Chapter 1: The train at 9 3/4

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There you were, 5 minutes before the train at the 9 3/4 station took off, saying goodbye to your mother.

Y/n: Goodbye mother.

Walburga: I will be awaiting the letter confirming your both in slytherin yes?

Reg: Yes mother.

Walburga: Good, Now go.

You and Regulus boarded the train desperately trying to find a seat. Then finally you find a seemingly empty compartment and open it up.

Sirius: Y/n?!? Reg?!?

Reg: Sirius?

At the sight of his two younger siblings Sirius jumped up and hugged you to.

Sirius: Boys, say hello to Regulus and
Y/n black my younger siblings.

At first the three other boys in the compartment sat there with there mouthes wide open untill the first boy with crazy, messy, dark brown hair and crooked glasses stood up.

James: James, James Potter nice to meet you

Next was a taller dirty blond boy with scars on his visible skin and one across his face.

Remus: Remus lupin.

You reached down and slid a hand on your stomach feeling the three big scars
You decided you would ask Sirius about Remus later. Lastly the smallest boy put of the bunch stood up.

Peter: Peter......Pettigrew

James: So y/n, Regulus what houses do you want to be in?

Y/n: Well we're not aloud back I the house if we're not slytherin but gryffindor sounds cool.

The rest of the train ride was a blurr you all talked for a while untill suddenly you were already at hogwarts walking down the hall to get sorted.

Dumbledore: All first years please come up, I will place the hat on your head and you will do sit at your designated tables. Got it?

There was a murmer from the crowed

Dumbledore: Good, now lets get started.
Regulas Black.

Reg walked up to the chair as everyone watched, the hat was placed on his head and....

Sorting hat: SLYTHERIN!

There was a roar from the slytherin table as reg walked over, flashing you a thumbs up.

Dumbledore: Next up well... Y/n Black.

Once again all eyes were on you, as you walked to the chair it felt like the eyes were burning a hole in your back. As the hat started to lower on your head you shut your eyes tightly.

Sorting hat: Oh well I see cunning with a nice thirst to prove yourself let it be SLYTHERIN!

You shot up from the chair and ran over to the slytherin table with your brother.

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