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Fic: One (James/Sirius, Any age)
Title: One
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heather11483
Pairing: James/Sirius
Rating: Any Age
Summary: Sirius and James arrive at Hogwarts.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
A/N: This is the first story for my James/Sirius table at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
7snogs. (There's a kiss in it, but not between both main characters. That'll change in later chapters. *g*) I decided to make this one a series, so this is part one of seven. Prompt table is here, and this is prompt #1, Uniform.
September 1972
(king's cross)
It’s warmer than Sirius thought it would be. His green sweater and starched shirt feel scratchy against his skin. When they arrive at King’s Cross and enter the crowd, he un-tucks the shirt, letting the tail dangle from beneath the finely-knit jumper. While he’s at it, he takes the opportunity to pull his hair back down onto his forehead, messing up the neat side part. He knows that Mother won’t fuss at him with so many people around to see. Besides, she and Father are leaving, anyway, just as soon as he’s through the barrier. They only came because Reggie’d wanted to see him off, and they can’t ever say no to him.
Gits.
Not that he particularly cares what they do. He’s been looking forward to getting out of that house all summer.
“I presume you have everything you need?”
“Yeah, I’ve got it.” Sirius nods, but doesn't look up. Father's probably not looking at him either, so.
“Well then,” Orion Black gives a curt nod as he backs away from platform nine, looking around at the Muggles in mild distaste. His wife is hanging back. He places a hand on Reggie’s slight shoulder to stop him running over to Sirius. “Do attempt not to make the family look bad in your first year.”
“Like I give a fuck,” Sirius mutters, relishing the word. His voice is barely audible over the din of the station and he knows it, but it still gives him a little thrill. He darts over to Reggie and ruffles up his hair quickly. “Later, git,” he says, before he runs back and grabs his trunk. He looks back to see Reggie duck his head and smile before glancing quickly at their father.
Once they’ve turned away, Sirius tilts his trunk so that he can roll it on its end, and wastes no time heading for the barrier. He's never been through it before, but that's no reason to be scared. There's something better on the other side, anyway.
"Oi! Dog-breath!" James is halfway over to Sirius before he slows down a bit, remembering to be cool. "Get lost on the way through, or something? Took you bloody long enough."
Sirius wants to grin from ear to ear when he sees his best mate; instead, he turns it into a snicker and flips up the appropriate finger, but snatches it back down hastily as James' mother hustles over. "Language, sweetheart."
"Mum, bloody's not a curse word," James says, and Sirius looks on as James reddens and rolls his eyes.
"I'm your mother, and I say it is," Mrs. Potter informs him archly, before her face softens and she smooths down James' cowlick. "You haven't forgotten anything, have you? Did you pack your --"
"Mum." James shakes his head insistently. "We went through all this already; I'm good, alright?"
"Alright." Mrs. Potter takes James' face in her hands as Sirius snickers at him from behind her back. He has to look away, though, when she kisses both his cheeks, his forehead. "Mum!! I mean it!"
"Oh, hush! Have a great year, love. Write if you need anything at all."
"Yeah; bye."
Sirius busies himself with his trunk as Mrs. Potter leaves, squeezing his shoulder as she passes. "Bye, Mrs. Potter."
"She's such a pain in my arse," James mumbles, looking around to see if anyone else witnessed the display of motherly affection. He scowls over at Sirius as he rubs his mother's kisses off his cheeks. "Wipe that smirk off your face, tosser."
"My mum never does that," Sirius says, with little inflection.
"Well, you're lucky." James hefts his owl cage and grabs the handle of his trunk.
It only takes a moment for Sirius to put a grin back on his face as he pushes a shock of hair out of his eyes. "Yeah," he says finally. "Lucky."
"C'mon, mate. It's our first year -- If we want to get good seats, we'll have to fight for them."
(hogwarts express)
Sirius crams another pumpkin pasty into his mouth, regardless of the fact that his stomach is beginning to ache from the sheer volume of sweets he's consumed since the squat lady with the pastries came rolling by their compartment earlier. Miraculously, they've managed to get the entire compartment to themselves, except for the odd, chunky kid sitting in the corner who's been sending furtive glances at the both of them since the train left the station.
He looks on as James beans another chocolate frog at the kid, this time hitting his shoulder. "Think we'll both end up in the same house?"
James hesitates a moment before he answers. "Dunno," he says, glancing at his friend. "Blacks're always in Slytherin."
"So? I'll do whatever the hell I want."
