Prologue - Year 1 (1971)
It was a beautiful day on September the first. The sun stood proudly at its zenith and seemed to believe we were still in August. However, the scene was set with the rays of light illuminating Kings Cross Station below.
On platform 9 and 3/4, James Potter stood next to his parents grinning mischievously.
"Of course, I'll write Mum" replied the young Wizard to his mother's inexhaustible amount of requests.
"And you'll use the family hair product" she beseeched.
"Don't need it. My hair is already perfect." James winked at his mother roguishly.
Euphemia Potter sighed in exasperation at her son.
"Don't worry dear, he'll be fine" said her husband Fleamont.
"But what if he's not" she asked.
"He's a Potter, of course he'll be fine" replied Fleamont, a mirror image of James in another fourty years perhaps.
Euphemia sighed again.
"Actually, I need to borrow you" Fleamont told his son, leading his son behind an isolated pillar.
James was puzzled as Fleamont Potter produced a wrapped package.
"This son, is a family heirloom. Always passed down from father to son throughout the generations on their first day off to Hogwarts. Only open it when you are ready. And only then. Do you understand?" his father said mysteriously.
"Yes" replied a completely bewildered James.
"Now all that's left is the activating words. Use it well. I've now passed it on to you. When you do so to your child, remember those words. I may not be around then." Fleamont added mysteriously.
"DAD! You're not going anywhere!" James told his father with a steely glare.
Fleamont merely laughed, "We all have to go someday James. The good die young. But that's besides the point. USE IT WELL." he reiterated.
"Use it well. Got it" muttered James.
"Now run along before the Hogwarts express leaves without you" said Fleamont, ruffling his sons hair.
James hurried and gave his mother a quick kiss.
He dashed on to the train and quickly found himself a compartment near the back. Then, he opened the window to wave to his parents.
"NO PRANKS!" shouted his mother as the train began to move.
"YOU HAVE TO ADMIT THE ONE WITH THE HOUSELVES WAS PRETTY GOOD, RIGHT MUM?" James shouted back.
Again, Euphemia sighed. Fleamont merely chuckled.
"USE IT WELL. AND GOOD LUCK SON." he shouted as the train moved further off the platform.
James smiled and gave a mock salute. His parents were becoming distant figures on the horizon. This was it he thought ecstatically. I'm off to Hogwarts.
A/N: Please like and review. Stay tuned for more folks. - Z
