The Group That Started It All

By: Firefur1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters.

A/N: Okay. Thanks for reviewing or reading it…I know that the prologue was kinda confusing…hopefully It'll make more sense from here on out:) Hm…I don't really think there's anything else. I'm going to start in James perspective. Well, that's it! Hope you enjoy.

Chapter One: Diagon Alley
(James) "James! Wake-up. We're going to Diagon Alley today." James rolled over and mumbled, "You can go without me." His dad shrugged his shoulders and started walking out of the room. "Okay," He said with a smile on his face, "Then I guess I won't know what going away present to get you. Maybe I'll get you a book or something…" James jumped up out of bed immediately. "I'm up!" He exclaimed. James' father laughed and said, "I'll meet you down there in five minutes." James hurried to get ready as fast as he could. He raced down the stairs and halted to a stop before the fireplace. "Ready?" He asked out-of-breath. His amused dad yelled to his wife, "We'll be home later honey." They heard a faint, "Be Safe!" Then, they headed out.

"Where are we going first dad?" James asked excitedly. This wasn't the first time he'd been to Diagon Alley. But he was the most excited he had ever been. James was now eleven years old. He had just received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "Let's go get your books first", said his dad. James rolled his eyes. Just the sound of it was boring.

He tried to keep up with his dad as they walked to the bookstore. As they walked in, James noticed there were a lot of other people in there. And a lot of them looked his age. James' dad seemed to notice this problem too. "Why don't you go find these two books, and I'll find the other four." He said, handing James a paper with two books written on it. James nodded his head and started searching. He looked down at his list and read aloud, "The Standard Book of Spells (Grade One) by Miranda Goshawk." James looked up and saw a bookcase with the letter "G" above it.

James walked over to the bookcase and immediately found the one he was looking for. He checked his list and read aloud the next one. "Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger." "I have an extra copy if you want it." James spun around real quick to see the person addressing him. The boy was a little shorter than James' 5'8". He had sandy blonde hair and hazelish eyes. His eyes seemed to have a tint of yellow in them too. He was wearing old worn robes, with a few patches here and there.

As he held out the book James needed, he had a warm smile on his face. James smiled back and accepted the book. "James Potter." James said, holding out his hand. The boy accepted his hand and shook firmly. "Remus Lupin", he replied back. "So," James started, "Are you going to be new at Hogwarts this year?" Remus nodded. "Yes. How about you?" James smiled and said. "Of course. I guess I'll see you there then." Remus nodded and said, "I guess you will." They laughed and exchanged good-byes.

James originally hadn't been too worried about making friends at Hogwarts, but lately he wondered if anyone would like him. He was comforted that he had met someone his age. "Please let him be in Gryffindor!" James muttered under his breath to no one. James found his dad and they bought his books. "Now what", asked James, "A wand? A broom? A…" "I was thinking," James' dad interrupted, "More along the lines of 'robes'." James sighed in frustration then reluctantly said, "Okay."

As James entered the store, a boy his age was leaving. He was a lot shorter than James, about 5'2" maybe. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was a little on the chubby side. He smiled quickly at James, and then hurried after his mother who was already several steps ahead of him. James smiled back, and then continued to follow his father into Madam Malkines. "Hello dear." Madam Malkine declared. James had known her ever since he was a little kid. He smiled and gave her a quick side hug. "We need new school robes." James' father announced. Madam Malkine clasped her hands together and exclaimed, "Oh how exciting." She ushered James to the podium and started gathering materials.

"How does this fit?" She asked after several minutes. "It feels perfect." James told her. She looked satisfied with her work and turned to James's dad. "Is that it?" As James' dad paid Madam Malkine, James took off the robes and stuffed them in his bag. "Ready?" James jumped off the podium and ran to catch up with his dad. "Let's go to the Apothecary next." James dragged his feet as they went to the apothecary. There they got him potions ingredients. Next, they got him a cauldron. Then protective gloves. Then a telescope, a set of brass scales, and crystal phials.

