Chapter One

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It was finally time to begin a new year. Once again Lily's parents escorted her to Platform 9 ¾, dragging along her reluctant sister Petunia. Lily hated this part. This was only her second year at Hogwarts, but the tradition had begun; Petunia remained in stubborn, angry silence no matter how many times Lily tried to strike up a conversation. All this had started because Petunia was a muggle, and was unable to go to Hogwarts with Lily. Some days this made Lily wish she had never discovered her magic. But even so Lily couldn't help but love the magical world she had stumbled across. Her friends were wonderful, and she wouldn't trade them for the world. However, it was never quite right. Her friends were sympathetic, sure, but none of the truly understood what it was like to lose the type of bond she had held with her sister before all of this began. She hoped that one day she would find someone who would know exactly what she was going through. With a sigh, she bid farewell to her parents and Petunia before stepping aboard the scarlet train.

Sirius had been waiting for this day all summer long. His attempts to bring his brother back to his side had failed over the dreaded holiday. Why couldn't Regulus understand that the family was wrong? There was more to life than blood purity! That was a completely rubbish measure for the worth of a person! He thought he and Regulus would be close forever, but once again his family had struck and taken away the goodness before it could properly grow in the next generation. At least he had managed to get some peace over the summer when he hid over at James' house. Sirius was glad he had made such an incredible friend on that first train ride to Hogwarts last year. The quartet he had found himself a part of seemed to be the closest of friends since day one; especially Sirius and James. But none of them knew what he was going through. They were kind enough, but they didn't understand what it was like to lose that bond that close siblings have. He shook his head as his brother shunned him once more and stepped up onto the train that would bring him to the only place he truly called home.

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