Sorry the last chapter was so short! Luckily this is longer!

James Potter made his way down the train, pausing occasionally to peer into compartments. All of which were full so far. Upon reaching the end of the train he gave up and sat on his trunk in the hope that there might be some other misfits.

Sirius Black had a compartment with his cousins. Bellatrix's newly appointed boyfriend another greasy slimeball he thought was called Lestrange and some weed of a first year with greasy hair and pale skin. He had a feeling the first year's name was something Snape. Narcissa had spoken of him before. "Anyone up for a game of Gobstones?" Sirius suggested. There was no reply. He wouldn't really have expected anything else from children of dark Slytherins like his parents. He wasn't like them though. He hoped...

"What house do you think you'll be in?" Bellatrix's slime questioned, eyebrows raised.

"Slytherin." Sirius muttered to the ground. Slytherin was a cauldron full of evil; slimy power crazed pure bloods he wanted nothing to do with really. Like he had a choice.

"Excellent." The slimeball straightened up. "Best house there is. Your cousin has fine taste Bella."

Bellatrix glared at Sirius who smiled sweetly back. He didn't know how long he would be stuck in a compartment with these gits for... Not long he hoped. Bellatrix was still in a bad mood about her owl, which she had been given for being made a prefect. Sirius had miraculously managed to name it 'Trixy's messenger' (a name he knew Bellatrix hated to be called). She had tried to change it but it would answer to nothing else. He had then trained the jet-black owl to use Bellatrix's bed as a toilet. The memories of it still made him double up with laughter.

Remus Lupin had been hoping against hope he could have a carriage to himself. No such luck. He reached the end of the train to find a young looking boy with messy black hair sitting on his trunk smiling at him. Smiling? At him, Remus Lupin? What should he do! Was it a sneer or was he really actually smiling? "Hi." The boy said. "I'm James Potter."

Peter had tripped over in the jolt the train started with. A couple of older students laughed as they swept into a carriage to his left. He got to his feet, blushing and spotted two boys at the end of the train. One had messy black hair and the other had pale brown. They had to be first years. Peter stumbled towards them. Maybe they'd help him find a carriage.

Sirius shoved his wand at slimeball fifth year who had requested to see it. "Ah yes. A fine make." Sirius shuddered as slime ball laid his grubby fingers on it. Now it would have to be cleaned again. Sirius glowered and wiped his wand on his robes as it was handed back to him.

"Thanks." He growled, gripping it tightly in his hands.

"A little too light. The most powerful wizards have dense wands. Shorter too. Yours is good for magic but not for..."

BANG

"SIRIUS!" Screamed Bellatrix.

It took him several seconds to realise what had happened. He looked up and tried to stifle a laugh. He failed dismally. His wand had fired at slimeball's face and what appeared to be Bubotuper pus had somehow managed to coat his face. "Speak to me! Speak to me!" Bellatrix was crying. Andromeda was trying not to look amused; Narcissa had her hand over her mouth. Bellatrix turned to Sirius, looking ready to kill. "I'll get you back for this!"

Sirius though he'd better run for it, so he left the compartment and raced down the train, almost colliding with three boys, all of whom looked about his own age. Sweeping his dark hair out of his face, Sirius drew his grey eyes from one, to the other, to the other.

"Hi." The boy with dark hair greeted him. "Where've you come from?"

"Down there." Sirius waved his hand vaguely in the direction of the noise, to which many prefects had already responded.

"Cool! What did you do?" The boy asked.

"It's a long story. Have you found seats?" Sirius asked hopefully.

"Nope." Peter said. "I'm Peter by the way..."

"There are only a couple of people in that compartment there." Remus offered timidly.

There were two boys. They did not look much older than they did. "Let's go introduce ourselves shall we?"

"No." Was the response they got from the boys.

"But all the other carriages are full and-"

"What part of 'no' don't you understand?" The beefy one with dark hair grunted.

"Slytherins." James hissed at Remus and Peter.

"But..."

"Clear off!" Shouted the other.

"Hey look what I've found!" The three others followed James down a long winding corridor.

"It's just the toilets you idiot." Sirius laughed.

"No... Look at this!"