My boy
Brown skin, long and thick black hair, a short stature, and a pair of round, circular glasses.
It was none other than Mrs Potter. Euphemia Potter. James' mum. My mum, I guess. She was the only one to buy me any Christmas or birthday presents; and on every Halloween since second year, she'd send a bag of sweets each to me and James.
I had obviously looked awful because as soon as Euphemia saw me, she gave me a sympathetic look, holding out her arms for an embrace as I walked towards her. I saw a reflection of myself in a puddle. Scruffy hair, puffy eyes and pajamas on.
Oopsies.
Quickly, I ran up to the woman who actually treated me like her son and fell into her arms. "Oh, my boy. My poor, poor boy. What have they done to you?" She whispered to me, while squeezing me tight.
As I let go, I looked her in the eyes and said briefly, "I'll explain it later. I actually came here to find you."
Mrs Potter nodded and put her arm on my shoulder. "I came here to find you, darling. Regulus sent James a letter. He told us that you had gone missing?"
"Ran away," I began, "I think that sounds a bit cooler than going missing."
"Let's take you home, then?" Euphemia said.
"Home," I replied, knowing that she was talking about the potters. "Thank Merlin that you suggested that, I was too scared to ask."
Mrs potter chuckled and we made our way to the Potters.
Trees surrounded our walk, with the autumn leaves starting to fall onto the path, getting ready for dogs to trample over them, chasing a very specific stag.
We arrived and Euphemia opened the door.
James was sat on the staircase, that was right next to the door. His hands were trembling while they pulled at his thick hair. His classic glasses foggy and his hands covering his mouth and nose as he looked down at his shoes. As soon as he heard the door open, he sprang up. Fleamont, James' dad, came quickly from the kitchen.
"Padfoot!" James squealed. "You had gone missing, why didn't you tell me? You had us so worried."
"Calm down Prongs, bloody hell! I've only been gone for five hours," I chuckled, in an attempt to calm him. I didn't want him to be crying because of me.
"Where were you going to go? What happened? Why did you run away?" James questioned me, in the middle of the hallway.
"Boys, why don't we all sit down in the living room and we can talk about this there?" Mr Potter suggested.
James grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the living room. It was quite small, but it managed to fit in two sofas. They were both against the walls, and were facing eachother. A low table was leaning against a corner of the room, but James pulled it out against the both of us. Then he pulled out another one, putting it against the other sofa, where I assumed Mr & Mrs Potter would sit.
Mr & Mrs Potter were both in the kitchen now. Fleamont seemed to be putting some food on some plates and Mrs Potter was almost definitely making a brew.
Mr Potter came in, setting out four plates of rice, with chicken and some other things in. "It's biryani, I've tried to make it not too spicy for you Sirius," he said, sitting down.
Mrs Potter came in, placing down two cups of tea for her and Fleamont.
The food smelled amazing and as we ate, I started to get some questions. "Why did you leave your house?" James asked.
"Why wouldn't I?" I laughed. "Me and Regulus got into an arguement after our mother put the cruciatus curse on me. I pushed him, he pushed me, we had a proper fist fight. I won obviously and he was mad so he threw me out of the window."
"Really?" James asked.
"No you idiot. Do you think I could beat Regulus in a fight? All that happened was he stormed off and I jumped out of my window. I did end up nicking an old lady's train ticket but that's a story for another day."