The Potter Family Diaries: Book 1

by NJCountryMusicFan4444

This is my first fanfic so please review! Harry Potter is offered a job at Hogwarts as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, much to the surprise of his three children, but little does he know that trouble is brewing in the wizarding world. Told in alternating viewpoints of the three Potter children.

Prologue

When snowy white, ruffled-looking Prince flew over the English countryside, he was very irritable indeed. He had been sent on three errands already today, and the receiver of this letter was bound to be as ungrateful as the rest. Why, he shouldn't even be delivering letters; Prince, the magnificent specimen of snowy owl that he was, should not have been flying all over England on the demands of some insignificant old witch. Yes, Professor McGonagall was the headmistress of Hogwarts, and yes, this was an important letter, but she had no right to throw him about without even giving him a chance to catch a mouse.

Finally, Prince spotted his destination. It was a noble little house, clean and dignified but comfortably and obviously lived in. Narrow but spacious, it was one of those houses that you could look at and instantly tell what kind of people lived inside. A friendly imperfectly manicured lawn lazily offered a perfect viewing point for a starry night. Broomsticks lay scattered about the front porch, and pieces of conversation drifted out through the half-open windows as Prince swooped in through the half-open back door.

"James! Give that back, I need it for Hogwarts! I'll never pass Charms without it, come on!"

The whining voice belonged to a young girl with striking red hair and an obvious air of charm and alertness. James, a tall, witty teenager with a permanent grin, shook the jet-black hair out of his eyes and leaned against the wall. The book thief laughed, handing it back indifferently.

"Only joking, Lil, don't get your robe in a tangle. Oh. DAD! OWL FOR YOU!"

Suddenly, a third child came tumbling out of a bedroom, nearly squashing a terrified Prince. Apologizing to Prince's indignant screech, the boy raced down the hall, muttering a list of schoolbooks to himself. Prince, ruffled and mortified at the treatment of his highly delicate feathers, nearly flew into the very man to whom the letter was addressed.

By now the commotion was unbearable, but when the man looked up, Prince distinctly heard him breathe, "Hedwig?" The man quickly shook the confused thought aside and began reading the letter. Exhausted, Prince hooted a sigh of relief that the message had been delivered. The last picture he could make out as he soared away was the very surprised face of Mr. H. Potter, 77 Applewood Road, Godric's Hollow.