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Chapter 3 : Complicated
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                Friendship is one of the more inexplicable things in life. Who can really say why some us form that bond and why others don’t? It’s a strange amalgamation of things that vary with every relationship. And friendship itself varies as well. Some friendships are tenuous at best, formed through necessity or convenience, while others are more unshakeable, created because somehow, the stars aligned and everything fell into place.


                I had always thought that my friendship with Selene fell into the latter category. Our meeting on the Hogwarts Express was pure chance, but it’s a day I look on with fondness. At first, I liked her because of how she treated me, how it didn’t matter to her who my parents were. As time went on, we grew to be best mates and I never looked back. We began pranking, she spent holidays at my house, we laughed at random things, and I just liked to be around her.


                My other friendships are all different than the one I have with Selene. Louis started out as necessity. As my cousin, he and I were thrown together all the time, so we had to get along. Of course, I consider him to be a brother now, and we do connect on some level, but there is no denying that our friendship isn’t as strong as the one I have with Selene. And Nick joined our little group part way through first year when he was in detention with me and Selene. We discovered that he was an easy-going, goofy bloke that just complimented our personalities. But by that point, Selene and I had already established our troublemaking duo. 

               Friendship isn’t something tangible, but it’s a defining factor of life. Your friends shape who you are each and every day. They affect how other people see you and, to some degree, how you see yourself. Your friends are the family that you choose for yourself. They are the ones who support you in life, who see you at your best and at your worst, and who, if they are truly good friends, stick with you through everything that life throws at you.


               I sometimes think it’s funny to watch small children make friends. I’m sure everyone remembers back when they were five or six years old. You could meet someone with a toy you also have, someone with cool looking shoes, or just someone that seems lonely and you’d have an instant friend. Kids meet other children at a playground and, for maybe an hour, they’re your best friend. And after that, you never see them again. But the beauty of it was, there was always someone else out there, waiting to replace them. Childhood friendships may be the briefest sometimes, but I think they’re the most beautiful. Back then, it didn’t matter who you are, what you look like, or how you act. All that mattered was that you’re two kids who just wanedt to have fun.

                As time passed, I began to miss the days of easy friendship. In my life now, everything is strained. While Selene and I no longer ignore each other, I’m not really sure if you can call us friends. Louis and Nick are both at a loss as to what to do and end up having to split their time between the two of us. It’s kind of sickening how one night of impulsiveness has completely screwed up the friendships of four people. But that’s what happens when you grow up. Friendships become complicated.



                “This is ridiculous, James. I’ve had enough of this bullshit. You need to do something.”


                “Hi, Lily, nice to see you too,” I grumbled. “And don’t swear.” It was a Saturday night and I was working in the library by myself. Classes were extremely tough this year and I was suffering without the assistance Selene usually provided. I’d figured I should actually try to get my act together, at least to some degree. I needed to do well on my NEWTs if I wanted to get a good job. And the way I saw it, if Selene was going to have a baby, I’d have to help support her somehow.

                “James, I’m serious,” Lily insisted. “It’s bloody December and you and Selene still aren’t talking.”


                “We talk,” I said mildly, although I felt my stomach twist. “She tells me what’s going on with the baby. She gave me one of her scan pictures. I mean, I’m not exactly sure what I was supposed to be seeing, but still.”


                Lily scoffed. “Cut the crap. That’s all the interaction you guys really have. You aren’t involved in her pregnancy at all. And that kind of makes you the biggest prat in the world.”


                “She won’t let me!” I protested. “And not so loud, we don’t want people overhearing.”


                “Look, I know this is tough on you,” she said seriously, “but everything you’re going through is ten times harder for Selene. She started crying last night because she misses you.”


                I blinked. “Selene never cries.”


                “She does when she’s pregnant and hormonal.”


                “She must hate that.”


                Lily grinned impishly. “Oh believe me, she does. When she’s not wailing about how awful your estrangement is, she’s going off on how she’s going to kill you for knocking her up. She’s gotten extremely paranoid about being fat, even though she hasn’t even started to show yet.”


                “Yeah, speaking of that, when will she? I mean, I know the whole thing is a secret right now, but won’t people start to notice?”


                “Well, she’s about four months along right now. I read in a book that women generally start showing sometime during their second trimester. However, it also said that women who are having their first baby and women that are fit and muscular will take longer. In rare cases, it may take until the third trimester for there to be a significant baby bump,” Lily rambled.


