Chapter One
Chapter One--The worst Birthday
Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry's room.

"Wait a minute." Said Lily. "Vernon Dusley is the man my sister Petunia married."
"Why is Harry at his place? It sounds like he lives there." Said James.

"Third time this week!" He roared across the table. "If you can't control that owl, it'll have to go!"

"Aw, now that's a bit harsh isn't it? It's an owl, it doesn't just sit around quietly." Said Peter.

Harry tried, yet again, to explain.
"She's bored," he said. "She's use to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night---"
"Do I look stupid?"

"Yes." Said Sirius.

Snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache.

"Ewww." said Remus holding his stomach.

"I know what'll happen if that owl's let out."
He exchanged dark looks with his wife, Petunia.

"Aha, so these are the Dusley's I've been thinking of. Just like Vernon to be a stupid git. Always wants things his way." Said Lily.

Harry tried to argue back but his words were drowned by a long, loud belch from the Dusley's son, Dudly.

"Oh, man someone needs to teach this kid some manners!" Shouted Lily. Everyone chuckled as she screamed at the book.
"I want more bacon."

"Then get some you stupid pig." said Peter.

"There's more in the frying pan, sweetums," Said Aunt Petunia, turning misty eyes on her massive son. "We must build you up while we've got the chance...I don't like the sound of the school food...."

"Build him up? He sounds like a rhinocerous already!" Said James. Rumus rolled his eyes from the couch.

"Nonsence, Petunia, I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings," said Uncle Vernon heartily. "Dudley gets enough, don't you son?"

"I'll say." replied evreryone.

Dudley, who was so large his bottom drooped over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and turned to Harry.

"That's just wrong. I have a really bad picture in my head right now of that kid." Said Sirius hitting his head trying to get rid of the mental image.
Peter just shook his head and clucked. "At least my mom knows that I'm fat and doesn't try to get me fatter." He said with a frown.

"Pass the frying pan."
"You've forgotten the magic word," said Harry irritably.

"Duh, it's please!" Sirius said.

"Oh he shouldn't have said magic!" Lily said sounding worried.
"Why not?" asked James with his eyebrows raised.
"You'll see. Petunia hates magic, and I'm sure Vernon does too."

The effect of this simple sentence on the rest of the family was incredible: Dudley gasped and fell of his chair with a crash that shook the whole kitchen; Mrs. Dusley gave a small scream and clapped her hands to her mouth; Mr. Deusley jumpled to his feet, veins throbbing in his temples.
"I meant 'please'!" said Harry quickly. "I didn't mean--"
"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU," thundered his uncle, spraying spit over the table,

"Gosh, he really hates magic." Said Remus.
"Obviously." Peter said with a smirk.
"Harry should move the food..." Sirius said looking worried. Everyone stared at him for a moment and he said quickly, "His uncle is spraying the table, that's where you keep food isn't it?" Everyone shook their heads. No one ever understood how much Sirius loved his food.

"ABOUT SAYING THE 'M' WORD IN OUR HOUSE?"
"But I---"
"HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY!" roared Uncle Vernon, pounding the table with his fist.

"Take a chill pill man." James said.

"I just---"
"I WARNED YOU! I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF!"

"Abnormality? What for being a wizard?" Said Peter.
"Obviously." Said Remus returning the smirk Peter had given him earlier.

Harry stared from his purple-faced uncle to his pale aunt, who was trying to heave Dudley to his feet.
"All right," said Harry, "all right..."
Uncle Vernon sat back down, breathing like a winded rhinoceros and watching Harry closely out of the corners of his small, sharp eyes.

"This whole family sounds like they can take off a few pounds." James said rubbing his stomach. "I'm hungry though, pass the chips will ya ol' Padfoot?"
Sirius dived for the chips hugging them to his chest with a death grip. "NEVER!" He shouted.
James growled and told Lily to read on, he could get food after this chapter.

