Chapter 1
Kings' Cross
James Potter looked at the large, dark gray wall between platforms nine and ten.
He looked bemusedly at his father, who gave him a soft push in the small of James's back in the direction of the wall.
Solid brick, James thought.
"James! GO THROUGH! Stop lollygagging!" demanded James's little sister, Lily. James smiled to himself at the thought of Lily, who was nine, forcing him, the eldest Potter son, at the age of eleven, through the dark gray barrier. James sighed, and eventually started walking towards the wall, trying not to think of what might happen if he ran into it at the wrong angle...or stopped to early... or someone had closed the barrier for construction…..the possibilities all ended in him going SPLAT like a big Potter-pancake.
But the hard cold stone of the wall never came in contact with James's face. Quite the contrary, actually, he felt warm sunlight on his cheeks. He opened his eyes to find a brilliant train station. Rays of sunlight fell through several sky-lights located on the rather high roof. Scattered around the station were different stores, those stores including the famous (and imfamous, depending on who you ask) Zonko's Joke Shop. James stared longingly at it, dreaming of all the new dungbombs and self-mistake making quills, only to be nearly knocked over by his family, who had jus come through the barrier, into a girl about his age. She looked around in shock at James, who had regained his balance. She had dark brown hair, nearly black, falling down to right below her shoulders. Her appearance was normal, James thought to himself. Then he looked at her her eyes, which were a brilliant blue, with flecks of navy. When he had nearly crashed into her, James thought he saw something more in those blue eyes...Something almost...Evil. James could not force himself away from that startling blue gaze, which, in turn, couldn't break away from his hazel gaze.
Eventually, a large man with rough, course hands, grabbed her shoulder and steered her pointedly away from the large family of Potters, the youngest of which was now whining to her older brother, Albus, to give her back the last crisp, as he had eaten the last six.
"James? Are you alright love?" came a soothing voice from beside him. He turned around to see his hazel eyes reflecting back at him, clouded with worry. "Yes mum, I'm fine." James answered evenly.
"OI! IT'S THE POTTERS!" came a voice from behind the young family, announcing the arrival of James's Uncle Ron, and his Aunt Hermione.
"It's been a long time since we've seen you lot!" Said James's ginger uncle, his blue eyes sparkling with happiness at the sight of his best friend and his family.
"Ron, you were at our house for Albus's tenth birthday, which was just a month ago" sighed James's mother. Being James's uncle's sister, James knew his mother was used to this.
"Now, Ginny, it doesn't mean he can't miss you lot." Said James's aunt.
Before the conversation could get any farther, a loud whistle sounded from a scarlet steam engine. "Hurry, Harry!" James's mother exclaimed "James is going to miss the train!"
And with hugs, handshakes, and several fusses and a bright red face, currently trying to hide behind the shock of dark hair over it, James was off to the famous Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Weeeellll?
It wasn't that bad was it?
As you know, this ENTIRE awsome world belongs to the EQUALLY AWSOME (if not more so) to Ms. Rowling
I own nothing but the plot and a couple of OC's. Be helpful, I need advice on writing, this being my first fic, so reviews are much wanted.
Thanks and goodbye from your favourite creature in the night,
BeastieoftheShadows12