FULL MOON
Arriving at Hogwarts
CRASH!
"Argh!" for a wild moment Peter thought he had just crashed into the barrier. There was an automatic burst of howling laughter from all around him and as he opened his eyes he realized he had just barrelled into someone else and their cart. He was lying on his back, still clinging to his own cart, which had tipped over onto its side.
As he started to pick himself up he saw the person he hit stand up and angrily whip out her wand. She looked to be a few years older than him with thick and long black hair; She waved her wand sharply at her toppled belongings and the cart jumped right side up again. Then she rounded on him.
"You'd better watch your step next time." She said moodily and jabbed her wand at his legs, mumbling something unintelligibly. As she stalked away he suddenly felt his legs jam together and he stumbled over again. This time the crowd around passing him didn't seem to care to laugh; they all seemed too intent on boarding the train.
"Peter, what's this!" he heard his mum say as his legs seemed to un-stick. She was standing there with her wand out, apparently having said the counter curse, and was beginning to push his luggage for him to the train. He got up shakily and started to follow when they heard the conductor shout the all aboard. He quickly helped put his trunk in the baggage car and ran to get onto one of the other compartments. He could his hear his mum calling behind him- " Have a good term Peter, and be careful."
He had just shut the door when the train started to move. Turning, he started down the crowded train along with other people still looking for a seat. Passing the compartments he noticed how most of the older people were up here. They all seemed to be very busy many with loud groups of chattering girls, a door on his right even burst open with green smoke billowing out along with the mad cackling of the ones who were inside…
Finally, he ended up following the person in front of him into a compartment where only one person had already occupied it who had propped his legs up on the seat in front of him, already asleep. He slid the compartment door shut and sat down across from a boy with short black hair who looked to be in his year, although much taller than him. They sat there in silence for quite a while, without introducing themselves, until a plump witch with a food trolley asked if they would like anything. Peter remained sitting and the black haired boy quickly stood up, but the last boy in their compartment, however, remained fast asleep.
"You haven't got those new sweets out do you? Thanks." The boy said, taking a handful of gold out of his pocket. "You think we should wake him up?" he asked Peter, nodding to the boy next to him.
Peter eyed the boy's scarred, sleeping face and replied; "Nah, he's been sleeping this whole time, just leave him how he is."
The black haired boy shrugged and finished paying for his food. After offering Peter a chocolate frog he held out a hand to him and said; "My name's Sirius by the way, Sirius Black."
He shook it and replied; "Peter Pettigrew."
He was about to check which card he'd gotten when the compartment door suddenly slid open again.
"Well if it isn't my dear cousin," It was the older girl he had rammed into earlier on the platform. " Hey, Rodolphus, come see the newest Slytherin."
"Slytherin?" Sirius replied, finally abandoning is frog, " and be stuck there with you lot? I'd rather be sorted into Hufflepuff."
"Well you might be, dawdling with this crowd," she said, spotting Peter sitting there, "But, come with us, I didn't bother finding you for nothing."
"His name's Peter, Bella," Sirius said jerkily, then stood up and made to follow her.
"I'll come too," Peter said eagerly standing up. Sirius looked uncertainly at him and motioned to the sweets he'd left on his seat."
"I'm finished with that if you want it." Sirius mumbled, but Peter pretended not to hear him, he was getting very bored just sitting there anyway. Then, a loud announcement through the train, making them all jump, told them they would be arriving at Hogwarts in five minutes. Sirius was looking distractedly over Peter's shoulder so he looked around to see the other boy in their compartment who had been sleeping the whole time, still in his muggle clothes. The announcement seemed to have finally woken him up.
"Have one of these new sweets out, mate, it should keep you awake for a while," said Sirius, who had brushed past him and tossed a colourfully wrapped candy to the other boy, labelled Fizzing Whizzbee in bright pink letters. The older girl told them to hurry up, so he shuffled after Sirius out of the compartment.
Somehow, the corridor had become so active, so packed full of people again, that despite his efforts, he had managed to lose them in the crowd. It hardly mattered though; the train was already starting to come to a slow halt.
He stepped off the train with everyone else hearing a loud voice calling through the cool darkness; "Firs' years! Firs' years! Gather 'round here now!" Peter tried moving over there trying to squeeze through the jostling crowd. Following the large band of first years, there was a small gasp in unison as they all laid eyes upon the magnificent Hogwarts castle.
All the first years were being led to a fleet of small boats docked on a massive dark lake which could fit four people around his size. However, the person leading them was so huge he had one boat to himself; and he guessed that the boat had to be enchanted to keep it from sinking.
All were quiet, going across the lake, staring up at the towering castle, with its many turrets and towers. Eventually they were lead to a kind of underground harbor underneath the castle where they stumbled out of their boats onto pebbles and rocks. Hagrid was leading the way again, swinging a giant lantern to light the dark tunnel. Peter was stumbling along worse than anyone around him.
"Hurry up," a boy behind him said, pushing him forward. His foot dug into the pebbles oddly, but he kept walking. The boy behind him pushed him again, more roughly this time. He completely lost his footing and tripped over the person walking in front of him, bringing them both to the ground. As they were all at the end of the group, know one seemed to have noticed. There was a mad scramble as the two fought to get up, tripping over each other's robes and slipping on the uneven ground. He straightened up finally, and saw the four of them there completely detached from the group being led away.
The three boys surrounding him were all taller than him with jet-black hair; they weren't difficult to tell apart though. The one who had been pushing him had stopped laughing after getting punched by Sirius, and the one he had tripped was now staggering upright with his wand out; apparently trying to decide which one he should curse.
Peter froze. The three boys around him however, all took action at once.
They were all yelling. The boy with his wand out seemed to make a decision as Peter's legs seemed to turn to jelly. Though he was the only one to think of grabbing his wand. Sirius and the boy he had punched were now scrambling on top of each other bringing the other two boys down with them.
In a mass of confusion, they started pounding at each other, shouting and swearing, arms flailing, pebbles and rocks flying everywhere. The boy's wand had been flung out of his hand, Peter was the only one not trying to beat the other to death, he had both his arms shielding around his face; his body in a sort of tight ball. They had totally forgotten why and what they were doing; just either trying to get at the other or break away, and both tries seemed beyond possibility. He felt his head bash on the rocky earth, somebody's fist collide with his neck, and someone's nails scratch against his arms…
"IMPEDIMENTA!"
