A/N - So this is a fanfiction about James Sirius Potter II, Harry and Ginny Potter's eldest son. What inspired me to write this story was that 2015 is James's first year at Hogwarts. For the first five chapters, it will be one important day in James's life during each year at Hogwarts. It isn't until his sixth year that things really get interesting (the first five chapters will be interesting, but that's build-up and background purposes for our main character).

This story will be written mostly in James's point of view and occasionally another character. But mostly James :D

I will be posting chapters as much as I can, but I am in school, so the chapters may not be on a weekly basis.

Happy reading and I do hope you enjoy the story! Feedback is always welcomed!

Love,

Katsuria

It has been eighteen years since Harry Potter had last step foot in King's Cross Station. Memories sprang up as the early autumn air caressed his face. It seemed just like yesterday that Harry himself was standing here, waiting to board the Hogwarts Express.

"James, will you write us?" Lily asked timidly, hanging off her mother's arm. A soft smile played on Harry's lips at the sight of his eldest son ruffling his sister's hair, trying to assuage her fear of losing her brother. Albus tried telling Lily that he was still there, but Lily ignored him. James had always been her favorite.

James Sirius took more after Ginny than Harry. He had her bright brown eyes and high cheekbones as well as the Weasley's tall and lanky body structure, but unfortunately for him, James had inherited Harry's bad eyesight (but he wears contacts instead of round glasses like his father) and uncontrollable jet-black hair. It could be argued that James got his mischievous ways from the Weasley side, thanks to the influences of his Uncle George, but Harry personally blamed his name sakes. After all, James was named after two Marauders, who were notorious for their pranks.

Albus Severus and Lily Luna, on the other hand, were exact copies of their parents. Albus shared his father's infamous emerald green eyes and round glasses. He also inherited his father's humble and quiet nature. Lily's hair was just as fiery as her mother's, if not brighter. She, like her older brother James, also had a bit of mischief in her. But Lily was kind and vivacious and making friends was as simple as breathing to her. Which was why James, despite his excitement to go to Hogwarts, was afraid that Lily would soon forget about him. Who else was going to cover for him while he released a hoard of mice at the local preschool?

"Oh, it's almost eleven, where are George and Percy?" Ginny asked, searching Platform 9 ¾ for two redheads and their families. Harry secretly hoped that Percy did not show up in time, as he did not want a lecture from his brother-in-law about the dangers of Muggle automobiles. The horn sounded for the train's near departure and Ginny gave up looking for her brothers.

"Come on, James. On the train." Ginny said, grabbing her son's trolley, earning her a loud screech from the orange feathered owl, Clyde. The excitement that danced in James's eyes made Harry want to return to Hogwarts, but it was his son's turn to experience that magic that dwelled in the castle.

"Have a good year, James." Harry said, ruffling his son's already untidy hair. James pouted at his father, but there was a trace of a smile that was fighting to break through. Then Ginny swept in and showered James's face with kisses, not caring about what the crowd on the platform thought.

"Muuum!" James moaned, but he didn't push her away.

"Be good now. Don't forget to write us!" Ginny said, releasing James and straightening herself, blinking her eyes furiously.

"I won't, Mum." James answered with a grin before disappearing onto the train, his trunk in one hand and Clyde in the other. Harry wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulders as she scanned every window on the train, trying to catch sight of James one last time.

"He'll be fine." Harry said just as James's head peered out the window, waving fiercely at his younger siblings.

"He'll be fine." He repeated quietly to himself as the train began to roll away.

"Where. On earth. Were you!?" Lucy screeched as she walked into James and Fred's compartment, shutting the door with a loud bang. Behind Lucy and the compartment door was a large crowd of other Hogwarts students peering through the windows, trying to get a glimpse at Harry Potter's son. It was times like this that James hated being related to the war hero.

"Here." Fred said smartly, which made Lucy huff in response. Despite being cousins, James Potter, Fred Weasley, and Lucy Weasley looked nothing like each other. While Lucy looked like the typical Weasley with a lot of freckles and bright red hair, Fred had escaped having those traits. Instead, he had bronze colored skin and hazel brown eyes but like James, he was tall and lanky.

"We were supposed to meet at the station," Lucy said, glaring daggers at Fred. "We were supposed to get on the train together."

She sighed and flopped down next to her cousin, putting her chin into the palms of her hands. Like James, it was Fred and Lucy's first year at Hogwarts, so they had plans. At least, Lucy did.

"For Merlin's sake." James said in exasperation and shut the blinds to the compartment, blocking out the crowd.

"About time." Said the sandy haired boy who sat by the window, watching the trees fly by. Lucy tilted her head, noticing the boy for the first time.

"Who are you?"

"Don't try," Fred said. "He won't introduce himself. James and I already tried."

"Because you guys will laugh." The boy muttered, crossing his arms defensively.

"Aww, come on. We promise we won't." Lucy said kindly, peering into the boy's sea green eyes with her own blue ones. His ears turned red and he averted his gaze before muttering "Peter Parker." The three cousins all gave him blank stares. Noticing the silence, Peter looked up at the trio.

"What?" He asked, eyeing them warily. Fred, James, and Lucy looked at each other.

"That seems like a pretty normal name to me." James said. Peter's eyebrows shot up and looked at the three in disbelief.

"You guys have never heard of Spiderman?" Peter asked, wondering if the trio was messing with him.

