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Story of Lily and James

It was a hot day. James Potter lay on his back in the sunshine, daydreaming. The soft grass around his body billowed in the wind and butterflies danced lazily on his stomach.

To an outsider, it would have looked as if James was dreaming of soft, beautiful things, like rainbows, dolphins, fairy floss. But anyone who truly understood James Potter knew that his daydreams consisted of only one thing: Quidditch.

"Aaaand James is racing towards the hoops. James, the number one chaser for the Wimbourne Wasps has recently signed a contract to play for England at the next Quidditch World Cup. Talented man, this one. Look out for him folks. And whoah – nice easy dodge of the bludger there, sent his way by..."

"James! Get up!! We're leaving in ten minutes and you're just lying there? Come on!"

James sighed as he sat up, ruffled his hair and proceeded into the kitchen, where his mother was dashing about frantically.

"Mom! Relax! I'm packed!"

"Yes I know, but what about your - "

"Lunch? Packed. And anyways, I want to buy something on the train. Dad said they sell things."

"And your – "

"Broom? I know mom, I'm not allowed to take it. You don't have to tell me again."

"Well, where is your – "

"Trunk? It's down here sweetie." James's father came down the stairs heaving the heavy suitcase.

"Al right, alright. I can see you're organised." Emma Potter smiled and bent down to ruffle her son's hair. "I'm just going to miss you honey".

"I know, I know, but can we get to the station already!!"

Grant Potter laughed at James's enthusiasm. He could remember his first day at Hogwarts: the excited chatter of the students, the weeping parents clinging to their children, the large red train that had seemed so ominous. He couldn't believe that it was finally his son's turn to go.

James stepped onto the billowing train and turned around to wave at his mother, who was sobbing into her handkerchief, and his father, who had one arm resting comfortingly on his wife, and the other in the air.

Now to find a compartment.

James stepped into the first empty one he saw and lifted his trunk into the rack overhead. Just as he sat down, a large, handsome boy with jet black hair walked in and sat himself down.

"Hi. Sirius Black." he said pompously.

"Uh...James Potter. Pleased to meet you."