That's what friends are for
--- PoV Sirius ---
As is often in the past few days, I’m sitting on the window sill in the South Tower in Hogwarts. Not so long ago, I was still living at home - ‘at the noble and most ancient House of Black’. My parents are - of course - big supporters of the upcoming Dark Lord, who calls himself Lord Voldemort. They aren’t Death Eaters, no, but they give all their money and power to help him.
My head’s resting against the window, a bit of parchment in my hand - a letter from my so called family. Family... They aren’t my family anymore. They have left me alone in this world. I mean, I’m a Gryffindor and I’m a Black. That’s not easy combined. The Slytherins (who are, in fact, just like me - from dark families) hate me because I’m in Gryffindor. The Gryffindors hate me just because I am a Black. Why can’t anything be easy for me at least ONCE?! Why has the world gone to Sirius hating? What have I done do deserve such a treatment?
I know these aren’t any thoughts a twelve-year-old should have, but I can’t help it. I look at the parchment in my hand. It’s a letter I got from my mother today. She has just heard from one of her closest friends, a Snape, that I had gotten into Gryffindor. Well, I can’t really say it’s a letter. It just says: Heard from Eileen you’re a Gryffindor. I don’t want a Gryffindor in my family. Consider yourself disowned.
Tears are floating from my eyes as I read those words again. My family doesn’t want me anymore, nobody wants me. I do not notice that the letter has fallen onto the floor. I’m just crying like I have never cried before.
--- PoV James ---
I’ve watched him since he came to Hogwarts. Sirius Black. He doesn’t seem like the typical sort of Black. Today I saw his look of total desperation when he received a letter. I wouldn’t be a Potter if I was not curious. So I’ve taken my Invisbility Cloak and I followed the young Black upstairs. Now I’m just waiting for the perfect moment to show myself.
I’d just been watching, but then Sirius did something I had not expected. He read the letter and then he just begin crying. The letter drops to the floor and as quiet as I can I bend down and pick it up.
I gasp as I read it. I cannot believe it. My parents wouldn’t have done something like this even if I had become the most slytherinisque Slytherin in the whole of Hogwarts. I fist my hand around the letter and let my Invibility Cloak drop to the floor. Sirius doesn’t notice me. Slowly I step up behind him and lay my hand on his shoulder - slowly and gently. He jerkes around, wand at the ready, but I just smile.
My other hand finds its way to his face and cups his cheek. My thumb slowly wipes the tears away. “I’m sorry,” is all I have to say.
--- PoV Sirius ---
I’m shocked! James Potter just said that he’s sorry. I can’t believe it. I've never even dreamt about it. I mean, he’s James Potter the most popular first year in Gryffindor - if you don’t count Lily Evans. I’ve always envied him. He has everything I don't: friends - his best friends are our dormmates; Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew - and a family... even the upper grades admire him.
”What are you doing here?” My voice sound really hoarse.
He smiles. “I’m here to help you.”
“Why?”
His smile grows wider. “That’s what friends are for.” And then he hugs me.
--- PoV end ---
As Sirius wakes up the next morning, he can't believe what happened last night. Today, he will be alone, as every other day this week, this year, and the following years. Outside of his curtains he hears laugther. It seems that James, Remus and Peter are having fun.
Suddenly, his curtains are drawn back and the smiling form of James Potter bends over him. “Wakey, wakey, Sirius!” His smile becomes a grin. “Oh, you’re awake. So get up! We want to go down to breakfast.”
Sirius eyes widen. “What...?”
Remus and Peter are just as confused as Sirius. “James, can we...?”
James laughs. “We can’t. We have to wait for Sirius. And if he isn’t out of bed in the next ten minutes, then I'll prank him into the next dimension.”
On Sirius’ face a grin appears. He leaps out of his bed and hurries into the bathroom. He looks in the mirror and jumps as another face appears in it. “Thanks.” He says to the boy directly behind him.
James just shakes his head. “There is nothing to thank me for, Sirius. That’s what friends are for.”
The End
A/N: James and Sirius aren’t friends at first sight in my story... It’s the end of September when Sirius gets his letter and James becomes his friend. I think that James must have heard about the reputation of the Black family beforehand and that it wasn’t quite as easy to become a friend of Sirius. In fact, I think that most of the Gryffindors just hated Sirius at the beginning. I mean, he’s the eldest son of one of the darkest families in the world. If you don’t agree with that, then don’t start reading this fanfic because it’s MY idea of how Sirius and James became friends.
