It was just 10 o' clock on the first of September.
Which was, as you might know, a very special day for a very special group of people. In fact the very early ones were already there, nervously making their way through the daily crowd that was filling the King's Cross station.
'Common mum!' a girl squeaked upset. She was tightly gripping a large brown cat, which lay lazily in her arms, apparently not bothered by all the commotion at all.
'Don't worry honey.' the woman next to her said calmly. She was pushing a trolley with a large brown trunk on it. 'The train won't leave in another hour, we still have plenty of time! So stop your fussing!'
It was always like this, every year on this particularly day in September, strange people came to the King's Cross station. Very strange people indeed, seen from the eyes of most Muggles.
Some of the regulars who saw this odd phenomenon occur every year, paid no mind to the robes and the large trunks, the odd things that were being said and the broad variety of pets. But most people just stopped in their busy lives for a few seconds and stared.
This being said, it was remarkable that not one of the people, Muggles and wizards alike, noticed the little boy standing all alone in the middle of the station, with a large, old trunk beside him.
He had long brown hair, which he had pulled back in a ponytail. Though long strings of hair had escaped and did their best to cover the young boys scarred face.
He wore old clothes which were in serious need of replacement and his warm brown eyes were locked on the spot where his father had just disappeared.
He was nervous, his small body slightly trembling. Nervous for many reasons. Nervous of both going and being forced to stay.
Luckily they had arrived here early because his mother, as overprotective as she was, was having second thoughts. His father had disappeared after her and was probably busy convincing her to let him go to school.
Remus had promised he would behave and waited at the exact same spot his parents had left him, until they would return.
'Oh I do hope I'll get a hold on Margret.' A large boy passing by said; whom Remus could easily spot as a wizard.
Not only because of the large trunk on the trolley he was pushing, nor the large brown owl that was asleep in a large cage on top of the trunk. But because most wizards are known for their lack of knowledge of how Muggles dress.
For some reason the kid's were normally better in it than the adult's because wizards are often raised in a Muggle neighbourhood and have some Muggle friends. It makes you wonder though, why most adults haven't picked up on it.
Remus kept his promise and didn't move an inch from where he was standing, while he silently waited as the minutes ticked by and trains came and went. He looked up when two girls, who were heavily arguing, caught his attention.
'I'm telling you Lily!' a rather skinny girl with blond curls yelled, 'You're a fool going to this school!'
They were walking behind two adults, probably their parents. The father was pushing a trolley with a very large trunk on it. They didn't notice their daughters' argument, or they pretended not to.
'A fool am I?' The girl named Lily answered. Her cheeks were as red as her hair from anger. Hers wasn't curly like her sisters but straight and long.
'Then why do I remember a certain girl,' Lily continued, 'who begged the headmaster to also be allowed to Hogwarts?'
'I didn't beg!' The other girl yelled, blushing.
'Please mister Dumbeldore sir, I realy realy realy want to go to Hogwarts to, like my sister. Please sir I'd do anything!' Lily said teasingly, mimicking her sisters voice.
'Fine!' her sister spat 'Be a freak!' and with that she ran foreword to walk next to her mother.
'Oh save it Petunia!' Lily said. 'I can't help it if you're jealous!'
When her sister didn't answer she continued.
'You're the one who suddenly hates be because I'm a wizard and you're not! Petunia!'
The girl named Petunia ignored her and kept walking by her mother. Remus looked after them until they were out of his sight. Then he let out a sigh and looked at the big clock just to his right.
He had half a hour left, his parents had better hurry.
*...*
'Common dad hurry! I wanna see the train.'
A boy with black hair that sat untidy on his head, almost ran ahead of his parents.
His glasses nearly fell of his nose when he tripped over the bag of an old lady.
'James say you're sorry!' His mother insisted, but James had already ran off. 'I swear that boy's trouble all over the world.'
Her husband just laughed while he pushed his son's trolley.
'Do You remember that trick he once put on—' Glancing at the look his wife gave him, he decided not to finish his sentence.
'James wait for us!' he called to his son instead, quickening his step.
They tried to keep up with James, but soon he was out of their sight. As long as there were no cries of outrage or crying children, they simply hoped he had managed to stay out of trouble. It wasn't until they had almost reached the wall between platform nine and ten, that they realized that James was in fact nowhere to be found.
*...*
'Hello. Who are you?'
Remus, who had sat down on the floor, looked up alarmed. He saw a rather handsome boy with untidy black hair and small glasses, staring down at him.
'Remus Lupin.' He said. 'Who are you?'
'James Potter at your service!' The strange boy said. And with that he walked over to Remus and sat on the ground beside him. For a moment they just sat there, neither of them really knowing what to say. Then James ended the silence.
'So, Hogwarts huh?'
Remus looked at the other boy startled. A slight look of panic in his eyes.
'You can tell?' He asked unsure.
'My dear boy, you're sitting in the middle of king's cross station, in old Muggle clothes and with a very large trunk beside you.' He smirked
'Oh.' Remus said confused, then he smiled 'I guess that would cover it, but still you couldn't be sure. If I was a Muggle you'd be in trouble.'
'No if you were a Muggle you would just think I was crazy.' James said grinning. 'So what's to lose?'
Remus just laughed and rubbed one of the scars on his forehead. They always itched a little, and he hardly noticed anymore when he rubbed them.
