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These had to be the strangest lot James had ever met.

It was if they had acted like they never went to Diagon Ally- Never seen anything magic related. As James ran the new lot's stories over again in his head, but not thinking too critically of it. Their story was similar to others, except for the part about Percy and Annabeth's magical parent being alive, and yet they didn't literally live with them.

James didn't think much of it, not being much of a deep thinker. He liked the boy; especially his hair. Although it was more straight than his own, it still had a messy quality that linked the two.

He could obviously tell the blonde Annabeth and Percy had a connection, although he wasn't sure what it was yet. The red haired girl, Rachel, was definitely a hot head. She reminded him of the girl he talked to in the other compartment, talking to a greasy, long haired boy.

He was so gross.

The girl with Snivellus - greasy haired boy - had more of a deep red in her long hair than the fiery redhead before James. What really stood out to him, though, were those harsh, bright green eyes. She was a complete idiot for defending the loser.

Rachel, on the other hand, wasn't an idiot.

Glowing ferocity emitted from her eyes, which were mostly blue but green flecked them constantly. It's as if the two colors were fighting with each other, wanting control over her eyes. His mind wandered off, thinking what would happen if the green took over, then she would become the evil sorceress and only liked people who had her eye color. . .

"How many classes are there?"

Annabeth's question knocked him right out of his daydream of the evil green-eyed Rachel, and rolled his eyes at Annabeth.

"I don't know, it's not like I've read a pamphlet on it or anything." James retorted. Annabeth snorted and fell back in her seat, coming closer to Percy every time she did that, which was quite a lot.

Sirius didn't think she noticed.

Sirius' perspective was slightly different. He did not like Rachel, not at all. She was rude, and he could totally see her as a prefect. Or Head Girl.

He scowled as Rachel asked him about what food will be there. "I don't know, Rachel, what food do you like?"

She raised her eyebrows at him. "Burgers."

"Well, too bad. We've got kippers and bacon, but I'm ever so sorry," Sirius said with extreme sarcasm.

"What're kippers?"

"Awesome breakfast," James interjected.

"Right."

Percy started walking around the compartment, feverishly trying to move his legs. Both girls rolled their eyes, but Annabeth seemed tempted to join him. Sirius said, "Give it a rest, mate. The rides' like, seven hours."

All three stranglings - that's what James decided to call them now - eyes widened and said, almost in unison, cried, "Seven hours?!"

James had the air that he agreed, definitely did not want to sit around for seven hours. He saw that this had no effect on Sirius, almost as if he was used to doing useless things all day.

James didn't know a lot about Sirius; but he did recognize him by his name. Black, which was part of the Scared Twenty -Nine, was a pureblood from a very famously prejudiced family, but Sirius himself wasn't so bad.

Even James was a pureblood, but strayed far from muggle-born racism, just like both his parents. Unlike his uncle, which James shuddered at the thought of him. No wonder he was miserably alone.

Percy spoke up, still distraught about the seven hour ride. "There's like, nothing to do. My ADHD can't handle this!"

When Sirius asked what ADHD was, Annabeth replied with a complicated explanation, and when she saw she was getting none of this through to them, she sighed and simply said, "It makes it hard for us to sit still."

Sirius pondered over this. In the wizarding world, sicknesses like that had been cured long ago, or, at least, they were immune to this.

He felt like such a nerd when he thought this.

His family had raised him to hate mudbloods. No, he thought. They're muggle-borns, not mud-that. Sirius thought furiously. He knew it was a horrible insult, but his family favored calling them mudbloods. He really tried to stray from family tradition, but when you live with them your whole life, it does make an imprint.

His family- what a load of crap. Prejudiced purebloods with all flavor sucked out of them. Hopefully, his time away from purebloods would strengthen Sirius and his views, make some diverse friends and all that fluffy-cloud friendship crap.

Sirius laughed inside at the irony of this. Potter seemed to already be growing on him, and the Potter family was fully known to be on that list.

Maybe Percy would keep him going.

.ii.

Remus Lupin sat alone in a compartment in the back, almost surprised that no one else had bothered to come in. He had expected for someone to at least suggest coming in, maybe because all the other compartments were full.

Or maybe he just warded them away.

Remus sighed. It's not like it was anything new. All his life had been in isolation, forbidden to make friends by his parents. They were afraid he might let his 'condition' slip, as was the reason for everything.

His condition. His life revolved around it, his parent's life revolved around it, and he was it. Remus hoped that no one would find out, yet he hoped his loneliness would end while he was here. Make some friends, be happy and content, grow up and have a relatively normal life.

The boy's thoughts lingered on 'relatively'. How could anyone ever accept him here? If anyone found out, they would probably tell everyone, and then he would be shunned, feared by his classmates. Going in, he knew a selected number of teachers knew about him. Positive thoughts, Remus tried to remind himself. It didn't work.

Remus realized how many times the word 'hope' was thrown into his mind. 'Hope' didn't really do anything, especially in his case. He started a mental goal list, but gave up on the second objective.

He supposed his life at Hogwarts was just going to happen, whether he made a goal list or not.

Remus Lupin added yet another hope to his thoughts, the hope that those things were going to be good things.