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Sirius Black was having a very strange day.

It had started off perfectly okay, he had had breakfast, laughed with his friends, gone to his seventh year lessons and showed off in front of the class as per usual, but it was when he reached the Quidditch pitch for quidditch practice when things started to get odd.

He was flying around, beaters bat at the ready, keeping an eye on one of the bludgers in case it tried to attack one of his teammates, when he felt a gust of wind rustle his robes, as though something had passed him.

He turned round, in order to see someone hit the ground with a resounding thump. A messy, black haired someone…

"Prongs!" he yelled , speeding towards the ground, "Prongs, are you okay?"

No reply.

"Prongs! James Potter answer me! This isn't funny!"

"Padfoot?"

Sirius turned, then blinked. He turned back to face the person on the ground. Then to look at the person hurrying towards him, broomstick in hand.

"James? Then who's…"

But as Sirius scrutinised the body on the ground more closely, he noticed things that he hadn't before in his panicked state. This boy's nose was slightly shorter than James', with slightly longer hair, as though he was in need of a haircut.

"Woah!" said James stopping in his tracks as he spotted the boy lying on the ground. "I wasn't aware I had a twin. Mum and Dad have got some serious explaining to do!"

Sirius rolled his eyes. This was such a James thing to do, loosen the tension even in the toughest of times. Sirius did it as well of course – well someone had to! – but right now they had more pressing matters to deal with other than the kids "twinness" to James.

"Come on, we need to get him to the hospital wing, he fell like thirty feet!"

"Oh, yeah," said James, before turning to the rest of the team who had ceased practice once they realised that their Captain and beater had stopped. "Practice is …uhhh…postponed! Yeah that's the word! Yeah, so meet back here again tomorrow instead."

"Oh, come on, don't blame us!" said Sirius in response to the outbreak of dark muttering that had begun at these words, "It's not our fault! If anyone, blame the new kid. When he wakes we'll be sure to tell him not to go disrupting our Quidditch practice by falling out of the sky next time."

"Yeah, okay…." Said James grabbing Sirius' arm and levitating the dark haired kid, "time to go!"

As they made their way back up to the castle, they were very careful not to cause any more harm to the unconscious boy than possible.

"Sirius! Look out for that tree!"

THUMP

"Whoops!"

"You prat Padfoot, now he's going to have concussion on top of everything else!"

"Hey, I'm not the one levitating him, you're the one holding the wand."

"Yeah, well it's hard to control him when you keep walking into me isn't it!"

"That's not my fault! It's getting dark and I can't see where I'm going, I keep tripping over roots and stuff."

"I can see perfectly fine! And aren't you supposed to be the one with the dog senses?"

"Nah, that's Moony, I just have the amazing charm of dogs that has the ladies all over me."

"You know what, I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer."

"Well that's not very nice."

"You're not very nice

"HA, you spoke to me, I win!"

"Win what?"

"Everything, I'm a winner!"

CRASH

"And there goes a suit of armour. You really should concentrate Prongs."

"I WAS! Stop pushing me!"

"No!"

This random and meaningless conversation carried on for quite some time, and by the time that it was over they had reached the hospital wing, leaving a path of wreckage behind them that would have given Filch a fit if he ever saw it.

Just as James was about to knock on the wooden doors of the hospital wing, he "tripped" over Sirius' foot, sending both him and the unconscious boy headfirst through the doors.

"MR POTTER"

James looked up in order to see the wrath of Madam Pomphry descend upon him.

"HOW DARE YOU DISRUPT MY PATIENTS WITH ALL YOUR TROUBLE-MAKING!"

"But Madam Pomphrey I just-"

"You barge in here at this time-"

As she was yelling at him, James glared at Sirius who was in fits of silent hysterics as James yet again tried to explain.

"We were playing Quidditch-"

"Quidditch! It's always quidditch isn't it! Such as dangerous sport, I've always said- Who's that?"

She had spotted James' "twin" who was lying blissfully ignorant of the entire scene, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth.

"That's what we came here for," James said, relieved that she had given him a chance to speak, "we were playing Quidditch when he just fell out of the sky. We don't know who he is or anything. He nearly landed on Sirius."

Madam Pomphrey glanced at Sirius who was still lounging in the doorway, a grin plastering his face, before levitating the boy onto an empty bed in the corner.

"So he just appeared out of nowhere? No indication whatsoever of where he came from?"

"No Miss," said Sirius, joining in the conversation, "I just turned round and there he was, lying on the ground."

"Hmm," said Madam Pomphrey, pursing her lips, "Well, I'd better inform the Headmaster. It's probably just a portkey malfunction, but you can never be too safe…"

She stared thoughtfully into the distance, before snapping out of her trance and turning to the two teenagers.

"You two," she barked, "Off to bed. It's almost curfew."

With that she hurried them out of the hospital wing, and shut the doors behind them with a bang.

Sirius turned to James, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Time to do some marauding Prongs?" he asked.

James seemed to think about it for a moment before sighing.

"No, we should probably get to bed, we've got lessons tomorrow."

"And when has that ever stopped that before?" countered Sirius, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, you know…" replied James, "It's nearly N.E.W.T time, and we do need to do some work this year."

Sirius pulled out his wand and pointed it at his best friend.

"Who are you and what have you done with James Potter?"

"Don't be a prat Padfoot." Muttered James, pushing aside Sirius' wand before continuing up the marble staircases.

"Ohhhh." Said Sirius knowingly, "This is because of a certain Lily Evans, isn't it? Trying to give her a good impression Prongs? 'Cause it's a bit too late for that."

"No!" Said James, blushing to the roots of his hair, "I just think we should get to bed, it's only the third night back after all."

"Sure, whatever you say, Prongs"

James glared at him, before muttering the password to the common room – Venomous Tentacula– and climbing through the portrait hole.

They didn't speak as they went up to the seventh year boys dormitories so as not to wake Remus and Peter, both of whom had taken an early night, and got changed in silence, both immersed in his own thoughts, James' involving a certain red-headed Head Girl and Sirius' mostly comprising of food, quidditch, and basically anything but school work.

"Night Prongs," muttered Sirius as he got into his four poster.

"Night Padfoot," replied James, but as he closed his eyes, he thought not of Lily Evans, or what mischief the Marauders would get up to the next full moon, but of the mysterious black haired boy who looked so like him, and how he had appeared in the school grounds, when that was thought to be impossible.