My first Harry Potter fic, these are more like drabbles though I think, they're pretty short and haven't been beta'd.
The first day of the New Year at Hogwarts was always a rush what with the first years trying to find their classes. However, on the third floor, there were two boys, with equally messy hair and untidy Gryffindor uniforms who didn't care whether or not they were late to class, therefore leaving a lasting impression on the Transfiguration teacher. Their class was actually on the ground floor, but having not read the timetable correctly, the two decided that investigating the school and all it's secrets was more worthy of their time (They would later change their minds when the wrath of Minerva McGonagall descended on them).
"This place is bigger than I thought." The taller one remarks, running a hand through his messy hair. "Bet there's heaps of secrets just waiting for us, eh Sirius?" He punctuated his sentence with a jab to his companion's ribs.
"I reckon. Hey, we're not the only one's who're late."
James peers down the hallway and spotted another Gryffindor first year with light brown hair; sprinting down the corridor, robe flapping behind him.
"Looks like he's been through hell look at those scars."
The boy who was now only a few feet away, had silver scars cutting across his face and lip, which caused it to pucker at the left.
"Are… You…" He begins.
"Take a second to breathe." Sirius suggested.
After a moment, the boy straightened up.
"Do you know where the Transfiguration classroom is? I overslept."
James smirked and turned to the boy beside him who gave a nod and grinned.
"Of course we do. Come, we'll guide you."
The newcomer's face broke out into relief. "Thank-you. I got a bit lost."
"That's okay. We're happy to help out a fellow Gryffindor."
James clapped the light-haired boy on the shoulder, and steered him in a direction that would definitely not take the three of them to the Transfiguration classroom.
"I'm James by the way. James Potter. And this here is Sirius Black. Nasty kid, steer clear."
"Shut up James you-"
"I'm Remus Lupin. Isn't the Transfiguration class in the bottom half of the castle?"
"Nope."
"Nah."
"It's the seventh floor right?"
"That's what I thought."
And that's how the three of them ended up polishing the trophy case as punishment for skipping their first lesson.