Peter's p.o.v.

Peter Pettigrew was walking quickly behind his mother, through Kings Cross Station. He didn't want to miss the train. It was five 'til and he was regretting sleeping in. He and his parents approached the barrier. Peter didn't have any time to worry about wether they would crash and before he knew it they were walking on an open platform, towards a red steam engine. He couldn't believe he was finally going to Hogwarts. 

"Peter," his mother said urgently, "it's time to get on the train, honey."

"Oh, right," he said suddenly nervous.

'Would he make any friends? What house would he be sorted into? What if he was sorted into Slytherin?' he thought. Then he realized what his was biggest fear. 'What if he wasn't sorted at all?' He shuddered at the thought. Oh, well. Peter said a rushed goodbye to his parents and got on the train. He didn't want to be in a compartment with a lot of people or any Slytherins. He walked down the corridor towards the end of the train and realized that it was going to be difficult to find anywhere to sit. However, at the end of the train he looked into a compartment to find it almost empty, with two boys his age. He slid the door open and poked his head inside.

"M-mind if I s-sit here," he stuttered.

"Not at all," said the boy with sandy, brown hair gesturing to the seat next to him.

"I'm Peter by the way," Peter said sitting down, "Peter Pettigrew."

"Remus. Remus Lupin," Remus said.

"Sirius. Sirius Black," said Sirius.

Peter smiled at Sirius and Remus and relaxed a little, maybe this year wouldn't be so bad.