                “Selene is definitely fit,” I muttered, remembering that night in August. I remembered her body underneath mine, my hands brushing over her soft skin…


                I was startled into full awareness by Lily’s hand nearly hitting me in the face. “What was that for?” I said, jumping.

                “Your eyes were looking a little glazed. I figured you were daydreaming about her in typical hormonal teenage boy fashion, yes?”


                “Not something I want to talk about with my baby sister,” I said pointedly, feeling myself blush. She took that as an affirmative and smirked at me.


                “Anyways,” I hastily changed the subject. “Do you know what she’s planning for the future? I mean, as far as when it comes time for the baby to be born and all that. Selene only tells me what’s happening currently and ignores my questions about what’s going to happen later.” 

                “Well,” Lily said thoughtfully, “I know she has been discussing things with Madam Pomfrey. She’s going to go to Mungo’s for the delivery. But seeing as the baby will be due in late May, she’ll have to come back to school to take her NEWTs. She hasn’t completely decided what to do, but I know she’s been looking through adoption pamphlets as well as ones about parenting. She hasn’t decided on that, but she does want to keep her options open. She’s scared.”


                I shook my head sadly. “I just wish I could be there for her.”


                “Sorry,” she said sadly. “I know she’s not exactly letting you help. I get that you’re trying and all, but maybe you should take a new approach? Remember, this is your kid too. You may not be the one carrying it, but you are half the reason it exists in the first place. If you can’t get her to allow you into her life as her friend, maybe she’ll let you in as the father of her unborn child.”


                I considered that for a moment. “It’s worth a shot, I guess. Thanks Lil.”


                “No problem. You’ll figure it all out eventually."


                With a small smile, she reached over to ruffle my hair before getting up and leaving. I turned back to my Charms essay and sighed. I missed Selene.




                I spent the next week trying to get Selene alone so I could talk to her about the baby. Unfortunately, she seemed to know that something was coming, because she always made sure she was with Louis or Nick whenever I would approach her. For some reason, she would blush every time she looked at me. I wasn’t sure what that was about, but I guess I can add that to the list of things I don’t know about Selene. That list is becoming more and more extensive with each day.


                My attempts at confronting Selene turned out to be entirely futile because it was her who eventually caught me alone. Apparently, she’d decided she actually wanted to talk to me because one night as I was walking back to Gryffindor Tower – I’d been in the library again – I was suddenly pulled into an empty classroom.


                “Er, hi,” I said when I saw it was Selene that had dragged me into the room. “You know, you could have just said ‘Hi, James, want to talk?’ or something. You didn’t have to jump at me like a creeper.”


                She rolled her eyes. “My way is more fun.” 

                I paused. “Okay, yeah, I’ll give you that. Anyways, what’s up?”


                “Do you regret it?” she asked abruptly.


                “Do I regret what? Taking Herbology as a NEWT class? A little bit, but don’t tell Neville that. Or did you mean having all that treacle tart at dinner? Because I will never regret eating treacle tart, no matter how much my stomach may hurt afterwards.”


                Yes, I was stalling. I knew what she was talking about. I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid. I was just trying to buy myself some time to think of an answer.


                “No, James,” Selene sighed. “I meant, do you regret that night? Do you wish we hadn’t… you know? Had sex?”


                I was silent for a second. I decided to tell a half-truth. “I regret the consequences. I wish that we hadn’t lost our friendship. I wish you didn’t have to face the prospect of giving birth as a teenager. I don’t regret that you’re pregnant. I don’t regret that we created a new life. I mean, I regret the inconvenience of the timing and all that, but it’s not like I wish that the baby would be gone. I mean –“


                “James, you don’t have to worry about offending me,” she interrupted. “I know you don’t want me to get rid of the baby, so you don’t have to dance around the subject.”

                “Good,” I said in relief. “Selene, I know I’ve said it before, but I am really sorry about… that. I didn’t mean it. But I hurt you and I wish I hadn’t.”


               “It’s okay,” she conceded. “It’s all in the past. I overreacted a little bit. Well, a lot. Blame it on the hormones.”


                “Yeah, Lily told me you’ve been kind of scary. Well, scarier than usual. You’ve always been frightening,” I teased. 

                She laughed. “Thank you, I think.” Then she grew serious. “But you didn’t answer my question. Not exactly. You regret the result of us having sex, but do you regret the actual act? Tell me, James.”


                Crap. I should’ve known Selene wouldn’t settle for anything other than a straight up answer. “I – I, er…” How do I say no without seeming like a perverted creep?

