Three hours later, James sat leaning against the window sill eating a
chocolate frog. Sirius was amusing himself by seeing how many times he
could get his chocolate frog to jump by poking it in the rear. His frog
looked extremely tired and just gave a pathetic sort of twitch when Sirius
poked it.
"What house are you hoping for?" James asked Sirius distracting him from frog-torturing.
"Oh," Sirius said as he gave his frog a final jab, "I don't really care. So long as it isn't Ravenclaw, which is where Sarah is and I would just hate to be in the same house as her. I've been trying to avoid her for the past 12 years of my life and if I was stuck in her house; I'd see her more than I have in years, it might give me a complex."
James grinned, "I thought your sister was quite nice actually, and she's hot."
Sirius made a face, "Shit, James, what are you thinking? Well there's no accounting for taste of course."
A loud screeching noise filled the compartment, James rolled up the blinds on his window and gazed at the most spectacular sight he had ever seen. A magnificent black castle rose in the horizon, it's towers rose in the air to greet the oncoming train.
"WOOEE!" shouted Sirius loudly causing many people in other compartments to stick their heads out and glare at him, "There she is James, our home for the next seven years of our lives. Not much to look at, is she?"
James turned to glare at Sirius to see if maybe he was going mad, but Sirius just grinned good naturedly at him.
"So," said Sirius in a matter-of-fact tone, "When we arrive, what shall we do first? Shall we, A: Rob the kitchens, B: Place a bomb under the Ravenclaw table so my sister will freak or C: Go to sorting, like normal first years."
"I'd say we'll get sorted, and then do the other two."
"An excellent suggestion, my dear James; and after we've finished that what say we run a little chess tournament?"
"What?" asked James laughing.
"My dear, boy," said Sirius faking a grandfatherly tone, "There are many good qualities in chess, the best of course, being that you can cheat like a dog and win money!"
"Money?" asked a voice at the door of the compartment, "Did I hear something about winning money?"
A small, black haired boy was occupying the door frame, his hair was so greasy that an oil lamp could have been made from it. His eyes suddenly got wide, "Sirius!" he demanded, "What are you doing here?"
"This is Severus," Sirius explained turning to James, "He's this rotten little git who lives on my street. And," he said turning back to Severus, "I am here, because I am planning to attend Hogwarts School of Witch craft and wizardry, dumb ass."
"Oh, that's right," Severus drawled, "I'm the rotten git, look who plays all the tricks, on me!"
"You deserve it, you always get me into trouble!."
"Yeah, but you're always hanging about in the street!"
Sirius grinned, "See, James, he's pathetic. Oh yes, I'm always hanging about in street, Severus, probably because I live in your neighbourhood. Piss of, Severus, go play with your greasy little friends, in your greasy little world. If you have any friends, that is."
Severus shot a final glare at Sirius before storming out of the compartment.
James grinned, "Do I sense a certain degree of dislike here?"
Sirius shrugged, "There's nothing redeeming about Severus Snape, he's annoying, he has no life, no friends and he always gets me grounded. So I play a few harmless tricks on him, it hasn't killed him."
"Not yet it hasn't."
"Would you be dreadfully cut up if it did?"
The train came to a complete stop and Sirius bounded out of the compartment followed closely by James. In the baggage car, a mad scramble for luggage was going on.
"GET OFF ME, MALFOY!"
"UP YOURS, WEASLY. THAT'S MINE GIVE IT TOO ME!"
The two boys began pushing each other and a moment later were on top of one another kicking and punching with most alarming severity.
Sirius waded into the fray and grabbed the smaller boy by the collar yanking him off the pale haired boy who's face was bright red from suppressed tears.
"Now, Now, you two." Sirius chided in a teacherly voice, "Here at Hogwarts, we are all one big happy family. Now say your sorry and shake. We're all friends, here."
"That didn't seem to be your philosophy with Severus a minute ago."
Sirius glared hard at James, "Your not helping!" he hissed. He gave the redhead he was hold a shake.
"Fine, Sorry Malfoy." mumbled Sirius' captive.
Malfoy sneered, "We shouldn't have even been fighting, Weasly. Its not as if I couldn't tell my bags from yours, mine are new, yours.well.lets just say they could use a bit of repairing, or maybe more than a bit."
James gave Malfoy a kick, "Oops." he said not sounding very sincere at all, "I'm sorry about that. I thought that maybe you were just a piece of luggage, I mean you didn't seem to be saying anything intelligent."
Sirius let go of the collar, and quickly located his trunk, which Malfoy happened to be sitting on and gave a gigantic heave, Malfoy fell flat on his nose.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Sirius said with mock sincerity, "Well, you really shouldn't sit on people's belongings, not very polite; you know."
James grabbed his trunk and he and Sirius quickly hopped off the train, bursting into laughter.
A huge hand was suddenly rested on James shoulder, he looked, up and up and up, to see a friendly bearded face, "Come along ye two! Yer holdin' everyone up ye are."
