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Dimming Light, Prolonged Fight

Chapter 1: One Beginning of Many

This is probably going to be a big story tbh. It'll be divided into sections of years! (This probably won't gain much attraction but I needed to write it out). There will be OCs riddled throughout but none of them have much impact on the plot besides as somewhat background characters.

This series will be moreso on the angsty side as the MC's personality adapts and changes over the years. If this story does blow up I'll hold multiple polls for love interests, if it doesn't blow up I'll keep everything platonic.

There will also be some All The Young Dudes references but it does NOT follow the actual story.

This chapter is short, its just an opening to see how it all goes

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The train station was bustling with life as you push your trolley of luggage. This was it, your first year of Hogwarts. You've been preparing for your whole life to attend the prestigious school!

Your parents, both purebloods who were far from as noble as the Blacks, were ecstatic. They threw a party and invited the family's closest friends. It was a fun night that night, you were always quite social.

You enter platform 9 and 3/4. You look around, these are the students you will spend your time in Hogwarts with this year! You could scream and jump around now, you won't, you aren't that weird, but you are doing it in your head.

Entering the train there were few compartments left for you to sit in, you manage to find an empty one and put your luggage away, keeping your white cat - Empress - by your side.

Sitting down your nerves start to set in, you're usually never away from your family for long. A month at most. But a whole year? It'll be okay.. you're sure of it.

... What if you suck at magic and fail all your classes? Merlin, you hoped that wouldn't happen. It shouldn't. Your parents have taught you since the moment you came out!

Patting Empress's fur your leg bounces, you couldn't do this. You needed a distraction before you freak out.

Stepping out of the carriage with Empress in your arms you look for someone to socialise with. You needed to talk with someone, to distract yourself from such dreadful thoughts.

Every carriage looks full and cheery, you weren't going to barge in and disrupt them.

Thats when you see it. Three boys leaving a carriage, two walking down to another carriage and one walking past you, glancing at the cat in your arms before continuing... Strange. He looked familiar.

You peer into the carriage the three had just left and a smile creeps its way onto your face. Inside was a boy your age with scars on his face. Cool. Maybe he fought a battle?

You enter and sit in front of him. He looks startled, then confused, then wary. You watched keenly as his face rearranges with each conflicted emotion crossing his freckled and scarred face.

"Hi! I'm Y/N L/N, this is my cat Empress! I'm training her to be the smartest cat in the world so she can overthrow the ministry and become the ruler of Earth!" You state, holding your spaced-out cat out like it's a trophy.

The boy just stares. And stares. And stares.

Your nerves start to take over and you feel a bit uncomfortable, but you persist. Maybe he was just shy?

"What's your name?"

Silence.

"Where are you from?"

Silence.

At this point you wanted to cry. He was not helping AT ALL.

"You... You have really cool scars...!"

This gets a reaction, finally. The boy reaches his hand up to trace the scars, his brows furrowed, perplexed at your words.

"Thanks..." He mutters out. Finally! Something!

"Your welcome! They make you look super cool! Like you fought a battle and won!" You exclaim, your energy being brought back upon that one word the boy murmured.

His eyes sparkle with something akin to bashfulness and hope. It was quickly gone though, but you caught it. You caught it and it only eggs you on further.

"So, will you tell me your name now? Or should I guess? I'm really bad at guessing!" You continue. Honestly speaking, you would happily guess every name you could think of if it meant knowing this boy's name.

It was quiet in the carriage, and just as you were about to start saying random names he speaks.

"Remus... Remus Lupin..."

Remus. You repeat it in your head over and over. You like that name, it's pretty.

"Well Remus! You are now part of my super exclusive team that will rule the world!" You exclaim happily.

Remus raises a brow but doesn't seem to say anything. The carriage doors open and the two boys from before enter.

One had round glasses on his face, the other was pudgy with faint freckles on his face.

