A/N: This is basically a MWPP/L story, which will probably become an L/J fic later on. It is about the characters' thoughts and feelings and the story is told in their POV. This is my first time writing, so please be kind and excuse any mistakes that I have made. Please, please, please review! =) Enjoy.
Disclaimer: All characters that you recognize belong to J.K. Rowling. Any similarities are pure coincidence.
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James Potter
The platform was bursting with activity and chatter. I slid past the bustling students, looking for a compartment like everyone else. There wasn't much choice left. It was already five minutes to eleven. Trust my father to wake up late.
I raced to the end of the train, slipping past prefects who were checking on the compartments to make sure no one caused any trouble. I finally reached the last compartment. As I had expected, it was empty. No one wanted to sit in the last compartment because it was usually very bumpy during the train ride.
I seated myself on the hard bench after putting away my luggage. Deciding to change, I locked the door and put on the school robes. I was set for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Lily Evans
The train pushed off, puffing and chugging through the grassy fields and forests. Having nothing better to do, I watched the mountains slip by as the train gained speed. It was a beautiful autumn day. The brown leaves occasionally brushed against the train window. I began to relax.
Earlier, I was very nervous. Well, how would you feel if you suddenly found out that you had magic blood in your veins after your parents have told you a thousand times that there was no such thing as magic?
I was Muggle-born. My parents were non-magic people and so was my sister. At least my parents accepted the fact that I was different, but Petunia just had to freak out. Not that I cared...we were never as close as sisters should be anyway. We were so very different. I had a long flowing sheet of red hair and green emerald eyes. She had short brown hair and light brown slits as eyes. She was only three years older than me but she always acted as if she was a fully-fledged adult. Life is difficult sometimes.
Sirius Black
The boy beside me just could not stop twitching. What's his name again? Oh yeah...Longbottom, Frank Longbottom. He and that Peter Pettigrew were obviously made for each other. I watched, amused, as they both fiddled with their robes, sweat trickling down their face in nervousness. What was there to be afraid of anyway? It was just Hogwarts. My mum had told me thousands of stories of Hogwarts. I can imagine it now...a towering castle with hundreds of secret passages just waiting for me to explore...rooms that move at night and knights that walk around singing Christmas carols during Christmas.
I sighed. I was downright bored. I never had any real friends before this. The other boys were always afraid of me because I was so naturally mischievous if I do say so myself. The girls...well...don't even go there. I had dreamed that life at Hogwarts would be different. I would have real friends who would stick by me and we would be able to share adventures together.
Just then, Peter yelped when he noticed a tiny spider crawling up the wall beside him. *Sigh*. So much for dreams.
Remus Lupin
I felt so tired. I had just undergone another night as a werewolf. It was painful as always. I had always feared the full moon, but what I fear more is that my fellow schoolmates would find out the truth about me. I shivered involuntarily.
Even though it was pretty warm, I had never felt so cold and alone in my life. At home, my mother was always there, comforting me, telling me that everything would be alright. Now, I was all alone. Every month, I would have to live through the painful transformations by myself, in the Shrieking Shack as Professor Dumbledore had told me. I sighed softly, not wanting to disturb the other people in the compartment with me.
They were playing an animated game of Exploding Snap. I jumped suddenly when the whole pack of cards blew up. They began to laugh heartily. I sighed again. I would give anything just to be like one of them, happy and free. Tears filled my eyes. Happy and free...
Peter Pettigrew
I was so scared. I had never been brave. I was always a cowardly little rat. Even my parents were ashamed of me. I just wished that life would be different. I wished that I could be as brave as that tall boy in the compartment with me. He was so nonchalant and not nervous at all. I'm going to be friends with him. I'm going to learn to be brave and to be able to stand up for myself. I'm going to make my parents proud of me.
Just then, that Black boy let out a laugh. I realized that I was standing up with my hands in the air. I turned beet red and sat down, my knees clicking together and my hands sweaty and wet. So much for being brave.
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James Potter
The train slowed down to a stop at the Hogsmeade station. I stepped outside, breathing in the cool night air. Hogsmeade was as beautiful as my father had told me. There were quaint little houses along the street and at the end, there were shops selling all kinds of stuff like candy and magic tricks (evil grin).
Just then, there was a loud booming voice from the other side of the train.
"Firs' years, o'er here!"
