Miss Ella: My Mauraders Fanfic! I love these four guys, sept maybe wormtail, but I like to think that while at school, he was a good guy, who truelly thought of Moody, Padfoot and Prongs as his true friends. Pairings arn't really shown in the first books, because the boys are a bit young, but I am going to make them know Lily, and bring the fact that James likes her, in a later book. Yes, I'm doing the seven books. Well, at least I hope I am.

Chapter 1: Two Similiar Boys, Two Different Families

James Potter had known he was a wizard most of his life. His father had been a wizard, and had come from a long line of wizards. Some of those distant relatives didn't like the who James' father, Robert, had married. Krystal Poonik was her name, a muggleborn, with parents about as muggle as it comes. Mr. and Mrs. Poonik were indeed abashed when they found out their only child was a witch, but unlike other muggles, learnt to accept it. Krystal met Robert in their fifth year at hogwarts, and had fallen in love immediately, and not long after they graduated, got married. And not long after that, the now Mrs. Potter, gave birth to a black haired little boy. Mr. Potter named his James, after his own father. He had his mother's black hair and brown eyes, but as he grew older, the pair of them realised that his stature simply had to be that of his father's. Skinny as anything, no matter what her ate, and scraggly legs. The strangest thing that James and Mr. Potter had in common was their hair. Though Mr. Potter had sandy blonde hair, and James had jet black, their hair always looked to be in the same mess. No matter how much Mrs. Potter complained about both of their haircuts, it was simply impossible for anything to change who they were, and James wouldn't want it any other way.

At the age of 5, his parents realised that he was beginning to have trouble seeing, and took him to an eye doctor, only to realise their suspicion... he needed glasses. No one in Mr. Potter's family had ever needed glasses, but Mrs. Potter addmitted that it was a heridtary thing in her family that had simply skipped her generation. Now James had something that set him apart from both his parents, and was pleased that people no longer commented on how much he looked like his father.

June 21st had always been his birthday. He liked it, because it meant it was always in the summer holidays. He happily got to invite his friends over, and swam in his pool out he back of his house. The Potter's were decentely well off, ofcourse, with Mr. Potter working at the ministry. James was never sure what his father did there, but he knew it had to important.

The one thing that James always loved about being a wizard was brooms. Those amazing flying instruments that his father had taught to use at a young age (to wizarding parents, teaching his son how to ride a broom was like teaching them how to ride a bike). Mr. Potter had been amazed at how easily James had taken to air on one of those very small brooms that were made particualarly for little wizards to use.

The date was June 21st, and it was in fact James' 11th birthday. His father had just presented his son with a new broom, a Nimbus 1000, the best broom at that time. James had been so happy, he raced outside to try it, not finishing his breakfast, much to his mother's dismay. Mr. Potter sat at the table, reading the Daily Prophet, as Mrs. Potter growled at him.

"You couldn't of waited until after he finished breakfast to give him, could you?" she asked, and Mr. Potter shook his head.

"Of course not, Krystal, because I knew he'd be mad if I waited that long to give him his birthday present." Mrs. Potter glared at her husband, before turning back to the stove.

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Outside, James was already flying around on his broom. His family lived in the country, which was a good thing, since he loved to fly. He was so graceful on a broom, and moved quickly in and out of the trees that were scattered everywhere.

He flew nearlly all day, and as dusk was falling over the country side, he decided to turn back, somewhat reluctantly. He flew down to the grassy feild that he was over, and sat there for a few seconds. He was about to mount his broom again, when a shout came from behind a tree. James quickly turned around, and quickly hid his broom, hoping the eyes that came with the voice hadn't seen him flying. A young boy with scraggly dark brown hair came out, and he himself held a broom in his hand. James relaxed, bringing his own broom out of behind his back. The boy smiled at him.

"Hey, you shouldn't be so free in your flying around here. Muggles will see you," he said, hopping on his broom and hovering his way to James. He jumped off his broom, and held out his hand.

"Name's Black, Sirius Black," he said, and James grasped his hand, before pulling away.

"Hey, I've heard of the Black's! My dad's got one in his department at the ministry. He doesn't really like him, or his family for that matter." The boy, Sirius, snickered at this.

"Most people don't like my family," he said. "We aint got the best rep, us Black's, even I don't like most of them." Sirius hopped back on his broom, and looked back down at James.

"You going to hogwarts some time soon?" he asked, and James nodded.

"Started this year!" he yelled back, and hopped on his own broom, and they both flew away.

