Sirius p.o.v.

Sirius Black was walking through Kings Cross Station. He couldn't wait to get on the train and away from his parents. His mom was walking just behind him and was going over what he could and could not do. It wasn't anything new to him. His mother often went through the rules that he was to follow. His parents were pure-blood extremists. He didn't believe anything like that though. 

His mother continued, "Sirius, are you listening to me?" 

"Yes, Mother," he said.

He wasn't listening though. He didn't want to be associated with the people his mother was telling him to be with. He hoped he would make friends with the people his mother was telling him to stay away from. Sirius lined up with the barrier and ran straight through. His mother walking through behind him. He saw the scarlet steam engine, The Hogwarts Express, his ticket to freedom. 

"Remember what I told you, Sirius," his mother said, "don't go hanging around those mud bloods and blood traitors, ok?" 

"Ok, Mother," he said.

He pulled his trunk off the trolley and started to drag it away from his mother and towards the train.

"Bye, Mother," he said getting on the train.

Sirius walked down the corridor of the train trying to find a compartment that wasn't full and didn't have people his mother wanted him to sit with. He got to the back of the train and found a compartment that was empty except for a boy his age. Sirius slid open the door and put his head in.

"Hey, mind if I sit here?" Sirius asked uncertainly.

"Not at all," said the boy.

Sirius came in, sliding the door shut behind him, and sat down across from the boy.

"My name's Remus. Remus Lupin," Remus said.

"Sirius. Sirius Black," Sirius said.

Sirius saw something flash across Remus's face when Sirius mentioned his last name, but neither boy said anything about it. Sirius wondered if he would be able to become friends with the type of people he wanted to because of his last name. All Sirius' family had been in Slytherin and he knew that was the last place he wanted to end up.