Rage

Remus started. A Black? He had heard of them, of course, but he didn't seem like a Black. The Blacks were supposed to be fear inspiring, to command respect. To be cruel and dark and mean. To be insane. How could this terrified 11-year-old be a Black?

He was certainly handsome, Remus couldn't deny. With sharp cheekbones and a strong chin. A well-defined jaw and beautiful ocean blue eyes. His ebony hair fell to the bottom of his jaw and curled at the ends. He was thin, but not skinny like Remus, with broad shoulders and perfect posture. He wore expensive looking robes and had an upper-class accent. It almost made Remus self-conscious, but he stopped caring what people thought of him a long time ago.

Romulus let out a small whistle across from him, "I thought Blacks were scary."

"Well," Sirius said, a little defensively, "I'm not like them. I don't want the power, the money, or the name. But I don't have a choice, so I hope you don't beat the shit out of me, because I'm not dark like them"

He spoke the last word with such venom, Remus was surprised he didn't spit any.

"Wow, okay, calm down there du, we mean no harm," Romulus laughed. (black)

"Yeah, du difrifol," Remus said with a laugh of his own. Why not play along?

"What are you guys saying? You're insulting me, aren't you?" Sirius asked with skepticism, and a little hurt.

"Nac, nac, that's just your name! du difrifol means serious black. As in the normal spelling for 'Sirius'. So, we have decided to call you that," Romulus said. 

"Okay, and what does 'nac' mean?" he asked in interest.

"Nac means 'no'" Remus supplied. There was a knock at the door. All three heads snapped up. Soon enough the door opened to show two 11-year-old boys.

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James was getting tired of it. All compartments were jam-packed. He was knackered, and just wanted to find a place to sit, for flippin hell. He got his wish. There was a compartment with only three people in it, all looked young, and happy, and fine, so why not.

There were a few reasons why not, but he didn't notice them. He looked at Peter for agreement. He nodded, and he knocked, then blew caution to the wind, and opened the door. That's when he realized who was in the compartment and froze. 

Oh bollocks, he thought, I'm about to die. There were the brothers who he had watched beat the living daylights out of two people that by appearance, were much stronger. And the Black heir. He was going to die. 

"What is it, James?" Peter asked behind him. The brother with the amber eyes gave him a manic grin. He looked like he was about to murder him. Wait, the amber eyed one beat Snape like that, if he wasn't mistaken.

Then, the blues eyed twin, the one who seemed to have a little more mercy, swatted at his arm.

"Rhoi'r gorau i'w dychryn nid ydych wallgof," he said.

"Rhoi'r gorau i siarad Cymraeg, byddwch yn ei ddrysu," Amber eyes replied. Blue eyes blew out a long whistle.

"Hypocrite," Blue eyes said exasperatedly, "Well don't just stand there, in or out, your choice. I'm Romulus, that's Remus," he pointed to amber eyes, "and that's Sirius," he pointed to the black-haired kid in the corner, "who are you?" 

James hated that he noticed that they had lower class accents, but he did. They also wore worn second-hand robes, and had horrible posture, at least from his perspective. They were no-doubt that they were intelligent, or at least streetwise. They seemed to scan him, finding all about his personality, what type of person he is, and what his weaknesses were.

"I'm alright if they sit," Sirius said.

"I agree with du," Remus said.

"What's 'du'?" James asked.

"'du' means black," Remus said simply. It was weird how hypnotic his accent is.

"Who's that behind you trying to hide? Just so you know, un byr, you're not doing a good job of hiding there," Remus said, a smirk on his face. James had yet to see him actually smile. A real, happy, bright smile. He hadn't seen it on anyone in the compartment. 

"O-oh, u-um, I... I'm Peter, P-Peter Pettigrew," Peter said behind him. Since when did Pete stutter? Oh, I don't know James, maybe since you brought him into a compartment with a Black, and two twins who just beat the shit out of some kids who had at least looked like they were stronger. James internally rolled his eyes at himself.

"Wow, took some time to spit that out, huh un byr?" Remus asked. When he said 'wow', it came out as 'waw'.

James suddenly felt a surge of courage. No one, and he meant no one, talked to his friend like that. 

"Stop calling him that unless you're going to tell me what it means," he spoke defiantly, daring them to fight. 

They did not fight him. 

They laughed.

Laughed.

How embarrassing. He felt his Gryffindor courage start to slip away as he desperately tried to hold on to it, because if it wasn't courage he was feeling... his cheeks turned red as he flushed with embarrassment.

"Please, pedwar llygad, we were calling him 'short one' for ffyc sakes," Romulus wheezed. All of a sudden, the tension broke, and they had a wonderful ride to Hogwarts. The twins teased and bickered with each other, he and Pete played Gobstones, Sirius egged on both pairs with clever insults. They all broke into hysterics when Remus called Sirius a pimple casgen, which Romulus translated to 'butt pimple'

Little did any of them know that this friendship would last a lifetime.