Hi everyone! I hope you enjoy my story! I'm planning for this to end at the death of Harry's parents but it's not even close to being finished yet and I'm posting the first few chapters on fanfic to see what you think of it, whether I should continue or not. Please review! If you've read my other fanfics you'll know I'm review mad! ) Thanks again! Enjoy!
September 1st 1971
The whistles were blowing, frantic parents were calling to their children, abandoned trunks lay strewn across the ground next to a vast red steam engine. The Hogwarts Express sparkled before eleven-year-old James Potter's hazel eyes. "There you are!" His parents arrived, panting and carrying his trunk. "The train leaves in five minutes!" He and his parents exchanged farewells along with the usual 'be good's and 'have fun!' No need to say that... James smiled happily. He was finally going to Hogwarts.
Sirius Black had been dumped at the station along with his cousins Andromeda who was in her seventh and final year, Bellatrix, who was in her fifth year and had just been appointed prefect, and Narcissa, entering her first year too. Out of all his cousins, Andromeda was probably his favourite. Though a Slytherin like Bellatrix she at least didn't scowl at the sight of him. Narcissa was pretty, with blonde hair and blue eyes but her looks were a complete contrast to her fiery personality that unfortunately Sirius knew only too well.
Remus Lupin was to put it simply, terrified. He had never been surrounded by so many people. Though none of them would pay him any attention. He would be lucky not to be seen at all... "Don't worry, they'll never know." His parents whispered as they hugged him for the last time. Maybe he would be able to lock himself in the bathrooms every full moon. Dumbledore the recently appointed headmaster had said they would make arrangements. Remus felt a warm appreciation to Dumbledore for letting him attend Hogwarts at all, when no other Headmaster would ever risk it... What if he accidentally... But the thought was too much. Shivering all over, he dragged his trunk onto the train.
Peter Pettigrew was delighted to have been offered a place at Hogwarts. After failing the many hundreds of magic tests his parents had put him through, they had given up all hope and had booked him into the local school without second thoughts. He was a short and rather chubby boy with blonde hair and big blue eyes, which lingered on the train as his parents bade him goodbye and waved him onto it.