I wrenched my gaze away from the twinkling lights of the post office and walked to the other side of the platform. Lo behold! There was a giant of a man, standing about 9 feet tall, surrounded by students not even half his size.
I walked towards him, gasping in awe at his humungous size, yet he looked like he was only thirty or so. His boots alone were big enough for me to hide in. He flashed me a toothy grin and heaved me into the line of first-year pupils. I smiled warmly at a shivering kid and stood behind him. Together, we watched the older students climb into horseless carriages and headed for the castle.
Lily Evans
Horseless carriages! There are horseless carriages here!
"Well, what d'ya expect?" my newfound friend, Maria, said when I gaped at the carriages. I guess magic really is magic.
Well, anyway, the big guy, Hagrid, led us to the edge of the lake where a number of boats were placed.
"Get in there, kids! No more than four to a boat!" he called out, his voice echoing over the lake.
I climbed into the nearest boat with Maria and two other girls. We sat silently throughout the journey to the castle. Occasionally, I let out a gasp of wonder or two when the castle came into sight. It was dark and majestic, creating an aura of mystery. Combined with the dark night sky and beautiful twinkling stars, it was more beautiful than I had ever imagined.
We stopped in front of the castle gates and got off the boats. Hagrid knocked a few times on the gigantic door. It creaked open and a young witch peeked out.
"Yes, bring them in please," she called out in a crisp dry voice. Hagrid led us into the castle and then, walked out again. The witch led us through a long corridor. There was a faint smell of paraffin that hung in the air.
We walked for a few minutes before finally, she stopped in front of a door. She opened it and asked us to go in. And so we did.
It turned out to be some sort of a waiting room. There was a small fireplace at the corner of the room and there were plenty of plush couches around the room. I sat down on one of them and tried to calm down my nerves.
Sirius Black
Wait? We were supposed to wait? But that's impossible! I can't wait! Not after all the excitement! Ah, the agony!
I watched as one by one the students sat down on the couches and did last minute adjustments to their robes and (for girls) hair. How can they stand the waiting? Sheesh...
A girl with flaming red hair looked particularly nervous. She sat down on a couch and closed her eyes and began to meditate...I think. Well, what d'ya think she was doing? Just sitting there...her eyes closed...and...well, yeah! Just sitting there with her eyes closed! Must be a Muggle-born...
A really, really, really messy-haired guy was pacing the room, his face not exactly pale but not exactly normal either. Next to him, I felt really well groomed indeed. His hair was just kind of...elevated...yup, that's right! And it sort of stuck up at the back. I'll pay you ten galleons if you can find someone who has messier hair than him.
That Pettigrew boy is practically going to faint of fright. He was just sitting there like a dead rat...except for the fact that he was shaking and quivering. In fact, I can almost feel the air he was vibrating. That Frank Longbottom didn't look that good either.
There was a really tired looking guy sitting at the far corner of the room. That guy really looked like he needed ten square meals and a five-day long nap. He looked as nervous as Peter Pettigrew but he didn't quiver as much. He was trying to look brave. I'd better not tell him that he was failing miserably.
Then, there was a guy at the other corner of the room with a face that could turn milk sour. He was practically scowling at everyone. What I hated most about his appearance was his hair. I mean just look at it! It was so oily and...greasy and...yuck! I think I've just lost my appetite.
Remus Lupin
This is so scary. I think that boy suspected me. You know, the boy who was looking around, a faint grin flickering over his face as he looked at the sneering boy opposite me. I shivered. It was so cold. Well, it would help if I was sitting nearer to the fire but I wouldn't want to draw attention to myself.
I looked around cautiously. So far so good. No one was suspecting me except that boy...I think. I must say I didn't look that innocent.
I was so hungry and tired as well as cold. I felt so out of place. Everyone was so comfortable and full while I was practically dying of stress, starvation and cold. *Sigh* For instance, there's that boy who was in my compartment earlier...Gilderoy Lockhart. He was wearing robes made of the most expensive material and he was looking very high-and-mighty in his expensive and plush cloak. He was looking down at everybody...or should I say, trying to look down at everybody. He was pretty short and he was lifting up his chin to try to make himself taller. Good try, Lockhart.
There was the other guy who had been in my compartment...Sean Thomas. He was looking very warm and smug. There was Philip Brown...Kelvin Johnson...William Spinnet...all of them so rich and happy. *Sigh* and *sigh* again.
