Hello everyone, just a little reminder: I am not JK Rowlings so most characters don't belong to me. Jk owns everything and i'm just having fun imagining what could have happened. By the way, i'm french so don't hesitate to tell me if i make mistakes.

'That wand's more trouble than it's worth,' said Harry. 'And quite honestly', he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there,'I've had enough trouble for a lifetime.'

Sixteen Years Later

On this Tuesday of June, the weather was hot in England. For a month now, the sun has been burning every lawns of Cambridge's suburb. The noise of cars and buses' tires exploding didn't startle people anymore. It's in this stifling afternoon that a peculiar person entered in Grandchester for the fist time. An old lady, with a big black dress and a green cape was standing in front the sign indicating the name of the village. She had tied her hair up in a bun and her stern face was another proof that Professor McGonagall wasn't a person with a big sense of humor. The Scottish woman was here on a mission, she had to find the Andersons'house. If her sources were right, it should be on the main street.

The Anderson's family consisted of George, an accountant, his wife Lydia the school nurse and of their two children Cooper and Darren. Darren had just turned 11 three months ago. Nothing could have prepared what this visit would do to this perfectly normal family.

'Darren, you're a wizard' repeated Professor McGonagall. Since her arrival to the Andersons, the young man kept asking her to repeat herself. The poor boy couldn't believe that all these weird things that happened to him his whole life had an explication. And a quite crazy one.

'But why? How? My parents are not, are they? Have i been adopted'? he panicked. Darren was a shy boy, not very self-confident and unfortunately, his physical appearance didn't help him boost his confidence. Darren was short for an eleven year old, and his dark curly hair just as his big black glasses made the target of mockeries at school. However, none of that had affected on his innocence or his way to see the best in people. Darren was a really strange person, someone very special!

'Of course you're our son!' exclaimed Lydia.

Lydia had been silent since the professor had entered her home this afternoon. She had been quite surprised. Who would have thought that opening her door to a stranger would turn the life of her family upside down? Especially her son's life. Magic! Her son was a wizard, what a crazy idea, it was unbelievable!

'Don't worry Darren. Those are your real parents. Sometimes a chid from a non magical family, a muggle born as we call them, can be a wizard. It happens very often, you'll see that when you're in Hogwarts. In fact, there are three types of wizards: wizards born from two wizards' parents, wizards with a muggle and a wizard as parents, and muggle borns just as you.'

'So i have the choice, i don't have to go if i don't want to?' realized Darren reassured.

'Of course, you're not under any obligation of going anywhere. It's up to you. quickly answered his mother looking the teacher up and down. The choice is yours, Mrs McGonagall is just here to take you through yours options but if you'd rather stay at home with us, nobody will blame you, won't they?'

Minerva McGonagall agreed. It wasn't the fist time that a child was overwhelmed by the news but usually the worried ones were the parents. Indeed, children are more opened up to magic and to all the things muggles think to be imaginary. But seeing the way Darren reacted the teacher was glad that Lydia was holding on. She couldn't imagine what would have happened if both had panicked.

Now the ball was in the Andersons court. It was their call however Minerva kept thinking that it would be a shame if fear leaded Darren's decision.

'Your mother's right, it's up to you, be just aware that the school needs an answer before the 31st of July. An owl will collect your letter when you're decided. The magical world is some wonderful Darren if you know how to open your heart to it. I sincerely hope to see you again, my boy, i think you could bring a lot to our world. About 25 years ago i had a conservation quite similar with a young muggle born girl, terrified just like you, she turned out to be exceptional. She and her friends changed the world. Don't be afraid of who you are' exclaimed the teacher before leaving.

That day, people had caught sight of owls flying all around the United Kingdom. At the end of this day, every young wizards of 11 would have received their letter guarantying their admission to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. This is why Harry Potter wasn't even a little bit surprised to see his oldest son James Sirius asleep in front of the doorway, anxious to miss the mail. This year James will go to Hogwarts, school where his parents and their friends learned to use their magic. During all their schooling they had shaped the image of the Potters, an image of heroes, of fighters. His father, Harry Potter, was the most famous wizard and the most beloved in the world, he had defeated the biggest threat wizard had ever known: Lord Voldemort. His dad had won the war with his friends when they were 18 years old. James will have to prove himself and live up to the Potter name, so that could be stressful.

