A/N: So everyone, here is the first chapter of James Potter Adventures: YEAR TWO. I just have a few things to say, thanks to anyone reading this, I don't think this will be as long as year one as the first 10 chapters of that story were a lot shorter than the rest. Also, expect some slow updates, sorry in advance, but I'm writing other stories as well. Hopefully this story will have better vocabulary and grammar than the last one. Anyway, I hope you all like it, I don't think this chapter was really good to be honest.
DISCLAIMER: I DON NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, JK ROWLING DOES!
-CONVERSATION OF THE CHAPTER-
ME: Hi
GREAT ANUT MURIEL: Hello.
ME: How does my dress look?
GREAT ANUT MURIEL: Well for starters, your dress is to short, your thighs are-
ME: Well thank you very much. May I give my opinion on your dress?
GREAT ANUT MURIEL: Well-
ME: Your ankles are too skinny, your hair is a mess and don't get me started on your dress!
GREAT ANUT MURIEL: What's wrong with my dress?
ME: Have you seen your dress? Its so 50 years ago, maybe even more!
GREAT ANUT MURIEL: It's- its vintage!
ME: Sorry, vintage's nice and all but that dress isn't vintage!
GREAT ANUT MURIEL: I must be going now! I need to give Molly my tiara. Goblin made you know.
ME: What at complete fail at changing the subject. But you're telling the truth; Molly does need your goblin made tiara. Bye.
GREAT ANUT MURIEL: Yes- uh. No. bye.
*Muriel disappears*
ME: What a mean person. Anyway, congratulations to Molly and Arthur, I hope you have a lovely day. ON WITH THE STORY!
1
'James wake up! You'll miss the wedding if you don't!'
His mother's calls woke him up.
James sat up and rubbed his eyes tiredly, glancing at the clock beside his bed.
It read 7:30 am.
Way too early.
He was about to lay back down and go back to sleep when his mother's words registered in his mind.
'You'll miss the wedding if you don't!'
He shot up out of bed.
Today was the day Molly Prewett and Arthur Weasley were getting married.
Remus, Peter and Sirius would be there, he hadn't seen them all summer and the only contact they had had been through letters.
But that also meant…
Gracie- Grace would be there.
James hadn't heard a word from Grace all summer.
He couldn't blame her, he thought bitterly as he descended the stairs for breakfast. The last time they had seen her it had been on the Hogwarts Express back from Hogwarts and had involved Grace apologising and he and Sirius basically ignoring it.
James and Sirius had gone reason to.
Just a few months ago it had been revealed that their Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher (well everyone's except James's, Sirius's, Remus's and Grace's) was a Death Eater (a servant of Lord Voldemort's also known as You-Know-Who) and had been torturing Grace once a week in his office.
Grace hadn't told them, her best friends, what had been happening. So of course they had the right to be angry at her.
He entered the kitchen.
'There you are! I was afraid I would have to pour cold water over you!' his mother fussed over him.
James's mother worked as a Healer at St Mungo's, the wizarding Hospital. She was a brilliant Healer and worked in all of the different departments, but mostly worked on the cuts and burns department. He wasn't quite sure.
'Was that dad's idea?' James asked as he sat down at the table.
James's father worked at the Ministry of Magic, more specific, at the Auror office as Head Auror. His father had been in many battles and was an excellent Auror but recently, he had been slowing down, his old age catching up to him.
His parents had had him late in life and when they had just given up hope, his mother had found out she was pregnant. So he was quite spoiled, he (in their words, not his) was a miracle.
'Of course it was dear.' His mother replied and placed a plate full of sausage, eggs and bacon in front of him.
James dared jokingly and dived into his breakfast.
If the roles had been reversed, he probably would've done the same, he admitted to himself.
James's father must've read his mind as he gave him a look clearly saying don't even think about it.
Not noticing the exchange, Mrs Potter fretted, 'Are your dress robes clean?'
'Mum, you washed and set them out yesterday.' He stated obviously.
'Oh yes…' his mother muttered. 'But I think I'll go and…' she trailed off and hurried out of the kitchen.
'So are you looking forwards to seeing all of your friends again?'
He of course had told his parents who all of his friends were as they would be meeting them later.
He nodded, his mouth stuffed with too much bacon that he was un able to speak.
He swallowed.
'Yes.'
'Careful, you don't want to choke and die. Your mother will kill you and me if we miss the wedding.' Mr Potter laughed.
'She can kill you but how can she kill me if I'm already-'
'Right! Both of you start getting ready! And for Merlin's sake, try and tame that hair of yours for once!' Mrs Potter ordered, her voice making no room for disagreements.
'Yes mum.'
'Yes dear.'
But his dad and James knew that the Potter hair just couldn't be tamed.
James went back upstairs to his room and changed, slipping on his dress robes and trying to drag a comb through his hair.
He tugged on it, but the comb remained stubborn.
James sighed.
Hopefully, magic could get it out.
So he set off down stairs in search for his mother.
No way was he asking his father for help dealing with this, he never hear the end of it.
Sadly, he did run into father.
'James, when will you learn? Mr Potter chuckled.
'Just get it out.' James whined.
Mr Potter rolled his eyes and flicked his wand.
The comb flew out of his hair and James gave a cry of victory.
