CHAPTER ONE ~Holidays~
James Potter chucked down his black and brown eagle feather quill angrily.
"Oh Merlin!" He muttered, frustrated. Why couldn't he write the stupid essay? He was usually smart enough...
Just as he was about to restart the essay, charms, there was a tapping sound at his window. James cursed and threw down the quill once more.
He looked up to find a screech owl watching him curiously, the thinning light shining on a few flyaway feathers. A grin formed on his face.
"Come here, Socks." Said James once he'd opened the window, Socks flying to his cupboard. The owl fluttered down and James untied the note on the bird's leg.
The letter read:
James, Hello. I can't come to your house... yet. I'm grounded. That sucks. I should be able to come in a day or two though. Mum wont want to take me to Kings Cross, so at the latest I'll be there on the 31st. Floo Powder. Got to go. I'm not even supposed to be writing this... See you, Sirius.
So. the 31st at the latest. That was still a week away! Oh well, he'd have Remus.
James bounded down the stairs, muttering curses under his breath as he went.
"Is that you, James?" Mrs. Potter asked as he approached the kitchen.
"Yes mum." Said James and he entered. "Sirius can come over at the latest the 31st. He's grounded."
Mrs. Potter made a disapproving noise in her throat. She had never really liked Mr. and Mrs. Black, Sirius's parents.
"That's very good, what about the others?"
"Remus will be here tomorrow." James told her, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl. "But Peter can't. He has to do Merlin-knows-what."
Just as James was about to bite his apple it flew out of his hands and landed back in the bowl.
"Not until tea." Mrs. Potter said sternly. "It will be good to see Remus again. I haven't seen him since this time last year."
"What about Sirius?" James asked indignantly. "Don't you want to see him, too?"
"Yes, of course I do. But we saw him at Christmas." She added hastily. "Oh, and the Evans' will be over for tea. They're the new family next door. I think Lily Evans, the only witch, is in your year at school. They only moved in last week, I wouldn't know."
James groaned. Lily Evans, the prettiest girl in school, would be coming to his house for tea.
"What's wrong? Don't you like her?" Questioned Mrs. Potter worriedly.
"Yes, mum. I do." James said truthfully. "Best buds..." he added, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Don't talk like that." Mrs. Potter snapped. "Now, go and change for dinner. Don't forget to have a shower first!" She called to James's retreating back.
...
James ran a comb through his wet, messy hair. The majority of it stayed down but there were a few odd-ends the water didn't help. He placed the comb down, ran a hand through his hair and mussed it up again, giving it a windblown look.
"James! The guests are here!"
"Coming mother!" James yelled downstairs irritably. He glanced at his reflection once more. His hazel eyes looked irritable. What he wouldn't give to be as good-looking as Sirius Black... then maybe Evans would like him.
"NOW JAMES!"
"I'M COMING!"
Maybe tonight Lily would see him through a whole new light.
"JAMES!"
"I'M COMING, DAD!"
James, now even more irritated, pasted his most charming, lopsided grin on his face and descended the stairs. He could hear voices coming from the kitchen, and entered.
James's house was large; it was a two story one with an underground basement.
Lily and Petunia Evans looked up when James walked in, and contrary to his cool, calm, charming grin, he stuck his hands nervously in his robe pockets.
"Er - hi," he said. Good one, James. He chided himself. Now you sound like Peter.
Lily said "hello" stiffly and Petunia, with a scowl, ignored him altogether and went back to eating. Well, he thought, she was very... er - nice.
It seemed no one else until now noticed his entrance.
"Hello," said a pretty lady with bright red hair and blue eyes. "You must be James Potter."
"Yes ma'am." James replied, shaking her hand. "And you must be Lily and Petunia's mum."
James had only ever heard Lily talking about Petunia to her friends. and what she said was never very good.
All throughout the dinner James kept sneaking glances at Lily, who, unfortunately, was not returning them. The only people who seemed to talk to him were his parents and Lily's father really.
"So James, how are you?" Mr. Evans asked.
"Well thank you." He replied politely. "Yourself?"
Mr. Evans started to tell James about his business (Mr. Evans was a builder) and modestly told him what a success it was.
"That's great sir." Said James truthfully. He glanced at Lily, who, for once, returned his gaze, not how he would have liked, however. James continued to look at Lily after she had looked away, until he realized, that is, he was spilling applesauce down his front.
Lily gave him a strange look and he upended his goblet.