                “I guess that answers that,” she said, looking down. Her beautiful silver eyes looked sad, morose. I put my hand on her chin, tilting it up so I could look at her better.


                “Selene, you’re my best friend. I know that things aren’t the best right now, but you have to know how much you mean to me. You’re one of the most important people in my life. Maybe even the most important. I miss you.”


                “I have to go,” she said, not quite meeting my eyes. “I’ll see you around, James.”


                “Bye, Lee,” I said quietly as she walked out of the room. There was a lingering smell of coconuts in the room. It nearly drove me mad. Why did she insist on smelling so delicious?


                I stayed in that room for a while, lost in thought. I wasn’t quite sure what to think of what had just happened. I think I might have made some progress… I think. But why did she want to know if I regretted it? And why was she upset at the end? It seems like every time I talk to Selene these days I end up with more questions than I had answered. Girls.


                By the time I left the abandoned classroom, it was well past curfew. Oops. Unfortunately, I had neither the Invisibility Cloak nor the Marauder’s Map with me, so I had to be extra careful when sneaking back to the common room. Aside from a near run-in with Peeves, I made it back to Gryffindor Tower without a hitch. The real drama was actually waiting for me behind the Fat Lady’s portrait.


                I walked into the common room and paused when I saw Selene sitting in front of the fireplace. The glow of the fire and the flickering shadows made her look more beautiful than ever. I felt a sad smile curve my lips. Despite everything that had happened, I was still in love with Selene. I wished that I could approach her, sit next to her. With sudden impulsiveness, I decided that there was no reason why I shouldn’t. But before I could do anything, a shadow passed over Selene.

                “Well, well, well, look at what we have here.”


                Maddy Goldsworthy was standing in front of the fire, staring down at Selene with an unpleasant smirk on her unfortunately pretty face. Selene looked up at her, her expression carefully blank, although there was a dangerous glint in her eye. If I were Maddy, I’d be running in the other direction.


                “Did you want something, Madeleine?” Selene asked sweetly. “I know it must be important if you’re taking time out of your busy schedule of being a whore just to talk to little old me.”


                I resisted the urge to cheer. Selene was seriously my hero. She was the only girl I knew that had the guts to talk back to the Queen Bitch herself. Not to mention, the way she called Maddy by her full name. Generally, people only do that when they want to be slapped. I know from experience.

                Maddy, however, did not seem bothered. If anything, her smirk grew even wider. “It’s pretty funny that you are calling me a whore. And you won’t be little for too much longer.”


                 Uh oh. This can’t be good. Selene raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”


                “You know, you really should be more careful about what you discuss in the dorm. You and the little Potter slag should probably learn to talk more quietly if you don’t want the entire school to know about your… little problem,” Maddy said, nearly glowing with triumph.


                “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Selene said, looking away. But I saw the look of panic on her face. Maddy knew.


                “I think you do,” Maddy said confidently. “Tell me, who knocked you up? Or do you even know?”


                Selene stood up. “You really shouldn’t talk about things you have no idea about, Madeleine. And if you call Lily a slag ever again, I will rearrange your face. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed now.”


                I watched her walk away, worry gnawing at my stomach. Selene’s fists were clenched and her back was rigid. After she disappeared, I strode over to where Maddy was still standing.


                “Goldsworthy. Stay the fuck away from Selene. And watch what you say about my sister, got it?” I told her. I’d never been a particularly threatening person, but I like to think I sounded pretty menacing.


                “Or what, Potter? Are you going to run off and tell famous daddy?” she scoffed. Apparently I wasn’t menacing enough.


                I shrugged, feigning a casualness I didn’t feel. “Nah. More like, I’d tell Lily herself.”


                “Is that supposed to scare me? You’re threatening me with your 14 year old sister?”


                “You tell me,” I said simply. “Lily is quite a bit like my mother. You know, the woman who practically made the Bat Bogey Hex an art form. She taught my sister how to perfect it a few years ago. In fact, I think she even knows how to make it permanent. And you know, it’d be a shame if something were to happen to that pretty face of yours. It is, after all, the only reason why people even like you, considering there is absolutely nothing appealing about your personality.”


                I left before she had a chance to respond. If you ask me, Maddy Goldsworthy just got pwned. Potter style.




                “No! Nick, you cannot get a pet platypus and keep it in our dorm!”


                Well. I have to say, that’s not a phrase I thought I’d ever hear. And I most certainly did not expect it wake me up this morning. Louis sounded rather ruffled.


