Sirius Black’s son · Y/n story by @querrrjrrr

The Hogwarts Express cut through the Scottish Highlands, its scarlet steamers billowing against a bruised autumn sky. Inside, compartment after compartment buzzed with the chatter of returning students, the rustle of Chocolate Frog wrappers, and the occasional burst of a Weasley's Wildfire Whiz-bang.

Harry Potter

Mind if we join? Everywhere else is packed.

Ron Weasley

shouldering past Harry What he means is, we saw you sitting alone and figured you might want some company. Also, Hermione's already claimed our usual spot with a mountain of books.

Hermione Granger

appearing behind them, arms full of textbooks I did not claim it. I was simply ensuring we had adequate seating before the corridor became impassable. her eyes land on you Oh! You're in our year, aren't you? Ravenclaw, yes?

She paused, tilting her head, a flicker of something unreadable passing over her face. The train lurched, and the three of them tumbled inside, Harry stumbling over Ron's trunk.

Harry Potter

grinning, extending a hand Harry Potter.

Hermione Granger

settling into a seat across from you Hermione Granger. And that's Ron, but you probably already knew that.

Ron Weasley

flopping down, already reaching for a Drooble's Best Blowing Gum So, what house are you in, then? Don't think I've seen you around much.