The Life of James S. Potter
AN: I don't think I need to say it, but you all know I'm not JKR.
Chapter 1 – Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (Prologue)
"Merry Christmas!" James Sirius Potter couldn't help but smile at the shouts of good wishes which he heard called to him, along with his brother, sister and parents, from the many other members of their family who had gathered at the Burrow this Christmas Day. It was tradition, although he was half-certain that his Gran had started to regret starting this tradition for he was sure it had been difficult enough with seven children, but now seven children, six daughters- and one son-in-law, and all their kids. Poor Gran he thought. However, with so many people, Christmas – although hectic – was never not enjoyable.
However, something was bugging him. As it had since standing on Platform 9 ¾s. He knew – or at least thought – he was just being silly. But something inside of him, couldn't help but be jealous of his younger brother… or more precisely, how much his father likes Albus over him. Any outsider could tell that it was simply because of how different James and Albus were. If James had told anyone of his fears, they would explain to James that the only reason his father had spoken to Albus the way he did on the platform was because Albus was shy and far from confident, something James was in no lack of. Part of James himself knew this, however that part was shouted down by the little green monster within the thirteen year old.
"James," speak of the devil, James turned to his father. "What are you doing staring off into space." It wasn't intended to sound so filled with malice, and anyone who overheard wouldn't think it was. However, recently James had considered much of what his father said to him to be filled with criticism.
"Sorry, just thinking." Harry Potter looked at his eldest son. For James was not the only one who was unsure what to make of their relationship of late. It wasn't that he didn't love his children, for he did love them dearly: all equally and there was no limit on his love for any of them. For Albus and Lily he knew how to make that known. However, James was who he had difficulty with conveying it. He didn't know how to show his eldest son how much he cared. The main problem in their relationship was according to Harry, was that they had never seen exactly eye to eye – they'd always been a few inches off.
"Both of you stop being so serious, it's Christmas." Ginny Potter looked at her husband and first son, unsure of what to do with them. Ever since James had returned for Christmas, something had been off between them, and she couldn't put her finger on what it was. When Harry and James moved away into the crowd of people gathered at the Burrow she tried to forget the feeling of dread which had amounted in her stomach, but she couldn't get rid of it. There had been little bickers between James and Harry at least once a day since the holidays began, and Ginny had a sickly feeling that this was just the beginning. Harry had said to her the night before they had never seen eye to eye: "we're a few inches off of one another" was what her husband had said. However Ginny knew the real reason was that their eyes, were exactly in line with one another, and that was the problem.
Author's Note:
This is my first story, for quite a few years. So I decided to start off with a quick chapter, just to kind of set the idea for what the story is going to be about. It's going to be about James Sirius Potter, eldest son of Harry and it's going to start from here onwards i.e., the Christmas after the DH Epilogue which I've worked out to be in this story Christmas 2017 and the Christmas of James' 3rd year at Hogwarts. It's going to follow James' life, however a big part of it will be his relationship with Harry. I know that this is not much to go on, so I don't expect many reviews, but if you think it's worth one, please do.
