James will be OOC in the first few chapters. There is a reason. Just wait a bit.
James Potter walked into his bedroom at nine 'o' clock on the 27th of March. His eleventh birthday party had just ended. He had had fun with his friends, though they hadn't been able to go outside like they wished because of rain.
He looked at the foot of his bed. Sitting there was a wrapped present. That was weird. He thought he'd gotten all of his presents. He unwrapped it to reveal a dusty-looking leather-bound book. He opened it, wondering what it could be. A note in his mother's handwriting fluttered to the floor. He saw the same handwriting inside. He slammed the book shut. He didn't think his mother would appreciate him reading something she wrote in what looked like a journal. But, it had been wrapped... He decided to read the note. Maybe that would tell him what to do.
James, I decided to give this to you. It was given to me at my own eleventh birthday. It details a tradition in our family. Once starting at Hogwarts, we change the way we act towards others. You could call it a personality change. If you decide to continue the tradition, please write your experiences in this journal. It's quite fun to go back over it later in life, and also, it is a wonderful thing for the next generation. If you want to read all the entries, come tell me. I'll give you the older journals.
A small smile came across his face as he read her note. He wasn't quite sure if he would do it, or how his personality would change, but it certainly sounded interesting. He picked up the journal and began to read.
His mother's entries did end up amusing him greatly. It was a thick journal, so he also had the opportunity to read about his grandfather's adventures. He ended up reading until midnight. He did like to read, but he usually didn't get so caught up that he didn't notice the time passing. It was a nice but strange feeling. He hadn't quite gotten through his grandfather's entries when he fell to sleep.
The next morning, he woke up and headed down to eat breakfast. When he had finished, he asked his mother for the other journals. He put them in his room before heading out to play with his friends. By the end of the day, he had decided to go through with the family tradition. Hogwarts, watch out.
This is just a prologue. The other chapters will be longer. Also, it's my birthday! I'm fourteen! I feel really stupid after writing that, but oh well!