The Hogwarts Express
Sirius walked into the train station on platform 9 ¾ with his mother and little brother following him.
"I can't believe it," Walburga said as she looked around. "My oldest is finally going to Hogwarts. And before too long I'll get the letter telling me you've been placed in Slytherin." She sounded excited, well, as excited as she ever got. "You had better go on the train and find Bellatrix."
"Okay, Mum," Sirius replied kneeling a little so he was the same height as his little brother though their height wasn't that different. "I'll miss you, Reggie."
"I'll miss you too, Si," Regulus replied, with a cute smile, and Sirius headed for the train. He looked back at them through a window his mother, now glaring at the Potter family, who was hugging their son goodbye, and Regulus was still waving at him.
"It's about time you got here." Sirius turned around and saw his cousin Bellatrix.
"Hello, Bella." She glared at no one in particular. Certainly not at him, as he was her favorite cousin, just as she was his.
"Follow me." She turned and left. Sirius followed obediently. They walked into an almost full compartment, and Bella made them give him a seat.
"Hello." Sirius greeted. A few of them nodded, but most of them just ignored him. Sirius sighed, he didn't like people like this; he liked to be around happy people, like his brother. The people in this compartment were far from happy. Sirius looked at Bella.
"Where is Andy?" He asked her. Andromeda and Bellatrix were sisters, but the only similarities in them were their parents and their looks. Andromeda was a year older than Bella.
"In the back of the train. She likes to ride alone." Bella glared again, this time at the wall. If there was anyone Bella disliked more than her sister, Sirius didn't know them.
Sirius left the compartment without saying any more. He stared at the ground as he walked. He was suddenly becoming very nervous. Sirius didn't know why, there was no doubt in his mind that he would be sorted into Slytherin, after all, he was a Black and there has never been a Black that wasn't in Slytherin, but he was still nervous. He was interrupted from his thoughts when he ran into someone. He apologized from habit as he looked up. The boy he had run into was very familiar. Sirius recognized him immediately.
James Potter turned around and looked at him. They stared at each other for quite a while, Sirius was sure that Potter knew who he was. The hazel-eyed boy reached into his pocket as if to grab his wand, but the hand never came out. Sirius looked to see who Potter had been talking to, he recognized the boy as Peter Pettigrew. The Blacks and Pettigrews knew each other but weren't friends. Pettigrew apparently hadn't noticed Potter's distraction and continued to talk to him.
"I don't know what house I want to be in, I've thought about Ravenclaw but I don't think I'm smart enough for it. Maybe Hufflepuff would be nice. I really hope I'm not in Slytherin. Slytherins are mean."
Potter apparently didn't notice that Pettigrew was still talking, but his words got Sirius thinking. Mostly the phrase Slytherins are mean. No matter how much Sirius tried to deny it he couldn't help but realize that Peter was right. Almost all of the Slytherins Sirius had ever talked to, which was most of them, were mean to everyone who wasn't completely pure. Andromeda was the only exception he could find she was just as nice to a muggle as she was to a pureblood. It made Sirius wonder why he even wanted to be in Slytherin.
Potter realized Pettigrew was still talking to him and he moved to lead Pettigrew towards a compartment but kept his eyes on Sirius the whole time with his hand still in his pocket.
"Potter," Sirius called and Potter turned his whole body to face him. Pettigrew suddenly realized that Potter wasn't paying attention to him anymore.
"What do you want, Black?" Potter replied not very happy about talking to a Black from the look on his face.
"I have a question for you, Potter." Potter looked angrily at him but did not leave, nor did he reply. "If you could choose what house you get placed in which would you choose?" He now looked confused.
"Gryffindor of course." Sirius was a little surprised to get a reply from him. "That is where my dad was placed."
Sirius thought about what Potter had just said and was instantly able to answer his own question as to why he wanted to be in Slytherin. Sirius realized the only reason he wanted to be in Slytherin was that was where his family had all been placed. He only wanted to be a Slytherin because that is what he was expected to be. Sirius gritted his teeth at the idea.
"Is your father the only reason you want to be in Gryffindor." The look on Potter's face told Sirius that he wasn't the only one who had never really thought about it.
"No." He said after some thought. "I want to be in Gryffindor because I like the traits of Gryffindors. Not because of my father. Can you say the same, Black?" He seemed confident of what he was saying.
"No," Sirius said softly. Potter didn't respond, he simply watched as Sirius walked right past him looking at the ground in thought.