Btw I’m ignoring that Sev’s a halfblood! ;)
As is often in the past few days, I’m sitting on the window sill in the South Tower in Hogwarts. Not so long ago, I was still living at home - ‘at the noble and most ancient House of Black’. My parents are - of course - big supporters of the upcoming Dark Lord, who calls himself Lord Voldemort. They aren’t Death Eaters, no, but they give all their money and power to help him.
My head’s resting against the window, a bit of parchment in my hand - a letter from my so called family. Family... They aren’t my family anymore. They have left me alone in this world. I mean, I’m a Gryffindor and I’m a Black. That’s not easy combined. The Slytherins (who are, in fact, just like me - from dark families) hate me because I’m in Gryffindor. The Gryffindors hate me just because I am a Black. Why can’t anything be easy for me at least ONCE?! Why has the world gone to Sirius hating? What have I done do deserve such a treatment?
I know these aren’t any thoughts a twelve-year-old should have, but I can’t help it. I look at the parchment in my hand. It’s a letter I got from my mother today. She has just heard from one of her closest friends, a Snape, that I had gotten into Gryffindor. Well, I can’t really say it’s a letter. It just says: Heard from Eileen you’re a Gryffindor. I don’t want a Gryffindor in my family. Consider yourself disowned.
Tears are floating from my eyes as I read those words again. My family doesn’t want me anymore, nobody wants me. I do not notice that the letter has fallen onto the floor. I’m just crying like I have never cried before.
--- PoV James ---
I’ve watched him since he came to Hogwarts. Sirius Black. He doesn’t seem like the typical sort of Black. Today I saw his look of total desperation when he received a letter. I wouldn’t be a Potter if I was not curious. So I’ve taken my Invisbility Cloak and I followed the young Black upstairs. Now I’m just waiting for the perfect moment to show myself.
I’d just been watching, but then Sirius did something I had not expected. He read the letter and then he just begin crying. The letter drops to the floor and as quiet as I can I bend down and pick it up.
I gasp as I read it. I cannot believe it. My parents wouldn’t have done something like this even if I had become the most slytherinisque Slytherin in the whole of Hogwarts. I fist my hand around the letter and let my Invibility Cloak drop to the floor. Sirius doesn’t notice me. Slowly I step up behind him and lay my hand on his shoulder - slowly and gently. He jerkes around, wand at the ready, but I just smile.
My other hand finds its way to his face and cups his cheek. My thumb slowly wipes the tears away. “I’m sorry,” is all I have to say.
--- PoV Sirius ---
I’m shocked! James Potter just said that he’s sorry. I can’t believe it. I've never even dreamt about it. I mean, he’s James Potter the most popular first year in Gryffindor - if you don’t count Lily Evans. I’ve always envied him. He has everything I don't: friends - his best friends are our dormmates; Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew - and a family... even the upper grades admire him.
”What are you doing here?” My voice sound really hoarse.
He smiles. “I’m here to help you.”
“Why?”
His smile grows wider. “That’s what friends are for.” And then he hugs me.
--- PoV end ---
As Sirius wakes up the next morning, he can't believe what happened last night. Today, he will be alone, as every other day this week, this year, and the following years. Outside of his curtains he hears laugther. It seems that James, Remus and Peter are having fun.
Suddenly, his curtains are drawn back and the smiling form of James Potter bends over him. “Wakey, wakey, Sirius!” His smile becomes a grin. “Oh, you’re awake. So get up! We want to go down to breakfast.”
Sirius eyes widen. “What...?”
Remus and Peter are just as confused as Sirius. “James, can we...?”
James laughs. “We can’t. We have to wait for Sirius. And if he isn’t out of bed in the next ten minutes, then I'll prank him into the next dimension.”
On Sirius’ face a grin appears. He leaps out of his bed and hurries into the bathroom. He looks in the mirror and jumps as another face appears in it. “Thanks.” He says to the boy directly behind him.
James just shakes his head. “There is nothing to thank me for, Sirius. That’s what friends are for.”
The End
A/N: James and Sirius aren’t friends at first sight in my story... It’s the end of September when Sirius gets his letter and James becomes his friend. I think that James must have heard about the reputation of the Black family beforehand and that it wasn’t quite as easy to become a friend of Sirius. In fact, I think that most of the Gryffindors just hated Sirius at the beginning. I mean, he’s the eldest son of one of the darkest families in the world. If you don’t agree with that, then don’t start reading this fanfic because it’s MY idea of how Sirius and James became friends.
Btw I’m ignoring that Sev’s a halfblood! ;)