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Sirius Black was feeling nervous. He had just boarded the Hogwarts Express at Platform 9 and ¾, ready to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sirius was confident he would get put into Slytherin, like his entire family had been. He positively dreaded the fact of going to the other houses filled with nerds, blood traitors, muggle-lovers and muggleborns and Hufflepuffs. His parents had threatened him with disownment from 'The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black' if he befriended 'the wrong sort' of people. Sirius was determined to follow this dictum and followed his parent's views' on wizards and witches in general. He thought excitedly, that the hat would recognize his lineage and ambition and would sort him into Slytherin. He'd even be a Prefect, or a Head Boy of the school someday! An eleven year old would normally think of more pressing matters about the school, but Sirius was different than most eleven year olds, and had an arrogance enough to rival a Minister of Magic candidate.
He entered the compartment and saw a young boy, obviously the same age as him, with hair that looked like it actively hated combs and refused to lie flat and instead, lay rumpled up, and clutched in his hand was a Golden Snitch, which was actively trying to break out from his strong grip. He wore spectacles that were holding back his hazel eyes, and he was wearing his robes already, as though enthusiastic of his wizarding lineage. Sirius took an instant liking to this boy, as though recognizing a fellow pure-blood.
Sirius reached out his hand and with mutual affinity, said, "Hello, I'm Sirius Black. Who are you?"
The boy shook his hand and replied, "Hello, Sirius. My name is James Potter."
Sirius was pleased to have made a new friend and was even delighted when two more joined their cabin. One was a boy with a pale face and light brown hair, introducing himself as Remus Lupin and one boy with an ugly face and an expression as if he had just got a lollipop to eat, an expression of joy, greedy joy. He replied, stuttering, that his name was Peter Pettigrew. He liked James as he seemed a respectable, pure-blood, with the same haughty arrogance, if not more, that dawned upon his family. Lupin was a little more reserved, or shook, but was a good person to talk to nevertheless. Peter was akin to a Ministry employee, constantly prais
Then, while they were all seated, the compartment door opened once again, and walked in a girl.
The girl had red, flowing hair and startling green eyes. She looked uncertain and distraught, but nevertheless excited to be on the Hogwarts Express. Her features reminded Sirius of a pure-blood, but it seemed like she was different. The girl quietly sat down, well away from them. She had been crying.
A sallow-faced boy passed their compartment and, on seeing the girl, entered their compartment. The boy's face was covered with curtains of hair and he wore a gleeful, yet sad and loathing expression.
The girl glanced at him and then looked back out of the window.
"I don't want to talk to you," she said in a constricted voice.
"Why not?", the boy replied.
"Tuney h-hates me. Because we saw that letter from Dumbledore."
Sirius did not know who 'Tuney' was but he knew that they must have been heavily impacting both of them. Sirius was half-heartedly talking to his friends and at the same time, listening closely to the duo.
"So what?"
She threw him a look of deep dislike. Sirius had very well known that expression. It was the same expression every time his relatives threw on scum-like muggleborns.
"So she's my sister!"
"She's only a – " The boy stopped and caught himself. The girl, too busy trying to wipe her eyes without being noticed, did not hear 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, but in spite of herself, she half smiled.
"You'd better be in Slytherin," said the boy, encouraged that she had brightened a little.
"Slytherin?"
James Potter, who had shown no interest at all in them until that moment, looked around at his sentence."Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" James asked the boy lounging on the seats opposite him.
Sirius did not smile. He was shocked and replied curtly, "My whole family have been in Slytherin."
"Blimey," said James, "and I thought you seemed all right!"
Sirius wore a disheartened expression. His appreciation of James was dwindling away by the minute. He asked in a small but clear voice," Where do you want to be sorted, if you had the choice?"
James lifted an invisible sword.
"'Gryffindor, where dwell the brave!' Like my dad."
The boy made a small, condescending noise. James turned on him. Sirius now saw the boy in a new light. Like his relatives, although not having their same dislike, he was proud of Slytherin house. Sirius felt a liking for this boy immediately.
"Got a problem with that?" James asked roughly.
"No," said the boy, but his slight sneer said otherwise. "If you'd rather be brawny than brainy –"
"Where're you hoping to go, seeing as you're neither?" interjected James and roared with laughter at his own words. The girl sat up, rather flushed, and looked at James in dislike.
"Come on, Severus, let's find another compartment."
James, with a rude expression, tried to trip Snape as he passed.
"See you, Snivellus!" James called, as the compartment door slammed behind him. Sirius was shaken. James, was in fact a blood traitor, and Sirius felt no appreciation for him anymore, not only for his birth, but his rude, mischievous and rowdy ways. He would be well suited to perform the role of a local thug, Sirius thought. He spent the rest of the trip in silence, not joining in with the others in their talk.
Though Sirius did not know it, that moment was very important. To him it seemed like a right decision, but it would change the wizarding world forever. All because of Sirius' views and his growing friendship for Severus Snape.