Sirius headed for Andromeda's compartment. He was thinking very hard about something that may be considered treasonous to the Black family, but he needed someone that would listen and Andromeda was the only person Sirius could trust to keep it a secret. When he got to the last compartment he went in and was glad she liked to ride alone.
"Sirius, it's good to see you." Andromeda Black looked at the expression on his face and was quiet for a moment. "What's wrong."
"I need to talk to you, but you need to promise not to tell anyone." She nodded.
"I promise, go on," Sirius began to pace.
"I don't want to be a Slytherin," Sirius said real fast. She opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it and let him continue.
"Pettigrew was right! They're cold and just plain mean." He continued, she didn't ask what in the world a Pettigrew had to do with this. "I don't want to end up like the others, I don't want to become what Bella is becoming, she's changed, Andy, I know she has, and everyone else thinks it's for the better, but I'm not so sure." Sirius continued, she finally decided to add to the conversation.
"I've noticed too, they all are. Mum says it's because they're growing up. And she thinks I need to hurry up and do the same."
"But why?" He asked not understanding even his own motivations for hating muggles. "Are muggles and mudbloods really that different than I am?" He asked remaining quiet as Andy thought about her answer.
"In that they don't have magic and we do? Yes. In that, we're all human and all feel pain and heartache? No."
Sirius thought about this for a second. "Why do we hate them?"
"I suppose it is because we are afraid of them. They are, in general, more intelligent than we are. Most of the things we have were invented by a muggle. This train, for example, trains were invented by muggles, and wizards saw it and saw it's potential. Then used it to help us." Sirius was silent for a long time. He turned and looked out a window.
"What will mum do if I'm not in Slytherin?"
"You know what, Sirius? I have no idea. But I do know it won't be pleasant." She finally answered Sirius nodded and stared out the window the entire trip without saying another word.
James watched the direction that Black had gone. That question made no sense. Why did Black care why he wanted to be in Gryffindor. James looked at Peter with a confused look on his face. Peter just shrugged and found a compartment to stay in. There were two people already sitting there. James shook off his confusion and introduced himself.
"Hello, I'm James Potter." The two people looked at him. The girl shook his hand.
"Lily Evans." She introduced herself. James nodded and turned to the boy.
"Severus Snape." He said but refused to shake James' hand. They glared at each other for a while. James didn't know why, but he absolutely hated Snape. Something in his eyes told James not to trust him.
"James?" Peter's voice distracted James from Snape's glare.
"Yeah, Peter?" James looked over at him.
"Are you okay?" James nodded and sat down trying hard not to glare at Snape.
As the train ride continued the three of them got to know each other better. Snape refused to talk to anyone but Evans. Even so, they learned from Evans that they lived near each other and they met in a park. After Evans explained what a park was they found out that she was muggleborn as well. Peter and Evans chatted while James and Snape hated each other more and more by the minute. James had completely pushed Black's strange behavior from his mind very quickly.
Remus Lupin was nothing short of terrified. He was sitting alone in one of the last compartments. It had only been two hours and he already missed his Mum and Dad so bad he worried that he might start crying. He had never felt so alone in his life. He had no friends and his parents were miles away and getting farther by the second, but that wasn't the main reason he was afraid. He was mostly afraid because tomorrow would be his first full moon away from home. It was terrifying. What if someone found out he was a werewolf and Dumbledore got fired because of it. Or worse, what if he bit someone. The thought of it had almost made Remus decide to stay at home and not go to Hogwarts.
But nothing could keep him away from the place he had dreamed of going since he'd found out he's a wizard. His dad had been so worried that Remus might not have been able to go to Hogwarts. The previous headmaster would never have let a werewolf in the school, and not just because it was dangerous to the students. Werewolves were hated by nearly everyone. Thankfully the previous headmaster retired and Dumbledore took over for him. Dumbledore was the only person Remus had met besides his parents that didn't hate him for merely being a half-breed.
It wasn't Remus' fault he had been bitten. It was bad enough that he had to go through the worst pain known to man once a month. He didn't need everyone to hate him because of it.
Remus pushed these thoughts from his mind and focused on more happy things. He was going to Hogwarts. He was going to learn from actual teachers, not just his Mum. He was going to meet other people his own age and be treated just like a normal kid. No one here would even know he was a werewolf. Maybe he could even make a few friends.
Remus may have been terrified, but he was also very, very excited.