Hello Readers! Apologies for the late update! My life has been hectic, and I had to endure a case of writer's block into the bargain. This is a short chapter, as will be the next one, but fear not - the story will get more exciting after that! Pleas review-it makes my day!
I do not own Harry Potter
At eleven o'clock on the dot the next day, the Hogwarts Express began its journey to Hogwarts. We hung out the window, waving goodbye to the Potters. We fell back on to our seats, laughing as Sirius told us the story of his childhood accidental magic.
"As you know, I hate my family and their uptight, pureblood views. I think my magic knew this and one day when I was eight, my parents were giving out shit to me because I wanted to play with a muggle boy who lived down the street." Sirius said, barely concealing a grin.
"I got really angry, I could feel my face going red and suddenly, my father's pants fell down and my cow's arse of a mother turned green!" Sirius barked with laughter, it was probably the best memory of his horrible childhood.
"What happened next?" Peter asked innocently. The smile slid off Sirius' face and the laughter died on his lips. He muttered something under his breath.
"Speak up! We didn't hear you!" James encouraged.
"They used the cruciatus curse on me for the first time", he choked, avoiding eye contact with us. My heart melted for him, an unforgivable curse being used on an eight year old! His parents should have been put in Azkaban!
I jumped off my seat and sat beside Sirius, hugging him tightly. A few minutes later, he detangled himself from my arms. "I'm fine", he insisted.
"What do you mean: 'for the first time'?" Remus asked, his voice dripping with concern and his eyes sad.
"Anytime I 'acted up' or rebelled they would curse me, usually with the cruciatus. I hate them. I hate my parents. I hate Regulus for doing as they say. I hate all my pureblooded maniacs of relatives." He said this so calmly and certainly that it would have been better if he had been shouting.
"Isn't there any relatives that are…nice?" James enquired.
"Uncle Alphard is fantastic and my cousin Andromeda is kind." Sirius said fondly, "But I haven't seen them in years, ever since they were blasted off our bloody family tree." Peter's mouth was open and he was hanging off every word that was coming from Sirius' mouth. It irritated me.
"Look, enough about me and my sob stories! Merlin knows, I hate hearing this sort of thing myself. A bit of humour please!" Sirius begged. We laughed and the boys slapped him on the back, their masculine way of showing affection that I will never understand.
Needless to say, the train journey flew by!
After the Sorting, Professor Dumbledore stood up to make a speech.
"Good day students. May I remind all students that the forbidden forest must remain so for your own safety. Mr Filch has requested that I remind you all that the use of magic in the corridors is strictly prohibited and that Exploding Sickles are now banned." The boys and I exchanged grins, we were the cause of these being banned. It had been hilarious when Professor Flitwick had bent down to pick up the sickle and it suddenly blew up on him!
"I would also like to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Grey. He replaces Professor Willow who resigned from her post to resume her travels."
Sighs of disappointment swept over three of the house tables (guess which one was full of snickers). Professor Grey stood up. He looked as boring as his name suggested. He was stout, with a belly that could only have been obtained by having one too many firewhiskeys. His hair was grey, with a bald patch on the top of his head. He had small emotionless eyes.
The majority of the student population clapped politely, Mr Grey stood up and took a neat bow before sitting back down. He looked oddly out of place beside Hagrid.
"Now, without further ado, we shall commence with the feast!" Dumbledore announced, to many cheers (especially from my two raven haired friends).
Every kind of food that you could imagine appeared on the golden plates that had been sitting on the tables. I reached over and loaded my plate with some roast beef and vegetables. I called for gravy and the golden gravy boat flew over to me, charmed to fly. I smiled happily to myself.
I was home.