Star Crossed

Platform 9&3/4

A/N: Disclaimer-I own nothing...unless some of my OC's show up. Which they might.

This story takes place in the same universe as my other one, How Does A Heart Break? They do not have to be read in any certain order. Although, chronologically, this one takes place BEFORE the other one.
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An anxious 11 year old boy scanned the platform, "do you think he's already here, Father?"

Arcturus chuckled as his son attempted to stand on his tip toes. "Where did he say you would meet?"

"By the very last car on the train!" Orion exclaimed as he turned still on his tippy toes which caused him to stumble slightly. "Oof," he uttered as he fell into his mothers side. "Sorry."

"It's alright dear. But do try to calm down. You will see Abraxas soon enough, okay?" Melania said as she tried to soothe her excited child.

"Yes Mother. I'm sorry. I know it's not very good manners to show such excitement in public. I shall try to remember. I promise." Biting his lower lip he peered up at his parents anxiously, "Can we go find Abraxas now?"

Sighing, Melania gave a nod of approval, "give me a hug first. And promise to write me everyday."

Orion gladly hugged her. "Everyday? What could I have to tell you everyday? I shall try though. I promise."

    Smiling, she kissed his cheek, "that is all I ask. Ah, here comes Kinsley. And there are Baris and Abraxas. Right where they said they'd be," she said as she straightened at Kinsley's approach.

    "Abraxas! I was worried we'd missed you," Orion proclaimed as he ran to greet his friend.

    "Orion, you are a Black. Act like it," Arcturus reprimanded as he followed at a more sedate pace, leaving his wife to converse with Kinsley Malfoy.

    "Yes Father." Orion speed walked the few remaining steps to stand next to his friend. "Did you have to wait long?"

    The blonde boy grinned at the sight of Orion's exuberance but quickly hid it under the mask he'd been working diligently to perfect. "Not too long. Come on. I'll show you where to put your trunk." They both looked to their father's for permission before racing onto the train.

    "Baris," Arcturus acknowledged as he moved to stand beside his own childhood friend; in spite of the ten years that separated them. He stood close enough that should they wish it they could've clasped hands. As it was, Baris quickly skimmed his fingers along the back of his hand fondly. "How have you been?" he asked in an attempt to focus on something other than the twitch that simple and fleeting touch caused. The desire, the ache.

    Mask firmly in place, Baris responded coolly with the required small talk. The business, the family; all the while carefully skirting what he longed to say. What he knew Arcturus craved to hear. They couldn't be that. Not anymore. He just...couldn't resist touching him for a second. That temptation was too strong.

    Running out of small talk they actually cared to engage in they quietly enjoyed each other's closeness. Their fingers would touch fleetingly every few seconds in an unconscious habit. It wasn't long before their sons emerged from the Hogwarts Express and Baris was not surprised to see that Orion was grinning and holding hands with a quiet Abraxas. He had expected they would fall in line and be the 5th generation to fall in love only to be torn asunder. He really should warn Arcturus when he had the chance. Orion was different than all other Black's he'd ever known. He was more open, more emotive...he wondered if they would be the ones...

"This train is just as magnificent as you said it was Father!" Orion exclaimed. "I can't wait to see the castle!"

"I'm glad you approve," he smirked. "And you, Abraxas? How are you?"