30 Years Later
I woke up to the sound of Ginny yelling for me.
"Dear, there is an owl here for you! It looks like it's from Hogwarts!"
I fell out of bed and slowly walked downstairs. Our old house creaked by every step I took. A thought then crossed his mind; Could it be an invitation to the school? Are they asking me to teach? I was ecstatic by the thought of returning to Hogwarts.
I reached the downstairs and the furious look on Ginny's face took my smile away.
"Ginny, what is it? What happened?" I asked. She handed the letter to me and glared at it over my shoulder.
The letter read:
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Potter,
We must inform you that your son, James Sirius Potter, has been in after school detention everyday for the past three days and will return everyday until you come to Hogwarts to sort this out.
Sorry to disturb you,
Minerva McGonagall
How could James already possibly be in trouble? I thought. I had warned him not to mess with anyone, including his brother, before he set foot on the Hogwarts Express. Usually James only stays in detention after school for one day, but three?! What could he have done?
I used to be a troublemaker myself in school but I was never in detention for that long. Except for maybe in my fifth year at Hogwarts when Dolores Umbridge (Dumbridge as I like to call her) punished me for revealing Voldemort was alive.
Dumbridge was a pink loving, children hating, woman who worked for evil at the Ministry of Magic.
I quickly erased the thought of Dumbridge from my mind and grabbed my coat.
"Darling, it won't be that cold at the Ministry of Magic, leave your coat here." Ginny protested.
"It will be cold in Hogsmeade. I'm skipping work and going straight to Hogwarts. I don't have any idea as to what type of trouble James could have caused this time. Aren't you coming?" I asked.
"Definitely." Ginny replied. With that, Ginny and I set off to Hogwarts on their Firebolt's.
I WOULD at least be visiting Hogwarts again, but for all the wrong reasons.