A/N: Before we start I just wanted to let you know that this story will take us through at least until Fate's on Vacation, if not further, so enjoy!

Getting onto the Hogwarts Express was the most exciting experience of my eleven year old life. As my family made their way to the platform we saw Aunt Hermione, Uncle Ron, and Rose, and Hugo. I was glad they'd come to see me off, because they were the cousins I was closest to, and being away from my entire family was going to be tough. Of course, Victoire was still there, sixth year, and Teddy, but they were always together…it seemed unfair, that Teddy's best friend was there with him, but then I reminded myself that she wasn't for his first year.

"Have a good term, dear," said Mum as she led me to the train.

"Yeah," said Rose, looking excited, "I can't wait till next year when I go!"

"Me neither!" said Al.

"You'd better be in Gryffindor," said Hugo.

"He doesn't have to be," said Rose fairly.

"Yes he does," said Uncle Ron, as Aunt Hermione elbowed him.

"No, you don't," said Dad kindly.

"Yes I do," I said. I didn't want to be the first Potter or Weasley to not be in Gryffindor. "But I'm not worried," and I wasn't, "I'll be a Gryffindor."

"Well, he certainly doesn't lack confidence," said Rose, sarcastically.

"Oh, and you do?" I retorted, "If anyone in this family has a huge ego, it's—"

"You," said Rose, Lily, Hugo, Mum, and Dad, all at the same time.

"Hmph," I said, turning away and heading towards the train.

"We love you!" called Mum, and I turned around to call, "Love you to!" before getting on the train.

I lugged my trunk and Lynx, who was in his cage, to an empty compartment about three quarters of the way down the train. I put my trunk above the seats on the rack after I had extracted my exploding snaps, and set Lynx's cage onto the seat opposite me. I was playing by myself when a boy came in. He was tall like me, but had brown hair, and darker brown eyes than mine, which were hazel.

"Can I sit with you?" he asked.

"Sure," I said easily. I already liked him.

"What's that?" he asked, looking at my exploding snaps, as he sat down next to Lynx's cage.

"They're exploding snaps," I said.

"I'm muggle born," he said, "I don't know what that means."

"Oh," I said, before explaining the game.

As we played I discovered that for a muggle born he was extremely good, almost as good as me. Soon I began explaining about other wizarding games, Quiditch, Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, and magical pranks.

"I can't wait to try some out!" he said enthusiastically. I knew I was going to like this kid! "But I think I'd rather watch Quiditch than play." Well, you can't have everything…

"I'm going to try out for the team," he said, "I want to be a seeker."

"Cool," he said, "I'm sure you're great. You said you play with your family?"

"Yeah. My mum played for the Holyhead Harpies, they're an all female team, before she started writing in the sports column for The Daily Prophet (our newspaper)."

"What's your name?" he asked. I was surprised that I hadn't asked him his, considering we'd been talking for a few hours.

"I'm James, James Potter."

"I'm Steven Heartfield," he said, "Wait…you're Harry Potter's son, aren't you?"

"You've heard of him?" I asked.

"Yeah! I was reading about him in my copy of A History of Magic. So that means that Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley are your aunt and uncle, and Ginny Weasley is your mum!"

"Yep," I was used to the excitement surrounding my parents my now.

"Cool," he said, "So, you're uncle owns Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes?"

"Yeah, and to be frank, that's the ancestry I'm the most proud of."

We both laughed and soon began to talk about pranks we could try at school.

A/N: So there's the first chapter!!! Hope you like it! REVIEW!!!