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Chapter 1
Of Drowned Shoes and Sixth Years
"Come on Sirius, give me back my shoe!" James Potter shouted exasperatedly at the shaggy black dog, which was jumping around with James's left sneaker gripped tightly in its teeth. After a few more minutes of taunting James, the dog transformed into James's best friend, Sirius Black, who collapsed on the grass, laughing at James. A few half said sentences got past the laughter. "You…so funny looking…chasing me…lucky Lily's not…here…be dead meat." James, pretending to be angry, turned into a stag, and charged at Sirius. "Hey!" Sirius yelled," I was only joking! You wouldn't kill your best friend now, would you Prongsie?" James's only answer was to turn and charge again. Sirius took off his own shoe and threw it at his friend. James then turned and caught it neatly on one of his antlers. The deer that was James then turned and trotted a few steps away, looked over his shoulder and snorted as if to say, "Now who's chasing who?" "Awww, c'mon Prongs, give me back me shoe. Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with sugar on top? Pretty please with whipped cream and Snivelly's head on top? The regal stag just took a few more steps away. "I know you're trying to be all majestic and stuff, Prongs," Sirius said, "But the shoe on the antler kind of ruins it." James turned back into a person and said, "Fine. I guess that means I get to do THIS," and threw Sirius's shoe into the Potter's pool. "Hey!" Sirius pouted, "Now I only have one shoe." "Mum says we can't get into the pool unless it's an emergency." James said in a bossy tone, sounding remarkably like his mother. "But, Prongs, it is an emergency! Unless I heroically jump in and save it, my shoe will drown, and then its twin will be all alone, "Sirius explained patiently, "Plus, I'll have to buy a new pair."
They looked at each other and nodded. Then, SPLASH! They both dove into the pool. Sirius managed to grab his shoe just as it started to sink.
"JAMES HAROLD POTTER! I thought I told you not to get into the swimming pool!" James's mother, Victoria Potter, shouted at her son. "It's my fault, Mrs. Potter," Sirius explained, "I took James's shoe, so he took mine, and he threw it, and it jut happened to land in the pool, so we had to jump in and save it, or it would've drowned, and its twin, uh, 'Bobby' would have been left all alone." "Well, both of you, get dried off, showered, and packed. You're leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow," Mrs. Potter told them. She had long since learned that there would be no stopping the pair of them if they wanted to do something. James and Sirius looked at each other in surprise. They had both forgotten that they were to be starting their sixth year at Hogwarts in one day's time!