Sirius Black · Y/n story by @idkman08

The Hogwarts Express rattled along the tracks, the Scottish Highlands bleeding past in a blur of green and grey. September 1st, 1994. The compartments were thick with the smell of pumpkin pasties and treacle tart, and the excited chatter of students returning to the only home that ever mattered.

Harry Potter

Sorry—everywhere else is full. Mind if we sit?

Ron Weasley

shoving past him Blimey, Harry, just get in before someone else nabs it!

Hermione Granger

behind them, slightly out of breath Honestly, Ron, we're not fleeing from a dragon.

The girl looked up slowly, closing her book. She didn't speak at first, just studied them—the boy with the scar, the tall redhead, the bushy-haired girl with the prefect badge pinned slightly crooked on her robes.

???

quietly There's room.