He made a new in the long James, Sirius, Remus and Peter

Chapter 11- The Invisibility cloak

   The effect of the four's biggest prank was beginning to wear off. The teachers had started to give up patrolling the corridors with Filch at night, most students had given up looking over at the Slytherin table, while the Slytherin themselves had stopped eating their food with caution. Although there were a few who looked over to the Slytherin table hopefully but nonetheless they returned to their breakfast looking quite disappointed.

By the time the effect wore off entirely, two months had passed. Nothing much happened in the two months except in October there was delicious feast on Halloween which James, Sirius, Remus and Peter had particularly enjoyed even though they had access to the kitchen and could pop down for a snack if they had wanted to; and you'd think they would lose their appetite.

November on the other hand brought death to the green leaves and cold fierce winds, which attacked naked hands and faces under the gloomy grey sky. Nevertheless, there were compensations; November had delivered the first Quidditch match: Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, which turned out to be a spectacular game.

Both houses, which were rivals, played their best but there was no denying the Gryffindor had played high-quality. Everyone, well except non-quidditch fanatics was talking about the game. The non-quidditch fanatics on the other hand were desperately trying to change the subject; having heard the story retold a million times they were simply bored. Lily Evans had even gone to measures about talking about what she would be doing if she were at home with her muggle family which no one found interesting except James.

James was quite interested when Lily told anyone who would listen that if she were back at home her family would be celebrating Guy Fawkes Night. He was curious about what Guy Fawkes Night was about.

Guy Fawkes Night also known as Bonfire night, as she had explained, was a night on the 5th of November where throughout Britain, bonfires are set alight, effigies are burned, and fireworks are set off all by muggles. The people do this to commemorate their country's most notorious traitor, Guy Fawkes, who had tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament; in doing so not only were he and his associates planning to kill the Members of Parliament but the King himself and the Prince of Wales.

'You know' said Lily when she finished explaining. 'The King's name was actually James I'

James however was not really listening; he was actually quite inspired with the bonfires, effigies and fireworks…

   As the end of term drew near most of the school was buzzing about what they were going to do for Christmas. Some were saying they will go home to their families or stay at Hogwarts and others were saying they were going on holiday, yet they all shared the same thing; they were excited Christmas was here and were looking forward to having a great time.

All except one. Sirius Black sat in the Gryffindor common room, surrounded by his three friends, looking and feeling disheartened. Apparently he was not welcome home yet; his parents had not gotten over the shock of him ending up in Gryffindor. In fact they had even sent a Howler, specifically telling him not to bother come home for Christmas.

Sirius pretended he didn't care but deep down they knew he cared, they knew he was hurt, and he was even more hurt when he had discovered none of his friends were staying, but they all had their reasons.

James and Peter had both promised their families that they were coming home for Christmas which they had delicately tried to explain to a down-Sirius, that they could not break the promise.

Remus on the other hand had a full moon approaching and this was his chance to get away without having to lie where he had been and he did miss his parents as well, so he used the same excuse James and Peter had used.

The three had tried their best to cheer Sirius up but Sirius was as the same as before they had started. Finally, when the time came for them to leave for the journey home, Sirius had walked the three towards the horseless carriages that awaited the students who were leaving Hogwarts for Christmas.

'Er…bye, Sirius' said Remus anxiously. 'Have, a nice Christmas'

'Bye' grunted Sirius who had his hands in his pockets and was gazing gloomily at Remus knees.

'Bye Sirius' said Peter who replaced Remus position, who climbed into the carriage.

'Happy Christmas' responded Sirius in a voice that held depression in it.

'Good bye old boy, old chum, old pal…' said James in a false cheerful voice.

'Cheerio' replied Sirius miserably

James never felt sorrier for anyone in his life. He knew Sirius had been hoping his parents would forgive him by now or even have gotten over the shock but no, they were still angry and the Howler showed how much.

Giving a last look at Sirius who was watching his knees, James climbed the carriage and shut the door. The carriage began to move and James stuck his head out and waved good-bye to Sirius. Sirius watched James face but he did not wave or even smile but just watched James, with his hands in his pockets.

James carried on waving and saying how sorry he was for leaving him for Christmas; but still Sirius did not wave back but stood his ground with hands still in his pockets and his face expressionless.

