Disclaimer- I am not JK Rowling and I just appreciate the characters. Dates and years may change in this story to fit with updated story lines.
Chapter One: The Little New Kid
Remus POV September 5th, 2015
Remus looked up from his meal, scanning the great hall for any signs of his friends, when someone caught his eye. It was a little Hufflepuff that sat looking at him through big hazel eyes. Remus recognized him, he was the new kid. Fifth year, cute, smart and the crush of girls and guys alike. His name was, James Potter? The Hufflepuff looked away, blushing. There was a sound next to him of his friends Peter, Sirius and Frank sitting on the bench.
"I think he likes you," Sirius said, looking at the small Hufflepuff smiling over at someone in the archway of the great hall.
"He would never like me, besides he's the new kid. Everyone likes him, what makes me special?" Remus asked turning to face Sirius. A Slytherin stood making his way over to the Hufflepuff table, sliding onto the same bench as James. James got a really uncomfortable look on his face and began scooting away from the Slytherin before the brown-haired snake wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling James flush against him.
Remus looked at how the poor Hufflepuff, with a panic-stricken face, grabbed at the hand holding him around the ribs. Remus stood, pulling Sirius with him to the defenseless new kid. By the time they had managed to weave through the crowds of children and teens walking around, it had already worsened. The Slytherin's other hand had slipped to the Hufflepuff's small thigh, grounding him in place.
"Get off of him," Remus commanded in a growl coming to stand in front of them." The Hufflepuff stopped struggling momentarily as he looked into Remus' eyes.
"The little whore enjoyed it. See you later, Jamie," the Slytherin, Avery, said smirking at the way James trembled at the nickname. And that's how Remus met the small Hufflepuff in the black jeans and big yellow sweater.
James POV
It was only four days into the new school year and things were already going wrong. Him and his family- his mum and dad- had upped and moved from New York city to the large fields and plains of England. He missed Ilvermorny and his friends, and the nice people. People here were the worst, or maybe it was just him? He shook his leg and his foot, encased by a yellow converse that matched his sweater.
He pulled out his phone. The last message was from his Dad. He clicked on it, not knowing what his Dad would say to him.
Daddy: I know it's hard but you can do it.
James: It's just different
Daddy: Do I know? It's strange without you coming home after-school.
James: Love you
Daddy: Love you too, Jas.
He placed his phone on the table. It was an Iphone 6. He went with his friend Cacey to go purchase it last year.
FLASH-BACK
"C'mon Jam, we need to do this fast. Raelynn and everybody else is waiting." Cacey said.
James dug the money out of his pocket. Two-thousand dollars, his parents had already given him the "you're geting older" talk, saying that they trusted him with a better phone. Thirty minutes later Cacey and him were walking out of the Apple store, their shiny gold phones in hand.
END OF FLASH-BACK
He missed Raelynn, and Cacey and everyone else. He was popular there, he was on the quidditch, trac, soccer and swim team. The only benefit of moving to England was that he didn't have to drive 40 minutes to do Equestrian.
He remembered the nice and shiny apartment building his parents owned as a home. The bottom floor was large and spacious, grand staircases leading up to the elevators. The bottom floor was chaotic, workers in black business suits and and pencil skirts walking around offices leading off from the main part of the floor. There was a huge shiny fountain, the gold of the lobby reflecting off the water.
His room was large and modern. The walls had white paneling for his large wardrobe and he had a huge TV sitting above his glass desk with a stool, the cushion a dark forest green. They had to buy new furniture for the move, none of it looked right.
James looked around the great hall, his eyes landing on a handsome gryffindor student in a black shirt. The Gryffindor was tall, blonde, with scars that fit him on his face, he was also very muscular. The handsome Gryffindor met his gaze smiling at him, feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks he looked away and toward the entrance of the great hall where a fellow Hufflepuff was making gestures towards those Gryffindors. He smiled at her "you have a crush look." Putting on his best "maybe" look.
He looked as a Slytherin sauntered over, sitting next to him. He recognized him. His name was Avery or something, they met on the train. Him and his friends were getting too close for comfort and James escaped to an empty compartment in the back for the remainder of the ride. James began to scoot away when Avery's hand shot out, grasping him by the waist and pulling him against Avery. He pulled against the large hand to no avail. Avery's hand slipped down to his thigh, wrapping around it and keeping him in place.
"Get off of him," James heard. He looked up and straight into the amber eyes of the handsome Gryffindor and his black-haired friend.
"The little whore enjoyed it. See you later, Jamie," Avery said, letting his hand travel further on his thigh, reaching up to his butt and squeezing before he walked back to the Slytherin table.