Imi, you got accepted to Uni/passed your exams/whatever you brits call it. And I am so proud of you. So I wrote you a little one shot that might bring tears to your eyes but whatever. Congrats, hun. Love you 3

AN: This is an AU in which Voldemort does not exist. Therefore, Peter is present and not a jerk.

The day his son had gotten his letter was the proudest day of the young parent's life. He'd spotted the owl not far from Godric's Hallow and watched it with his son as the bird swooped into the window, dropping the envelop in the boy's hands while his father ran for his mother.

"Lily, Lily it's arrived!"

His mother came running down the stairs while her son stared at the green font with his name and address on it before he looked up at his parents, his eyes filled with a distinct wonder as his heart raced in his chest.

"Oh, James."

"Open it, Harry."

He looked back to his parents; his mother's arm was draped around his father's waist while his father's arm rested over her shoulders. Lily was gazing down at her son proudly as his fingers clumsily opened the seal.

"Dear Mr. Potter, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Soon, you and your schoolmates will join us here, and your education in the magical arts will begin".

His voice rose with excitement as he read the last sentence, looking at his parents with disbelief. He knew the letter would be coming, he hadn't expected his reaction to be so enthusiastic, yet here he was, jumping up and down with joy.

His parents were so thrilled that they took him out the next day to do his shopping. They'd gotten him a wand, his robes, a pet owl named Hedwig, his textbooks, and even a proper broom. James was eager to teach his son how to fly and spent the remainder of their summer together making sure Harry would be brilliant enough to be a first year on the house team. He even helped him learn a little magic with his wand, much to the dismay of his mother.

"He could lose his wand before he's even learned to use it!"

"Oh, Dumbledore won't let that happen. Besides, he's a boy! We'll just claim he was too excited not to give it a wave or two."

"Like you could get away with lying, James. I'm sure Severus would love to get you caught in that lie."

"Oi, just because he's the potions teacher doesn't mean he'd get away with that. By the way, Harry, if Professor Snape gives you an ounce of trouble, you just go to Uncle Remus and ask for help."

"He'd be Professor Lupin, James! He can't go around calling his teachers Uncle."

The boy's parents bickered like that on and off until it came time for the train, the day Harry would leave his parents for his first year of Hogwarts. Uncle Sirius and Uncle Peter came with them, eager to see their best friend's son off on his first adventure at Hogwarts.

With his father and mother on either side, Harry pushed his cart onto the platform, flinching as he went through the wall and gasping when he saw the train. The whistle blew, demanding its passengers climb aboard. He said goodbye to his family and climbed onto the train, where he would meet Ron and Hermione, and his years at Hogwarts would be positively mischievous, like his father's.

"Do you think he'll be like you, Prongs?"

Sirius asked as the train departed. James and Lily were both waving at their son as he left the station, Lily smiling at Sirius' question, having a hard time hiding it.

"Well, if he is then he'll have quite the crazy number of years ahead of him."

"But they'll be the best of his life."

Peter grinned, clapping his hand on James' back. James disagreed, however. The best years of his life were the ones he was living right now, the one with Lily, and their son

Harry Potter.

I hope you loved it, Imi!