"Mom, for God's sake please let Sirius and me take the train!" James Potter
pleaded with his mother for the 50th time.
"Sirius and I," Mrs. Potter corrected none to gently, glaring at her son like an angry eagle. "And no, you may not take the train, do you have any idea how many dark wizards could be waiting around Hogsmeade Station?" She snapped, looking incredulously at her son and his best friend. James emitted an exasperated sigh, rolling his dark brown eyes at the ceiling with impatience.
"MOM!" James whined, screwing up his face and giving his mother puppy eyes. "Being on the train is a big part of going to Hogwarts. I want to see Remus. I haven't seen or heard from him all summer." Mrs. Potter sighed, giving her son's ridiculous face a measuring glance. It had been so long since he'd asked for anything, and he'd been so good this summer about staying inside and living without the luxuries of their house. He had also taken the deaths in his family very hard, maybe it would pay off to give him this little taste of normalcy.
"Fine." Mrs. Potter said shortly. James and Sirius cheered, and James gave his mother a big hug. She smiled grudgingly, pushing her son away from her playfully. "You're wearing the invisibility cloak the whole time. Some of those Slytherins could tell their fathers you're on the train and then-"
"Fine, Mom, fine. Well we've got to be off! I'll write you! Don't give me that look! I'm getting the cloak right now!" James called as he hurried off down the hall towards his room.
"Sirius, go on ahead, I need to talk to James for a second." Mrs. Potter told Sirius, giving him a hug as well. "I'm sure you've got a right gaggle of admirers waiting." she told the handsome boy.
"You'll always be my favorite girl, Mrs. P." Sirius said, his blue eyes twinkling. He winked at Mrs. Potter, flashed her a smile, and disapparated.
James came back to find his best friend gone ahead, he looked at mother with a tired look on his face.
"What is it Mom? Did you scare Sirius off again?" James asked.
"No. I just want to talk to you." Mrs. Potter smiled sadly at her son. "I don't want you to act differently in Hogwarts this year. I want to get at least three letters from Dumbledore a term about how bad your behavior is, understood?" She asked, smiling, yet totally serious. James smiled back.
"No worries, Mom, that'll be a sinch."
"I'm serious James. I don't want to hear anything about you sulking around. You're young. Live while you got it." She smiled sadly at her tall, wonderful son. Head Boy, top of his class, Team Quidditch Captain, and resident trouble maker at Hogwarts. She knew that he was on his way to greatness. She gave him a hug, marveling at how much taller he was than she. He also winked at her, this wonderful child of her body, before disappearing under his cloak, the top of his untidy hair vanishing before his mother's eyes. She heard him disapparate, and wondered if that was the last time she would ever see her son.
"Sirius and I," Mrs. Potter corrected none to gently, glaring at her son like an angry eagle. "And no, you may not take the train, do you have any idea how many dark wizards could be waiting around Hogsmeade Station?" She snapped, looking incredulously at her son and his best friend. James emitted an exasperated sigh, rolling his dark brown eyes at the ceiling with impatience.
"MOM!" James whined, screwing up his face and giving his mother puppy eyes. "Being on the train is a big part of going to Hogwarts. I want to see Remus. I haven't seen or heard from him all summer." Mrs. Potter sighed, giving her son's ridiculous face a measuring glance. It had been so long since he'd asked for anything, and he'd been so good this summer about staying inside and living without the luxuries of their house. He had also taken the deaths in his family very hard, maybe it would pay off to give him this little taste of normalcy.
"Fine." Mrs. Potter said shortly. James and Sirius cheered, and James gave his mother a big hug. She smiled grudgingly, pushing her son away from her playfully. "You're wearing the invisibility cloak the whole time. Some of those Slytherins could tell their fathers you're on the train and then-"
"Fine, Mom, fine. Well we've got to be off! I'll write you! Don't give me that look! I'm getting the cloak right now!" James called as he hurried off down the hall towards his room.
"Sirius, go on ahead, I need to talk to James for a second." Mrs. Potter told Sirius, giving him a hug as well. "I'm sure you've got a right gaggle of admirers waiting." she told the handsome boy.
"You'll always be my favorite girl, Mrs. P." Sirius said, his blue eyes twinkling. He winked at Mrs. Potter, flashed her a smile, and disapparated.
James came back to find his best friend gone ahead, he looked at mother with a tired look on his face.
"What is it Mom? Did you scare Sirius off again?" James asked.
"No. I just want to talk to you." Mrs. Potter smiled sadly at her son. "I don't want you to act differently in Hogwarts this year. I want to get at least three letters from Dumbledore a term about how bad your behavior is, understood?" She asked, smiling, yet totally serious. James smiled back.
"No worries, Mom, that'll be a sinch."
"I'm serious James. I don't want to hear anything about you sulking around. You're young. Live while you got it." She smiled sadly at her tall, wonderful son. Head Boy, top of his class, Team Quidditch Captain, and resident trouble maker at Hogwarts. She knew that he was on his way to greatness. She gave him a hug, marveling at how much taller he was than she. He also winked at her, this wonderful child of her body, before disappearing under his cloak, the top of his untidy hair vanishing before his mother's eyes. She heard him disapparate, and wondered if that was the last time she would ever see her son.
