(a/n- hello everyone! our marching band had our first competition on Saturday! It was awesome! We got 65.4! anyways, I hope you enjoy this chappie! The caps are kinda weird cause im not on my computer. O well. Can I quick tell a really funny story? Ok, thanks. my cuzzy has a siri action figure or something. Its really scary. He has like brown hair and the weird striped stuff that he had in the movie. Anyway, I asked him if he knew what his name was. He said yes, but he couldn't remember what it was. So I told him to guess and he said, "Sam?" I thought of James and started cracking up. Ironic, eh? Yea you don't have to laugh. Enjoy and please review!!!!!)
Not Much of a Life: The Hogwarts Express
James and Sirius arrived at Platform 9 ¾ and boarded the Hogwarts Express. They found an empty compartment and sat down across from each other.
"So," said James, "What did happen in Diagon Alley when we were four?"
"Ah, my dear James, I remember it like it was yesterday," Sirius replied in a story-telling voice. "We were getting fitted for robes and started talking to each other. Our parents came in at the same time. Your parents looked happy, but mine were furious. They dragged me out of the store without even getting the robes."
"Why were they so mad?" James asked.
"My family's big on the whole pure-blood thing. They think anyone who associates with half-bloods and Muggle-borns is a disgrace to the family," Sirius replied with a slight shudder at what talking to James had caused and will cause. His parents will not be happy if they find out that he's talking to James again.
James broke the silence. "You're not like them, are you?"
Sirius shook his head.
"Do they do anything to you because of that?" James asked.
"No," Sirius lied. "Well, they don't like me very much."
"Oh, I'm sorry," James said sympathetically.
Sirius looked down into his lap. This was so strange to him. He hadn't remembered anyone actually being nice to him, let alone actually feeling sorry for him. What his mother had told him when he was four had stuck, and he had believed it to this day. Now he knew, though. Someone did care about him. "No one loves you anymore, you blood traitor, brat!" was no longer a valid statement.
(a/n- ok, yea its short. But someone loves siri!!! Yay! Well, in a friend way. No one get the idea of slash, cause I don't like slash. Please review! New hp's sis chappie coming up next. Poor Mar.)