Sirius walked on to the train, he had finally escaped the hell that he liked to call his family, if that was what you could call them. He had arrived late as his parents decided that he needed to be disciplined before he left for an entire year. This didn't faze him in the slightest but what did was that there were hardly any compartments left for him to take. But he did manage to find one that had only one person inside. He looked to be the same age as Sirius; Sirius was about to leave but the boy spotted him.
"Oh hello, you know you can join me unless you have somewhere else you'd rather be, but I'm getting really board just sitting here with no one to talk to" the boy said rather quickly.
He turned to look at the boy and was about to say that he did (did not) but he couldn't, the boy had shinning hazel eye, messy hair and round glasses. But that's not what drew him near, what made him want to stay, was his aura it was so beautiful, it held kindness and happiness that he couldn't help but swoon to. He had been passed many other carriages but they all held another aura that seemed to push him away. But his, his seemed to draw him in.
"Ah, um, no I –I'd like to sit here" he said rather nervously.
Sirius sat carefully across from the boy, he looked up to see the boy was still shinning- smiling, it seemed the same to him.
The Black family for generations had been able to see and read auras of wizard and muggles alike, but in all his life he had never seen an aura so bright and warm. Many could feel it but they didn't take any notice of it, but just basked in the moment.
"Hi I'm James Potter who ar-r-r" the boy was cut of as the train seemed to lurch.
Sirius heard many screams and gasps from other compartments too, but what surprised him was not the train or the gasps.
It was the fact that James was it? Was in his lap he had obviously been thrown across the carriage, he felt the aura even stronger here. It was so comforting that he didn't want the boy to leave.
James pushed his glasses back up onto his nose.
"Lets start again shall we? I'm James Potter, who are you?"
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