Great, now he was starting to act like Peter, too. The dinner ended (according to James) on a bitter note when Lily muttered to him before she left "My friend Alula Stuart us a prefect this year, and if you do anything wrong I'll get her to put you in detention with Mr. Filch." His mother was very pleased, however, with their compliments and said they were welcome any time...
...
James awoke bright and early the next morning due to a crashing sound underneath his bedroom, in the living room downstairs.
"JAMES!"
That voice could only belong to one person... James jumped up. "Coming Remus!" he shouted out to one of his friends. James quickly got dressed and ran downstairs, his hair sticking up everywhere.
"Nice hairdo James."
"Thanks Remus, how are you?" James asked, waving off Remus statement and grinning.
"A little ruffled, but I'm OK."
"Yeah? Full moon ended two days ago, huh?"
"Yep."
"Damn! Should have invited me over!"
"Like my dad would allow that..."
.
Sirius was sitting at his desk in his bedroom, staring out the window at a moving truck across the road. Then a red car pulled up behind it.
Sirius lifted his chin off his hand, remotely interested when he saw two pretty girls about his age get out of the back, along with two adults who came from the front.
Intrigued, Sirius watched them for a while. They must have been Muggles because they were both wearing jeans and a yellow shirt each, and did everything the muggle way, without a trace of magic!
Sirius, who'd zoned out for a moment there, was startled when he heard his mothers voice.
"SIRIUS! GET DOWN HERE AND OUT THE FRONT! NOW!"
The people and the moving truck were all gone. How long had be been out for...?
"DO I NEED TO SEND KREACHER UP FOR YOU?"
"SORRY MOTHER! I'M COMING!" Sirius called, as the blank portrait of Phineas
Nigellus laughed, and ran downstairs to the ground floor; past the beheaded house elf heads; past the severed trolls leg coat holder; and out the front door.
He stopped, panting slightly. His mother, father and brother were all glaring at him. The new people, however, were standing on the front lawn smiling at him. Well, one of the girls - this one with black, fluffy hair - was whispering something to the other girl - who had straight, layered blonde hair - who nodded and giggled in agreement to whatever had been said.
They both grinned at him. He found himself grinning back, even under the glares of his parents. He heard his brother hiss, just loud enough for him and his family to hear, but no one else, 'blood traitor'.
The grin was wiped off his face and he glared at his brother.
"This is Sirius, he's fifteen." Mrs. Black said hesitantly, as though she didn't want anyone to know that Sirius was in anyway connected to the rest of the family.
"Hello Sirius." The girls chorused, among the 'hello's of the others.
"Pleased to meet you." Sirius replied, kissing each hand in turn, and shaking the fathers, the adults looked nothing like the children. "And you are?"
"This is Rin and Runzel." The lady adult gestured to the two girls in turn, first the black haired then the blonde. "And I am Mavis Noble, and this is George."
The rest of his family was scowling at him.
"You'd better go and finish your homework." Mrs. Black said in the sweetest voice she could muster.
"But I -." Sirius, who'd finished his homework, started to protest.
"You don't want to get in trouble again." Mr. Black glared at him hard and Sirius trudged back into the house, upstairs and shut himself in his room. That would be right... they'd have all the fun while he was stuck up in his room, with only a black, annoying, portrait of Phineas Nigellus for company.
...
Two days later, three days before they'd be off to Hogwarts, Sirius was getting extremely agitated. He'd had no one to talk to, being grounded he wasn't even allowed to go out the backyard! His brother had been flaunting his new broomstick, a Clean-Sweep 3, around the house. Phineas Nigellus had been sniggering at Sirius non-stop and annoying him thoroughly when he tried to get to sleep.
The people across the road, the Nobles, had even invited the Blacks over for tea. He, of course could come. He was grounded.
In a fit of boredom Sirius packed all his things, his trunk, his schoolbag. He then grabbed some of the Floo Powder he'd stolen from downstairs in the kitchen fireplace, and snuck down the aforementioned stairs into the aforementioned room.
His parents and brother were out. They'd been taking Regulus to some sort of meeting... god knew what... because Sirius didn't.
He scrawled a note quickly on some spare parchment, and moved towards the fireplace throwing in the Floo Powder as he went.
"The Potters - Godrics' Hollow." He called into the fireplace and stepped into the emerald green flames that showed the Floo was in working order.
"James! Remus!?" Sirius called, stepping out of the fireplace in the Potters' living room, his trunk and bag toppling to the ground.