James carried on waving but with each wave his arm was beginning to get heavier and the smile was slowly fading from his face. James wondered if he hurt Sirius pretty bad and as the thought occurred to his mind, his arm hung in the air not moving anymore, and the smile on his face completely vanished.  

But just before the carriage turned the corner, Sirius pulled out his right hand from his pocket and with a grim smile on his face, he made a very rude sign with his middle-finger.

James laughed with relief and made the same sign with his right hand before the carriage turned the corner where Sirius and Hogwarts were blocked from view.

James settled back into his seat and braced himself for the journey back home.

The Journey on the Hogwarts express was not as joyful as their first journey on the Hogwarts express. Partly because a member of their gang was missing or maybe they all had forgotten to bring their games. So basically they couldn't have game of chess or gobstones or exploding snap but just to sit, talk and eat.

When at last the Hogwarts Express had reached the muggle station called Kings Cross, the three friends hoped off the scarlet train along with the other Hogwarts students who had decided to go home for Christmas.

Once James saw his parents he ran to his parents, then leaping into their open arms and gripping them into a tight hug.

'Ooh' groaned Mr Potter whilst grinning. 'You nearly knocked us flying there and would you stop strangling us'

James just laughed and watched as Remus ran past him into the arms of a man who had to be his father. His father caught and swung him around then stopping to allow his mother to kiss and hug him. By the time she finished, Remus was covered with wet kisses and was blushing furiously and was also avoiding eye contact with James who was sniggering. But it wasn't long when his mother had seized and began imitating Mrs Lupin and it was James turn to blush and avoid eye contact.

Once everyone was finished with the whole family reunion thing, James led his parents to Remus family and introduced them.

'Mum, Dad' he said. 'This is my friend Remus. Remus, meet my mum and dad'

'Hi, Mum and Dad' said Remus shaking hands with Mr and Mrs Potter.

'Hi' chuckled Mr Potter. 'How are you son?'

'Fine, thanks' said Remus and then turning to his parents- 'Mum, Dad, meet James Potter'

'Hi Mum and Dad' said James extending a hand to the Lupin couple.

'It's good to finally meet you son' said Mr Lupin. 'We've heard a lot about you'

'Thanks' said James. 'This is my Mum and Dads'

'Hello, Mum and Dad'

Hello, Dad and Mum'

'And here comes Peter, he's my other friend' said James.

The Potter and Lupins looked up to see not only Peter but the whole Pettigrew family marching towards them. Once the Pettigrews had joined them and exchanged 'Hi, Mum and Dad' and 'Hi, Grandma, Mum and Dad' which was shortly joined by a short conversation they all had finally departed from each other.

The Potters emerged out from the platform nine and three quarters into the station which was empty except for a few number of muggles who were probably trying to make it to their families for Christmas.

The muggles who were busy and restless waiting for their train to emerge out of the tunnel, did not notice the Potters slip quietly into Mrs Potter's car and drove stealthily away to their homes.

 When they had got home, the first thing James did was give his Grandfather hug before dumping his Hogwarts stuff into his room and collapsing on to his bed and without removing his glasses, he fell fast asleep.

James woke up next morning with a start, perhaps because the pale, silver sun had crept on to his face or maybe his mother splashed cold water on to his face.

'What was that for!' he said gasping as water dripped from his face.

'I've been trying to get you up all morning,' she shrilly. 'and frankly, no matter how long I call for you to wake up, I know you won't, so…'

'Hang on' said James. 'Has morning gone past? What time is it?'

'Yes' said Mrs Potter. 'In fact, morning had long passed and it's actually midday'

'What!' shouted James. Its was his first time not to be the first awake on Christmas day and by the looks of it he was the last but still he did not waste anymore time. He jumped out of his bed, completely not listening to a word his mother was saying, he hurried down the handsome wooden stairs and into the enormous living room, where a magnificent Christmas tree stood in the corner.

James stood to admire the tree's decoration for a fraction of a second before dashing over to it and diving into the small mountain of presents. He ripped the present's wrapping paper apart, only stopping to observe the gift before moving on to the next.

He was half-way through the pile of presents when his mother appeared at the entrance of the living room.     

'I can not believe you ran all the way don here!' she said. 'Like you were…like some sort of person…who…like, an insane person'

James however did not here this; in fact he did not even notice his mother was in the room talking to him. When Mrs Potter noticed, she was even more furious and pulled out her wand, and with a swish of her wand, all the presents had disappeared.

