Harry Potter One Shots

20 - Wolfstar

3rd Person POV

When Sirius Black stepped onto the Hogwarts Express in the beginning of his fifth year, almost everyone stopped and stared at him. At fifteen years old he was standing at 5ft 9in, with black hair down to his shoulders, piercing blue eyes, and a chiseled jawline. Along with his natural good looks he was sporting black ripped jeans, a David Bowie tee, Doc Martens, and a leather jacket. 

As he enters the marauders' usual compartment the three boys turned there heads at him and looked at him, shock clear in their eyes. Ignoring this, he sits down in the empty seat next to Remus and lays his head against the cool window. 

"Wicked," James commented. 

"You look really cool," Peter chimed in.

"Thanks you guys, I do look quite hot."

Instead of commenting, the werewolf just continues his silent gaze, mouth slightly agape. He knew it probably looked weird, but he just couldn't look away. After a few minutes though, Sirius starts to get concerned. "Are you alright Moons? You're staring." 

The second the boy called him that Remus positively melted. Then, realization hit him like a truck. Oh Merlin, he though. No, no, no, no, not Sirius. Please not Sirius. But it was too late, for he had had these feelings for years, only he now just figured them out.  

While the boy was internally freaking out, a few girls walked by their compartment. They kick on the door, smiling shyly. "Hi Sirius," they said, and giggled when he responded with both a "Hey" and a wink.

At seeing this sight Remus started to feel sick. By the fourth time he was internally groaning, This should be a very fun year.