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"Where have you been? You haven't had lunch or anything!" his mother whined, as he walked in the front door. James had noticed his stomach rumbling once every few minutes, but had ignored, as the rush of the air through himself and the broom and kept him going. James ate with his parents, before escaping to his room, and going through his latest quidditch magazine. His thoughts drifted back towards the boy he had met in the feild. Sure, he didn't know him that well, but there was something about that guy that made James think he could be a great friend, no matter who his family was, or how they acted. He hoped to see him again soon.

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A few weeks passed, and James started to get worried. The end of the summer holidays were nearing their end, and he still hadn't recieved his hogwarts letter. He had taken to pacing across his room, in which he stayed long times in, to avoid the glances at him that his father gave him when he did it down stairs, and the worried looks his mother gave him when he wouldn't eat his dinner, or some other meal. James was constantly smiling reassuringly at his mother, but down inside, he felt no better. His thoughts always turned to the Nimbus 1000 that sat in his cupboard.

One day, sitting on his bed, cleaning the broom, he heard a knock on the door. He was at home alone, and figured they'd go away if he left it alone. Then he thought maybe it was his letter, finally arriving, and bounded down the stairs. He opened the door, to find the boy he'd met weeks ago, Sirius. He grinned mischeviously at James, before inviting himself in. James smiled, despite of himself, and followed him.

"Nice house you got here, Potter," he said, and walking into the loundroom, flopped on the lounge. James sat down at the single couch, before looking curiously at Sirius.

"Thanks, but it's really my parents..." he said, and Sirius shrugged. He stood up, pulled something out of his pocket, chucked it at James, before plopping himself back down on the couch. James picked up the peice of paper, and immediately recognised it as a hogwarts letter, addressed to Sirius Black.

"You already got yours," said James, somewhat crestfallen. Sirius saw this, and shrugged.

"Hey, I'm sure you'll get yours soon... you can fly a broom, that's got to be a least enough to get you in," he said, and that mischevious smile returned again. James would come to realise that that smile was almost always on Sirius' face, and James couldn't complain. Sirius' crazy mind was perfectly matched with James'. He knew that they would be best friends.

Time went by that day, and the whole time Sirius and James hanged out, talking about quiddich, what they hoped Hogwarts would be like, and other stuff. It was getting on dusk when Mr. and Mrs. Potter returned. As they saw a stranger sitting in their loudroom, they fell silent. James stood, and smiled at his parents.

"Mum, dad, this is my friend." Sirius smiled at that. "Sirius Black." This didn't quench the stillness that held the Potters. James looked from his parents to Sirius, and back again. His father took a step forward, holding out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Sirius," he said, and Sirius sighed, and stood up, and grasped his hand in a shake, putting on a genuine smile. "I know your father Orion, Sirius. He's... different, but you don't take after him, do you?" Sirius shook his head, as his lips returned to the mischevious smile.

Sirius stayed for dinner, and quickly won over James' parents.

That night, after dinner, as Sirius was about to leave, he turned to James.

"Hey, Potter, thanks for letting me hang here today. I guess I should of told you this earlier... I had a fight with me mum, raced out of the house..." he paused biting his lip. "But hey, you don't want to hear all this, what am I going on about?" he said, but James shook his head.

"Nah, it's cool," he said, smiling. "You made what I thought was going to be a boring day fun." Sirius' face flicked to the genuine smile again, and flicked back. Sirius turned to walk out the door, before turning back.

"When you get your letter..." he started, and as he saw James' face turn to a frown, he added "And don't worry, you'll get it. When you get it, send me an owl, and we can go to Diagon Alley together, 'k?" he asked, and James nodded. Sirius smiled back and jumped on his broom and zoomed off. James turned inside, and saw his father sat there. James was going to go back to his room, but Mr. Potter stopped him.

"James, Sirius seems like a nice boy," he said, and James nodded. To him, it sounded like his father was talking to a teenage girl who had just brought home a boy for the first time. He rolled his eyes, and thankfully his father hadn't seen him.

"You've heard the rumours about the Black's though, I assume?" he asked, and James groaned.

"Dad, Sirius hates his family, you heard how he went on about his mother and that freaky cousin of his." James walked up the stairs, and sighed as he fell onto his bed.

Miss Ella: God, if one person asks me if James and Sirius were meant to come off gay in this chapter, the answer is no! Not at all! That's why I put in the teenage girl reference, with the rolling of the eyes. Please, don't ask me about that, but other then that, R+R!!!