Sirius ran through the barrier at Kings Cross Station. He shut his eyes tightly as he crossed over, feeling a slight shiver go down his back. A loud whistle and many voices surrounded him in a cheerful mood and he opened his eyes to see crowds of people and a scarlet express on the tracks.

A wide grin spread across his face and he turned back to see his older brother, Regulus, stroll out of the wall. Reg, Sirius's informal name for him(pronounced with a hard "guh"), smiled down at the excited 11 year old.

"Come along little brother. We've got a train to catch." Reg said as Orion and Walburga Black stepped onto the platform.

The family walked through the crowds to the entrance of the Hogwarts express. Reg loaded their trunks and the two faced their parents.

"Now remember, Lucius will be your guide to the Slytherin dormitory." Walburga said and Sirius nodded while internally in dispair.

He hated Slytherin. He hated how he was expected to be some shady, lowlife, Dark Lord supporter. Ravenclaw was a much better house. He would hope for Ravenclaw. If he were to be in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor... Oooo he simply shivered at the thought of what would happen.

"And Regulus, don't let him near the lions. Filthy half bloods and mudbloods, the lot of them." Orion added and his brother nodded.

Reg was the only family member that Sirius actually liked. He was four years older than Sirius, only a year younger than Lucius Malfoy, who was probably their 18th cousin, 14 times removed, knowing how the pureblood community is about marriage. Reg was actually nice to Sirius, despite being very Slytherin, and was the only person to treat him like an actual person and not a pureblooded trophy to be passed around.

Their parents nodded at the two boys and left. Sirius watched their backs until too many people had moved around and he couldn't see them anymore.

"Cheerful as always." Sirius said and rounded towards the train door. "You go meet up with your snake friends, I'll find a compartment to sit in." He said to his brother, who sighed in relief and waved before leaving Sirius alone on the platform.

He stepped up onto the train and began down the hall, looking through windows to find an empty space. Eventually, he came to a compartment with no one inside. He entered the space and sat down.

Kids of all ages passed by the door, some glanced in at the lone boy, but none stopped.

Sirius pulled out a small leather bound journal and opened it up. He flipped to a blank page and started sketching with a pencil he'd stolen from a Muggle school. That had been a fun night.

The graphite pressed into the parchment in swirls and swoops across the page. As he drew, Sirius hummed a song that his brother had taught him.

(I was going to do the flower song from Tangled but like, copyright. So instead you get a shitty lullaby I made up on the spot.(I'll sing it on my YouTube and put that up next chapter))

Colors fly by me
Wishes of purple and skys of blue
Grass of green and songs of yellow
Violins of orange and flowers of red
Colors dance 'round me
Swirling and spinning
Rainbows of songs and
Paintings of people
Red, then orange
Yellow to green
Blue into purple
The colors I see

The compartment door opened and a boy with messy black hair and hazel eyes behind glasses poked his head in.

"Hi I'm James Potter. Can I sit here?" The boy asked and Sirius nodded. James walked into the compartment and sat down next to Sirius. "Watcha drawi-oh wow that's good!"

Sirius shrugged and looked down at the doodle of a phoenix he'd been doing. "Not really..." He said and filled in the details on a few feathers. "I can do better."

James looked at him in amazement. "Man how do you do that? This is so realistic!" James pointed at the page. "Look at the intricacies of it!"

Sirius shifted uncomfortably and slowly shut the journal. "Don't touch it." He muttered and put it back in his pocket. No one in his family had ever seen his artwork, in fact, no one at all had seen his work.

"Sorry." James said. "What's your name?"

"Sirius." Sirius said, not wanting to tell this guy who his family was. He'd heard about the Potter family. They were purebloods, but definitely did not conform to the pureblood beliefs.

James raised an eyebrow. "Hang on, black hair, gray eyes, called Sirius, you're the Black boy, aren't you? Orion and Walburga's youngest, right?"

Sirius sighed heavily. "Yep. That's me. You can hate me now. I'll understand. My family is a bunch of jerks." He looked down, ready for James to leave.

He heard a scoff and looked up to see the other boy rolling his eyes. "Pu-leez. You obviously hate them. You aren't sitting with Slytherins which means you are either an introvert or you don't like them, you didn't give me your surname indicating that you don't like it, and you literally said that your family were jerks. You don't sound like a typical pureblood, so I'll give you a chance."

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Well hello there Sherlock." He said and James laughed.

"What's up Watson?" A voice said from the doorway and the two looked over.

A boy with green eyes and light brown hair stood there. His robes were a little worn and he had a few scars across his face. He carried a satchel over his shoulder and had a bookish ans mysterious feeling around him.

"Hi I'm Remus Lupin, may I please sit with you two?" He asked. Sirius nodded and Remus entered the compartment, sitting down across from Sirius and James.

"You've read Sherlock Holmes too?" Sirius asked excitedly and Remus nodded. "I've read all the good ones. Sherlock, Shakespeare, Sense and Sensibility, and ummm others that don't begin with S."

Sirius sat forward on his seat. "What about The Iliad? The Odyssey?"

"Well duh. I'm not some poor uneducated bloke. What's your favorite Shakespeare?"

"Obviously it's The Tempest." Sirius stood and declared in a dramatic voice. "I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were
no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an
unstanched wench."

Remus laughed a little and stood as well, reciting the next bit. "Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to
sea again; lay her off."

Sirius nodded approvingly at him. "Well demanded, wench:
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
A mark so bloody on the business, but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends." He stared expectanly at Remus, who raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms as if to say so that's how you wanna play?

"In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh
To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong."

"Very good. But can you do this part? Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him,
I' th' afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,
Having first seized his books, or with a log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember
First to possess his books; for without them
He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
One spirit to command: they all do hate him."

"As rootedly as I. Burn but his books.
He has brave utensils,--for so he calls them--
Which when he has a house, he'll deck withal
And that most deeply to consider is
The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman,
But only Sycorax my dam and she;
But she as far surpasseth Sycorax
As great'st does least."

Sirius nodded. "You have passed my test." He said and held out his hand. Hello Remus, I am Sirius. My last name is Black, but I am very different from my family." Remus shook his hand and sat back down.

Sirius sat down as well and looked over at James, who had an utter state of confusion etched into his features. "Were you two just reciting Shakespeare....?"

They nodded and James blinked. "I'm smart but, wow. Shakespeare. I mean, I've read Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, and Macbeth, but that's just, wow."

"U-uh...um.. hi? C-can I please umm...s-sit...here...with...you...?" A nervous voice asked. Sirius looked over to see a small, wiry boy with sandy blond hair and gray-blue eyes. His eyes were darting everywhere and he fidgeted in fear.

"Yea...Sure...Course you can" chorused the three boys already sitting there.

"T-thanks. My name is P-peter Petigrew."

Peter had a slight stutter and seemed to be just a nervous boy in general. He quickly sat down next to Remus in the corner and immediately immersed himself in watching the scenery go by.

A few moments of awkward silence filled the compartment until Sirius got up and closed the door. "So," he said turning back to the group. "Who wants to play Truth or Dare?"

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That seems like a good note to end on. I doubt anyone is gonna read this right after I publish it, but expect another chapter soon.
~Meep