Minerva McGonagall was, admittedly, getting old. She had gone through far too many generations of pranksters and imbeciles. She could go a couple more years though. She was Minerva McGonagall after all. She wondered how Harry was getting on. He had been one of her favourite students. How could he not? He potentially saved her life back in the Ravenclaw Common Room, her life wasn't worth much at all, but she did appreciate the gesture. Speaking of Harry, wasn't his first son coming up this year? James? She had heard he was a sweet wee child, no harm at all, considering his name was James. Or maybe that was Al…anyway, she was sure he would be a charming heroic figure like his Father…yes…she was sure…heh…
James sauntered aboard the Hogwarts Express like he owned the place. Unsurprisingly, neither parent was worried about him. He was James Sirius Potter, son of Harry Potter, the defeater of Voldemort, or something. He would make friends easily. So James found a compartment with some friendly looking boys bantering about something or other. "Hey," he said. "Do you mind if I sit with you?" the boys turned to look at him. They studied him, and then gasped. "Y-you're James Potter!" the boys immediately started to gape at James like he was a war hero. "Yeah, I know I am." He asked again. "Erm…can I sit here?" They looked at him like he was barmy. "Of course you can, you twit! You're James Bloody Potter" exclaimed the tall, scruffy looking one. He patted the space next to him. He grinned at the boy, and immediately plonked himself down on the seat. "Please think of me as James, not Harry Potter's son." He looked at the black-haired short boy who had been staring at him. He opened his mouth and said, "That's very noble of you James." He looked strangely at the boy and said, "Uh, thank you."
There is more coming, trust me.
