Title: Platform 9 ¾
Author: Scarby
Disclaimer: I disclaim. Is that all? Well, what's the fuss about this whole disclaimer thingie? I mean, if it's FANfiction, then, obviously, it doesn't belong to *me*, a mere fan. So, why bother? (*Knock, knock.*) Hm.AGH! J. K. "I'm-Going-to-Rewrite-the-Entire-Fifth-Book-Just-to-Annoy-the-Fans" Rowling's lawyers! (Whimpers and hides) I disclaim, I disclaim!
WARNING: Herein, whether you like it or not, is going to be found SLASH. YAOI. GUYS LOVING OTHER GUYS. LOVE TRANSCENDING GENDER. So, don't flame me for reading this. If you continue after all the trouble I went to caps the warning and you still flame me, I'm going to flame you! Flame you an entire conflagration! After all, if you're too stupid to be unable to read this, then why are you reading my stuff anyways?
Serious couples, whether you want them or not: Remus/Sirius, Lily/James, Harry/Draco (at the end), Ron/Hermione (also at the end)
Summary: Ever wish you could be a fly on the wall to watch what happens? What about being the wall itself? MWPP.
Spoilers: Everything referring to MWPP, so, most likely, all the books through GoF. If you haven't read them, then how'd you end up with my story? And how do you live with yourself for not reading Harry Potter?! Go, shoo, read!
Note: Well, unlike what I usually write, not a bunch of angst 'round these here parts. Wouldn't make sense and all that jazz. Anyway, pretty fluffy, which usually makes me gag, but I think you'll be able to deal with this. If you want hard-on angst (0__0 dirty image!), go to my other story called "Promises, Nightmares, and Redemption". There, a plug. For my own story. I feel so dirty now.
Feedback: HELL YEAH! I'll take anything, even FLAMES to keep my ego up. Yes, I AM saying what you think I'm saying.Aie! Flame me! I dare you! HEE HEE.but I prefer regular criticism. So email me at [email protected]
Platform 9 ¾
~Year One~
"If these walls could talk." a professor muttered as she stalked over to break up another fight.
'.what wonders they would speak,' I finished silently, my nonexistent eyes staring at the bustle and laughter, the tears and yells emanating throughout the entire platform.
My unblinking eyes took in the scene around me. People hustling, luggage being stored, parents telling children to behave on threat of Howlers.
Must be the beginning of another Hogwarts school year, according to the goings-on upon Platform 9 ¾.
Since the day I was created, I have been staring at Platform 9 ¾ and will continue staring at it until the building collapses and I am allowed finally, permanently, blissfully to close my eyes.
Ah, but what stories these walls of mine could tell.
Unable to do otherwise, I stared at the people, listening and learning.
Students milled about, finding friends, meeting new people, all those pre- school dealings I've been an expert at for many decades by now.
Inexplicably, my sight was tugged to a small boy, obviously a first year, if only because I had never laid my eyes on him before. (And I forgot neither face, story, nor name.) He looked around nervously, wringing his small hands fretfully as he wound his way towards the train. His head faced his worn shoes, and scruffy light brown hair, gold streaking through the locks, hid his face from view, even mine.
Which could possibly be how he ran into the other boy.
The second boy, taller and pale-haired with a sharp face, stumbled backwards a step, even as the small brunette landed hard on his backside.
"Watch where you're going." The voice, even by someone so young, sounded cold, already uncaring. A voice I usually heard attached to, at least, a teenager, never a child.
"Sorry," the brunette replied, voice barely audible.
"What was that? Speak up, Mudblood. And Mudblood you must be, for *I* have never heard of you before, and *my* family knows of *all* the wizarding families." He sneered. "Even those of practically *servant* stature, unfortunately. Now, speak up."
"I-I'm.sorry." the boy barely managed to say, even quieter than before. He seemed about to cry.
The taller boy reached down and roughly hauled the other to his feet.
"You will speak when a Malfoy asks you a question, *Mudblood*." The voice remained harder than diamonds.
Before the other boy could answer, a tan hand spun the pale boy around and dealt the boy a sharp punch to his chilly lips.
"Malfoy. You will leave him alone. Go away now before I *really* lose my temper."
The Malfoy boy looked up at the black-haired boy, commanding as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Black," the fallen wizard spat. "Muggle-lover."
The other boy, Black, did a rather impressive imitation of a smirk, one he must have repeatedly practiced. There was no way an eleven-year-old could naturally smirk that well. Not that I've ever seen, at least. "Such a witty repartee, Malfoy. Got anything else?"
