𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗭𝗞𝗔𝗕𝗔𝗡 [𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍]

Chapter Thirty Two: Tygrysku

‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ ･⋆✵⋆･ ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾

King's Cross Station bustled loud as usual with Muggles and Magical folks alike. Passing through the barrier unnoticed wasn't hard seeing as everyone was busy living in their own little worlds and dealing with their own not-so little problems.

Sirius, James and Peter stood close to the archway on the Wizarding side of the station with Mrs. Potter while she did some last minute fussing over with James.

Mr. Potter was going to come with them too but received an owl while they were having breakfast and said he had to leave immediately. Mrs. Potter was to join him too after seeing the boys off to the train, so now here they were.

Sirius tried to keep his eyes peeled for any sign of a Black so he wouldn't have to accidentally make unnecessary contact and ruin his good mood this early in the year. He counted himself very lucky for not running into them in Diagon Alley.

While looking around, Sirius saw that everyone seemed fidgety and tense, unlike the previous years when the station rang with laughter and sounds of merriment. Parents didn't let their kids wonder around the station alone anymore. They made sure they were well on the train before they took their eyes off them.

Sirius was shaken out of his trance by Mrs. Potter's voice.

"It's just a simple spell." begged Mrs. Potter, tugging James towards her. "It won't take more than a minute. Just to flatten that bloody cowlick at the back of your head."

"Mum! Geroff." grunted James, bringing Sirius back memories of the first time he ever saw him. James was a bit taller than his mother now but she still managed to hold him in a sort of a half-nelson while she tapped his head with her wand. "I'm fifteen now. You can't keep doing this to me." James added while trying to wiggle himself out of his mother's grasp.

"Hold still, James."

"Let go, Mum." said James, finally prying his mother off himself, his hair still stubbornly sticking up in all directions. "You're embarrassing me."

"One day I'll stop doing this and you'll appreciate me then." said Mrs. Potter with so much confidence, it was a little scary.

"We'll see about that." retorted James, trying to sound as confident as his mother but his voice wobbled a little like a future without her was the equivalent of shearing a bed with a Dementor. "I think I see Moony. Come on, boys." he added and dragged his friends off but not before Mrs. Potter gave each of them a kiss.

They were pushing their way through the crowns when James stopped waking so suddenly.

"Puberty hit Evans like the Hogwarts Express." he exclaimed, eyes fixed to where Lily Evans, his unrequited crush, was standing with her Muggle parents and her sister (who's neck was probably longer than Dumbledore's beard, Sirius thought).

"Prongs." Sirius said exasperatedly, dragging James away with the sleeve of his robes. "We're supposed to be looking for Moony, remember? Not gawk at Lily."

When they finally spotted him, Remus was standing in the middle of the platform with his trunk at his feet, reading over a parchment of paper.

Typical, Sirius thought. Of course Remus would have his nose buried in something, reading. On the first day of school.

"MOONY!" screamed James while they were still a few feet away from Remus.

Remus didn't flinch or anything at having his name screamed at him like that because he was very used to James's antiques by now. And that nickname Sirius practically forced on him in their third year. (Remus tried to call him Lord of the Fleas as payback, but was disappointed when none of his friends could get what was so funny about it.)