I stood at the top landing hiding from view of the people I was about to meet. Dorea was talking to a man who must be her husband, Charlus. A few feet away was a boy my age that looked exactly like the man I think to be Charlus. The boy had mess black that seemed untamable, hazel eyes behind glasses that fit his appearance perfectly. He also seemed to be a lot taller than me, probably about a head taller. They seemed nervous, which made me smile a little. I pulled my sleeves down lower and headed around the corner. They stopped talking when they saw me. Dorea came and put her hands on top of my shoulders gently.

"Vanessa this is my husband, Charlus," She gestured to the man. I knew it. He smiled kindly at me. "And this son, James." She gestured to the boy, who gave a small wave.

"Nice to meet you, Vanessa." James said and held out his hand. I pulled my sleeve more down with my fingers and shook his hand, giving him a small smile. He smiled one back.

"Well, now that we're all introduced I'm going to start making supper. Charlus come help me." Dorea said and head to a door which I guess probably was the kitchen door. Charlus sighed and turned to me.

"Excuse me, I liked to chat but duty calls." He replied. He then followed his wife into the kitchen. I was alone with James now. James rubbed his neck probably not sure what to do with me. It was silent then I had enough of it and turned to the stairs to go back to my new room. I was stopped by James though.

"Do you like Quidditch, by any chance?" He asked. I turned around and nodded. He smiled.

"What's your favorite team?" He questioned.

"The Cannons." I replied. This seemed to make him smile wider.

"Then we're going to get along just fine. I always wanted a little sister." He said and put his arm around my shoulders. The last statement made me a little uncomfortable. "Come on, let's go to my room. You can tell me about yourself while I write a letter." I followed him to the third floor. His room was a few doors down from mine. His room was covered in moving Quidditch posters, and was painted the colors red and gold. He sat down at a desk next to his bed, and gestured for me to sit. I sat on the floor my legs pulled up to my chest, my arms, which were cover by my black jacket, crossed on top of my legs. I rested my chin on my arms. James dug around for a pen and paper. He was about to start writing when he looked at me.

"You don't talk much do you?" He said more like a statement than a question.

"I never have anything to say most of the time and I don't like talking about myself much." I said. Mostly he would probably act weird around me if he knew most things about me. He nodded.

"Well, how about I ask you random questions about you and you answer." He reasoned. I shrugged. He took that as a yes.

"What's your favorite color?" he asked while writing his letter.

"Purple or black." I answered.

"Favorite food?"

"Anything Chocolate."

"When's your birthday?"

"October 10th."

"Favorite position in Quidditch?"

"Chaser."

"Have you ever played Quiddicth?"

"No, my old school didn't think young ladies should play horrid game."

James spun around quickly, mouth wide open. "What school would ever think that?" He almost screamed.

"Beauxbatons." I replied bitterly.

"I am guessing then you've never rode on a broomstick." He said. I nodded.

"That is going to change quickly. Favorite animal?" He continued to and spun back around to finish writing his letter.

"A wolf." I answered.

We played like that for a while till he asked me the question I have always dreaded answering.

"What's your past story?" He asked. I stiffened.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He said.

I was silent for a moment thinking about telling him then decided against it.

"Next question." I replied. He nodded and asked, "Do you ever take off that jacket?" I shook my head no. Even after he had finished his letter and sent it, he kept asking me questions. After a while he ran out of questions and then started to tell me about him. He was attending Hogwarts as a Gryffindor 7th year, and other things but what he liked telling me most about was his friend the other three Marauders as they called themselves. They we're the pranksters of Hogwarts. He told me about every one of them. Remus is the smart, responsible one of the group and the plan master. Peter who was away visiting his sick mum and is distancing himself from the others, this really worried James, and James's best friend the one the only Sirius Black. Sirius was a master pranker, always looked on the brightside of things, but only had two settings happy or angry, but I believed he had other emotions than that, and he sometimes or more than sometimes ended up staying here most of the summer. He told me about all the awesome pranks they pulled, and a girl named Lily. When he talked about her he had this dream like look on his face that caused me to laugh, and he threw a wad of paper at me, but just laughed and threw it back at him. Afterwards he somehow ended up sitting on the floor next to me.

"You're a great listener." He replied. I shrugged.

"You know you could talk once in a while." he said. I just shrugged again. He laughed. The door opened to show Dorea, who smiled at us.

"It's time for dinner, and James someone's here to see you."

James nodded. She left and James then stood up. He held his hand out to help me up. I pulled my sleeve down again with my fingers and took his hand. He smiled at me.

"I think I have a pretty good guess who's here to see me, but I think he's more of wanting to see you than me." He said, "Since I mentioned you in the letter I was writing to him." I twisted my hair around my finger upset that he did that.

"Don't look so mad, it's best you meet him sooner than later. Come on, or he'll come up here himself." James said, laughing a bit. I sighed inwardly; another person to meet and I followed James down stairs.