A/N: Well, what d'ya think?? If I get more than 10 reviews, I'll continue the story, so puh-leez review! =)
Disclaimer: All characters that you recognize belong to J.K. Rowling. Any similarities are pure coincidence.
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James Potter
The platform was bursting with activity and chatter. I slid past the bustling students, looking for a compartment like everyone else. There wasn't much choice left. It was already five minutes to eleven. Trust my father to wake up late.
I raced to the end of the train, slipping past prefects who were checking on the compartments to make sure no one caused any trouble. I finally reached the last compartment. As I had expected, it was empty. No one wanted to sit in the last compartment because it was usually very bumpy during the train ride.
I seated myself on the hard bench after putting away my luggage. Deciding to change, I locked the door and put on the school robes. I was set for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Lily Evans
The train pushed off, puffing and chugging through the grassy fields and forests. Having nothing better to do, I watched the mountains slip by as the train gained speed. It was a beautiful autumn day. The brown leaves occasionally brushed against the train window. I began to relax.
Earlier, I was very nervous. Well, how would you feel if you suddenly found out that you had magic blood in your veins after your parents have told you a thousand times that there was no such thing as magic?
I was Muggle-born. My parents were non-magic people and so was my sister. At least my parents accepted the fact that I was different, but Petunia just had to freak out. Not that I cared...we were never as close as sisters should be anyway. We were so very different. I had a long flowing sheet of red hair and green emerald eyes. She had short brown hair and light brown slits as eyes. She was only three years older than me but she always acted as if she was a fully-fledged adult. Life is difficult sometimes.
Sirius Black
The boy beside me just could not stop twitching. What's his name again? Oh yeah...Longbottom, Frank Longbottom. He and that Peter Pettigrew were obviously made for each other. I watched, amused, as they both fiddled with their robes, sweat trickling down their face in nervousness. What was there to be afraid of anyway? It was just Hogwarts. My mum had told me thousands of stories of Hogwarts. I can imagine it now...a towering castle with hundreds of secret passages just waiting for me to explore...rooms that move at night and knights that walk around singing Christmas carols during Christmas.
I sighed. I was downright bored. I never had any real friends before this. The other boys were always afraid of me because I was so naturally mischievous if I do say so myself. The girls...well...don't even go there. I had dreamed that life at Hogwarts would be different. I would have real friends who would stick by me and we would be able to share adventures together.
Just then, Peter yelped when he noticed a tiny spider crawling up the wall beside him. *Sigh*. So much for dreams.
Remus Lupin
I felt so tired. I had just undergone another night as a werewolf. It was painful as always. I had always feared the full moon, but what I fear more is that my fellow schoolmates would find out the truth about me. I shivered involuntarily.
Even though it was pretty warm, I had never felt so cold and alone in my life. At home, my mother was always there, comforting me, telling me that everything would be alright. Now, I was all alone. Every month, I would have to live through the painful transformations by myself, in the Shrieking Shack as Professor Dumbledore had told me. I sighed softly, not wanting to disturb the other people in the compartment with me.
They were playing an animated game of Exploding Snap. I jumped suddenly when the whole pack of cards blew up. They began to laugh heartily. I sighed again. I would give anything just to be like one of them, happy and free. Tears filled my eyes. Happy and free...
Peter Pettigrew
I was so scared. I had never been brave. I was always a cowardly little rat. Even my parents were ashamed of me. I just wished that life would be different. I wished that I could be as brave as that tall boy in the compartment with me. He was so nonchalant and not nervous at all. I'm going to be friends with him. I'm going to learn to be brave and to be able to stand up for myself. I'm going to make my parents proud of me.
Just then, that Black boy let out a laugh. I realized that I was standing up with my hands in the air. I turned beet red and sat down, my knees clicking together and my hands sweaty and wet. So much for being brave.
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James Potter
The train slowed down to a stop at the Hogsmeade station. I stepped outside, breathing in the cool night air. Hogsmeade was as beautiful as my father had told me. There were quaint little houses along the street and at the end, there were shops selling all kinds of stuff like candy and magic tricks (evil grin).
Just then, there was a loud booming voice from the other side of the train.
"Firs' years, o'er here!"
I wrenched my gaze away from the twinkling lights of the post office and walked to the other side of the platform. Lo behold! There was a giant of a man, standing about 9 feet tall, surrounded by students not even half his size.
