James was at King's Cross station, platform 9 and ¾ with his mum and dad and a large trunk filled with all the materials he had purchased at Diagon Alley over the end of the summer. A large great-horned owl, which he had named Godric after the founder of the house he wanted to be sorted into, sat in his cage on top of his trunk.

"Godric Gryffindor," said his father, sitting James down for a small lecture after he had gotten his letter. "Was a brilliant man. Had the best idea of them all, Gryffindor did. You know, your mother and I were both sorted into that house."

"I know, dad," said James. His father had often mentioned many childhood memories of him and Mrs Potter in Hogwarts, never failing to remember to say that he had been in Gryffindor.

"Bravery, pride, the man had the right ideas. And not too stupid, either, Gryffindor was. A smart man. Had the idea of the Sorting Hat. Only hope that you can get into that house. Of course, your mother and I will be proud no matter what house you're in. Slytherin would be a little hard to swallow, but all the same, James, all the same. Just keep your fingers crossed for Gryffindor."

And James had. Gryffindor was the only house in which he desired to be sorted into, and to prove his loyalty to that house to his father, he had named his owl Godric.

His mother had James enveloped in a large hug, nearly squeezing the air from his lungs. "We're so proud of you, James. Remember that." She let go of her son and held him out at arms length, starring him in the eyes behind his black glasses. "You'll make us happy no matter what."

James smiled before being spun into a rib-breaking hug from his father. "I love you, James." He ruffled his hair slightly, giving James the appearance of having just stepped off of a broomstick.

Pushing his trunk along in his trolley, Godric sitting happily on top of it, James made his way to the scarlet steam engine, walking along the sides until he found an empty compartment. He climbed up onto the train and set Godric's cage down on the floor beside him. Turning back to his trunk, he saw another boy with black hair like James's, but much more tame and falling over his dark eyes in a cool fashion. The boy had an eyebrow raised.

"You're gonna need help to get that on," said the boy.

James smiled.

"Thanks," he said.

Together, the two managed to pull the heavy trunk on board and the boy turned and wheeled his own trunk to the door.

"Favour for a favour?" he asked, gesturing to his trunk.

"Course," said James. "Better hurry, though. It's five till eleven."

"Got it," said the boy and they heaved his trunk on board as well. "I'm Sirius, by the way. Sirius Black."

"James Potter," said James, holding out his hand for Sirius to shake it. Smiling, Sirius took it and pulled himself on board, pulling James off of the train.

James turned around to fight Sirius only to see that he was bent over laughing.

"You should have seen your face!" he wheezed. James climbed on board and ruffled his hair as his father had done. The two sat down opposite each other and closed the compartment door, shoving the two trunks under the seats and Godric's cage on the racks above their heads.

A loud whistle was heard and the students who had yet to climb on board gave their parents a last kiss and hurried into open compartments. James's parents waved outside the window. Mrs Potter was crying into Mr Potter's robes and he was just smiling at James, who waved frantically back at them.

And with that, the train left the station, heading towards the school.

James couldn't help but smile at the thought.

And so, Sirius Black is introduced. Hope this offers a bit more of a promising future for this fic. Review, why don't ya?