A/N

Teehee. A Sirius chapter this one. (Well, not so serious, it was just me trying to be incredibly witty and it fell down the hole.)
Anyway, I didn't want to dwell on the previous chapter, this is a lot more James and Sirius friendship. Because though Sirius and Remus and Peter were also good friends, I just wanted to develop the infamous Sirius and James friendship.

Anyway. Enjoy. Oh, and leave a review! Remember I want 200, like badly!

"A dream diary?" Sirius said. "A fuc-"

"Don't swear," Mrs Potter said, smacking Sirius' head.

"Sorry," Sirius replied. "A dream diary? I'm supposed to write a dream diary?"

James looked up from his cereal, his glasses slipping down his nose. His spoon hovered in mid-air as he looked at his friend.

"Well…" he said. "Yes, you did make a note of it,"

"I did?"

"On your hand," James said, pushing the spoon into his mouth and chewing at the crunchy sugary treat.

"I've washed in the six weeks we've been out of school." Sirius snapped.

"Really?" James chortled. "Cause, you're looking greasier than ever,"

Sirius kicked him under the table. James laughed a little more. Milk came out of his nose. He wiped his face with his sleeve.

"Use a napkin son," Mr Potter said from behind his copy of the Prophet. James pouted.

"There are none," He said.

Mr Potter lowered his newspaper, his face creased into a frown. "Then use the pack of kitchen paper towels that your mother bought!"

James groaned, pushing himself from the table and slumping lazily over to the sink where a sizable amount of kitchen towels had been left. He ripped one off from the roll and wiped his face with it before throwing it lazily towards the bin. He missed. His father leaned down and got it, throwing it in the bin with ease.

"And some people say you're one of the best chasers to go through the Gryffindor team," Sirius sighed shaking his head.

"Really?" James asked, getting excited. "Who?"

"Idiots," Grunted Mr Potter.

"Charlus, I could hug you," Sirius said.

"Don't," Mr Potter replied.

"Charlus, dear," Mrs Potter said, bustling back into the room. "Don't you have to go to work?"

"They can manage without me for five minutes," Mr Potter said, spreading his Prophet out on the table. "Look, Madame Malkins is having a half-price sale on hats…"

Mrs Potter pouted and took the paper away from him. "Go!"

Mr Potter leaned back and sighed. Mrs Potter became enraged at her husband, so she took out her wand and forced the frying pan and dish soap to go flying after him. Mr Potter ran off and his wife didn't call them off until she heard the satisfying crack of him apparating.

"What will you boys be doing?" She asked, picking up James' plate.

"I'm not done with that!" He cried.

"Tough," She said. "I need to get the washing done. Sirius, are you going to spend another night or are you actually going to visit your parents this summer?"

"I thought I would just stay here,"

"Wrong answer," Mrs Potter said.

"But… But… But Dorea!" Sirius said. "You love me!"

"No, Sirius, sweetie," Mrs Potter said, beaming slightly. "I love chocolate. James and you on the other hand, I tolerate."

"But I have six weeks of dreams to write,"

"And you will get them done a lot quicker if James isn't around distracting you." Mrs Potter said.

"But James doesn't distract me!" Sirius argued.

"Now that's the biggest about of bullshit I've ever heard!" James snorted. Mrs Potter turned around, throwing a rubber glove at him. "Okay! Sorry!"

"But he doesn't!" Sirius said.

"I do," James replied.

"He does," Mrs Potter agreed. "He's like a kid with ADHD on acid."

"Thanks for the comparison, mum," James said.

"No bother," Mrs Potter said. "Go pack."

"But…"

"No. No 'if's' 'but's' 'however' and all those other words that spew out of your mouth when you won't do something," Mrs Potter replied. "Go, now."

James sighed, sliding off the chair and grabbing his father's newspaper as he and Sirius made the weary climb up the stairs to James' bedroom.

"So are you ever going to go home?" James asked, opening the door to his messy room. Sirius kicked some of the stuff off the floor and made his way to the bed. He jumped on, and lay back relaxed.

"Why?" He asked. "You bored of me yet?"

"Yes," James replied, picking up Sirius' shirt. "How long has that been there?"

Sirius looked up. "I'd say a few days,"

James dropped it. "You're disgusting,"

"I know," Sirius replied.

