Disclaimer: I only own the character's that are not recognizable if any such will be used.

Diagon Ally was bursting with excitement as James made his way to his favorite store. The Quidditch store had crowds gathered in front of the window, and as James drew closer he could spot the longing looks on several of the children's faces. The crowd gradually drew away, and in the window was revealed to be the new Cleansweep broom. He gazed at it for a moment before he bounded into the store.

The store was filled with various Quidditch books, and the team favorite for the year, The Wasps, had a section completely devoted to their own merchandise. Specialty robes authentically made to resemble a qudditch team's robe, and the player name upon their backs, hung upon the back wall of the store. Crates of balls for the game were available, including a snitch that was able to used for those who lived near muggle areas. Near the check out older brooms hung on display with cards that read- price on demand- and children's brooms stood underneath them.

James headed to an area in the store which was devoted to seekers. Lining the seeker wall was special gloves, and various other things that claimed to help. Several such things were endorsed by the Wasps seeker, whose face beamed up at customers, from the ever moving pictures upon the products. Coming out from the small area, James clutched a set of gloves, and a small box which held a snitch in it. He shot a longing look at the new broom as he slowly walked up to the counter, in which he picked up a new set of goggles for bad weather. Setting his items down he was silent for a moment as he waited patiently for his items to be rung up. " Excuse me, how much is the new Cleansweep on the display?"

The Wizard looked up momentarily as he placed James's purchases in a bag. The wizard had on deep blue robes, and light brown hair. He had dark brown eyes, and his appearance in itself looked similar to Sirius's, though the wizard was much older. " That would be five-hundred gallons for the new model. Your total is fifty gallons, unless you want anything else?"

" No..." James said as he handed over the required amount of money, and reached down to take his bag. " Thanks anyways." He added with one last look at the broom as he walked out of the store. Gazing about the bright sunlit streets he absently scanned the area for anyone he might have known.

" Are you done yet James?" Evelyn asked as she came up behind her son. In her hand's she carefully hid her package's contents from the view of her son.

" Um.. I just got some stuff from the quidditch store, are we going to get my school stuff yet?"

She laughed and shook her head. " No the list should be arriving any day though. Perhaps we'll go sometime next week, and you can meet your friends there."

" Alright." James said as both he and his mother walked into the leaky cauldron, and returned back to their house through the flew network.

James quickly stepped out of the fire, and ran up the stairs and glanced about his room. Wishing desperately that he could have used magic, he started to straighten up his room, and put away his newly purchased items. A tapping on his window made him look up, and he swiftly crossed over to it recognizing the light brown owl that hovered irritably, waiting to deliver its letter.

Racing over, and quickly opening the window. James let the owl in, and once he took the letter off the owl's leg he offered the owl some water, and some food as it waited for the response to the letter. James's face deepened to a dark mask of concern as he opened the letter.

Prongs,

I've had it with my family, and I've run away. By the time this letter reaches you I'll be probably be somewhere in diagon ally, or who knows where. I was wondering though if it was alright with your parents... could I possibly stay the rest of the summer? Send me a response after you asked, my owl will know where to find me. I'll see you later, at your party, and hopefully on better terms.

Padfoot.

Before he even knew where he was going, James found himself downstairs, and explaining the letter to his mother, and was scrawling a letter of his own in response.

Padfoot,

Mum says it's alright, dad's at work, but he won't mind. See you later.

James quickly sent the letter and watched as Sirius's owl disappeared once more from view. With a heavy sigh James sat down upon his bed and wondered where Sirius had gotten off to on his flight.

TBC...

A/N: I know this was another short chapter, but I'm still trying to work out how to get this story where I want it. Suggestions are greatly appreciated.

Reviewers:

SoulSummoner: lol it probably was. As I told you I was writing that chapter at 12:30 in the morning, when this story came to me.

Sporkgirl: I won't stop working my Lord of the rings series.. I just might not update the story for a while because I have writers block. I will update that one at least once before I leave for a week in July. Thank you for the kind words, and I'm interested to see where it goes from here too lol. I have no set idea yet.