Ever since Harry had come home for the summer holidays, Uncle Vernon had been treating his like a bomb that might go off at any moment,

"Harry's not a bomb you stupid git! Treat him with respect! He's more of a man than you'll ever be!" Shouted Lily at the book. She was red faced and took sharp breaths. James looked at her bewildered.
"What?" She asked confusidly. "Ok I get a little over "Oprotective..."
"A little." Said Remus.

becuase Harry Potter wasn't a normal boy. As a matter of fact, he was as not normal as it is possible to be.

"I wonder what's wrong with him." Said Peter scratching his head.
Harry Potter was a wizard---

"But that's normal." Said Sirius.
"Not for muggles." Remus replied
a wizard fresh from his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Aw, so my boy does go to Hogwarts! And it looks like he's twelve. Almost a teen. I should give him some advice about the 'woman species'" James said quickly scrunching into a ball so Lily didn't hurt him. She didn't look it but she could punch really hard.

And if the Dursleys were unhappy to have him back for the holidays, it was nothing to how Harry felt.

"Come to Uncle Sirius for your problems kid." Sirius said patting his chest like a gorilla.

He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomachache.

"I know how he feels. I just want to go back there to the library sometimes..." Said Remus.
"Remus, your weird." James said moving his finger in a circle around his temple.
"No he's normal. I get that way too." Lily said.

He missed the castle, with its secret passageways

"Ah, we have another marauder! James this is no doubt your son!" Peter said with pride.
James blushed.

and ghosts, his classes (though perhaps not Snape, the potions master)

"SNAPE'S A PROFESSOR!?" the marauders shouted dumbfounded.
"Run for your lives! I can't believe it.... oh I'm never gonna let him live this down." Said James.

the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower domitory, vistiting the gamekeeper Hagrid,

"Aw, well that's good Hagrid's still there." Said Peter grabbing a handful of chips before Sirius could see him.

in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and, especially,

"His girlfriend." Sirius said with a smile.
"No, it's his favorite chair in the common room." Said Peter whose favorite chair was in the corner of the room by the fire.
"If you let Lily read, I can assure you it's the library." Said Remus.
"No if you let her read, it's going to be quidditch... no son of mine doesn't play quidditch!"

Quidditch,

"Ha, told ya!"

the most popular sport in the wizarding world (six tall goal posts, four flying balls, and fourteen players on broomsticks).
All Harry's spellbooks, his wand, robes, cauldron, and top-of-the-line Nimbus Two Thousand broomstick had been locked in a cupboard under the stairs by Uncle Vernon the instant Harry had come home.

"Nimbus Two Thousand?!" The marauders all said at once, starry eyed.
"Oh please." Lily said sounding annoyed.
"This Vernon person needs to be taught a lesson. No one locks up my best friend's son's broom and gets away with it!" Said Remus standing up.
"Moony, there's nothing you can do." James replied sadly.
Moony sat back down, but only reluctantly.

What did the Dursleys care if Harry lost his place on the House Quidditch team becuase he hadn't practiced all summer?

"OoO I wonder what position he plays!" Sirius said bouncing up and down.

What was it to the Dusleys if Harry went back to school without any of his homework done?

"I've had nightmares about that." Lily said. Everyone stared at her execpt Remus who just nodded his head.
"What? It would be scary seeing all the teachers so mad at me!"

The Dursleys were what wizards called Muggles (not a drop of magical blood in their veins), and as far as they were concerned, having a wizard in the family was a matter of deepest shame.

"No, it's an honor!" Said Peter going red.

Uncle Vernon had even padlocked Harry's owl, Hedwig, inside her cage, to stop her from carying messages to anyone in the wizarding world.

"Now that's just wrong. No animal deserves to be locked up like that." Remus said looking very angry.

Harry looked nothing like the rest of the family.

"That's a relieve. And besides they aren't his real family." Lily said.

Uncle Vernon was large and neckless, with an enormous black mustache; Aunt Petunia was horse-faced and bony; Dudley was blond, pink, and porky. Harry, on the other hand, was small and skinny, with brilliant green eyes and jet-black hair that was always untidy.

"Now I know for sure, that he is offspring of you two!" Sirius said pointing at them. "Black hair, untidy... ha just like James. And the green eyes... Lily has green eyes."

He wore round glasses, and on his forehead was a thin, lightning-shaped scar.

