Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and everything going with him, I'm only borrowing them!

Authors' Notes: I totally forgot about this story until I got a review on it today and I decided to put up what I still had written. If I find that people are reading it, I may keep on writing. Reviews are appreciated. Especially if they have suggestions!

Chapter 2

"And he also happened to be a wizard."

"Ah hah!" Sirius exclaimed, "I knew it! It isn't fiction! He's a wizard.

"Uh, Sirius, muggles write about magic all the time, they are fascinated by it, but believe it is fiction," Remus replied. "For example, there is the wizard Gandalf in The Lord of the Rings, Merlin in King Arthur, Mortiana in Robin Hood, and the two witches in The Lion, The Witch,and the Wardrobe,"

"I think we get the point Moony," James interrupted

"Yea, well if the muggles know about Azkaban," Sirius pointed out, "then I'm pretty sure that they are right this time" Remus opened his mouth to retaliate, however, before he could speak, James pelted him and Sirius with pillows. Peter's eyes, which had been jumping from Sirius to Remus, now snapped in James' direction. James jumped lightly off the bed and grabbed the book, laying back down he continued to read

"It was nearly midnight-"

"Oooooooh! The witching hour approaches," said Sirius excitedly. Peter gave a small laugh, Remus and James rolled their eyes, and the latter continued to read.

"And he was lying on his stomach in his bed, the blankets drawn right over his head like a tent-"

"That's a weird position to sleep in," Peter remarked.

"Uh, Peter, if anyone sleeps in odd positions, it is you," Sirius shot back.

"Shut- up Padfoot!"

James continued to read, "a flashlight in one hand and a large leather bound book (A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot)- isn't that bookish girl in our History of Magic class named Bagshot?"

"Yea, she is," Remus said, "she is the only person besides me who manages to stay awake in Binns' class"

"Well, we can't help the fact that he bores us all to death," Sirius retorted

"You could at least try to stay awake—what does this even have to do with the book?" Remus asked.

"Nothing, besides the fact that the author of Harry's history book sits in front of us in History of Magic," Sirius replied sarcastically.

"It is still fiction until I see in writing that Harry goes to Hogwarts, and then I will agree with you."

"If you two would stop bickering like a married couple then maybe we could continue reading and find out," Peter suggested as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Carry on then Jamsie boy!"

Glaring at Sirius, James continued to read, "propped open against a pillow, Harry moved the tip of his eagle feather quill-"

"Ooooh! I have one of those," Sirius interrupted.

"Padfoot, we all have eagle feather quills!" James said as he hit Sirius over the head with the book before reading on. "Down the page, frowning as he looked for something that would help him write his essay, 'Witch burnings in the fourteenth century were completely pointless- discuss."

"That sounds a lot like an essay that Binns would give," Peter said thoughtfully.

"That's because it is a Binns essay, he gives it to his second years to do over the summer holiday. Don't you remember, it was really easy, all you had to do was write about flame freezing charms and-"

"Thank you to our resident professor," Sirisu cut Remus off. "And yes, we know you are not a professor. But my dear friend Mooney, don't you think that the fact that Harry is writing the same essay as we did is enough to make him a Hogwarts student?"

"Nope, still not enough proof. But lets see if Harry is smarter than his 'dad.' Although, just because he is actually doing his summer homework makes him smarter than James! But read on."

James sighed, "Why do I even put up with you all?"

"Because you think we're cute," Sirius said attempting to look sweet and angelic, but failed miserably.

"Um, no," James sad. "I am just going to keep reading. 'The quill paused at the top of a likely looking paragraph, Harry pushed up his round glasses up the bridge of his nose-'"

"Poor kid, of all the things he could get from James, he got stuck with his horrid vision" Sirius interrupted, laughing.

"Well, at least it wasn't his hair!" Peter chipped in.

"It's not my fault! It grows that way!" James protested.

"So you tell the mirror every morning, and after five years, it still laughs at you," Remus pointed out.

"Prat," James muttered before continuing to read, "Moved his flashlight closer to the book and read-"

"He can read!" Peter exclaimed.

"Looks like Prongs Jr. is smarter than his dad!" Sirius teased.

"I can read! I've been reading this book, haven't I?"

"Oh, yea, I guess you have, but not anymore, it's my turn to read!" And with that Sirius grabbed the book out of James' hands. He spent a few minutes searching for their place before James reached over and pointed out where they were. "Right, I knew that! 'Non- Magic people (more commonly known as muggles) were particularly afraid of magic in medieval times, but not very good at recognizing it. On the rare occasion they did catch a real witch or wizard, burning had no effect what so ever'-"

"Why's that?" Peter asked.

"Because they have a wand and can protect themselves from fire with a spell," James said slowly, as if talking to a child.

"Oh, right then."

"The witch or wizard would perform a basic flame freezing charm," they all looked at Peter, who turned away, ashamed.

"I just thought the wand would have burnt up in the fire—it is made of wood you know."

Sirius rolled his eyes and continued, "And then pretend to shriek in pain while enjoying a gentle, tickling sensation. Indeed, Wendelin the Weird enjoyed being burned so much that she allowed herself to be caught no less than seventy- four times-"

"Are you sure that's right Padfoot, I could have sworn it was forty- seven times," Remus said.

"Honestly, professor, do you memorize your textbooks!"

"No, it's just it came up on my History of Magic O.W.L. and I was sure it was forty- seven times. And I am not-"

"Moony, calm down," James interrupted," I know you are not a professor, and there is nothing wrong with being smart, in fact, if Padfoot had half your brains he would realize that he read the numbers wrong and it should be forty-seven."

"No, it's seventy-four times, I can read… oh." Sirius trailed off as James pointed to the words forty- seven in the book. "Right, like I said, I can read!" Seeing his friends roll their eyes he decided it best to continue reading, "No less than forty- seven times in various disguises."