Disclaimer: This story is merely a feeble interpretation of a great authors work of art, and none of the characters or places belong to me, 'cept for mabye Harry Potter Senior, James's Mother and...James's trunk, that was my idea, lol.

Chapter 1: The First Marauder.

The room was silent. You could feel the sheer vibration coming from the room, The anticipating look on his fathers face, the anxious look on his mothers face. With the Griffin Head letter-opener, a slim piece of parchment slid out of the envelope, embbeded with the Hogwarts crest on it. James looked at the snakes eyes, its sly and cunning glare staring back at him, seemingly with a want-to-prove-itself face. He took a deep breath, not daring to speak a word and unraveled the parchement.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to announce that you have been accepted to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardy...

James didn't read more, but gave a huge yelp of delight and threw himself at his mother as she smothered him with hugs and kisses. Harry Potter, James's father, had tears in his eyes, but said nothing as he hugged James heartily.

"I have to be honest with you dear," said James's mother, still sniffling from the tears. "The letter came so late that your father and I...we thought that yu may not have gotten in..., I mean the day before the train leaves for Hogwarts, isn't that a little late?" She looked imploringly at her husband, waiting for him to say something.

But Harry Potter just smiled and said, "Congradulations James, now let's go up and pack, you've got a lot of stuff to bring with you to Hogwarts." And with that, they both headed upstairs towards James's bedroom, in Godrics Hollow, England.

James always hated muggle transportation, but seeing as he couldn't apparate, he would have to take a taxi to Kings Cross. His mother and father, kissed him profusely and attempted (in vain), to flatten his untidy, jet black hair. Unable to acompany him to the train because of there demanding jobs at the Ministry, they saw him off at their expansive front yard. As he stepped into the green and white streaked cab, he took a last look at his home and his parents, and was driven away.

The drive wasn't long from Kings Cross Station. His father had gotten all his books from the Ministry, as well as his supplies. The Ministry strongly discouraged wandering about in Diagon Alley, so his father asked his Ministry associates for all the neccesary Hogwarts materials.

A sharp brake and his books sliding down upon his head told James that he had arrived at his destination. The grubby man at the front of the cab stuck out his hand agressively. James stuck his hand into his pocket and quickly extracted what looked like a small 10 on a piece of paper. The man's eyes stared hungrily at it as he snatched it out of James's hand and stuffed it into his pocket. The man then got out of the car and put his trunk and his other belongings on a trolley.

"Um..excuse me sir," said James as the cab man got back ito the car to drive away. "You wouldn't happen to know where platform 9 3/4 is, would you?" The man gave James a look of deep disgust, and could be heard grumbling something about idiotic jokes before drving away. James just shrugged and hurried towards the station.

There were so many people, it was obvious why Muggles couldn't see the wizards go into the station. Even James's owl, Perifoot, went unnoticed in the hustle and bustle. What was noticable was a boy with long, lanky black hair down to his shoulders hitting the wall of platform 8 as hard as he could. James went over to him, thinking he must be a wizard since he had a black owl on his shoulder, nipping at his hair.

"Umm, exuse me...are you trying to get through the platform?" asked James, unsure of himself. "Because its platform 9 3/4, not 8." The boy just stared at him for a moment, and then his face broke into a frown.

"My git of a cousin told me that it was platorm 8," he said angrily, but now grinning at James. "She even changed the number on my ticket!" James laughed and brought him over past patform nine. But when they both got there, pushing there trolleys carefully to avoid collisions with daily commuters, they found not platform 9 3/4. "I've got an idea," said the boy as he quickly swerved around towards platform nine. And with that, he dissapeared without a trace. But even with his undiniable swiftness, James caught what the boy had done, and pushed his way through the solid barrier.

A.N. -Look, this first chapter is really bad, but I just wanted to get James on the Hogwarts Express, and get the story to really start fom there. So if you've read the first chapter but not enjoyed it to the fullet possible extent, just give it a couple more chapters. Oh, and I'll need at least five reviews to put up a new chapter, 'cuz otherwise i think noones reading it.