"I wonder how he got that?" Remus said from the couch running his fingers through his hair.
"A scar like that only happens when a bad curse touches someone." Lily said shivering in James' arms. He held her even tighter.

It was the scar that made Harry so particularly unusual, even for a wizard. This scar was the only hint of Harry's very mysterious past, of the reason he had been left on the Dursleys' doorstep eleven years before.

"Why doesn't he live with us?" James asked looking very worried indeed.
"Or one of us?" Peter said.

At the age of one year old, Harry had somehow survived a curse from the greatest Dark sorcerer of all time, Lord Voldemort,

"Lily! Don't say that name!" Sirius said jummping up from his chair looking rather pale.
"Fear of a name only increses fear of the thing itself!" She said matter-of-factly.
"But still, darling. It's rather scary even without the name." Said James speaking of 'it' like it was a very poisonus snake about to bite his head off, which 'it' kind of was.

whose name most witches and wizards still feared to speak.

"With good reason." Said Peter rubbing his arm absentmindedly.

Harry's parents

"Ah, so now we hear what happend to you two." Said Remus now giving his undevided attention to the book.

had died in Voldemort's attack,

"WHAT?! I'm dead?" Lily asked. She trembled more than ever into James' arms. He too was shocked for being dead. After a while in which no one spoke Lily began to read again saying something like she wanted to know how and when and why she died.

but Harry had escaped with his lightning scar, and somehow---nobody understood why---Voldemort's powers had been destroyed the instant he had failed to kill Harry.

"That is really weird!" Everyone said. "But at least on the upside your son is now probably famous... you know for you-know-who's downfall." Said Sirius. It seemed he was trying to convice himself that, that was a good thing.

So Harry had been brought up by his dead mother's sister and her husband.

"I still don't understand why he didn't go to one of us. Or one of your parents." Remus said running a finger on his chin, he appeared to be deep in thought.

He had spent ten years with the Dursleyes, never understanding why he kept making odd things happen without meaning to,

"That's the way I felt bofore I got my letter," Lily said, "Man was I releeved when I foud out I was a witch. I thought I was just strange beyond reason."
"But Lils, you are strange beyond reason." Sirius replied looking confused.
Lily threw one of the couch pillows at Sirius and it hit him right square in the forehead.

believing the Dursleys' story that he had got his scar in the car crash that had killed his parents.

"These people are bloody liars! No one should lie to the poor kid. His parents were murdered." Remus was now shouting at the book.
"Um...Remus they can't hear you..."
"I know that, James. Thanks for pointing it out!"

And then, exactally a year ago, Hogwarts had written to Harry, and the whole story had come out. Harry had taken up his place at wizard school, where he and his scar were famous.

"I want to be famous for a scar that I have....I can just see it now....people would say 'Hey Sirius! Tell me about your scar!' and I would reply, "It happened when my brother pushed me off the bunkbed when I was little....now I'm famous for it' ah, that'll be the day!"
Everyone just stared at him for a moment before Peter said, "Whatever Padfoot."

but now the school year was over, and he was back with the Dursleys for the summer, back to being treated like a dog that had rolled in something smelly.

"No one, especially Harry, deserves to be treated like a dog! I know how it feels!" Sirius shouted.
"When is it going to get through to you guys that the people in the book cannot hear you!?" James was now getting a little angry.

The Dursleys hadn't even remembered that today happened to be Harry's twelfth birthday.

"I want to give him a present! I love presents!" Sirius said while jummping up and down.

Of coarse, his hopes hadn't been high; they'd never given him a real present, let alone a cake---but to ignore it completely...

"Oh, when I get home I'm gonna curse my sister for all she's worth! No one treats my son like that! First I'll tie her up and make her listen to all the bad things that she's done to me over the years....pushing...shoving....pulling my hair....breaking my toys....stealing my food....aaahhh I can't wait anyone want to join me?" Lily said with a dreamy look in her eyes. Everyone raised their hands in agreement.
"But do you really think this book is real? Is it telling the future?" James asked.
"I think it is...it's telling exactally what my sister and her no good for nothing husband of hers are like."

At that moment, Uncle Vernon cleared his throat importantly and said, "Now, as we all know, today is a very important day."

