"So? Big day today Harry boy?"

The boy with a pair of bright-green eyes and messy jet black hair looks up to look at the voice from across the table. Despite being asked the question very early in the morning, the boy continues to chew on his breakfast nonchalantly, which causes James to chuckle.

"Nervous?" James tries to fish an answer out of his son for the second time, and yet again to no avail.

The scrawny boy raises his eyebrow questioningly before he gets back to his plate of breakfast before him. James bursts out laughing, a lady with red hair comes striding with a tray of freshly squeezed orange juice in her hands.

"What's happening here dear?" she asks.

"Someone is definitely being all twitchy by the fact that today is his big day," says James while smiling brightly at the lady.

"Is he now?" The lady has now joined in with the chuckle club, and the boy rolls his eyes at the scene, scoffing. "I am not nervous if you two must know," says the boy while concentrating on the French toast on his plate.

"HE SPEAKS! Thank Lord for that!" exclaims James, sending Lily to laugh out loud at the very reaction from her beloved husband, and that is how the Potters start their day everyday.

Harry Potter is the proud son of James and Lily Potter, and today their morning is extra hectic since Harry will attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the very school his parents attended back when they were of same age as he is now.

James is visibly excited of the fact his son will technically be his junior while Lily is just happy to see her son old enough to attend Hogwarts this year.

Lily walks over to Harry and ruffles up what seems to be his bedhead hair. "Don't worry love. You will fit in right away since you're your father's son," she says as she lowers her head to kiss Harry on the head.

"I'm not nervous Mum. Dad is just being his usual self – the oh-I-am-hilarious self. I bet he ate half a clown before breakfast." Harry smirks at his father, which James gladly reply him with another smirk, and Lily chuckles at the very sight of her boys.

"I'm glad to hear that love. What time will we be get going dear? Let's not do the last-minute challenge just this once, shall we?" Lily raises her eyebrow at James before she walks back into the kitchen, James' eyes trail his wife till she vanishes behind the door before he looks at the grandfather clock in the far corner of the dining room.

"Perhaps the next hour. How's that sound love?" he asks loudly, and he hears a loud "Sounds good!" from the next room.

"Dad?"

James shifts his eyes onto his son. "Yes? What is it son?"

"Where do you think I belonged in?"

"Why? Are you already bored to be part of the infamous Potter family?" James chuckles teasingly and Harry snorts at his father's lame joke. "Never mind then old man." Harry continues eating his breakfast quietly in his seat.

James lets out a soft chuckle. "Why? Which house are you afraid of Harry?"

Harry continues chewing the food in his mouth, but James knows his son too well; Harry heard his question and he is thinking on how to reply to that.

"I don't particularly afraid of any houses," says Harry, almost whispering to himself. "But, you know… at least I want to be in Slytherin just like you."

"And becomes the next cunning and ambitious Potter? Living up the family glory?" James laughs, Harry simply shrugs. "You turned out great. So, I don't see why I can't be in the same house as you were?"

James softly stares at his only son and smiles. "Whichever house you'll be in, I know you will do great."

Harry stares back at his father and his smile spreads wider. That is what Harry wanted to hear from his parents. He doesn't like the idea of being a let-down to his father when his father is a great man in his life and he was in Slytherin house. Harry is determined to be in Slytherin by hook by crook. Slytherin is Potter's way of life.