You were James Potter's twin. Born six minutes after him, making him your older brother. And that dipshit was proud of that. And by the way, you have never been that close to the Marauders. But, Sirius motherfucker Black, being the infamous playboy and womanizer in Hogwarts had always been flirting and hitting on her since 4th year, especially after he moved in to the Potters. Awesome.

One day, you were waiting for your twin brother after he asked you to bring him some water for his game against Hufflepuff, calling himself as your older brother and you should listened to him. "Dickhead," you cursed as you almost smacked that stupid grin off of his face when James ran away from you.

When you turned around to the tribune, a hand yanked you back. You turned to find Sirius with his charming grin and his Quidditch jumper in his left hand. "Here." You heard him say. And to your surprise, he throw the jumper to your head.

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Before you could say anything, your stupid brother suddenly yelled, "Padfoot! You better not be snogging my twin or else I will kick you out of the team!" That made you raise a middle finger at him and Sirius who approached him with a laugh.

You walked past Peter Pettigrew when he spoke something that made your heart skipped, "You know, Sirius doesn't let anyone wear that. That jumper; that is his most prized possession."