Bonnie: Hi

Bonnie: Hi! It's me! Well, for all you Harry Potter fans, you wouldn't really know me since this is my first story on Harry Potter: MWPP era without crossovers. That's right! It's Marauding the Fairytales! This one based on my favorite book I read in grade six: Ella Enchanted.

Takuya: Never heard of that book.

Kouji: Me neither.

Bonnie: Shush you two! Go! This isn't your story, it's Harry Potter.

Takuya: (Rolls eyes) we are so wanted, come on Kou-chan, let's go.

Bonnie: Okay, so, I think I should give you some background: This is obviously AU! Anything can happen and it has SLASH, which means boy x boy pairings. It has some straight pairings though so don't get too mad!

This new story I only created this one for JAMES' BIRTHDAY! Yup! Our favourite white stag Marauder was born on MY BIRTHDAY!! I'm so happy!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES POTTER!

Disclaimer: Doesn't everyone wish they own Harry Potter? I don't, unfortunately, J.K. Rowling does. The poor characters, they don't even own themselves! I don't own anything except for some of the less known characters whose names I made up as well as their personalities.

Summary: AU. MWPP When James Potter was born, he was given a curse: The curse of obedience. His life changes drastically as he copes with secrets, revenge, friendship, trust and surprising love. Future SSJP SBRL LMNB and mpreg

Warning: A word of warning, James might be slightly ooc in this story because of the changes.

Pairings: Future Severus/James, Sirius/Remus, Lucius/Narcissa and others.

Chapter One: James, the Enchanted One

Let's face it; the wizarding world is not a fairytale land. Of course, it has many aspects of a muggle fairytale such as beautiful unicorns and ex-royalty. Then, there are the mer-people who aren't as beautiful as the Little Mermaid story from Disney but they are mermaids still. It's all a part of the fairytale-like world.

We muggles know about enchantments and spells but in the Wizarding world, they can be dangerous. Muggles tend to think that enchantments last forever until they are broken in a particular way but they don't in the Wizarding World. In the Wizarding World, however, they are known as "Gifts."

Many Wizards and Witches know about Gifts. Some of them have been struck by a gift and some have been born with them. Few wizards and witches are powerful enough to actually create them but few wizards and witches have actually been able to get rid of the horrible ones, for you see, not all gifts are good.

Just to name a few before we start this story, some of the Gifts can be: parseltongue, wand-less magic, magical creature communication, dragon singers, lycanthropy, un-cursables, elementals and many more. Intelligence and cleverness are not Gifts. They are personality traits.

Nobody knows why James Potter had to be the One. Although, I think it's safe to say that Albus Dumbledore knows some of the reason even though he insists he doesn't. He merely dismisses them as guesses. Nobody knows why it was that on the night James Potter was born, he was sent a Gift by none other than Lord Voldemort. In fact, it was shocking to believe that Will Potter, the head of the aurors' division didn't suspect any foul play, despite being a close friend of 'Mad-eye' Moody. He and Lyra Potter didn't see the consequences when they opened an innocent looking envelope that was addressed to "James Potter" who was only a new-born infant at the time.

The envelope had contained a spell that flowed directly into James once it was opened. While it was traveling into James, the spell sounded a sound of a hallow voice that echoed, "THE GIFT OF OBEDIENCE."

Horrified, the Potters went straight to Dumbledore about this situation. The only idea Dumbledore had on this was that the spell was the Gift of Obedience and he suspected it came from Lord Voldemort.

"Please, sir. Is there anything we can do about the Gift?" said Lyra Potter, fearful for her son's future.

Dumbledore thought about what he can do. He was always fond of the Potters and would do anything to help them and their new-born son whom was innocent in all this. In fact, Dumbledore had many theories for Voldemort putting this spell on their son. There was one thing he could try…

"The Gift cannot be lifted but there is one thing I could do to help James." Dumbledore finally replied.

The Gift of Obedience is one of the hateful Gifts because it limits freedom and choices when a command is given. If the 'gifted one' does not respond to a command, they will feel unimaginable pain not unlike the Cruciatus Curse until the deed is done. Submitting to the will of others would've made a person shy, vulnerable and meek but Dumbledore sensed that James would not be like that, no, he will become a great person and Dumbledore knew he had to help James with it and he knew what he should do.

"I know a spell that can delay the gift for one hour." said Dumbledore, "I will administrate the spell when James comes to Hogwarts."