"Spiderman? What on earth is that?" James asked, picturing a hairy man with eight limbs and four pairs of black, beady eyes on his face. The image made James involuntarily shudder.

"You know, the superhero created by Marvel? His real name is Peter Parker, but he disguises himself as Spiderman to fight crime."

"What?" Fred said, looking at Peter as if he had gone mad.

"Are you Muggle-born?" Lucy asked delicately. It was the only explanation as to why Peter was talking nonsense.

"Excuse me!?" Peter exclaimed, once again getting defensive. James cut Lucy off before she could say another word.

"Are both of your parents non-magical?"

"Er, yeah." Peter said, looking down at his lap. A grin appeared on James's face.

"Then we have a lot to teach you about the magical world."

The sun had long set under the horizon by the time the train came to a slow stop. Until then, Peter had learned that the new friends he made on the Hogwarts Express were children of war heroes, with James Potter's father being the most famous. It was because of Harry Potter that the wizarding world no longer had to fear Lord Voldemort's evil doings and also, Muggleborns like Peter himself didn't have to fear for their lives. That would explain the looks of awe that James, Fred, and Lucy were receiving from other students as they all walked down to the shore where their boats awaited.

Peter's story seemed insipid compared to theirs, but his new friends seemed interested nonetheless. Peter was born to two marine biologists, Trenton and Madilyn Parker. The two met while they were researching marine life in the East Siberian Sea. A couple of months later, Trenton and Madilyn got married during a cruise. Another nine months have passed and they ended up with twins, Peter and Mary-Louise Parker. It came as a great shock to the family when Professor Longbottom showed up on their boat in the middle of the Andaman Sea to explain to them that Peter was a wizard.

Hogwarts would be the first school that Peter has attended since his parents prefered homeschooling, but he was relieved to hear that his new friends were also homeschooled.

"Firs' years, this way! Four studen's per boa'!"

James turned to see the largest man he had ever seen, waving a bright lantern to lead the students towards the Great Lake. So that was the infamous Rubeus Hagrid that his father and Uncle Ron always spoke highly of. Whenever he got the chance, James was going to visit Hagrid to ask about Harry and his "interesting" creatures.

"What are YOU doing here?" Lucy shrieked. Curious, James tore his eyes off of Hagrid and at who was standing in front of Lucy. It was his cousin and Lucy's older sister, Molly, who was in her fifth year. Molly stood with her hands on her hips and chest puffed out, showing a bright, golden badge with the letter "P" on it.

"I am doing my duties as a prefect and making sure you first years do not drown yourselves in the lake." Molly said in a loud and proud voice, making sure that everyone on the docks can hear her. Lucy rolled her eyes.

"Please. I know how to swim. Now go away." She said, glaring at Molly, who smirked in return.

"Whatever you say, little sis." Molly said, before skipping off to boss other first years. Lucy's face turned as red as her hair and she complained about Molly the entire boat ride to Hogwarts. But James was not listening to a word of her petulance. He was too busy marveling at the stone castle that stood over them like a tidal wave. Its towers seemed to touch the starlit sky, giving James the sudden urge to ride his Meteor Three-Thousand. The sky was the limit at Hogwarts.

The Sorting Hat had barely touched James's head before it shouted "Gryffindor", which he was grateful for. After seeing the ancient hat take an eternity with Peter (who was Sorted into Gryffindor as well) and seeing the curious stares from the entire school, James wanted to get the ordeal over with as soon as possible. Stage-fright was really getting to him. James quickly jumped off the stool and made a bee-line for the Gryffindor table before he was stopped by the Headmistress.

"Y-yes, ma'am?" James stuttered, feeling himself wither away as Professor McGonagall gazed at him over her spectacles.

"The hat, Potter." She said, stretching her hand out. James stared at it.

"I'm sorry?" He asked dumbly and Professor McGonagall sighed impatiently.

"Give me the Sorting Hat before you run off to your table with it."

Everyone in the Great Hall bursted out in laughter and James realized that the Sorting Hat was still sitting upon his head. He quickly tore it off and handed it to the Headmistress while apologizing profusely. Then James continued on his way to the Gryffindor table, but not before nearly tripping over his robes. At this point, every student had tears in their eyes. James finally made it to the table in one piece and sat next to Peter, who was snickering at him.

"Nice going, mate." Peter laughed as James hid his face by laying his forehead down on his crossed arms. James began chanting; "Kill me now."

James tied the finished letter to Clyde's leg which read, "To Harry and Ginny Potter" on the envelope. As the owl flew away, its orange feathers prominent against the dark sky, Peter said, "nice owl."

"Thanks." James replied, still staring after Clyde as he shrunk in the distance.

In reality, after hearing Harry's story about Fawkes, who was the pet bird of one of the greatest headmasters of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, (and whom his little brother was named after) it was a phoenix that James desired. Phoenixes were not allowed to be owned by students, so his parents had gotten him the closest thing to it, which was the orange-feathered owl, Clyde. James was content with this, since the owl had become his best friend after three days of owning it.

"Is it okay if I use your owl to write to my parents?" Peter asked and James nodded sluggishly.

"Whenever he comes back." James said, before letting his whole body fall onto the four post bed. Fred and the other boys were already asleep, snoring loudly without a care in the world. Soon, James would be joining them, but not until he got over his embarrassment of being the laughing stock of Hogwarts (which James did not mention in his letter to his parents). But he was happy that he, Peter, Fred, and Lucy were all Sorted into Gryffindor.

This was the start of the best seven years of James Potter's life.