The other boy wiped the blood trickle from his mouth as he stood up, brushing himself off with as much dignity as he could, and stalked over to two large boys.
The Black boy, as tall as Malfoy but with carefree black hair and grey eyes, immediately set his sights on the other boy. He asked, "Alright there?"
The brunette nodded slightly, eyes downcast once more as he took a step towards the train. A hand on his shoulder stopped him, and he reluctantly turned to face the Black boy once more.
"Hey, I didn't get your name." He grinned. "I'm Sirius Black." And he thrust out his hand towards the smaller boy, who stared at it like a wild deer about to take flight.
"Hey now, I'm not gonna hurt you. Malfoy, there," he jerked his head towards the group, "he deserved it. He's a real prick. I just though you could use a little help there."
"Thanks," the brunette whispered, turning once more to the train.
Sirius bounded ahead of him eagerly. "Nuh-uh. Not getting away that easily. Not until I get a name." His smile broadened.
I immediately liked him.
"Why?" The new wizard took another step towards the train, most likely hoping to lose the exuberant boy at his side.
"Because." The other answered, as if it were a perfectly reasonable explanation.
The brunette stopped and looked at the boy at his side, really looked at him, for the first time since they had met. I saw now that his eyes were a brownish-amber.
Sirius stuck his hand out again. "I'm Sirius Black. And you are?"
The boy looked him in the eye and tentatively clasped his hand, to which I breathed a sigh of relief. I always loved new friendships.
"Remus Lupin," the small brunette replied. "Pleased to meet you." Now that he spoke a little louder and clearer, I heard a distinct lilt to his voice, accented with both the British and French way of speaking English. In his voice, it was simply.poetic.
At this, Sirius grinned even larger. "So, you can speak more than one word at a time!" Suddenly looking past the boy, Sirius added, "Now, you have to meet James. In three, two, o - "
"Sirius, you dog! Did you really?!"
A lanky body pounced onto Sirius, pulling the boy down into an impromptu wrestling match.
"Did I what, James? 'Cause you know I probably did!"
"You mutt, did you really clock Malfoy? And without me there, too!" The other boy, black-haired also but with glasses falling haphazardly off his nose, didn't wait for a response and crowed, "You did! And without me! Priceless! Wait for me next time!" He punched Sirius' arm before helping him back up. "Now, Siri, tell me why."
"Jamie, really! Not even a proper 'hello'?"
"Hello. Now, tell me why."
Sirius gestured at Remus standing awkwardly there. "James, this is Remus Lupin. Remus, this dolt here is James Potter."
James smiled, and my absent heart leapt. More friends for this poor boy!
"Glad to meet you, Remus." They shook hands, and Remus' mouth very gently upturned. Then, James turned back to Sirius. "Malfoy insult him?"
"Mm-hm."
"Thought so. Good. I'll deck him next time, though."
Sirius laughed. "If you're actually on time for once!"
Remus made to leave, but Sirius slung an arm around his shoulders, preventing his escape from the two. James got the idea and slung his own arm around the boy's other side, effectively trapping the boy with them.
"Now," Sirius said as they walked into the train and out of my sight, "seeing as I didn't actually see *why* the great Lucius Malfoy had you by the throat, why don't you explain it to us."
They boarded the train.
The whistle blew, the train leaving the platform.
***
The whistle blew, the train approaching the platform.
I sighed. 'Another school year gone.'
The platform, already with a few anxious parents, soon overflowed with students, a couple of professors, and luggage. An escaped owl hooted excitedly overhead.
"So, I thought we could get together over the summer, maybe take a camping trip or stay at someone's house or something."
"Oi! Brilliant, Jamie! When?"
"Dunno. When's everyone free?"
"I'm free all summer."
"Great, Pete. Siri?"
"Um.just the last week of July and the last two weeks of August. Remmie?"
Ah! They're back! And they picked up another friend. Looking closely, I saw the mousey boy to be one Peter Pettigrew, a name I only knew from overhearing a group of third years making fun of him back at the beginning of the school year.
Sirius had casually slung an arm around Remus, both looking exceedingly happy. I sighed contently; Remus seemed a little less skinny with a little more colour. I could even clearly hear him when he spoke.
"Um.almost all summer, I think. But that might change."
"Depends on your sick aunt, right?" James solemnly said.
For a moment, Remus furrowed his eyebrows in thought before quickly smoothing them once more. "Of course. She always needs my help."
