AN: I don't own any of it… any at all. So don't sue me. I have no money… just a computer and a pair of pants. And my Spork.  This is the first 'flashback' James has, about meeting Sirius for the first time… More chapters soon. You must remember, I am one lazy wench. To the story!!!

            "Oh Jimmy!!!! I'm SO proud of you!!! You're going shopping for your Hogwarts supplies!! Think of it Jimmy!!! Your very first year at Hogwarts!!!!!"

            "Mum! Gerroff meh…" I shoved her off, and my words came out sounding sort of muffled, as she was squeezing the living life out of me! (an: yes, Living Life… James is an odd one…) I don't know what Mum was making such a fuss over. She was more excited than I was! It was just Hogwarts for goodness sake! "Mum, we're in the middle of Diagon Alley… don't hug me." I gave her a look that clearly stated 'not cool'.

            "Oh, sorry Jimmy…" her eyes filled with tears, "My little Jamesie-poo, all grown up …" Oh great, not only was I going to have to listen to her endless chatter, she was going to start with the waterworks too…

            "Er, I'm going to go get my robes. Could you stop in Flourish and Blotts and get my books?" I said quickly, changing the subject. I hated seeing girls cry. Including my mum. Even though it was odd counting my mum as a girl… I'm sure she was one at one time, however…

            I stepped backwards into Madam Malkin's, inching away from this woman who I was cursed to have as a mother. Not that she wasn't a good mum. No. That wasn't it. She was great… She just had a tendency to… make a scene. And a 'scene' definitely wasn't cool to an eleven-year-old boy like myself. Especially when your mum decided to hug you… yech… I made a decision long ago that girls are Icky. I'm still decision made-ed.  (An: Ah, the psychotic mind of James… what Can I say?)

            "Mothers, eh? You can't live with 'em, you don't have anybody to wash your socks if you live without them…" I turned around to face a dark headed boy who was sighing mellow dramatically.  "Sirius Black, wizard extraordinaire!"

            "James. James Potter."

            A chunky lady running at us and shouting cut our introduction short.

            "Bugger…." Sirius muttered, "It was just a dungbomb… can't take a joke? C'mon, she's going to kill us!"

            "Us?" I replied indignantly. For once, this wasn't my fault…

            "C'mon!!!" Before I knew it, we were running from the woman, Sirius shouting curse words over his shoulder, the woman waving her broom menacingly.

            "But I didn't do anything mum!" I was still griping fifteen minutes later.

            "Don't you play innocent with me, James Potter. I suppose it was this nice woman who was just trying to get her shopping done, eh?" I looked over at Sirius. His mum was twisting him by the ear and dragging him down the road. He grinned and waved, rolling his eyes at his mother, and I knew I'd found a friend.