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Thank you… I wouldn't mind owning Sirius though.

James Potter gave a loud 'Oomph!' as his best friend landed right next to him on the bed; making him tumble off the edge.

"Padfoot! Why do you insist on waking my up like that?" James asked while rubbing his head. Donning his glasses he fixed a glare over at Sirius Black, better known as Padfoot.

"Because prongs, it 's fun!" he replied grinning.

James looked at his clock "Bloody hell, Padfoot. You couldn't wait until eleven to get me out of bed?" He groaned, ruffling his black hair and closing his hazel eyes. Hearing a muffled thump he looked towards the window to see a barn owl swooping into his room.

Sirius quickly grabbed the letter from the owl after handing it a treat. James crawled up onto the bed and gazed curiously over Sirius's shoulder to read the envelope. "Who's it from Padfoot?" he asked.

"Moony. Now get off before you knock us both onto the floor." Sirius replied lazily at James with a pointed look in his grey eyes. James sighed and reluctantly backed up. The last thing he wanted was to be scolded by his mum.

"James! Sirius! Breakfast's ready!" Patricia Potter, James' mum, called up to the third floor of Potter Manor. There were five floors in all, including the basement and attic. The first floor was usually where his parents held ministry parties or other such events. The second floor there held the parlor, kitchen, living room, study, library, and laundry room. The third floor was Sirius's bedroom, James' bedroom, the master bedroom, as well as two guest rooms.

Hearing the familiar summoning James grinned at Sirius, "Race ya!" he called jetting to the stairs, jumping down then two at a time.

Sirius scowled, "OY! No fair! You got a head start!"

James laughed as he skidded to a stop reaching the kitchen. He sat down in his chair and happily began eating his bacon and eggs.

Sirius sat down next to him as Patricia put her hands on her hips looking at them. Her brown hair was done up in a bun and her hazel eyes were looking at the boys with a 'what did you two do this time?' look.

"We didnit do wany fing!" James said, a mouth full of food.

Sirius nodded earnestly as possible in agreement. "Yeah we were just racing. But we could set off a dung bomb if you like." he grinned glancing at James as he swallowed.

"Yeah if you insist." James agreed, grinning like a fool.

"Not now, maybe later boys." She laughed, busying herself with finishing breakfast.

James' dad came down holding the daily prophet, "Something smells good." Mark Potter had messy, jet black hair exactly like his son; his eyes were, for the most part, were a shade lighter. Looking at the two was like looking into the future or past respectfully. He sat down as Patricia sat a plate down in front of him.

James only halted stuffing his mouth with food long enough to get a sip of pumpkin juice or to get air but other than that, his and Sirius's stomachs were like the black abyss. He looked up to see an owl land in front of Sirius and he. They both took the letters deftly knowing they were from Hogwarts. Both dumped the contents onto the table. James moved aside the letter seeing something under it. He picked it up and gasped, nearly dropping it. He was holding the Head Boy badge!

"Blimey James! Are you sure they didn't send you Remus' letter?" Sirius gaped, reading over his shoulder.

"Pretty sure." James replied, finishing his breakfast. Sirius finished and they both went to the backyard to play quidditch.

Author's note: Thank you again LJ and thanks for everyone who read this!