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James swung from his broom with easy grace, and ruffled his black hair.

"James!" a familiar voice greeted his ear. In fact, he despised hearing it.

"What is it this time, Al?" he asked in exasperation.

"I- well, I was wondering if I could borrow your new broom…" Al stammered, hopeful that his big brother would let him.

James's first instinct was to scream no, and tell his brother to get lost and just to tell their Dad to buy him one. He wouldn't even have to ask twice whilst him, had to save for it. "You should learn to work for what you want blah blah…" He had to skip Hogsmeade trips, staying in the library forcing himself to read books about Goblin Revolutions. By that time, he was topping History of Magic. But that wasn't exactly bliss. Every single knut was kept in a box that transfigured to a skrewt if it was endangered or in case temptation gets the better of him. Well, Uncle George kind of tipped in some money...but that wasn't even half. But now here was his brother, the ultimate treasure of his father, asking him to ride his brand new broom.

"Can't you ride yours?" he sighed, grasping his broom tighter.

"Well…I really wanted to try it…" Al replied, his green eyes glinted with hope.

He found those eyes annoying. That's why his father loved Al so much. It was his eyes. Their Grandmum's eyes. He'd seen them, and they were indeed captivating.

"Alright…" he sighed again, defeated. "Make sure you return it, safe."

"Thanks a bunch, James!" his 16 year old brother chimed happily, grabbing his brother's broom.

James sighed in exasperation, and grumbled angrily to himself. Al was indeed Harry's favourite, there wasn't a single doubt about that but James Sirius Potter had a gift and no one knew about it. And no one ever will.

James Sirius Potter could- "Oi, James!" Scott Wood yelled to him, waving his arms wildly in mid-air. James laughed, as he trudged towards his best mate.

"I heard that you made quite a scene with Flynn during Arithmancy…" Scott greeted him with a hearty slap on the back.

"Well, she blew my head up…" said James grumpily.

"Ah, I get it- big-headed!"

"Oh sure, funny, really."

"Sorry. It's amusing to watch you get rejected again and again and again…"

"I wasn't rejected, I didn't even ask her out!" James replied.

"Oh sure. Oi Flynn, you really need to improve on your Transfiguration skills. Say I tutor you?" Scott imitated James in a slightly higher voice. "Women respond to flattery, not insults, mate.

"McGonagall did say I should help struggling stu-"

"Mr. Potter! You're 15 minutes late for detention! Professor Vector could not make it." Minerva McGonagall called his attention with an air of authority. "He's ill with an upset stomach…"

With that, McGonagall eyed James suspiciously.

"You may go Mr. Wood, if you have no intentions of joining Mr. Potter in detention."

"Right away, Professor…" Scott replied, leaving quickly without further ado.

"Sorry, 'bout that Professor…" James apologized, scratching his head.

"Detention is not to be taken lightly, Mr. Potter. You remind me so much of a young man I taught years ago, a charmer indeed, but an absolute trouble maker. You may have heard of him. "

James suppressed a grin since he knew who McGonagall was referring to since she said something about "reminding her". It was the very man whom he was named after.

"Especially, when Professor Vector told me about the turmoil you and redhair-ed Ms. Flynn caused earlier this morning…"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Professor…" he stammered, blushing.

But of course he knew. He was referring to his Grandmum and his Granddad's messy black hair-red hair combination. Lived for another generation, and even Uncle Ron said that Potter men fancied redheads. But he didn't really like Flynn…or did he? His grandparents were bound to pester him non-stop about this if they find out. Especially, James.

And that was James Sirius Potter's extremely rare gift. He could talk to his grandparents in his dreams. A gift that he dare tell no one, especially his father.

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