I don't own Harry Potter, only J.K. Rowling does.
"Who wants butterbeer?"
"Me!" Sirius shouts and runs over to swipe one from the silver tray in mum's hands.
He chugs it down quickly and sets the empty mug on the table. "Thanks a lot, Mrs. Potter."
"Not a problem, dear. And I've already told you, call me Mum or Dorea. And you can call Charlus by his name or Dad." Mum replies, referring to my father, who's currently at work.
Sirius Black, my best mate, ran away from his family of pureblooded freaks two weeks ago. He's been living with us ever since.
Sirius grins sheepishly. "I'll try, Mrs-, um, mum."
Mum smiles back warmly. "Come on, James. Drink up. Both of you must be exhausted. You were out there for nearly 3 hours."
I take a sip. Ah, that's so refreshing. My mother's right, I'm dead tired. And Sirius probably is too. We were playing Quidditch outside with our new "Hurricane 1000"s. It was more like, flying, actually. It's a bit hard to play Quidditch with only two people. The most you can do is throw the quaffle back and forth or shoot it through the goal posts. Which was what we did. While discussing the odds of Evans agreeing to go out on a date with me when we start our 6th year at Hogwarts.
Lily Evans. She's so beautiful. I could go on and on, but I'll spare you, or whoever is reading my internal monologue. Evans just can't accept the fact that she has fallen for me. She won't admit, she wants me. But I'll wait for her. Like that Snow White muggle character, singing in that annoying voice about how someday her prince will come. Except it's the other way round. I just have to hope that when she does come, it's not when I'm being bloody murdered. That's just tragic. I don't think anyone has come back from the dead. Though that would be so cool, maybe the first person ever to come back to life after being murdered will be my first child. I'd be so proud of him, or her! And of course Evans will be the mother of that kid, she'll be the mother of any of my kids! We'll have such good looking babies. But anyway, I have to get her to go out with me first.
And today, we'll be getting our O.W.L.s results. O.W.L.s are basically exams we had to take in our 5th year. I think it's a waste of time. Or "the reason some of the most slack and care-free people you knew freaked out and wet their pants." According to my friend Remus, or Moony.
"So, are both of you excited to get back your results?" Mum asks eagerly, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Nah, not really. Since we already know how we'll do." Sirius says nonchalantly.
Mum raises her eyebrows. "Really?"
"Yeah," I say. I'll get "O"s for nearly everything. Maybe an "E" in Charms. And an "A" or "P" in History of Magic and Divination, but who cares about those?"
"I don't know, maybe Evans." Sirius sniggers.
I forgot to mention, studying is under Evans' favourite things. And getting good, sorry, top grades, is probably under a category called "Most important things in life". After James Potter.
Mum shakes her head and laughs lightly. "Be nice, there's nothing wrong with loving to study." That's right, mum already knows lots about her future daughter-in-law. Courtesy of moi.
We hear some hooting and turn to see two small barn owls flying through the window. I quickly finish whatever's left of my butterbeer and place it on the table next to Sirius'. The two birds land on the table and stick out their right leg.
"Took them long enough." Sirius strolls towards the two owls and unties the string around one of the owls legs. He opens the envelope and scans it.
He grins at me. "Did better than expected. What are you waiting for? Hurry up and open yours!"
I rush over to the other owl, and soon enough, the envelope is open.
ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL RESULTS
Pass Grades:
Outstanding (O)
Exceeds Expectations (E)
Acceptable (A)
Fail Grades:
Poor (P)
Dreadful (D)
Troll (T)
JAMES CHARLUS POTTER HAS ACHIEVED:
Astronomy: A
Care Of Magical Creatures: O
Charms: O
Defence Against The Dark Arts: O
Divination: P
Herbology: O
History Of Magic: P
Potions: O
Transfiguration: O
"Did you do well?" Mum asks.
I hand her the results. I can't believe it, I got an "O" in charms. I guess studying does work.
My mother wraps me in a hug. "Good job," Then she gives Sirius the same tight squeeze. "both of you."
I wonder how Evans is. If she hasn't gotten her results yet, then right now, she's probably on the verge of a full blown panic attack. That can be bad. Well, good luck to my future in-laws.