“He rose up and up, higher and higher into the morning sky before angling his broom in a steep dive, only to right it again at the last possible moment. Faster and faster he flew, circling around the goal hoops, soaring over the stands, twisting and turning in midair to dodge invisible Bludgers.” James Potter knew he was good; he knew he had talent. And this year, everyone else in Hogwarts would know it, too.