"Ya, it's Harry's birthday!" Peter said joining Sirius in jummping up and down giggiling. Lily just rolled her eyes.

Harry looked up, hardly daring to believe it.
"This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career," said Uncle Vernon.
Harry went back to his toast. Of course, he thought bitterly, Uncle Vernon was talking about the stupid dinner party. He'd been talking of nothing else for two weeks. Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a huge order from him (Uncle Vernon's company mad drills).

"Man, that's a really boring job. Who'd want to make drills?"

"I think we should run through the schedule one more time," said Uncle Vernon "We should all be in position at eight o'clock. Petunia you will be---?

"It sounds like he's ordering an army...'we should all be in position at eight o'clock.' What are they going to do? Attack Germany?" Peter asked rubbing his head in thought.

"In the lounge," Said Aunt Petunia promptly, "waiting to welcome them graciously to our home."
"Good, good. And Dudley?"
"I'll be waiting to open the door." Dudley put on a foul, simpering smile. "May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"

"Oh dear God! These people are nutters! This Dudley person needs phycilogical help!"

"They'll love him!" cried Aunt Petunia rapturously.
"Exellent, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon. Then he rounded on Harry. "And you?"
"I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I'm not there," said Harry tonelessly.

"Why can't he join the party?" Reamus asked no one in particular.
"Becuase of these stupid people I call my realitives!" Lily shouted back.
"Calm down you guys! It's just a book. Probably just a joke someone's playing on us."
"I bet it's Snape! OoO he's gonna get it good when we get back!" Peter said jumping up and down again.

"Exactly," said Uncle Vernon nastily. "I will lead them into the ounge, introduce you, Petunia, and pour them drinks. At eight fifteen---"

"Like this is going to go exactally like they have planned! You can't plan a party down to the last minute." Sirius said, "Trust me I've tried."
"Oh, I remember that. That was the one when we tried to do everything done before your parents came home. Oh that was great!" James said remembering the fun time he had had in his fourth year.

"I'll announce dinner," said Aunt Petunia.
"And, Dudley, you'll say---"
"May I take you through to the dining room, Mrs. Mason?" said Dudley, offering his fat arm to an invisible woman.

"I've said it one and I'll say it again: this boy needs phcilogical help!"

"My perfect little gentleman!" sniffed Aunt Petunia.
"And you?" said Uncle Vernon viciously to Harry.
"I'll be in my room, making no nose and pretending I'm not there," said Harry dully.

"This is just cruel!"

"Precisely. Now, we should aim to get in a few good comliments at dinner. Petunia, any ideas?"
"Vernon tell me you're a wonderful golfer, Mr. Mason...Do tell me where you bought your dress, Mrs. Mason..."
"Perfect...Dudley?"
"How about ---'We had to write an essay about our hero at school, Mr. Mason, and I wrote about you.'"

"Ok, that's way too much ass kissing." Said Sirius pretending to gag.
"Nice mouth. You kiss Nicole Paterson with that mouth?" Said Lily looking absulutly disgusted.
"Yep!" He said with a grin. Lily rolled her eyes and clucked.

This was too much for both Aunt Petunia and Harry. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and hugged her son, while Harry ducked under the table so they wouldn't see him laughing.

"Your son is funny James." Peter said with a smile.

"And you, boy?"

"He has a name!"

"Ya it's: Lily and James' kid." Sirius said and the other marauders all laughed leaving James and Lily to blush.

Harry fought to keep his face straight as he emerged.
"I'll be in my room, making no noise and pretending I'm not there," he said.
"Too right, you will," said Uncle Vernon forcefully. "The Masons don't know anything about you and it's going to stay that way. When dinner's over, you take Mrs. Mason back to the lounge for coffee, Petunia, and I'll bring the subject around to drills. With any luck, I'll have the deal signed and sealed fefore the news at ten. We'll be shopping for a vacation home in Majorca this time tomorrow."

"I bet they wouldn't take Harry though, the poor kid."

Harry couldn't feel too excited about this. He didn't think the Dursleys would like him any better in Majorca than they did on Privet Drive.
"Right---I'm off into town to pick up the dinner jakcets for Dudley and me. And you," he snarled at Harry. "You stay out of your aunt's way while she's cleaning."

