The witch and the Boy
She was a witch.
The problem was, in his world, saying that didn't sound offensive. Sirius knew that, because he had grown up in such a magical environment, that any Muggle reference was sacrilege.
This is where his second major conflict lay: He loved Muggle stuff, not to the point of being a fan, but enough to cover his room with posters of the Rolling Stones or Zeppelin. Something that got on the nerves of “the witch”, who, every time she entered his room, was in charge of destroying every poster.
“Sirius Black III, come here now!
It was almost daily calls for attention and, “the witch”, if she was on one of her bad days, applied more violent methods to make her commands understood.
In any case, Sirius, whenever he saw her leave her room gracefully, would get up and pick up the pieces of her posters from the floor. Filled with anger, he would take to gluing each piece back together and re-hanging them on the walls.
It meant a great relief to him when he learned the repair spell (but that's another story we won't tell in this one).
“You should stop pissing off Mom” Regulus, his younger brother, advised. “You know how everyone who doesn't obey her ends up.”
“Fuck you, Regulus! I know the decisions I make, okay?”
Their family situation was never the best, that's why the day the Hogwarts letter arrived; Sirius jumped with happiness, his mother sighed in relief and Regulus smiled, anxious not to have his brother bothering him anymore.
With ticket in hand, the very short hair he hated so much, wearing Muggle jeans and a black leather jacket, which was too big for him, but that worked to continue making his mother angry; Sirius said goodbye, without kisses or hugs, and went running inside the Hogwarts Express, looking for an empty cabin, but instead, in the penultimate one of the whole run, he found one where a shy-looking boy was reading a book.
He entered with a confident air, set his suitcase on the shelves without thinking too much about it, stretched out his hand with a huge smile and introduced himself:
“Hello! I'm Sirius and you?”
The boy raised his head from his book and Sirius immediately noticed the scars that covered his face. He knew he was thin himself, but the boy was long and scrawny. After a moment's hesitation, the boy smiled subtly and shook his hand.
“Remus… I'm Remus Lupin.”
Through the door, two other boys entered; one flattened, fearful of his surroundings and, the one accompanying him, possessed the same haughty smile as Sirius. They instantly hit it off.
“Hi! I'm James Potter and this is Peter Pettigrew” he said in a friendly greeting, getting the other two boys to respond with their respective names, “Which house do you think you're going to? If they put me in Slytherin, I guess I'd end up leaving school, don't you think so too?”
James dropped his suitcase, turned around and locked eyes with Sirius. “Oh, I love your jacket!”
Damn. He fucking liked that boy James, and he was sure that Peter, behind his looks, was braver than he thought, and Lupin, when he stopped focusing on his reading, had several interesting stories to tell.
At last, he arrived at Hogwarts.
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