Attention-After some thought, I've changed the title because it really only worked with the first chapter, which makes sense because this was originally a one-shot. Don't freak out if you get notifications about a story with a different title XD Enjoy this chapter!


Lisa glanced around the common room looking for her younger brother, but she found someone much more interesting. James Potter was moping in the corner, glaring at nothing in particular. Lisa figured it wouldn't hurt to see what was wrong with him; he seemed fine at breakfast.

"Hey, James." She sat in the chair next to him and set her bag on the table. "What's bothering you?"

"My best friend is a twelve year old." He muttered.

"Really? He doesn't look like a twelve year old…"

"He acts like one." James spat out bitterly. "We're currently fighting about that fact. He needs to grow up and stop being such a child."

Lisa raised her eyebrows; James was a lot madder than she had thought. "I'm sorry…"

"It's not your fault." He sighed and banged his head on the table lightly, but enough to make a muffled bonk. Lily looked up from the couch at the noise. She rolled her eyes but came over anyways.

"James, mum is going to be very distraught when you come home brain dead. Banging your head on a table isn't going to make Fred less childish."

"Why not?" James frowned and looked up at his sister. "I doubt he's ever going to not be a child."

"You're never not going to be a child," Lily shot back.

"I'm not a child!," protested James.

"How many times a week do you sneak down to the kitchen for pudding? Who squeals every time he sees a kitten? Who is still playing pranks on people even though he's seventeen."

"Me." He sighed. Lisa started laughing.

"You squeal when you see kittens?"

"Yes! They are so adorable." James had a huge goofy grin on his face. "I'd have a cat if my parents didn't insist on buying me an owl when I got my letter for Hogwarts."

"They bought you an owl so you'd write them letters. When was the last time you did that?"

"Err, a couple of weeks ago." James looked guilty. He'd been busy pulling pranks and actually studying, for once.

"Well I'm sure they'd love to hear from their oldest son." Lily admonished. "I bet they'd have some advice about Fred too."

"How are you so smart?," joked James.

"I just am. But there is still the fact that you're quite childish yourself."

"I'm getting better," protested James. "I've only gotten detention once this year, I'm getting mostly E's, and I'm an excellent quidditch captain."

"What quidditch have to do with being mature?"

"…Nothing?" Lily patted her older brother on the head and returned to the couch and her book.

"Er, sorry about that." James rubbed the back of his neck. "Didn't mean to ignore you."

"It's fine." Lisa smiled. "She's your sister, you can't not talk to her. Speaking of siblings, I suppose I have to go find my little brother. It's his birthday today and I brought him a piece of chocolate cake."

"Tell him "happy birthday" for me." James stood up. "I have to go write a letter to my parents, just so they know I'm still alive and stuff."

Lisa laughed. "See you later." She looked around the common room for her brother and found him sitting in a corner with other first years. They all seemed to be hard at work with homework, except for Steven who was daydreaming.

"Shouldn't you be doing your homework?" She asked him.

"It's my birthday." He huffed. "Besides, I did it all yesterday. Thanks for the chocolate frogs and Quidditch magazine, by the way."

"No problem. I have a piece of cake here for you too." She pulled out the small cardboard box the house elves had put the cake in for her.

"What?" He was shocked. "Where did you get this?"

"The kitchens." She gave him a fork and he dug in with gusto.

"Ift dewiffif." Lisa laughed at the chocolate frosting around his mouth.

"Wipe your face off when you're done. Happy birthday, little brother." He gave her a one-armed hug and continued eating his cake. "Oh, and James says "happy birthday.""

Steven almost spit his cake out, but swallowed it instead. "Wait, you actually know him? I thought he was just kidding."

"I guess not." Lisa shrugged. "I'll see you later." She went up to her dorm to work on homework until it was time to go to bed, or at least she would have if Katie hadn't insisted on gossiping with her.

"So did you hear about Albus Potter?"

"Did he snog another girl? Because that happens every week, sometimes more than once."

"I know but it was Holly this time!"

"She snogs someone different every week too, it was bound to happen."

"UGH, you are a terrible gossiper."

"I thought you wanted to study for finals."

"I got side tracked." Katie was quiet for a minute and Lisa turned back to her potions essay. "So what's up with James Potter?"

"Him and Fred are fighting."

"No not that, everyone knows about that, they were yelling at each other this morning. I meant the fact that he hasn't been seen with anyone lately."

"I dunno, he claims to have "grown up"."

"When did he say that?" Katie looked at her suspiciously.

"In the common room before I came up here."

"He just announced it to everyone?" It wasn't beyond James to yell out random things in the common room. Last year he informed everyone that Fred's pants were in fact on fire, hence the smoke, and not to be alarmed. The year before that he had taken it upon himself to make it known that his little sister was off limits, unless of course, you wanted your face reconfigured.