James Sirius Potter, surname of his grandfather dead to save his son's life, a warrior, as for Sirius, it was is great-uncle and his father only paternal figure, also killed on the battlefield to save his nephew. It was clear that James S. Potter was meant to accomplish great things, he just needed an opportunity.

'Hey little guy, don't you think you would be more confortable in your bed?' said Harry shaking his son arm. 'Come on, go to bed James!'

'But Dad, i wanna wait for my letter from Hogwarts, it must arrive today, you know? And i believe i should be the fist one to touch it' said the young boy with brown hair and big blue eyes, trying to be convincing.'Chase's dad gave him permission to stay up all night' he added.

'Good for Chase, but I am your father and i want my son to sleep in his bed, in his room so up you go. And i don't want to see you downstairs for two hours.' decided Harry. It was 5 o'clock and Chase's father irritated him. It wasn't the first time he put absurd ideas in his son's and in his best friend's head.

James muttered and started to climb the stairs but his father hold him back.

'If you want, i can go with you and i'll tell you how i got my letter from Hogwarts.'

'But shouldn't you be leaving soon for work? I mean, it's important!' James hesitated, he knew how involved in his work his dad was. As an Auror he could be away from home for days.

'No work can wait a little, you've said it, today is an important day. The Hogwarts'letter of his oldest son is very special moment for a father. Come on! he exclaimed going upstairs. Both of them laid up on James's bed and Harry started the story before realizing his son was already asleep.

It was 8 o'clock when James entered the kitchen and his letter was laying on the table. His father was surely the one to put it there so James wouldn't miss it. The young Potter boy grabbed his letter, kissed his mother goodbye and run out shouting:

'I'm going at Chase's, we swore to open our letters together, i'll be back later.' He was already long gone when he heard his mother lecturing him for leaving without eating breakfast.

Ginny Potter had inherited from her mother Molly Weasley, her red hair and blue eyes, her strong-headed character and her creed that none of her children should ever leave the house without eating first.

Chase Crawford lived in the same village as the Potters so James rang at his friend's door ten minutes later. Chase opened the door and both of them rushed to the boy's bedroom, just taking the time to wave at Mr and Mrs Crawford. There, James couldn't help notice that his friend had added another pictures of the Canons Chudley's team to his wall. Indeed, Chase was a very big fan of Quidditch and his father, who met often players with his job, always brought a picture back. The two boys sat on the bed and read the long-awaited mail.

Dear Mr Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. W await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress.

Followed shouts and laughs, James and his friend jumped on the bed singing 'We're going to Hogwarts, We're going to Hogwarts!' Then they spent the rest of the morning imagining there life over there. Life was finally getting interesting.

When James returned home, his mother waited for him in the living room with his little brother Albus and his sister Lily. Albus was 18 months younger than him and the spitting image of his father, with is black messy hair and his green eyes. He inherited his quiet and composed character, so James wasn't really surprised to see him busy reading on the couch. He was the first one to congratulate him barely raising his eyes from « Magic from XIII to the XXI century » a book he had recently acquired.

'Once you're at school, would you lend my your broom. After all, you are not allowed to bring it with you, are you?' he continued.

'I'll think about it' James muttered. He had received the Flamebolt last year as a gift and wasn't quite ready to share it with anyone, even Chase.

Ginny changed subject, trying to avoid any conflict between the two brothers.

'You'll talk about that later, tonight we're going your grandparents, your father will meet us there directly. And James, go clean your room, because letter or not, you won't leave this house before cleaning this mess.' she decided.

'You wanna see my room Mom, mine's pretty, not dirty, i even tidied up all my barbies yesterday. If you want James, i could help you, can i, can i Mom?' pleaded the young girl. Lily was the third child of the Potters, and with her seven birthdays she could bend anyone to her will. She had the same red hair as her mother and the big emerald green eyes of her father and his mischievousness. With her mother's permission, she grabbed her big brother by the hand dragging him upstairs explaining her plan for the operation « J. does the cleaning ». They were soon joined by Albus who had abandoned his book in solidarity.

