James sat on the compartment alone. His father said all the good ones are either the firsts or the lasts, so James was on the antepenult one. Hogwarts' train is almost always full, so someone would eventually appear there.
As a cue, the door glass door opened slightly. A black-haired boy was there, and he seemed pretty uncomfortable.
"May I?" he asked, pointing towards the sit.
James nodded, grinning.
He put his trunk on the porter, where James could read "S.O.B." on the label. He sat on the couch, maybe deciding if he should either or not present himself.
"I'm James" he made things easy, and the boy seemed grateful.
"I'm Sirius" he shook his hand.
"About what?" James asked, frowning his eyebrow.
"What?"
"What?"
Soon, they were laughing. James liked that guy, the way things seemed to flow easily with him, even though they just met.
"You said you were serious"
"Oh" he smiled "No, I'm Si-ri-us" he wrote on the air, and James realised he had a cursive handwriting. What an odd name, he thought, cool.
"Nice to meet you, Sirius-not-serious.
"Me too, James-common-name"
Before anything else could be said, another girl entered the compartment.
"Can I sit here?" she was redheaded, had pretty green eyes and teared eyes, which made him worried when he realised. James wondered what happened.
"Sure" he said, concerned.
He glanced at Sirius, which arched his eyebrows, like saying "don't ask me". The girl didn't say anything else, staring outside the window, and James wasn't going to be the one that would start the conversation. But he knew better to know she was crying. Before Sirius could say something himself, another boy entered.
Jeez, have you ever seen a shampoo mate?
He was black-haired, as well as Sirius and James, but much more slimy. He didn't ask permission to come in, neither to stay.
"I do not want to talk to you" she said, glancing towards the glass again.
James tried his best to not overhear their conversation, he swear. But they were almost screaming. Even though, Sirius was also paying attention to them, from the corner of his eye, so what could he do except join him?
"She's only a-" the boy stopped himself from saying what James knew he was going to say, but the girl didn't seem to notice. I want to punch him.
"But we're going!" he said, unable to suppress the exhilaration in his voice. "This is it! We're off to Hogwarts!"
She nodded, mopping her eyes, with a little smile.
"You'd better be in Slytherin," said Snape, encouraged that she had brightened a little. James, though, did not.
"Slytherin?"
Both the boy and the girl paid attention on him, and James talked directly to Sirius, as if they weren't even there.
"Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I would leave, wouldn't you?"
Sirius did not smile, James wondered if he did said something wrong "My whole family has been in Slytherin".
Oh.
"Blimey" said James, sighting, but grinning "And I thought you seemed all right!"
Sirius grinned as well, and the relief in his face cheered James up "Maybe I'll break the tradition. Where are you heading, if you've got the choice?"
"Gryffindor" James lifted an invisible sword, thickening his voice "Where dwell the brave at heart. Like my dad".
The boy, the greasy one, made a small, disparaging noise, which made James turn to him again. I swear I'm going to punch him.
"Got a problem with that?"
"No" he answered, with a slight sneer "If you rather be brawny than brainy–"
"Where are you hoping to go" Sirius stopped him, grinning wider "seeing as you're neither?"
Oooooooooooooohhh.
James started laughing right away, he liked Sirius a lot. That, though, made the girl stood up, looking with disdain towards them.
"Come on, Severus, let's find another compartment."
He heard Sirius imitate her lofty voice, and James tried to trip him as he passed — See ya, Snivellus!
Sirius was watching the the Sorting Hat do its sorting whilst he silently panicked in his chair.
Why did my surname have to start with B?
He didn't want to be in Slytherin. It was the only thing he was sure. He already didn't wanted before, but after meeting James, seeing the disgust on how he pronounced Slytherin, the fear started to consume him. Every time someone was sorted screams could be heard from the respective house, but it just made him panic even more.
"Black, Sirius".
He gave a small glance at James before walking towards the hat, and he saw confusion on his face. Probably he didn't knew he was a Black, cause if he did, he would have never let him sit on the same compartment as him.
He didn't blame him, though. He would have done the same.
Sirius sat on the three-legged stool, hardly breathing. McGonagall put the Hat on his head, and the time it took to sort him seemed an eternity.
"Gryffindor!" it announced, loudly.
