In this fic, James Potter isn't so happy to discover at 'four-thirty in the bloody morning' that Sirius got kicked out of his house...

James Potter yawned, "What was that, Padfoot?"

His best friend, Sirius Black, AKA Padfoot, looked at him, annoyed, "Why weren't you paying attention?"

"I was too busy trying to get an hour of sleep."

"Is that my fault?"

"Oh, yeah."

Sirius just grinned.

"How can you be so perky at," James glanced at his wristwatch, "4:30 A.M.?"

"I don't know, but you're gonna have to get used to it."

"M'kay." James rolled over and was silent. Then he slowly rolled back. "What was that you said?"

"You are going to have to get used to it."

"Why?"

"Mum kicked me out. Go back to sleep, Prongs."

"WHAT? Your own mother kicks you out of your house and you don't tell your best friend you are going to be staying at their place 'til four-thirty in the bloody morning!" It was obvious to all that James was now fully awake.

Their mutual friend, Remus Lupin, sat up and reached for his glasses, "What are the two of you shouting about, now?"

"Padfoot here, decided not to tell his bloody best friend his dear sweet mummy kicked him out of his bloody house until four bloody thirty in the morning!"

"Jeeze, Padfoot! Why did you have to get Prongs so worked up? He normally doesn't start swearing until January. Here you have him started before we even get to school!"

"Oh, don't worry Moony, Prongs was just worked up over the fact that Mum kicked me out and I'm staying at Prongs's house and he didn't know 'til four-thirty in the morning." Sirius said pleasantly.

"Why did your Mum kick you out?"

"Something about being in Gryffindor and not living up to family expectations. You know, that kind of thing."

"Sounds…interesting."

"It is."

"LISTEN TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Sirius and Remus fell silent at James's whining shout.

"Jeeze, Prongs. Spaz out. Dude, take a chill pill."

"SIRIUS BLACK!"

"You sound just like my Mum." Sirius muttered under his breath.

"I! WILL! NOT! TAKE! A! CHILL! PILL!"

"James, calm down!"

"NO, Moony. I have…um…suffered (yes, suffered, that sounds like a good word to use) repeatedly at Padfoot's…um…paws."

"What did I do this time?"

"You…um…I don't know! You must have done something!"

"Um, hm."

"Why look at that!"

"Look at what, Moony?"

"Wormtail's still sleeping!"

The three of them laughed. Knowing that even small rifts would never drive their friendship apart.