A/N: we dont own harry potter
I've seen the best -On My Way Here: Clay Aiken
I've seen the worst
I wouldn't change what I've been through
I've touched the sky
I've hit the wall
But I did what I had to
Ooooohhhh
On my way here
Where I am now
I've learned to fly
I have to want to leave the ground
I've fallen hard
But I've been loved
And in the end it all works out
My faith has conquered fear
On my way here.
King's Cross-station was full of bustling people commuting to work. A small family walked through the people, the father pushing a large cart that had a cage on top of it carrying a small snowy owl. A boy with jet-black hair who could not have been more than eleven was right beside him. They stopped in front of the barrier between platforms nine and ten, and looked at it.
" I just walk right through?" The jet-black haired boy asked hesitantly. How did that seem possible? It was a wall. If he ran towards it, he would probably be knocked backwards, hurting himself.
" Right through." His mother said. " Don't hesitate, just run."
" You're completely sure?" he said.
" Of course." his father assured him. " Have a good first day, and remember write every week."
" I will." the boy said. He looked back at the barrier still hesitantly. Here goes, He thought.
" Bye."
" Bye, sweetheart." the mother said. " We love you."
The boy waved one last time, and started running. He was coming closer and closer to the wall, and then all of a sudden he seemed to be in this whole other place. There was a black train with a red stripe around it in front of him, and there were other people with carts just like his all around him. He must've made it through the wall.
He looked at his watch, and saw that it was eleven already. He decided to get onto the train right then, and not stare around in amazement. He walked towards the train, and found an opening. He walked up to the opening, and tried to push his cart up. I probably shouldn't have brought so much stuff he thought. Now he had to get it onto the train.
" Here let me help you." A dark-brown haired boy said, coming up to the entrance. He was already on the train. " I had to have help getting mine on, too." He took the handle of the cart, and pulled it upwards. The brown-haired boy pushed it up, and it was successfully lifted onto the train.
" Thanks." the black-haired boy said, as his owl Snowy hooted from his cage.
" No problem." the boy said, and they walked down the aisle of the train. " I'm Sirius by the way. Sirius Black."
" I'm James," the black haired boy said, putting his hand out for Sirius to shake. " James Potter."
" I had a friend named James once." Sirius said. " I haven't seen him since I was seven. When I was seven, he pushed me down a slide at a muggle park, and I used a spell on him that my Mum once used on my Dad. No one ever knew I used magic, I didn't even intend it. It just happens sometimes, you know?"
" Yeah." James said. Sirius stopped in front of a semi empty compartment. There was a light haired boy sitting in it already, but that didn't bother him. He seemed to be sleeping anyway.
"You want to sit with me?" he asked. " If you don't mind sitting with a sleeping person. I don't even know who he is. This is where I was sitting before, and apparently he didn't mind that someone was already sitting here."
" Sure." James said. Sirius slid the door open, and they walked in. James slid his cart in, and put it on the seat across from where Sirius was sitting.
" Nice owl." Sirius said. " What's her name?"
" Snowy." James answered. " Got her for my birthday to take with me to Hogwarts."
" I don't have an owl." Sirius said. " But we have a rat at home. Forgot him. Oh well, it's all the same without him."
Soon the trolley came around, and James decided that he was hungry enough to get something.
" Four chocolate frogs, please." he told the witch pushing the trolley. " And a Bertie Bots."
He was getting them for him and Sirius.
" That'll be fifteen sickles," she said. James dug into his pockets and pulled out the money. He handed it to her, and she gave him the treats.
Suddenly rustling came from behind them.
" I'll have two pumpkin pastries," the light haired boy said.
" Five sickles." she said. The boy handed her the money, and she gave him the Pumpkin Pastries.
The doors closed, and they were left with their treats.
" These have always been my favorite." the boy said. " That and chocolate. It calms the nerves,"
" Do we know you?" Sirius said, rhetorically.
" Remus Lupin." the boy said. He put out his hand for them to shake. Sirius raised an eyebrow, and shook his hand politely. James shook his hand, too.
" You a first year, too?" James asked.
Remus nodded. " I don't believe I know your names." he said.
" James Potter." James said.
" Sirius Black." Sirius said.
" Your whole family has been in Slytherin, haven't they?" Remus said. "I don't mean to pry, but I've heard the name,"
Sirius nodded. " I'm nothing like them, though." he said, finding himself warming up to Remus. He seemed nice enough.
" My whole family has been in Gryffindor." James said. " I hope to be in that house, too."
" We'll have to see at the sorting, won't we?" Remus said.
"That we do," Sirius agreed.