They allowed themselves to be escorted by the giant across the lake, and into the castle and lined up behind the other first years. At the beginning of the queue was the legendary sorting hat. James crossed his fingers, and wished silently, Please let me be in a house with Sirius, please!
A short witch stood up from the teachers table at the front of the great hall, "Lily Evans." she called.
The creature who walked to the hat, was the most beautiful person James had ever seen. Her hair was perfectly straight and it hung down in long red locks, her teeth were even and pearly white. She sported no blemishes, what so ever. James got the notion that he was looking at an angel.
Sirius tapped his chin gently, "Close your mouth, lover boy, you're drooling."
"I am not." James hissed defensively, but he quickly wiped his chin just in case.
The beautiful Lily Evans was sorted into Gryffindor and James felt an incontrollable sense of longing fill his heart, he had to be in Gryffindor, he just had to be!
After an eternity of waiting, his name was called. Sirius was in Gryffindor as well as Lily, he would die if he didn't get into that house.
He approached the stool.
"GO JAMES GO JAMES! JAMES POTTER FOR GRYFFINDOR!" Sirius stood up and yelled again, "JAMES, JAMES, JAMES, HE'S OUR MAN."
The two boys on either side of Sirius grabbed his arms and yanked him back into the sitting position, James gave both of them a look of pure gratitude.
No sooner had the sorting hat touched his head when it shouted, "RIGHT MR. BLACK YOU CAN SHUT UP NOW AND STOP GIVING THE ENTIRE SCHOOL A HEAD ACHE BECAUSE MR. POTTER IS IN GRYFFINDOR!"
"YES!" Sirius was up again, "WELL DONE JAMES! BRAVO!"
James ran to the Gryffindor table was fast as his legs would carry him, wedged himself in-between Sirius and the boy next to him and hauled on Sirius's arm making him sit down again, "You're an idiot, Sirius."
Sirius pretended to be offended, "What me? Do you mean to tell me that you weren't pleased to have your own cheerleading squad.well I must confess I'm hurt."
At the front of the great hall, an old man tapped his glass for attention, "On behalf of all the staff, I welcome you to a new year at Hogwarts. I am professor Dumbledore head of this establishment. I would like to thank Mr. Sirius Black for the most enthusiastic cheering at a sorting ceremony that Hogwarts has ever seen, let the banquet begin."
Sirius held out his hand to James, who shook it, "Welcome to the beginnings of a glorious year, Mr. Potter. What say we locate the kitchens after dinner? No sense in not knowing where the prime facilities are at this school."
James smiled happily to himself, He was in for one hell of a year.
"What house are you hoping for?" James asked Sirius distracting him from frog-torturing.
"Oh," Sirius said as he gave his frog a final jab, "I don't really care. So long as it isn't Ravenclaw, which is where Sarah is and I would just hate to be in the same house as her. I've been trying to avoid her for the past 12 years of my life and if I was stuck in her house; I'd see her more than I have in years, it might give me a complex."
James grinned, "I thought your sister was quite nice actually, and she's hot."
Sirius made a face, "Shit, James, what are you thinking? Well there's no accounting for taste of course."
A loud screeching noise filled the compartment, James rolled up the blinds on his window and gazed at the most spectacular sight he had ever seen. A magnificent black castle rose in the horizon, it's towers rose in the air to greet the oncoming train.
"WOOEE!" shouted Sirius loudly causing many people in other compartments to stick their heads out and glare at him, "There she is James, our home for the next seven years of our lives. Not much to look at, is she?"
James turned to glare at Sirius to see if maybe he was going mad, but Sirius just grinned good naturedly at him.
"So," said Sirius in a matter-of-fact tone, "When we arrive, what shall we do first? Shall we, A: Rob the kitchens, B: Place a bomb under the Ravenclaw table so my sister will freak or C: Go to sorting, like normal first years."
"I'd say we'll get sorted, and then do the other two."
"An excellent suggestion, my dear James; and after we've finished that what say we run a little chess tournament?"
"What?" asked James laughing.
"My dear, boy," said Sirius faking a grandfatherly tone, "There are many good qualities in chess, the best of course, being that you can cheat like a dog and win money!"
"Money?" asked a voice at the door of the compartment, "Did I hear something about winning money?"
A small, black haired boy was occupying the door frame, his hair was so greasy that an oil lamp could have been made from it. His eyes suddenly got wide, "Sirius!" he demanded, "What are you doing here?"
"This is Severus," Sirius explained turning to James, "He's this rotten little git who lives on my street. And," he said turning back to Severus, "I am here, because I am planning to attend Hogwarts School of Witch craft and wizardry, dumb ass."
"Oh, that's right," Severus drawled, "I'm the rotten git, look who plays all the tricks, on me!"
"You deserve it, you always get me into trouble!."
"Yeah, but you're always hanging about in the street!"
