A/N: Hey this is J.K. Rowling comin' at ya from Karen's computer room! Here is the third chapter of our completely nuts story about Lily, James, and the rest of the Marauders. Innyhoo, enjoy MY chapter about my man Jamesy-boy and his bestest bud Sirius. TALLY HO!

Chapter 3~ James, Sirius, and their Letters

"Well, it's good to see she can take care of herself," Mrs. Potter said.

"MOM! Lily locking us in a bathroom is NOT good!" James looked at his mother in frustration.

Suddenly there was a flutter of wings and a huge barn owl swooped into the kitchen. Sirius yelped and jumped back.

"I told you, Jade, not in public!" James scolded so that Sirius couldn't hear. He turned around intending to shoo his small, very soft, light brown owl out of the kitchen, when he saw that it was, in fact, not his owl.

"Ah!" he said, though less frightened than Sirius.

James' mother shouted too, although it was a shout of joy. "James!" she said exasperated, "Your letter!"

James grimaced as the white and brown barn owl flew towards him, carrying two rolled pieces of parchment. James rushed forward and untied the first roll, set it aside, and started to untie the second. The owl, though, flew back and nipped him on the finger.

"Ow!" James shouted, waving his finger back and forth.

The owl, though, seemed to have other plans. It regained its composure and started rushing at Sirius.

Sirius shrieked, sat down, and curled up into a ball on the spot. The owl, however, landed hear his hands and stuck out its clawed foot. Sirius looked at it for a full minute before slowly reaching out and untying the letter on its leg. The owl promptly took flight and flew out the window.

James stared at Sirius, dumbfounded. James' mother looked at both of them in happy confusion. Sirius just stared at the letter, looking like the Queen of England had just invited him to tea.

James changed his face from the open amazement to sheer joy.

"Sirius! You got a letter too! Mom! Sirius is coming to school!" James jumped in the air.. "YES! Sirius, do you know what this means?! WE CAN BE ROOMMATES!"

"Wha-wha-what?" Sirius stammered, looking as if James had finally lost his rocker. "My best friend is a… is a… a fruitcake! A few bricks short of a load, a few cards short of a deck, the lights are on, but nobody's home! He's lost his marbles, he's off his rocker, they hinges broke and everything fell out! He's a few comics short of a strip! He's crazy, wacky, loony, insane, weird… HE'S NUTS!" Sirius shouted. And with that, he tore out of the house and down the block.

"Sirius, wait!" James yelled, and tore out the door after him.

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James finally caught up to Sirius at his house. Sirius had bolted the front door, but when James started pounding on it, Sirius' mom let him in.

"Hey, can I see Sirius?" James asked innocently.

"I'm sorry, honey," Mrs. Black replied, "but he's, er, a little unstable right now. Maybe some other time." She started to move towards the door.

"But Mrs. Black, wait!" proclaimed James exasperatedly, "I know what happened and I know how to fix it!"

Mrs. Black hesitated for a moment and then showed James down the hall to Sirius' room. She quietly opened the door and said softly, "Peanut, James is here to see you."

Sirius let out a small whimper and then nodded his head. James walked in to find Sirius curled up on his bed with his knees tucked up to his body and his hands around his legs. With his brown shirt and khakis, he looked like a giant terd, and James told him so.

Sirius let out a vague smile.

"C'mon Sirius," James said, "just read your letter. Just read it. Please?"

Sirius looked cautiously up at James and after a moment he grabbed the letter off the dresser and unrolled it. James smiled as he watched Sirius' look go from confusion, to disbelief, to utter joy as he realized what this meant.

"You're a witch?" Sirius practically shouted.

"Wizard-" James corrected.

Sirius went on as if he hadn't heard him. "And you didn't tell me? I can't believe this. And I'm a… a… a wizard too?"

"I couldn't believe it when I saw the letter was for you. Really. Nearly died."

At that moment, Sirius' mom came in the room with a plate full of milk and cookies. "Want any, boys?" she asked hospitably.

"Um, mum? I think you better sit down for a minute."

"What's wrong, honey?" said Mrs. Black, sitting in the desk chair that Sirius had in the corner of his room.

"Um… here. Read this," Sirius stuttered, handing it to her cautiously

Mrs. Black took the letter and hadn't read the first six words before letting out a piercing shriek. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Oh, may the good Lord in heaven bless me! My boy's a warlock!"

"Wizard-" James cut in.

"Well, I can't believe it, I just can't believe it. RICHARD!!! RICHARD!!!!!!!"

A rather large man with an obvious 'beer belly' sauntered into the room. "What the Hell do you want, Velma?"

"Our son is going to school… WIZARD school!"

"What? I don't want our son going to some hocus-pocus cock-and-bull school and comin' back a full-fledged sorcerer!"

"Wizard," James interrupted.

"All the same, I'm not payin' my hard earned money to teach my son some magic tricks and that's that. If he wants to be a magician-"

"Wizard"

"he can go to a regular college like everybody else and learn it there."

"Well I'd just like you to know that he's going to buy his things tomorrow," said Mrs. Black stubbornly, glaring at her husband.

"Fine, fine," said the man, who wandered back to the den and the football game mumbling something about 'raving lunatics' and 'abracadabra'.

"You can go shopping with me, Sirius! I still need to get my robes and things," James said excitedly.

"I don't think so," said Sirius. "I think this is something I need to experience by meyself."

"Suit yourself," said James, "See you at King's Cross!"