There were only slow and low claps, no one shouted our screamed, and Sirius knew why. He wasn't supposed to be a Gryffindor. He stood up, walking slowly towards the table, as if it didn't happen.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a Black?" James said, once they were sitting together on the Gryffindor's table.
He didn't mean anything bad by it. Actually, he didn't care at all. But now he knew why Sirius seemed so worried. He could've helped it.
"It isn't something to be proud" he snapped back.
"Depends on your point of view. There's a lot of folks who would love to have the Black name. You seem a lot of Gryffindor to me.
"This is not the problem" he sighed "I actually liked the result".
"So?"
"So I'm bloody dead when I go back to my house".
James got that he said "house" instead of "home". That said a lot for itself. He was so accustomed to his lovable family that he never stopped to think that it wasn't like that for everyone.
"You can't be serious"
Sirius suddenly grinned, staring at him with an arched eyebrow "Deadly Sirius".
James laugh "This was terrible".
Remus was still shocked, even minutes after. He stood in silence, mostly because he didn't know anyone because he spent the whole route talking to Dumbledore. Unfortunately , however, he didn't succeed in convincing him that he was a monstrous creature that needed to leave the train in the same instant.
Not that he didn't like being a Gryffindor. He didn't felt like one. He wasn't brave or proud, neither strong nor daring. As a matter of fact, he lacked pretty much all those qualities. Even though, he was happy. Like, for the first time in his entire life, he was enough.
He stood up, as he remembered Dumbledore asked for him to pick up some stuff on his office. But truth be told, Remus was going so he didn't have to sit there awkwardly. The door was already open, and as he entered Dumbledore was smiling at him. He started to talk, but Remus' head was too busy collapsing for him to pay attention.
What if I hurt someone?
What if someone discover the truth?
What if tomorrow Dumbledore wake up and change his mind?
He already filled himself with expectations. Remus wouldn't bear having all them crushed now.
"And this" a package of paper appeared in front of him, waking him from his daydream. As he peeked through the pages, he realised it had all the full-moon dates "October 4 is the next, Madam Pomfrey will take care of you within these days"
He nodded towards Dumbledore, holding all the papers on his arm, following Dumbledore towards the exit.
"You should go to your dorm, it's already pass your curfew".
"Are you really sure it isn't better if I just" he pointed towards the window, simulating him falling and crushing towards the floor with his hand.
"Yes" Dumbledore said with a gentle smile, closing the door.
Remus sighed, trying to remember his way to the dormitories. He got lost twice until he finally found, murmuring the password and tiredly ascending the stairs, ahead to where, supposedly, was his room.
He heard laughs and whispered shouts from inside. Great, I'm going to be an outsider as always. As he opened the door, he saw two black-haired boys, which one on the upper-bed of the two bunk beds, throwing pillows on each other. If Remus didn't had dodged on time, he probably would have been knocked out.
"Manners, James" the one with long hair jumped to the floor, approaching him "You must be… Remus, right? I'm Sirius."
"Yeah" he said, shaking his hand. He almost did the mistake of misunderstanding his name, but he had read it on the Gryffindor's students list in Dumbledore's office while he didn't paid attention to what he said.
"I'm James" the other boy joined them, pushing Sirius so he could shake his hand, who pushed him back.
Remus felt a little bad, cause they seemed to know eachother so well and he would totally ruin that just being there.
"Shouldn't we have another roommate?" Remus asked, sitting on one of the vacant beds, under Sirius'.
"Maybe" he heard Sirius from above, the sound muffled "We'll discover it tomorrow".
"I can't believe I lost the train" Peter sighed, leaning against the wall.
"I already apologised, son" his father said, and Peter shook his head.
"I'm not blaming you. It just…" He sighed again, loudly "It's like all the odds are against me."
His mother came running, and she talked faster than he could comprehend "I just talked to Dumbledore, he said that the train will be here tomorrow, especially for you".
What an honour Peter thought.
He wasn't even worried on the classes he would lose, or that he would have to do his own Sorting Ceremony by the headmaster's office. The only thing that seemed to matter to him was that all the friends were going to be already set. Like, okay, it's a magic school, but it still is a school. And so far, Peter didn't have good luck making friends.
Stupid muggle traffic.
His parents drove him to his house, going to work – that they almost lost because of him – soon after. He stared at the white painting of his house, thinking he broke the record of how fast you could fail something.
I can't write Pettigrew's pov without getting disgusted so sorry if it's too small.
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