The boy with the glasses speaks up, a mischievous smile on his face. "Woah Remus! Looks like you already have a girlfriend!"

Ew. You never understood why people automatically assume a girl and guy can't be friends. It's stupid.

Luckily for you, Remus speaks up first.

"She's not my girlfriend! She just came in here and started talking. Don't be gross." He mutters the last part, scowling at the boy.

The bigger of the three ignores the conversation between the two and turns his attention to you. "Whats your name?" He asks as he sits next to you, glancing at your cat on your lap.

"Y/N L/N!" You respond cheerfully - you aren't even at Hogwarts yet and you've already made friends! You must be the luckiest girl in the world!

The round boy nods as he registers your name. "Well, I'm Peter Pettigrew-" he's swiftly cut off by the boy with glasses. "And I'm James Potter. The future best aurora the Wizarding World will ever see!" He boasts, a thumb to his chest and a proud grin on his face.

Oh how exciting! You're going to be friends with a future aurora who's going to be the best ever!

You have to refrain yourself from giddily jumping about, growing up you never really got to make friends so now you can make hundreds!

James and Peter sit down and start to converse with Remus and yourself - though they focus more on Remus than yourself. It's probably just because they know him better.

Some time later the boy that you had passed while coming to this carriage opens the door. His hair is black and pristine, it's long and goes to his shoulders in a bob.

James smiles brightly at the sight of the boy. "Sirius! I thought you'd completely left us, mate!" He cheers happily, a teasing undertone to his words.

The boy, Sirius, grins. "What? Leave you three for some fancy snobs I've seen a million other times? Yeah, not happening." He retorts before his eyes fall on you.

His smile drops as he raises a brow. "And you are..?" He eggs on, a cold exterior taking over.

Cold exteriors won't deter you. Not now, not ever.

"Y/N L/N, what about you? What's your name?" You try to sound as friendly as possible. His face, to your luck, relaxes. A frown is still present on his porcelain features but he isn't looking at you with contempt anymore.

"Sirius Black." He moves to sit down. You hum thoughtfully, you knew the Blacks - or, well, your parents knew the Blacks - your parents had attended Hogwarts with them back in the day. Though, from what you remember your parents saying, they didn't get along all too well.

Looks like you get to bridge the gap! You and Sirius can be a cool duo. You can see it now.

Luckily the rest of the ride to Hogwarts was uneventful.

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The Great Hall is beautiful, you've seen magic before, it's nothing new of course. But, you've always been one to appreciate magic and it's capabilities.

You and all the other first years stand around in front of an old looking hat - the Sorting Hat if you remember correctly. Your mama hated the hat, whenever it was brought up - which wasn't a lot - she would scoff.

The four boys are at the front, they had accidentally left you behind. But that's okay of course, they're clearly excited!

To your left there is a tall lanky kid with pale skin and rough black hair. He has a nasty scowl on his face. To your right is a boy with blonde hair and pretty sepia skin, he's shorter than the boy to your left but taller than yourself.

Soon the Sorting Ceremony starts. Kids start getting called up randomly. The boy to your left, Barty Crouch Jr, gets sorted into Ravenclaw. The boy to your right, Evan Rosier, gets sorted into Slytherin.

James is sorted into Gryffindor along with Remus and Peter. To everyone's surprise so is Sirius. Honestly, it is surprising - even your eyes widened. But, you were taught that the way your family acts doesn't always equal your moral standings.

Many others are sorted before its your turn. You sit down - your parents believe you'll be a Hufflepuff because of your personality. Your older brother thinks you'll be a Slytherin because of your ambition.

Honestly speaking, it doesn't matter to you. The house chosen for you by an old hat doesn't set out the path you take in life.

So, when the hat barely touches your head before yelling out Gryffindor you smile and head over.

You sit down next to some random students and start talking to them. You don't miss the glances they'd take with each other every now and again but it doesn't matter.

Maybe they just aren't used to optimism.

Your mama always called you her 'light' for a reason.

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