A/N sorry, I thought I had put this up a while ago….

OPPS!! forgot to chsnge something, its fixed now...

I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters, besides any I creat. Oh, and I also own the Plot Bunny

CHAPTER 2 Train Rides

"...when that didn't work they dumped two gigantic buckets of water, each the size of a newly born elephant, on his bed. That still had no effect..."

James was saying goodbye to his parents on platform 9 ¾. He had been trying to get away from them for a full hour; that was how long they'd been there saying goodbye. His mom had insisted that they get there early and when they arrived she wouldn't let him leave. The train, however, was getting set to go with or without him. James was bored of his mother's anxious farewells: she would tell him to be a good boy and that they loved him VERY MUCH, she would kiss him goodbye wiping tears from her face, and after hugging him, she would start all over again.

"Naomie, dear, James is going to miss the train," James's father interrupted.

"Mum, I'll be fine. I promise I'll write once a month, at least," he reassured her for the umpteenth time.

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A boy with sandy blond hair sat in a compartment all to himself. He was small for his age, and had a pale complexion. He was thinking about a new chart that he had gotten from his aunt, when somebody opened the door.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Nah," the first boy replied, taking in the untidy black hair and hazel eyes of his new companion.

"Thanks. I'm James Potter by the way."

"I'm–—"
He was cut off when another first-year opened the door. The new boy had fathomless grey eyes. Long black hair dominated his head. For a boy so young, he was quite handsome. But there was a look in his eyes– a look that Remus took to be madness. At first glance, the kid appeared to be crazy.

"So, are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to introduce yourself?" With a flush Remus realised that he had been staring.

"James Potter at your service! Oh and he's Moony."

"Uhhummm." It was as if he was trying to criticise their names yet keep them in suspense at the same time. "I am Sirius, Sirius Black."

"Well, hello Sirius, Sirius Black. It's ever so nice to finally meet you." James was playing along.

"Is your name actually Moony?"

Remus's face was a tad pink- how could he have forgotten? James knew. Great, now he would never make friends with anybody without him telling them. Oh well, it was worth trying. "No, it's Remus!"

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A boy with raven-coloured hair, emerald green eyes, and round wire-rimmed glasses jumped onto the train just as it started moving. Looking for a compartment, he moved on to the next car. Surprisingly, this one wasn't completely empty.

He had seen many mean looking people in his young life. None of them, however, looked as nasty as the one who stood in front of him at that very moment. He had long greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and cold black eyes. He was lanky; almost everything about him was long and skinny: his fingers, his legs, even his chin and feet. His arms and body were twice the length they should be on a normal eleven-year-old. Actually, the only way one could tell that the greasy-haired boy was eleven was his voice– it was too high-pitched for somebody in second or third year.

"Potter, what are you doing? Can't find somewhere to sit?" he sneered.

"No, actually, I was looking for you."

His eyebrows shot up. "Oh, really?" he drawled.

"Yeah." The boy with the glasses finally knew who this greasy-haired eleven year old was: Snape.

"Hey, grease bucket, I bet house-elves could fry something with the grease theycould get from your hair."

The unexpected voice made the first boy spin around.

"What did you call me!" Snape said, his voice dangerously low.

"Why your name, your Greasy-ness." The new boy replied.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

"Sirius, why, who are you?" His voice was uninviting and his eyes were narrowed.

"Harry, Harry Potter." He said without enthusiasm. It was odd people not automatically knowing who he was, yet Harry liked it this way. It was better– simpler. When Harry announced his name, Sirius cracked a welcoming smile.

Putting an arm around him, Sirius turned his back on Snape and led Harry to his compartment. Throwing the door open, he yelled, "James! You said you didn't have any brothers!"

Confused, James said, "Whaaaat? I don't have any brothers!"

"Oh, then I suppose you don't know who this charming young lad is." Charming was a strange way to describe Harry with his baggy clothes and unkempt hair, but oddly enough it fit.

"Actually, no, I don't," James replied after a minute's pause.

A look of confusion appeared on Sirius' face. "But his name is–."

"Potter. His name's Harry Potter," Remus pointed out in a tone that suggested Harry's arrival was about as likely as the appearance of a shooting star on the train.

"How do you know that?" the other three boys asked in unison.

"I heard Dumbledore talking to my dad and some lady." He shrugged.

"Oh."

They said no more on the subject, and started discussing which house they'd each liked to be in. "Well," Remus thought aloud, "I wouldn't mind being in Ravenclaw. What do you think, Sirius?"

"Mum wants me to be in Slytherin, but I say colour me Gryffindor!"

James said, "I bet we all end up in Slytherin!"

"Oh yeah, well then you'll just have to live through this, then, won't ya," Sirius said darkly before dogpiling James, with the others quickly following suit. Soon enough, their scuffle forgotten, they were ridding piggyback down the aisle making as much ruckus as possible, banging on the compartment windows and screaming. When they had proceeded down half the train, leaving many annoyed classmates in their wake, their fun came to an embarrassing end. A group of first year girls had just come out of their compartments, looking for the source of the noise, and James, who was in the lead with Remus, crashed into the group of girls.

"Hey! Get off me!" a girl screeched.

"Sorry. But you really you shouldn't have been in the middle of the aisle like that."

"MEE! ME! I shouldn't have been in the aisle! No! You shouldn't have been racing down the aisle like that! YOU! NOT ME! NOT MY FRIENDS! NO, YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS!"

By the time she finished yelling James had shrunk down to the size of a tadpole, or at least as close as he could get.

Lily Evans stormed back into her compartment. She was followed by three of her four friends.

The fourth girl hesitated before saying, "She's sort of mad at her sister. It's not entirely your fault." With that, she left.

James just stood there, his mouth going up and down as he tried to find his voice. Who was that fiery red-head with striking green eyes? Was she an Angel? James wondered. She had to be.

At last Sirius broke into his friends thoughts, "Come on, mate, we should change into our robes." James made an odd type of whimpering sound; nevertheless, he followed Sirius obediently.