Everyone was there today. Sirius and Remus came early and helped with the decorations. Everyone was excited. Today Harry would get his letter of acceptance at Hogwarts. It would be the one of the biggest events of the year.

Michael had been up all night cleaning the house. Well, actually he started cleaning in the early afternoon of the day before. He was being punished for 'something he did again'. The house elves were not allowed to help what so ever. So Michael had to clean the entire big house by himself and it had been a long and stressful job for a small ten year old. Needless to say, he was exhausted.

Michael crashed on his bed. He wished he didn't have to go to his brother's party, but of course if he didn't then he would get punished. He just wanted this day to pass. That it was already tomorrow. Michael did not look forward to many things, but he looked forward to tomorrow. He would get his Hogwarts letter of acceptance and that meant he could get anyway from his family. Perhaps he could be in a different house than Harry. Ravenclaw would be great, Hufflepuff would be nice, but Michael highly doubted he would be put in there. He laughed at the thought of being put in Slytherin. There was no why he would be in there. Michael sat up and could just image the reaction if he were to be sent to Slytherin. No, he would be sent to Gryffindor just like everyone else in his family. But it was nice to image that he could be in another house.

Michael sighed as he got up. He had yet to get ready and the party started in half an hour. He trudged upstairs and jumped into the guest bathroom shower. He took a quick cold shower and went to get his clothes on that Lily had been 'kind' enough to lay out him to iron with everyone else's. Michael looked around the place where he had them and found nothing. He looked at the clock and saw it was close to time that the first waves of guests were to arrive. He started panicking. Michael could not find his clothes anywhere.

"Something wrong," someone said.

Michael jumped and spun around. "Mr. Black, you scared me."

"Why are you being so formal," Sirius said.

"Well sir," Michael said, "It's just that we don't really … um…hang out much and so…"

Sirius frowned. "Come to think about it, we really haven't spent much time together have we?"

Michael shook his head.

"I'm sorry Michael," Sirius said. "How about we do something for your birthday, just me and you? Would you like that?"

Michael nodded his head.

"Alright," Sirius said. "Tomorrow, it's just me and you."

"Um," Michael said, "You haven't by chance seen my dress robes around have you?"

"Hmm," Sirius said thinking, "I think they are in your room."

Michael eyes widen slightly. That was very far from where he had left them.

"Thank you," Michael said rushing off.

Michael finally got to his pretend room, and sure enough there were his dress robes, on the floor wrinkled.

"Oh dear," Harry said leaning against the door frame. "I thought you were supposed to iron my dress robes."

"What are you talking about," Michael snapped.

"See for yourself," Harry said.

Harry walked in. Michael saw that he was not ready either. Harry picked up the dress robes and handed them to Michael. The younger twin took them and looked. His mouth dropped open. Sure enough it was Harry's dress robes that were wrinkled.

"This is low," Michael hissed. "Even for you."

"I don't know what you are talking about," Harry said.

Michael snapped. He had had enough of this. Michael threw himself at Harry and started hitting his twin. He didn't care about anything. He didn't care he would get in trouble for doing it. He was tired of all of this.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"

Suddenly hands were around Michael's waist, pulling him away from Harry.

"Harry, Harry," Lily cried, "Are you alright?"

"What happened?" James demanded.

"My dress robes are wrinkled and I asked Mikey to switch with me," Harry said. "And he just threw himself at me and started hitting me."

"Michael," James said rounding on his other son, "Switch with Harry. We'll talk about this later."

"What a minute James," Remus said.

"What," James said impatiently.

"Are you not going to hear Michael's side," Sirius said. "I mean I think it would take more than that to make Michael react in such a way."

James had a look of outrage before he took a deep breath. "Alright Michael what happened?"

"It's just has Harry said," Michael lied casting his eyes to the floor. "I have no idea what came over me."

The was a knock on the door.

"Don't worry," Remus said pointing is wand at the robes and they were suddenly wrinkled free. "There now everything is as good as new."

"Come on," Lily said stroking Harry's hair. "I'll help you get ready."

When everyone but James and Michael had left the room, James rounded on Michael. Michael knew he was in deep trouble.

"What the hell do you thinking you were doing," James said. "He has done nothing to warrant this. Get your clothes on and do something with that ruddy hair."

"Yes sir," Michael said.

James slammed the door. Michael stood there with his eyes watering. He always got the short end of the straw. He wished that it was tomorrow.

"Oh no," Michael said sinking to the floor.

Michael realized he just ruined everything. Sirius had promised to take him to out for his birthday and now Sirius may not want to take him out for his birthday.

The party was as boring as ever. Michael was sitting at the table with his family. They were eating an expensive lunch that Sirius and the Potters paid for. They did not hold back for nothing was too good for the Boy Who Lived. Michael ate ever little of the food. He never ate much.

"And now," James said. "I think that it is time to go into the other room."

And without further ado everyone stood up and walked into the room where Harry's presents were.

"You must be Michael Potter," a woman said.

Michael smiled at the woman and nodded. He knew of this woman. She was Rita Skeeter from the Daily Prophet. Michael didn't really like her writing style.

"Would you mind if I ask you a few questions," Rita asked.

"No ma'am," Michael said politely, "Go right ahead."

"How well do you and your brother get along," Rita asked.

"Very well," Michael said. "We are almost inseparable."

"Really," Rita said. "You don't mind if I use a Quick Quill do you?"

Michael shook his head.

"We always hear of people going to Harry's party," Rita said. "How are your birthday parties?"

"Mine are not as extravagant," Michael said. "I like simple parties."

"So you're saying that these parties are a waste of time and money," Rita said.

"No," Michael said, "I never said that. I just don't like big parties."

"Umm…Sure dear," Rita said not listening. "So what do you and your brother do most of the time?"

"We mostly play around and stuff," Michael said.

"No one really sees you out of the house much," Rita said.

"I get sick a lot," Michael said. "My immune system isn't very good."

"Really," Rita said. "You look like a healthy child."

"Well," Michael said.

"Mikey," Harry chided, "We have some pictures to take."

Harry wrapped his arm around Michael's neck.

"Oh how cute," Rita said, "brotherly love."

'Yeah,' Michael thought as Harry stepped on his foot, 'some brotherly love.'

Next time:Will Sirius stay true to his word and spend the day with Michael? What was Rita Skeeter up to? Will Michael ever catch a break? Why is there talk about Michael not going to Hogwarts? Find out next time. Oh by the way there is a poll up for this story. Go vote so I can update this faster.