I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the character expressed in the amazing books of magical lands and whatnot, but it is highly possible that I will create my own characters, thus I warn you, RAH THE STORY SHALL COMMENCE AFTER THE FOLLOWING MESSAGES lol
Marauder era
Wormtail has no part in this story as my plans exist so far,
I will warn ahead though,
that If I do add him in this story of mine,
he will be bashed incredibly
and if you do not like strange situations
abandon ship now
, it will have Lilly/James,
Remus/Sirius
Frank/Alice possibly,
and Molly/Arthur possibly,
and might have some O/C pairings
and if you want a Severus pairing just ask,
there will be no Sev bashing just so you know.
Sorry if it's Americanized as I'm afraid I don't know much European slang
And now to get to my story
MY CONTRIBUTION TO HELL
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Sirius sighed as he lay down in bed. Yet another year of Hogwarts fun to be had, yet he had this tightening in his stomach that he could not identify. He even had the whole animagus thing settled. His second year at Hogwarts and so much had already happened he met his two best friends for life and he didn't think he could ever get happier than he was now, he sighed yet again and thought back to last year. The first time he entered Kings Cross Station and walked onto platforms nine and three quarters.
He was glaring at the back of his fathers head when he saw him, Remus John Lupin was smiling and hugging his mum and dad, Sirius's parents, of course knew the boys 'condition', they had told him that the boy was a werewolf, but Sirius didn't think it was possible for someone so, for lack of a better word, tiny, could be harmful to anyone he looked life if the wind blew too hard he fly away with it, but then again, he had learned looks can be deceiving.
He hugged his father and mother without a single word uttered and hurried to the train, he found and empty compartment and sat down, waiting for the trolley to pass by, so he could get some every flavored beans, and chocolate frogs. He had just began to relax when he heard a shy voice say something in barely a whisper, he looked up to find the werewolf boy, cheeks tinged with pink and looking at the floor as if he were trying to melt into it.
"If you would be so kind as to actually speak, I might be able to respond."
Sirius spoke in a cool voice glaring at the boy who turned a rather impressive shade of red, as he spoke again, louder though this time.
"I'm terribly sorry, but I was wondering If I may share this compartment with you as I've found all the other are full."
He replied in a trembling voice, and looked father down, an accomplishment Sirius had thought impossible.
"Very well, if the others are truly full, you may sit, otherwise please leave and do not disturb me again."
He spoke loud and confident, he shrunk down in the bench opposite me and looked on the verge of tears. Then something happened he never thought possible, he felt sympathy Black's were never to show sympathy, empathy, caring, or any other good feeling for that matter.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt your feelings please don't cry!"
The poor boy looked as if he were in shock, as his mouth had dropped open and he was staring at Sirius.
"I, well I mean to say, you, I'm sorry, I erm, well I, thanks, I won't."
Then he smiled and held out his hand to Sirius.
"Remus John Lupin, absolute pleasure to meet you Sirius Black."
The boy had know his name… Sirius sat back against the bench after shaking Remus's hand, and stared at the light haired boy.
"how did you know my name.., Remus?"
Remus grew red again and smiled sheepishly.
"You're a black, my dad works and the ministry of magic, and well he talks about your father a lot, and me mum, well I know about you is all, you were looking at me while we were at the platform right? I saw you, I mean no offense, but you looked kind of… mean."
He stuttered out mostly, Remus's parents knew of Sirius and his family, what and interesting turn of events.
Just when Sirius opened his mouth to say something, a untidy dark head popped in along with a tan body, one that belonged to a blue eyed boy named James Potter.