"Like he would do anything against the rules under their roof anyway. Even you guys wouldn't dare do anything while they were around." said Lily.

Harry left through the back door. It was a brilliant, sunny day. He crossed the lawn, slumped down on the garden bench, and sang under his breath:
"Happy birthday to me...Happy birthday to me..."

"Oh, the poor guy. Man I get mad when one person forgets my birthday...but to have everyone forget your birthday is horrible."

No cards, no presents, and he would be spending the evening pretending not to exist. He gazed miserably into the hedge.

"Cheer up Harry. You're too young to be depressed."

He had never felt so lonley.

"Oh, it's gonna make me cry. My baby has nobody there for him." Lily turned and sobbed onto James' shoulder for a while before continuing.

More than anything else at Hogwarts, more even that playing Quidditch, Harry missed his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

"Aw, well that's good. He does have friends. Looks like he has a girlfriend too!" Sirius said with a smile
"Don't be stupid Sirius. He's only twelve and besides it said she was only his friend."

They, however, didn't seem to be missing him at all. Neither of them had written to him all summer, even though Ron had said he was going to ask Harry to come and stay.

"Maybe, they aren't such good friends. Just after his fame..."
"Don't think that! No body would sink that low."
"Snape would. That's why he hangs out with Malfoy." Said Peter.

Countless times, Harry had been on the point of unlocking Hedwig's cage by magic and sending her to Ron and Hermione with a letter, but it wasn't worth the risk. Underage wizards weren't allowed to use magic outside of school. Harry hadn't told the Dursleys this; he knew it was only their terror that he might turn them all into dung bettles that stopped them from locking him in the cupboard under the stairs with his wand and broomstick. For the first couple of weeks back, Harry had enjoyed muttering nonsense words under his breath and watching Dudley tearing out of the room as fast as his fat legs would carry him.

"Definatly a marauder."

But the long silence from Ron and Hermione had made Harry feel so cut off from the magical world that even taunting Dudley had lost it's appeal---and now Ron and Hermione had forgotten his birthday.

"My poor baby." Lily said before almost breaking down in tears.

What wouldn't he give now for a message from Hogwarts? From any witch or wizard? He'd almost be glad of a sight of his archenemy, Draco Malfoy,

"No way! Malfoy had a kid?! Who was stupid enought to do it with him?" Sirius said looking disgusted.
"She was probably forced into it." Remus said.

just to be sure it hadn't all been a dream....
Not that his whole year at Hogwarts had been fun. At the very end of last term, Harry had come face-to-face with none other than Lord Voldemort himself.

"Lily, stop saying that name!"
"Do you realize that my son has lived his attacks twice now? Wow...nobody can even do it once but now...twice..." James said looking happy but sad that his son was being attacked, at the same time.

Voldemort might be a ruin of his former self, but he was still terrifying, still cunning, still determined to regain power. Harry had slipped through Voldemort's clutches for a seond time, but it had been a narrow escape, and even now, weeks later, Harry kept waking in the night, drenched in cold sweat, wondering where Voldemort was now, remembering his livid face, his wide, mad eyes---

"Oh, this kid has been through alot! Not even a teenager!"

Harry suddenly sat bold upright on the garden bench. He had been staring absent-mindedly into the hedge--and the hedge was satring back.

"Probably just a stray dog or something...nothing to worry about."
"Hey Moony! That's offensive. I can assure you, you wouldn't want to run into me! Oh no....I can be scary. Growling at people is soo cool!" Sirius said.

Two enormous green eyes had appeared among the leaves.
Harry jumped to his feet just as a jeering voice floated across the lawn.
"I know what day it is," sang Dudley, waddling toward him.
The huge eyes blinked and vanished.
"What?" said Harry, not taking his eyes off the spot where that had been.
"I know what day it is," Dudley repeated, coming right up to him.
"Well done," said Harry. "so you've finally learned the days of the week."

"This kid is great! He's really telling Dudley off! GO HARRY! GO!"

