"So, where was your family?"

"They were there, but they'd rather say bye to Regulus." Sirius said the name with distaste, making a face.

"Who?"

"My brother. He thinks the same as them, so, naturally, they like him more."

James was very confused at what Sirius was saying, but before he could ask what he meant, their compartment door slid open and a very tired-looking face pocked it's head in.

"Oh, sorry," he said. "I thought it was empty."

"No! We don't mind," said Sirius, scooting over.

The boy shyly walked in and took a seat next to Sirius.

"I'm Sirius," he said, offering his hand to the new boy.

"Remus," he said, shaking it.

"James."

"Hello."

"Hiya."

There was a short pause when James broke the silence.

"So, what house do you guys want to be in?"

"Huh?" said Remus.

"You know, what house?" supplied Sirius. "I want to be a Gryffindor. My whole family's been in Slytherin, but I can't imagine being sorted into that house of gits."

"I want to be in Gryffindor, too. But it's different for me," said James. "My entire family has been in Gryffindor. Can't imagine being in any other house, though I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too dreadful."

All this time, Remus was starring at the two with a vacant expression on his face.

"You Muggle-born?" said James, gaining more confidence with the presence of Sirius.

Remus nodded.

"Well, don't worry. Nothing to be scared of. All they do is make you wear—"

Sirius's hand shout out and covered James's mouth and finished his sentence for him. "They make you wear a red dress and do a couple of dances, then they sort you on your skill. Gryffindor is for the better dancers."

Remus swallowed a hard lump in his throat and looked down at his hands. James looked inquisitively over at Sirius from over his hand and, when Sirius winked, a smile was creeping its way onto James's face underneath his new friend's hand.

Having already changed into their robes, James and Sirius were explaining the rules of Quidditch to Remus when a commotion was heard outside. The three slammed the door open and rushed into the corridor to see what was the matter, instinctively snatching their wands from their robes.

Three taller goons were towering over another first year who was squealing like a mouse. If it wasn't for the fact that he was dressed in wizarding robes, he could have actually been mistaken for a rat.

"What do you think you're doing?" said James, stepping forward, causing the three older boys to stop and look up.

"A first year?" said the taller of the three. He had long white hair that was tied back in a ponytail and was carrying a black, pointed wand, resembling a sword, now aimed at the boy on the floor. "A first year who thinks he can stop me?" He turned to the other two boys behind him and began laughing madly. The white-haired menace took a step over the cowering first year and stood in front of James, breathing in his face as he spoke. "You can't stop me."

James licked his lips. "Says who?" he replied, defiantly.

"Says me, you douche bag."

Sirius and Remus both stood up behind James and glared at the boy, who began laughing hysterically.

"Three first years who think that they can take on a seventh year!" he laughed in a silky, dangerous voice.

James's eyes widened at the fact that he was a seventh year.

"I know you," said Sirius from behind James. "You're that man Malfoy's son."

"Lucius Malfoy at your service," he said, bowing low to the ground in a mocking fashion. His two cronies behind him chuckled stupidly.

"Let him go," said James, gesturing towards the first year, still on the floor.

"Or you'll what?" said Malfoy.

James raised his wand.

Malfoy raised his hands and mockingly cowered, laughing. "Ooh!" he said. "Now, I'm really, really scared."

Knowing full well that James knew no magic, he lowered his wand, slipping it back into his robe pocket. Making to turn around and walk back in the compartment, the seventh years howled with laughter when James jumped up at Malfoy, putting his hands around his throat and punching every piece of Malfoy that he could reach. Sirius and Remus both jumped as well onto the other goons, following James's lead.

"The first day of term hasn't even begun and you three boys find yourself in detention. I don't think that ever, in the history of Hogwarts has anyone managed a detention so quickly." Professor McGonagall had only just met the three boys and already she could tell that the next seven years – if they lasted that long without being expelled – would be an adventure. Something to keep her on her toes.

"So," said one of the two with black hair. "We're the first to ever get detention this quickly."

"Did you not hear me the first time? Mr Potter, I presume."

He nodded, his lips curving up in the form of a smile.

"And you say, no one has ever done it that quickly?" This time, it was the second black-haired boy to speak.

"I can only imagine that you would be Mr Black?"

Sirius nodded.

"Well," she said. "You will receive owls informing you of your detentions. Hurry along before I start the sorting without you," she said, bustling out through the room.

James and Sirius smirked at each other and followed McGonagall out of the room, Remus on their tails looking like he had just found out his grandfather had died.

"I think we may be able to start a tradition, what say you, Mr Black?" James held out his hand again, more warily than the first time when they had met on the Hogwarts Express, and Sirius shook it, grinning madly. Looking over his shoulder, James grabbed Remus's arm and pulled him forward, slapping him on the back. "Well done, mate," he said proudly.

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