'Wh-wh-wh' said James who was just taking pleasure on testing a new present until it vanished in front of his very eyes.

James stared at the place where all the presents once stood and wandered if they all had turned invincible. As the thought occurred to his head, he began lunging at thin air where the presents were, before they had vanished.

Mrs Potter who was watching her son and noticed her son was never going to notice and even smiled a little as she watched him trying to grab thin air. After a few moments of just watching James, trying vainly, she cleared her throat.

James whipped around and saw his mother watching him with a small smile on her face, in her hand he also saw was a wand and finally, putting two and two together, he knew why the presents had disappeared; James blushed as he remembered his foolish idea of the presents becoming invincible and his attempt of retrieving them.

'If you want to see those presents again' she said. 'Then you'll behave yourself and be good. And you can start by helping me do the decorating the house' she then made to walk out of the room but stopped and added, 'we're doing dinner tonight'

James knew what those last words meant; it meant relatives, friends, colleagues and bosses were coming over for a Christmas dinner. It was done every Christmas with the same group of people, and it was hosted at a different home each time and unfortunately it was the Potters turn this Christmas.

So James spent the whole day of Christmas, decorating the house with his father, mother and Grand-father. When they finally finished and the whole house was decorated with Christmas, the Potter stood back wit the pride to admire there work.

Later that evening the Potter all began to get ready for dinner. James was standing on a wooden chair, gazing furiously at his reflection, with his mother beaming behind him. The reason for James fury was because he had been made to dress in his scarlet robes which he wasn't quite fond of; and this mirror always seemed to agree with his mother.

'James they are only robes' said Mrs Potter. 'And…'

'Mum' said James who knew what was coming. 'It's bad enough you're making me wear this but I'm not combing my hair'

'But James, what do you think every one is going to think' said Mrs Potter.

'They've seen it before' said James. 'Nothing new'

'Yes' said Mrs Potter straightening the creases on James shoulder. 'That time you were younger so it didn't matter, but now you're old enough'

'She has point there, dear' said the mirror

'I don't remember anyone asking your opinion' said James glaring at the mirror.

'James!' shouted Mrs Potter. 'That's was very rude, now apologize'

'What!'

'Yes, James apologize'

'But it's a mirror!'

 'It maybe a mirror but it still has feelings and would you please stop shouting at me, I am right next to you'

James stood there horrified at the thought of apologizing to a mirror, but suddenly the sound was broken by the sound of the doorbell.

'I'll get it!' shouted James and without a second thought he hopped of the chair and dashed down the handsome wooden staircase and just before opening the front door, he muttered –'saved by the bell'

James opened the door to find his aunt and his uncle. His aunt was very much like his mother and didn't approve of his messy hair and as for his uncle, he found it amusing just like his grandfather.

They both entered with a 'Merry Christmas' and his uncle gave James hair a little ruffle when his wife was not watching.

James continued to open the door for the other guests and even offered take their coats; they all had mistrustful looks across their faces as James pronounced it to them. When finally every guest had arrived and everyone was settled around the table and ready to sink their teeth into the delicious Christmas food that awaited them, James took a seat between his uncle and his dad's friend.

Once James was in his seat, the feast began; plates and goblets were filled, salts and sugars were passed round and the atmosphere was filled with laughter, talk and a very Christmas spirit.

James had to endure the beginning of the feast of talk about his hair. Unfortunately every Christmas everyone would commented on each other on new changes and one of the subjects happen to be about his messy hair but when finally everyone had their say and the subject was turned to other stuff such as Quitditch, work, life and new jokes, he enjoyed the rest of the feast with everyone.

When every food had been eaten and there was nothing left on the plates except crumbs, each person fell back into their chair either having their hands resting on their stomach or small burps escaping their lips.

'Oh' groaned James uncle happily, who had his hands on his stomach.  'I think I've had a lot tonight…I don't think I could do anything…'

There was mummer of agreement from nearly every man, James' father opened his eyes and looked around before saying- 'anyone up for a snow fight'. The tiredness and sleepiness vanished, everyman jumped to their feet.

'But you just said you couldn't do anything' said Mrs Potter looking wildly at all the men who were walking past her bracing themselves for the snow fight. 'Are you even listening to me?'

'That's nice' said Mr Potter who wasn't listening to a word his wife was saying, but flexing his knuckles and giving his colleagues looks that said You're-going-down.