Around seven, Ginny called back the children to the living room and took some Floo Powder to get to the Burrow. When James arrived to his grandparents, almost everybody was already in the main room. Indeed, only Percy's family and his father were missing. His brother Albus caught up with his cousin Rose who was playing tag with her little brother Hugo; they were playing under their mother's watchful eyes. Hermione Weasley was a brown haired woman of 35, very smart and hard-working. As Harry she worked at the Ministry of Magic in the Magical creatures department and fought for werewolf's rights particularly . Her husband and her were best friends with James'father. In fact, Harry, Hermione and Ron had become inseparable during their first year at Hogwarts and the three of them had shared the same adventures. To this day, the "Boy who lived" kept asserting that he wouldn't have defeated " Voldemort " without them.

Ron was chatting about sports with his older brothers Bill, Georges and Charlie; they hailed James seeing him enter the room.

'Jamesie, come see your uncles and tell them i'm right, no one can beat the Canon. 'Ron announced, he knew what he was talking about as the team's agent.

'He's right Uncle G, Uncle B, it's the best team in the world' agreed the young wizard. 'By the way, i've received my letter today, i'll be leaving for Hogwarts in september.'

'We already knew dummy, your father was so proud he woke me up this morning to tell me the news before going to work. If you could have seen his face, i've never seen like that.' admitted Ron.

James's heart beat loudly in his chest. He admired his dad so much, the hero of the Wizard World, and was doing everything he could to live up to him but it wasn't always easy to liven the Potter's name's shadow. Everyone was expecting so much from him and he didn't want to disappoint them.

The arrival of the latecomers stopped his thoughts, Harry had just stepped out of the chimney followed by his niece Molly and by Audrey and Percy, her parents. Lucy, Molly's little sister was in her father's arms soundly sleeping. The two sisters couldn't have been more different, where the oldest was the spitting image of her father and of her grandmother ( with whom she shared a name), the youngest one had inherited her mother's blond hair and blue eyes.

Molly was a real " girl on fire" with her strong character, her long red hair and her sparkling brown eyes whereas Lucy was at four the definition of calm.

At the moment, Molly Jr was in the middle of a heated conversation with the "Boy who lived" about her summertime project. Indeed, she was trying to bribe her uncle into convincing her parents to let her move to Teddy's, her best friend, until the start of the school year. Being Teddy's godfather, Harry was the best person to argue her case. Further more, Harry, himself had spend all his summer holiday at his best friend's place since he was eleven years old. She should be given the same opportunity however, she stopped talking to hurry to her cousin side and congratulate him.

'So James, you're a real man now, you'll see Hogwarts is great, the best place in the whole world. We're going to have so much fun now that a Potter is in the place. ' Asserted Molly ignoring the black eye her father Percy was giving her.

The rest of the Weasley chose this moment to step out of the kitchen, Molly Sr, the hostess first, followed by her daughter in law Fleur and her daughter Victoire.

Here you are, finally! Great, now we can begin. Rose honey, will you get your grandfather else he'll spend his entire life in this garage.

Arthur, Molly's husband, was a wizard who loved everything about Muggles and their way of living. His passion had even followed him to his work where i occupied a position in the Department regulating life between wizards and muggles. Indeed, no muggle could ever learn about wizard living among them, this department had for mission to prevent any encounter between them. But since his retirement a few years ago, Mr Weasley spent his days in the garage tinkering with the muggle troves he came across in his job.

So the young Rose went looking for her grandfather so he would not be reprimanded. The red haired girl run across the lawn and both came back home quickly. Rose loved her granddad, a man living in the shadow of his wife but always joyful. He reminded her a lot of her own father Ron, who she admired deeply. Her dad was her hero and don't try to deny it. Everyone sat at the table and the rest of the night was full of roars of laughter, congratulations and all things that could define that very special family.

So here's for chapter one, tell me what you think about it.