*James's POV

Ugh 7am. Why am I awake?

"James! Breakfast!"

Seems like a good enough reason to get up. I roll over to grab my glasses off the bedside table but just end up rolling out of bed. Ow. Great now I have a headache.

"JAMES! Your toast is getting cold!"

I stand up and chuck the duvet back on the bed. Mum will tidy it up later. I am about to leave my room when I walk past a mirror. Damn I am handsome. Then I realise I'm only wearing boxer shorts. Coming to the conclusion that boxer shorts are not suitable for a family breakfast I pick some jeans and a t-shirt up off the floor and throw them on. Checking myself out in the mirror again I deem myself good enough. I trudge down the stairs tripping on the last step and landing flat on my face. I am clearly not awake yet.

"James! What is all that racket? Now come down stairs and get your breakfast!"

Standing up and brushing myself off I manage to make it to the kitchen without injuring myself further. I sit down and my Mum puts a plate of toast in front of me, digging in I barely notice the owl fly in through the window. Mum unties the letter and starts to read, her smile growing wider by the second.

"Oh James! Your head boy! Congratulations, I always knew you would. Oh, my Jamsie is all grown up!"

She starts sobbing on my shoulder (Presumably of pride!?) and I'm left in an awkward position. My right arm is stuck between her and my body and so with my left hand full of toast I attempt to pat her back. Head Boy! Whoa, Dumbledore must think highly of me to give me that title because I know for a fact that Remus would make a better head boy than me, well anyone to be fair. I mean sure I'm popular and good looking and good with people but I don't know the first thing about sticking to the rules. I in fact am only good at breaking the rules. Well I hope Dumbledore knows what he is doing.

"I'm sorry. Now that's out of my system, we're going into Diagon Alley today because you need new robes."

"Why what's wrong with the ones I have?"

"James! They're five inches too short for you."

"Fine but can Sirius come? He's probably dying to get away from his family."

"Yes! Sirius is a darling to have around the house, so sweet and helpful. His mother must be so proud."

I laugh inwardly knowing for a fact that Sirius's mother is anything but proud of him. Going back to my breakfast I look up at the other end of the table and notice Dad is missing.

"Dad still at the ministry?"

"Yes, sweetie but he promises he'll be back tomorrow to see you off." I see my mum's smile fade. Dad's been working late every day this week and only get a few hours kip before he's called back into the ministry. Some dark forces are arising or something, I'm not allowed to know even though I am of age. Sometimes he's away for days at a time and I miss him.

"James, are you done yet? We need to head out"

I clean my dishes and pull on a pair of trainers before heading to the fireplace where Mum is standing floo powder in hand.

"Nope, you're not going out till you put a jacket on."

Giving an exasperated sigh I dash upstairs and grab the closest jacket there is which happens to be a leather one. Ah well beggars can't be choosers. Running down stairs I trip on the last step again, I stand up and start muttering profanity at the step before I realise that I may live in a world of magic but this is a step and it can't do anything because it's an inanimate object. Groaning and turning away I find that Mum isn't alone in the living room anymore and standing next to her is my best friend Sirius Black.

"What's up Prongs? Heard we're going shopping! Yay…" Sirius's words are laced in sarcasm

"I know a real girls day out!" I say in the same mocking tone as his.

"Now, now boys. We're not even there yet and you're already moaning. Oh by the way I told the Lupin's that we would meet up with them somewhere is that better?"

"Oh yeah I'm jumping with joy now." Although I am still not totally on board with this impromptu shopping trip, it is made slightly better knowing that me and the rest of the rest of the Marauders will be there. Well most of them. Who knows where Peter is these days?! And on that thought I throw some Floo powder into the fire and yell "DIAGON ALLEY!"