                “But look at it, Lou! It’s a duck and a beaver… combined! It’s so cool! And just wait until it makes… whatever that sound it makes is called. It’s so frickin’ sweet, I can’t even describe it to you!” Nick said eagerly.


                Wait a second. That almost sounded like he already has a platypus. Which is ridiculous. I mean, where would Nick even have gotten a platypus? And don’t they live in water? I don’t really know. My mum made me go to a Muggle primary school until I was old enough to go to Hogwarts, but we didn’t really talk about the natural habitats of platypuses. Platypuses? Platypi? What the hell is the plural of platypus? We didn’t cover that either. Actually we didn’t talk about platypuses at all. Platypi? But I do know that they aren’t indigenous to Scotland. Or Europe.


                I got up, slightly fearful as to what I was about to see. Drawing aside the bed hangings, an odd scene met my eyes. The dormitory was empty except for Nick, Louis, and myself. However, there was a new edition. On the table beside Nick’s bed, there now sat a very large tank. It was huge. There was a section of raised dirt, a branch resting on it. The rest was water. And sitting on the branch, blinking dolefully, was a platypus. Bloody hell.


                “Why the fuck is there a platypus in here?” I asked, unable to think of anything else. Nick and Louis both looked over at me. Nick looked excited, Louis resigned and weary.

                “I got a platypus!” Nick exclaimed.


                I stared at him for a second. “I’m going back to bed. Wake me up when there is no longer a monotreme in our dorm.”


                “What’s a monotreme?” he whispered to Louis, who shrugged. Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots. Of course, I’m one too, so I guess we’re all in the same metaphorical boat together. 


                “A monotreme is a mammal that lays eggs. The only remaining monotremes are the platypus and four different species of echidnas,” I explained with a roll of my eyes. How can they not know that? Wait, no. How the hell do I know that?


                “My platypus is going to lay an egg?” Nick asked excitedly. “That’s so awesome! Me and Mr. Sprinkles are going to have a family!”


                What. The. Fuck. Mr. Sprinkles? Who in their right mind would name any pet that, let alone a platypus? Louis and I exchanged identical baffled looks. “Mate,” I said. “What did you just call that?”


                Nick looked at me, puzzled. “Who, Mr. Sprinkles? Isn’t that a great name! It suits him so well. I wonder when he’s going to lay an egg…”


                “If it’s a boy platypus, it isn’t going to lay an egg,” I said slowly. I hate being the logical one.


                “Oh.” Nick looked disappointed. But then he immediately perked back up again. “That’s okay, he’s still the coolest pet in the world. Aren’t you, Mr. Sprinkles?”


                Alright, I’ve always known that Nick isn’t exactly normal. He’s a few eggs short of a dozen, if you know what I mean. Which I hope you do, because I actually don’t know what that phrase means. I’ve just always wanted to use it. Anyways, Nick’s a bit odd, but he’s a good bloke. But I think this may be where I have to draw the line. The other guys in the dorm will not be cool with a platypus living with us. Especially as Henry Gabbler is the Head Boy. I think he’s the reincarnation of my Uncle Percy.


                “Nick, there is no way in hell you can keep a platypus as a pet,” I stated.


                “But I love him!”


                “You – I – aw, hell. Fine, just… don’t expect me to help you take care of him,” I said. What? He gave me puppy dog eyes. There’s no way I could say no to that.


                Louis just shook his head. “I hope you know what to do, man.”


                “Where did you even get a platypus?” I burst out.


                Nick smiled enthusiastically. “Well, you see –“

                “Wait, no, I don’t even want to know,” I said, cutting him off. Merlin, my life is so weird.


               Maddy Goldsworthy may be the most attractive girl, according to most, in the year, but there is no doubt that her best friend, Mickey Daniels, is the more liked of the two. She may not have Maddy’s perfect features and gorgeous body, but she was far nicer. And, you know, had a personality. I know that Selene has always hated her more than anyone else, but I really don’t see why. Mickey is funny, outgoing, and friendly. Selene has never explained her dislike for the girl and I’ve never seen any reason for it. Therefore, when I was partnered with Mickey for a Potions project, I had no qualms.


                “Hey James,” she said with a smile as I took a seat next to her. Slughorn continued to call out partners and I could feel Selene, who was with a Hufflepuff, staring at me.


                I smiled back politely. “Mickey. How’s life?” 

                “Standard,” she said with a shrug. “Any guesses as to what this project is going to be?”


