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Hello people of planet internet. prepare yourselves for a story intrigue, mystery, romance, and length.
Our story starts in the year 1967, the 27th of March. A young James Potter is playing outside with all of his friends at his 7th birthday party. It was a magical time for all, with fairies tittering above the children's heads and practice wands hidden all over the yard. Hewas in the center of the action, pleased as Treacle Tart by the party roaring around him. Every few moments he would flick the practice wand his parents had gotten him, and the other children would all scream in delight as sparks danced around the lawn, turning into brightly colored animals before fading away. Practice wands were so new and so very expensive - the rumor was James' father had to get this one expressly from the wand's creator. The other children were just starting to find their own wands and giggled to themselves as they were able to make small sparks poof from the end of the 100 galleon instruments. Giant daisies were singing happy birthday to young James as sparks and bangs sounded throughout the day. Suddenly the bunny James had been playing with split apart into twenty smaller bunnies which went down to the ground and ran around while the children chased them. James' father Charlus looked out hungrily at the rabbits.
(SMACK)
"Stop that Charles!" His wife Dorea said sharply as she hit his head. "You'll scare the kids if they see you doing that."
She tutted softly at her chagrined husband before she smiled at him. "Just wait a little longer honey. tomorrow I'll conjure up a nice jackalope for you to chase. That would be much tastier than sparks don't you think?" Charlus nods, unable to speak at the strain of controlling himself at that thought. As he slowly regains his composure over the next 6 minutes the children at the party are being reluctantly brought home as the sun started to dip below the horizon.
:Come on Bailey, Lets go home for your bedtime tea.: The call rang out in several variations from many different parens to the same cry over and over again
:MUUUUUUUUUM! I Don't WAAAAANNNNA!:
"Today is the day of changing isn't it?" He asks softly, shocking his wife.
"We agreed not to talk about that until after the party was over." Dorea said sharply as one of the rabbits ran across the air in front of them.
"Ok ok. I just thought that we could since the other parents are already taking their kids home." He pointed over and Dorea saw the parents dragging their kids away from the party.
"Fine. But James should be here so we don't have to talk about it more than once or have him overhear one part that colors his entire experience." Dorea said dejectedly. Charlus sighed and nodded as they both waited for the final kids to be taken home.
*15 min. later.*
It is dusk when the last child is dragged away by her parents and James literally floats over the deck towards his parents, elated at the success of his party. He starts to go past them into the house when his father puts a slightly hairy hand on his shoulder and lowers his feet to the floor boards.
"Son. It's time we had a talk about today." Charlus said softly making James pause before his normal groan of boredom.
"Jamey, you know that your father is a werewolf and that you are part werewolf as well."
James nods slowly, surprised his parents even brought the fact up.
"I didn't tell any of my friends if that's what this is about." James said making both his parents smile.
"We know that you didn't James. This is about a family secret, even bigger than the cloak." Charlus said causing James to perk up.
/What could be more important than that?/ James wondered in awe as his mouth gaped open. The family cloak was worth more galleons than half of all wizards would ever see in their life times.
"Well James. What your mother and I haven't told you is that... dang how did my dad say this?" Charlus frowned and scratched his head making Dorea fume
"You FORGOT!" Dorea screeched at her husband, making both Charlus and James flinch. "How could you forget something so important?!" Charlus shrank down under his wife's steely gaze
"I didn't. It's very complicated Dory and I only had it explained once when I turned 7 years old." He said, slowly gaining confidence as he spoke.
"THAT'S NO EXCUSE! YOU LIVE THROUGH IT EVERY BLIMEY DAY!" She whisper shouted at him making Charlus shrink back even more. Dorea breathes heavily for a few moments to calm herself down. "How about I tell our son about YOUR side of the family." She shakes her head at her husbands antics and looks down to her son and gestures for him to come closer, which he does after stifling his laughter. Dorea pulls her son close and whispers into his ear.
"You are a very special boy James. Even more important than being a wizard, you are a Potter. Your family is one of original families of wizards, and with that comes powers that even the greatest of wizards have only dared to dream about. The first is the aptitude for all magic but fortune telling. This is the least of your powers which you've already discovered." She breathily whispers this into his ear, making James' young eyes sparkle with wonder. "But there's more, much more. Every generation of Potter gets different powers after this first one and one other power. Every true Potter is the ultimate were-creature. You and all of your descendants will be able to change into any creature that bites them whenever they want. They will also keep their mind unlike an animagus or other were-creatures." James's eyes widened as he realized that what he always thought was true, he was special. He was different from everybody in the world, even other wizards. He would always be different just by knowing this. He started to feel closer to his parents than ever before, knowing already that he could never tell anyone else for a long time about this.
"Alright, Dad, I'm ready to be a werewolf!" James yelled, eyes bright as he dropped to all fours, running in small circles around the yard with a silly, shrill howl. "Is there a spell to change? Do I hafta be outside? Let's get started!" Charlus laughs lightly and interrupts his wife before she can finish explaining.
"It starts tonight son. Your first changing will be tonight, when I impart one of my animals to you after I bite you." He said this as nonchalantly as if saying that he was going to the market. Charlus started to continue when he saw his son's ashen face. He smiled and kneeled down next to James. "Son. It sounds like it'll hurt but it won't feel any worse than this." Charlus takes his son's hand and pinches it softly making James wince slightly. "Now, was that so bad James?" Charlus said as he looked at his son's sheepish grin.
/That boy is going to break a thousand hearts if he's as clueless as I was./
"No dad. So Can we leave now? I want to run with you soon." James said making his father stand up straight.
"How the h.. heck did you know we had to go somewhere?" James smiled and said
"I DIDN'T!" Charlus couldn't help laughing at his son's antics and Dorea put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
"Sure son. Just let me get the Floo powder." Charlus shook his head side to side as he walked into the house and stood in front of his mantlepiece. He took out his wand and drew a triangle that was split down the middle and had a circle inside of it on the center brick of the mantelpiece. The drawing glowed blue for a moment and a compartment opened up from the center of the symbol revealing a golden pot with strange symbols chiseled all over it. He reached in and quickly pulled out a handful of Floo powder as the compartment closed with a snap. He looked around the house that he had been living in for the past nine years and reflected on all the memories that he and his family shared there.
/It'll be nice to finally go home/ Charlus thought as he flung his handful of crimson Floo powder into the fireplace.
AN
My first chapter for this story is now and forever finished. Also the powder is special and is supposed to be crimson.
Also a very special thanks to my new friend and betaer, otaku-no-miko! A really good author who has helped the inner beuty of this story shine outwards to touch each and (Hopefully) every reader of this story.
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