"James! Get your butt down here or your gonna make us late. We can't be late today it's September the first, also known as the day you leave for Hogwarts!" came the shrill cry of James Potter's mother. This was it, this was the day he was leaving his boring house with his 'too old for fun' (as he like to call them when he was alone) parents. He had no brothers or sisters so he had had to make his fun by himself. This usually meant that he was either planning or pulling a prank of some sort against someone. He had never had any friends to speak of as his parents had, in their opinion saved him from the boredom of attending all the 'pure-blood' parties and get-togethers. This meant that today was the day he was going to make some friends. James was hoping that by the end of the year he would be close enough to at least somebody to bring them into his planned prank. He had been planning this prank for years but he had never had the knowledge to pull it off, mainly because he had never received any training in magic. He was hoping that by the end of this year he would have made a name for himself beyond that of his family name. he didn't just want to be known as the youngest Potter, no he was going to be known as the greatest prankster Hogwarts had ever known.