As they walked down the street, James' dad asked, "So, how about we get you a wand." James' face lit up and he walked with newfound energy. When they entered into Ollivander's, it was deserted. James looked around to try and see this magical wand maker, but he was no where to be found. Suddenly, James heard a voice above him. "Mr. Potter, Willow with a unicorn's tail, 9 and ¾ inches. Am I correct?" James' dad nodded, "As always." Ollivander climbed down the ladder he was on and looked at James. "Ah, Mr. Potter. I have been expecting you." James smiled and followed Ollivander to the counter. He was barley able to contain his excitement, but somehow he managed.

Mr. Ollivander delicately picked up a wand and placed it in front of James. "Holly with a unicorn's tail. 8 and ¼ inches." James picked it up and waved it around like his dad had showed him. Nothing. "No…no. That won't do." Ollivander muttered, snatching the wand from James' hand. "Try this one." He said, handing James a new one. "Willow, twelve inches." James waved this one. Still nothing. Ollivander grabbed it from James hand again and said, "Don't worry! Don't worry! I have the perfect one." Mr. Ollivander picked up a new wand and placed it in front of James. From the moment James saw it, he knew this was his wand. "Mahogany, eleven inches, pliable." James carefully picked it up. Even before waving it, he felt warmth travel through his body, starting from the tips of his fingers. He waved the wand and red sparks came out of it. "Ah," Mr. Ollivander said with a sly smile on his face, "I knew that one would work."

James left Ollivander's with a bigger smile than he had had when entering. He didn't realize it then, but he had been nervous before. It was a relief to finally have his wand. "I have something I need to do real quickly." James' father suddenly said. James shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay." James' father studies him for a moment and concluded, "Why don't you head over to Florine's and get some ice cream. I'll be there in a minute." James raised his eyebrow at his dad, "Whoa. You're going to buy me ice cream?" James's father laughed and ruffled James' hair. "You better hurry and order before I change my mind."

(Sirius) Sirius sat on the bench in front of Florine's with an expression of boredom on his face. He had come to Diagon Alley today with a couple of the other "family friends". He was with people like Nott, Avery, and Malfoy (all who were quite a bit older than him.) There was also a Parkinson and Snape (Both whom were Sirius' age.) Sirius hated all of them with a passion, but was forced to act like he got along with them. Sirius' father had threatened to keep Sirius from going to Hogwarts if he caused any trouble with one of these people.

Malfoy walked over and sat down next to Sirius. Lucious Malfoy was a sixth year this year. He had long blinding blonde hair and (oddly enough) cold dark eyes. Normally, they were a dark grey, but sometimes they looked purely black. Malfoy was in Slytherin and this year he was a prefect. Malfoy knew Sirius hated him, but all day he had been trying to get Sirius to want to be in Slytherin. Sirius suspected that his father had set Malfoy up to it.

"So, Sirius," Malfoy begin. Sirius had to use all his energy to restrain himself from screaming. He knew what was coming. "Being in Slytherin myself, I know the advantages there are. Slytherin truly is the best house to be in. You will achieve the most, and become the greatest. Don't you see why you need to be in Slytherin?" Sirius muttered, "Yeah right. The only reason anyone wants me to be in Slytherin is so I don't disgrace the family name."

"What was that?" Malfoy asked determinedly. Malfoy had a smile on his face (which wasn't a pretty sight), but his eyes were narrowed dangerously. They looked threateningly at Sirius, as if daring him to say the wrong thing. Sirius knew Malfoy had heard what he said. Deciding not to push it, he calmly said, "I see why I need to be in Slytherin." Sirius was sure Malfoy noticed the sarcasm Sirius had put on the word "need", but Malfoy decided to ignore it. Sirius turned his head away from Malfoy and saw a boy his age walking down the street. The boy looked familiar, but Sirius couldn't figure out why. He was a little shorter than Sirius, maybe an inch or so. H had messy, jet black hair. His eyes looked kinda dark, (brown maybe?), and he walked with his head held high. Next to him, Sirius heard Malfoy mutter in disgust, "Potter."

Sirius stared at the boy again. It was clear now. He was sure he was a Potter. Sirius couldn't remember his name, but it didn't really matter. The Blacks and Potters hated each other. The Potter boy didn't seem to notice them at first, but once he did, his smile turned to a scowl. He confidently walked over to Florine's. Before he could enter inside, Malfoy stopped him. "So," he spat with hate, "If it isn't the ickle Potter boy." Sirius noticed that Potter didn't look scared at all. In fact, he seemed to enjoy being taunted. "So," He spat back, with just as much hate. "If it isn't the oaf Malfoy." They glared at each other with intensity. It seemed as though they were trying to kill the other by just looking at him.