"Aren't you going to do your homework?"

"Nah, I'll get Moony to do it on the train to Hogwarts,"

"You're going to get Moony to do your homework?" James asked. "That's low Sirius,"

"I'll just tell Sanctus that I was away on holiday this year and I didn't have any time for it," Sirius shrugged.

"He can see into the future. He'll know you're lying,"

"Pfft, no he won't," Sirius said.

James began shuffling around the room, grabbing what he needed to go in his trunk. Trainers, sneakoscope, telescope, invisibility cloak, the mirror were all found in seconds. James then went searching for his new robes which they had bought a week beforehand. "MUM!" He bellowed. "WHERE'S MY NEW ROBES?"

"WHAT?" His mum bellowed back.

"MY NEW ROBES!"

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

James started to fume as he stomped to the small landing. Every word he said was emphasised greatly by the footfalls. "WHERE-IS-MY-NEW-SCHOOL-ROBES!"

"Oh… I er… I put them away!"

"WHERE?"

"James Henry Potter!" She shouted. "There is no need to yell!"

"You're yelling!"

"Because you're shouting at me!"

"Yes because you're as deaf as a post!"

"I did not stick your chest in the post! What are you harking on about?"

"WHERE ARE MY ROBES?"

"Here!" Sirius called. James looked around. Sirius had left the room and was now head first in the linen closet. "Oi, help me out!"

James went to his side and yanked Sirius out, his hair flailed everywhere out of control. He held in his hands two packages, neatly wrapped in brown paper. He threw them at James before darting back into the room and sitting on James' bed. James followed, throwing the packages on the desk before looking for some socks.

"Haven't you got homework to do?" James asked, moving back towards the packages and unwrapping them carefully. He pulled out the robes and checked them against himself. "Do these look too big for me?"

"No," Sirius replied.

"Yes they do!" James said earnestly. "MUM!"

"JAMES WHATEVER IT IS I CANNOT BE BOTHERED LISTENING!" His mother shouted back.

James pouted, before flinging the robes quite carelessly into the trunk. Sirius swung his legs over the bed and grabbed some parchment and one of James' quills. He dabbed it with ink and began writing.

"How do you spell 'aardvark'?" He asked.

James looked up. "Okay, what the hell are you dreaming about?"

"I'm not," Sirius replied. "I'm making up an entire summer of dreams… I'm just writing random crap."

"Oh," James frowned. "I doubt how it would matter how you spell it… I think he's just looking for the damn thing to be done."

"You know what, 'aardvark', doesn't make any sense," Sirius replied, crossing it out. "James."

"Yes?"

"No, I'm writing about dreaming about you," Sirius replied.

"Aw… I'm touched…"

"…. Dying a miserable sore death…" Sirius replied. "You never know, it might happen."

"What are friends for?" James asked.

"Damn straight." Sirius said. "Day two… Singing… Bananas…"

"Okay, Sirius, you can't make up anything!"

"Why not? It's my dream!"

"I think Sanctus will be able to tell whether or not you're lying," James said. "Move!"

Sirius shifted and James yanked the Gryffindor Scarf from underneath his friend.

"Okay… Day three…"

"Oh dear…"

"Remus…"

"Aw…" James said. "Dreaming about Remus were we? Bless, I can see a future for you and him."

"… With a squirrel…" Sirius finished. "Can I not leave a few days blank and say that I had a dreamless sleep those nights?"

"Yeah," James shrugged. "But remember, you have to list the reasons why you think you weren't dreaming."

"WHAT?"

"Didn't I mention this to you?"

"NO!"

"Oh… Must have slipped my mind."

"I'm going to kill you."

"Charming."

"Seriously, I am going to kill you."

"Oh and remember to talk about your dreams," James instructed. "You have to talk about why you think you dreamed those important things and what your subconscious is telling you."

"Oh fuc-"

"Language," James reminded mildly.

"Fudge-knockers."

"What?" James asked.

"I don't know…" Sirius pouted. "Urgh!" He fell back onto the bed. "Where did summer go?"

"Er…" James straightened, in one hand his broom cleaning kit, and in the other his empty owl cage.

"Never mind," Sirius said. "I doubt you would have a decent enough answer."

"Oh, thanks,"

"No problem," Sirius bit the end of the quill. He stopped and looked at it. "Is this from Honeydukes?"

