All of James’s life he had been brought up to accept anyone and everyone. No matter who they were or what background they came from. His parents were the type of people that made Santa look like a dick.

Euphemia and Fleamont Potter, even as one fo the Sacred Twenty-eight, were the kindest people James knew. They had taught him everything he needed to know about having a good heart and to not judge a book by its cover.

This had come in handy especially when being friends with Sirius. His bestfriend's parents were notorious for being awful people but James had quickly learnt that everything was so much worse behind fake smiles and camera for the Daily Prophet.

That was why as soon as James and Sirius had gotten into their sixth year, his bestfriend had devised a plan for him and his younger by a year brother, Regulus. James had only heard about Regulus but didn't even mind that he was a Slytherin. Sirius loved him so James would be okay with it.

That had been a few months ago and now it was the summer before James and Sirius became seventh years and Regulus began his sixth at Hogwarts. Now it was a normal but still strange routine of seeing the two Black brothers around his home.

Regulus still kept to himself, even though he'd established that Remus was the closest thing to his friend between all the Marauders. James never gave up trying to crack the younger boy out of his shell. He didn't know why but he really wanted to get to know the real Regulus.

Right now James had been inside to try baking his family some cookies, although he was no where near a good cook and an even worse baker. Sirius had gone outside with Remus and James’s parents were out shopping.

Although he had been getting particularly off track as his favourite song, Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen, came on Sirius's community record player. Just as James had been (admittedly awfully) dancing he suddenly spun around to be face to face with Regulus’s very unimpressed one. "Reggie! Hi!"