"Today's your birthday," sneered Dudley. "How come you haven't got any cards? Haven't you even got friends at that freak place?"
"Better not let your mum hear you talking about my school," said Harry coolly.
Dudley hitched up his trousers, which were slipping down his fat bottom.

"Gross."

"Why're you staring at the hedge?" he said supiciously.
"I'm trying to decide what would be the best spell to set it on fire," said Harry.

Sirius rolled with laughter. "I hope he knows not to use magic though."
"Of course he does. He's just tricking his cousin."

Dudley stumbled backward at one, a look of panic on his fat face.
"You c-can't---Dad told you you're not to do m-magic---he said he'll chuck you out of the house---and you haven't anywhere else to go--you haven't got any friends to take you---"
"Jiggery pokery!" said Harry in a feirce voice. "Hocus pocus--squiggly wiggly---"

"Oh this is just too great!"

"MUUUUUUM!" howled Dudley, tripping over his feet as he dashed back toward the house. "MUUUUM! He's doing you know what!"
Harry paid dearly for his moment of fun. As neither Dudley nor the hedge was in any way hurt, Aunt Petunia knew he hadn't really done magic, but he still had to duck as she aimed a heavy blow at his head witha they soapy frying pan.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Lily screamed at the top of her lungs. Everyone looked at her not daring to speak.
"NO ONE I REPEAT NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO THROW ANYTHING AT MY SON! PETUNIA IS REALLY GONNA GET HER ARSE KICKED NOW!"
"Lily, just settle down....no harm done...he's fine..." James said trying to comfort her.
"Don't act like nothing happened James Dean Potter! She could have killed our son!"
Lily finally calmed down, but not after hitting James in the head very hard, throwing pillows in every direction, and jummping up and down. She knew she was being childish but she somehow loved the boy in this book. He was her son, technically, and she felt the need to protect him in every way possible even if it ment throwing a fit.

Then she gave him work to do, with the promise he wouldn't eat again until he'd finished.
While Dudley lolled around watching and eating ice cream, Harry cleaned the window, washed the car, mowed the lawn, trimmed the flowerbeds, pruned and watered the roses, and repainted the garden bench.

"Wow, that's way to much for anyone to do in a day!"

Harry knew he shouldn't have risen to Dudley's bait, but Dudley had said the very thing Harry had been thinking himself...maybe he didn't have any friends at Hogwarts....
Wish they could see famou Harry Potter now, he thought savegely as he spread manure on the flower beds, his back aching, sweat running down his face.

"Gross...sweat AND manure."

It was half past seven in the evening when at last, exhausted, he heard Aunt Petunia calling him.
"Get in here! And walk on the newspaper!"
Harry moved gladly into the shade of the gleaming kitchen. On top of the fridge stood tonight pudding: a huge mound of whipped cream and sugared violets. A loin of roast pork was sizzling in the over.

"Man..they sure do know how to make a man hungry." Said Sirius reaching into the bag of chips and pulling out a huge handful.

"Eat quicly! The masons will be here soon!" snapped Aunt Petunia, pinting to two slices of bread and a lump of cheese on the kitchen table. She was already wearing a salmon-pink cocktail dress.

"Bread and cheese will not be enough to feed a boy who spent all day doing hard manual labor you stupid git!" Peter shouted.

Harry washed his hands and bolted down his pitiful supper. The moment he had finished, Aunt Petunia whisked away his plate. "Upstairs! Hurry!"
As he passed the door to the living room, Harry caught a glimpse of Uncle Vernon and Dudley in bow ties and dinner jackets.

"Bow ties? O God, these people are nutters!"

He had only just reasched the upstairs landing when the door bell rang and Uncle Vernon's furious face appeared at the foot of the stairs.
"Remember boy---one sound---"
Harry crossed to his bedroom on tiptoe, slipped inside, closed the door, and turned to collapse on his bed.
The trouble was, there was already someone sitting on it.

"End of chapter one." Lily said shutting the book on her finger to not lose the place.
"What's on his bed?! Read someone I want to know!" Peter and Sirius were jummping up and down excidedly. Remus just nodded his head, wondering. Lily looked at James and he said, "Ok, I will." Lily handed the book to him and he began...