"Er…" James looked at it. "Yeah, that's my sugar quill."

"Oh," Sirius handed it to him. "Better take it away from me; otherwise, I might not concentrate,"

"Sirius, I have never known you to do anything but not concentrate," James said.

"James, has anyone ever told you that you can be great comfort in times of desperation."

"Oh, yes," James said. "People let me know all the time."

"Ah, well, forgive me for saying the following,"

"Which would be?"

"Shut up."

James smirked before moving around the room. "Broom… Broom… Broom… Broom…"

"Airing closet or broom shed outside."

"Ah… Fudge-knockers." James said. Sirius lowered his parchment. "Yes I went there. I said it."

Sirius rolled his eyes and looked back at the work he had written so far. "Okay… Day four…"

James let out a groan. He dug his hand into the trunk and pulled out a large thick set leather book and threw it at Sirius. "Here, make dreams from there."

Sirius opened the book and began to flick through it. "Light reading?"

"Borrowed it from Moony,"

"Of course you did," Sirius said. "Not exactly light reading is it?"

"I was misquoting Moony,"

"Ah,"

"I'm not that intelligent." James stopped. "Wait. Of course I am. I'm too brilliant. In fact, I don't even need these books,"

"Ah well," Sirius said. "Don't throw them into the fire, Moony will have a field day."

"Damn," James said, looking at his pile of books including a large heavy one that was covered in runic symbols. "Like I'm going to read any of these this year,"

"Keep them for your future kids," Sirius said, leaning forward and taking the top book off the pile. "I'm sure young mister Potter of the future would enjoy reading '100 of the Best Ways to Impress Your Witch'."

James snatched the book from him. "That's private."

"Prongs," Sirius said, sighing. "I've seen you in your underwear and less, nothing is private to me anymore."

"Wait – what?" James twisted around to see Sirius.

"Nothing," Sirius just grinned.

"I worry about you." James said. "Constantly."

"I'm pleased that you have concern for me."

"Oh, not for you," James said. "For everyone else, and what may happen if you actually do something stupid."

"Have I ever done anything…" Sirius stopped, pausing and frowning. "You know what, maybe its best you don't answer that question."

"Maybe," James chuckled.

"Okay… Week 2…" Sirius said, picking up another quill.

…

"And therefore concludes my thesis that in time, great tragedy will befall me and my friends…" Sirius said, putting down the quill and looking up and the train compartment. "Does that sound alright? I mean, Sanctus is always looking for unfortunate futures…"

Remus barely looked up from his edition of the Prophet. James looked around from his game of exploding snap with Peter.

"Have you just finished that?" James asked.

"Finished what?" Remus asked.

"The homework for divination," James said, looking over. "The six week dream diary?"

"Oh, that," Remus retreated into his newspaper.

"I think I did it very well," Sirius said, proudly. "Sanctus' mind is going to be blown all over the walls."

The entire compartment was silent. Sirius' grin faded slightly. "Because, you know… He'd be blown away."

"We got it." Remus said.

"Okay," Sirius said, pushing his parchment away. "What's got up everybody's bottom?"

James laughed. "Bottom?"

"Well since I can't swear…" Sirius said.

"Nothing," Peter shrugged.

"Nothing," James said.

"Full moon," Remus said bitterly.

"O… kay…" Sirius said.

"It's just…" James leaned over. "You're fly's been open since we entered Scotland,"

Sirius looked down. "SHIT!" He muttered pulling it up.

"Oh don't worry about it too much," Peter said. "We've enjoyed seeing your… Er… Tighty-whiteys… What are you? Three?"

"They were the only clean pair," Sirius said. "The rest are in the trunk."

"We're the only ones to have seen it," James assured him. "But it has been rather uncomfortable. Oh and… Evans' when she passed with Snivellus,"

"You're joking,"

"No, a joke would be the cardigan and shirt combination that Moony's wearing," James said. Remus lowered his newspaper.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" He asked.

"Brown trousers?" Peter said. "Seriously?"

"You can hardly talk," Remus said.

"You have no idea how much this reminds me of a conversation I had with my mother not three days ago," James said.

"I doubt it went exactly like this," Sirius said. "Has the lady with the trolley came by yet?"

