Author: Twizted Tiger
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. No money is being made off of this (obviously). So…yeah.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Basically you're same old Lily/James story. Lily hates James, James hates Lily, Remus is a werewolf, Peter is retarded, and Sirius is just plain dumb.
Pairings: L/J R/OC S/OC
Author's Notes: Um, nothing really to say, except R/R!
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James Potter was your normal sixteen-year-old boy. He had raven hair that was unmanageable and clear blue eyes hidden behind thin, wire-framed glasses. He was about 6'4'' and pretty muscular. Oh, and he was a wizard.
James lived in England and was currently trying to find his socks. Now, this may seem a little odd, but they were his lucky socks. He couldn't play Quidditch, a very complicated game played with seven players, four balls, and on broomsticks, without them. Today was the first game of the season, and Gryffindor needed to win today.
"James! Just forget about the socks! We're going to be late!" Sirius Black, his best mate, said to him as he dodged a pair of pants. James was looking through his trunk and throwing everything that was not his socks across the room.
"I can't! I need my socks!" James' voice was muffled.
"Fine. You're the one that will have to put up with Johnson, not me. I'm going down, later, and good luck…" Sirius said and left the room.
"Aha!" James shouted a few minutes later. "I found them!!" He sat on the edge of his bed and put his on his lucky socks (they were blue with little yellow ducks all over them).
He jumped off of his bed, jammed his shoes on, and raced down the stairs and out the Common Room, almost running over a few first years on the way. Finally he reached the Quidditch pitch and walked into the changing room. He met the rest of the team and a very angry Miranda Johnson.
"Well, James, you better have a damn good reason as to why you were late today," Johnson said while glaring at him.
He looked over at Sirius who just gave him a sympathetic look. "I was looking for my lucky socks…" he said with a sheepish grin.
"I'm contemplating on whether or not to let you play today."
"Oh, please, let me play today! I'm really sorry!" James pleaded.
"Fine. But next time you won't be so lucky, Potter! By the way, did you find them?"
"Yup," he said with a grin.
"Alright, team, let's go out there and kick some Slytherin ass!" Johnson yelled and everyone filed out onto the pitch.
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Sorry that it's so short! Read and Review!