The Potters' house was a lot more homey than Sirius's had ever been. For one thing, they didn't behead all their house-elves and stick the heads on sticks and put them on display going up the hall. For another, the Potters' were light wizards and didn't think it right to sever trolls legs and use them as coat racks.
In fact, in the whole of the Potters' house, the only thing that would even suggest they had anything to do with Dark Wizards was, at the moment, Sirius... and the books in their own small personal library that were more likely Defense books, rather than Offense books anyway.
A tousle-haired James, glasses askew, and slightly puffed looking Remus scuttled into the room. James was laughing hysterically, and Remus was shaking his head with disapproving amusement.
"Hey Sirius!" Remus said.
"Good day Pal." James added, grinning, clutching his sides.
"What got you two so worked up?"
"James's been annoying Lily. You know, Lily Evans. Thinks it's funny."
"Lily? Evans? What's she doing here?"
"She moved here." James replied, grinning. "Right next door."
"Maybe it's a sign." Said Sirius dramatically. "You're just meant to be!"
"I wish." James retorted, still grinning. "Anyway, I think it's more likely she was put there to make sure I knew it wasn't meant to be." He added, not quite as elated, but still fairly happy. "Anyway," James started, changing the subject, "I see you're allowed out. Dads at the Ministry, and Mum's over at Arabella's house. She's that squib, around mum's age." James said.
"Actually, my family wasn't there when I left." Sirius grinned sheepishly. "But I left a note." Remus looked a little hesitant. "Don't worry, they wont curse the Potter's."
"Socks is in my room." James said, to save Sirius having to talk about his family. He and Remus grabbed Sirius's trunk while Sirius grabbed his bag.
"POTTER! LUPIN!"
They were in James's room and Sirius went over to the window that faced the house next door. James and Remus followed him.
Lily Evans and Alula Stuart were looking out a window across from them. It seemed Alula had been the one to call.
"What?" James called.
"Hey Sirius!" Alula called happily. She and Sirius got on pretty well. "Oh, we just wanted to see who it was that made you stop annoying us. Thanks Sirius. Bye Remus. Ciao James!" Alula slammed the window.
"Well, at least I got a ciao." James said brightly.
"Lord Voldemort, to be known from now as You-Know-Who," the reporter shuddered as he said the name, "has made his second attack on muggles. His mark, a green colossal skull with a snake protruding from the mouth, was found hanging over a neighborhood in London, with two families dead, having been tortured for so long."
It was the day before they were to go to Hogwarts, and James, Sirius and Remus were in the kitchen/dining room eating dinner, the news reporting from their small Magical Television (MTV).
James excused himself politely, thanking his mother and saying he needed to pack. Sirius and Remus did the same.
"That's two attacks!" James said. "And whoever he is, he's got all these followers. It must have taken him years!"
"You'd be surprised," said Sirius, "how many people actually agree with this sort of thing. You know, torturing muggles then killing them, and the Muggleborns." "Lily had better watch herself." Remus said, worried.
James had a pained look on his face. "Oh no." He muttered.
"Why," asked Remus, "is he known as You-Know-Who? What's so scary about saying a name?" He paused. "Maybe he can hear you say his name." Remus answered his own question, but looked relatively doubtful.
"Nah, it's 'coz people are scared of him, they don't want to say his name," Sirius added, "I don't see why, what's wrong with 'Voldemort'?"
The boys sat in silence for a few moments. Sirius sighed.
"What's up?" James asked.
"Well, a new family moved in across the road. They all looked different from each other. The two girls were about our age and one had dark hair and the other blonde, and they had different colour eyes. And one of the parents had orange hair, and the other brown, anyway, that's not the point. The point is, my parents completely embarrassed me in front of the girls - and they were both good looking and -."
"Sirius, you're babbling." James said.
"Sirius's got a crush!" Remus sang tauntingly.
"Shut up! I do not! And besides, they're muggles. I think. I mean, well, the girls were carrying what looked like wands - but I don't know, and I only just met them..." He trailed off.
"Ooh, your parents wont be happy about more muggles moving in." Said James. "But hey, if they're good looking, who cares?" He added, raking his fingers through his hair.
"Let's just finish packing and go to bed." Sirius muttered testily. If they didn't want to hear his theory, fine.
(A/N: OK, this is the first chapter of a story me and my best friend wrote. It'll be under my name, as she doesn't have the internet. But remember, not all the credit goes to me, it also goes to Amy Paine. Please R & R AllieSkittllez!)