James who had a passion for snow-fight also got up and began to his make way, and like every man he happened to just go deaf and unable to hear his mother. He was at the front door when-

'James!'

'Huh?'

'Where do you think you're going?'

'Snow-fight'

'Well…um...ok, just be careful'

'I will Mum'

James stepped out into the cool night where before him to sides were gathering and each was dropping their wand into the hat that was placed away from the battlefield. Each side picked a captain, who gave the orders for the snow-walls to be built while the others made the balls. James did not wait any longer to join a side and the battle to begin.

Mrs Potter and every other woman who remained carried on talking but suddenly a snowball hit the window.

'Honestly' said Mrs Potter looking darkly outside the window at the blurry figures of running past the window. 'You'd think someone was actually stabbing them the way their shouting'

Their was murmurs of agreement and for a while they sat in silence listening to their husbands shouting and yelping when suddenly an idea came to Mrs Potter and confronted it with the other women.

Quietly they all got up and headed up the stairs and silently stepped out on to the roof through the window. Once they were all out they all looked down at the sight that lay before them.

After watching the snow-fight on the roof for a while, they pulled out their wands and began charming snow-balls to hit the men, whilst giggling silently. The men however did not notice for a while until they all stopped; they began to notice whenever they threw a snowball it came flying back.

The men began to blame themselves; they assumed that one of them was using magic. A few others carried on trying to throw. Mrs Potter watched as one throw as hard as he could, it pelted through the cold sky towards her son, with a flick of her wand the snowball halted in front of James face and with another flick the snowball zoomed back, hitting it's originator in the face.

As the snowball collided with his face, he fell on his back. For while he lay there, brushing the snow out of his eyes and once the snow was out of his eyes there he saw the women, scrambling to go back into the house through the window.

Mrs Potter watched as he pointed at them and every gaze from below fall on them. The men immediately began throwing the snowballs at them; some of the women like Mrs Potter used magical shields to protect themselves.         

After realising they were fighting a loosing battle the men ended the fight by fleeing into the house where each of them wore half-amused and half-annoyed that the women had beaten them.

The evening soon had come to an end; and one by one the guests began to leave, each bidding a good farewell. James and the Messer Potters said their farewells form the table while Mrs Potter walked them out the front door. When finally the last guest had left, Mrs Potter joined them at the table.

'Well, James' said Mrs Potter smiling. 'You've behaved yourself tonight and I think you should be proud of yourself', she flicked her wand and the presents that James had not got round to opening appeared on the tables.

With a 'thanks' James immediately began to open his presents while his father, mother and grand-father all watched. Ten minutes later, James had opened every present except for the three which he deliberately left till last. He knew the three presents were from the three people watching because they always used the same wrapping.

James opened the first present which he knew was from his grand-father. As he unwrapped the gift, a box made of wood fell into his hands. James gave his grand-father a curious glance before opening the box, inside he saw round glasses that were identical to one that he was wearing. James looked up at his grandfather, seeing the smile on his face, he wondered if it was a joke.

'They may look like the ones you're wearing but it's got features that the one you've got on, hasn't' said his grandfather.

'Like what?'

'Well,' said James grand-father. 'It's unbreakable, it repels water and snow, and by snow and water I mean little flecks, not snowballs or anything. And I'm guessing it will come in handy in your future Quitditch matches'

'Cool' said James slowly whilst looking at his new spectacles differently, with interest, wondering how much different there will be in his future Quitditch matches but he didn't ponder much on the thought, he moved on to the next present from his mother.

It was a lumpy parcel, as he picked it up and he had a feeling what it was but nevertheless he ripped the wrapping paper off and out fell robes that were the colour of hazel, which pretty much confirmed his suspicions.

'I thought they might bring out the colour of you're eyes' said Mrs Potter fondly.

James broke into a smile, he loved good remarks about his eyes; in fact he loved being admired and adored by people…especially by girls…maybe some boys, but mainly girls.

Mr Potter cleared his throat which brought James back to home and picked up the last present. As he undid the golden wrapper, something huge fell out. James gazed at it, he could not believe his father's gift for Christmas was this… a book…a book…a big, black book…one with loopy, golden writing…that said some crap about everything to transfiguration.

'I heard you're best was subject was Transfiguration' said Mr Potter watching James, who forced a smile.