"Yes," Peter replied. "But you were too busy doing your homework, James was too busy looking at Evans' and Remus had taken a nap."

"I did not take a nap," Remus replied haughtily.

"You kinda did," James said. "But we got some extra food."

"Not that you'll need it," Peter said, drawing out another card and placing it on the makeshift table. He looked at James' cards and let out a groan, before the cards exploded, leaving their faces black with gunpowder and their hair sticking up at all ends. James pulled out his wand.

"Scourgify," He said. There was a loud pop and the gunpowder disappeared. James let out a groan and tried ruffling up his hair again. It didn't seem to work.

"Stop doing that," Sirius ordered. "It doesn't make you cool."

"Yeah it does,"

"It so doesn't," Said a new voice. James, Peter, Remus and Sirius looked around to see Caitlin smiling at them. She was dressed in her school robes already. Beside her was Sarah, looking saddened and worse for wear, dour even. Remus saw this and hide quickly behind his newspaper, his eyes not reading, fixed completely on an article on goblin rebellions in France.

"Hey," James said. "Have a good holiday?"

"Not that bad," Caitlin said. "Better than Sarah's," She nodded towards Sarah.

"Oh?" Sirius asked.

"Yeah," Caitlin stared, shooting darts at Remus who hid deeper into his newspaper. She shook her head. "Can we join you?" Sarah leaned up and whispered in Caitlin's ear. She became quite annoyed at this. "Yeah okay! Will you calm down?"

Sarah blushed angrily. Caitlin shook her head. "Seen Mary, Sirius?"

"Nope,"

"She's looking for you," She said.

"Well, she hasn't been looking hard enough," Sirius said.

"Sirius," Caitlin said. "I suggest you go looking for her."

Sirius sighed and got up. "I hate you," He said to Caitlin.

"Likewise," Caitlin said, smiling slightly.

Sirius rolled his eyes before leaving the compartment. Caitlin sat close to James whilst Sarah sat in Sirius' unoccupied seat, staring directly at the newspaper which was serving as Remus' head.

…

Sirius found Mary sitting in a compartment near the front. She was sitting with Marlene, Alice and Lily, giggling about something inaudible. Sirius opened the compartment and cleared his throat loudly to get their attention.

"Hey," Mary said.

"Hey," Sirius said. "Could… We…"

"Talk?" Mary stood up. "Yes."

Sirius grinned as she took his hand and led him down the train, past other students who were slowly changing into their robes. They found an empty compartment and stepped inside, closing the door and drawing the blinds.

"How was your summer?" Sirius asked.

"Uneventful." Mary said. "You?"

"Well…" Sirius said, shifting uncomfortably. "I was with James most of the holidays, staying with his parents-"

Mary interrupted him, throwing herself onto him, wrapping his arms around his neck and pushing her lips against him. At first, Sirius was confused. But then he began to enjoy it. He kissed back. Her breath sweet, like strawberries. Their tongues twisted together and Sirius felt something leap in his chest. Mary was wrapping her hands around his long black hair.

She pulled away. "I missed you so much," She said.

Sirius couldn't think. She kissed him again just as the train whistle sounded. She broke off again, smiling gently. She was gone after that. Sirius stood stunned. Slowly he moved back towards the compartment.

Caitlin and Sarah were gone, Remus was red-faced and angry and James and Peter were laughing.

Sirius sat down, still too stunned.

"Hey, did something beat you senseless?" James asked.

"Uh…" Sirius cleared his throat. "I think I just had my first kiss…"

"GET OUT!" James said.

"No." Sirius said.

"Wait," Remus said. "Your first kiss? Haven't you had three other girlfriends before that?"

Sirius blushed. "We never… Really… We were more… Holding hands and writing smooshy poems to each other."

"Well." Peter pressed. "How was it?"

Sirius frowned. "It was… Good."

"Tongues?"

"Yes,"

"Holy shit man," James said. "She likes you a lot."

"You think?"

"No-one uses tongues during the first kiss," Remus said.

"You would know?" Sirius asked.

"Every man, worth his salt knows that," Remus said.

"So." James said. "Does that make you an official couple yet?"

"I don't know," Sirius said. "Does it?"

"It kinda does," Remus said.

Sirius was still stunned. Peter checked his watch.

"We'll be arriving soon," He said. "Come on, let's get changed."