James
James lay in his bed fast asleep, a light snore escaping his lips occasionally. His room was a huge mess of clothes and pictures, all hand drawn. James' glasses were on his nightstand, the only thing in the room that wasn't a mess-other than his desk.
James had scrolls of picture after picture, all hand drawn, and all perfect. He had drawn his mother doing magic to fold laundry, her wand held in her hand and her hair in a messy bun. Every stroke was perfect, making the picture look alive. Of course, there were the few tiny issues, like the fact that James couldn't draw anything below the shoulders. He had worked for hours on her arms, trying hard to make them as perfect as possible, but they just weren't the best. He was only eleven, though, and willing to work hard to get it right.
Euphemia Potter was walking down the hallway at that exact moment, going to wake up James. She had her dark hair pulled back in its usual messy bun and she wore light blue robes. She knocked on the door three times before entering the room and stealing James' pillow, waking him up at once.
"Come on, Jamie. Time to go to Platform 9 ¾." Euphemia said laughing at James' bewildered face. His hair was even worse right now. It was usually messy, but right now it looked like if you put your hand in it, you wouldn't be able to find your own fingers.
"Oh, already?" James asked, reaching, not very discreetly, for the pillow.
"Yes," Euphemia said, holding the pillow out of his reach and laughing once more. "Come on, get up, change into some muggle clothes and let's go."
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James arrived at the bright red steam engine quicker than he had expected, so early, in fact, that the train horn blew signaling its departure and forced him to give his mum and dad the quickest kiss possible before sprinting onto the train. Not even a second after he set foot on the Hogwarts Express, said train began moving.
"We love you! Have a great year!" James heard his parents' yell before their voices were drowned out by all the other parents telling their kids basically the same thing.
James walked down the aisles dragging his trunk and searching for an empty compartment. He saw none, but he did see one with a handsome boy his age being the only occupant. The boy's black hair was silky smooth and the perfect length for a boy his age. It made James feel somewhat self-conscious about his own hair, which was very messy on a good day, and which would never lay flat. His eyes were the same grey as storm clouds, a spark of resistance glinting in them as he gazed back at his family. This surprised James-why would this boy have anything but love for his family? They clearly weren't poor, seeing as the boy was wearing very nice clothes and his hair was so flawless that the boy had to have used some sort of hair potion. It was the spark in the boy's eyes that convinced James to enter the compartment.
"Hello," James said. "My name is James Potter-and yours?" The boy looked at James quizzically for a second. His stormy grey eyes seemed to read every expression on James' face and every thought in his head.
"I'm Sirius," the boy said finally. "Sirius Black."
"Black? As in, from the-"
"Noble and Most Ancient House of Black?" Sirius finished, a hint of bitterness in his tone. "Yes, I am."
"Oh." James didn't know what to say. He had heard about the Blacks. They were all Slytherins, very proud of their blood purity, and very against allowing muggle-borns into Hogwarts. The Blacks and the Potters were quite different. For one, The Potters didn't believe they were special because they had pure blood. Another thing, the Potters were pure bloods only by chance. They just happened to marry into pure families. The Blacks would rather marry each other than marry anyone who wasn't completely pure blooded.
But something about the way Sirius talked made James think that he was different. That Sirius wasn't like his parents.And that's where our story really begins.
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Sorry about the cringey ending, tbh I really just wanted to update.
Also, I'm sorry that this chapter took so long. I've had it done for a while, I just wasn't able to copy and paste it into Wattpad... I didn't have a computer I could use. I ended up using my phone... then I had to edit some more... 😅
Anyway, thank you so much for reading!
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