"I don't see why you always have to go." Sirius looked sideways at his friend. "Every month, it seems."
"I'm the only one," he replied defensively.
"Hey, it's alright. Sirius is jus' runnin' his mouth off." James paused. "Like always."
"Like you're any better when you start on about Quidditch!"
"Oi! At least that's better than sheer babble."
"I do not 'babble'!" Sirius turned to Remus and started talking a mile-a- second. "I don't babble do I babble I don't really think I babble but if I do just tell me ok that's great that's why we're such great friends we tell each other everything and I'm ever so glad we're friends 'cause otherwise I would have been expelled and you would have never spoken to anybody over a book since you never stick your head out of the books and the entire group would have failed and you would never smile and that should be a sin to the world - " (*1)
"Alright, Sirius! I get your point."
And for the first time ever, I heard the boy laugh. It was magnificent, its bell-like tones echoing off my sensitive ears, ringing and dancing along until I laughed a nonexistent giggle.
At that laugh, Sirius' grin widened, as if he was as happy as I was to hear the boy's chuckling.
"OK, OK, back to square one," James interjected. "I'm only free the last two weeks of June and the last week of July. So, how 'bout the last week of July?"
"That sound fantastic," Peter agreed readily.
"Works for me," Sirius concurred.
"Remus?"
The boy had that look of concentration on his brows again.
"C'mon, Remus," Sirius prodded. "You love astronomy, and the stars'll be brighter. It's even supposed to be a full moon!"
Something clicked in Remus' face. "I'm sorry, but I can't. That's the week of my." a slight stumble followed by a quick recovery, "this family get- together thing we do every year, and I can't get out of it." He barked a quiet laugh. "Never can get out of it."
"Well, we could try a different week."
"'S alright, Sirius. You guys go and tell me all about it later."
"If you're sure."
"Absolutely."
"We'll miss you," Peter squeaked.
'What are you up to, my boy?' I thought as the cluster left the station together. 'What is your secret?'
The train whistle was silent.
(*1) I'm not making this up, but I can do that really well. Just go from on topic to another without hardly taking a breath. Takes a lot of skill. Or so I delude myself into thinking.
~Clamat, sed ubi asinus est?~
Author: Scarby
Disclaimer: I disclaim. Is that all? Well, what's the fuss about this whole disclaimer thingie? I mean, if it's FANfiction, then, obviously, it doesn't belong to *me*, a mere fan. So, why bother? (*Knock, knock.*) Hm.AGH! J. K. "I'm-Going-to-Rewrite-the-Entire-Fifth-Book-Just-to-Annoy-the-Fans" Rowling's lawyers! (Whimpers and hides) I disclaim, I disclaim!
WARNING: Herein, whether you like it or not, is going to be found SLASH. YAOI. GUYS LOVING OTHER GUYS. LOVE TRANSCENDING GENDER. So, don't flame me for reading this. If you continue after all the trouble I went to caps the warning and you still flame me, I'm going to flame you! Flame you an entire conflagration! After all, if you're too stupid to be unable to read this, then why are you reading my stuff anyways?
Serious couples, whether you want them or not: Remus/Sirius, Lily/James, Harry/Draco (at the end), Ron/Hermione (also at the end)
Summary: Ever wish you could be a fly on the wall to watch what happens? What about being the wall itself? MWPP.
Spoilers: Everything referring to MWPP, so, most likely, all the books through GoF. If you haven't read them, then how'd you end up with my story? And how do you live with yourself for not reading Harry Potter?! Go, shoo, read!
Note: Well, unlike what I usually write, not a bunch of angst 'round these here parts. Wouldn't make sense and all that jazz. Anyway, pretty fluffy, which usually makes me gag, but I think you'll be able to deal with this. If you want hard-on angst (0__0 dirty image!), go to my other story called "Promises, Nightmares, and Redemption". There, a plug. For my own story. I feel so dirty now.
Feedback: HELL YEAH! I'll take anything, even FLAMES to keep my ego up. Yes, I AM saying what you think I'm saying.Aie! Flame me! I dare you! HEE HEE.but I prefer regular criticism. So email me at [email protected]
Platform 9 ¾
~Year One~
"If these walls could talk." a professor muttered as she stalked over to break up another fight.
'.what wonders they would speak,' I finished silently, my nonexistent eyes staring at the bustle and laughter, the tears and yells emanating throughout the entire platform.