"Why can't you do the spell now?" Will asked, wondering why Dumbledore chose a later time.

"The spell can be dangerous to small children and infants." Dumbledore explained as James started to cry. "Besides," Dumbledore smiled, "obedience is something that will be tested of James when he's older. Stop crying, James"

James stopped crying immediately.

James' childhood was tough on him and his parents. If someone commands James to do something, then James will have to do it. Many times, a command was given without being careful and the consequence was hard on him but when James grew older, he learned to ask his parents for confirmation with a "do I have to?" look or question and they will reconsider their command. One example of a bad consequence of a command was when James was five years old and old enough to brush his teeth and wash his face independently. His mom was washing the dishes with a swish of her wand when she noticed James watching her spell casting intently or should we say "spellbound."

"James dear, go brush your teeth and wash your face." Lyra absently, without realizing she had made a command.

"Okay!" said 5-year old James and he went upstairs in a hurry.

A while later, Lyra Potter started getting worried. Normally, James would come down at around now in his pajamas after brushing his teeth and washing his face to say goodnight but this time, he didn't come down at all.

Lyra went up to see what was wrong and she found James drenched in water. Apparently, he couldn't finish washing his face so James had continued on and on with brushing his teeth and washing his face. Lyra realized what was going on and yelled for James to stop and he finally stopped.

James didn't know about the Gift until after that day and his parents explained it to him when he was should be able to understand.

"James, there's something your mother and I haven't told you about." Will Potter said to his son after hearing about the incident from Lyra.

"Is there something wrong?" James asked in an innocent voice. He had no idea about the "gift" or "curse" as it should be properly called.

"Well no… there's nothing wrong right now but we need to tell you now." Will was saying as he thought about how to tell a five year old about his problem. James couldn't understand about Voldemort, he couldn't believe that Voldemort was so evil even though he's been told about him. James was smart though and asked if this may have something to do with why he can't stop anything when he's asked to do it.

"You are a very smart boy, James. Yes that's exactly what we're going to tell you about." Will ruffled his son's hair in answer to the question.

"You see, when you were only one years old, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named sent a gift to you," said Will, hesitantly. James' hazel eyes looked up at his father curiously.

"A gift?" James said, "What kind of gift?"

"It's not the same kind of gift you receive on your birthday, James. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named gave you the gift of obedience."

Whatever second thoughts James had about Lord Voldemort vanished that day when he found out. He wasn't happy at all about the obedience thing but when he heard about the delay spell, it made him slightly happier.

The Potters' lived in Godric's Hollow where many other magical children played but James distanced himself from the rest of them, believing that until he gets the delay spell, he doesn't want anyone to know or take advantage his obedience.

Lyra and Will were worried how James will grow up this way without making friends but they supported their only son's decision. Through the next six years, they taught James the ways of magic since James had already shown his magical tendencies at the age of three. James was fascinated by everything and learned magic as much as possible and his biggest ambition came with his seventh birthday present.

James received an intermediate broom for Wizarding Children. Although it is bigger than the toy broomstick, it can only hover about as high as the couch top but James became mesmerized by flying. At every given moment he would take his broom out and fly in the house, trying to make dives and turns. Will suggested he try a loop-de-loop but Lyra abated the idea, saying the broom wasn't designed that way. Nonetheless, James tried doing just that since neither of his parents ordered him not to and he made a complete 360 degrees loop before crashing into a desk, effectively breaking his broom handle. It was the start of some of James' reckless personality.

Lyra was not pleased and told James to start studying his magic for now and James obeyed. However, this was also the point that James' talent at flying emerged.

The summer right after James' eleventh birthday, Albus Dumbledore visited the family, bearing a Hogwarts letter. Excitedly, James read the letter after greeting and meeting Dumbledore at the door.

"Mr. Dumbledore, why can't first years be allowed to have brooms?" James asked, slightly sad after reading his letter. Dumbledore peered down at James through his half-moon glasses and his blue eyes twinkled, "it's been a rule for a long time James." He said, amused. At James' dejected face, Dumbledore added, "but first years can have flying lessons."

James brightened and he smiled widely, letting out a cheer as Dumbledore chuckled. Lyra and Will came into the room to greet Dumbledore and James excitedly told them about flying lessons.

Even at age eleven, James could act like he was still seven.