"No, just me and his sister."

"OH-HO." Katie smirked. "So you've been hanging out with him have you?"

"Err-yes, I've told you that haven't I?"

"You've mentioned it once or twice in passing, but now, now I understand."

"Understand what?" Lisa loved Katie like a sister but sometimes she could be a little too much.

"I understand why James hasn't been snogging random girls."

"Because he's grown up?," asked Lisa, a little annoyed. She had just told her that, what about it did Katie not understand?

"No, that you and him are a thing, but a secret thing."

"WHAT?" Lisa's mouth dropped open. "NO! We are NOT a secret thing, nor are we a thing!"

"Hey, hey." Katie held her hands up as if to calm her friend. "Okay, I get it. But you can't blame me for assuming, all those late nights out you two had together…"

"Twice," snapped Lisa.

"You totally have a thing for him too." Katie was smirking again.

"Well…" Lisa blushed. "Umm, yes, but I doubt anything will happen. He's two years older than me, and knows a lot of other girls. I mean, it could happen, but it's very, very unlikely."

"Oh don't sell yourself short." Katie scoffed. "Robert's a year older than me, two years isn't that much."

"I know, but it's still uncommon." Lisa sighed. She didn't necessarily enjoy thinking that James would never like her. "Can I finish my homework now?"

Katie rolled her eyes. "Yes, I suppose. This conversation isn't over though."

"Urgh," replied Lisa. The remaining three occupants of their dorm chose this point to make an entrance. Charlotte and Nadine were both had their arms around Holly and were comforting her.

"What's wrong?," asked Katie. Even if she and Lisa didn't particularly like their dorm mates they would comfort them if they were crying.

"James Potter turned her down," explained Nadine while patting Holly's back. Holly wasn't crying but she did look very upset.

"Didn't you kiss Albus, yesterday?" Lisa asked.

"Yes," squeaked Holly, "but I wanted to kiss James. He's so much better looking."

Lisa rolled her eyes without the three girls seeing her and decided she wasn't going to get any more homework done and might as well get ready for bed. It was times like these that reminded her why she didn't usually associate with them.


James was writing the letter to his parents when someone sat down next to him. He was hoping it was Lisa; maybe she could help him. He looked up and found a moderately pretty blonde smiling at him.

"Um, hi." He said, politely. "Can I help you?"

She looked at him suggestively and asked, "Do you want to snog?"

"Umm," James was confused. What the hell was this girl doing? "Not really, no." The girl stopped smiling immediately and instead looked a little shell-shocked.

"Oh, okay. Uhm, bye." She flew out of the chair and ran up the girl's staircase.

James shook his head. That girl honestly expected him to say yes. What's worse was that not too long ago he might have. He decided to ignore the weird interruption and read what he had written so far.

Dear Mum and Dad,

I'm sorry I haven't written since September. Believe it or not, I've actually been studying and doing my homework. I know I did get in trouble once, but I'm not planning on getting in trouble again for a while. The thing is I've been trying to grow up. I'm seventeen and if I want Uncle George to let me manage a shop I'm going to have to be responsible, aren't I? You'll be very happy to know I have E's in every class except for History of Magic. I'm rubbish in that, but I'm getting help from Rosie, despite her being younger than me.

I need a bit of advice. I know I could ask Neville, but I haven't seen him much outside of class because I've been keeping out of trouble. Fred and I are in a tiff; I guess you could call it that. I pretty much told him he acted like a twelve year old and he took offence to that. He does though, and I don't know how to make up with him. It'd be great if he'd stop acting so childish though. He has a new girlfriend every week, doesn't do his homework, and gets detention a fair bit too. What should I do?

James thought a bit and decided he should add something about Albus and Lily, and maybe some of his other cousins.

Albus is fine, as weird as normal at least. Lily is also fine, still with Lorcan, of course. I wouldn't be surprised if they got married someday. Rose is being very secretive, but I know why. HA. You'll find out eventually. Hugo is a bit mopey, but that's just because he's a teenager. Louis is studying hard, I'm assuming. I don't see my favorite Ravenclaw very often anymore; fifth year is pretty hectic. Roxy is having a lot of fun too; she's made quiet a few friends. I suppose that's everyone here. I'll try not to forget to write for so long again.

Love,

James

He decided that was enough and carried it upstairs to put in his bag. He'd mail it tomorrow before breakfast.


Well, it was later than I intended, but it's still here! I've had some trouble writing it. Writers block, bleh. Hopefully I'll get a couple more chapters written soon! Thank you all so much for reviewing!

~Lavender