Hope's Children

Chapter 3: 10:00 Friends

To catch you up, all our little kiddies have their school supplies, except Remus who has a wand and a quill and ink, as well as some cream that Mona had him put on all the little cuts he had gotten in the woods.

Remus was sorry that he wouldn't be able to come back to Mona and her husband, who were both very nice, but he promised himself that he would one day pay them back. He had gone to Diagon Alley by himself the day before August's full moon, gotten all that he could (which wasn't much even with the money that Mona had forced on him). He had than gone and hid in some woods just outside of London. Now it was the first, and he was at platform 9 ¾; it was just about 10:00 and he knew he was running early, but he headed into the platform anyway. He was sure to be the first one there, and he would just sit and read his book. Remus wasn't planning on making friends, just to get a good education and not let his secret out.

Sirius was thinking that he should be happy to get out of that imitation of hell his parents called home, but 10 was still early to meet a 11:00 train, and he was sure to be the first one there, and he wasn't one to read for fun, not to mention he was sore and the cut on his cheek was hurting. He really wasn't expecting to see anyone else there, but sitting on a bench next to a backpack was a short pale boy who looked rather ill. Pulling his trunk over he sat on his trunk and held out his hand.

"Sirius Black." The boy didn't look up but mumbled something he couldn't hear. "Sorry, didn't catch that." The boy looked up and gasped before opening his backpack and pulling out a little box. Opening it, he held it out to Sirius.

"It's for cuts, you can put it on your cheek, and my name's Remus." Sirius stared at him. This boy was strange, up close he looked even worse. There was a cut running the length of his nose, and another one on his neck. And for another thing, he hadn't given a surname.

"It looks like you need it more than I do, and how could you tell anyway? My Father did a charm before we left so that I wouldn't look clumsy on the first day of school. I fell down the stairs this morning, you see."

"I'm fine, you go ahead. And I can see through magic shields like that." Remus knew that the cut and black eye were more than a few hours old, and they looked like they hadn't been an accident.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Remus." Well it wasn't an accident that he didn't tell me his last name, then. I suppose I'll find out at the sorting. The boy had put his jar away and was walking towards the train. He didn't seem as though he wanted to make friends that much, but Sirius got up and followed him onto the train. Sitting down across from him in the compartment, he saw that the boy liked to read. He had an old copy of the Wizard of Oz open and was curled up on the chair so that he looked small and his feet weren't touching the ground. They stayed like that for almost 45 minutes until another boy was literally thrown in to their compartment.

"We know you're in there, mudblood, come out so we can show you what real wizards do." Duncan Malfoy was outside. He opened the door to Sirius' wand pointed right at his nose. "Black."

"I think you just made your first enemy, Malfoy." He said 'Malfoy' as if it were the worst thing on earth.

"You had better watch your back, Black, or I'll write to your father." Remus was sure he saw a look of fear pass over Sirius' face, and that was all he needed to confirm that the bruises were not accidental and that Sirius was not a part of his family's stereotyping. Maybe he would make friends after all. No, he wouldn't. What if they found out? They would tell the school and he would lose what little chance he had at a semi-normal life.

"I'm Peter Pettigrew, sorry about barging in on you. I'll leave now."

"Don't be silly, stay, we need company. Remus doesn't talk much and I'm Sirius Black sorry about those idiots don't like them in the slightest. That's Remus." He waved a had haphazardly at Remus and ended up smacking the boy now standing in the doorway of their compartment. He looked as if this made him mad, because he pulled out his wand and drenched Sirius in chocolate syrup. "Nice one." Sirius got rid of the syrup with a wave of his wand, and he and the boy, who had black hair that stuck up all over the place and hazel eyes, and said his name was James, started to talk about pranks.

Peter looked around at the other boys in the compartment with him. They looked nice. He hadn't caught Remus' surname, but he looked nice, if a bit sickly. Sirius Black looked nice as well, though after listening to him for a bit Peter decided he would rather not be on the receiving end of any of his pranks. James Potter was a natural leader, he didn't seem to mind taking control, and he was nice to every one. Though Peter wouldn't want to be at the receiving end of his pranks, he would much rather be covered in chocolate syrup than be pink for the rest of the year, after all, who liked to be pink?

Remus looked around at the boys in the compartment; they seemed nice, though he wasn't planning on making friends. All he wanted to do was learn as much as he could and go out into the world.

It wasn't till the next morning that Remus considered anything else. You might be wondering what happened to change his mind. It's not that complicated really. There are four Gryffindor boys: Peter Pettigrew, James Potter, to every one's surprise but his own Sirius Black, and to only Remus' surprise himself. Remus had been given no reason to believe he was anything but a monster by anyone who had ever really known him. So naturally he assumed that he was a no good dangerous monster and he should be in Slytherin because he was a dark creature. The other boys did not know this of course. They saw a pale, shy boy, who was a studier and not prone to pranks.

"Sirius, can you get up please?"

"James, I am not getting up until it is absolutely positively necessary."

"Well it is absolutely positively necessary."

"Go wake someone else up," Sirius snapped at him before hiding under the pillow.

"Fine," James mumbled, walking away.

"Remus!" he yelled right next to the boy's bed. Remus growled at him and James jumped back. "Ok, you're not a morning person, sorry." Remus didn't respond and James walked away, still mumbling to himself. "No one here's a morning person." And then a cheerful voice from behind him perked up.

"I'm a morning person." James spun around to see a small chubby boy with big round pale blue eyes looking at him the boy held out his hand. "Good morning. I'm Peter," he said, still smiling. James just smiled back and went down to breakfast. Peter followed him, talking all the while.

A/N I'm so so so sorry its been forever sense I updated this sorry this is kind of pointless and weird I'll try to make the next chapter better I promise.

Twa

Xandria Nirvana