Dumbledore performed a small ritual in the Potters' home to alter the gift. James now has the chance to ignore or obey orders but all ignored orders will have to be done after one hour. Hopefully it will give James some more freedom and whoever gave the order may recall it within an hour or overlapped with another.

Well, we could always hope.

James went to Diagon Alley to get his school supplies. James had only been here once before on a holiday.

Will Potter was away for a Ministry Meeting so Lyra guided her son through the crowded street of Diagon Alley to the Gringotts bank.

James looked into the Potters' vault wide-eyed. His family vault was huge, piles gold reached the ceiling and interesting artifacts lined were placed on stands in small openings along one wall. His mother opened another vault for James to use a private vault for school. She loaded up her bag with some gold and then took out another bag and gave it to James.

"James, this will be the money you can use at school ok?" She said to him.

"Yes mum," James replied.

Lyra and James went through a couple stores, buying his first year school books, potion ingredients and a cauldron, before they headed for Madam Malkins. James stood on the stand, waiting somewhat impatiently as Lyra spoke to Madam Malkins.

James turned to look around when his hazel eyes connected with surprised onyx eyes. Another boy with coal black hair and who was a little taller than him stood at another stand.

James smiled tentatively at the newcomer, "hullo, are you going to Hogwarts too?" He asked.

The other boy appeared to be startled when James asked the question. His black hair drooped in different directions and he looked away but replied with a "yes."

James wondered what was up with him before saying, "Great. Maybe I'll see you in Hogwarts then?" He said, smiling. Lyra was already finished paying for the robes and James leaped off the stand and left the store with his mother. He missed the forlorn look on the other boy's face as he watched James leave.

Quality Quidditch Supplies is the place for all Quidditch related things and possibly the one place James will be hooked on for the rest of his life. He peered into the store where they were displaying a Cleansweep 5 enviously. Lyra pushed James along and he reluctantly left the store, resolving to learn how to play Quidditch on a real broom and possibly make it onto a Hogwarts Team as well.

The last stop of the day was Ollivander's. Makers of Fine Wands since 325 B.C. James entered the dim store followed by Lyra. The shelves of black boxes piled until James could see no further.

Ollivander stood before them with wide, pale eyes shining. He looked to be about fifty years old. "Good afternoon." He said softly and James replied with a "hullo."

"Ah, and you must be young James." Ollivander said. He turned to Lyra, "he's starting Hogwarts this year isn't he?"

"Yes, he is." Lyra said, not containing how proud she was.

"Your wand, twelve and a half inches, alder with one unicorn hair is still in use?" said Ollivander.

Lyra smiled and produced her wand, "still in use." She replied.

"Ah good and your husband is still a very active auror? A fourteen inches wand, ash with dragon heartstring," Ollivander continued in the same manner. James waited a little impatiently.

"Yes, he's at a meeting right now." Lyra answered.

"Very well then, let's see about your new wand then Mr. Potter." Ollivander pulled out a tape measure with silver markings. "Which is your wand arm?"

"Right, I think," said James.

"Hold out your arm," he measured James from shoulder to finger, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to armpit and around the head. The measuring tape measured on its own as Ollivander opened a box on a nearby and passed a wand into James' hand.

"Alright then, try this one. 10 inches, beech with dragon heartstring and stiff, give it a wave." Ollivander said, watching James with his clear eyes.

James straightened himself slightly, gazing in wonder at the wand before giving it a wave. A crack of glass indicated a vase broken and Lyra winced a little.

Ollivander snatched the wand away, "here: 12 inches, ebony with unicorn hair." He passed another one over and James gave it a wave before shaking his head. Ollivander whisked it away.

James went through about ten more wands while Ollivander still whistles happily as though tricky customers make his store better.

"Ah yes, here we are, eleven inches, mahogany with phoenix feather. A very pliable wand, give this a try." Ollivander passed over what seemed to be the millionth wand. James took it and immediately felt very familiar with the wand; he stared at the nice looking wand in wonder before turning to look up at Ollivander.

"This wand is perfect." He said, and Ollivander moved closer to James. His silver eyes connected with James' hazel ones and James felt as though he was under scrutiny.

"Are you sure?" Ollivander said, his eyes stared more intensely but James stood his ground. Lyra watched them apprehensively but not interfering.

"Yes," James said, nodding firmly.