                “Eh, it could be anything. But knowing Slughorn, it’s a chance for him to allow his favorites to show off.”


                She stared. “James, everyone knows that Slughorn favors you more than any other student in our year.”


                “Only because of my parents,” I said, trying not to sound a bitter. Don’t get me wrong, Mum and Dad are great. I wouldn’t trade my parents for anything. But it is a bit daunting to have Harry and Ginny Potter as your parents. It’s worse for Al, though. He’s the spitting image of Dad. Just slap a scar on his forehead and he’d be identical to Dad when he was that age. People always expect great things from us and Slughorn is one of the worst. Thankfully, I have a bit of a natural ability for Potions. I may not be as good as Grandma Lily was supposed to be, but I nowhere near as terrible as Dad. Or Uncle Ron, for that matter.


                Mickey looked at me in sympathy. “It must be tough sometimes. I mean, you’re basically idolized for being born. You must feel so pressured to try and be as great as your parents and the rest of your family.”


                “Yeah, well, you get used to it, I guess,” I said, not wanting to talk about it. Selene and my siblings are pretty much the only people I’ve really discussed it with. It’s really not something I feel like advertising to the public.

                “Right, of course,” she said hastily. We both turned to listen to Slughorn.


                “Alright class,” Slughorn said, his mustache quivering. “For this project, I’d like you and your partner to research a difficult potion. It must be complex and difficult to brew. You will search for any information pertaining to whichever potion you choose and present it to me. After the holidays, you will then attempt to brew the potion. All potions must be approved by me beforehand. Any questions?”


                When there were none, he clapped his hands together and grinned jovially. “Excellent. Until this project ends, you will be working with your partner every day in class. Swiftly moving on then, I’d like you all to turn to page 214 in your books…”


                I kind of tuned Slughorn out after that, flicking through my Potions book idly. To be frank, I was not at all excited about this project. I have nothing against Mickey, but I doubt spending hours in her company will help Selene warm up to me again. I tried to ignore the stares both girls were giving me. It was disconcerting.


                Mickey, however, was quite a bit harder to disregard, considering she was sitting right next to me. “Er, James? Are you going to get started on your potion or…?”


                “Huh, what?” I looked up. The rest of the class was moving towards the storage cupboard to get their ingredients. Only Mickey and I remained at our tables, though she was standing up and looking at me in confusion. I could still feel Selene looking at me.


                “Right,” I said, getting up hastily. “Zoned out for a moment, sorry.”


                She rolled her eyes. “I don’t understand how you do so well in this class. Do you ever pay attention?”


                I frowned slightly. Mickey’s voice had taken on an almost playful tone. Was she flirting with me? It was… kind of weird. It’s not a new experience. I’ve dated before. Girls flirt with me all the time – I am rather charming – but I never paid too much attention. You could say that I was a bit hung up on Selene. Besides, quite a few of those girls were more interested in my fame, rather than my gorgeous face and stimulating personality.


                A hand waved in front of my face. “You’re doing it again,” Mickey said, a slight smile on her face. She tossed her curly brown hair over her shoulder, eyebrows raised as she appraised me.


                “Oh. Yeah, sorry. I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately.” I forced myself not to glance over at Selene. It was a lot harder than I’d like to admit.


                “Well now you need to have Potions on your mind,” she teased. I felt myself smiling back at her.


                “After you, milady,” I said, gesturing for her to lead the way rather theatrically. I don’t care what Selene says – Mickey Daniels is alright.






                I’m hurt. It’s already December and you’ve only written two letters. I’m sure you and Selene are busy making the most of your last year at Hogwarts, but that’s no reason not to write to your mum. Especially when your mum is as awesome as me. Perhaps I should just return some of those Christmas gifts…


                Seriously, though, boy. Write to me or else I’ll go into protective mother mode and come up to the castle to make sure you’re not dead. And then when I find you alive, I’ll embarrass you so much that no girl will ever love you and you’ll spend the rest of your life at home taking care of me when I get old. You have been warned.

               But really though, how is everything? Are you keeping up in your classes? How are your friends? Lily tells me you’ve been spending a lot of time together. Just don’t forget about Al, though. Just because he’s in Slytherin doesn’t mean you can’t hang around with him. Sit with him at dinner one night or something.

                Anyways, say hello to everyone for me. And give my love to Hagrid and Neville (that’s Professor Longbottom to you). And yes, I know you think it’s weird to pass along love to your teacher, but I don’t care. I love you and everything but it’s a much easier job when you listen to me. Only joking. It’s a difficult job all the time. 

