Chapter 2
Sirius Black woke very early on September first. He groaned. First day back at school. It wasn't that Sirius didn't do well in School. He got top marks even though he barely ever studied. It was just the idea of sitting through another year of divination and potions that drove him insane. "Oh well," thought Sirius as he looked over at the still sleeping James in the bed next to him, "at least the marauders will be reunited again." He thought back to the day exactly six years ago that they met…
Flashback
Sirius Black was sitting by himself in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express.. He was bored. He sat with his chin in his hand as he stared out the frosted over window. He wasn't exactly excited to be going to Hogwarts. He knew everything that was going to happen already. He would be sorted into stinking Slytherin and make slimy Slytherin friends and grow up to be a death eater and make his mother proud. Great.
Sirius hated dark arts but whenever he expressed this all he got was a wack around the head and a yelling at from his mother. "You're a Black and you will live up to your families traditions!"
Sirius couldn't help but wonder sometimes what his life would be like if he came from a nice supporting family. He could be in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor and grow up to be an auror. Sirius almost laughed out loud. How would his family react if he got sorted into Gryffindor.
Sirius's musings were interrupted by a disturbance outside the compartment door. He could hear bangs and yells. Sirius jumped to his feet and grabbed his wand before running through the compartment door into the hallway. Standing there were two boys surrounded by a small crowd. The boys looked about Sirius's own age. "First years." He thought to himself. Both boys were scrawny with black hair but all physical similarities stopped there. The boy on Sirius's right had glasses, unruly hair that stood up in all directions and determined hazel eyes. The other boy had sallow, pasty skin and greasy black hair. The boy with the glasses shot some red sparks out of his wand. The sparks hit the other boy on the arm and he yelped with pain. "NEVER," the first boy yelled, "INSULT MY FAMILY AGAIN! AT LEAST THEY'RE NOT SLIMY DEATH EATERS LIKE YOURS, SNAPE!" The greasy haired boy was looking murderous and nursing his burnt arm. The boy with the glasses turned around and marched off down the corridor, but unbeknownst to him, the greasy haired boy was raising his wand. He muttered an incantation and a beam of blue light shot out of his wand towards the boy with glasses. The light hit the boy in the back of the neck. He swayed and then started to fall and was caught by a boy with sandy-blonde hair. Sirius was beside himself with anger. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? ATTACKING SOMEONE FROM BEHIND! WHAT A COWARDLY THING TO DO! TERIFLAMOSA!" Sirius pointed his wand at the boy with this last word and his hair caught on fire. This was one of the few advantages of coming from a family of dark wizards. You learnt some pretty cool hexes. Sirius stormed over to where the boy with sandy hair was still supporting the boy with glasses, who was unconscious. "Come on." He muttered to the Sandy haired boy, "Let's get him into a compartment. My names Sirius, bythe way, Sirius Black."
"Remus Lupin." Replied the boy as they reached Sirius's compartment. Sirius shut the door as Remus pushed the unconscious boy onto a seat. "Enervate" Sirius muttered and pointed his wand at the unconscious boy who slowly opened his eyes. "What the hell?" he muttered, "where's Snape?"
"Sticking his head in a toilet probably." Said Sirius with a grin, "I set his hair on fire." The boy grinned.
"Excellent. Exactly what he deserved. But what happened?"
This time, Remus spoke. "He cursed you from behind and I caught you when you fell. This didn't go down too well with…Sirius, wasn't it?" Sirius nodded and Remus continued, "Yeah well Sirius didn't seem too happy when he stunned you from behind and he started yelling and throwing curses at him. I'm Remus Lupin by the way."
"James Potter."
"And I'm Sirius Black. Who was the slimeball who I just set on fire anyway?"
"Snape. He's a bloody future death eater who's bound to be in Slytherin. My mums an auror and he's always making snide remarks about my family. This time was just one too many." James explained.
"Great." Muttered Sirius,. "I just hexed my future best friend."
"What?" questioned Remus.
"Well my family are all dark wizards who are all into the pureblood mania crap. Bloody morons the lot of them. I've been threatened with some pretty nasty hexes if I don't get into Slytherin." He spat the last word with complete loathing.
"But you don't want to be in Slytherin?" questioned James curiously.
"Honestly I'd like nothing better than to get sorted into Gryffiondor, be disowned and live happily ever after, but whoever sorts us into the houses will take one look at my name and Slytherin it is for me." Sirius looked miserable.
Remus was about to speak when the department door slid open revealing a short, pudgy, blonde haired blue eyed boy.
"Sorry," he said quietly, "But can I sit here? I got kicked out of my old compartment by some 6th year Slytherins."
Remus looked at the boy with pity and said, "Sure, come in, we have heaps of room." The boy looked delighted and bounded in to sit next to Remus.
"My names Peter Pettigrew." He said, "I' m a first year."
"Us too." Said James with a grin.
The boys chatted until the announcement went that they had arrived at Hogwarts.
