"James, your Hogwarts letter is here!" called a Mrs. Elizabeth Potter to
her son.
James looked up from the book he was reading, Qudditch Through The Ages, and grinned. Although he was a pureblood wizard, and had been told about Hogwarts all his life, it was hard to bealive that he was finally getting his letter.
"Coming mum!" James yelled, dropping the book and racing outside his room.
James was halfway to the stairs when he ran into his dad, litterily.
"Whoa, son, where's the Qudditch match?" Mr. Kaleb Potter asked his son playfully, ruffling his son's already messy jet-black hair.
"Dad," James whined, "do you want me to have the worst hair at Hogwarts?"
At the mention of Hogwarts, Kaleb's expression changed from happieness to sorrow. "James, come see me after you get your letter."
"'Kay dad," James said, not noticing his father's change in his expression, and running into the kitchen where his mother was preparing dinner.
"Mmm, smells good mum," James said, grabbing a envelope of thick parchment labeled:
Mr. James Potter
Berkshire
Godric's Hollow
His Bed
"How did they know where I was?" James asked, bewildered.
"Dumbledore has his ways," Elizabeth said, a twinkle in her eyes. "Now run along, I hear your father wants to talk to you." And with that Mrs. Potter shooed her son out of the room before he could stick his fingers in the Treacle Tart. James marched upstairs, his sky-blue eyes glued to his letter.
When he got on the second landing, he pushed the door to his father's study open and peeked inside, where his father was staring out the window with a thin white box on his desk.
"Dad?" James asked, daring to enter the room farther.
His father turned around, and James was surprised to see his father crying. "I'm so proud of you, James. You're going to be missed dearly when you go to Hogwarts," Kaleb wishpered to James, more tears streaking his face. "My boy, my James; you've grown up so much. It-"
"It seems like yesterday you were teaching me to ride my first broomstick. I know dad!" James said exasperly.
Kaleb smiled. "Here, open it," he said, passing James the white box. James removed the top and gasped at what he saw. "An Invisilbelity Cloak!"
James gaped at the cloak before throwing it over himself.
"I'm invisible!" he cried.
"Yes, son," said Mr. Potter, laughing, "that's why we call it an Invisilbelity Cloak."
James scolwed, but soon was laughing with his dad.
He took off the cloak and gave his dad a hug, who greatfully returned it. "Thanks dad," James muttered in his dad's ear.
"Not at all," James's father said, pulling away from the hug.
James turned to leave with his new treasure, but his father called him back.
"Yes dad?" James asked, pondering what his dad wanted.
His father grinned. "The kitchens are behind the picture of a fruit bowl near the dugeons," his grin widened. "Just so you know," he added quickly added.
James laughed, thanked his dad, and fled to his room with the Invisilbelity Cloak and his Hogwarts letter at hand.
James looked up from the book he was reading, Qudditch Through The Ages, and grinned. Although he was a pureblood wizard, and had been told about Hogwarts all his life, it was hard to bealive that he was finally getting his letter.
"Coming mum!" James yelled, dropping the book and racing outside his room.
James was halfway to the stairs when he ran into his dad, litterily.
"Whoa, son, where's the Qudditch match?" Mr. Kaleb Potter asked his son playfully, ruffling his son's already messy jet-black hair.
"Dad," James whined, "do you want me to have the worst hair at Hogwarts?"
At the mention of Hogwarts, Kaleb's expression changed from happieness to sorrow. "James, come see me after you get your letter."
"'Kay dad," James said, not noticing his father's change in his expression, and running into the kitchen where his mother was preparing dinner.
"Mmm, smells good mum," James said, grabbing a envelope of thick parchment labeled:
Mr. James Potter
Berkshire
Godric's Hollow
His Bed
"How did they know where I was?" James asked, bewildered.
"Dumbledore has his ways," Elizabeth said, a twinkle in her eyes. "Now run along, I hear your father wants to talk to you." And with that Mrs. Potter shooed her son out of the room before he could stick his fingers in the Treacle Tart. James marched upstairs, his sky-blue eyes glued to his letter.
When he got on the second landing, he pushed the door to his father's study open and peeked inside, where his father was staring out the window with a thin white box on his desk.
"Dad?" James asked, daring to enter the room farther.
His father turned around, and James was surprised to see his father crying. "I'm so proud of you, James. You're going to be missed dearly when you go to Hogwarts," Kaleb wishpered to James, more tears streaking his face. "My boy, my James; you've grown up so much. It-"
"It seems like yesterday you were teaching me to ride my first broomstick. I know dad!" James said exasperly.
Kaleb smiled. "Here, open it," he said, passing James the white box. James removed the top and gasped at what he saw. "An Invisilbelity Cloak!"
James gaped at the cloak before throwing it over himself.
"I'm invisible!" he cried.
"Yes, son," said Mr. Potter, laughing, "that's why we call it an Invisilbelity Cloak."
James scolwed, but soon was laughing with his dad.
He took off the cloak and gave his dad a hug, who greatfully returned it. "Thanks dad," James muttered in his dad's ear.
"Not at all," James's father said, pulling away from the hug.
James turned to leave with his new treasure, but his father called him back.
"Yes dad?" James asked, pondering what his dad wanted.
His father grinned. "The kitchens are behind the picture of a fruit bowl near the dugeons," his grin widened. "Just so you know," he added quickly added.
James laughed, thanked his dad, and fled to his room with the Invisilbelity Cloak and his Hogwarts letter at hand.