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Chapter 6: Arrival
James POV: Shrieking shack, 16th October
A week, 5 days of Sirius being on edge from Regulus’ arrival. He’s never concentrated in class, he doesn’t sleep as well, but not as alarming when he was with his parents. James is a bit worried for his best friend. He is an only child, he doesn’t know what it’s like to see a brother after years of not being able to properly. He doesn’t know what it’s like to love someone so much to be able to get crucioed for him. James is actually a bit sad about it. Even if he considers Sirius a brother and would get crucioed for him. He doesn’t have the childhood memories of when he was five with another kid. His parents always played with him.
Right now, Sirius is sleeping on Remus’ shoulder while the others play a game of ‘exploding snap’.
“Aren’t you worried of what might happen tomorrow?” Peter asks
“Yes! I win!” James explains and quiets down when both Remus and Peter glare at him for two entirely different reasons. “Sorry, didn’t mean to shout. And to answer your question Pet (pronounced ‘Peet’), yes but I’m sure that they can do it. And since Regulus comes here early, I suppose he will stay in our dorm since Sirius is his brother. So they kinda have to get on well.”
“How do you think Regulus really is?” Remus asks. “Every time Sirius talked about him was ever to insult him, say he’s just like Orion and Walburga or to cry about him.” Peter answers almost immediately.
“I think he’s like Sirius but a more sophisticated way.”
“I have no idea.” James answers.
“What are you talking about?” Asks Sirius, who’s slowly waking up.
“Nothing sweetheart, go back to sleep.” Remus answers, making Sirius lay down on his lap and slowly shooing him back to sleep.
They continue to play until the sun goes down and dinner is coming up. James and Peter leave Remus to wake Sirius up and start to leave towards Hogwarts.
“Riu, sweetheart, you have to wake up. We need to go eat.” Sirius just groans before trying to fall back asleep. “I know, I know but you have to keep the promise you made me in third year, remember? You promised me you would, at least, eat two meals a day. You only ate breakfast.” Sirius just keeps groaning and clinging to Remus. “If you come to eat with me, you’ll get kisses all night and can be the big spoon.”
Suddenly, Sirius gets up, takes Remus hands and starts running towards Hogwarts while Remus is being dragged, laughing behind him.
James POV: Great Hall, 17th October
It’s breakfast, in 8 hours, Regulus will be here. Dumbledore still hasn’t done the announcement that a French student will come today. Talking about that.
“Dear students, I-“ no one was listening, they didn’t hear him. “SILENCE.” Everyone hears him this time. “I have something to tell you. As you know, this year we do an exchange with the fifth year students from Beauxbatons. One student is coming early to our school, he is coming today and will be here at the end of the day. I demand that you respect and treat him correctly. The other student will arrive in a week, same as our students will leave in a week. Same demand, you will respect them and treat them correctly. If you don’t, big punishments will be given. Thank you all, enjoy your meal.”
“Professor, why does a student get to come a week early?” Asks a random student in Ravenclaw that James doesn’t know, what’s his name again? Arthur, Archie? Meh, who cares.
“Excellent question Mister Davies, our first student coming is a special student who asked us if he could come earlier. This student is Regulus Black, Sirius Black’ brother, which is why we accepted he arrives earlier than the other students.” Dumbledore answers.
Everybody talks between each other, Sirius Black’ brother is coming here today! Why hasn’t come to Hogwarts in first year?! What does he look like? Like Sirius? Is he hot? Tall? Muscled? I think you understand what’ happening.
Meanwhile Sirius is… Well, let’s say stressed.
“Come on Riu, you need to eat something, what will Regulus say if the first time he sees you, you can barely stand on your own.” Remus tries desperately to make him eat but it’s like Sirius doesn’t hear him at all, like he’s lost in his own world, his gaze blocked on the table.
You see when Sirius is anxious, he blocks himself in his head and won’t get out until he’s ready. So when James gets too worried, he does the only thing he can think about.
“OW! What the hell Prongs?!” Sirius wails as he suddenly holds his ankle in his arms.
“You were in your head!.” Is James justification.
“And that makes it alright to hit me?!”
“I’m sorry!”
“Yeah sure” Sirius snorts.
“I really am!”
James POV : History of magic, 17th October
James is bored out of his mind, Sirius is still ignoring him and he is in history of magic. At least in 15 minutes, he can eat. He takes his diary out and opens it to see lyrics being written on the page. But this time there are in French.
Échirolles centre, banlieue sud de Grenoble
Je m’appelle Leo, j’ai quinze ans
Dora, c’est ma pote, on est inséparables
J’ai pas d’job, moi je vis simplement
Le soir à Villeneuve, les grands frères et les gosses
Les terrains de wizarding skittles
Qui a eu tort, la raison du plus fort
Pour un regard en croix je suis mort
Toi, mon frère, dis-moi pourquoi
Ta vie continue sans moi ?
Dis-moi, pourquoi j’étais là
Un jour au mauvais endroit
Les soirées et les réunions
Je n'y retournerai pas
Ma vie s’est arrêtée là
Un jour au mauvais endroit
Dans la violence s’est brisée mon enfance
J’ai perdu l’existence et le sens
Dans les allées du parc Maurice Thorez
On a poignardé ma jeunesse
Qui a mis ça, la guerre dans nos quartiers
L’abandon, l’ennui, le mensonge
Des couteaux de combat dans les mains des gamins
Pour un regard en croix c’est la fin
Toi, mon frère, dis-moi pourquoi
Ta vie continue sans moi
Dis-moi, pourquoi j’étais là ?
Un jour au mauvais endroit
Les soirées et les réunions
Je n'y retournerai pas
Ma vie s’est arrêtée là
Un jour au mauvais endroit
Et c'est parce qu'ils étaient là
Un jour au mauvais endroit
Qu’ailleurs ici ou là-bas
Pour nos frères plus jamais ça !
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais)
Pour nos frères plus jamais ça !
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais)
Non, pour nos frères plus jamais ça !
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais)
Pour nos frères plus jamais ça !
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais)
Pour nos frères plus jamais ça !
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais, plus jamais ça)
(Plus jamais, plus jamais)
Okay
I didn’t understand anything
I guess it’s a sad but beautiful song
You guessed right.
Are you feeling sad?
Anxious actually.
sorry to hear that
what’s your song about
Me, my brother (frère=brother so you can see
it’s a big part of this song) and a bit of our childhood in France.
I would love to hear about that but the bell
just rang so I have to leave
we will talk about your childhood
in France a next time
Bye bye!
Au revoir James.
(Goodbye James)
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“Prongs, come on, I’m starving!” Peter complains.
“Yeah! Sorry, sorry!” James quickly closes his diary before putting everything in his bag and running out of the class. “Pads, seriously, I’m sorry! I didn’t want to hurt you that badly, I promise!” James wails because Sirius marches in front of him, clearly ignoring him.
“Yeah, sur-“ Sirius gets interrupted by Lily, Mary and Marlene, literally, running into them.
“Guys what are you doing, walking down the halls as if nothing’s important?!” Lily asks as soon as she sees its them.
“What are you talki-“ Sirius gets again interrupted by this time Marlene.
“Baby Black is here early, you can see his carriage from the windo-“ But Marlene, also, gets interrupted by Sirius running towards the South Courtyard. “Jerk.”
And then, they all start running behind Sirius, preparing themselves to meet Regulus Black. After 5 minutes of running through Hogwarts, they finally get there and are all now trying to get pass the students.
“Move out the way! Move!” Sirius screams before, finally passing through them and halting to a stop as he sees the carriage containing his brother, in front of him, starting to open, thanks to McGonagall already prepared with all the teachers and Dumbledore in a line not far away.
James is just behind Sirius when the door open to let a beautiful young looking man. He has dark curls falling around his pointy pale face. From where James stands, he can’t see much, but even from afar, he can see that Regulus is beautiful.
Nobody is talking, they are all watching this new face.
“Welcome Mr. Black, it’s a pleasure to welcome you to our school. I sure hope all the stares do not intimidate you, they are supposed to be in the Great Hall but your arriving made them exited. I will present you all of our teachers and your personal guide. Then we can go to the Great Hall for a good meal. I hope you had a good journey?” McGonagall asks.
“Thank you, I had a pleasant journey thank you for asking. And the stares don’t intimidate me at all, no worries.” Regulus replies politely.
“You have me reassured Mr. Black. I present myself, I’m Minerva McGonagall, the transfiguration teacher. You have here Albus Dumbledore, which you must already know, our headmaster. You have then Horace Slughorn, our potions professor.” And she continues to present all the teachers of Hogwarts, who, turn by turn, says hello to Regulus, who replies politely, mostly by a nod of the head.
“The elves already took your baggage and will deposit them depending on where you’ll sleep for the next week before moving in with your friends. Now, your guide will be your brother and his friends, since he can’t go anywhere without them.” At that, Regulus chuckled softly. “They will have the other half of the day to present and guide you through our school. Now let’s go eat. I hope you have a pleasant stay with us Mr. Black.”
“Please, call me Regulus.”
“No problem Regulus. If anything goes wrong, my door is always open.”
“Thank you professor.”
And with that, Regulus follows Professor McGonagall through the door while the other students follow them, ready to go eat. And Sirius, Sirius is frozen looking where his brother was last seen until Remus gently shakes him. And all four of them follow the other students, preparing for a tormenting lunch.