"You've violated a law, and we'll make no exceptions! An official will stop by your home at twelve on the dot tomorrow to take care of your wand. Thank you, case adjourned."

James looked at a number of different people in business robes despairingly. None of them looked back.

This was the seventh time James had broken the law regarding exposer of magic to muggles, and now they were revoking his wand. James had got off scotch free before because he was a Potter. But this time he pushed the limit when he thought it would be fun to mess with muggles.

Oh how ironic his consequence was. Instead of throwing him in Azkaban, he would have to live a year as a muggle. He would rather receive the one year sentence in Azkaban that he deserved.

How was he to live without magic for a year? A whole 364 days? Without magic? How do the muggles do it? Better yet, what would he do for a year?

He had graduated Hogwarts as Headboy three months ago and was supposed to start Auror training in two weeks. And because they graduated Lily Evans wouldn't be there to bug or ask out! Too bad he had failed to whoo her. If he had, he might have had company to wait a year with. He wonders what she's up to nowdays.

He had never asked her what she was planning on doing once she got out of Hogwarts, and she never had told him. Maybe if he spent more time focusing on her instead of trying to get her to notice how awesome he was, she would be waiting to greet him at his apartment right now, to ask him how the case went.

Merlin, maybe if had whooed her in time, none of this would have happened! She could have stopped him from doing anything stupid.

Or he could have been eating breakfast with her than been goofing around with Sirius.

Speaking of whom, had to do two weeks' worth of charity work for the ministry, only because he hadn't cast the spell.

Now it was time for James to sign the contract. The contract wasn't a choice. These were the choices: Azkaban and no contract, or living as a muggle with a contract. The wizengoment had decided for him.

It wasn't a large ceremony, and James was glad for it. If he thought about his predicament any longer he thought he might scream.

He quickly signed the ruddy contract before they gave him a copy and he apparated (probably his last) home.

There, he sat down on his couch and read:

By signing this contract Mr. James N. Potter agrees to restrain from using magic from August 18, 1977 to August 18, of 1978. His wand will be confiscated from him Thursday (the 18th) and the ministry official shall change his appearance and assign him a new flat to live in for the following year.

James blinked, he must be hallucinating.

To regain his wand, and his ability to perform magic he must prove that it is worth using and he has a legit reason to do so. He must demonstrate how he will improve the world with his magic, and how it will benefit someone other than himself. As written above, his dead line is the 18th of August, and if he completes these tasks, he can skip the required three years of Auror training and move onto professional cases.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore (headmaster of Hogwarts)

Cornelius B. Fudge (Minister of Magic)

James N. Potter (as written above)

Bloody. Hell.

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