I woke with a happy thought. It was five days until I got to go to Drunington's and I was going to pack today and get all ready. I jumped out of bed excitedly, not even caring that I was in my black lace bra and running spandex shorts and put my hand around the door knob. Then I stopped for I had come to my senses and remembered the unforgiving truth.

I had been kicked out. Why you might ask? Well, let's just say that prank pulling runs in the family.

Wait a second! Do you even know who I am? No? Well bloody hell I'm so sorry about my stupid manners this morning.

My name is Halley Potter and before you ask, yes, I am related to James AND Harry Potter. I am actually James' twin sister. People say that we look a lot alike besides the fact that I'm a chick and he's a dude. And I don't wear glasses. And I don't think my long, wavy brown hair is as messy as his always was.

Anyways, back to the story. My heart sank a little for I had also realized that I was going to be going to Hogwarts with my darling brother James and all of his "friends" that were supposedly spending the night last night. I was scared for the fact that I had to make all new friends and catch up with the curriculum in the classes (not that I gave a shit anyways) and the fact that now somebody at school knew a boat-load of embarrassing secrets about me that I could be taunted with. Yippee.

I decided that I had to get myself up and eat breakfast eventually so I looked at my watch while I trudged down the stairs, sadly. 7:58. James and his "friends" wouldn't be up yet for two reasons. James isn't a morning person and plus, I don't even think that "they" were getting home until like midnight so they wouldn't want to get up until like noon.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs and started towards the kitchens, something caught my eye in the living room.

It was a boy that was about the same age as me and James but he was a tad shorter than what James was and he was just sitting on the couch, in his red and gold boxers, reading the Quidditch section of the Daily Prophet. He had darker hair than James and it was shoulder length and messy from just waking up. When he looked up from the paper to see what the noise coming down the stairs was, he looked me up and down and then tilted his head to give me a look of confusion.

I then heard someone walking down the stairs. It turned out to be James with a stack of Galleons in his hands. He looked at the newcomer and then at me and I guess and actual thought came into that thick head of his. Did he forget to mention to his "friends" about the fact that he had a sister? Then the amazingly hot creature sitting on my couch spoke in an almost as hot voice. He just didn't say very smart things

"Prongsie! I didn't know you hired a hooker for this ever so special occasion! And she looks so much like you!" he exclaimed as he looked back and forth between me and James.

As much as I wanted to punch this guy, (even though it was my fault for not changing upstairs) he could really push James' buttons and I liked that in a guy.

"Padfoot, you just called my sister that I forgot to mention a hooker and stop staring at her you numpty!" James yelled at "Padfoot" with a look of pure rage etched upon his face that made me ever so happy.

"Oh. Well in that case I'm just going to stick with calling her hot in your presence," Padfoot replied as he got hit in the back of the head with a muggle magazine by James as he went to go and make coffee.

As I was making myself a bowl of cereal, I heard the stampeding of the other two James had mentioned were coming as they threw anything everywhere. And that's when I prayed to Merlin that this wouldn't go on the entire year. If it did, I was screwed for eternity.