Note: Just something I did for my own entertainment and for Sirius Black lovers, have fun with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I am homeless and possessionless. I do however own Sirius Black. Well in my head anyway – nothing legal.
My name is Sirius Black
My name is Sirius Black.
I used to wish it were Sirius Potter.
When I was eleven I received a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Just as my parent's had expected) and I met my best friend in the whole world there – James Potter. His family is everything that mine isn't and that's why I used to want to be a part of it. Of course things change, people change and so did I.
But I suppose to understand it all I'd have to go back to the beginning, back where it all really started for me…
September 1st
Today was the best bloody day ever! Ever since I got my letter from Hogwarts I've been waiting for today! I was up at six this morning because I couldn't sleep (way too excited). I repacked my trunk twice, then went on telling my brother about the loads of things that I'll get to do there. Mother finally told me to shut it (which I knew she would because it's obvious she likes Regulus more). We finally reached King's Cross at ten to eleven and I had to rush to get on the train and find a seat thanks to my brother's bad temper of course.
However I couldn't find a single empty compartment so by the time I'd reached the end of the train I figured I better just share. I poked my head in the second to last spot and asked the wispy-haired blonde boy if he'd mind my company.
"Uh, no. I mean, sure, come on in." he'd said looking up at me from his place by the window. He was small and a little soft looking around the edges, but he seemed friendly enough.
"My name's Sirius Black, I'm a first year – are you too?"
"Yeah, uh, my name's Peter – Peter Pettigrew." He replied a little hesitantly. I got the impression he didn't talk to a lot of people. Or maybe they didn't talk to him – whatever it was he didn't seem entirely comfortable around me. But it didn't matter because I was so happy just to be going to Hogwarts.
We hadn't been moving for very long when the compartment door slid open again and a girl stood there. She had long, rather straight, red hair and bright green eyes. I smiled at her because well I was already smiling anyway. She grinned back and asked,
"Do you boys mind if I join you? Most everywhere else is packed."
"I don't mind." I replied brightly and looked at Peter. He nodded and made a vague sort of welcoming gesture. The girl sat down. She had a dusting of summer freckles and a straight, slightly upturned nose. Her grin was very infectious.
"My name's Lily Evans! I've just heard about all this magic over the summer! My family's a… what do you call it? Muggle that's right! Anyway, I'm so glad to be here! And my parents are really proud!"
"I'm Sirius and this is Peter – I'm from a wizarding family, never met a muggle born before." I continued smiling at her and decided not to mention that my parents were strict purebloods.
"Hullo Peter! Hullo Sirius! What a different name – I like it though."
She sure talked a lot, this Lily Evans. But that was okay because Peter was as quiet as she was loud. We spent the whole ride comparing the muggle world and the wizarding one. I explained all sorts of things to her – couldn't believe she'd never heard of Quidditch! But all in all it was loads of fun. Peter even became more personably by the time the train slowed.
We got to take boats across the lake to the castle – which was really fun but a little chilly, as there was a rather cool breeze at the time. I think I saw the giant squid moving underneath us – but that might have been a reflection of a cloud or something. Peter, Lily and another boy named Lucius Malfoy were in the boat with me – they all seemed just as excited as I was (though Peter hid it the most). I was filled with a mixture of awe and joy at the thought of spending the next seven years at this magnificent place. I hadn't even seen inside the castle and it looked better than Grimmauld Place!
Inside we were met by a professor and taken into a smaller room to wait. Lily had disappeared into the crowd and Lucius was talking with two other boys. Peter, however quiet and uninterested he had seemed on the train – was stuck fast to my side like a second shadow.
We didn't have to wait very long, the teacher came back and led us out onto the raised platform in front of the entire school. As much as I might not look it, I'm really very shy – I mean the whole school was staring at us! There was a hat (the sorting hat?) there on a stool that sang a song before they started calling us up one by one and sorting us into houses. I was still pondering which house best suited me when the teacher called out loudly,
"Black, Sirius." And I had to scramble up there on that stool with the ridiculously tattered and huge hat falling over my eyes and whispering into my ear. It seriously considered placing me in Slytherin, which made sense, I suppose, being that most of my family had been in Slytherin. I wasn't sure where I wanted to be, but I guess I was reluctant to pick that house (I've never really wanted to be like my family).
"GRYFFINDOR!" It yelled to the great hall and I mindlessly made my way down to the cheering table. I felt a rather numb but very pleased – it was hard not to be when surrounded by tons of grinning people, clapping you on the back and shaking your hand.
The rest of the sorting whizzed by (Lily and Peter became Gryffindors as well) and then there was a huge feast filled with all sorts of really yummy things to eat. I don't really remember following a prefect up the stairs and into our dorms, I just sort of collapsed onto the bed and was nearly asleep before I remembered to write. And now that I have…
