Rain came spiraling down at the enormous Potter manor. The beautiful gardens outside the manor greeted the rain. The Potter manor
With its numerous passages and rooms looked splendid as ever.
James Potter sat in his room, on his writing table looking wistfully at the rain. He had hoped to go out and play but the sudden rain had shrunk his hopes. It wasn't like he had many friends where he lived. He lived far away from where people usually lived. There were people here too, but his vast house and gardens basically isolated him from the other places. He hadn't been to school either, though he was eleven…he didn't need school yet. All the important stuff was thought by his parents anyway.
James potter was not exactly normal. Neither is his whole family as far as he can remember. The Potters are a wizarding family, a wealthy, known and noble wizarding family on it. James had managed to get a few muggle(non magic people) friends by walking far away from his home, but it was so far that his parents didn't usually allow him to. He was itching to get out into the world, and meet people, make friends and put his mischievous ideas to work in places other than his own house, and parties that he attended with his parents.
He was just thinking about what to do now that it has started raining and was deciding to going out in the rain itself instead of dying of boredom when his mother's voice rang down from below,
'James! Come down here right now!', the usually sweet and kind Euphemia Potter s voice sounded angry and frustrated and would have compelled anyone to run miles away from her.
But James, knowing her mother and the reason she called, simply grinned. He got up from the table and sprinted downstairs to the living room.
'Stop running James and stand still,' Euphemia said as she spotted her son. With jet black hair that was extremely untidy, hazel eyes that reflected larkness and a mischievious smirk always plastered on his face, James was running around the living hall where his mother stood. At her words he stopped and stood in front of his mother, with a sober face.
Euphemia pointed at the mess around the couch 'How many times do I have to say you to NOT SET DUNGBOMBS IN THE LIVING ROOM AT THE LEAST!,'
'But mother-,' James said with as much as innocence as he could muster. But his mother was familiar enough with her son's antics to know when he was innocent, which most of the times he is not.
'don't even deny it James, this is the fourth time this week,'
James grinned,' well its getting more boring day by day with these rains,' with a stern look from her mother, he added ,'Sorry mom, its jus-'
He was stopped however as the front door opened and in came a slightly plump wizard with a streak of grey hair. The smile from his face faltered as he sensed the tension in the room.
'Dad!' James shouted in excitement and ran towards his father who smiled.
'What have you done this time James?' he asked rather pleasantly.
'Dungbombs in the hall again, Fleamont!' Euphemia answered.
'Ah, let him have fun Euphemia.'
Euphemia opened her mouth to argue when a owl swooped through the open kitchen window and landed on the dining table. The family of three rushed to the table. The owl shrugged its wet wings and held out its leg which had a letter attached to it. Euphemia took out the letter from the barn own and smiled with happiness, then looked at her son and husband.
'Its for you Jamie, from Hogwarts!'
Instinctively, james took the letter from his mother and tore it open,
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipments.
Term begins at September 1. We await your owl by no later than july 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva Mcgonagall
Deputy Headmistress
James jumped with excitement 'I'm going to Hogwarts! Mom! Dad! Hogwarts!'
'Congratulations dear,' Euphemia said lovingly,forgetting all her anger.
'Its time eh? How fast you've grown. I bet you' ll have an amazing time there.' Fleamont said ruffling James' hair.
James couldn't hold in his excitement. He was continuously chattering the whole evening. As night drew in , he ran to his room, clutching his Hogwarts acceptance letter.
Hogwarts is the school for wizards and witches in london, where they teach everything about magic. It is located somewhere in the middle of London. It is covered by magic so that only wizards can see it any to any muggle it would only seem as an abandoned building
I'm finally going to Hogwarts, he thought. Finally he can go out of his manor and meet new people. It wasn't like he didn't love his parents or his own home, he did, more than anything. But he wanted to go out. He was tired of staying inside, with no much friends of his age to talk to. The only time he met his age group was in the family gatherings and the 'pureblood' parties.
He had heard of Albus Dumbledore too, of course who wouldn't have heard of the greatest wizard in time?
He wondered how fun it would be in the Hogwarts castle, though he had never seen it, his parents and relatives had told him enough about it and he couldn't wait to see it from his own eyes.