Sirius stared in amazement at the Potter boy. Sirius was brave, but never would he have called someone who's bigger and more skilled than him an oaf! Plus, there were others right around the corner. They could finish off Potter in a heartbeat. Was he really that brave, and confident? Or, was it just stupidity? (Sirius was leaning a little towards the stupidity side). Surprisingly to Sirius, Malfoy seemed to ignore the insult directed towards him. "What are you doing here Potter?" He interrogated. Potter rolled his eyes, "Well, you see Malfoy. We're at Diagon Alley right now. Normally, people come here to buy things." Malfoy narrowed his eyes and said angrily, "No, why are you HERE?" Potter looked around calmly and slowly said, "Well, I'm in front of Florine's. Normally, people go to Florine's to get ice cream."

Malfoy glared at Potter. Sirius knew Potter was pushing all of Malfoy's right buttons. Malfoy's face started to get red. Yet, Potter seemed to ignore it and looked around Malfoy, "So, who are you here corrupting today?" Potter's eyes met with Sirius. Immediately, Potter's eyes narrowed in disgust. It was obvious he remember Sirius. They had only met a few times before, and each meeting was a disaster.

"Black" Potter spat out, as if it was the cruelest insult he could have said. To, Sirius, it was a pretty bad insult, but he wasn't going to let Potter know. Sirius slowly stood up, never diverting his eyes from Potter's. "Potter" He calmly said. Sirius was never one to yell and throw a fit. He always tried to keep his cool. Potter, never taking his eyes off of Sirius, directed back to Malfoy, "Black over here probably has some lessons to teach you Malfoy, not the other way around."

Sirius knew the Blacks were well-respected by many, but he knew it was only because they were all scared of them. The Blacks were rumored to know nasty dark spells. No one ever wanted to get on their bad side. James broke the eye contact and turned towards Malfoy. Sirius quickly looked around and noticed a crowd was gathering around. He noticed a couple of people he had seen earlier, plus quite a few new faces. He saw a boy with sandy blonde hair and ratted robes listening carefully. His mother had a worried look on her face. Sirius was surprised she didn't grab the boy's cloak and run out of there. He looked over and saw another boy with blonde hair. He was a little chubby and had a worried look on his face. His mother looked scared out of her wits. "Let's go Peter." She muttered barley audible to even Sirius, only a few feet away. Then, there was a girl with bright red hair, looking carefully between the three. She seemed to be confused at the scene that was playing out before her.

Sirius turned back to James and Malfoy. They were springing insults on each other. Sirius rolled his eyes and said, "Malfoy, let's go. He isn't worth our time." Malfoy glared at Potter once again and started to leave. Potter laughed, "Wow. You're actually doing what he tells you? Well, then again he is a Black. He'll probably skin you alive and hang you in his house for decoration if you don't do what he says." Malfoy turned to Potter to retort, but Sirius beat him to it. "Shut-up Potter." Any respect Sirius had towards him was immediately gone now. He felt nothing but hatred. He hated being judged by others because of his stupid name.

Potter simply said, "What are you going to do, Black? Attack me?" Potter knew that Sirius wasn't going to attack him. That's just not what Blacks did. Sirius slowly turned around (to add to the drama of course), and slowly walked towards Potter. As he reached him, Florine came running out of his parlor. "What's going on here?" He exclaimed looking between Sirius and Potter. Potter reluctantly said, "Nothing." Then turned away and walked inside. Sirius waited till he was out of sight before turning away and marching after the others, who had already started to leave the scene.

When he got home, he slammed the door to his bedroom and threw down his things. He kept his cool in public and freaked out alone. Sirius leaned against his door and sank to the ground. He placed his head in his hands and moaned. He realized that no one at Hogwarts was going to respect him, except for the Slytherins. Sirius did not want to be a Slytherin, but if he wasn't, he had a feeling everyone would hate him. The only solution was for him to not be in Slytherin and have everyone hate him. After an hour, Sirius finally gave up trying to find the positive side to this, and fell asleep.

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