The Lonely RideSirius is a tall boy and always has been - always a few inches above the other children he knows his age. Almost as tall as his youngest cousin, Narcissa - and she is nearly five years older than he is. James is about an inch shorter than Sirius without taking into account his hair - a respectable height and still taller than many. Both boys are long and lanky, though James has a bit more definition to him than Sirius - at least as much definition as an average eleven year old can have (which is not much, but it's a start). James always rolls up his shirt sleeves, and always flexes his average muscles in a joking manner - because while he knows his arms are not much to look at, he also knows that he looks better than most his age and he certainly will let everyone know it and pretend he's not aware he is showing off.The Lonely Ride by scribblerian
Of course, having only just met James, Sirius has no idea that the boy is athletic. Despite the Quidditch talk that had dominated their train
Boats and Carriages"Firs' years!" shouts a gravelly voice. Looming above the crowds of students in the dark is a massive black shadow. It waves one arm over its head to get attention, not that it needs to - all new students are already staring at Rubeus Hagrid with a mixture of fear and fascination upon their faces. He is larger than any human could ever possibly be. One hand alone looks like it could crush somebody's skull. His hair and beard are fierce, making him look wild enough for the first years to hesitate.Boats and Carriages by scribblerian
The man holds a lantern and ushers the braver students towards a path. Through the trees Sirius can see the huge lake glistening, and a row of boats waiting for the students. He knows what this is, of course. He's been versed in everything to do with his arrival at Hogwarts, for his parents wanted him to retain his composure at all times and not show fear or confusion. He glances at the boats and then looks the other way, to where the older
The Sorting of Sirius BlackThere are many thoughts that plague eleven year old Sirius Black as he and James walk towards the castle. For the first time in his life, he is embarrassed of his family, embarrassed of his name. He is ashamed of the way Narcissa had acted earlier when she refused to allow James to ride in the carriage - she would sooner leave a boy standing alone in Hogsmeade in the dark, in the rain. And then there is the way James had lumped Sirius in with them as he'd proclaimed he'd rather freeze than ride in a carriage with Blacks, anyway - even as Sirius had argued on his behalf.The Sorting of Sirius Black by scribblerian
As James had walked away without a backwards glance, Sirius was left dumbfounded, offended, disgusted and ashamed. His guilt had him leaping out of the carriage to join the boy rather than leave him behind. He looks at James now and wonders why this boy had ever approached him in the first place. James Potter hates the Blacks, that much is clear - and perhaps it is with good reason af
I'm a SlytherinEveryone is staring at him.I'm a Slytherin by scribblerian
Even as the sorting goes on, the students at Hogwarts are no longer paying attention. Eyes dart to Sirius Black sitting hunched over the Gryffindor table, whispers are passed around. Sirius keeps his head down. He can't bear to look at his cousin Narcissa, nor at the Slytherin table in general. In all of his privileged life, he has never known such despair. He works hard to force down the lump in his throat.
He supposes it is a good thing he is sitting here at Hogwarts, away from his parents and the rest of the family. He thinks his mother might actually kill him if she were here. All he can think about is his cousin, Andromeda, who has recently been courted by a Muggleborn, and his mother's awful reaction to it - the hatred that spews from her mouth, the disgust in her voice. The way she glares at the family tapestry on the wall, seething over the blemish upon the Black name. Because while Andromeda is n
The Sorting of Severus Snape"Gryffindor!"The Sorting of Severus Snape by scribblerian
The word is crushing to Severus. There goes his best friend - Lily Evans. She is taking the sorting hat off of her head now, and her eyes go straight to his. Her face is red and she is biting her lower lip, eyebrows knit together in worry. Severus knows her well enough to see that she is trying not to cry. She is supposed to be a Slytherin. It is the house he'd told her about, the one he knew he'd be going into. His mother was a Slytherin, and he is aware of his own cunning enough to see that it is the house for him as well. And he knows that Lily is smart, that she belongs there too. She is just like him, he knows. They're best friends, and they are alike and the same. He knows they are. He swears they are.
Slowly, she slides off the stool and heads towards the Gryffindor table.
He watches her go and feels like running after her. He can't lose her! She is the only one who matt
Prompt: Whomping WillowIt was last year - their very first at Hogwarts - when Sirius Black and James Potter served their first detention. In the months that followed they accrued many more as the result of their pranks and rule breaking. There had been the one night when they'd dared little Peter Pettigrew to enter the lake naked. "Nobody will see you," Sirius had said. "Everyone's in bed." And indeed, he was right, but they still got caught the next day when Peter ended up in the hospital wing with a dreadful cold. (They had, after all, refused to give him his robes back for a full hour.) And of course, there was the night they'd snuck into the broom shed. "First years are not allowed broomsticks for a reason, Mr Potter!" McGonagall had barked sharply as she led them back to the castle in the middle of the night. But James's face had been flushed with joy from their broomstick romp, and he hadn't minded the detention so much. Then there were the daPrompt: Whomping Willow by scribblerian
Prompt: RegulusAs they take their seats at the Gryffindor table, James watches Sirius. His friend has been unnaturally silent ever since they'd met up at Platform Nine and Three Quarters that morning.Prompt: Regulus by scribblerian
On the train, before Remus and Peter joined them, James had wasted no time in asking Sirius why he was so tense.
"My brother's starting this year," he'd told James, nodding towards their compartment window as a well-dressed boy walked by. "Regulus," Sirius added as the boy glanced at them through the glass. His eyes briefly ran over Sirius and crossed to James, where they lingered for a moment. Then he'd spared a quick look at Sirius once more, and then he was gone. Sirius knew that Regulus was curious about James Potter - the boy their mother often complained about at dinner, and blamed for Sirius's rebellious ways. He'd looked at James after his brother passed, hoping James hadn't noticed the way Regulus had gawked.
Of course James, sharp and observant, had noticed.
Prompt: MirrorsPeter hates those mirrors. He hates the private conversations that James and Sirius have on them. He hates even the idea of them - that the two must always be in contact with each other, always talking, never able to be apart for even one evening while the other serves a detention. He hates the private jokes, intimate secrets; he hates the fact that the two always have them on hand, that they can't bear the thought of losing their line of contact when apart.Prompt: Mirrors by scribblerian
Mostly, he hates that he doesn't have one, that he is - once again - left out of things. Although it isn't personal - Remus doesn't have one, either. But he would give anything for a friendship like theirs, and its rather hard to be so very close to having it - to be a part of an actual group, one that is adored - that he has to witness the two constantly - and yet despite being a part of it, feeling so very alone.
He tries to get closer with Remus, sometimes. But Remus doesn't seem