My unblinking eyes took in the scene around me. People hustling, luggage being stored, parents telling children to behave on threat of Howlers.
Must be the beginning of another Hogwarts school year, according to the goings-on upon Platform 9 ¾.
Since the day I was created, I have been staring at Platform 9 ¾ and will continue staring at it until the building collapses and I am allowed finally, permanently, blissfully to close my eyes.
Ah, but what stories these walls of mine could tell.
Unable to do otherwise, I stared at the people, listening and learning.
Students milled about, finding friends, meeting new people, all those pre- school dealings I've been an expert at for many decades by now.
Inexplicably, my sight was tugged to a small boy, obviously a first year, if only because I had never laid my eyes on him before. (And I forgot neither face, story, nor name.) He looked around nervously, wringing his small hands fretfully as he wound his way towards the train. His head faced his worn shoes, and scruffy light brown hair, gold streaking through the locks, hid his face from view, even mine.
Which could possibly be how he ran into the other boy.
The second boy, taller and pale-haired with a sharp face, stumbled backwards a step, even as the small brunette landed hard on his backside.
"Watch where you're going." The voice, even by someone so young, sounded cold, already uncaring. A voice I usually heard attached to, at least, a teenager, never a child.
"Sorry," the brunette replied, voice barely audible.
"What was that? Speak up, Mudblood. And Mudblood you must be, for *I* have never heard of you before, and *my* family knows of *all* the wizarding families." He sneered. "Even those of practically *servant* stature, unfortunately. Now, speak up."
"I-I'm.sorry." the boy barely managed to say, even quieter than before. He seemed about to cry.
The taller boy reached down and roughly hauled the other to his feet.
"You will speak when a Malfoy asks you a question, *Mudblood*." The voice remained harder than diamonds.
Before the other boy could answer, a tan hand spun the pale boy around and dealt the boy a sharp punch to his chilly lips.
"Malfoy. You will leave him alone. Go away now before I *really* lose my temper."
The Malfoy boy looked up at the black-haired boy, commanding as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Black," the fallen wizard spat. "Muggle-lover."
The other boy, Black, did a rather impressive imitation of a smirk, one he must have repeatedly practiced. There was no way an eleven-year-old could naturally smirk that well. Not that I've ever seen, at least. "Such a witty repartee, Malfoy. Got anything else?"
The other boy wiped the blood trickle from his mouth as he stood up, brushing himself off with as much dignity as he could, and stalked over to two large boys.
The Black boy, as tall as Malfoy but with carefree black hair and grey eyes, immediately set his sights on the other boy. He asked, "Alright there?"
The brunette nodded slightly, eyes downcast once more as he took a step towards the train. A hand on his shoulder stopped him, and he reluctantly turned to face the Black boy once more.
"Hey, I didn't get your name." He grinned. "I'm Sirius Black." And he thrust out his hand towards the smaller boy, who stared at it like a wild deer about to take flight.
"Hey now, I'm not gonna hurt you. Malfoy, there," he jerked his head towards the group, "he deserved it. He's a real prick. I just though you could use a little help there."
"Thanks," the brunette whispered, turning once more to the train.
Sirius bounded ahead of him eagerly. "Nuh-uh. Not getting away that easily. Not until I get a name." His smile broadened.
I immediately liked him.
"Why?" The new wizard took another step towards the train, most likely hoping to lose the exuberant boy at his side.
"Because." The other answered, as if it were a perfectly reasonable explanation.
The brunette stopped and looked at the boy at his side, really looked at him, for the first time since they had met. I saw now that his eyes were a brownish-amber.
Sirius stuck his hand out again. "I'm Sirius Black. And you are?"
The boy looked him in the eye and tentatively clasped his hand, to which I breathed a sigh of relief. I always loved new friendships.
"Remus Lupin," the small brunette replied. "Pleased to meet you." Now that he spoke a little louder and clearer, I heard a distinct lilt to his voice, accented with both the British and French way of speaking English. In his voice, it was simply.poetic.
At this, Sirius grinned even larger. "So, you can speak more than one word at a time!" Suddenly looking past the boy, Sirius added, "Now, you have to meet James. In three, two, o - "
"Sirius, you dog! Did you really?!"
A lanky body pounced onto Sirius, pulling the boy down into an impromptu wrestling match.
"Did I what, James? 'Cause you know I probably did!"
