"Mom please. Only for ten minutes." James Potter begged in a whiny voice.

"Well I guess it can't hurt… But ten minutes not a minute more." James' mother said uncertainly.

The last thing James heard as he ran out of the house was his father saying, "You are too nice to that boy."

James ran to the shed and pulled out his trusty broom, a cleansweep five, he mounted and kicked off the ground. Although he is only eleven James is a great flyer and had known about Hogwarts for a long time.

James had just been making a dash across the field on his broom when he heard a great yell from inside the house, "NINE MINUTES JAMES! YOU HAVE ONE MINUTE LEFT!" His mother yelled.

He made a sharp turn, landed next to the shed put away his broom and made a mad dash to the house.

" 58… 59… and…" His mom was saying. James just shut the door, "60! Okay ready to go?" James looked at himself, his black hair stuck up in the back, his blood red robes were dirty and had a few holes and his boots were brown from all the mud on them. But he was ready, he was going to get his wand and other school things today as he just got his letter to Hogwarts. His mom tutted before sending a cleaning spell his way, cleaning off the mud and fixing the holes. James then stepped into the fireplace, he threw down a handful of floo powder and said, "Diagon Alley!" in a clear voice.

He walked out into a new world it seemed, there was stores everywhere and the light was shining in his eyes. Having grown up in the wizarding world he heard people talk about the alley but this was his first time actually visiting.

James jumped as a hand was put on his shoulder, "Welcome son, to Diagon Alley."

"Okay, Okay." His mother said stepping out of the fireplace. "First stop Gringotts. The big white marble one."

As they made their way to Gringotts he looked at the stores, then he saw one. "Ohhh, Dad can we go there? Please!" James said pointing towards a store named Quality Quidditch Supplies.

"We will see son." His father replied.

James then found himself at the base of Gringotts. The sight of this huge building drove Quidditch out of his mind. He entered past two goblins and his mom went to a free desk. A goblin too sat there. On James' left a goblin was measuring out stacks of galleons, on the right a goblin was sorting jewels from red and blue. The goblin they stopped in front of looked up and James' Mom said, "Mr. James Potter would like to access his vault."

The goblin replied, "Which one is Mr. James Potter." James stepped forward. "Now Mr. James Potter do you have your vault's key?"

James was scared, he did not have a key, "Uhh-h… N-no S-s-sir."

The goblin rounded on his parents just as his dad stepped forward with a little gold key in his hand. "The key to Mr. James Potter's vault." His father said.

The goblin looked on his list, "This vault has never been opened is that correct."

"Yes" his father replied.

"Mr. James Potter now has to answer some questions. This is for security and to check to make sure the records are correct. Now… First name is James, last name is Potter. Is that correct?"

"Y-yes." James replied

"Born March 27, 1960?"

"Y-yes"

"And you are going to Hogwarts?"

"Yes"

"Okay then. GRIPHOOK!" Then quietly he told Griphook something. Griphook walked out from behind the counter, he was probably the youngest goblin here. He was a couple inches shorter than most of the goblins and his hair was brown instead of gray.

"This way please." He said in a squeaky voice. Griphook reminded James of their house elf, Godric. James followed Griphook to a door that went off to a different hallway. James looked back and saw the goblin that questioned him was already with someone different.

He looked around at his new surrounding, it was very dark compared to the vast hall he just left and was made of grey stone. As James examined this place a whistle brought James back to the present. His parents were looking down the track so he did the same. Suddenly a light pierced the dark and a little minecart came rocking out of the darkness. His parents and Griphook got in, but James just stared at the little cart thinking about the weight limit and how strong the tracks are. "You coming James or are we leaving you here?" asked his father jokingly. James turned a deep pink and got in. Then they were off rocking away on the little cart. At times they would pass over chasms that went down farther than James could see. James started to feel sick and he didn't look like the only one, his father was holding on so tight his knuckles turned white. Then suddenly right when James was looking down the car stopped and James almost fell out, but his mom caught him and pulled him off. He looked around at the vaults as his dad and Griphook got out. Griphook held out his hand and James' dad put the key in his hand. Griphook put the key in the hole turned it and the door swung open. Inside must have been a hundreds of galleons, knuts and sickles. His dad held out a little leather bag, "Fill up." he said. James took the bag and stuffed it full of the money. Then one rocky and nauseating ride later he was out in Diagon Alley.

"Okay. Gringotts down, next stop is Flourish and Blotts." His mom said.

"Hey I'm going to run off to the Leaky Cauldron to get a drink." His dad said giving James' mom a quick kiss on the cheek and ruffling James' hair then running off, his black robe billowing behind him.

James and his mom walked down to the shop. James went from shelf to shelf getting all his school books. His mom went to wait in line to buy his books while he drifted to the back of the store looking at books such as Pranks to Fool Your Friends and Curse Your Enemies. There was only one other kid back here, then he laughed and James came over to see what he was looking at. It showed someone's tongue tied in a knot. James laughed too. The boy looked up and paused before saying, "Hello I'm Sirius Ori-... err… Just call me Sirius."

James laughed slightly, "I'm James Potter."

"Do you like pranking?" Asked Sirius.

"Well I never had anyone to prank."

"Really!? I always prank our house elf"

"I tried once on my cousin but I didn't know any magic."

The boys continued to talk about pranking until James heard his mom calling so he told Sirius goodbye and left.

Finally three hours later, at four o'clock, the only place they hadn't went to was Ollivanders. Together James and his mom entered the shop. An old man was behind the counter. "Hello. Ahh… Holly 13 and a quarter inches, unicorn hair, spring, wasn't it." He said.

"Yes sir." James' mom replied.

"SNAP." A tape measure sprung up and started measuring James. Meanwhile Mr. Ollivander was pulling down boxes.

"Now Mr. Potter you must understand that it is the wand that chooses the wizard." Mr. Ollivander said. He then opened a box and handed James a wand, James waved it setting the tape measure on fire. Mr. Ollivander put out the fire and took the wand back. Next wand flooded the shop. Slowly the pile of rejected wands got bigger. Four o'clock turned to five, five turned to five thirty and still James had no wand. "Tricky customer, not to worry Mr. Potter, we will find you a wand." He tried a couple more before he waved a wand and a jet of red light blew out. His mom clapped and Mr. Ollivander said, "Mahogany, eleven inches, pliable, excellent for transfiguration." James paid then left the shop.

As they left James' dad came up to them. Kissing Mrs. Potter on the cheek he said, "Sorry Euphemia got caught up."

In reply she said, "Ah yes I'm sure the line for drinks at the Leaky Cauldron was very long."

"Well you know… Tom's an old school friend." Turning to James he said, "Plus I got the young lad a present, not every day you get accepted into Hogwarts, right?" From behind his back he pulled out an owl cage and inside was a elegant barn owl.

"Wow! Thanks Dad!" James said hugging his dad.

Returning home James played with his wand shooting sparks around and imaging Hogwarts before falling asleep.