James was gaining a new skill already, and he'd barely stepped on the train: running into people.
He'd pulled his suitcase wheels over a small girls' foot, making tears appear in her eyes, elbowed a boy who must've been almost seven feet tall in the stomach, hit four people with his suitcase and almost killed his own owl, Rowling.
He pushed into the first compartment he saw, occupied by only two people, a boy who looked his age, but so much older, at the same time. Maybe it was his handsomeness, the way his black hair fell into his eyes and rested near his collar bone, or just the elegant way he held himself, or the fact that he was shooting hexes at a girl who looked about six years their senior. The girl slightly resembled him, her full, lustrous hair was also black, and it tumbled elegantly near her waist.
Her heavily lidded eyes and her sharp cheekbones added to her beauty. Yes, she and the boy were definitely related. She had disarmed him and now held both her wand and his, but the boy didn't look bothered about it.
'Sirius Black, how dare you refuse Rodolphus' offer? He, may I remind you is a fifth year! You know what that means! How dare you show me up!'
'Obviously I know what that means, Bellatrix,' he replied lazily. He was slotting his suitcase in properly as he spoke, one hand running through his hair.
'It means he's got two years 'til he joins Voldemort. It also means you may not get in with all the Death Eaters as cosy now, because your little cousin showed you up. Excuse me if I didn't want to sit and discuss Dark Arts with you all. If you hadn't noticed – I – am – not – a – Slytherin!' His voice had been building up and up as he spoke, 'til he shouted the last five words.
The boy – Sirius – had spotted him now. 'Oh, look, Bella, you're leaking secrets,' he said sarcastically.
Bellatrix whipped round and stared at James, her lip curling. She turned back to Sirius, tossed him his wand, and left the compartment, still sneering. 'Go and stew, you filthy blood traitor!' she spat at Sirius.
Sirius stared after her, his face cold and his eyes filled with loathing.
'D'you mind if I sit here?' James asked tentatively.
'No, go ahead,' the boy answered, shaking his head and sitting down. James slotted his suitcase in beside Sirius' and fell onto the same bench, but half a meter away from him.
'I'm Sirius, as I'm sure you've heard,' Sirius grinned. 'That's my insane cousin, Bellatrix. I'd watch out for her if I were you, she literally has something missing up there. '
James chuckled uneasily. 'So you're not a Muggle-born?' he asked. 'Seeing as you've a magic cousin, y'know …'
'Nah, I'm pure-blood,' Sirius answered, his face dark. 'The Noble House of Black,' he said, rolling his eyes. 'You?'
'Yeah, me too. Potter.'
'Well, it's nice to meet you, Potter,' Sirius said, grinning. 'James,' I told him. 'James Potter.'
James glanced up as the compartment door opened, and grinned at the person who entered, recognising her.
