Chapter 2

Hi, Rona! I met three other boys on the train. Remus and Sirius are pretty nice, but there's this boy named Peter…he's like one of those people you mentioned. He looks at us strangely, with this glint in his eyes. He creeps me out…he got into Gryffindor, even though he looks really weak and cowardly. He is too, Sirius and Remus agreed with me when he was in the bathroom.

James

P.S. I GOT INTO GRYFFINDOR!

Dear James,

Congratulations, I'm proud of you. Stay away from Peter; if he tries to get close to you, hex him with my spell. Just…do it under the table, don't let anyone know. Incantation: Vorso Concitant. Wand movement: Just point it at him.

Love,

Your Sister Corona Potter

Rona

It was so FUNNY! He turned upside down, all his clothes vanished except for his boxers, which was pink with small bows and hearts! Everyone laughed at him! How did you do it?

James

James,

It's called magic. By the way, his boxers were originally that way; I don't change clothes colors that often.

Rona

James Potter pulled a HUGE prank on Halloween at the Feast. Although they had been victims of the prank, almost everyone praised him and clapped him on the back. He had lost ten points for Gryffindor, but others earned it back quickly.

He was beaming proudly, until the next day at breakfast. A snowy owl swooped in, a red, smoking letter clutched in its talons. James began whimpering in fear.

"Just open it, mate. It'll be over quickly," Sirius assured his friend, patting his back in sympathy.

"There's no way she could have found out so quickly," whimpered James as he stared at Winter, his sister's personal snowy owl.

The Slytherins, who had been the main victims of the prank the day before, smirked, snickering and pointing at him. Shuddering, James opened the letter. But instead of the loud, furious tones of his mother Dorea Potter as everyone else had expected, a soft, young voice berated James.

"James Charlus Potter! I knew you would pull a prank on Halloween, I knew it! How could you ruin the first feast the first years have experienced? And pull it on yours as well? You ruined their feast, how could you, James? Father will not receive the letter until this afternoon at three, and Mother will be furious with you! Have you forgotten that she too was once a Slytherin? And Slytherin is not the House of Evil, James, it's the House of the Cunning and Ambitious! Either way, how could you use one of MY spells on them? My spell! It's not to be used for pranks like that, James! James Potter, you had better apologize to the Slytherin House immediately, or I'll simply let Mother and Father Floo over and mortify you in front of the Great Hall! And I'll know if you don't, James! I refuse to help you charm your way out, yet I may persuade Father to restrain Mother until she calms. Apologize, James!" the voice finished, and the red letter self-combusted, leaving a raven lock of hair behind.

"Who was that, James?" asked Sirius curiously as he peered at the hair. As James stood up, he asked incredulously, "You're not seriously going to apologize to them, are you?"

Winter nipped him hard, and he yelped in pain as James faced the Slytherin table.

"I apologize for my actions yesterday. I did not mean to humiliate anyone, simply to bring some mirth to the Feast. I seek your forgiveness."

Through all this, regret was in his voice as he quivered with the stare of everyone on him. As one, the Slytherins finally nodded to him, and he sank down in relief. The snowy owl reappeared with another Howler.

"I—!" he protested.

"Well done, James. I knew you could do it. I'll be sure to tell Mother and Father you've apologized. I love you, James," the voice softly reassured before the Howler rose and disappeared in a flash, leaving a kiss softly pressed to James' cheek as he smiled happily, closing his eyes to bask in his sister's praise.

Then the moment was ruined as Sirius repeated, "Who was that?"

No Howlers came from anyone, and Sirius was surprised to see a box of sweets arrive for James the next day. Smirking, the boy ripped open the box of sweets, revealing a letter and a box full of strange things.

"What are those, James?"

"Prank items! Rona really knows how to make these; she can charm anyone into giving it to her. She's wonderful at these; I used one of her spells on the snakes at the feast, that's why she was so angry. But she still re-directed the owl for me; Father and Mother never heard of my prank! Anyways, there're some sweets in here, I think…Yep! Got it…here, Siri, I think she got some for you…you too, Remus! You like chocolate? 'Cause she got you like a gazillion Chocolate Frogs."

"That's—Whoa…" Remus trailed off in wonder as he stared at the expanded box in front of him, literally heaped with chocolate frogs. "I love them!"

"Great…Siri, she got you something…wow! She promised me a Christmas gift if I don't play anymore pranks until February! But that's a long time…Whatever!"

James held to his promise, and on Christmas, he was at Potter Manor with Corona and his parents. That night, Corona tip-toed into his bedroom, and he was wide-awake, waiting for her.

"Where's my present?"

"Sh…here."

She handed him a wrapped, long box. In joy, he ripped it open, revealing a broomstick!

"What kind is it? I can't read it!"

"Hush! You can't tell anyone…it's my own creation. I've charmed it a lot, it's really fast and strong too! I'll take you out to fly it tomorrow; but guess what's better!" Pointing down at the small slip of paper on the top, Corona read it out loud to James. "For Mr. James Charlus Potter, I, Minerva McGonagall, your Head of House, and the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, hereby give you permission to join the Quidditch team despite your young age. Currently, you may try out for Chaser, Beater, or Seeker, as the current players for those spots do not play as well as you do."

"THANK YOU SO MUCH, RONA!" screamed James as he jumped up and down, clutching his new broomstick tightly.

"Hush, James! Good thing I put up a Silencing Charm," muttered Corona.

Corona demonstrated first, having shed her pureblood princess robes for a while for black Quidditch robes. She twisted, turned, and flew much better than James could ever hope for as he watched his sister dive, lift, and twirl about on the broom. Finally, the unruffled girl halted smoothly beside him, leaping off gracefully and gesturing to the broom with a smile.

"Going?"

James nearly crashed many times, but he eventually adjusted to the extremely fast broom.

"I'm a CHASER!" he yelled proudly.

"Guess what?" he practically shouted to Sirius excitedly as he bounced up and down at the Gryffindor table. It was the middle of breakfast, and everyone stopped to listen to his loud voice. "Guess!"

"You had a great Christmas," Sirius dully responded, continuing to drink his pumpkin juice.

"I'm on the Quidditch team!" he yelled.

Sirius spit out his pumpkin juice, choking as he stared at James incredulously. Just then, the Quidditch Captain, Sam Jennings, strode into the completely silent Great Hall and grinned at James.

"Hey, James! Good job on making the team; you're our new Chaser!"

James beamed in pride.

"What the—How did you get there?!" Sirius practically screamed.

"Yeah, I didn't know how…Professor McGonagall just told me you were on."

"It was a Christmas present! And one of the best yet! Corona got me on!" James practically screamed in joy. At their blank looks, he rolled his eyes, emphasizing, "Corona. My sister."

"You have a sister?" was all the two boys asked.

"Yeah! Corona! She loves me a lot, but she's a bit like Mum sometimes…" James admitted.

"You're sister's good…"

"Yep! Naturally charming; love her to bits," James grinned.

Needless to say, he didn't pull any more pranks that year. Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup. The House Cup was given to Ravenclaw, Gryffindor in second place.

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