I look at the platform 9 ¾, and I can't help but think of all the times I
was here when we were just schoolboys. Of course I know I really shouldn't
do so, because I'm the last one of the four of us and even given twelve
years to get over it I haven't. Two of my best friends are dead, and the
third ought to be in prison for killing the two others. Sometimes I wonder
how crazy can life be. Of course, the new twist makes everything yet
crazier. Sirius Black, my friend from Hogwarts years and the few years we
had after the school has escaped Azcaban, and I really don't know what to
do.
But that's not entirely true. I'll go to Hogwarts and teach all those kids how they can protect themselves so that no one will have to face the end my friends got. If I teach them well enough, then maybe... What worries me a bit, though, is teaching James's son, Harry. They say he looks so much like his father, and I don't know... I shouldn't tell him about Sirius, really. But how can you protect James's son from knowing anything? If he's even half what James was, he'll find out, no matter how they try to hide it. I wonder if he knows Sirius is after him?
Now, here it came again. Sirius. Wasn't I supposed to not think of him? There's nothing at all to be done, now is there? I'll do my best to protect Harry, of course, and there's nothing more I can do.
The platform is still rather empty, only very few others have arrived this early. Everyone tends to come in the last minute. Even when we were kids I was always first in here, waiting alone for others to arrive. James used to tease me by saying I came early just to get him a good seat, and Sirius wouldn't let me in the train before I admitted I'd been here since the last morning. Which wasn't true, of course, but it amused him and he really wouldn't have let me in if I hadn't admitted it. Peter, he would run to the train only three minutes before it left, trying to haul his luggage with him. James would help him, lift the trunk in, and I would help the poor boy jump in as the train moved. Sirius would never manage to help, because he'd roll on the floor, laughing. Boy, he found something amusing about everything. I suppose he doesn't laugh anymore. No longer does Padfoot let out the bark like laughter, and that's just fine. He deserves it... doesn't he?
Now, the first of the students arrive. There, I can see a red haired girl. Not exactly Lily Evan's hair color, she had pretty, dark red locks, and this one is more to orange. But she does look a bit alike her. Oh Lily, how many times did I hear James talk about you? It was almost everyday routine for him to mention you even the times you would tell him to go as far as possible, and when you finally agreed to go out with Prongs, it was every second minute routine. But it was alright, even if it did drive Sirius nuts -or maybe because of that- because you fit together so well. And you had such a lovely laughter, didn't you? I promise, Lily, I'll take care of your son.
Now I go into the train. Oh God, how many memories does this bring back. Sitting to the last cabin, I wish to be let alone. It's painful enough to think of my dead friends and the one still alive even without seeing anyone. Fortunately the moon is still growing smaller. I close my eyes and soon I'm asleep, dreaming of the days when everything was so simple, lord Voldemort a trouble for the adults, anything more serious than passing the grade a worry for another time.
But that's not entirely true. I'll go to Hogwarts and teach all those kids how they can protect themselves so that no one will have to face the end my friends got. If I teach them well enough, then maybe... What worries me a bit, though, is teaching James's son, Harry. They say he looks so much like his father, and I don't know... I shouldn't tell him about Sirius, really. But how can you protect James's son from knowing anything? If he's even half what James was, he'll find out, no matter how they try to hide it. I wonder if he knows Sirius is after him?
Now, here it came again. Sirius. Wasn't I supposed to not think of him? There's nothing at all to be done, now is there? I'll do my best to protect Harry, of course, and there's nothing more I can do.
The platform is still rather empty, only very few others have arrived this early. Everyone tends to come in the last minute. Even when we were kids I was always first in here, waiting alone for others to arrive. James used to tease me by saying I came early just to get him a good seat, and Sirius wouldn't let me in the train before I admitted I'd been here since the last morning. Which wasn't true, of course, but it amused him and he really wouldn't have let me in if I hadn't admitted it. Peter, he would run to the train only three minutes before it left, trying to haul his luggage with him. James would help him, lift the trunk in, and I would help the poor boy jump in as the train moved. Sirius would never manage to help, because he'd roll on the floor, laughing. Boy, he found something amusing about everything. I suppose he doesn't laugh anymore. No longer does Padfoot let out the bark like laughter, and that's just fine. He deserves it... doesn't he?
Now, the first of the students arrive. There, I can see a red haired girl. Not exactly Lily Evan's hair color, she had pretty, dark red locks, and this one is more to orange. But she does look a bit alike her. Oh Lily, how many times did I hear James talk about you? It was almost everyday routine for him to mention you even the times you would tell him to go as far as possible, and when you finally agreed to go out with Prongs, it was every second minute routine. But it was alright, even if it did drive Sirius nuts -or maybe because of that- because you fit together so well. And you had such a lovely laughter, didn't you? I promise, Lily, I'll take care of your son.
Now I go into the train. Oh God, how many memories does this bring back. Sitting to the last cabin, I wish to be let alone. It's painful enough to think of my dead friends and the one still alive even without seeing anyone. Fortunately the moon is still growing smaller. I close my eyes and soon I'm asleep, dreaming of the days when everything was so simple, lord Voldemort a trouble for the adults, anything more serious than passing the grade a worry for another time.