Sirius Black

Platform nine and three-quarters buzzed with voices, steam from the train drifted across the ground, and suitcases creaked on the stone. You were standing next to your parents when the Potters approached you—warm and boisterous, as always. The adults quickly became engrossed in conversation, and James, wasting no time, grabbed your hand.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to some normal people ," he grinned. You only had time to look at your parents—Mom nodded, Dad gave you a careful glance—and a second later James was pulling you toward his friends. They were standing a little to the side. Remus Lupin—calm, with a soft smile—nodded to you immediately, as if you already knew each other. Next to him was Peter Pettigrew, who smiled awkwardly and muttered something like a greeting. And... Him. Sirius Black. He didn't say a word right away. He just looked. Too intently. Too... unfriendly. The corner of his lips slowly twitched upward.

"Potter, where have you been hiding her all this time?" he drawled lazily, not taking his eyes off you.

“She’s like a sister to me, ” James interjected, moving a little closer to you . “Behave normally. ” Sirius chuckled.

"I am. " But his tone made it clear this was just the beginning. You met his gaze calmly, not looking away, and that seemed to captivate him even more . "So, the new girl," he added a little quieter, taking a step closer . "You'll like Hogwarts. Especially with the right company."

"Don't start ," James said wearily. Remus chuckled softly, clearly used to this, and Peter simply watched, his gaze shifting from you to Sirius. Your father's voice came from somewhere behind him. He had already finished the conversation and was now looking in your direction. Intently. Too intently. Sirius noticed. And, of course, he didn't stop. On the contrary. He leaned a little closer to you, his voice almost conspiratorial.

"Judging by the look in his eyes, I'm already mentally killed. But, you know..." his eyes flashed cheerfully and insolently . "...it's worth it."

Sirius Black. He didn't say a word right away. He just looked. Too intently. Too... unfriendly. The corner of his lips twitched slowly upward.