Jily/Wolfstar

First Year

Lily eyed the sea of students swarming around the red steam train. It made her stomach turn. How was she ever going to find someone to sit with? She couldn't even tell who was in her year. Any excitement she had felt at going to Hogwarts had been pushed to the very back of her mind.
She reviewed the situation and came to a slightly relieving conclusion. This was far better than going to a muggle high school with Petunia.

She turned round and hugged her parents tightly, promising to write home at least once every other week. Her sister had refused to come. Once Petunia had received Dumbledore's reply to her plee to come to Hogwarts, she had decided that it was a no-good hotel for freaks who wanted to learn magic tricks. This opinion no longer bothered Lily as she had heard it at least once every day for weeks.

Looking around, she saw a mop of greasy, shoulder-length black hair. Thank god, someone she knew was here. She pushed her way over to him.

'Severus,' she called.
'Hey, Lily,' he called back, grimicing, in what she thought was meant to be a smile.

He wasn't exactly a cheerful friend, but he was her neighbour and the reason she understood anything about where she was going.

'Want to find a compartment?'
'Sure,' she shrugged.

-

James Potter looked around the platform after saying goodbye to his parents. He could see the Quidditch players (something he was desperate to try), and he could see the nerds (some of which seemed to be practically asking to have their piles of books pushed over).

He saw a boy with long curly hair, alone, leaning against the wall of the platform. Not sad, loner alone, but cool, I-don't-need-anyone, alone. He had black boots and a leather jacket, making him even cooler. He also seemed to be staring at the piles of books being hauled around as if he wanted to push them over, so James immediately decided that they would be friends.

He walked over, 'Hey, man.'
'Hi.'
'What a nerd fest. I hope Hogwarts isn't as hard as they make it seem.'
'I know, right? Apparently all the homeworks are like, 19 inches on the levitation charm, and stuff like that.'
'What? I'm never going get through this. I'll be in detention non-stop.'
The boy chuckled, 'I'm Sirius Black.'
'James Potter... wait, what? You're a Black? But you're really nice?'
Sirius' grin grew wider, 'That's very good of you to say, James. Yep. I hate my family.'
James wasn't sure how to react.
'Oh, erm, great.'

There was an awkward silence before Sirius chipped in, 'You want to to mess with that guy with the glasses over there?'
This was the icing on the cake to James. 'Absolutely.'

They walked over, and as they passed him, one on either side, they made sure to bump into his shoulders. He lurched forwards, his books splaying all over the floor.

'Oh, I'm sorry, let me help you with that,' and James crouched down, gathering the boy's books together. The boy didn't notice until they were at Hogwarts, that his copy of 'The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)' was missing.

-

Remus Lupin climbed onto the train. The parting from his parents had not been an emotional one. His father had simply shaken his hand before sending him off to the train.

This was going to be interesting. He had no idea how he would hide his monthly disappearances from people. Dumbledore had, however, seemed confident that no one else would know. Not even the teachers. Not even Professor Sprout, who would, apparently, be planting something that would help him in his transformation.

He was indebted to Dumbledore, for allowing him this place at Hogwarts, but he wasn't looking forward to having to meet people. Maybe, if he just didn't make friends, no one would notice him leaving every full moon.