"James..."

He looked around the empty room. Who was calling his names? Who had the sweetest most beautiful voice, like honey on his tongue, and was calling him?

"James, Where are you? I need you James..."

He spun around. The blackness had to turned to what looked like a Greek temple. He looked around for the voice again, surrounded by pillars. It came again, infiltrating his brain and making his legs go weak. He ran outside towards it. A figure was in the distance in the bright sun. It made him run faster. He stopped about ten meters back.

There she sat upon the altar, absolutely perfect. She leant forward in her white toga dress, her hair shining, tumbling over her perfect small shoulders and covering one glittering green eye.

"I'm waiting James. Come to me..." The way she said his name, he couldn't have resisted if he wanted. He came forward to her. "James..."

"Lily..."

"James..."

"Oh James..." It was a deeper singsong voice. His eyes opened suddenly. He looked to the side where the voice was coming from. It wasn't lily but yet, he wasn't disappointed. It was Sirius. He was leaning back in the chair, standing it on two legs. He looked quite bored as he held a magazine side ways. His head tilted to the side.

"Is that my Wild Witches?"

"Yeah. These foreign magazines are amazing. Who knew the Greeks were so kinky?"

"Well there goes your birthday present..."

"No problem. I'm going to be Fourteen, that's six months older than you. You can't give me Wild witches, that's kids stuff!"

"And what would you suggest? Broomtrix?" Sirius gave a bark of laughter. James watched him. He was still looking at the centrefold. He flipped the page and whistled

"When are you going to try out for the team? You've been practising for two years now." Sirius shook his head. "Why not? You'll make an excellent beater."

"Just because I saved you from cracking your skull open a second time in Three years does not mean I'll make a good Beater nor does it save you from food poisoning." Right on cue James' stomach lurched and Sirius held out the bucket lazily. He finally put his chair down onto two legs again and put the magazine back under James' bed. He held it as James heaved up everything he'd ever eaten, watching him worriedly.

He lay down again tiredly and Sirius wiped his mouth and put a cold cloth on his head. He smiled at Sirius weakly.

"You're such a mother..."

"Shut up or take care of yourself." James smiled again.

"You know, being on the Quidditch team attracts all sorts of girls." Sirius scoffed.

"You've been on the team for over a year, Mr. Bona fide Virgin. Besides, I don't need to ride a broom to get girls." He rolled his eyes. "Who do you have your eye on lately anyway?"

"No one."

"Don't lie to me James, I know you better than you do. Besides, you were moaning in your sleep." James hesitated.

"Okay, but you have to promise not to tell. Anyone. Not even Remus or Peter."

"You don't trust me?"

"No, you've just been known to have a big mouth."

"I'm insulted, really. Now tell me or I'll turn in your stash of 'Brooms And Pussies'." James bit his lip. Sirius smiled and leaned closer.

It took him three hours and a smothering with a pillow to get him to stop laughing.