Disclaimer: I have already dreamed that I owned Harry Potter, but I know that I don't.
Part 1 – James
A boy with messy black hair and black rimmed glasses rested on his bed, anxious. He was waiting for something he knew would come, yet he was afraid it wasn't. His window was closed, so he didn't realize when a giant brown owl arrived. It waited for the boy to notice it, but as he didn't it knocked on the glass with its beak. Young James Potter looked around, trying to find the source of the noise. Finally, he spotted the owl waiting patiently outside. He jumped and allowed the animal in. Once inside, the owl offered James its paw for him to untie the letter it carried. He did so and offered it some treats. He turned the letter around, hoping it was from where he wanted it to be. The back read:
Mr. James Charlus Potter, Potter's Manor, 3rd floor suite
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
He tore it open, as happy as when he first rode a broom.
Inside, there was a letter telling him all the details and another one with a list of all he'd need to start his year. He didn't even bother reading it. Instead, he slid down the banister to the ground floor, where his mom could be found haply reading.
Mom! Guess what just arrived? – He called, animated
I don't know… A letter from one of your friends? – His mom answered, without lifting her eyes from her book.
No! My Hogwarts letter! – James informed her, even more excited than he'd been a few seconds ago.
Oh, honey, that's great! – She said, closing her book and enveloping her son in a bone-crushing hug. – Now let me see that letter!
He gave it to her, his hands trembling with excitement. She read the carefully scribbled parchment twice, ignoring her son's impatient looks. Finally, she said:
You know you can't bring your broom, right?
NOOOOOO – Little James Potter screamed.