Never had a friend. Remus looked around the large station a little lost. He was a thin, tired looking boy with deep crescent circles under his pail eyes. Gripping his trunk tightly he trailed after his older brother to platform 9/3, looking downward and never taking his eyes off the ground. "Getting to the train is a synch. Just walk right through, there's nothing to it." His Brother, Romolus was older than he was and much more confident. As he talked to Remus, Remus didn't say anything, he didn't smile, and not once did he look up. When they had crossed through the barrier Remus lifted his head. Shaking the long, pail, brown hair out of his eyes he looked around. Gazing at the people he saw, one by one he took pictures of them in his head. He saw a tall boy with two younger sisters that looked like twins, loading three trunks on to the train. He saw a round pudgy mother with glasses and green dress that looked like table clothe waving a handkerchief at a teary eyed, black-haired girl. There was a girl with auburn hair past her waist fighting with her mother and two skinny boys trading chocolate frog cards, using a trunk as a table. A greasy-hared boy with a salient hook like nose was sitting on his trunk looking at the far wall, while a boy with extremely messy, dark hair tried with all his strength to lift his trunk on to the train. Romolus started to walk toward the train, and Remus followed, still gazing around him. He turned slightly to walk around a large family; his head tilted to the side and he laid eyes on a boy. He was tall, well built, his black hair was a little past his ears and his bangs covered his eyes. With an elegant sweeping motion of his head, the boy's bangs fell across his face to the left side revealing an unmistakably beautiful face. A jolt of energy went through him. With his eyes still on the boy he walked right into a girl. Remus picked himself up off the floor and turned to look in the direction of the boy, he was gone. Then he reached down to help the girl up off the floor. She had red hair and bright green eyes. "You should watch where you're going." She said I in an annoyed voice. "Oh, sorry." Remus mumbled back, looking at the ground, "I was just..." Before he could finish she reached out her hand. "My name is Lily Evans." Remus was so taken aback by her change in attitude he was motionless for a moment. Starring into her kind eyes he reached out his hand to hers. When they met the sleeve of his shirt fell back to his elbow, showing a pallid arm with three parallel gashes across it. Lily looked at the gash and then at Remus with curiosity. "My name is Remus Lupin," said Remus. Lily smiled.

Sirius took a big breath and sighed happily. "Ah, at last, I'm free." As he was putting his trunk on the train he his hand rubbed over the top and he could smell the new leather. When you looked at Sirius the first thing you'd think was rich or wealthy, and maybe even spoiled, but the real Sirius wasn't like the Sirius You'd see. Behind his handsome, youthful face, under the nice clothes and confident exterior was a lost boy, who in spirit was beyond poor to the point of empty. Sirius had a bad home-life and he was glad to get away, but that is all he'd ever admit (if that even). He had a strong sense of pride, and despite how lost he was on the inside he had developed an outer shell that showed an entirely different person, who was smart, happy, and very confident. And without noticing it, it had taken over Sirius. Only when Sirius was alone at night could he really feel his inner pain and who he really was, but even that was rare because he has learned to block it all out and let his shell take over.
Sirius flicked his hair out of his face and was walking on to the train when someone bellowed from behind him, "Well look who it is! Sirius, my man."