"Not sure it works that way, mate. Might not have a choice." James looks slightly worried, though, like maybe he hasn't thought about where they might be sorted until just now.
"We'll see." Sirius pauses. "Maybe you'll get sorted to Slytherin with me."
James gives a snort. "Not a chance. I'll be in Gryffindor, just like my whole family. Except for that uncle on my mum's side who went into Hufflepuff, anyway. Who knows what happened to him."
"Probably choked to death on badger dung."
"Nah; maybe one of them crawled up his arse."
They snicker as they spend a few more minutes imagining the untimely demise of James' unfortunate uncle. Every now and then, the blond boy in the corner gives a chuckle. Sirius reaches for another frog, glancing down at his sweater as he wipes a smear of chocolate off his hand.
"I hate green," he says, quietly.
James looks over at him. "Me too, mate."
(great hall)
Cissa's looking over at Sirius from her place among the other Slytherin sixth years, shocked that he's sitting two tables over. Even though he's every bit as shocked as she is, he sends his cousin a grin that she doesn't return. He thinks probably her shock isn't making her want to jump up and down in her seat the way his is.
He was prepared for Slytherin. Would've been stupid not to expect that, even if he'd been hoping for something else. Something that meant he wasn't the same as the rest of them.
They're sorting the L's now. A reedy, dusty-looking kid called Remus is being seated on the same stool Sirius was on, and the same raggedy hat is being placed on his head. As he watches, Sirius wonders if the kid knows that if you wish hard enough, you actually can get into the house you want. He's definitely going to tell James he was wrong about that, at the first opportunity.
When it's finally James' turn, he's sorted into Gryffindor as expected. Sirius is relieved; now that he's beaten the odds, he doesn't want James to. That would defeat the whole purpose of him wishing for Gryffindor. He grins as James quickly makes his way over to the table.
"Oi, budge up, will you?" James says to the girl with the flyaway red hair who was sorted not long after Sirius. She rolls her eyes and makes room even if she steps on his foot the moment he takes his place between her and Sirius. "Ow -- what was that for?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she says sweetly as Sirius snickers.
James squints at her before he turns to give Sirius a punch on the shoulder. "What d'you reckon?" he asks excitedly. "I thought sure you'd be in Slytherin, mate."
"Nah, I didn't," he lies with a scoff. "What did I tell you? I do what I want."
end part one
Author:
heather11483Pairing: James/Sirius
Rating: Any Age
Summary: Sirius and James arrive at Hogwarts.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
A/N: This is the first story for my James/Sirius table at
7snogs. (There's a kiss in it, but not between both main characters. That'll change in later chapters. *g*) I decided to make this one a series, so this is part one of seven. Prompt table is here, and this is prompt #1, Uniform.(king's cross)
It’s warmer than Sirius thought it would be. His green sweater and starched shirt feel scratchy against his skin. When they arrive at King’s Cross and enter the crowd, he un-tucks the shirt, letting the tail dangle from beneath the finely-knit jumper. While he’s at it, he takes the opportunity to pull his hair back down onto his forehead, messing up the neat side part. He knows that Mother won’t fuss at him with so many people around to see. Besides, she and Father are leaving, anyway, just as soon as he’s through the barrier. They only came because Reggie’d wanted to see him off, and they can’t ever say no to him.
Gits.
Not that he particularly cares what they do. He’s been looking forward to getting out of that house all summer.
“I presume you have everything you need?”
“Yeah, I’ve got it.” Sirius nods, but doesn't look up. Father's probably not looking at him either, so.
“Well then,” Orion Black gives a curt nod as he backs away from platform nine, looking around at the Muggles in mild distaste. His wife is hanging back. He places a hand on Reggie’s slight shoulder to stop him running over to Sirius. “Do attempt not to make the family look bad in your first year.”
“Like I give a fuck,” Sirius mutters, relishing the word. His voice is barely audible over the din of the station and he knows it, but it still gives him a little thrill. He darts over to Reggie and ruffles up his hair quickly. “Later, git,” he says, before he runs back and grabs his trunk. He looks back to see Reggie duck his head and smile before glancing quickly at their father.
Once they’ve turned away, Sirius tilts his trunk so that he can roll it on its end, and wastes no time heading for the barrier. He's never been through it before, but that's no reason to be scared. There's something better on the other side, anyway.
"Oi! Dog-breath!" James is halfway over to Sirius before he slows down a bit, remembering to be cool. "Get lost on the way through, or something? Took you bloody long enough."
