Sirius Blacks Tragedy

CHAPTER ONE: A New Beginning

There Sirius and his family sat waiting at Platform 9 3/4. Oh how Sirius couldn't wait to get away from their disheveled views and lifestyle. What was the point of hating and treating people differently because their blood was different? Or how all of the children had to all act the 'correct' way or they would be disowned. Sirius had been told all his life that the hat had to call out that one word, Slytherin.

His parents had tried to tutor him in English but they failed, miserably. Or maybe they just didn't care enough. So as Sirius stood there hugging his brother goodbye, much to his parents embarrassment, he heard everyone else converse and wish their goodbyes and didn't understand a thing.

"Au revoir." Sirius whispered in his brother's ear before tugging his trunk and walking into the roaring train. He walked down the soft red carpet that was the train floor before finding a vacant compartment. He put his luggage up and sat in the seat, shoulders back and posture straight. He stared out the window watching as kids hugged their parents and bid their goodbyes, some leaving in tears. He sighed. If only he could have a family like that. A family that cared about him rather than what status he gave them. Who would hug him goodbye and give him kisses on his cheek. Parents who would hold him when he cried instead of berating and hitting him. Oh, to have a family that cared.

The door flung open and in walked a mixed boy with messy jet black hair. He didn't exactly have a sharp jawline, but it wasn't round either. He had wide hazel eyes that shone in the sunlight given from the window. He had big round black glasses that slightly hung off his face. He had a strong British accent, unlike Sirius' heavy French one, and was rambling nonsense to the boy behind him. Well, nonsense to Sirius. The boy behind him was a bit pudgy and had a round face. He had short blond hair and blue eyes. He was smiling a wide smile as he and the other boy stumbled into the compartment. They shoved their trunks up and sat down opposite to Sirius on the red and purple seats.

"Hi, my name is James. What's yours?" The boy said, sticking his hand out for Sirius to shake. Sirius' nose scrunched up in confusion and glared down at the boy, His slim jaw looking even more intimating.

"Sirius Noir." He said, shaking the boy's hand. Once done he pulled his hand away and wiped it on his shirt. He scrunched his nose in disgust now. He looked at the blond boy who held a smile brighter than god's will as he talked to the boy with jet black hair. The boy reminded him a lot of his brother. Oh god how he worried for his brother. Who was going to protect him, or help him with astronomy. Or comfort him when he feels like crying. Who was going to parent him, surely wasn't his parents. No, there was no way in hell that his parents would treat Regulus like a child. He opted to stare out the window and watch the last of the kids file onto the train.

The door of the compartment opened and in walked a shabby boy with amber eyes and dirty blond hair. He had a sharp jawline and a long scar riding from the top of his forehead to his nose. He had a trunk that looked like it was about to explode. His hair reached his ears and every time he moved his curls bounced. He was rather pale and a little green. He wore a baggy jumper and muggle jeans. He pushed his trunk up and sat next to Sirius. Their eyes met for a second and the boy rolled his eyes.

"God, you look prissy. Must be a pureblood." Sirius inwardly groaned. Why couldn't he understand their language? He gave the boy a look eyeing him up and down before rolling his eyes. Sirius went back to looking out the window watching as the train pulled away and the station blew away. He didn't know what to think. And god, why were these pants so tight. his thoughts were all flying by and it made him feel like he was going to burst at the seams. His hands wouldn't stop fidgeting and he couldn't keep one thought in his brain. Yet, the one that kept creeping back was, Pas Slytherin.

Peter, personally felt a little uneasy by this boy who held his shoulders high and looked disgusted by everything he saw. How his stone cold grey eyes made his face look stern matched with his permanent frown. How his black curly hair that almost went past his ears made his sharp face hold a hint of childhood. His uniform clothes that looked like they belonged in the past hugged his body. The skinny pants giving off his prissy and rich attitude. His heavy French accent and his last name. Noir. It meant Black. Which meant that this boy was from one of the darkest families in the Wizarding World. And they were stuck with him for the next four hours.

It turns out the next four hours weren't too bad. The two boys sitting opposite to Sirius seemed to know each other, or were just very good at talking. The boy, the 'shabby' one next to Sirius, didn't talk much. But his tone was often one his cousin, Andromeda, used when joking with Sirius. Sarcasm. Sarcasm was really the only humor Sirius learned growing up, and that was only from Andy. Maybe if he spoke their language, he would laugh. But no, he didn't. So he sat at the window, staring, feeling like his soul was being ripped to pieces. Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin.