ok, 6th year for me so go by that to figure out what year you are all in.
we're on the train going to hogwarts right now.
im dating sarah so anyone else's relationships you can all figure out.
have fun!
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*sirius sat in an empy compartment and stared out the waindow. just watching as all of the moms and dads said goodbye to theire children.* goodbye, no one.
*he said to the window. it wasn't like he wanted his mom or dad to be outside the window waving goodbye to him, because he defenetly didn't! still though, it was always weird for sirius to see all of those families together...happy. the only thing that he had that was keeping him sane every lonely year was an amazing girl. Sarah Jones. he smiled just at the thought of her name. he closed his eyes, keeping the image and name of the one he loved in his head. he, after a few minutes of mind numbing calmness fell asleep.*
*it had been a while after sirius had fallen asleep when the Hogwarts Express had come to an abrupt and un called for stop. sirius's amazing dreams had been shooken to a stop when his face slammed into the ground. he let out a yell of pain and fealt his head, it felt odly warm. he looked at his hand and saw fresh blood. he cursed under his breath and looked at the ground to find shards of glass from his drink, and ice. ice usually didnt mean anything to sirius, until he remembered that it was a warm summers day. ice shouldnt be in a warm compartment room. one thing, it wasn't warm at all. he also noticed his breath in the air and that was impossible on a warm day.*
*he swallowed hard realizing what it was and almost immediatly sarah's image fell apart in his head. filling instead with hatred and darkness. he looked at his reflection in the window and saw behind him, a dark figure with a deathly looking hand sticking out from under the hooded figures cloak. he turned slowly to face the thing behind him even though deep down he already knew what it was. he saw it and new, a dementor from Askaban. he couldn't think, all he needed to do and knew he must do was defend himself. he tried to reach for his wand, tried to fight back, but it was no use his face and lips were draining of all color, of all sense of happiness. slowly, from his mouth came a whispe of light, a tiny ball of light. sirius lay still...very still. this wasnt the first time he had experienced the dementors kiss. somewhere in his past he recalled this empty feeling of death. his mind wanted to die. sirius's hand which had grabbed his wand in an attempt to save himself fell to his side. his eyes had long since lost their color and they had turned as white as snow as he looked helplessly at the dementor. blood from his forehead was the only color on his face, and even that was a small amount of color that now creeped into his hair. *
