Hello all! I see you've fallen upon yet sigh another one of my fanfics. I promise those who are still waiting for my 'That 70s Show' or 'Sin City' or 'Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' fics to be updated, THEY WILL! I promise you that!

Well, my oh my, let me think. I was at work tonight, humbly doing the jobs that are…yawn non brain stimulating, when POP! My mind began brewing and, imagine this, I started thinking! Gasp

The first question that came to mind was 'Who's to say that Harry was the only Potter who had adventures?' and then WAH BAM! Story after story, title after title, character after character, conflict after conflict came rushing through my mind, all while I'm supposed to be mopping…

And so I give you the satisfaction of knowing that I'm not just doing this off the top of my head, the chapters I give for the stories I give are outlined, thought out and well polished!

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James Potter and the Forgotten Queen

Chapter One: The Quiet Street

On a street quite quiet from the rest a family full of most extraordinary specialties spent their hours not sleeping, like the other families on this street were doing, but celebrating. Their celebration carried through out the house, where a mother had to restrain her scream of delight at the news just brought to her home.

One would think a family getting a letter this late at night as odd. But for the family under the roof of Number Thirteen Spiddel Ave., Hertfordshire, England receiving a letter at midnight on August seventeenth by an old barn owl was possibly the greatest news in the world.

It was not unknown throughout Spiddel Ave. that the Potters were somewhat abnormal. Yet, it seemed as though they weren't the only strange family living on the block either. There were three other families close to the Potter residence that seemed to take part in the same activities and showed the same interests as them.

Mr. Buick, who lived next door, had once heard Mrs. Potter and her husband discussing the proper way to illuminate a light from the tip of a stick or something like that. Why they had been talking of such a thing was beyond Mr. Buick or the other neighboring families knowing.

But tonight, as Anna Potter held the unopened letter addressed to her only child there were no talks of lighting anything with the end of a stick. "Rick!" She yelled, standing near the kitchen window, which had been open to let in the cool summer air. "Rick, come in here!"

A tall dark haired man with broad shoulders and a lazy grin strode through the sitting room and into the kitchen. He couldn't even get a word out before his thrilled wife thrust an envelope into his grip.

"Read it!" Anna said.

Scanning the address on the envelope Rick felt his own enthusiasm surge through him. Quickly he whipped through the kitchen and towards the steps leading upstairs, shouting "James! Get up!" all the way.

James Potter had been told earlier that evening by his mother that if he hurried off to bed quicker than usual, his birthday would come sooner as well. So at exactly seven-thirty that night James trotted off to his room, eager to see the next day smiling back at him. But for some reason he heard his father yelling for him downstairs. Pretending it was all a dream, or possibly a trick to see if he truly was asleep, James ignored the calls and covered his head with his beddings.

"James!" The yell from his dad stirred James to full alert now, and he sat bolt up, slightly scared that something bad might have happened.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes with one hand James reached for his pair of round glasses on the table next to his bedside. "Whassa m-m-matter?" He yawned and looked at the clock on the table. The time showed twelve o'clock A.M., his birthday had come after all.

Rick smiled at his offspring, admiration and joy overflowing his insides. The letter was still clutched in his hands. "We - your mother and I that is - have something to tell you."

James felt curiosity spread through him, "We're not moving, are we?"

Anna laughed from behind her husband. "No, James, we're not moving."

"Then what is it?" The boy asked, eager to know what was going on.

Rick's beaming smile grew wider as he held the reason for the happiness of him and his wife. "Read it, son."

James took the letter and read the covering first. The words were in a lacey sort of writing, written with an ink pen. It read:

To Mr. James Potter

Number 13 Spiddel Ave.

Hertfordshire, England

James looked back at his parents, his brown eyes wide with disbelief. "It can't be." He muttered.

Anna smiled at her son. "Open it and find out, James."

Instantly, James tore open the flap of the envelope and pulled out a very fragile looking piece of parchment with the same fancy writing.

