1. Kneazles, silk and motorbikes
Platform 9 ¾, London
Sirius' POV:
"Look what the Kneazle dragged in," I said, smirking at Emilia. Not that she looked like she'd been dragged anywhere.
She ignored me, but walked up to us all the same. Her light eyes swept across the four of us. With a carefully crafted expression which desperately tried to avoid screaming that she would rather be anywhere but standing with us, she tugged Prongs' shirt sleeve.
"Are you almost done?" she asked, her voice like silk. I'd known of her for four years now, but I always forgot the effect her voice had on people.
Prongs answered without looking at her, "Sure." Their relationship had always been complex. They were vastly different, James had said way back in second year, as we watched her get sorted. And sure, Emilia was as reserved as Prongs was loud, but in my opinion, if you had a no-drama sibling like her, you should keep them around. But Regulus and I- now that's an example of vast differences.
Prongs and I hugged goodbye to Moony and Wormtail, and then Emilia, him and I set off to find his parents. The fifth year was at a close, which meant that I had to survive a little over two months with my beautiful family. I would probably just be at the Potter's for half of that anyways.
Euphemia and Fleamont Potter were two of the most incredible adults I had ever met. Mrs. Potter just exuded warmth and kindness and Mr. Potter was just about the coolest and funnest father ever. I adored them, they were fond of me, I think. Really, the only person in the Potter household that I wasn't acquainted with was Emilia.
She had presently spotted her parents and ran up to them. They hugged her and James and then me.
"Good term, loves?" Mrs. Potter asked us, with Emilia still tucked under her arm.
"It was great," Prongs grinned.
Emilia nodded. Tugging her mother along, and effectively getting all of us to move towards the barrier, she said, her voice more bright than silky, "Yeah, it was incredible. And I think I'm going to take Herbology for my O.W.L.S after all. I asked…."
But I wasn't listening. I was a little busy fretting over these two months ahead of me. A pit of dread formed in my stomach at the thought of my parents. As soon as we crossed the barrier, there was nothing else to do but head home. I was pretty sure Regulus would be going with his Death Eater friends which meant I would be alone.
Maybe I should swing by the Muggle London and buy some posters, maybe look at some bikes. Get my fill before I'm subject to months of pure-blood propaganda.