Well, after finishing the seventh book, I just had to write about Harry's son, James's life at Hogwarts. It's my first fanfiction, so please review and leave helpful tips! thanks and I hope you enjoy!

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James Potter was standing in a vast field of yellow daisies. The sky was blue and cloudless. A cool breeze blew from the west, causing the flowers to sway back and forth like waves of an ocean.

He turned around in a full circle. There was no one else in sight.

"Where am I?" He thought out loud.

"James." A soft voice said from behind him.

The black hair on the back of his neck stood up and he whirled around.

Audrey Robinson was facing him, smiling sweetly. She had her hands clasped together in front of her and her light brown hair fluttered in the gentle wind. She brought her face closer to his.

James felt his cheeks flush.

Her lips came closer to his. They were so close…closer…closer…

"James, wake up!"

A pillow hit him hard in the nose, snapping him out of his dream. James angrily sat up in his four-poster bed in the Gryffindor dormitory. "What was that for, Henry?"

Henry Solomon was standing at the side of his bed, holding the pillow that he had used to wake James. He was fully dressed in his Hogwarts robes. "You're the only one still sleeping."

James rubbed his left eye. He was a bit angry with Henry for interrupting him right before he kissed Audrey.

He didn't take much time to get ready for classes, probably because James never bothered with his hair. His father, Harry Potter, never minded when James wandered around their home in Godric's Hollow with un-combed hair. He smiled to himself as he thought of his family. Little Lily Potter was waiting at home while her brothers were having fun in school.

James doted on Lily like a father. He always bought, or stole, anything she wanted. He was also famous for beating up Joey Blum, a muggle who once teased Lily at the playground down the street from their house.

"Hey, you ready?" Henry knocked on the door.

"Y-yeah."

They joined a small group of Gryffindor's who were walking toward the great hall for breakfast. As they entered through the immense doors of the hall, they could see that most of the students were already there.

Henry elbowed James gently. "Looks like Al is having fun."

Albus Severus Potter, the small first year, was sitting at the Slytherin table, chatting excitedly with other first-years.

James laughed. He remembered his surprise from last night when Albus was sorted into Slytherin. His had jaw dropped, but he wasn't disappointed. If Severus Snape was as great of a man as his father had told him, he was fine with his little brother being a Slytherin.

They took their place at the Gryffindor table. James sat next to Blake Wilkins, the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team.

"Potter!" Blake's loud voice boomed. "Practice today after class. You better be there!"

James laughed and jokingly saluted him. "Yes, sir!" He turned back to Henry. "Why don't you try out for the team? With a bit of work, you could be a pretty decent chaser."

"Nah." Henry reached for a tangerine sitting in a giant gold bowl. "I just like play for fun, you know. Besides, your dad taught you how to play quidditch before you could walk. My dad's a muggle, remember?"

James shrugged. "I still think you should try out."

Henry grinned. "Thanks but no thanks."

Breakfast was over soon and the students were dismissed to their first classes. Most of the Gryffindor third years, including James and Henry, had Transfiguration as their first subject of the day.

They followed other third years up to the second floor and into the long classroom used for transfiguration.

"I hate this class." James groaned as he sat down next to Henry near the back of the room. Suddenly, James slammed his hand down on the desk, causing Henry to jump.

"W-what the hell?" Henry stammered.

"This class just got a lot better." James grabbed Henry's tie and used it to force his head to the left. James raised his hand and pointed to the center aisle of the classroom. "Audrey."

Audrey Robinson, the pretty Hufflepuff girl from James's dream, was walking towards the front of the room.

"H-hi Audrey." James waved weakly as she passed by.

"Hi, James." She smiled. "How are you?"

"G-g-good." He replied.

"Great. Well, I'll talk to you later." She gave him a little wave and moved on.

James slumped back in his seat with a broad smile on his face. "She so likes me."

Henry stared at him. "You're a complete idiot."

"What?" James placed his feet on the desk.

"Because a girl says 'hi' to you, that means she like you?"

"No." Jeames held up his index finger. "She asked me 'how I was.'"

Before Henry could say anything else, the main door flew open. A young, tall wizard wearing dark blue robes, briskly walked towards the front of the room. He turned around sharply and slowly smiled at the class. "Welcome back." He said in a low voice. His dark brown eyes shot to the back of the room: right to James.

James smiled sarcastically. "Good 'ol Professor Damek."

Damek held his hands behind his back and paced back and forth in front of the class. "Because you're all third-years, I don't have any excuse to go easy on you." His eyes were maliciously fixed upon James and Henry. "I don't want any trouble this year. We're going to make this a very, very good year." He stopped pacing. "Is that clear?"

"Yes." The class murmured in reply.

James wasn't listening to a word Damek had said, even though most of them were directed towards him. He had taken out a retractable pen and was trying to carve 'JP+AR' into the desk.

Suddenly, Damek raised his wand and very light blue sparks shot out of it and hit James's pen.

James screamed as his pen instantly turned into a centipede. He pushed away from his desk so abruptly that his chair toppled over, taking him with it. They crashed to the floor loudly.

The class erupted into laughter and Damek looked pleased.

With his face red with humiliation, James slowly got up off the floor, rubbing his aching shoulder. Audrey was looking over her shoulder at him with an expression of concern and pity. He placed his chair upright and gruffly sat down.

Damek ordered the class to quiet down. "Isn't transfiguration wonderful, Mr. Potter?"

James flicked the centipede onto the floor and sank lower into his seat.

With a snort of accomplishment, Damek returned to his 'new-year' lecture.

James leaned over and whispered into Henry's ear. "Now do you see why I hate this class?"

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