It had been three weeks into the school year and I still couldn't believe I had been made Head Boy. Who, in their right mind would make me, James Potter, Head Boy? Dumbledore, that's who.

But maybe he wasn't completely in his right mind. Sirius has even gone so far as to suggest that Dumbledore was happily drunk and happened to think of my name… not me, just my name… and appoint me as Head Boy.

Sirius was very unhappy when he woke up the next day sprouting tentacles where his hair had once been.

"James…. Jaaaames…. JAMES!" A familiar voice lurched me out of my thoughts. I looked up, still grinning from the memory of Sirius' reaction after noting the fact that he no longer had the hair he was vainly proud of.

"James… why are you grinning like that? It never means anything good..." Sirius backed up, looking slightly wary, but very amused at the same time. I laughed.

"Don't worry, Sirius. I was just remembering the shock on your face this summer." Sirius looked confused, but that wasn't unusual- his short attention span causes him to not bother with memories- so I cleared it up for him. "You know… the mirror… the tentacles… don't tell me you forgot!" I exclaimed, mockingly concerned.

Sirius paused, and then looked up, horror in his eyes. "Don't ever do that again! I swear… if you do…" he threatened, though a glint of laughter still danced in his eyes.

We both looked up as the portrait hole opened revealing Remus Lupin, my second best mate. Remus looked from me, sitting on a couch, to Sirius, kneeling before me on the floor, with a look of confusion.

"Is Sirius asking you to marry him?" he laughed, and then straightened.

"Actually, I don't think I want to know," he claimed.

"Oh, but you do!" I said. Sirius shot daggers at me with his eyes. I glanced at him, grinning, apparently unconcerned, "You really, really do!"

"Okay, then. Tell me"

Sirius groaned. "C'mon Prongs! That's completely unfair! I'm on bended knee here!"

"Ah yes, but you never said not to tell anyone what happened." And so I proceeded to tell Remus about Sirius' episode that summer. By the time I was done, I had a group of people gathered around me, all laughing, doubled over, and very much enjoying themselves.

Except for one person. It was her. Lily Evans: Head Girl, fellow Quidditch player- chaser, top potions maker of the class, Hogwarts beauty, and the girl I've fancied since first sight. She, of course, was glaring at me, disgusted most likely at the fact that I even prank my best friend.

"Do you have something to say, Evans darling?" I asked.

"I can't believe you! You even terrorize your friends!" Ah! I knew it, "You disgust me. You are the most despicable, loathsome/creature/ I have ever had the misfortune to meet!" Ouch. But nothing I hadn't heard before.

"Yeah, I'll log that away in my memory. However, I can't promise you that I'll care."

"Fine! You-!"

"SHUT UP!" Sirius roared. I jumped, surprised. "Keep it to yourself!"

Remus' eyes were open wide. I was pretty sure my face reflected his.

"Erm… Padfoot?"

"Not now James," he snarled. I was silenced at the sound of my birth-name. Sirius stalked upstairs. If this had been a normal situation, I would have followed him to calm him before he hurt himself or others, but I didn't think he would even listen to me and didn't feel like waking up with a large amount of boils in very odd places… again.

I looked at Remus, about to ask him what the hell that was all about, when my other fellow Marauder, Peter Pettigrew slammed open the portrait (receiving a disgruntled remark from the Fat Lady containing words I shall not say here), and stomped through the entrance, right up to me and Remus and said, very loudly, "I got detention!"

Uh-oh, I knew where this was going, but I couldn't let it show. "What ever for Wormtail?" I asked, making a very good show of acting innocently. Remus snorted. Like I could ever be innocent.

Peter, however, was seething, "It seems that a certain someone-" he glared at me for a moment, "-hung Snivelly off a banister by his hair! I, who happened to merely be at the wrong place at the wrong time, received all the blame!" Okay, so maybe I didn't know where this was going.

"Gross. Like I would touch Snivelly's hair! That's disgusting."

Remus looked surprised, "So you didn't do it James?"

"No!"

We all looked at each other. "Sirius!" we said in unison. No wonder he had been in a worse mood than usual. Snivellus must've done something really bad for Sirius to do something without telling us, and not to mention touch Snape's hair