I don’t know why I did it. I only know I was sick and tired of having my face one the cover of every issue of TEEN Witch Weekly. I was sick of being Harry and Ginny Potter’s perfect first-born son. I was sick of my famous family who always stayed humble. (Well, maybe not Uncle Ron…) I know I wanted to rebel. I didn’t want to be perfect.
I was alone in the second floor bathroom. Then I saw it. Mum’s makeup bag. Something inside me urged me to touch it. I did. I saw the eye make-up. I knew what to do. I had seen Mum do it about a hundred times. I took the eyeliner out of the bag and carefully took the cap off. I don’t know why, but I put it on. I slipped the mascara in to my hand and pulled the cap off. I applied it.
I never really liked talking to girls other than my family and my friend Janna anyway. I always thought it was a bit of a hassle, taking girls on a date. With a guy I could just play one-on-one quidditch or something like that. It would be so easy. I always wanted to go to Massachusetts too.
Albus walked in. He had a tendency not to knock. He looked at me. He was horrified. “What did you do?!” he whispered.
I looked down “Promise you won’t tell any one. Not a soul.” I begged my little brother.
He looked a little confused. He went over to the toilet and sat on the cover. “Okay James. Fine.”
I started to clean the eye make-up off. “Alb, I think I’m gay.”
Albus nearly fell off the toilet “You? Gay?” he yelled. “If anyone in our family should be gay it should be me. I’m named after a gay guy, but you? James I can’t believe it!”
I almost started crying. “Please don’t tell Mum and Dad!”
Albus readjusted himself. “They will find out you know.”
Why did my brother have to be so smart? “I want to be the one to tell them.”
Albus shrugged. “Can you leave so I can pee?”
I sighed and left. I went down stairs to the kitchen. Mum and Lily were playing Exploding Snap. “Mum can I talk to you? Alone?”
She got up with a puzzled look on her face. “Okay.”
She and I walked into the laundry room. I sighed. “Mum I think I’m gay.”
She looked a little surprised. “Well James, if you are don’t be ashamed. One of the greatest wizards of all time was gay and he was a hero.”
I rolled my eyes. I knew that. Were the old times all adults could talk about? Mum got the message.
She smiled at me. “James if you are gay there is nothing anyone can do to change that. Be your self.”
I blushed. “Thanks Mum.”
And that, my friends, is the story of how I became gay. I, James Sirius Potter, am gay and I might just be proud of it.