Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other Characters
A/N: ok so this is my first Fan fiction. It's just a collection of one shot stories that I thought were cool. Hope you enjoy. Please R&R
James creped downs the stairs as quietly as he could. He knew that his mother would still be up waiting for his father. He took the time to stop on the step above the last. He knew by now that his mother had bewitched it to squeak when weight was placed on it. He shifted under the cloak that his father had given him for his last birthday. He hop over the step and landed as quiet as a cat.
He slowly made his way to his fathers study. The door was closed. He reached out a hand to open it and found that the door was locked. "No problem" James thought as a grin crossed his face. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small knife. This had been given to him from his uncle Ron on that same birthday. He plunged the knife into the lock on the door. He heard the tell tale click as it unlocked.
James wondered where his dad would keep it. "Might as well start with his desk." Going to the desk that was covered in papers from work he kneeled down to the lowest drawer. Again he put the knife into the lock and again he heard the satisfying click. Opening the drawer he began to riffle through the papers and in a few short minutes he found what he was searching for. He closed the drawer relocking it. He crossed back across the study closing and locking the door behind him.
"Good moms still in the sitting room" he thought. He was so excited he forgot to skip the bottom step. A loud creak echoed in the hall.
"James Sirius Potter you better get back up stairs and into your room, if your still down stairs when your father gets home you'll be in big trouble." Called his mother
"Yes mum I just wanted to get some water" he lied then ran the rest of the way up the stairs. He closed the door to his room and looked at his prize. It didn't look like much but if his Uncle George was telling the truth it was going to be almost as good as the cloak his dad had given him. He pulled out his wand that he had gotten a few days before and taped the parchment saying "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good"