Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or any of that but the story is mine. You can strip away the characters, places, magic, basic plot, the jobs and everything to do with the HP world but...um, actually, I guess I don't really own anything. Bugger.

It had been several years since they left school and you would think that everything would have calmed down slightly considering they weren't hormonal teens anymore who's energy seemed to be everlasting but that was not the case for the boys. They were certainly more mature and were no longer trudging through puberty but they were no different. Take James for example, back in school he was the most popular guy around. He couldn't sneeze without at least ten people offering him a tissue or saying "bless you" which became rather old quite fast. He was admired by all because of his athletic prowess, he was loved by many due to his devilishly handsome looks, and he was as "cool as a cutecumber" as some of the girls used to put it. He was still all of those things but he was also more mature now that he had a wife and newborn son. He had responsibilities and duties that he had to attend to such as providing for his small family. He was a proper man now except he still wasn't quite as grown-up as he should have been. He still did some dumb stuff here and there. One example of this was his choice of career.

He was a promising young sports star in his younger days and could have gone on to play professionally in his field but instead, he and his friends had formed a band. Not the best paying job but it beat having to train for hours on end in all weather. He didn't have to get up early, he worked his own hours, he was with his friends at all times and he was making enough money to support himself and his new wife. It was going great. That was until Harry was born.

Being in a band was OK if it was just you and another person that you had to support but when you have a son, everything changes. He needed to buy things. Lots of thing and I'm talking incredible amounts for such a tiny life form. Who knew that having a kid would require so much? Nappies, clothes, bottles, dummies (AN: Pacifiers for any American readers), a cot (AN: Crib), pram, car seat, various food items, toys, baby bath, a potty for the future and all of that was just items. He had to baby proof everything, he spent hours out of bed in the middle of the night to feed him, he had to spend time with him during the day because according to Lily "you have to spend time with him or else they will grow up to resent you" and he couldn't just leave Harry with a picture of him. That would be awful parenting and James Potter was not going to end up like Sirius' parents. He saw what that did to a child and there was no way that he was going to allow that to happen to his son. No sir! Not on your Nelly. But it was soooooo much effort. Why couldn't Harry just learn to feed himself yet? Actually, he'd probably have a heart attach if he came down stairs in the morning to Harry stood in the kitchen, making himself up a bottle of milk. Granted, it would be funny later on, James reflected, thinking of his son reading the morning paper with a tea cup of milk sat on the coffee table beside him as he slumped in James' recliner.

Getting off topic. He wasn't making enough money to buy all of this so he had to give up the life of a "rockstar" as Sirius put it and get a real proper job.

Authors note: I hope that this story with get a few reviews so I can improve on my skills as an "author" but if nobody reads, I'll most likely live. Please check to make sure that I live. I don't wanna be dead. Not yet at least.