"James, sweetie, you need to go clean out the attic now!" Ginny Potter yelled to her eldest son, who was, at the time, attempting to open his chocolate-brown eyes and face the agony of sunlight on a Saturday morning.
"James! Don't make me call Grandma!" James' mother yelled again. James shot up.
"By the beard of Zeus, have mercy!" He yelled back. Ginny stuck her head in the door and smiled at her oldest son.
"You get more and more like your father everyday." She said, while James silently cheered until…"But you still have to clean out the attic."
"Ohhhhh, the agony?" James looked at his mother. Her long curly red hair, which she had passed on to James' sister, Lily, shone under the light in James' room. Her chocolate-brown eyes, James and Lily's own eyes, glimmered in amusement. She walked over and ruffled his black hair, making it messier than it usually was. Both James and his little brother, Albus, had inherited their Dad's untidy mess of black hair, a trait both their mom and Grandma found endearing. Albus had also gotten their Dad's emerald-green eyes.
"Alright, James, breakfast is waiting. Then, on to the attic!" Harry Potter said, walking into his son's room. He handed James a bottle of Butterbeer.
"This oughta wake you up." He smirked as his son sighed.
"Why must the rum always be gone?" He asked wistfully, causing his parents to laugh. After they left his room, he got out of bed and put his jeans and t-shirt on. The phone rang from beside his bed.
"Little Lord MacElroy!" His best friend/cousin, Fred Jr., yelled.
"F.G. Sparxx!" James yelled back.
"Hey, my parents are forcing me to come clean out the attic with you as punishment for telling Rose I'd send her a Hogwarts toilet seat." James burst out laughing.
"Our first year hasn't even started yet and already you're in trouble for school-related comments?"
"Well, dad thought it was funny, but Mum blew a casket." James knew Uncle George had found it amusing, but could picture Aunt Katie getting mad. Suddenly, his door flew open and Albus, 8, and Lily, 6, ran into his room.
"James!" Lily yelled, throwing her arms around his neck. James hugged her; he had a soft spot for his pretty little sister and her sweet little voice and freely-given love. Albus stood there, a miniature of their father, and grinned maniacally.
"Mom's taking us to Diagon Alley to get your school stuff today, while you and Fred clean out the attic!" Albus yelled excitedly. Albus loved Diagon Alley.
"What's Dad doing?" James asked.
"Going to play, well, attempt to play monopoly with Uncle Ron, so he'll be next door."
"And Aunt Hermione's bringing Rose and Hugo to Diagon Alley with you." Their dad said, leaning against the doorway, grinning.
"Daddy1" Lily yelled, throwing herself in Harry's arms.
"Yes, my little dallop of Daisy?" he asked. Lily giggled.
"It's Lily, silly Daddy!" Albus merely looked confused.
"Did you just call her a little bit of sour cream?"
"No, he called me Daisy. Weren't you listening, Al?" Lily asked, confused as well. Suddenly, Fred ran in.
"Alright, James, Fred, ya'll get up to the attic. I wanna be able to see my face in the floor." Harry said before laughing at the looks of horror on James and Fred's faces.