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"Don't tell me it's a sin to love him instead of her.
Seriously, I mean look at him!"
Basically your traditional Wizarding World Marauders Era love story between two couples with a few twists.
Twists include lycanthropy, bicuriousity tur...
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The air was thick with excitement and rush as students of all backgrounds and races. Purebloods, Half-bloods and Muggle-borns were all engulfed in the crowds and united for a split second before segregating into their groups. My Mum on my right and my Dad on my left. I had grown a lot over the summer but was still a couple of inches short of my father. We were waiting, it had become routine that we waited. The awaited car arrived cutting it quite close to the departure of the Hogwarts Express. There was no doubt that our compartment wouldn't be occupied by strangers, Peter was awarded with the responsibility of reserving it as Remus spends time with Lily before journey, oh how I envy his companion, how I wish to be able to hold her and comfort her, and kiss her. Finally, just as I had almost given up hope on his arrival as usual, a black-headed stud strode through the brick wall and made his way toward me, without luggage, always carried by his elf chatting quite happily with Regulus a few paces behind.
"About time, Shorty!" He rolled his eyes sarcastically and scowled at the name before we made our way onto the train just as the final boarding announcement was made. Unlike the rest of us, he was seemingly the only one who seemed to have not grown. He had black, perfect hair as usual with a bouncy spirit. He wore brand new robes, as he always did, tailored to a nanometre and he sported a pair of black formal shoes, no doubt bought by his mother but they were spray painted a bright shade of pink which I am 800% sure was done to piss of his mother.
"Blame it on the inbreeding." We both cringed a little at the comment about him family's incesism but brushed it off and continues conversing. We walked to the end of the train, our feet carrying us subconsciously, having it being the fifth time on the transport. The usual slurs about blood traitors and whatnot were thrown, but a single fuck was yet to be given. We spoke about our various adventures during the summer, or mine at least as Sirius was fairly closed of as to what goes on at Black Manor referring to it as 'confidential'. As we neared the last compartment, the rest of the train died out as me and Sirius were confronted with a trolley of food and a woman standing behind it wearing an apron and a pouch, both worn out and overused.
"Anything from the trolley, dears?" Her voice was high-pitched but sweet and innocent. I briskly agreed, pulling out a few galleons and buying a bit of everything. As she walked past, we came face to face with our next obstacle, Amelia Roper. The position of Sirius' first long term girlfriend was occupied by Amelia Roper, by long term I obviously mean two weeks and half but who's counting. She looked rather innocent on first glance though her attitude truthfully was spicy and bitter and highly toxic. She had blonde and lightly curly hair with amber highlights. She also had similar coloured eyes, a dark wood which glimmered with hate in the presence of her boyfriend. She wasn't dressed in robes but rather an uncomfortably short pair of jeans that stretched only five inches and a blouse that outlined her hot-rod red brassiere -I did my best not to stare, but I'm only human- due to the black yet the thinnest material that was practically see-through. Her boots won the competition for the biggest article of clothing she had worn, her tall leather shoes that zipped up to her knees. Her eyes that fell upon Sirius and were overcome with pique and vexation. She glared daggers at him but all Sirius does, because he is a rightful, inconsiderate dick....who I love very much, is smirk his legendary smirk.
