"And don't you dare forget to write to me, James Harry Potter! Last year I only got 2 letters from you! Whereas your sister wrote to me every week from America!" Mrs Potter said, reprimanding James, standing on Platform 9 and three-quarters where the Hogwarts Express was getting ready to leave.

"Mum!" James said embarrassedly, looking around to check that no-one had heard. "I told you, the owl I sent them all with must have gotten lost or something," James said unconvincingly.

"That's what you say every single year James. Now this year I want some real correspondence, alright?" and without letting James answer Mrs Potter kissed him on the top of the head before he could avoid it. "Now have a good year and enjoy yourself! James, do try and cut down on the number of pranks that you do this year, I don't want to have to send you any more Howlers. Its hard work having to shout so loudly, you know."

"Ok Mum, whatever!" James said quickly, looking around to make sure that nobody had heard.

"Now where is that boy. He was supposed to come right back and say goodbye," Mrs Potter said, searching in the crowd. "Oh, there he is talking to that girl. Honestly he will never learn will he? SIRIUS BLACK YOU GET OVER HERE THIS INSTANT!!!" Mrs Potter yelled, making a black haired boy who had been talking to a gorgeous blonde, jump and hurry over to them.

"Sorry Mrs P," Sirius said sheepishly when Mrs Potter raised an eyebrow at him.

"Now you have a good year as well Sirius and like I told James this morning, if i hear one word that you and James have blown up half the school again you will wish that you had never heard of Hogwarts. Am I understood?" Mrs Potter asked the two boys in front of her, hands on her hips.

"We told them it was a mistake!!" Sirius protested but with one look from Mrs Potter he shut up. "Yes Mrs P." he said with his head down.

"Yes Mum," James said, half-laughing as he remembered Professor Slughorns face when both his and Sirius' cauldrons had exploded in class, covering half the school in green slime.

"Well I'm glad. Now. Go off and have a good year and I'll see you both at Christmas," Mrs Potter said wiping a tear from her eye.

"Bye Mum. And don't worry about Dad. He'll be back from his Auror work before you know it," James said comfortingly giving his mother a hug.

"He'll be back in no time Mrs P, don't worry," Sirius added also hugging her as the train whistle sounded.

"Hurry up the boys unless you want to miss the train. Go on I'll be fine. Bye then," Mrs Potter said smiling at them warmly.

Walking away from Mrs Potter, both boys felt slightly guilty that they were leaving her on her own but as she had told them, they couldn't miss their last year at school, especially now that James was Head Boy (although he had told no-one but his Mum). And speaking of Head Boy...

"Have you seen Evans yet?" James asked Sirius.

"Nope. Don't know why you would care. Its not like she would talk to you anyway."

"That's where your wrong, Padfoot. This year Evans will have to talk to me!" James told him smugly.

"Why the hell would she do that?" Sirius scoffed.

"That's for me to know, and you to find out Padfoot." Sirius stared at him. "I'll tell you once we find Moony and Wormtail."

"Well as much fun as looking for Remus and Peter would be, I have just seen Jane Milligan looking rather hot so I shall leave you!!" Sirius said, leaving James to find the other two by himself.

As James searched the compartments for his two friends, his mind automatically turned to his favourite topic...Evans. The beautiful red-head whom he had fallen in love with in his second year, although of course she didn't know this. Sure, James had been trying to get her to go out with him for five years now, but he had never said the all important words to her. What was even the point? If he told her that he loved her she would have laughed in his face and told him to sober up before she felt tempted to punch him. No, James was waiting for the perfect moment to tell her. And this year he had decided was the time for just that. Lily Evans was going to rue the day that she had promised never to fall in love with him because this year, he was going to prove her how wrong she really was.