Authors note: I don't own any of the characters in this story they all belong to J. K. Rowling.
I am a phonetic speller so I apologize if there are any spelling mistakes that I have missed when going over this.
Marauders era harry potter
Thousands of students all crammed together on one platform, though none of them could be considered "normal" none more so than James Potter: a medium sized boy with messy brown hair, glowing blue eyes and round rim glasses. James had been waiting on the platform for hours he couldn't wait to see the fabled Hogwarts Express of his parent's tales. Thoughts crossed his mind of how the train ran and what it looked like whether it was the immaculate shining ruby red and glistening gold which he dreamed of seeing since he first showed signs of magical ability and his parents told him the stories of the train. When suddenly the long awaited screech of train breaks and the whistle of a steam engine and James jumped up so quickly that his parents were nearly knocked over by him, he was ecstatic he couldn't believe his ears the sounds he had dreamed of hearing were all flushing into life. He hurried over to place his trunk into the storage carriage and hurried to hug his parents' goodbye and say that he would write to them monthly. He got into his carriage and pulled the window down to wave his mum and dad goodbye as he steamed away from the station.