Authors Note: Right, well, I know I said it would take a few weeks. Well, I was sick, yesterday, and I had nothing else to do but right another chapter in my fan fic. So that is what I did, read and enjoy. (((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

"MOVE YOUR ARSE, LAZY! MOVE YOUR ARSE, LAZY!" The mechanical voice of James' clock chimed.

James slowly sat up and groggily rubbed his eyes. Glancing around his room, he smiled. Everything was just as he had left it before going to Hogwarts, his clock was the same; his desk was in the same state of disaster and random objects still occupied the floor space.

He ran his fingers through his untidy black hair, hoping to flatten it to his head before going down for breakfast. Breakfast was sure to be a cheering sight, Mrs. Potter had an affinity for cooking, especially breakfast, chiefly when there were guests in the house. As he swung out of bed, James could picture the sausages, crispy strips of bacon and mouth- watering crepes.

As he headed down the stairs, he could hear the familiar sounds of his mother bustling away in the kitchen, his father's American country music playing in the den and the all-to-well-known sound of Sirius snoring from the upstairs hall.

"HONK SHOOOO.HONK SHOOOO." came the snoring, James grinned and darted back up the stairs.

He flung open the door to Sirius' bedroom and pounced on his friend's bed. He then, pulled his face right up to Sirius and lined his eyes up with Sirius' closed ones. All of a sudden, Sirius eyes fluttered open, for a moment they got very large and then Sirius exclaimed, "James! What the hell are you doing on my bed? This looks very, very wrong. Get off immediately!"

James smirked knowingly, "It doesn't look at all wrong, you're just angry because I was up first, so YOU couldn't POUNCE ON MY BED!"

Sirius glared sulkily at him, "I'm not gay, you know."

"The jury's still out on that one."

Sirius sat and fumed silently.





James grinned evilly, "So, how about getting your gay behind out of bed and getting some breakfast?"

WHACK! James was knocked off the bed suddenly, by Sirius' pillow colliding with his head. He tried to get up, only to be whacked again by a barrage of pillow smacks.

"Do you surrender?" Sirius yelled, raising the pillow over his head.

James groped around for something white to wave as a flag, his eye was caught by a small cream white blanket. He waved it at Sirius, and then looked at it.

"Black, what is this thing?"

Sirius went bright red to his ears, "Oh.umm.its.my.erm.security blanket?"

James choked, "You have a blankie!? How come, I've never seen it before?"

Sirius was now a deeper red than his scarlet pyjamas, "Well.umm.I keep it hidden, I really don't want it generally known that I.umm.sleep with a blankie."

James grinned, "Don't worry, I won't tell anybody, until last year, I still slept with a night light."

"Did you really, Potter?"

James nodded, "I thought my principal would come out of my closet and eat me."

A mischievous glint appeared in Sirius' eyes, "Hey, James, when does your Muggle School get out for the holidays?"

James thought for a moment, "Uhh.tomorrow I think."

A grin slowly spread over Sirius' face, "How about we, pay them a visit? Pull a few little pranks on all those boys who were mean to you, while you were at school?"

James was smiling, "And don't forget my principal."

"Oh definitely not, we couldn't forget him. Any man who is scary enough to give you a complex needs to be pranked."

"Well, come on, your gayness, let's go get breakfast."

The two boys bounded down the stairs, tripping and stumbling over one another as they went. A magnificent spread was laid out for breakfast. The table was nicely set, with flowers, fancy silverware and decorated plates. A basket of muffins sat in the middle, all the muffins had been cleverly arranged into floral pattern.

Sirius began stacking muffins, bacon and eggs into a foot-high-stack on his plate.

James stared at him, "Are you really going to eat all of that?"

"Yea," Sirius mumbled, his mouth full of food.

The two boys wolfed down their breakfasts, it took Sirius very little time considering that he had consumed the largest breakfast ever seen, and rushed up the stairs to get dressed.

When they arrived back downstairs, they found Mr. Potter sitting in a chair by the door reading, The Daily Prophet, he looked up as they passed him, "Where're you off to boys?"

"Oh," said Sirius quickly, "We were thinking of Flu Powdering to Remus' house, no fun at all being sick over Christmas you know."

Mr. Potter adjusted his glasses and smiled at Sirius, "Well, aren't you just a wonderful considerate young man. James, you can learn from Sirius, here. Run along, boys and give Remus my regards."

Mrs. Potter stuck her head in through the doorway, "Oh, dear," she said looking at James, "Tell Remus, that once he's feeling better, he's welcome to come spend a few days here."

"Yes, mum." said James automatically, "Will do."

His mother beamed, "That's my good boy."

Once Mrs. Potter had left and Mr. Potter had returned to his paper, Sirius muttered, "What's your school's address?"

James approached the fire, took a handful of powder and jumping in saying, "Educate!"

A moment later, James found himself in the school's dusty old library, a moment later, Sirius tumbled out of the chimney. They brushed themselves off and Sirius grinned.

"Right then," he said rubbing his hands together with excitement, "Who're we off to torment first?"

"Well, I think our first helpless victim should be, the principal. Seeing as he's giving an assembly, right now."

Laughing as they went, the two boys made their way through the dirty hallways of James' old school, turning a corner they soon found themselves in a large auditorium, stuffed to the brim with students.

A large, balding man was standing on the stage, behind a small pulpit, his expression was grim. He was shaking his fingers in a very animated way, Sirius began to laugh and point at him in a manor almost as animated as the bald man's. James groaned inwardly.

"Excuse me?" piped the man, "You think it's funny that girls are smoking on the premise? What's your name mister? You are in deep trouble!"

"Umm.no actually," Sirius said without skipping a beat, "Actually, I think it's you who are in deep trouble!" he whipped out his wand.

Everyone in the room began to titter, "Oooo.he's gonna beat the headmaster with a bloody great stick!" they chanted.

"WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!" Sirius yelled, and the principals pulpit rose into the air, landing with a crash on the other side of the stage.

Everyone in the auditorium became dead quiet.

James grinned, he could see the people who used to pick on him. They were staring at him, and they were scared. Getting into the mood he hollered, "Pantelones vaneshismo!" The headmaster gave a funny sort of squawk, his trousers were gone, revealing his white, frilly, briefs.

The muggle children forgot all about being scared, they burst into laughter, shouting and pointing at the principal.

"TUTU REPEARO!" Sirius screeched and a frilly pink tutu appeared on the principal.

"INSPAY ALLHORM!" James hollered, and the principal went up on his toes and twirled.

Both boys joined the muggles in collapsing into a fit of hysterics.

The little bald man looked helpless around the room, "Your all on detention!" he yelled. Nobody paid attention. The sight of a fat little bald man dancing around in a tutu was too much to handle.

"MR.BLACK! MR. POTTER!" the laughter was abruptly interrupted. Sirius and James turned slowly. The voice was familiar, they dreaded that voice.

Standing, with her hands on her hips, and a deep scowl on her face, was Professor McGonagall.