The bell jingled as Lyra and James left the store, having paid for the wand and it was only then that James let out a sigh of relief, glad to be out of the stuffy store. With new resolve, he looked up at his mum through his glasses.

"Mum, can I get an owl?" Lyra hesitated in answering but decided, "Yes we'll get you an owl."

And so James left Diagon Alley with a beautiful Eagle Owl in tow.

The morning of September the first was clear, crisp and perfect weather as the little family of three walked a moderate pace through the sooty station. One large cage rattled and the owl inside hooted softly. James had decided to name the owl Aurora because firstly, his owl was a girl and second James had no idea what to name her and thought about his father's job as an auror so he decided on the name. After all, becoming an auror was one of his dreams.

Will pushed his son's cart with James jogging to keep up as he kept watching his trolley. Onlookers watched curiously as the Potters wove through the station to the barrier between platforms nine and ten.

James took a bit of a run to get through the barrier and his parents followed through. They reached one of the entrances through the dense fog blowing from the scarlet train and Will Potter started loading James' things onto the train.

Lyra took her son to the side to talk to him, "now James, I know the curse might be a bit of a problem but I know you can do. I won't forbid you to tell anyone about it but I want you to take extreme caution. The professors all know about this so go to them if you really need help."

"I know, Mum." James said fervently.

Lyra let her son climb into the train and she joined Will in saying Good-bye, holding back her tears of sadness and pride. "We'll write to you as often as we can honey."

"Good luck son, work hard," said Will, grinning.

The doors were now slamming shut and James turned to his parents and saw them waving through the window. He waved back, "bye mum, bye dad." He whispered.

The train began to move and James watched his parents, the only real contacts, besides his owl, he had in his life, grow smaller and smaller into the distance. Isolation in childhood left him a feeling of being truly alone.

James walked through the hallway of the train, lugging his trolley and owl cage with him. In many compartments, he found older students chatting away with their friends, playing games and some were even sleeping. Resolving to find some first years just like him, James passed by a dozen compartments before finding a compartment with only one boy.

He had jet black hair that reached his shoulder, like James but unlike James' hair, his was straight while James' hair went in different directions and was a bit brown. His eyes held a mixture of excitement and worry on his handsome face. He was around the height of James, maybe a little bit taller.

James opened the door, "hullo, can I sit here?"

"Sure, come on in!" The boy said enthusiastically, "as long as you're not my cousins, I don't mind."

"Thanks," James said, putting his trunk away. The other boy watched him for a moment, "are you muggle-born?"

"No, I'm a pureblood."

"I've never seen you before. I'm Sirius, Sirius Black." The other boy said, holding out his hand.

"James." James said, taking Sirius' hand with a smile, "James Potter."

The two sat down, Sirius appeared to be thinking of something and James wasn't sure what to say as a topic starter. The sound of the train was all there was for all of two minutes when Sirius spoke up, "what house are you going to be in?"

James remembered his parents telling him about the houses and grinned, "My dad was a Gryffindor and my mum was a Ravenclaw but I hope I'll be in Gryffindor too. It sounds like the one of the best houses."

Sirius just looked at him and didn't comment and James didn't really think much about it. "So, do you play Quidditch?"

They talked about Quidditch for a while, sharing the passion because Sirius seemed to be hooked on Quidditch and took James through some really great strategies and tactics. James listened with rapt attention to every word and watched Sirius come to life talking about the sport animatedly. It got both of them excited to be talking about flying and the like. Sirius liked re-enacting his play by plays when he rides on his small brooms and James watched in fascination and joined in at times.

The door slid open but Sirius and James were too into the conversations to notice a girl with red hair slide in, covering her face followed by someone else. A moment later, James heard the word 'Slytherin.'

"Slytherin?" He said in surprise, "who wants to be in Slytherin? I'd think I'd leave wouldn't you?" He asked Sirius, who was lounging opposite him. Sirius did not smile though, "My whole family has been in Slytherin," he said.

"Blimey," said James shocked, "and I thought you seemed alright." Sirius grinned this time. James turned over to the boy and girl when his hazel eyes stared, startled into slightly familiar onyx eyes.

It was the same boy from the store.

TBC…

Bonnie: Hmmm... I guess it's not bad for a beginning. I'm trying to keep them in character. Will and Lyra I made up because I don't really think Jame's parents are Charlus Potter and Dorea Black. James would really be related to Sirius!