Chapter 2: Like Father like Son
Howling wind rushed through James's hair as he stuck his head out of the open window in his compartement. The boarding of the Hogwarts Express had been mostly uneventful, although a slight nagging disapointment filled James. The boy he had helped on Platform 8 did not wait for him on the other side of platform 9 3/4, but was no where to be found after James emerged through it.
But just as James began to chase these thouhts out of his head, his compartement door slid open, revealing (to his slight dismay), not the black haired boy, but a sleek blonde haired boy accompanied with three other people behind him. One, a girl with a protruding nose who looked like she was constantly sneering at someone. She also had sleek blonde hair, though unlike the boy in the front, it fell to her elbows. Beside her stood another girl, with short black hair that fell to her shoulders. She was extreamly good looking, except...her eyes looked hollow and empty. Something about this girl made James want to dislike her, but he didn't know what. Lasty, skulking in the back of the group, was a tall, gangly boy with a hooked nose like James had never seen. He swore if the boy sneered, the end of his nostrils would skim his upper lip. At first, no one said anything, and James, feeling annoyed by this intrusion of his compartement only to stare menacingly at him, stood up, but did not smile.
"Ermm...can I help you?" said James, trying to sound polite. There was just something about these people that James wasn't getting along with. Something dark, and cold, like the dark haired girls eyes.
"Do you parents really work for the Ministry?" asked the boy in the front, half questioningly, half demandingly. "In the Anti-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named Departement?"
James just shook his head and nodded. He saw the boy in the back of the group sneer, and found his was right about the nose-to-lip-touching ability.
"So your parents are the filthy mudbloods who organized a raid on my Manor!" exclaimed the blonde haired boy violently. "I'm about to teach you how bad of a mistake that was!" James was about to exclaim how unfair this was, and how he wasn't a mudlblood, but a pure blood. He was also going to ask why anyone would dislike people who were working against Voldemort anyway. But he hadn't gotten the chance to utter a word, as the sneering boy in the back pulled out an unusually long, black wand and advanced towards James. The blonde boy had followed suite. But just as they began to utter an incantatation, the door blasted open and the black haired boy from the platform came bursting in.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" said the boy who had bursted in, as the group of Ministry-Haters levitated into the air and flew crashing out of the compartement and down the hall. James thought he heard something like, "You haven't heard the last...", but their voices were drowned out by the boy he had met on the platform's laughter.
"I'm Sirius," said the black haired boy as he walked over to help James up. He had fallen over from the impact of the spell.
"About what?" said James, but then chuckeled and beckoned him to sit down. "I'm James. You can do magic, so your family must be pure blood, right?"
Sirius grinned like James and nodded. "I see you've met my cousin Bellatrix., she was the one with the black hair, girl, obviously. Her friend Lucius Malfoy, son of a big Voldemort supporter, Death Eater I think. Then there's Narcissa Milvolant, parents are also Death Eaters, I think, and Serverus Snape. Mother and fathers slate is clean, but I know better than to trust him!" James was astonished that the boy knew all this information, and asked him how he obtained it.
"Oh, my mum and dad are big Voldemort supporters as well," he said nonchalantly, as James's eyes narrowed. "But don't worry, I don't go along with that rubbish. Hate my parents, my brother and all of my relatives to be perfectly honest with you." This only made James like the boy more, as they began to talk of their hatred of Voldemort ad his supporters. But the topic changed quickly as they both found they liked similar things. They both adored Quidditch, and talked of their favorite teams as well as what kind of brooms they had. They also both had used magic at home without persecution of the Ministry because of pureblood parents who also used magic. With all the magic flying around, the Ministry couldn't know whether or not the parents were doing the magic or the kid. Although this was the first time they had been allowed there own wands, they had used there parents wands to do jinxes or practical jokes on their elders ( or in Sirius's case, siblings and relatives).
Before they knew it they had to put there robes on as a white faced boy had come into the room to warn them that they would be arriving soon. They had invited the boy to stay with them, and he had graciously accepted. They all introduced themsleves, as they found the boys name was Remus Lupin. He was a haf blood, but knew more about magic than both James and Sirius put together, making the topic of discussion very easy to find.
The Hogwarts Express suddenly stopped slowly into what looked like an old train station inside of a village. James smiled at Sirius and Remus, and said excitedly, "Lets Go!"
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