James Sirius Potter was sprawled out across his bed, his sheets perfectly made by himself earlier that morning, as he read over his Hogwarts letter one more time making sure he had everything. James looked over as he heard his owl Merlin fly through the window and jumped up to grab the letter from him and put him back in his cage to drink. A grin spread across his face as he unrolled the parchment and plopped back down on his bed to read.

Dear James,

I hope your summer has gone well, feels like I haven't seen you in forever! I wish I could have come for your birthday but we only just got back from France last night. I hope you liked your present. Have you read The Prophet yet? I don't know what I'm gonna do. I'm going to Diagon Alley Friday hopefully I'll see you there, if not save me a seat on the train.

See you soon,

Ryan Nott.

James read the letter over again wondering what had Ryan so flustered. He shrugged it off for now reminding himself to get a hold of that paper later. He couldn't wait to get back to Hogwarts.

Just then the door opened, pulling James out of his thoughts. His brother Albus was standing in the door way staring disappointingly at the freshly painted green walls with new silver accents highlighting the room. "Dad said to tell you we're leaving in twenty minutes." And with that he shut the door, walking away. James rolled his eyes as he got up gathering his things. Every year right before school started his whole family was whisked off to their grandparents for an end of the summer barbeque. And every year he tried to get out of it but never succeeded.

Placing his trunk on his bed, James threw a few last minute items in for Hogwarts before putting it off to the side and heading down to the kitchen for breakfast. "Good morning James." His father, Harry was sitting at the kitchen table going through paper work. "Hurry up and eat so we won't be late." James nodded grabbing a piece of toast and shoved it in his mouth. He would have to ask his dad about that Prophet article later.

Soon after the whole family was off on their way to the Burrow. James couldn't wait until his next birthday so he could finally use magic outside of school, then he would be able to apparate himself to these things. Many people in his year will be turning 17 this school year, but being one of the youngest in 6th year he would have to wait until next August. James smiled politely as his grandparents came over to hug him and left with his parents smiling at all his aunts and uncles and ignoring the looks his cousins always gave him.

Finally James looked up with a grin as Teddy Lupin, his dad's godson, took a seat next to him. "Hey Teddy."

"Hey Jamie." Teddy looked at him then back over to Harry. Normally if anyone called him Jamie he would hex them into next week but Teddy and his father were the only ones who were allowed to call him anything other than James.

"Did you read that Prophet article this morning?" James's head snapped up as he listened in.

"Yeah," Teddy nodded wearing a mixture of emotions, "that's why I was late. I got called in this morning. They fired me."

James looked over at Teddy wide eyed then over at his dad who looked absolutely furious. "They can't do that!" He jumped up out of his chair annoyed "They can't, you aren't even…"

"What happened?" James looked between the two starting to get an idea of what happened anyway. His dad but his lip before handing over that morning copy of The Daily Prophet. The article talked about a large increase in werewolf attacks and the new law being placed as a result. It was ridiculous and the more he thought about it, the madder he became. "No!" he practically screamed in annoyance. "They can't do that Teddy! We won't let them, you aren't even a werewolf."

"I know but apparently the laws are about their children as well since the ministry doesn't really know enough about us to feel safe. There aren't many werewolves who have kids James."

"But this whole law is stupid!"

"I know but there isn't anything I can do about it right now. I'll just have to find a new job."

"It's not right." Harry spoke up "I've never seen prejudices this bad."

"Things weren't even this bad when You-know-who was around." James's granddad Arthur added "Either time."

Suddenly James remembered that letter he got that morning and stood up. If things were really that bad Ryan could be expelled. No one had ever realized just how much James Sirius Potter lived up to his name. They had never been able to look past the point that a Potter was in Slytherin to get it through their heads. He had gone against his family but he was like his two name sakes in many ways. He and his three best friends were inseparable. They four mischief makers did everything together and always stood by each other. They always stuck up for James when one of his cousins would get on him for not being in Gryffindor but in return they were all there for Ryan Nott. Something about the name James Potter must attract werewolves because in their third year the other three confronted their friend about his secret.

James ran off the table trying as best as he could to draw any attention away from himself as he made his way toward the fireplace. When Mr. Avery answered the call he was knocked completely out of the way by his son who had obviously just found the same news.

"Sullivan, we have a huge problem." Just because he was a Slytherin, that didn't mean James was a bad person.