The Potters Story
"The only family he has" said Dumbledore as he held the baby harry in his arms. However, this was not the truth. No one knew the Potters story. No one cared, not when Harry was so famous. So it remained hidden. Until now.
A tiny baby, laughing up from his cot. Coloured puffs of smoke swirling from the tip of a wand spiralling round his head. A memory, not to be forgotten. His mother smiling down at him. Dark brown eyes rimmed with dark lashes blinked twice, slowly dozing off to sleep, slowly, gently… A SNEEZE. Wide-awake now. James Potter giggled up at his mother. Two years old and already a trouble.
A happy childhood passed quickly for James. His mother always looking after him. No father. He often wondered if his father was dead, or if he had just left. January 9th. Still half asleep he clambered down the old rickety staircase in their little cottage. Upon reaching the bottom he found himself swept into a big hug by his mother. "Congratulations" she cried. Looking confused James allowed himself to be dragged into the kitchen. On the table was a letter. James was even more confused they never got mail. Now he was excited. With trembling hands he turned over the letter to find the red seal of "Hogwarts!" He tore open the letter and began to read…