James Potter chucked down his black and brown eagle feather quill angrily.
"Oh Merlin!" He muttered, frustrated. Why couldn't he write the stupid essay? He was usually smart enough...
Just as he was about to restart the essay, charms, there was a tapping sound at his window. James cursed and threw down the quill once more.
He looked up to find a screech owl watching him curiously, the thinning light shining on a few flyaway feathers. A grin formed on his face.
"Come here, Socks." Said James once he'd opened the window, Socks flying to his cupboard. The owl fluttered down and James untied the note on the bird's leg.
The letter read:
James, Hello. I can't come to your house... yet. I'm grounded. That sucks. I should be able to come in a day or two though. Mum wont want to take me to Kings Cross, so at the latest I'll be there on the 31st. Floo Powder. Got to go. I'm not even supposed to be writing this... See you, Sirius.
So. the 31st at the latest. That was still a week away! Oh well, he'd have Remus.
James bounded down the stairs, muttering curses under his breath as he went.
"Is that you, James?" Mrs. Potter asked as he approached the kitchen.
"Yes mum." Said James and he entered. "Sirius can come over at the latest the 31st. He's grounded."
Mrs. Potter made a disapproving noise in her throat. She had never really liked Mr. and Mrs. Black, Sirius's parents.
"That's very good, what about the others?"
"Remus will be here tomorrow." James told her, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl. "But Peter can't. He has to do Merlin-knows-what."
Just as James was about to bite his apple it flew out of his hands and landed back in the bowl.
"Not until tea." Mrs. Potter said sternly. "It will be good to see Remus again. I haven't seen him since this time last year."
"What about Sirius?" James asked indignantly. "Don't you want to see him, too?"
"Yes, of course I do. But we saw him at Christmas." She added hastily. "Oh, and the Evans' will be over for tea. They're the new family next door. I think Lily Evans, the only witch, is in your year at school. They only moved in last week, I wouldn't know."
James groaned. Lily Evans, the prettiest girl in school, would be coming to his house for tea.
"What's wrong? Don't you like her?" Questioned Mrs. Potter worriedly.
"Yes, mum. I do." James said truthfully. "Best buds..." he added, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Don't talk like that." Mrs. Potter snapped. "Now, go and change for dinner. Don't forget to have a shower first!" She called to James's retreating back.
...
James ran a comb through his wet, messy hair. The majority of it stayed down but there were a few odd-ends the water didn't help. He placed the comb down, ran a hand through his hair and mussed it up again, giving it a windblown look.
"James! The guests are here!"
"Coming mother!" James yelled downstairs irritably. He glanced at his reflection once more. His hazel eyes looked irritable. What he wouldn't give to be as good-looking as Sirius Black... then maybe Evans would like him.
"NOW JAMES!"
"I'M COMING!"
Maybe tonight Lily would see him through a whole new light.
"JAMES!"
"I'M COMING, DAD!"
James, now even more irritated, pasted his most charming, lopsided grin on his face and descended the stairs. He could hear voices coming from the kitchen, and entered.
James's house was large; it was a two story one with an underground basement.
Lily and Petunia Evans looked up when James walked in, and contrary to his cool, calm, charming grin, he stuck his hands nervously in his robe pockets.
"Er - hi," he said. Good one, James. He chided himself. Now you sound like Peter.
Lily said "hello" stiffly and Petunia, with a scowl, ignored him altogether and went back to eating. Well, he thought, she was very... er - nice.
It seemed no one else until now noticed his entrance.
"Hello," said a pretty lady with bright red hair and blue eyes. "You must be James Potter."
"Yes ma'am." James replied, shaking her hand. "And you must be Lily and Petunia's mum."
James had only ever heard Lily talking about Petunia to her friends. and what she said was never very good.
All throughout the dinner James kept sneaking glances at Lily, who, unfortunately, was not returning them. The only people who seemed to talk to him were his parents and Lily's father really.
"So James, how are you?" Mr. Evans asked.
"Well thank you." He replied politely. "Yourself?"
Mr. Evans started to tell James about his business (Mr. Evans was a builder) and modestly told him what a success it was.
"That's great sir." Said James truthfully. He glanced at Lily, who, for once, returned his gaze, not how he would have liked, however. James continued to look at Lily after she had looked away, until he realized, that is, he was spilling applesauce down his front.
Lily gave him a strange look and he upended his goblet.
