Hey everybody. So, I hadn't actually decided to write anything when I came here – but as I began reading, I just realized that nobody tells the exact story I wanted to read and realized that maybe I should be the one sharing it.
C and C will be very much appriciated, this is my REAL first attempt at this and I hope you'll enjoy it.

Disclaimer: This is J K R's .. You'll know what is hers and what is mine. And I don't give a shizzle about what's mine.


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Chapter One: OWLs, Birds and Pancakes.

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It was early in the morning, so early that although it was at summertime the sun had yet to see the sky. Outside there was a light mist surrounding the Potter familys house.

The Potter family was an acknowledged wizarding family. John Potter was well-known in the comunity as head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and therefore most of the wizards working or dealing with the minestry in any way, had at least some relation and contact to him.

Harriet Potter was a kind and beautiful witch, who owned the clothing shop in Diagon Alley for young fashionable witches called "WWW" (The shop's name was actually What Witches Wear, but people seemed to forget that) – It wasn't as if she actually needed to work with Johns income, but as she said "And I should do what? Stand in the kitchen all day waving my wand?"

Despite the early hour - outside the Potter residence was a figure sweaping through the air in the distance. This was James.

James Potter, aged 16, beloved son of Harriet and John was flying around on his broom.

Although some people might find this an odd activety to be doing at this time of day, James would not. Indeed, at times like this when he had a hard time to sleep, being on his belowed broom seemed to be the perfect activety to be doing – and this day had to be the hardest day in existance.
You see, this day was to be the day where James would recieve his OWLs – and although a lot of people might not think of James to be quite the academic, the letter he would recieve today would decide his entire future. And that ment something!

Making a fast motion towards the giant tree standing in the middle of the garden, James jumped off his Nimbus 1700 and landed on one of the branches on the tree.

"Accio Nimbus" He said silently, and the broom made a u-turn in the air, and hovered next to the boy.

He made a sigh. This morning seemed to have no end, and he couldn't remember ever being this nervous. He closed his eyes and put his arms behind his head.
Actually, lying on a branch was quite comfortable.

"PRONGS. Mate. Come down here!" A voice yelled out of the blue.

James had fallen asleep in the tree made a fast turn towards the sound moaning, 'urhh' not realizing his whereabouts, and slipped right of the branch.

James was screaming, and suddenly hovering over the ground.
"Dude." Sirius said, pointing his wand at James, now fully awake, tossing around in the air desperatly trying to get down.

"You totally just sounded like a girl." Sirius said in a serious-matter voice.

"Don't call me a girl. That was a very manly sound of chock." James said finally standing up off the ground, and Sirius padded his head.

"Right. I think there's something you'd like to see inside" he said, pushing the blackhaired boy towards the door.

"The hair!" James moaned and ruffled et back to the unruly state, finally being awake.

Sirius, ignoring this, grinned and pointed towards the door. "But... Broom?" James asked, "Broom later." Sirius answered.

"Oh! OH! Inside!" Sirius nodding to James' revealation, and the two boys suddenly ran towards the mansion in a great haste.

Harriet was in the kitchen, and there was a lovely smell of pancakes spreading to the rest of the house.

"BIRD?" James cried when entering the kitchen, with a very desperat facial expression, Sirius moved right past him with a smirk squealing "Yay! PANCAKES!"
In the middle of the table, there was two rather large owls sitting and eyeing the two boys who just entered the room.

Sirius fixed himself a plate of Harriets pancakes and topped it with a gigantic layer of syrup and in the meanwhile James slowly moved towards the brown and grey owl - he could already see his name on the envelope.

Just when James was about to loosen the envelope attached to the leg of the owl, it gave a small hoooot and James jumped in to the air out of fright, and both Harriet and Sirius broke into a hysterical laugh. "Ha-ha" James responded with sarcasm and finally had the guts to go closer to the owl and finally he stood with the envelope.

He took a deep breath, opened the letter and read:

"Exam Results for James Potter.
OWLs.

All exams completed.

Charms - Exeed Expectations

Defense Against the Dark Arts - Outstanding

Herbology - Acceptable

History of Magic - Dreadfull

Potions - Exceed Expectations

Transfiguration - Outstanding

Care of Magical Creatures - Outstanding

Muggle Studies - Acceptable"

James made a loud sigh of relief, "Yea baby!" Sirius said and high fived him.
Harriet smiled and handed him a plate of pancakes.

"I'm so proud of you honey. Well done. And really, History of Magic is a dreadfull subject." She said matter-of-factly.

James opened envelope again, to find not only the list of books and other artifacts needed for each subject in his 6th year.
There was not one piece of paper left, but two.

He tossed the first one, the list, to his mom who catched it.

James read loudly from the last piece of paper:

"Hello James,

I'm sure you're quite satisfied with your grades this year, as should you be.

I think we're many in the staff who are quite surpriced and amazed by your natural talent, despite the fact that you might not be one of the most enganged students.

This year I've decided to differ in some of the traditions which we have kept in so many years.

You are probably more aware of the situation we're dealing with at this point. A dark force is upon us, and I need strong, healthy-minded and most of all loyal students to be the guides for our school.

If you accept, I would like you to join as a prefect this year - along with your fellow students, Mr. Lupin and Miss Evans.

You will also see that a few others will be added this year. Now, more than ever do we need somebody to show us the light, and I have a feeling that you will do great things with this new found... Liberty.

I take it if I don't recieve your letter of decline, that you will attend the prefect meeting in my office on the night of your arrival back to Hogwarts, imidietly after The Feast.

P.s - bring furry socks.

Sincerelly yours,

Albus Dumbledore."

Sirius was staring at James, mouth half open, whispering '"Liberty" in a mesmerized voice.
James who still wasn't looking at anything else but the paper in his hand, had a facial expression as if he was about to faint.

"Miss Evans?" Harriet said in a solemn voice, "Miss Evans." Sirius answered with a grin.