A/N: This is for the Next Gen TriWizard Tournament Challenge on HPCF :)
DISCLAIMER FOR WHOLE THING: Yeah, I don't own it.
"James!" Lily shrieked from across the platform. James rolled his eyes, and grinned at the pretty blonde fifth year he had been chatting up.
"Excuse me, I have a little redhead demanding my attention," he said charmingly, giving her a wink.
As he turned to head over to his raging sister, he heard her giggle and he grinned to himself.
Oh yes. She wanted him. Then again, who wouldn't? He was James Sirius Potter. His very name radiated pure awesomeness.
"James, explain why Lorcan thinks I like Nott?" Lily hissed, venom displayed in her eyes.
James grinned at her impishly. "Because I told him so. Though I have a feeling you know that," he said, pretending to think. Lily let out a strangled sort of scream and stormed off in the general direction of their mother. James gulped. Ginny Potter was scary in a temper. He glanced around, and found his cousin, Fred.
"Dude!" he greeted, shooting his Mum and sister a frantic look. "I have a feeling they're plotting my funeral."
Fred laughed, and said, "Why am I not surprised?"
James scowled, and asked, "You going to help me?"
Fred shook his head. "I can't," he admitted. "I've got Head duties."
James made a face. He'd forgotten that Fred was responsible now. It had come as a great shock to everyone when Fred had become prefect, and even more shock when he was selected as Head Boy. However, they could all see that he was going to be brilliant at it. He had his father's sense of humour, and his mother's determination, but he also commanded a certain respect with his presence, something he'd picked up over the years from his Uncle Harry.
"Have you seen Dom, then?" James asked, desperate for an escape. Fred cocked an eyebrow, and gave a roguish grin. "Why? Scared?"
James shook his head defensively. "Course not," he said in a falsely laid-back voice. "Just want to see my cuz."
Fred gave a bark of laughter, before pointing over at a red-haired girl. "There she is."
James gave a quick smile in thanks, and ran over to Dominique, flinging an arm around her shoulders, but slipping and knocking over a dark-haired figure, nearly bringing Dom down with them. However, she managed to grab onto a handrail and kept her balance.
"Unghhh," the stirring figure moaned from beneath James' arm. He rolled over, and Cassie Lewis, Dominique's best friend, came into view. A laughing Dom held her hand out and helped Cassie up.
"Honestly, James, you're hopeless," Dominique sighed as James tried to pull himself up, before collapsing and sending her a pleading look. He didn't want the girls of Hogwarts to see him on the floor; who would he flirt with? Actually, he didn't really want anyone to see him, even though Dom and Cassie already had. Dom groaned, and pulled him up, her years as chaser having made her stronger than she looked.
"What made you come over, anyway?" Dominique asked, having pulled James up.
He ran his hands through his hair, saying, "Mum and Lils are plotting my funeral."
"Have you decided whether you wish to be cremated or buried?" Cassie asked in an innocent tone. James made a face at her. She drove him insane at times.
"Alright, settle down children," Dominique said with an amused smile. Her expression changed, and she hit James' shoulder.
"Ow! Dom, what the hell?" he demanded. She rolled her eyes and turned him around, so he could see his dad coming for him. The shrill whistle of the train blew, and Dom glanced at the Hogwarts Express.
"See you soon, James," she told him, grabbing Cassie's hand and pulling her onto the train.
"Ciao," Cassie waved, smirking as James sent her the evils.
James tried to look carefree, but it was kind of hard when he wanted to jump on the train. Harry strolled up to him, amused.
"Well, as I can see you want to get on the train, I'll make this quick," Harry smirked. James nodded gratefully and looked at his dad expectantly.
Harry hesitated, and looked at his son. James was a pretty much carbon copy of James Potter I - apart from the puppy dog expression. James didn't have the expression his namesake had on moat photos, the expression that meant he was thinking of Lily Evans. But he was still just a seventeen year old boy. Harry shook himself out of his reverie and looked directly into his son's hazel eyes.
"This year," he began, "Hogwarts is going to be a little different. It's going to be a bit more dangerous, and I need you to promise me that you'll be careful this year. After all, your mother would murder you if you got yourself killed." He glanced at the scarlet train. "You best be going, James," Harry nodded towards the train, before clapping a hand on his shoulder and looking his son in the eyes before moving back to where Ginny was.
James stood stock-still, before hearing a female voice from the Hogwarts Express shout, "James, get on the damn train!"
Shocked out of his standstill, James leaped into action. He ran to the train, and grabbed on to the rail of the closing door, and slipped in before the door could close. He stood in the corridor, thinking hard. What had his dad been talking about?