Later that night James lay in his bed, gazing at the ceiling while the bright full-moon bathed him in silver. His mind was pondering on what his father had given him for Christmas, had the separation between them of him going to Hogwarts made his father forget what he liked and disliked.

After what seemed like eternity, James fell fast asleep after pushing the memory of the gift to the back of his mind and forcing himself to forget it. He kept it like that for the rest of his holiday and by the time the holidays had come to an end he had completely forgotten about it.

Platform nine and three quarters was packed and noisy as usual on the day James had to return to Hogwarts; though it wasn't as packed and noisy as it was the first time he came.

While Mrs Potter chatted away with friends, James and Mr Potter loaded James trunk on to the train. After ten minutes of heaving and pushing, James trunk was stored away.

James wiped sweat off his forehead; it was hard work loading the trunk partly because Mr Potter was not much help. James couldn't see but he had a feeling his father was carrying something under his robes.

However when James made to go back to his mother, his father grabbed his arm and pulled him back so they were blocked from view of Mrs Potter.

'What did you think of my present' he asked

'Really, good' said James forcing a smile

'You're the worst liar, I've met'

James would've replied back and tried to convince his father he loved his present but as the man stood their grinning at him, he really couldn't be bothered.

'Here' said Mr Potter drawing out a lumpy present with mauve wrapping from his robes. 'This is you're actual present'

'Why…' began James as took the present into his hands.

''Cause' answered Mr Potter before James could finish the question. 'You're mother wouldn't have approved, so-'

'What it is?' James asked excitedly

'You'll have to find out and James do take care of it, it's been in the family quite sometime'

As these words left his mouth James face fell. If it had been in the family he thought, it would be probably something quite boring, something…

'Don't worry' said Mr Potter as he noticed James excitement drain. 'You'll love it…no, don't open it now'

James crammed the lumpy parcel into his full trunk, then he and Mr Potter made their way back to Mrs Potter; but his mind was still with his trunk wondering what the gift could be…it had to be good or else he would've given it him in front of his mother.

James hugged both his parents before leaping on to the Hogwarts Express, which shortly began to depart. James began to make his way to the compartment at the back. He was quite sure Remus and Peter were in there, seen as they were in their on their first trip to Hogwarts and had been in there just before their holidays.

Sure enough when James slid the compartment door open, he found his chubby friend Peter, settled in a seat near the window.

'Hey Pete'

'Hi, James'

'Why are you whispering?'

'Remus, is asleep…said he didn't get much sleep last night…and his was very ill and I think he still is a bit'

Peter pointed to something opposite him. James turned to look, he was quite surprised he didn't notice Remus, but then again he had his back to him and was curled up like ball, concealed in his black cloak.

A mischievous grin appeared on James face; not being able to use his wand throughout the holiday was driving him crazy and so had decided to use it first on his sleepy friend.

Watching the back of his light brown hair, James muttered a few words before a jet of cold water erupted from his wand and showered on to Remus, who jumped with yelp and landed with a thump on the floor.

James laughed and doubled up even more, as he watched Remus, who was covered still in the black cloak, trying to detangle out of it. But suddenly James stopped laughing and the smile vanished from his face. He now regretted waking up his friend now; not because Remus looked angry but he looked like he needed sleep.

Remus was more peaky looking and paler than ever; the usual bags under his eyes were bigger and sort of had a purple look which made look like he had just been given two black eyes; top of all that he had huge scratches on his face which sort of made him look like he came out of fight between a human and a cat.

'Ha, ha very funny' said Remus after finally getting out of the cloak. 'Did you enjoy that James, huh, did you have the time of your life'

'No' muttered James. 'Sorry'

Remus paused for a moment, he was still frowning but slowly the frown was disappearing.

'It's okay' he said. 'I'm a bit…you know, not in the mood and stuff…had a lousy holiday with being sick and stuff…didn't get much sleep'

'Sorry' said James again. 'You can go back to sleep if you like, I won't do it again'

Remus nodded and yawned in reply before curling into a ball again and disappearing under the black cloak.

James waited for while until he was sure Remus was asleep.

'He looks really bad, doesn't he' said James looking at Remus but speaking to Peter.

'Yeah' said Peter

'What do you reckon is wrong with him?' asked James still eyeing Remus.

'Dunno'

The subject of Remus illness shortly changed; James and Peter talked about the holidays and had several games of chess seen as they couldn't play load ones in case Remus woke up. Remus lay asleep not only through lunch but thorough the whole journey until the Hogwarts Express finally came to a halt.

