The Forgotten One

Grey Eyes

-chapter 3-

The innkeeper, Tom, had gotten me a room last night. I didn't unpack anything, I just dropped all of my stuff on the floor and collapsed on the bed.

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My eyes flutter open, the light pouring in from the window waking me up. I sit up, stretching my hands above my head, yawning. I grab my stuff, walking down stairs. I found Tom, put a Sickle in his hand. He gave it back to me.

"You need it more than I do." He says.

"No," I say, pushing the coin back at him. "You keep it."

Tom takes the coin and puts it in my bag. "Keep it."

I smile at him. "Thank you. For everything."

"You're always welcome here." He says.

I smile again, walking out of Diagon Alley. I head to King Cross Station, pulling my ticket out on the way.

9 3/4 is the station listed on the ticket. 9 3/4? There's no such thing. I walk into the station, going to Platform 9. I look back at my ticket, confused.

"We don't want the Muggles to see us." I hear a woman's voice. Muggles. She said Muggles. I see the woman. She has dark red hair, and light brown eyes. I follow her and her daughter. The daughter looks a lot like her mum. The mum stops between platforms 9 and 10.

I walk up to her, tapping her on the shoulder. She turns around, smiling at me. "Yes, dear?"

"Um... Can you tell me how to get on platform 9 and 3/4?"

"Oh! Yes! It's simple, really. You just run straight at that barrier and it'll bring you to the platform." I stare at her.

"You want me to run at a brick wall?" I ask. I couldn't believe it. These people were crazy.

The daughter steps out from behind her mum. She looks at me. Then she walks up to me, sticking out her hand. "I'm Lily. Lily Evans."

I stick my hand in hers. "Astrid. Astrid Coffey." I say.

Lily breaks our hold and whispers in my ear, "My mum's a Muggle," she explains. "Just follow me onto the platform." She pulls away, taking a lock of my hair in her hand. "You have really pretty hair." She says.

I smile, "Thanks."

Lily walks over to her trolley. "Just follow me." She walks straight at the wall, disappearing into it. I grab my bags and do the same. It goes dark, but soon enough I'm standing in front of a scarlet steam engine. Lily is waiting for me. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

She walks off, me trailing behind her. I can't believe how many kids are here; how many wizard families there are. I follow Lily, taking it all in. "You can get on the train, find an empty compartment," she says. "I've got to go find my mum." I nod, stepping onto the locomotive. All of the compartments are full, except for the very last one. I open the door, walk in and let the door slide shut behind me. I put all of my bags on the luggage rack except for my messenger bag. I grab The Outsiders and open it. I start to read, getting to the good part- Ponyboy's famous poem he recites.

The compartment door slides open and in walks a boy, probably my age, with dark glasses and messy black hair. He looks at me. "Do you mind if my friends and I sit here? Usually we get the compartment all to ourselves, but seeing as you're in here, I thought it'd be polite to ask."

"Sure." I say. The boy turns around, walking out of the compartment. He returns with two other boys, one of which I recognize. It's the boy from Diagon Alley. Oh great, I think.

The boy's beautiful grey eyes meet mine. He stares at me, leaning against the door frame. "Fancy meetin' you here." He says, smirking at me.

"Sure," I say, standing up, tossing The Outsiders on the bench. "You, of all people, just happen to be friends with the boy who asked if you could sit in my compartment?"

The other two boys stare at me. "Your compartment?" Grey Eyes sneers. "Last time I checked, this was the Marauders compartment." He gestures to him and the two other boys. "So maybe you should get your pretty little ass out of here."

I stare at him, shocked. I was used to being made fun of, but never was I insulted like that. He was hitting on me while telling me to leave. I take two long strides to him and poke my pointer finger into his hard chest.

"Maybe you should take your little game of truth or dare out of my compartment and stop hitting on me." I glare at him. I turn around and plop back down on my seat, opening my book.

Grey Eyes walks over to me and sits down next to me. I ignore him. The train lurches and I fly forward into Glasses' arms. He falls back onto the seat behind him, me sorta-kinda-maybe sitting on top of him. He laughs. I put my hands on his chest, which is muscular, and push away from him. I turn around to find my seat occupied by one of the boys. He's tall, with short brown hair and light brown eyes. He has a few scratches on his face. He has my book in his hands, reading the description on the back. I place my hands on my hips, waiting for him to get out of my seat.

He looks up at me. "You have a Muggle book?" I snatch the book out of his hands and grab my messenger bag from the floor. I shove the book in the bag, reaching for my other things. A hand grabs me by my waist, lifting me up and placing me in a seat. I look up and see that I'm staring into those beautiful grey eyes again.

"Woah, woah, woah," Grey Eyes says. "You're not going anywhere."

I fold my arms across my chest, glaring at him. "And why not?"

"You should consider yourself lucky." Book Boy says.

"Why?"

"Because they-" he points at Glasses and Grey Eyes, "don't usually allow just anyone to sit with us."

"Whatever." I say, standing up and reaching for my things again. Grey Eyes picks me up again and sets me on his lap. I instantly stand up, disgusted. I turn and stare at him. "You feel like you can flirt and hit on me when you don't even know a single thing about me?"

"I know some things....."

"Like what?"

"I know that you're beautiful."

"Doesn't count."

"So you agree?"

"Huh?"

"You agree that you're beautiful?"

"I never said that." I say defensively.

"Sure."

"Name something else... What's my name?"

"Beautiful." He smirks at me.

"Wrong."

Glasses speaks up. "What is your name?"

"Why would I tell you pricks?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I've been the only one to be nice to you so far."

"Astrid." I say under my breath.

Grey Eyes looks at me. "Astrid?"

"You heard me."

"That's beautiful," he says. "Just like you."

I sit down, next to Glasses. "So now that's out of the way, are you going to tell me your names?"

Glasses speaks up first. "I'm James. James Potter."

"Pleasure." I say with a smirk. I'm not sure I like the way it feels on my face.

Book Boy speaks next. "I'm Remus. Remus Lupin."

All I do is smirk at him.

Grey Eyes doesn't say anything. "Hello?" I wave my hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his daze.

"Wha-"

"Your name?"

"Oh," he smirks again. "I'm Sirius. Sirius Black."

Sirius Black.