Mr Potter laughed at him and looked at the clock on the wall.
'9 o'clock. We'd better leave now, if we want good seats.' Mr Potter rolled his eyes. 'DOREA! IF YOU WANT GOOD SEATS WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW!'
'NO NEED TO SHOUT!' Mrs Potter answered.
His mother entered the kitchen wearing a nice green dress.
'You look beautiful love.' Mr Potter grinned and leaned forwards to kiss his wife.
James quickly looked away. 'Eww.'
'Right, grab some floo powder and go to the Borrow.' Mrs Potter demanded.
'The Burrow?' James echoed.
'Yes, its Molly's and Arthur's new house they brought. They wanted the wedding there.' Mrs Potter explained, pushing him forwards towards the floo powder pot.
James grabbed a handful and threw it into the lit fire.
'The Burrow!'
He closed his eyes and kept his elbows in.
A few seconds later, he landed face down on the floor of the Burrows kitchen.
He groaned when his glasses smashed at the impact.
Laughter greeted him.
Really familiar laughter.
'Sirius!' he yelled and stood up from the floor.
'James!' Sirius replied just as loudly.
'I'd come and greet you properly, but I can't really see.' James told him.
'Not again James.' His mother said as she walked out of the fireplace.
Her non-verbal spell mended the glasses.
'Thanks.' He muttered.
He could see clearly now.
The room was full of mingling guests.
Next to Sirius were Peter and Remus who were grinning at him.
'Hey!' James greeted, leaving his parents and heading over to his best friends. 'How've you all been?'
'Alright.' Remus answered tiredly, dark circled around his eyes and fresh scars covering his face.
'Brilliant! My parents and I went to France!' Peter chirped.
'Cool.'
'My summer's been terrible so far. Parents have been awful and Regulus has been irritating. It's going to be annoying when he starts this year.'
'Oh yeah, he's a first year. Right?' Peter asked.
'No he's a seventh year.' Sirius said sarcastically.
Peter blushed red.
'So, how did you get out? I thought you said your parents would've allowed you to come?' James questioned Sirius.
It was true, Sirius had said in his letter he had sent that his parent won't let him come to Molly and Arthur's wedding because the Weasley's are Blood-Traitors. Sirius's parents don't like Blood-Traitors very much.
'Everyone outside!' Fabian Prewett bellowed to the guests all around the house.
They followed his orders and left the house.
A large tent had been placed in the garden, seats and the dance floor inside it.
They went in and took their seats near the aisle in the seventh row.
'How long are weddings usually?' Peter mumbled.
They shrugged in reply.
Arthur appeared at the front, dressed in his dress robes and shuffling nervously.
The music started and everyone in the room stood up, facing the back entrance.
The bridesmaid walked into the room, wearing lilac dresses and carrying white roses.
Most of them seemed to be Molly's friends from school.
Then of course…
Grace.
He had forgotten she was maid of honour and when they caught sight of her, James could literally feel Sirius's jaw drop next to him.
Grace looked beautiful. She was wearing the same dress as the other brides maid, but it suited her perfectly. Her red hair not clashing with it at all. (A/N: Sorry, I don't know if purple classes with red hair or not, but let's just go with it.)
Molly came after Grace, wearing a simple, but elegant white dress.
As Molly walked down the aisle, her father walking along with her, she smile happily and waved at everyone with her free hand.
Her baby bump was now clearly showing, it wasn't too big, but you could tell she was pregnant.
Molly reached Arthur at the end of the tent, and the wedding began.
The actual wedding had ended about 10 minutes ago, at the moment everyone was watching Molly (now Weasley!) and Arthur dance.
As James watched them, he couldn't help thinking if that would be him and Lily one day.
Speaking of Lily… he was sure he just seen her face in the crowd.
He shook his head, probably just imagining it.
But would it?
Would they get married?
Would… Grace and Sirius get married?
The guilt of ignoring Grace came back. It really wasn't fair on how they had been treating her. Grace was a good friend as well, and he didn't want to just stop being friends over something so… stupid.
Plus, Sirius had a crush on Grace, so Sirius would be thanking him later.
'Hey Sirius.' James said and Molly and Arthur stopped dancing and switched partner.
'What?' Sirius asked.
James didn't reply and just grabbed Sirius and dragged him over to the direction of Grace.
'Hey.' James said as they stopped in front of Grace.
'Hmm? Oh, hey.' Grace glanced at them and turned back around.
'Look Gracie, I'm really sorry about how I've treated you, I'm sure Sirius feels the same way. We were just angry and were taking it out on you.'
'We were. I'm sorry as well. Can we be mates again?'
Grace looked at them carefully to detect if they were lying or not.
'Sure!' she beamed.
And like that, it was suddenly like their argument didn't even happen.
Both of them grinned back at her.
'Care to dance?' Sirius bowed.
Gracie laughed and nodded.
James was now alone, watching Sirius and Gracie spin around.
'I'm proud of you.' Remus snuck up behind him, making James jump and clapped him on the back.
'I don't think I was ever truly mad at her anyway. I think Sirius and I were just taking our anger of Servark and how we didn't notice out on her,'
Remus nodded.
'You can't be mad at Gracie for too long anyway.' James shrugged.
And just like that, Grace turned back into Gracie.