But James saw it and wondered where he had got the scar. However he thought it best not to pry into such delicate matters before they got to know each other a little better. So instead he said:
'So why are you sitting here all alone? Where are your parents?'
'I could say the same of you.' Remus said defensively. But when James didn't react he added 'My mum and dad are talking about…. Well, something. They will be back soon.'
'Let me guess.' James said 'Too worried to let you go?'
For a moment Remus was scared, thinking that James had somehow found out his secret already. Then he wondered if he was making fun of him and decided to stay silent and just glare.
'Most parents are like that you know.' James said and frowned. 'Speaking of parents, I gotta go, my mum must be worried sick.'
He rolled his eyes and quickly stood up, walking towards the sound of his parents shouting his name. Then he thought better of it and turned back to Remus.
'So I'll see you in the train then?'
The boy smiled surprised and nodded his head vigorously.
'If I ever make it to the train.' He added laughingly.
*...*
'Mother please just stop it will you?'
A boy with a handsome but bored looking face, and sleek long black hair, walked towards the wall between platform 9 and ten. He was pushing a trolley ahead of him.
'Not until you listen to me young man!' A rather hysteric looking woman shrieked.
'Mother, you've told me about a million times already.' The boy said annoyed. 'Don't hang out with Muggleborns. Make sure you'll go to Slythering, don't blow up a teacher on your first day of school—'
'And I mean it Sirius!' The woman interrupted.
'I'll do it the second day.' He mumbled.
'What did you say?' His mother nearly yelled.
"Relax mother, I said I'll make friend before the second day.' Sirius smoothly lied.
'Good, but make sure they are—'
'Yeah, yeah, purebloods. Don't worry mother, I'll hang out with the right guys for me.'
His mother seemed satisfied enough; she didn't bring the subject up again until Sirius was about to board the train.
*...*
'Mum I'm scared.'
A little boy was clanging unto his mother for dear life, as they hastily walked through King's cross station.
Although he was eleven years old he didn't look like it; He was rather short for his age. He also had a bit of an overweight. His sandy hair lay flat on his head, and his small watery eyes looked panicked.
'You have absolutely no reason to be scared my dear.' His mother said reassuring.
'B-but what if they don't like me?' The boy said, not even trying to keep his voice steady anymore.
His mother stopped and kneeled down beside her son, smiling reassuringly at him.
'Peter, honey, anyone would be a silly fool not to like you. You're my little boy.' She said, stroking his hair. 'I wish I didn't have to let you go. But the time I spend at this school was the best time of my life—so believe when I say it's worth it. Now when you go into that train, I want you to look up a compartment with a few nice looking boy in it and I'm sure you'll be the best of friends.'
Peter looked a little less panicked, but he still clung on his mother.
'What if they tease me?'
'Then you'll go to the head of your house and tell him, ok dear?' His mother said. 'Look Peter here we are already.'
Peter blinked and looked to the spot where his mother was pointing to.
'It's just a wall.'
His mother sighted and shook her head. 'Peter, Peter, Peter. Do you never pay any attention at all! Just a wall.'
With that she took his hand and walked right through it.
*...*
'James Potter never scare us like that again!'
'But mum he was sitting there all alone!' James said. 'I'm telling you, I couldn't just leave him all alone.'
'That was very kind son, but your mother is right. You must stay close to us while we're here.' His father said. 'You don't want to get lost and miss the train right?'
The three of them were walking on platform nine and three-quarters. James honestly doubted that he would lose his way, but decided not to mention that. Instead he looked around him at all the fathers and mothers saying goodbye to their children.
His eyes fell on a red headed girl who was arguing probably with her sister. A few paces behind them stood a thin, ill looking boy with a very large nose and thick black hair that fell around his face like heavy curtains.
James met his eyes for one second, and the cold blackness in them gave him the shivers.
He immediately decided he didn't like him. What was he doing there anyway? Spying on the girls?
But before he could do anything about it, his father dragged him along and they searched the train, looking for an empty compartment. After a short while James already had enough of it; he just wanted to board the train already. Luckily he had seen one with just one kid in it.
'It's ok mum, it's not like I need one for myself or anything. James said as he tried to pull his heavy trunk in the train.
But it was a bit more heavy than he had thought and it was threatening to fall out of the train and on top of him, when luckily someone inside the train pulled at the trunk and it smoothly went through the door.
'Thanks.' James said sweeping away the sweat on his forehead.
'No problem.' A boy with long black hair gave him a grin. He pushed back an escaped string of hair.
James boarded the train and quickly followed the boy, dragging his trunk after him. When he followed the boy into his compartment he saw that no one else was there.
'Is it ok if I sit here as well?' James asked, and without waiting for an answer he already started to pull his trunk in.
'Seems like I have no choice.' The boy said grinning and helped him with his trunk.
'James potter.' James said when they were done, and he held out his hand.
The boy took it and said solemnly 'Sirius, Sirius Black.'
'Sirius!'
'James!'
'What now mum?' They said as one. Then they grinned at each other.
'Parents.' James said as he rolled his eyes.
'Tell me about it.' Sirius grinned.
But they both quickly left the train to say goodbye to their families.
They were going to Hogwarts.
(A/N)
Hi everyone! Thanks for reading! Please tell me what you think ^^
New chapters are coming soon. But I'm moving to England in eight days so it might take a bit longer (I'll try though!)
Oh and for some reason I can't put lines in between anymore T.T So I hope you don't mind the * ...* I put in. It means that there is a new scene coming :)