Great, now he was starting to act like Peter, too. The dinner ended (according to James) on a bitter note when Lily muttered to him before she left "My friend Alula Stuart us a prefect this year, and if you do anything wrong I'll get her to put you in detention with Mr. Filch." His mother was very pleased, however, with their compliments and said they were welcome any time...
...
James awoke bright and early the next morning due to a crashing sound underneath his bedroom, in the living room downstairs.
"JAMES!"
That voice could only belong to one person... James jumped up. "Coming Remus!" he shouted out to one of his friends. James quickly got dressed and ran downstairs, his hair sticking up everywhere.
"Nice hairdo James."
"Thanks Remus, how are you?" James asked, waving off Remus statement and grinning.
"A little ruffled, but I'm OK."
"Yeah? Full moon ended two days ago, huh?"
"Yep."
"Damn! Should have invited me over!"
"Like my dad would allow that..."
.
Sirius was sitting at his desk in his bedroom, staring out the window at a moving truck across the road. Then a red car pulled up behind it.
Sirius lifted his chin off his hand, remotely interested when he saw two pretty girls about his age get out of the back, along with two adults who came from the front.
Intrigued, Sirius watched them for a while. They must have been Muggles because they were both wearing jeans and a yellow shirt each, and did everything the muggle way, without a trace of magic!
Sirius, who'd zoned out for a moment there, was startled when he heard his mothers voice.
"SIRIUS! GET DOWN HERE AND OUT THE FRONT! NOW!"
The people and the moving truck were all gone. How long had be been out for...?
"DO I NEED TO SEND KREACHER UP FOR YOU?"
"SORRY MOTHER! I'M COMING!" Sirius called, as the blank portrait of Phineas
Nigellus laughed, and ran downstairs to the ground floor; past the beheaded house elf heads; past the severed trolls leg coat holder; and out the front door.
He stopped, panting slightly. His mother, father and brother were all glaring at him. The new people, however, were standing on the front lawn smiling at him. Well, one of the girls - this one with black, fluffy hair - was whispering something to the other girl - who had straight, layered blonde hair - who nodded and giggled in agreement to whatever had been said.
They both grinned at him. He found himself grinning back, even under the glares of his parents. He heard his brother hiss, just loud enough for him and his family to hear, but no one else, 'blood traitor'.
The grin was wiped off his face and he glared at his brother.
"This is Sirius, he's fifteen." Mrs. Black said hesitantly, as though she didn't want anyone to know that Sirius was in anyway connected to the rest of the family.
"Hello Sirius." The girls chorused, among the 'hello's of the others.
"Pleased to meet you." Sirius replied, kissing each hand in turn, and shaking the fathers, the adults looked nothing like the children. "And you are?"
"This is Rin and Runzel." The lady adult gestured to the two girls in turn, first the black haired then the blonde. "And I am Mavis Noble, and this is George."
The rest of his family was scowling at him.
"You'd better go and finish your homework." Mrs. Black said in the sweetest voice she could muster.
"But I -." Sirius, who'd finished his homework, started to protest.
"You don't want to get in trouble again." Mr. Black glared at him hard and Sirius trudged back into the house, upstairs and shut himself in his room. That would be right... they'd have all the fun while he was stuck up in his room, with only a black, annoying, portrait of Phineas Nigellus for company.
...
Two days later, three days before they'd be off to Hogwarts, Sirius was getting extremely agitated. He'd had no one to talk to, being grounded he wasn't even allowed to go out the backyard! His brother had been flaunting his new broomstick, a Clean-Sweep 3, around the house. Phineas Nigellus had been sniggering at Sirius non-stop and annoying him thoroughly when he tried to get to sleep.
The people across the road, the Nobles, had even invited the Blacks over for tea. He, of course could come. He was grounded.
In a fit of boredom Sirius packed all his things, his trunk, his schoolbag. He then grabbed some of the Floo Powder he'd stolen from downstairs in the kitchen fireplace, and snuck down the aforementioned stairs into the aforementioned room.
His parents and brother were out. They'd been taking Regulus to some sort of meeting... god knew what... because Sirius didn't.
He scrawled a note quickly on some spare parchment, and moved towards the fireplace throwing in the Floo Powder as he went.
"The Potters - Godrics' Hollow." He called into the fireplace and stepped into the emerald green flames that showed the Floo was in working order.
"James! Remus!?" Sirius called, stepping out of the fireplace in the Potters' living room, his trunk and bag toppling to the ground.
