if I owned Harry Potter, i wouldnt be here...


James Potter was lying on his bed, bored out of his skull. It was a few weeks into the summer holidays, and he was already bored, he thought angrily. This wasn't supposed to happen, but it was.

The reason James was bored you see, was because he was being neglected (in his words) by his friends, all of whom were being very ridiculous not entertaining their friend, and, of course, it was all their fault. Well, maybe not in Remus' case, as it had been the full moon only yesterday, and of course Sirius couldn't help his boredom...his parents would kill him if they found out Sirius was talking to a blood traitor whilst in their house. So it was only really Peter...who had been told many times to stay away from him and Sirius (they were very bad influences)...so it wasn't really any of their faults that he was stuck in a big house all by himself with nothing to do.

Just when he had resigned himself to his horribly boring fate, he heard a noise at the window...

Tap tap tap... looking around confused for the source of the noise...tap tap tap...tap tap tap...he finally located the sound at the window. A beautiful Barn Owl he had never seen before. Hurrying over to the window, James opened it up, and took the letter from to owl's leg. Tearing it open, he began to read,

James, (he immediately recognised Lily's handwriting)

I know this is strange, and believe me, if I didn't think it necessary, I wouldn't be writing to you, but you are the only person I could think of. Well, the thing is Sirius. He needs help. Long story short, me and my step-sister found him being beaten up in a street. We've taken him back to our house, but I he can't really stay here and I thought that you two are close, and he seemed to be scared of someone, I think it was his dad, but I'm not sure. I was wondering if you could come and get him, my address is 17 Perridew Way, London.

Come quickly,

Lily Evans

Of course, James was up on his feet and down the stairs as soon as he had read about Sirius being beaten up, and he didn't really read the rest of the letter until he was out of the house and had summoned the Knight Bus, seen as he didn't really know where to go.

After slipping the conductor several Galleons to jump to the top of the queue (queue jumping horrible I know), he couldn't sit down. Finally, his stop arrived; he leapt from the bus, onto the street, trying to find the correct number...


Another short chapter sorry, but the next one should be up soonish i hope...well, anyway...that nice button. just down there...you can see it. press it. go on. you know you want to...