I walked towards him, gasping in awe at his humungous size, yet he looked like he was only thirty or so. His boots alone were big enough for me to hide in. He flashed me a toothy grin and heaved me into the line of first-year pupils. I smiled warmly at a shivering kid and stood behind him. Together, we watched the older students climb into horseless carriages and headed for the castle.
Lily Evans
Horseless carriages! There are horseless carriages here!
"Well, what d'ya expect?" my newfound friend, Maria, said when I gaped at the carriages. I guess magic really is magic.
Well, anyway, the big guy, Hagrid, led us to the edge of the lake where a number of boats were placed.
"Get in there, kids! No more than four to a boat!" he called out, his voice echoing over the lake.
I climbed into the nearest boat with Maria and two other girls. We sat silently throughout the journey to the castle. Occasionally, I let out a gasp of wonder or two when the castle came into sight. It was dark and majestic, creating an aura of mystery. Combined with the dark night sky and beautiful twinkling stars, it was more beautiful than I had ever imagined.
We stopped in front of the castle gates and got off the boats. Hagrid knocked a few times on the gigantic door. It creaked open and a young witch peeked out.
"Yes, bring them in please," she called out in a crisp dry voice. Hagrid led us into the castle and then, walked out again. The witch led us through a long corridor. There was a faint smell of paraffin that hung in the air.
We walked for a few minutes before finally, she stopped in front of a door. She opened it and asked us to go in. And so we did.
It turned out to be some sort of a waiting room. There was a small fireplace at the corner of the room and there were plenty of plush couches around the room. I sat down on one of them and tried to calm down my nerves.
Sirius Black
Wait? We were supposed to wait? But that's impossible! I can't wait! Not after all the excitement! Ah, the agony!
I watched as one by one the students sat down on the couches and did last minute adjustments to their robes and (for girls) hair. How can they stand the waiting? Sheesh...
A girl with flaming red hair looked particularly nervous. She sat down on a couch and closed her eyes and began to meditate...I think. Well, what d'ya think she was doing? Just sitting there...her eyes closed...and...well, yeah! Just sitting there with her eyes closed! Must be a Muggle-born...
A really, really, really messy-haired guy was pacing the room, his face not exactly pale but not exactly normal either. Next to him, I felt really well groomed indeed. His hair was just kind of...elevated...yup, that's right! And it sort of stuck up at the back. I'll pay you ten galleons if you can find someone who has messier hair than him.
That Pettigrew boy is practically going to faint of fright. He was just sitting there like a dead rat...except for the fact that he was shaking and quivering. In fact, I can almost feel the air he was vibrating. That Frank Longbottom didn't look that good either.
There was a really tired looking guy sitting at the far corner of the room. That guy really looked like he needed ten square meals and a five-day long nap. He looked as nervous as Peter Pettigrew but he didn't quiver as much. He was trying to look brave. I'd better not tell him that he was failing miserably.
Then, there was a guy at the other corner of the room with a face that could turn milk sour. He was practically scowling at everyone. What I hated most about his appearance was his hair. I mean just look at it! It was so oily and...greasy and...yuck! I think I've just lost my appetite.
Remus Lupin
This is so scary. I think that boy suspected me. You know, the boy who was looking around, a faint grin flickering over his face as he looked at the sneering boy opposite me. I shivered. It was so cold. Well, it would help if I was sitting nearer to the fire but I wouldn't want to draw attention to myself.
I looked around cautiously. So far so good. No one was suspecting me except that boy...I think. I must say I didn't look that innocent.
I was so hungry and tired as well as cold. I felt so out of place. Everyone was so comfortable and full while I was practically dying of stress, starvation and cold. *Sigh* For instance, there's that boy who was in my compartment earlier...Gilderoy Lockhart. He was wearing robes made of the most expensive material and he was looking very high-and-mighty in his expensive and plush cloak. He was looking down at everybody...or should I say, trying to look down at everybody. He was pretty short and he was lifting up his chin to try to make himself taller. Good try, Lockhart.
There was the other guy who had been in my compartment...Sean Thomas. He was looking very warm and smug. There was Philip Brown...Kelvin Johnson...William Spinnet...all of them so rich and happy. *Sigh* and *sigh* again.
A/N: Well, what d'ya think?? If I get more than 10 reviews, I'll continue the story, so puh-leez review! =)