"You mutt, did you really clock Malfoy? And without me there, too!" The other boy, black-haired also but with glasses falling haphazardly off his nose, didn't wait for a response and crowed, "You did! And without me! Priceless! Wait for me next time!" He punched Sirius' arm before helping him back up. "Now, Siri, tell me why."
"Jamie, really! Not even a proper 'hello'?"
"Hello. Now, tell me why."
Sirius gestured at Remus standing awkwardly there. "James, this is Remus Lupin. Remus, this dolt here is James Potter."
James smiled, and my absent heart leapt. More friends for this poor boy!
"Glad to meet you, Remus." They shook hands, and Remus' mouth very gently upturned. Then, James turned back to Sirius. "Malfoy insult him?"
"Mm-hm."
"Thought so. Good. I'll deck him next time, though."
Sirius laughed. "If you're actually on time for once!"
Remus made to leave, but Sirius slung an arm around his shoulders, preventing his escape from the two. James got the idea and slung his own arm around the boy's other side, effectively trapping the boy with them.
"Now," Sirius said as they walked into the train and out of my sight, "seeing as I didn't actually see *why* the great Lucius Malfoy had you by the throat, why don't you explain it to us."
They boarded the train.
The whistle blew, the train leaving the platform.
***
The whistle blew, the train approaching the platform.
I sighed. 'Another school year gone.'
The platform, already with a few anxious parents, soon overflowed with students, a couple of professors, and luggage. An escaped owl hooted excitedly overhead.
"So, I thought we could get together over the summer, maybe take a camping trip or stay at someone's house or something."
"Oi! Brilliant, Jamie! When?"
"Dunno. When's everyone free?"
"I'm free all summer."
"Great, Pete. Siri?"
"Um.just the last week of July and the last two weeks of August. Remmie?"
Ah! They're back! And they picked up another friend. Looking closely, I saw the mousey boy to be one Peter Pettigrew, a name I only knew from overhearing a group of third years making fun of him back at the beginning of the school year.
Sirius had casually slung an arm around Remus, both looking exceedingly happy. I sighed contently; Remus seemed a little less skinny with a little more colour. I could even clearly hear him when he spoke.
"Um.almost all summer, I think. But that might change."
"Depends on your sick aunt, right?" James solemnly said.
For a moment, Remus furrowed his eyebrows in thought before quickly smoothing them once more. "Of course. She always needs my help."
"I don't see why you always have to go." Sirius looked sideways at his friend. "Every month, it seems."
"I'm the only one," he replied defensively.
"Hey, it's alright. Sirius is jus' runnin' his mouth off." James paused. "Like always."
"Like you're any better when you start on about Quidditch!"
"Oi! At least that's better than sheer babble."
"I do not 'babble'!" Sirius turned to Remus and started talking a mile-a- second. "I don't babble do I babble I don't really think I babble but if I do just tell me ok that's great that's why we're such great friends we tell each other everything and I'm ever so glad we're friends 'cause otherwise I would have been expelled and you would have never spoken to anybody over a book since you never stick your head out of the books and the entire group would have failed and you would never smile and that should be a sin to the world - " (*1)
"Alright, Sirius! I get your point."
And for the first time ever, I heard the boy laugh. It was magnificent, its bell-like tones echoing off my sensitive ears, ringing and dancing along until I laughed a nonexistent giggle.
At that laugh, Sirius' grin widened, as if he was as happy as I was to hear the boy's chuckling.
"OK, OK, back to square one," James interjected. "I'm only free the last two weeks of June and the last week of July. So, how 'bout the last week of July?"
"That sound fantastic," Peter agreed readily.
"Works for me," Sirius concurred.
"Remus?"
The boy had that look of concentration on his brows again.
"C'mon, Remus," Sirius prodded. "You love astronomy, and the stars'll be brighter. It's even supposed to be a full moon!"
Something clicked in Remus' face. "I'm sorry, but I can't. That's the week of my." a slight stumble followed by a quick recovery, "this family get- together thing we do every year, and I can't get out of it." He barked a quiet laugh. "Never can get out of it."
"Well, we could try a different week."
"'S alright, Sirius. You guys go and tell me all about it later."
"If you're sure."
"Absolutely."
"We'll miss you," Peter squeaked.
'What are you up to, my boy?' I thought as the cluster left the station together. 'What is your secret?'
The train whistle was silent.
(*1) I'm not making this up, but I can do that really well. Just go from on topic to another without hardly taking a breath. Takes a lot of skill. Or so I delude myself into thinking.
~Clamat, sed ubi asinus est?~