James Fleamont Potter liked his name. It was a nice name and he liked the way it looked on his Quidditch jersey, the way it sounded when Lily said it, the way Professor McGonagall would exasperatedly call after him, it was a nice name. He hated being called Jamie. He said it made him sound like a 5 year old. Sirius knew that he hated it, so whenever he was being particularly annoying, he would use that to his advantage. But none of that seemed to matter as the Potters heard a crash coming from their Floo place, followed by a very scared-sounding Sirius screaming for Mrs.Potter. Running to the living room, James and his parents saw his best friend lying on their carpet, bruised and bleeding as he cradled what looked like a broken wrist and sobbed. James watched as his mother raced to the kitchen for her wand and whatever she could find to help, while his father carried the sobbing boy up to James' room. James immediately dropped to his knees at his best friend's side. "Shhhh it's okay mate, don't worry you'll be okay my mum is gonna fix this." he said, holding Sirius' hand and wiping the boy's sweat-stained hair from his face. "Jamie it hurts" Sirius sobbed, brokenly. James felt a knot form in his stomach. He had never seen Sirius like this before. Even though he knew why Sirius never talked about home and why he always stayed at his house over the holidays, something in him never fully understood until now. "I'm scared Jamie. I don't wanna go back." "I know mate, I'm so sorry I didn't see sooner, " James said, his voice cracking as his eyes started to well up. "You're never going back there."