A 17 year old lies on his bed half asleep; his dark brown eyes barely open trying to remember what day it was. He puts on his glasses and looks beside him to an empty bed with all the blue and white linens in a ball at the end of it. The raven haired boy ran his fingers through his hair, still not knowing what day it was. It was a Monday, but why did want to know? Something special must be going on today.

A noise comes from the hall. It sounds like someone had been torturing a goat. The voice came closer and closer. You could start to hear some words in it.

"HHHoooGWWaaaRtttttttttttSSSSS, hOOOOgggggWwwwwAAArRrrrTTTTTTS, HhhhhooooOodddGGGggggYYYYYYY, WWaaarrtttttCCCCCChhhhYYYYYY,

HHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGGWWWWWWWWWWAAAArts"

A boy enters the room with black scraggily hair, and deep grey eyes that have this spark in them. Apparently singing at the top of his lungs.

"TTTTrEEeaaaaAaaaCChh UUtS SSOoOMnnTHing PPPwWWWEEESSSEEE!"

It was the day they were going to Hogwarts! How could he forget!

"JAMESY-POO" The boy with scraggily black hair sang (very loudly). "COME DOWN FOR BREAKFAST"

"Sirius! Shut up!" James said, rubbing his eyes.

Ten minutes later James comes down to the breakfast table where Mr. and Mrs. Potter were sitting talking to Sirius.

"Aren't we gonna be late?" asked James.

"Jamesy-poo?" Sirius asked sarcastically worried "You did pass your aparating test didn't you?"

"Righto" said James sitting down and going to grab some scrambled eggs when he saw there were none left. He looked at Sirius's plate where there was a heap of eggs, two pieces of toast, four sausages, and a tomato slice. "Sirius" James whispered "GIVE ME MY EGGS!"

"Who said they were your eggs?" Sirius asked with attitude.

"You two quit bickering! James there's more scrambled in the pan." Said Mrs. Potter.

"But why did he have to take all of those ones" Said James through gritted teeth.

"Sirius have to grow up big and strong" Sirius answered in a cave man way.

"You're right, you do need to grow up"