▪️ AND THEN SHE FELL ▪️ SIRIUS BLACK ▪️

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"A meaningful silence is better than meaningless words." - tumblr (I think)

Polaris rolled over, pulling her pillow over her head. Why wouldn't he leave her alone? Surely her not speaking to him was enough of an indicator. Rolling further into her duvet, she ignored the consistent knocking on her door. She was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the door silently opening or the hazel eyes, messy haired boy entering. Polaris was happily oblivious until said boy spoke.
"Pol?"

James Potter, son of Fleamont Potter, was nice enough. That wasn't why she didn't speak to him. It was more that she didn't speak to anyone. Fleamont called it depression, she called it not making unnecessary attachments. She didn't want to get close to people, they would only be hurt in the end. Hurt like her parents had been.

"Pol?" James persisted, " you really do need to get up."
When the boy received no response he continued, "we'll miss the train," The desperation in his voice was enough to motivate her to move. As happy as she was to miss the train, she didn't think that James would appreciate it. He was popular at Hogwarts, or so she heard. As little as she wanted to attend Hogwarts, she wanted to return to Beauxbatons even less. She could already envision the pitying looks from girls that didn't care.

She glanced up at James, sending him her best smile. He seemed shocked that she had even acknowledged him, Polaris had kept to herself since moving in with the Potters. She stumbled her way down the hall to the bathroom, quickly brushing her teeth and washing her face. She didn't care much for her looks, there was no use changing what she was already happy with. She wasn't exceptional, but just average enough to be forgotten. She didn't need any attention, both of her parents were powerful wizards and witches, the death eaters would be after her too.

When Polaris got back to her room she rummaged through her cupboard for clean clothes. She quickly sniffed a black tee shirt before throwing it on as well as a ragged pair of jeans. Blinking slightly at her reflection, she tried a smile, sighing when it looked fake. But never mind it would have to do.

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Polaris glared at the red steam engine, feeling helpless as James dragged her towards his friends. He seemed to take her earlier smile as an invitation to be her friend. James payed no heed to the small girl behind him, he barley even realised how tight his grip on her arm was! Pol could sense his excitement, it basically radiated from him. Pol stumbled along behind him as he pulled her into the very las carriage of the train. The second James burst through the door he was bombarded with hugs (the masculine kind of course). The boys were so caught up in their excitement that they didn't notice the shadow of a girl behind their best friend.

When the hug finally dispersed Pol was already seated, her wrist still firmly clasped in James's hand. His grip was tight enough to leave bruises, she didn't blame him of course, he was just caught up in his excitement. One of the boys, finally seemed to notice her. He was tall ,with sandy brown hair and pale blue eyes.his face would have been almost angelic if it wasn't for the long scars that marred it. His eyes drifted to her arm that James was still holding on to. He coughed slightly, earning James's attention. James widened his eyes in surprise, he couldn't believe he had forgotten to introduce Pol!

He quickly released her wrist, a slight blush rising to his cheeks.
"Oh, um, this is Pol, sorry, Pol."
Pol rolled her eyes at him, paying no attention to the three boys staring at her curiously. They were just more people that she could hurt.
"Pol, this is, Remus," James motioned to the scarred boy.
"Sirius," this time James pointed to a built boy with long black hair and an angular face.
"And this is Peter," James finished, the boy in question was stout with a babyish face, he would have been cute were it not for the rather sly look he had on his face.

Pol raised her eyebrows at James, shooting him a small smile. That its self was enough to make his day. He was just happy that his life long friend was alive. In the physical sense anyway.