My only disclaimer for this story: Me no own HP. Go bother someone else.

James Sirius Potter would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous.

Granted, he was going to Hogwarts, and was the son of the infamous Harry Potter, but he figured if he was nervous, the Sorting Hat would put him in Slytherin (even though that doesn't make sense). He desperately didn't want to be there,so he tried to stay calm.

James was alone on the train, what with his siblings and Rose being younger than him, and his other cousins all at least three years older, so they wouldn't be caught dead with an "Ickle firstie".

James sat in his empty compartment, fiddling with his glasses, when a boy sprinted in. He slid under the seats. James was very confused until he saw 4 humongous 7th years pass by his compartment. He arranged his face in a nonchalant expression.

The biggest one opened the door.

"Have you seen a first year run by?" His tone was menacing, demanding. James tried to look scared and said, "I think I s-saw him r-run by." The 7th year appeared to have believed him, and slammed the door with a bang. After they left, James spoke.

"You can come out now." The boy crawled out, his blond hair tousled over his electric blue eyes.

"What's your name? I'm Edward Nemga" Said the boy. He obviously didn't lack confidence. He did however, look around nervously and rub a scar running from his ear to his collarbone

"James Potter" replied James, adjusting his glasses over his hazel eyes.

"Really? The James Potter, son of Harry Potter and all that?" Edward was so excited, James rolled his eyes.

"No. I've never heard of him-of course that's my dad, who else would it be?"

"I dunno. Me mum's a witch, a year above Harry. Her name was Mary Macadue, but she married my dad, a muggle. He's still surprised when she uses magic"

"Well, you know me, son of Harry and Ginny Potter, two of the most famous Gryffindors ever"

"I hear our herbology teacher is in Gryffidor. The head of house."

"Yeah, Neville Longbottom. He's a hero, killed Voldemort's snake, helped win the war" said James. It was a family story. Harry, ever so modest, always made it seem like Neville won the battle, even though it was Harry who defeated old Voldy.

That's when the compartment door rolled open. James whipped out his wand. 10 and a half inches, Cypress wood, unicorn hair, strong and resilient under pressure. He calmed when he saw it was another boy, but his hair was red, and he had the blackest eyes James had ever seen. He looked like a first year, like him and Edward.

"What's your name?" Said Edward, still pointing his wand at the stranger. The boy stayed still, and said,

"Alright. My name is Quentin Smith."

"James Potter"

"Edward Negma" said Edward. He lowered his wand. Quentin started speaking rapidly, excitedly.

"I thought it was very awesome when I got my Hogwarts letter. Very surprised to, considering I'd never thought magic would be real. I read all my books already. It's interesting, really, what a bezoar can do. It ca-" he was interrupted by James.

"Muggle-born, are you?" Asked James

"Muh-what?" Asked Quentin.

"Muggle-born. Meaning born to two non-magical parents" explained Edward.

"Ah. Yes. That would be me." Nodded Quentin

They stopped talking as they saw the trolley, loaded with Pumkin Pasties, Chocolate Frogs, Couldron Cakes, and other various items. James pulled out a medium-sized bag of galleons and handed it to the witch, telling her to give the, as much as she could.

Quentin watched James and Edward devour the candies and pastries.

"You guys are so gross and weird. Like the Lost Boys from Peter Pan."

"Wha Pe-er Pahn?" Asked James through an mouthful of Drooble's Best Blowing Gum.

"It's a muggle thing" answered Quentin

"Why don't we-" Edward paused to swallow a Pumkin Pasty, "Call our little group of friends the Lost Boys? Only Muggle-borns will get that, and there are like 6 muggle-borns in every grade. Not many people would get it!" He exclaimed.

"Are we friends?" Joked James.

"I like the idea!" Said Quentin, "Why don't we be the pranksters?"

"This is gonna be a fun year. Let's get planning." Said James rubbing his hands together. The Lost Boys spent the rest of the train ride discussing prank ideas, families, and especially tasting the treats. James was enjoying a chocolate frog. Suddenly, he stood up and yelled a "YES!" Dancing around with his chocolate frog card.

"Which one did you get?" Asked Edward, slightly questioning James' sanity.

"I got the Double Frog Double Card! Two chocolate frogs, and a normal card with a rare one! And I got the best combo. Dumbledore AND Godric Gryffindor!"

"Wow! But who's Goodrich Gryffindor?" Asked Quentin. They had already told him who the Legendary Dumbledore was.

"Here, have a look!" Exclaimed James. The picture was a moving painting of a man with shaggy, tawny hair and bright blue eyes. He winked at Quentin. Quentin read over the back.

"He founded Hogwarts? Wow! This man is amazing! The first head of Gryffindor House, named after him, obviously, noted for killing King Harold Godwin in the Battle of Hastings? If that's not bravery, I don't know what is."

"You can say that again" said Edward, throwing a pack of Ice Mice into his mouth. The rest of the train ride was spent discussing houses of Hogwarts.

So I realize I might be moving the story really fast, tell me if I am. I may have also gotten ages wrong, but I prefer not writing in every single Weasley into the plot. Peace.