Special thanks to mishalina for editing this, even though she had no idea what it was about (: thank you dahling!
Oh! Also, there are lots of American type slangs in here, and I know they're british and wouldn't say some of these things buuuuut it's easier for me to write this way so… yeah! Alright, I'm done now!
James Potter stared at the train, wondering whether or not he would fit in at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had been waiting for the moment of his arrival at the school his entire life, but now that it was here, he had to admit that he was a bit nervous.
His mother looked down at him. She was a kind woman, with the same colour of eyes as he had; a beautiful hazel; and the same jet-black hair as he. Their hair, however, was evidently different. James's would never stay put, and his mother's always seemed perfectly placed upon her head. She had a smile that made him feel warm from his head to his toes, even though he would never admit that to anybody. She dedicated that smile to him, and ruffled his hair, messing it up even more.
"Now, James, you be a good boy," she said, and James nodded. He didn't want to disappoint her, but it would be hard not to do. It wasn't like he looked for trouble. Trouble simply seemed to find him.
"I'll try, Mum," he said, and then he hugged her quickly and ran into the train. He sat in an empty compartment and waved to his mother from the window. He saw her laughing, and she waved back at him.
"Excuse me," he heard a voice say. He turned around to see a shaggy looking boy of his age standing at the door of his compartment. "Can I sit in here with you? Everywhere else is full."
"Yeah, sure, come on in." The boy nodded politely and sat down as far away from James as humanly possible. James pretended not to notice.
"I'm James. James Potter" he said, stretching out his hand to shake the boys. The boy stared at it for a few seconds, and then looked up into James's eyes.
"Lupin. Remus Lupin" he said, without smiling.
"Are you excited to be going to Hogwarts?" asked James. Lupin shrugged.
"I guess . . ." he mumbled.
"I am! I've been waiting for a really long time. I was a bit nervous, cause I thought that everybody might be really stuck up, but now that I've met you, I know I was wrong."
"You don't know me," said the boy, shuffling his feet. James was jealous. The boy must be taller than him. His feet still dangled an inch above the floor.
"Well, you don't seem snobby" shrugged James. Lupin looked up at him and smiled.
"Thanks," he said shyly. Suddenly the door flew open and a small boy with dark hair and a thin face ran into their compartment just as the train started. He had a mischievous grin on his face, and he sat down opposite Lupin. James looked at him and smiled.
"Hey, I'm Sirius Black," said the boy, stretching his hand out to James. James shook Sirius's hand. Sirius then stretched his hand out to Lupin, who did the same as he had to James; he simply stared at Sirius's hand, then looked up into his eyes.
"Lupin. Remus Lupin," he said.
"And I'm James Potter," beamed James.
"What house do you guys think you'll be in?" asked Sirius, and James's eyes lit up.
"Gryffindor! My entire family has been in it," he explained. "You?"
"Well . . . I'm hoping to be in Gryffindor, but so far my family has always been in Slytherin, so . . ." he said, rubbing his feet together. James was happy to see that his feet didn't touch the ground either.
"What about you, Lupin?" asked Sirius, turning to the boy in the corner. Lupin looked up. "Um, can I call you Remus? Lupin sounds too formal," Sirius said, shuddering.
"Uh, yeah sure. I haven't really thought of that," Remus said.
"I bet you're in Gryffindor," said Sirius. James liked this kid. He was almost more outgoing than James himself.
"Why?" asked Remus, furrowing his brow.
"You look brave," said Sirius, smiling.
"You have no idea," mumbled Remus.
Before James had the opportunity to ask him what he meant by that, the compartment door opened again. This time a short chubby boy stood in the doorway.
"C-can I come in?" he asked, blushing.
"Yeah, come on in! Join the party!" James waved him in, and the boy sat beside Remus, and in front of James.
"I'm James Potter," said James, and the boy nodded to him.
"I'm Peter Pettigrew," said the little boy, looking at his feet. His feet didn't touch the ground either.
"Nice to meet you, Peter!" said Sirius. "What house do you think you'll be in?"
"I'm not sure . . ." said Peter shyly.
"I think I'm going to be in Gryffindor, Sirius thinks he's going to be in Slytherin, and we think that Remus is going to be in Gryffindor with me," said James, smiling.
"I hope I'm in Gryffindor then," said Peter, blushing. "That way I'll know somebody."
"Wouldn't it be so awesome if we all ended up in Gryffindor?" asked James. Sirius laughed sarcastically.
"Yeah, right. Like I said, my entire family has been in Slytherin, and we go WAY back. Pureblood all the way," he said, shaking his head as if disgusted. "There's no way I'll be in Gryffindor."
"It would be cool though, if you were. Then we could all four be friends!" said James.
"We can be friends even if Sirius isn't in Gryffindor," said Remus. James smiled, trying to hide the surprise on his face. Remus had been the last person in the compartment that he had expected to agree with his friendship idea.
The compartment door opened for a fourth time. A petite girl with long red hair and dark green eyes was standing in the doorway. A small, skinny boy with greasy black hair stood behind her. She put her hands on her hips.
"Give Severus his Rememberal back," she said, looking at Sirius.
"What did you say his name was? Snivellus?" asked Sirius, grinning.
"That's not funny. Give it back to him," she said.
"Alright, Mum," said Sirius, rolling his eyes. He handed the girl a tiny ball and she gave it to the boy behind her, who scurried off. She turned to leave, but James stopped her.
"So, what's your name?" he asked. She looked down at him.
"Are you friends with this character?" she asked, pointing at Sirius.
"Well, yeah . . . I mean, I hope so," he said, and Sirius smiled at him.
"Well then I'm not telling you my name," she said, and she slammed the compartment door behind her. James looked at Sirius, confused.
"What's up her butt?" he asked, and Sirius shrugged, grinning.
"Don't know. But she could do much better than Snivellus over there," he said, and James laughed. To his surprise, so did Remus and Peter.
"You know," he said, "this feels like the start to a great friendship."