James

By: Irisles





Disclaimer: Any names, places, or references you recognize are most likely copyrighted to JK Rowling. I do not, and do not pretend to own those characters that aren't created by me. So don't sue me! If there is something in my story you believe belongs to you, by all means, email me at Irisles@mail2gold.com and we'll talk. Thank you, and enjoy the story. -Iris



Chapter 1: Meet the Potters







As he heads his name called, a somewhat skinny boy of 11 walked groggily down a large marble staircase to a huge dining room, and sat clumsily down into his chair. Hearing his sister say good-morning, he grunted indistinctly in reply. He vaguely heard a swooshing of wings somewhere above his head, and felt a letter ricochet off his right temple. "James, snap out of it. You've a letter and your breakfast is getting stone cold," said his father, Ronan Potter. Choosing to eat before opening his letter, he reached for his fork.



"Mum, I need new school robes and spellbooks for class, and I could use a new broomstick, as I'm on the Quidditch team this year." said James's sister, Jules. In reply, his mother said- "Julia," "Jules." corrected Jules angrily. "Julia," his mother said more pointedly," Your broomstick is perfectly good. As to robes and spellbooks, we'll need to visit Diagon Alley in the near future." James's mother, Grace Potter, was a top Auror for the Ministry of Magic, as was his father. Aurors had become more needed since last year, 1977; a Dark Wizard named Voldemort began gaining power. As to Jules, she was a Gryffindor third-year at Hogwarts.



Feeling slightly more coherent and also finished with his ham and eggs, he put down his fork and turned to the letter. Seeing where it was from, his stomach gave a slight jolt. Opening the letter, he read:







Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry [pic]

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First class, Grand Sorc., Chf.Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International confed. Of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of al necessary books and equipment. Term begins September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress*





"Dad, I got in!" James cried, brandishing the letter at his father. "Well done, son!" said Mr. Potter, Beaming. Kissing his mother on the cheek with a hurried good-bye, he tore out of the dining room and up the stairs, taking them two- at-a- time. Skidding to a halt before his bedroom, he flung open the double doors. Striding in, he sat onto his desk chair and looked around at the familiar space. The walls were a very dark navy, and the furniture was mahogany. In the corner, near a window, sat a large golden cage containing an owl with shiny silver feathers. This was James's personal owl, Lucille, or more commonly Lucy. Deciding to send a letter to his best friend, Sirius Black, about being accepted, he took out his quill and a piece of parchment and wrote:

Sirius,

Got accepted to Hogwarts today. Mum and dad are thrilled. You got in too, right? Catch ya later. James *~*~*~*~*~*~*



About two weeks later, James had been dropped off in Diagon Alley with Jules and a hefty sack of Galleons. Their mission: School supplies James loved Diagon alley. Games, supplies, joke stuff, magical animals, and Quidditch stuff: this place had it all.







Jules and James decided to visit Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions first. As James stood on a stool getting fitted, he looked into a mirror. Staring back at him, he saw a gangly, raven-haired boy with blue eyes behind silver-rimmed glasses. His eyesight had always been poor. Looking behind himself he saw Jules getting fitted for dark velvet dress robes. She was stocky unlike him, and curvy too. She was very pretty, with the same dark hair a sapphire eyes as James, minus the glasses. Each of them buying several regular school robes as well as an assortment of dress robes, they moved on to the apothecary. After purchasing many vials of potion ingredients, varying in levels of foulness, they headed for their last stop: Ollivander's, to buy James a wand. After trying at least 30 wands, not to mention destroying a lot of property when waving incorrect wands. Finally, when he waved a 12-inch Holly with dragon heartstring, Mr. Ollivander announced that it was the one for James. He paid, and they left.



They were just leaving Diagon Alley to walk home to Godric's Hollow when- "Jules? Jules, is it you?" was yelled somewhere behind them-in a voice that caused James to roll his eyes- sounded like a person of the male persuasion. Jules grinned, winked at James, and turned around. "Parker! What are you doing here?" she asked. "Buying school supplies, you?" he answered. "Same," they entered a rather uncomfortable silence. To break the tension, Parker asked- "Jules, aren't you going to introduce us?" He nodded ever so slightly at James. "Oh!" she said. "Parker, this is my brother, James Potter. James, this is my good friend and fellow Gryffindor, Parker Martin."



James and Parker surveyed shook hands as they surveyed each other. James was tall for his age, he stood half a head taller than Parker, who was a third-year to James's first. Where James was thin and pale with black hair and glasses- geek by definition- Parker was muscular, tan, and sandy-haired with big brown eyes- hot by definition. Jules's eyes were darting back and forth between the two, trying to gage what they thought about each other. Eventually they nodded and let go of each other's hands. James looked at Jules.



"Jules," he said. "Mum's gonna go ballistic if we don't get home soon. And you know how far a walk it is to Godric's Hollow." "Why don't you just floo?" Interjected Parker. "We're not connected to the floo network. Certain precautions." Said James. "You're right, James, we had better get going. By Parker! I'll see you on the train tomorrow." She smiled, said good-bye, and the two Potters left, Jules blushing profusely.





((Iris's note: I know it's kinda lame, but you've gotta start somewhere. Please review, and I'll try and get the next chapter our soon- I promise It'll be better than this! -xoxo Iris))