A/N: The original James the Head Boy was pretty childish - courtesy to an immature writer. Tweaked things up here and there. Hope you like it :)

Head Boy Potter

He stared at the letter, a look of utmost disbelief on his face. Thoughts coursed through his jammed brain. 'How' and 'Why' were the most prominent.

He saw Sirius look up from his own letter and say, "Last books that we are gonna have. Can you believe we are in the last year?! Oldest students of Hogwarts..."

Apparently he had not noticed that his best friend, who was as still as a statue, was still gaping at his letter.

As if from a long distance, James heard a voice calling out to him. "Prongs? Prongs! OI!"

Sirius bounded over to him and shook him by the shoulders. "Are - you - alive? Oi!"

But James just rattled beneath him. It was not possible... HOW? WHY?

Sirius froze. Apparently he had seen it too. The boys looked up at each other and yelled out at the same second.

Footsteps were heard outside the door, which burst open as Mr. and Mrs. Potter entered the room with their wands out and horrified expressions on their faces.

Seeing nothing out of ordinary, Mr. Potter walked into the room, his limp almost unnoticeable, and asked sternly, "What is going on here?!"

"I would like to know that too!" yelled Sirius in a voice that suggested deep betrayal. "I'm thinking Dumbledore has lost it, there's no other explanation!"

"What?" said James' parents in unision.

James solemnly held out his hand toward his parents. In it lay a shiny red and gold badge emblazoned with the alphabets HB.

There was an instant uproar.

Tiny Mrs. Potter burst into tears and kissed her son on his cheeks standing on tip-toes, knocking his glasses askew, and Mr. Potter roared in delight, rumpling his son's hair. Apparently they couldn't see the appalled looks on the boys' faces.

Mr. Potter announced that this called for a celebration and Mrs. Potter sniffled and said, "First Head Boy in the family! Oh James, I never thought... Oh my goodness..."

And they left.

James mumbled after them, "Yeah I never believed it either."

Sirius edged away from him, looking wary. James rolled his eyes.

"I'm not contaminated, Padfoot," he mumbled. "I honestly thought Moony would get it again..." He shook his head.

Halfway through searching the room for a smoke, Sirius lost the half-disgusted, half-shocked look on his face. It had been replaced with wonder. "You know," he said in a hushed voice, "now that I think about it, you changed, Prongs."

"What?" James asked in disbelief.

Sirius' eyes were unfocused and he continued, "Ever since Evans' fall out with Snivelly, you have been slightly different. Can't believe I never noticed," Sirius' eyes grow wider.

Shaking his head as if to rid a bothersome fly, he barked, "You're deflating, mate."

"What even do you mean?" James wondered. "Think about it," Sirius said in a horrified whisper. "Have you gotten out that snitch at all last term? And I don't think I saw you mess up your hair when Evans passed by... You hardly gloated when we won the Quidditch Final... You never punched Corner when you swore to! Blimey... I have been going around with another Prongs altogether!" he finished with a suspicious look at James, his hands deep inside an old pillowcase, desperately looking for a pack.

James rolled his eyes and threw a pack from his pocket at his best mate, shrugging at his last word. "It just didn't seem necessary anymore, all that showing off stuff. We were getting along rather well, I think. But..." he said thoughtfully, "that doesn't mean I'm a HeadBoy material, does it? Remus was always the good boy..."

Lapsing into silence, the two boys stared out the window in wonder, Sirius blowing puffs and unconsciously inhaling deeply at the smoke that filled the room.

James suddenly looked up, his eyes glinting with excitement. "If I am the Head Boy," he said slowly, "then Lily must be the Head Girl! Dumbledore couldn't choose someone else as a Head Girl, I'm sure of that!" He crowed and bounded downstairs with excitement.

"Oi! Where are you going?!" Sirius yelled after him.

"To send her an owl!" James yelled up the stairs. "I'm gonna ask her if she's the Head Girl!"

Sirius shook his head and settled down to finish the smoke on the extra bed the Potters had fit in the room, just for him. He had a feeling little red Evans would faint if she found out Prongs had been made the Head Boy.

A/N: That was long for a small plot o.o
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