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Chapter One
Aboard Hogwarts Express



Every year, a scarlet train would be driven into Platform Nine and three quarters. Every year, young wizards and witches and their families would crossed the barrier from King's Cross and enter the Platform. Every year, the young wizards and witches grew, they became more mature as each year passed, their faces changed as they became older.

As the number of years passed, the young wizards and witches which Ken Sringe used to see crossed the barrier for the last time and enter the real wizarding world.

Ken Sringe was the driver for the Hogwarts Express. Every year he always looked forward to the eager and smiling faces of young wizards and witches. But now, his face was sullen and the expression on his face was frightened.

On the first of September, Ken still drove the Hogwarts Express into Platform Nine and Three Quarters no matter how much he didn't want to.

"He's a human being, not a beast," Dumbledore had warned. Ken Sringe would never forget that expression, that look on Dumbledore's face that hadn't been seen for years.

So what? So what if he was a human and not a beast? He was still that thing! He was still the beast, which everyone would expect!

Ken wanted to escape, he would rather drop dead right here than to face the boy. He pulled open the driver's compartment slide, which was located before the barrier.

He saw a group of three emerged from the barrier. The youngest wizard stood between his parents. He wore spectacles and his messy black hair was stuck on his head. His eyes were hazel and were filled with excitement waiting for him.

But one look on his face, Ken snorted. He knew. He knew he was not looking forward to magic in Hogwarts but mischief. On the boy's trunk marked 'James Potter'.

Ken had heard of the Potters before, it was a long line of Aurors serving for the ministry but this James Potter was definitely not going to be one. This type of mischief-maker the ministry would not want.

The family exchanged a few words and the boy's parents crossed the barrier. James Potter was left alone on the Platform, he wandered around looking for excitement.

Once James Potter was too far for Ken to see, Ken's gaze went back to the barrier. This time, it was another boy accompanied with a girl.

The boy was rather taller than the rest, but the look on his face told him that he was not looking forward life in Hogwarts which was very rare, wizards and witches always looked forward to Hogwarts.

Andromeda had been sorted into Ravenclaw six years ago and this was her last year at Hogwarts. She was reprimanded by Aunt Elladora and was forced to resort but she didn't.

The boy admired the girl's courage, for he never wanted to belong in that long line of Blacks. Why did heaven let him to be borne as a child in the Blacks? He was filled with disgust for his family; they were never the pleasant type to cross with.

"I'd see you later, Sirius," said the girl and she left him alone. Sirius sighed. Andromeda was the only person that he could endure in his family. He doubted he would ever survive with Regulus in the house.

Sirius looked around him and boarded the Hogwarts Express.

"Hey, Sringe," said a voice behind him.

"Hi, Rayn," said Ken.

"Ahh, I see," said Rayn. "That boy isn't it?"

Ken nodded silently before he spoke again, "What's his name again?"

"Lupin, isn't it?" said Rayn. "What are yeh lookin' fer? Fangs? Claws?"

Ken didn't respond to this question. He thought he might have missed him but another set of people entered the Platform. Ken had seen the beast.

But that boy did not look that a beast at all. He was tiny and scrawny and had a mixture of brown and grey hair. Ken knew what was troubling about him, it was stress.

The two tall adults, which stood beside him, spoke a few words and left him. The boy was frightened and scared. Ken spotted the heavy trunk he was carrying, 'Remus J Lupin', Ken grunted to himself.
Despite his height, Sirius could not reach the luggage rack. He was pushing his heavy trunk with all his might and it finally landed on the rack.

Sirius sighed and sat down on the comfortable seat. He wiped off his sweat just as a boy entered the compartment.

"Do you mind anyone sitting here?" the boy asked. Sirius shook his head. The boy took out his wand and used the Locomotor charm to move his trunk and his owl onto the luggage rack.

"Good one," said Sirius.

"Thanks," said the boy. "I'm James Potter."

