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Chapter 20

~the night before the return to Hogwarts~

James was up first as usual. He always had the habit growing up and it never went away as he grew up. As he walked down he saw his mum cooking breakfast. 

"Hi mum," James says 

"Hi beta," Euphemia replies simling at James "Up before your friends?"

"As always ma," James replies chuckling "What's for breakfast?" 

"Pancakes, love," Euphemia replies 

James just hums in response and plops down on the dining table. 

Euphemia Potter smiled warmly as she continued to flip the pancakes on the griddle. The kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of freshly cooked breakfast, mingling with the cool morning air that drifted in through the open window. The soft light of dawn cast a gentle glow over the room, making everything feel cozy and familiar.

"You know, James," she began, her tone playful, "one day you'll have to teach your friends how to be early risers like you."

James grinned, running a hand through his unruly hair. "Doubt it, Mum. Sirius would rather stay up all night than wake up at the crack of dawn. And Remus—well, you know how he is."

Euphemia chuckled as she set a stack of golden pancakes on the table. "True, true. But I'm sure they'll appreciate a good breakfast after a long night of packing and planning mischief."

"Speaking of which," James said as he reached for the syrup, "have you seen my broomstick? I swear it was in my room last night, but now it's gone."

"Oh, that? I think your father borrowed it. Something about needing to inspect it before you head back to Hogwarts." Euphemia's eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Figures," James replied, shaking his head. "He never misses a chance to get his hands on it."

As James finished speaking, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the staircase, followed by a series of sleepy grumbles and muffled yawns.

Sirius was the first to appear, his dark hair as wild as ever, though his eyes still carried the haze of sleep.

"Morning, Mrs. Potter," Sirius greeted, his voice thick with sleep, but his trademark smirk already in place. He plopped down next to James at the table, eyeing the pancakes hungrily. "Something smells good."

Right behind him came Remus, who looked more put-together but equally groggy. He offered Euphemia a polite smile as he sat down. "Morning, Mrs. Potter. James up early as always, I see?"

Euphemia smiled at them both. "Morning, boys. Sleep well?"

Sirius snorted. "Well enough, considering the racket this one made while packing last night," he said, jabbing a thumb at James.

Remus chuckled softly as he reached for a pancake. "If by 'packing' you mean 'debating whether or not to bring three or four prank kits,' then yes, it was quite the process."

James rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "You lot just don't appreciate the finer points of preparation."

At that moment, Peter appeared at the top of the stairs, his hair sticking up in odd directions. He shuffled down, rubbing his eyes. "Morning..." he mumbled, collapsing into a chair next to Remus.

"Good morning, Peter," Euphemia said with a gentle smile as she placed a fresh stack of pancakes in front of him.

As the four friends began piling their plates with food, the familiar banter and laughter filled the kitchen, making it feel even warmer and more alive. Euphemia watched them with fondness, her heart swelling with the sight of her son surrounded by his closest friends, all of them on the brink of another exciting year at Hogwarts.