Sirius wants to grin from ear to ear when he sees his best mate; instead, he turns it into a snicker and flips up the appropriate finger, but snatches it back down hastily as James' mother hustles over. "Language, sweetheart."
"Mum, bloody's not a curse word," James says, and Sirius looks on as James reddens and rolls his eyes.
"I'm your mother, and I say it is," Mrs. Potter informs him archly, before her face softens and she smooths down James' cowlick. "You haven't forgotten anything, have you? Did you pack your --"
"Mum." James shakes his head insistently. "We went through all this already; I'm good, alright?"
"Alright." Mrs. Potter takes James' face in her hands as Sirius snickers at him from behind her back. He has to look away, though, when she kisses both his cheeks, his forehead. "Mum!! I mean it!"
"Oh, hush! Have a great year, love. Write if you need anything at all."
"Yeah; bye."
Sirius busies himself with his trunk as Mrs. Potter leaves, squeezing his shoulder as she passes. "Bye, Mrs. Potter."
"She's such a pain in my arse," James mumbles, looking around to see if anyone else witnessed the display of motherly affection. He scowls over at Sirius as he rubs his mother's kisses off his cheeks. "Wipe that smirk off your face, tosser."
"My mum never does that," Sirius says, with little inflection.
"Well, you're lucky." James hefts his owl cage and grabs the handle of his trunk.
It only takes a moment for Sirius to put a grin back on his face as he pushes a shock of hair out of his eyes. "Yeah," he says finally. "Lucky."
"C'mon, mate. It's our first year -- If we want to get good seats, we'll have to fight for them."
(hogwarts express)
Sirius crams another pumpkin pasty into his mouth, regardless of the fact that his stomach is beginning to ache from the sheer volume of sweets he's consumed since the squat lady with the pastries came rolling by their compartment earlier. Miraculously, they've managed to get the entire compartment to themselves, except for the odd, chunky kid sitting in the corner who's been sending furtive glances at the both of them since the train left the station.
He looks on as James beans another chocolate frog at the kid, this time hitting his shoulder. "Think we'll both end up in the same house?"
James hesitates a moment before he answers. "Dunno," he says, glancing at his friend. "Blacks're always in Slytherin."
"So? I'll do whatever the hell I want."
"Not sure it works that way, mate. Might not have a choice." James looks slightly worried, though, like maybe he hasn't thought about where they might be sorted until just now.
"We'll see." Sirius pauses. "Maybe you'll get sorted to Slytherin with me."
James gives a snort. "Not a chance. I'll be in Gryffindor, just like my whole family. Except for that uncle on my mum's side who went into Hufflepuff, anyway. Who knows what happened to him."
"Probably choked to death on badger dung."
"Nah; maybe one of them crawled up his arse."
They snicker as they spend a few more minutes imagining the untimely demise of James' unfortunate uncle. Every now and then, the blond boy in the corner gives a chuckle. Sirius reaches for another frog, glancing down at his sweater as he wipes a smear of chocolate off his hand.
"I hate green," he says, quietly.
James looks over at him. "Me too, mate."
(great hall)
Cissa's looking over at Sirius from her place among the other Slytherin sixth years, shocked that he's sitting two tables over. Even though he's every bit as shocked as she is, he sends his cousin a grin that she doesn't return. He thinks probably her shock isn't making her want to jump up and down in her seat the way his is.
He was prepared for Slytherin. Would've been stupid not to expect that, even if he'd been hoping for something else. Something that meant he wasn't the same as the rest of them.
They're sorting the L's now. A reedy, dusty-looking kid called Remus is being seated on the same stool Sirius was on, and the same raggedy hat is being placed on his head. As he watches, Sirius wonders if the kid knows that if you wish hard enough, you actually can get into the house you want. He's definitely going to tell James he was wrong about that, at the first opportunity.
When it's finally James' turn, he's sorted into Gryffindor as expected. Sirius is relieved; now that he's beaten the odds, he doesn't want James to. That would defeat the whole purpose of him wishing for Gryffindor. He grins as James quickly makes his way over to the table.
"Oi, budge up, will you?" James says to the girl with the flyaway red hair who was sorted not long after Sirius. She rolls her eyes and makes room even if she steps on his foot the moment he takes his place between her and Sirius. "Ow -- what was that for?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she says sweetly as Sirius snickers.
James squints at her before he turns to give Sirius a punch on the shoulder. "What d'you reckon?" he asks excitedly. "I thought sure you'd be in Slytherin, mate."
"Nah, I didn't," he lies with a scoff. "What did I tell you? I do what I want."
end part one