"Sirius Black," Sirius grunted.

Sirius did not know why, but this boy looked just like him, full of rebels and mischief.

"You learned spells before coming?" said Sirius.

"It's my first try," said James. "I'm glad it worked out."

Sirius took out a parchment from his pocket and unfolded it. He smoothed it on his knees and read the Daily Prophet.

"That's the Daily Prophet?" asked James.

"Yeah," said Sirius.

"You heard?" asked James. "Tom Riddle killed a family of four."

"Yeah," repeated Sirius.
Remus J Lupin found himself a compartment located right on the end of the train. It was only two days ago when he was shredding his own bedpost and howling like a mad wolf. He shivered.

He had no idea why students did not dare to enter this compartment. Was he really that frightening? He mussed his hair. Maybe, perhaps they knew what I am all along, Remus thought. He shook his head because he knew the headmaster would never give away his secret.

The trunk lay beside his seat, as he was too short to reach the rack. Then the compartment's slide opened. It was a girl.

The girl had dark red hair and emerald green eyes, eyes that filled with warmth and the unique of nature. Remus was stunned.

"Do you mind me sitting here?" she asked.

"Not at all," said Remus mindlessly, he was staring at the girl.

"Thanks," the girl sat down. "Lily Evans." she held out her hand.

Remus awoke suddenly from his dream, he took her hand and shook it. "Remus Lupin."
The conversation between Sirius and James ended. The silence filled the compartment while their neighbour's was filled with noisy chatter and excitement.

James would not give in so easily like this. He could not bear silence. He started another topic. "Do you play Quidditch before?" he asked.

"No," said Sirius. Regulus had always shown off his toy broomstick when his parents refused to buy Sirius one when they were still toddlers.

The conversation ended again. He did not seem to be a muggle born, James thought. Which topic was Sirius really interested at? He had no idea... "So you're a muggle born?" asked Remus.


"Yeah," said Lily. "I was so surprised when I received that letter, you know, muggles never thought another world exist."

"Oh really?" said Remus.

"Yeah," said Lily.

"So you never ever thought another world exist?" asked Remus.

"Not really," said Lily. "There are so many things which science cannot explain."

"What's science?" asked Remus.

"The explanation of things in the nature," said Lily.

"Oh," said Remus. "Right." but deep in his mind, he didn't have a slightest clue what Lily Evans was talking about. What was nature? What was Science? Why was the study of muggles so ever difficult?


"Which house d' you wanna go?" asked James.

"Dunno," said Sirius. "Slytherin, perhaps."

James gasped. "I thought you're-"

"You're what?" asked Sirius.

"Rebellious," finished James.

Sirius gave a harsh laugh. "Yeah, I'm rebellious," said Sirius.

James grinned and Sirius grinned too. He finally found a topic that Sirius could respond with.

"My cousin went to Ravenclaw," said Sirius.

"Another Black?" said James.

"Yeah," said Sirius. "She's the only person which I can bear in the whole house."

"So, do you have siblings?" asked James.

"Just one," said Sirius. "His name is Regulus. My parents fussed about him. What about you?"

"Nah, I'm the only son," replied James.

The conversation continued, from siblings they went on to house elves and life at Hogwarts. It just went on smoothly. But James knew something, he found his best friend.
James pulled open the compartment slide and headed for the washroom. Along the way, he bumped into a person and he was knocked down to the floor. He raised his fist, ready to argue, before he looked at that person.

He gaze into that person's eyes, they were cold and they did not consist of feelings or emotions. "Who are you?" asked James.

"Severus Snape," replied the boy. "You?"

"James Potter," answered James.

"I'm not surprised," the boy sneered. "Another heading for the blood traitors?"

"Who are you referring to?" yelled James.

The boy took out his wand and said an incantation, "Expelliarmus!"

James was thrown to the end of the train, his body hit the hard steel, and lose his consciousness.