Better Things Are Coming

Chapter One

Even though Sirius had gotten one or two hours of sleep the night prior and he had been feeling dead and tired and in pain, but this September first didn't, in truth, seem too bad. Although, it would've been nicer if the whole argument with his mother hadn't happened.

All of his bones ached, his eyes felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets, but all of that didn't seem to matter anymore. It didn't matter to him at all in truth, because he knew that he'd have gotten this sooner or later. Regulus prior had reminded him that he would be seeing his closest, and somewhat pratty, friends. James mainly being the pratty one, seeing as though he was this boistrous, loud, borderline obnoxious personality. Peter was reliable and helped Sirius alot when he'd needed it, and being one of the only one of his friends who he really didn't make fun of. But Remus. Remus was different. Remus was so wonderfully him, so perfect to him, so careful and articulate and smart. He seemed like he always knew what he needed to do. And in truth, Sirius really couldn't ignore the fact that he'd started spilling everything to Remus. But it wasn't because Remus asked, it was because Sirius trusted and liked him.

As Sirius and Regulus walked through the station, they'd parted opposite ways, Regulus' group of Slytherins on the other side of the crowd; they cast stone cold glances over to Sirius and the way he hobbled, the way he was cut of his hair. The way he had looked just plain weak. Like he wasn't a Black. Sirius struggled to head his way to the platform, his ribs and lungs compressing in pain from how he breathed in, from how his ribs were most definitely broken. People he knew were staring him down, which caused and extremely large dent in his ego, making him hurt. He ran, with a struggle and with a limp one might add, to go into the platform and regulus followed.

"Finally..." He breathed to himself, slightly wheezing and looking around the station, it making the fragments of a very small, very siriusish grin spread across his face. That was a very rare, very unlikely thing to happen, especially over the summer and what had just happened. So the fact that he smiled must have meant something.

He was just glad that he had been back. He was glad that he could see them again; James, Peter, Lily, Remus: he missed his the most of course, he wouldn't say so. Alot of things happened to Remus last year, so he was curious how he was doing over the summer, since he couldn't write him.

The whole story played through his mind of last year as he walked to the train. That was, of course, before he heard James' voice that made him lose his train of thought. It was hard not to recognise James; the messy haired boy had too much of a flare for the overdramatised that he'd spot him from a mile away.

"No...No way..." James mumbles to himself as he saw Sirius; At least, he was sure that it was Sirius. The same five foot eight inched stature that he always made fun of, James' height if six foot warranting it. (He was just a little- a centimetre,- above five foot eleven. He'd never let Sirius know if course though. He is gullible enough to think he is six foot.)

But his hair. It was gone. It was no longer the below the shoulder length curls that were loose down his back and tidily waved;but now his hair was a short and choppy, hack-job of black. Sort of like James', but worse. He knew something must've happened for Sirius to have a viable reason to cut his hair. Unless, of course, it wasn't him who cut it.

He'd just have to call out and see.

"Sirius?" James said in a question, unsure if was him or not. "Sirius? Mate, is that you?!" He now allowed his voice to grow louder, stepping over closer to the boy who looked like, but at the same time didn't, Sirius Black.

But, when he turned around and he was able to see his features (delicately crafted eyes with long and wispy eyelashes that were the colour of cobblestone slicked with rain, high cheekbones so neatly carved and a jawline that could be used to slice diamond,) were seen, James bounded over quickly, carrying his luggage haphazardly and then embraced Sirius in a tight, almost constricting hug.