Mum, there's no need to cry..you'll see me in a few short months." A seventeen year old speaks quietly, ignoring the many stares and chuckles from passing students. 9 3/4 was very crowded, as usual, but it still didn't prevent anyone from noticing the scene that was taking place between him and his elderly mother.

I promise." he added, his heart racing with anger.

How badly he wanted to send all of them nasty glares, threaten them..but they were in fact, unaware of the situation, and had no idea what was the reasoning behind this heart-felt goodbye.

His mother had recently become rather ill, and his best friend Sirius and himself had taken full on responsibility during the summer as her aid-he was also forced to grow up.

He HAD to grow up, quicker than any other seventeen year old."But who's going to entertain me with picking on the cat?-or telling you're not-so-funny jokes?" the woman spoke weakly, sending a weak to her son.

He closed his eyes for a second, shaking his head with his laughter.

she continued, "I will really miss forcing out laughs.

James Potter gripped the strap of his bookbag, while another hand occupied the handle of a rather large suitcase. It was clear where he got his sarcasm from, and it was from this woman right here.

So, it's YOUR fault I'm always in detention?" he asked sarcastically, dropping his bags and pulling her into an immediate goodbye hug. He did it gently, knowing what state he was leaving her in...feeling her weak arms wrap around his back caused his heart to drop. He gulped, as she spoke, "see you at Christmas" in his right ear.

As he turned to walk away, she grabbed his arm violently, "You better not misuse that badge, you trouble maker" she snapped in a semi-serious tone, punching him gently in the arm.

Good thing you won't be at Hogwarts to remind me!" he yelled

as he turned around, picked up his bags, and proceeded to walk towards the train.