The Potters' house was a lot more homey than Sirius's had ever been. For one thing, they didn't behead all their house-elves and stick the heads on sticks and put them on display going up the hall. For another, the Potters' were light wizards and didn't think it right to sever trolls legs and use them as coat racks.
In fact, in the whole of the Potters' house, the only thing that would even suggest they had anything to do with Dark Wizards was, at the moment, Sirius... and the books in their own small personal library that were more likely Defense books, rather than Offense books anyway.
A tousle-haired James, glasses askew, and slightly puffed looking Remus scuttled into the room. James was laughing hysterically, and Remus was shaking his head with disapproving amusement.
"Hey Sirius!" Remus said.
"Good day Pal." James added, grinning, clutching his sides.
"What got you two so worked up?"
"James's been annoying Lily. You know, Lily Evans. Thinks it's funny."
"Lily? Evans? What's she doing here?"
"She moved here." James replied, grinning. "Right next door."
"Maybe it's a sign." Said Sirius dramatically. "You're just meant to be!"
"I wish." James retorted, still grinning. "Anyway, I think it's more likely she was put there to make sure I knew it wasn't meant to be." He added, not quite as elated, but still fairly happy. "Anyway," James started, changing the subject, "I see you're allowed out. Dads at the Ministry, and Mum's over at Arabella's house. She's that squib, around mum's age." James said.
"Actually, my family wasn't there when I left." Sirius grinned sheepishly. "But I left a note." Remus looked a little hesitant. "Don't worry, they wont curse the Potter's."
"Socks is in my room." James said, to save Sirius having to talk about his family. He and Remus grabbed Sirius's trunk while Sirius grabbed his bag.
"POTTER! LUPIN!"
They were in James's room and Sirius went over to the window that faced the house next door. James and Remus followed him.
Lily Evans and Alula Stuart were looking out a window across from them. It seemed Alula had been the one to call.
"What?" James called.
"Hey Sirius!" Alula called happily. She and Sirius got on pretty well. "Oh, we just wanted to see who it was that made you stop annoying us. Thanks Sirius. Bye Remus. Ciao James!" Alula slammed the window.
"Well, at least I got a ciao." James said brightly.
"Lord Voldemort, to be known from now as You-Know-Who," the reporter shuddered as he said the name, "has made his second attack on muggles. His mark, a green colossal skull with a snake protruding from the mouth, was found hanging over a neighborhood in London, with two families dead, having been tortured for so long."
It was the day before they were to go to Hogwarts, and James, Sirius and Remus were in the kitchen/dining room eating dinner, the news reporting from their small Magical Television (MTV).
James excused himself politely, thanking his mother and saying he needed to pack. Sirius and Remus did the same.
"That's two attacks!" James said. "And whoever he is, he's got all these followers. It must have taken him years!"
"You'd be surprised," said Sirius, "how many people actually agree with this sort of thing. You know, torturing muggles then killing them, and the Muggleborns." "Lily had better watch herself." Remus said, worried.
James had a pained look on his face. "Oh no." He muttered.
"Why," asked Remus, "is he known as You-Know-Who? What's so scary about saying a name?" He paused. "Maybe he can hear you say his name." Remus answered his own question, but looked relatively doubtful.
"Nah, it's 'coz people are scared of him, they don't want to say his name," Sirius added, "I don't see why, what's wrong with 'Voldemort'?"
The boys sat in silence for a few moments. Sirius sighed.
"What's up?" James asked.
"Well, a new family moved in across the road. They all looked different from each other. The two girls were about our age and one had dark hair and the other blonde, and they had different colour eyes. And one of the parents had orange hair, and the other brown, anyway, that's not the point. The point is, my parents completely embarrassed me in front of the girls - and they were both good looking and -."
"Sirius, you're babbling." James said.
"Sirius's got a crush!" Remus sang tauntingly.
"Shut up! I do not! And besides, they're muggles. I think. I mean, well, the girls were carrying what looked like wands - but I don't know, and I only just met them..." He trailed off.
"Ooh, your parents wont be happy about more muggles moving in." Said James. "But hey, if they're good looking, who cares?" He added, raking his fingers through his hair.
"Let's just finish packing and go to bed." Sirius muttered testily. If they didn't want to hear his theory, fine.
(A/N: OK, this is the first chapter of a story me and my best friend wrote. It'll be under my name, as she doesn't have the internet. But remember, not all the credit goes to me, it also goes to Amy Paine. Please R & R AllieSkittllez!)