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Harry stared at his firstborn son- James Potter JR. He was exactly what Sirius would call Prongslet- the same mischievous smile, the same not-so-innocent face and the same knack for getting into trouble. James had most likely done something like breaking the dinning hall chandelier or feeding Mrs Next Door's canary to their cat. The odds were endless.
"James Sirius Potter, what have you done now?"Ginny's voice echoed though the halls of the potter mansion. She was a bit like the younger Molly Weasley, making Harry think of the time the Weasley twins and Ron drove the enchanted car to save him from number four Privet Drive. "What did you do, James ?"
" Nothing, I only set Mrs Weasley's cat's whiskers on fire accidentally..." James mumbled. Harry sighed. His son was like the legendary Marauders, only except that he was both James and Sirius.
Ginny's appeared at the door of Harry's study. " He set Crookshanks on fire. Maybe you shouldn't have called him Sirius after all.
Harry totally agreed with his wife. Clutching her hand, they went off to apologise Hermione.