Dear Mr. James Potter,

We are glad to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of -

"I got in!" James shouted, not bothering to read the rest of the letter, which went on and on about requirements for the term and rule policies and such. Keeping the letter in his hand, James threw back the covers and leapt off his bed to greet his mum and dad in a warm embrace. "I got in!"

Anna hugged her little boy in return, smiling all the while. "James," She said, kneeling down before him. "You're going to have a wonderful time at Hogwarts. Your father and I both went there when we were young."

"That's where the finest teachers are, son." Rick added, ruffling James' hair. "And Albus Dumbledore. Remember what I told you about him?"

James nodded. "Yes, sir. You said Dumbledore was the most powerful wizard in the world."

"Is." Rick corrected. "Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard in the world. And he'll be your headmaster. I suspect you'll learn an awful lot with Dumbledore at the school."

"We'll have to go to Diagon Alley in the morning to get your school things." Anna added thoughtfully. "New school robes and books and an owl and-"

"A wand?" James interrupted. "For me?"

Anna smiled. "Yes, a wand for you."

A genuine smile rose onto James' face. A wand of his own, no more pretending to do the tricks he saw his parents doing at home. He was going to learn them all on his own. "Cool."

Suddenly there was a very loud knock at the front door. James, confused as to why anyone would be knocking at such an hour, followed his dad out of the room to see who was at the door.

As soon as Rick had opened the door yelling followed the boisterous knocking from before. A man with long, bushy black hair and a skinny black mustache nearly missed hitting James' dad in an attempt to knock the door down with his fat fist.

"I would take it very kindly if you didn't try to clobber me, Carl." Rick said lightheartedly.

James tried to stifle a laugh from the comment.

The man with the untamable hair blinked in response. "Yes, well, it would be nice of you lot to keep your voices down at this hour. Nearly thought someone had died with the way your wife has been screaming all night!"

"Mr. Buick," Anna said, coming down the stairs to greet him. "What on earth are you doing out at this time of night?"

"Me?" Carl Buick looked flabbergasted. "You! You have been causing all of the hullabaloo around here! The whole neighborhood can hear you!"

"Us?" Anna asked sweetly. "Sir, you don't mean to tell me that you are accusing my husband and I to be noisy while my eleven year old son sleeps upstairs, do you?"

"Well, I-"

"It would be quite impossible to make such a ruckus without waking the child, don't you think, Mr. Buick?"

"Of course, I only meant-"

"And since when have we ever made so much noise to disrupt the entire neighborhood?"

"Now see here!"

"No, Mr. Buick, you see here!" Anna shouted, though James could see a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "I'll have you know that the only person I've ever received complaints from is you! The others seem not to mind our day to day activities, and therefore I must say that it is you with the problem. Not my family and I. Goodnight, sir!"

And Mr. Buick was left standing alone outside of the Potter house, completely confused on how the conversation had turned around to pin him as the bad guy.

"Mum that was brilliant!" James laughed as he raced down the stairs to congratulate Anna on her expertise.

Anna beamed at James before yawning. "Thank you, sweetie. And now it is time for bed for all of us." She planted a kiss on her son's cheek and gave him a hug.

"We'll see you in the morning, sport." Rick ruffled the already unruly black hair of his son's before following his wife up the stairs to their own bedroom.

Moments later, as James was tucked in his own bed again, the realization of his letter actually hit him. He was going to Hogwarts where he would never have to worry about bothersome neighbors knocking on his door in the middle of the night. He was going to Hogwarts to be taught by the highest teachers in the world. He was going to Hogwarts where he would meet new friends, start new subjects, learn new things.

He was going to Hogwarts…

But James was not the only child to receive a letter from Hogwarts that night. A few streets away from James' house another family of magical folk had collected an invite to the school as well. On Silvering Wedge Drive a boy of the same age with the same hopes of going to Hogwarts received his letter. And though the excitement rushed through him like a car going around a racetrack, he was not allowed to show his enjoyment.

Instead he could merely nod in agreement and return to his room where he was expected to keep quiet so as not to disturb his own neighbors. In this house he was not allowed to do the things he liked or be the person he was, because he was different from the rest of his family, and his family did not approve of different.

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