Okay, so, I only got one more chapter done, but this chapter is quite short, much like the prologue, so ... I guess I'm being nice.

Anywho.

I'm sick.

You should hear me talking... It's quite humorous, seeing as I sound like a man, but it's really annoying. I believe I have strep, and a cough, and a headache, but tonight, I'm ignoring it, and going to openmic with my friend.

Of course I'm going to watch. I'd never sing with this voice...

Heh.

ANYWAYS.

Chapter two.

It sucks, but it's off to a slow start. For two chapters, in like, two more chapters, things will move fast, and then after that, it'll go at a moderately slow speed. (:

Read.

"Oi! Prongsie!" Sirius called from the bottom of the steps. "Letters are here!"

Shooting out of the bathroom, buttoning up his jeans as he raced down the steps, taking the letter from Sirius' hand, James Potter let out a very feminine squeal erupt from his mouth.

"Wrong letter, mate," James' best friend laughed, switching letters with him. "But they're both quite heavy. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy," Sirius jumped around. "I bet I got Head Boy!" James laughed at his sarcastic tone, motioning for him to open the letter. A badge fell out. Sirius stared. "But, this is yours. What's Dumbledore suddenly got against you to make me Quidditch Captain this year?"

"Maybe whatever is weighing my letter down will explain it," James grinned, casting his eyes at his letter. He refused to meet Sirius' eyes. He was slightly hurt. What had he done to lose his place as Quidditch Captain and hand it to Sirius? He racked through his head for something he had done last year that could rebuke his position. But, James had calmed down slightly at the end of last year. What, did Dumbledore want him to go around hexing Slytherins, still? Is that what he had to do to get his badge back? If so, he sure did not mind obliging.

"Are you going to open it or not?" Sirius wondered impatiently, eyeing the envelope.

"Yeah," James nodded, tearing the paper, dumping the contents into his waiting hand. When a golden badge with a scarlet, green, blue, and yellow strip hanging off the end fell into his hand, he stared. He knew that badge. He'd been faced up against it enough in the previous six years to not have it memorized. "Uh, mate? I think I got Remus' letter."

When he looked up, Sirius was picking up the envelope he had dropped. "Nope! Says it right here, 'James Harold Potter'. Why?" James wordlessly held up the badge. Sirius started intently at it. "'HB'. Why would you think that's for dear old Moony? He's RL, not HB. That is probably for Harvey Blakeslee." Harvey Blakeslee was a seventh year muggle born Hufflepuff, and also the Hufflepuff seeker.

"Or, quite frankly, head boy?" James suggested, whacking Sirius upside the head.

"Oi!" he yelped, tossing the badge back at James. He looked confused once he straightened back out. "Not entirely sure why I threw that at you. But you've got three letters, mate, check in them to see."

He nodded, opening the three folded letters. The one on top was surely the shortest, one that he quickly read through,

Dear James Harold Potter,

You have been chosen as the head boy for this coming school year.

Please report to the prefect compartment on the first of September, at noon exactly for a brief meeting you will be conducting with the head girl.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster

James reread the letter several times, trying to make sense of this in his mind. Him? As head boy?

He cursed, startling Sirius. "What's wrong? Isn't this a good thing?"

"Up until a certain point. Who do you reckon will get head girl?"

Sirius frowned, furrowing his brow, until a bright smile lit up his face. "This is great!"

"No!" James protested. "I'm over her! And I don't want her thinking I'm still hopelessly in love with her."

Sirius smirked, looking at his own letters, ignoring the words babbling from his best mate's mouth.

"James!" Charlotte Potter bellowed down the steps from the second landing.

"Yeah, mum?"

"Are those your letters?"

"Yeah."

"What's so great?"

James turned to Sirius, glaring. "I'm… head boy."

It was silent for nearly two minutes before hurried feet rushed down the steps. "Let me see that!" she yelled eagerly, tackling her son. Her eyes scanned the letter and then focused on the shining badge in her son's hands. "Merlin, James! You weren't even a prefect! Dumbledore must've really had a change of heart. Did you not play any pranks on him this year?"

"Thanks for the faith, mum," he laughed, taking his letter back. "No, he was still in on the Halloween and April Fool's day prank. And then in January we got the whole staff…"

Charlotte rolled her eyes at her boys—Sirius was her son. Blood didn't matter. And, hey, that was the whole point of his coming, right? He agreed that blood didn't matter in society, so why must it matter in family?

"You must tell your father when he gets home. We'll be going to Diagon Alley next week on Tuesday, so let Remus and Peter know."

James nodded.

James Potter, best friend of Sirius Black. James Potter, infamous Marauder. James Potter, love sick boy rejected too many times to count by Lily Evans.

James Potter, head boy.

Okay.

So, it sucked, but it was uneventful, which is why I posted it.

I'm not really giving anything away or anything.

So, you should review, even though there isn't much to review. :DD