                Love you dear. 



                I felt an unwilling grin spread across my face as I read my mum’s letter the next morning at breakfast. It was true that I had been a bit negligent in keeping up with all the letters my family’s been sending me. But when you have a family as big as mine, it’s quite easy to do. Mum’s a special case, though. I write her more letters than anyone else.


                I am not a Mama’s Boy. Shut up.


                I dug through my bag, pulling out some parchment, ink, and a quill. I know my Mum. If she doesn’t get a letter from me within the next 24 hours, she will make good on that threat. Best to avoid that at all costs.

                Ignoring the taunts from Nick, I began to compose a response.


                Mother dearest,


                Deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. I am not dead. I am not lying in the Hospital Wing with life threatening injuries. I am not lost in the Forbidden Forest. Just relax. You’re going to give yourself gray hairs.

                My deepest apologies for the lack of letters. You see, I have this thing called a life. It gets busy sometimes. It’s been known to happen. Apparently, all of my professors think I’m here to learn and keep assigning me work. The nerve of some people.


                And don’t think I’m not on to you. You’d like me to believe that you have nothing better to do than sit at home all day, worrying about me and waiting for letters. I happen to know for a fact that you have two other children to nag. Why not try that for a change? Besides, there is also this little thing called being the coach for an internationally renowned Quidditch team. You know, that one you were once the star Chaser of until the greatest thing to happen to you stopped you from playing. (Hint: I’m talking about me.)


                Of course I’ve been spending time with Lil. She’s fourteen. I know what boys her age are like. Believe me, that girl is not leaving my sight. I refuse to let my baby sister be corrupted. Don’t worry, I see Al around sometimes. He, Lily and I are going to the next Hogsmeade trip together. Family bonding and all that whatnot. Try not to cry at how touching it is. I know how emotional you aging women can get.


                How are classes, you ask? I got an O on my last Transfiguration essay. I’m a genius. Be proud. I’m also not failing Herbology. So there you go. Hagrid is thinking of taking the Care of Magical Creatures class on a trip into the Forbidden Forest to observe Acromantulas. Please tell Dad to write to him and talk him out of it. I don’t want to die.


                Nick has a pet platypus now. Yes, you read that right. A. Platypus. Needless to say, things don’t get boring here. The other day, he bought a fedora for it to wear. That boy needs help.


                I will not give Neville love. No. I refuse. You may have scared me into it when I was younger, but no more. I am a man. Men do not give love. I will send him your greetings. But no love. Get Lily to do that. She’s small and adorable, so it will mean more from her. I will, however, give Hagrid love if you can convince him not to lead me on a suicide mission.


                Love you too, Mum.




                P.S. Men are allowed to give love to their mothers. It doesn’t make them any less manly. They just can’t do it publicly. Keep that in mind.


                I scanned my letter briefly before nodding to myself. It’ll do. I gave the letter to my owl, Agrippa, who then took off. I watched her fly away before looking back down and catching Nick’s eye. He was smirking at me. Tosser.


                “Finish writing to mummy?” he asked mockingly.


                I threw a piece of toast at him. “Shut up. You’re hardly one to talk. Your mum wrote to you every day during first year and still writes to you once a week.”


                He grumbled under his breath, but didn’t say anything. That’s what I thought.


                No one messes with James Sirius Potter.




I’m not super happy with this chapter. It’s a bit of a filler. But I am kind of starting to work in a few subplots into the story, so that’s good. I want this story to be about more than James and Selene having a baby. But that will be the main focus.


And yes, Nick’s platypus will come into play later. Because platypuses (which is the plural of platypus) are awesome. And the fedora part was a reference to the t.v. show “Phineas and Ferb.” I love that show, it satisfies my inner child.


By the way, the name Mr. Sprinkles has a bit of a story to it. Several months ago, my physics class randomly started talking about penguins. Don’t ask me how the topic came up, I honestly have no idea. But pretty soon we were discussing if it was legal or not to own a penguin. (It is legal, fyi, but you need to have a permit. How awesome is that? I want a Penguin Permit.) Anyways, my teacher then said, “But there would be so many issues with owning a penguin. I mean, first of all, what would you even name a penguin? I personally would call it Mr. Sprinkles.” Needless to say, it was a bit of a highlight of my day. After all, the biggest issue with owning a penguin would, of course, be naming it.


Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, you know the drill. I don’t own Harry Potter.

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