"James, Sirius, are you nearly ready to leave?" Charles Potter shouted up the stairs to the two boys, "It will not make a good impression if the Head Boy misses the train!"

"Our little James, Head Boy. I still cant believe it." Lucinda Potter sniffed. "Who would have thought?"

"I know. Hopefully He'll start to improve his behaviour and we'll have fewer owls home this year," Charles smiled at his wife, neither really minded their son's antics.

"I'm just glad he got to have fun, with the way the world is going." Lucinda sighed. It wouldn't be too long now.