James prodded him awake. He rubbed his eyes whilst muttering 'where, here already?' James didn't say anything and didn't say much until he was in his dormitory.

James entered the dormitory alone, Remus had gone toilet and he had left Peter in the kitchens. Sirius was in the only person in the room, he seemed to be lying on his bed and James wandered if he should do the same trick on him as well.

'Where are Remus and Peter?' said Sirius who suddenly rose from his bed.

'Remus went to the toilet and last time I saw Peter he was digging his hands into a bowl of liquid-chocolate'

'Whoa' said Sirius seeing the look James face. 'Who died?'

James opened his mouth to say something about Remus but shut his mouth and shrugged; instead he decided Sirius should see how Remus looked, he thought describing it to him was useless seen as Sirius might not understand and besides how Remus looked was indescribable.

Later that evening James and Sirius made their way down to dinner. Remus and Peter were nowhere to be seen. They both assumed Peter was still in the kitchen but they weren't sure where Remus was.

After they had finished their dinner they checked the common room, but they weren't there, they checked their dormitory room but no luck.

James and Sirius climbed out of the portrait hole, exiting the Gryffindor room. They had decided to look for Peter in the kitchen and maybe perhaps Remus was with him.

'Do you reckon he stalking, Banks' asked Sirius

James chuckled in reply. Mary Banks was a fellow Gryffindor, who was as small as Peter and had bouncy brown hair. Peter didn't fancy her, but James and Sirius teased him about liking her, they only did it because they thought the two make a cute couple.

The turned a corner and found Peter on the other side of the corridor walking towards them. His mouth was covered with chocolate and his hand was dripping with chocolate which he licked occasionally.

Peter spotted them and waved, he splattered not only passers by with his spit and chocolate but portraits and a suit of armour.

'Bloody hell' said Sirius

Remus suddenly emerged out of a staircase; behind him was none other than Mary Banks and Lily Evans.

'Bloody hell' said Sirius at the sight of Remus

At the sight of Remus, Peter waved, splattering his pale face with chocolate and spit. Rubbing his eyes, Remus stumbled back into Lily Evans and Mary Banks, accidentally knocking them both into others who were innocently climbing the stairs behind them.

'Blood hell' said Sirius as yelps and shrieks reached their ears.

James and Sirius dashed towards Remus who watched what became of the victims. On seeing the outcome of the victims the two burst out laughing. At the bottom of the stairs was a bundle of bodies on top of each other, and at the very bottom was an angry Filch, who had the same bunch of Hufflepuff fourth-years on top of him.

'Come on' said Remus smiling a little. 'Let's go before Filch can give us detention'

 The four friends now united, trooped back to their dormitory. On the way Sirius questioned the others about their holidays, James couldn't help notice Remus kept changing the subject.

'So,' said Sirius once inside their dormitory. 'Where've you two been all day?'

'I bumped into Professor McGonagall' said Remus leaping into his bed.

'So?' questioned Sirius

'Er…she suggested I should go to Madame Pomfrey to take a look at my scratches and you know how fussy she is'

'How did you get them?'

James saw some colour creep into Remus face. James was quite sure Remus was keeping something from them and he was quite curious, so he didn't bother to tell Sirius to simply drop it.

'Er…um…' said Remus looking for an escape. He even gave a few coughs and cleared his throat to give himself time. 'M-my cat…did it' he finished lamely.

'Oh' said Sirius but like James he didn't look convinced.

Remus noticed this and immediately changed the subject. 'So what did you guys get for Christmas'

Suddenly all thoughts about Remus was driven out of James mind. He quickly dived to his trunk and wrenched it open, searching for his late present.

'What's got into you?' said Sirius watching James as though he had gone mad

James pulled the lumpy present and wasted no time in telling about the story of this gift. Once James had finished the story, every eye in the room was eyeing the present hungrily. James first began to open it slowly but the excitement was too much to endure and soon had he found himself ripping the wrappings apart.

The present burst open and James saw something silver shimmer out on to the floor like a banner. Sirius and Remus jumped of their beds for a closer look.

'I don't believe it, it's an Invisibility Cloak'

'They're really rare'

James lifted the silver cloak and buried it into his face, feeling the softness of the cloak against his skin. In doing so, a card fell out which James quickly picked up and read out loud.