Sirius grinned, "See, James, he's pathetic. Oh yes, I'm always hanging about in street, Severus, probably because I live in your neighbourhood. Piss of, Severus, go play with your greasy little friends, in your greasy little world. If you have any friends, that is."
Severus shot a final glare at Sirius before storming out of the compartment.
James grinned, "Do I sense a certain degree of dislike here?"
Sirius shrugged, "There's nothing redeeming about Severus Snape, he's annoying, he has no life, no friends and he always gets me grounded. So I play a few harmless tricks on him, it hasn't killed him."
"Not yet it hasn't."
"Would you be dreadfully cut up if it did?"
The train came to a complete stop and Sirius bounded out of the compartment followed closely by James. In the baggage car, a mad scramble for luggage was going on.
"GET OFF ME, MALFOY!"
"UP YOURS, WEASLY. THAT'S MINE GIVE IT TOO ME!"
The two boys began pushing each other and a moment later were on top of one another kicking and punching with most alarming severity.
Sirius waded into the fray and grabbed the smaller boy by the collar yanking him off the pale haired boy who's face was bright red from suppressed tears.
"Now, Now, you two." Sirius chided in a teacherly voice, "Here at Hogwarts, we are all one big happy family. Now say your sorry and shake. We're all friends, here."
"That didn't seem to be your philosophy with Severus a minute ago."
Sirius glared hard at James, "Your not helping!" he hissed. He gave the redhead he was hold a shake.
"Fine, Sorry Malfoy." mumbled Sirius' captive.
Malfoy sneered, "We shouldn't have even been fighting, Weasly. Its not as if I couldn't tell my bags from yours, mine are new, yours.well.lets just say they could use a bit of repairing, or maybe more than a bit."
James gave Malfoy a kick, "Oops." he said not sounding very sincere at all, "I'm sorry about that. I thought that maybe you were just a piece of luggage, I mean you didn't seem to be saying anything intelligent."
Sirius let go of the collar, and quickly located his trunk, which Malfoy happened to be sitting on and gave a gigantic heave, Malfoy fell flat on his nose.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Sirius said with mock sincerity, "Well, you really shouldn't sit on people's belongings, not very polite; you know."
James grabbed his trunk and he and Sirius quickly hopped off the train, bursting into laughter.
A huge hand was suddenly rested on James shoulder, he looked, up and up and up, to see a friendly bearded face, "Come along ye two! Yer holdin' everyone up ye are."
They allowed themselves to be escorted by the giant across the lake, and into the castle and lined up behind the other first years. At the beginning of the queue was the legendary sorting hat. James crossed his fingers, and wished silently, Please let me be in a house with Sirius, please!
A short witch stood up from the teachers table at the front of the great hall, "Lily Evans." she called.
The creature who walked to the hat, was the most beautiful person James had ever seen. Her hair was perfectly straight and it hung down in long red locks, her teeth were even and pearly white. She sported no blemishes, what so ever. James got the notion that he was looking at an angel.
Sirius tapped his chin gently, "Close your mouth, lover boy, you're drooling."
"I am not." James hissed defensively, but he quickly wiped his chin just in case.
The beautiful Lily Evans was sorted into Gryffindor and James felt an incontrollable sense of longing fill his heart, he had to be in Gryffindor, he just had to be!
After an eternity of waiting, his name was called. Sirius was in Gryffindor as well as Lily, he would die if he didn't get into that house.
He approached the stool.
"GO JAMES GO JAMES! JAMES POTTER FOR GRYFFINDOR!" Sirius stood up and yelled again, "JAMES, JAMES, JAMES, HE'S OUR MAN."
The two boys on either side of Sirius grabbed his arms and yanked him back into the sitting position, James gave both of them a look of pure gratitude.
No sooner had the sorting hat touched his head when it shouted, "RIGHT MR. BLACK YOU CAN SHUT UP NOW AND STOP GIVING THE ENTIRE SCHOOL A HEAD ACHE BECAUSE MR. POTTER IS IN GRYFFINDOR!"
"YES!" Sirius was up again, "WELL DONE JAMES! BRAVO!"
James ran to the Gryffindor table was fast as his legs would carry him, wedged himself in-between Sirius and the boy next to him and hauled on Sirius's arm making him sit down again, "You're an idiot, Sirius."
Sirius pretended to be offended, "What me? Do you mean to tell me that you weren't pleased to have your own cheerleading squad.well I must confess I'm hurt."
At the front of the great hall, an old man tapped his glass for attention, "On behalf of all the staff, I welcome you to a new year at Hogwarts. I am professor Dumbledore head of this establishment. I would like to thank Mr. Sirius Black for the most enthusiastic cheering at a sorting ceremony that Hogwarts has ever seen, let the banquet begin."
Sirius held out his hand to James, who shook it, "Welcome to the beginnings of a glorious year, Mr. Potter. What say we locate the kitchens after dinner? No sense in not knowing where the prime facilities are at this school."
James smiled happily to himself, He was in for one hell of a year.