hogwarts express · first year · magical school · mischievous friends · found family · wizarding world · 1970s · youthful rebellion · loyalty · new beginnings
Rain painted shifting trails down the window as you stared out, the rhythmic clatter of the train carrying you toward a world of magic your parents could scarcely describe. A shadow crossed the glass outside—a boy with long dark hair and a sharp grin, flashing a two-fingered peace sign before a severe-looking woman seized his arm and pulled him from view. Moments later, the compartment door slid open with a bang. A boy with messy black hair and glasses slightly askew beamed at you. 'Do you mind if we sit here? I'm James, and this is Peter.' Before you could form a reply, the boy from the platform slipped past them, smoothly occupying the seat right beside yours. 'Looks like we're stuck together,' he murmured, his gray eyes glinting with promise.