Disclaimer: I own none of the characters you recognize
A/N: I know this is short, but I don't yet know where this is going it just came to me.
The stillness of the night was broken by the faint sound of a quill softly scratching upon a piece of parchment. Ever so often it would stop as if the writer of the quill had to pause for thought. A smile spread over the features of the boy's face as he crossed over to the other side of his room towards a black owl that rested in a cage. Each wall was covered in various moving posters of some sort of Quidditch teams. The room was an average sized room, and besides the colorful posters that hung the walls seemed to be the same as any other teens room. School books were scattered about the room, as well as a broom, and several robes. The boy attached the note to his owl, and watched as the owl disappeared into the darkness of the night.
A pale purple haze slowly announced the new day, and the features of the boy became revealed. Dark unruly black hair stood out even more messy then usual, and black glasses magnified the brown eyes behind them. He sat cross legged upon his bed and waited for the return of his owl.
" James!" Came the call of a woman from down the stairs.
" Coming Mum!" James shouted as he ran towards his door, and ran down the stairs in threes. Today was the day in which James Potter would turn sixteen years old, and later that night his three best friends would arrive. James was dressed in pale blue robes.
" Do something with your hair dear. We'll be leaving soon to go to Diagon Alley." She said as she smiled at her son. Evelyn, was a middle aged woman with thick dark brown hair, and piercing brown eyes. She wore a deep purple set of robes, and was currently doing some last minute things in the kitchen before they headed out.
James once more scrambled off to finish getting ready clearly excited about the day to come. He appeared not long after, his hair looking a little better, but he knew better then to spend forever upon it. In the end his hair usually ended up the victor and got its way. " I told Sirius, Remus, and Peter, to be here around six tonight."
" Alright that still gives us most of the day, but that means we have to be back here no latter then four." Evelyn responded as she grabbed the jar of floo powder and handed it to her son.
James took it and stepped towards the fireplace in their living room. " Diagon Ally!" He shouted as he threw the powder into the cheerful flames of orange and yellow. There was a moment in which nothing happened before the fire turned a brilliant shade of green, and James was gone.