A/n: Plz read and review. Chp. 1. hope you like it.
I don't own anything in this story, except maybe the plot, everything else belongs to the great and mighty J.K Rowling.
James stood at the foot of a pile of rubble he used to call home. He was straining to hold back tears as a team from the ministry of magic came out carrying two covered bodies he knew were his parents. As they were loaded into a truck, a witch came over to him and put her hand on his shoulder. He stiffened, looked behind him and let out a sigh of relief as he realized who it was.
"James Potter?" she asked curtly.
"Yeah," he mumbled. Why did they have to bother him? Didn't they think he just wanted to be alone after what happened?
" The minister of magic has decided to put you into a wizarding foster home until the time you are old enough to live on your own,"
"yeah?" James said absentmindedly
" The minister believes....."
James tuned her out and continued to stare at the rubble he had called home. In mere minutes he had lost everything he owned, everyone he loved and his whole life. The witch from the ministry continued to go on and on about something, and James thought back to the life he had an hour ago.
He had been sitting in his room, reading the letters that had just arrived from Remus and Sirius. They were planning to get together the next day, and he was just writing them the final details they needed to make their plans final, when there was a huge bang from the basement. Thinking that his mother or father's wands had backfired yet again, James continued to write thinking nothing of it. It wasn't until he heard a struggle and his mother screaming did he sit up quickly and sneek downstairs. Peering through the banister, he saw his father on the ground, eyes empty and a man, covered in black pointing his wand down at him. Slowly the man turned his wand towards his mother and spoke.
"Avada Kedavra!"
James' mother's scream was cut off as she fell to the floor. Dead. James jumped up and raced into his parents room, not caring if they heard his footsteps or not. Unfortunatly they did, and chased after him. James ran over to the fireplace, threw in some floo powder and screamed "Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry" and then he was gone.
James came out of his thoughts and the witch dragged him over to a ministry car.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"Didn't you listen to anything I said?" the witch said looking exaperatingly at him.
"Sorry no," James replied truthfully. He was too tired to lie or pretend he had.
"Then you'll have to wait."
As they drove away, James looked back, and let the tears roll down his face. It had hit him like a ton of bricks. His family was dead, he had nothing left. He would never see his father or mother again.
And from high in the sky, the dark mark watched them drive away with what seemed like a cruel smile on his face.
"SIRIUS GET DOWN HERE!"
Sirius sighed and looked up from his suitcase he was packing. He only put up with this because he knew he was going to James' in a little while. James and Remus could cheer him up he knew. To bad Peter went to Spain with his parents, he could use a little hero worshipping right now.
"SIRIUS!"
"I'M COMING!" he yelled slamming his suitcase shut and running into the living room.
"Sirius," his mother said as he entered the room, "Run to Diagon Alley and get some new robes yourself. I know you need some."
Sirius looked at her suspiciously. His mother would never let him out by himself out of fear that he would communicate with mudbloods and half bloods.
"What's the catch?"
"Just go!" his mother said harshley, and threw him into the fire.
He disappeared just as the doorbell rang. Mr and Mrs Black shared and evil look before opening the door.
"Ah young mr. Potter, we've been expecting you."
James was opening and closing his mouth as though trying to protest, but couldn't find the words, as Mr. Black signed the custody papers from the witch, and Mrs. Black smiled at him, a great big evil smile.
A/n Plz read and review and let me know what you think of it!!!!!! Oh and if ya'll got time, could you read my other story and give me some idea for the next chapter? You'll see why I'm in a pickle with it.
I don't own anything in this story, except maybe the plot, everything else belongs to the great and mighty J.K Rowling.
James stood at the foot of a pile of rubble he used to call home. He was straining to hold back tears as a team from the ministry of magic came out carrying two covered bodies he knew were his parents. As they were loaded into a truck, a witch came over to him and put her hand on his shoulder. He stiffened, looked behind him and let out a sigh of relief as he realized who it was.
"James Potter?" she asked curtly.
"Yeah," he mumbled. Why did they have to bother him? Didn't they think he just wanted to be alone after what happened?
" The minister of magic has decided to put you into a wizarding foster home until the time you are old enough to live on your own,"
"yeah?" James said absentmindedly
" The minister believes....."
James tuned her out and continued to stare at the rubble he had called home. In mere minutes he had lost everything he owned, everyone he loved and his whole life. The witch from the ministry continued to go on and on about something, and James thought back to the life he had an hour ago.
He had been sitting in his room, reading the letters that had just arrived from Remus and Sirius. They were planning to get together the next day, and he was just writing them the final details they needed to make their plans final, when there was a huge bang from the basement. Thinking that his mother or father's wands had backfired yet again, James continued to write thinking nothing of it. It wasn't until he heard a struggle and his mother screaming did he sit up quickly and sneek downstairs. Peering through the banister, he saw his father on the ground, eyes empty and a man, covered in black pointing his wand down at him. Slowly the man turned his wand towards his mother and spoke.
"Avada Kedavra!"
James' mother's scream was cut off as she fell to the floor. Dead. James jumped up and raced into his parents room, not caring if they heard his footsteps or not. Unfortunatly they did, and chased after him. James ran over to the fireplace, threw in some floo powder and screamed "Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry" and then he was gone.
James came out of his thoughts and the witch dragged him over to a ministry car.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"Didn't you listen to anything I said?" the witch said looking exaperatingly at him.
"Sorry no," James replied truthfully. He was too tired to lie or pretend he had.
"Then you'll have to wait."
As they drove away, James looked back, and let the tears roll down his face. It had hit him like a ton of bricks. His family was dead, he had nothing left. He would never see his father or mother again.
And from high in the sky, the dark mark watched them drive away with what seemed like a cruel smile on his face.
"SIRIUS GET DOWN HERE!"
Sirius sighed and looked up from his suitcase he was packing. He only put up with this because he knew he was going to James' in a little while. James and Remus could cheer him up he knew. To bad Peter went to Spain with his parents, he could use a little hero worshipping right now.
"SIRIUS!"
"I'M COMING!" he yelled slamming his suitcase shut and running into the living room.
"Sirius," his mother said as he entered the room, "Run to Diagon Alley and get some new robes yourself. I know you need some."
Sirius looked at her suspiciously. His mother would never let him out by himself out of fear that he would communicate with mudbloods and half bloods.
"What's the catch?"
"Just go!" his mother said harshley, and threw him into the fire.
He disappeared just as the doorbell rang. Mr and Mrs Black shared and evil look before opening the door.
"Ah young mr. Potter, we've been expecting you."
James was opening and closing his mouth as though trying to protest, but couldn't find the words, as Mr. Black signed the custody papers from the witch, and Mrs. Black smiled at him, a great big evil smile.
A/n Plz read and review and let me know what you think of it!!!!!! Oh and if ya'll got time, could you read my other story and give me some idea for the next chapter? You'll see why I'm in a pickle with it.