I think you've guessed what this is, James. So there is nothing else for me to tell you but it's been in the family for generations; passing it down from father to son.

I'm quite sure you will carry the tradition when you have a son someday.

P.S. Use it well

'Well put it on' Sirius almost shouted

James did not need telling twice. He placed the card on his bed, wrapped the material around his body. Instantly his body vanished and only his head can be seen.

'Look at me' James laughed looking at his invisible body and dancing around.       

'This cloak is going to be dead useful' said Sirius collapsing into his bed.

'Yeah' said both Remus and Peter thoughtfully

'Yeah' said James. 'And I just know how to test it out'

'What are going to do?' asked Remus snapping out of his thoughts.

'Think' said Sirius. 'What would every guy go if he was given the ability of invisibility?'

There was pause for a few seconds before both James and Sirius, gave the answer at the same time-

'To the girls!'

Remus groaned and Peter chuckled while James and Sirius were grinning madly at each other.

'You can't' Remus said suddenly.

'What!' replied Sirius as though Remus was mad. 'Why not!'

''Cause, you can't, the stairs will melt' said Remus smiling.

James and Sirius both groaned loudly and were soon mumbling something like- 'not fair' and 'stupid stairs'

'Ah, well there are other uses for it' supposed James and slowly a mischievous grin replaced his frown.

He disappeared under the cloak; ignoring his friends he crept behind Peter who seemed to be looking at where James head had been a few moments ago. Pulling out his wand he pointed it at Peter.

'Perculsus' muttered James.

Peter jumped as though he received an electric shock. He looked wildly around for an answer. Sirius and Remus however already knew the answer and both jumped to their feet pulling out their wands.

'I wouldn't try anything foolish Jimmy' said Sirius eyes peering from side to side.

James who was filled with silent laughter sat on the floor and watched his friends for a few moments before saying –

'Whys that?'

He had been right, whether by luck or fate, both Sirius and Remus, sent curses to where he had been standing.

'Nice try' laughed James. 'Now my turn'

Crawling on all fours James, silently he made his way to the door; he held his breath, afraid the three might hear. Reaching the door he then slowly stood up and straightened himself.

'Wingardium leviosa' whispered James.

All the pillows in the room slowly rose from the beds; they hung in the air for a few seconds before they started to attack Sirius, Remus and Peter.

He watched as his friends began to defend themselves. Sirius and Remus were back-to-back; they punched and kicked every pillow that attempted an attack. Peter meanwhile had dived for cover under his bed, his backside stuck out as he placed his arms over his head. James could not miss this opportunity, aiming well he gave his friend one good kick.

Peter yelped in pain while James laughed but suddenly a pillow hit James; Remus and Sirius noticed and next minute Remus dived on top of him. James dropped his wand and heard it roll away.

Still wearing the cloak he wrestled with Remus, the pillows had stopped zooming now his wand was out of reach.

'Weird' said Sirius

Weird was the actual word for the sight when two people wrestled while one was invisible while the other not. Sirius did not waste any time, he leaped and aided Remus in the wrestle.

After five minutes of confused punching and kicking, James was finally pinned down and the cloak removed.

'Ok, Pete' panted Remus. 'Here's your chance for revenge'

'Peter, no!'

'Shut it you' said Sirius stuffing a sock in James who easily spat it out.

'I-I'll just leave it' said Peter nervously.

'Do it!' said Remus and Sirius. 'Do it!' they repeated, they began chanting-

'Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!'

'N-no, i-i-it's ok'

'Do it! Do it! Do it!'

'He was only joking'

'DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!'

'But his my friend'

'DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!'

'aaaaarrghhhhh' Peter screamed

He ran forward and gave one huge kick, Sirius and Remus released James who fell groaning in pain.

'Now, James' said Sirius brushing hair out of his eyes. 'Do you agree to not go against us?'

'Agreed' James panted. 'What about you, and you and you?'

'Agreed'

'Agreed'

'Agreed'

'Now then' James said in a matter-of-fact-tone, 'Who wants to have a pillow fight'

Authors' Note: Thanks to Lilykins, hitomi_n (alseides@wp.pl) and MagickalStar135, who reviewed my latest chapters. Yes I've just found out Remus is half-blood. J.K.Rowling said it in that book-day thing. I've re-done chapter one, if anyone is bothered to read it again. Don't forget to review people.