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Chapter 1

James Potter was sleeping peacefully in his small, but comfortable, home in Godric's Hollow, when his Mother, tired of yelling up the stairs for James to get down to breakfast, went upstairs and pulled off his warm covers.

"James Potter, get up this instant! It's almost noon!"
"Ah Mom, five more minutes, please." James begged, only half awake. But Mrs. Mary Potter booked no argument and with a wave of her wand, James lay withering and yelping with laughter on his bed; a tickling charm. Mary looked down at her son's messy black hair and bright blue eyes, the hair which he never combed despite her numerous pleas.

James Potter was eleven and mischievous, always getting into trouble, but Mary would surely miss James when he went off to Hogwarts this year. However, she was sure she would hear of his progress from the new headmaster, for James never went anywhere without getting into some kind of trouble.

James sighed and yelped,
"All right....All right, I'm coming!!" And suddenly the tickling charm was lifted, as Mary trouped downstairs to warm up James's breakfast.

James got up and stretched himself, while pulling on his black wizarding robes. He didn't bother to comb his hair since he loved the tousled, wind-blown look it gave him, as though he had just left his broom. As he walked through the door he noticed that Castor, his loveable, sweet, barn owl had not returned to his cage from hunting the night before. He frowned slightly. Castor, always loyal, returned every morning, and he, James, not having ever left the confines of Godric's Hollow, had no friends. He shrugged it off, thinking after breakfast he'd take his broom out and look around a little.

His father, William Potter, was on his third cup of muggle coffee and just finishing the last page of The Daily Prophet. His father, like James, had messy black hair and blue eyes; the messy black hair was inherited in all the Potter children. His Father merely looked up at him over the top of his paper, gave him a wink and continued reading. His father, like himself, was cheerful most of the time, liked a good bit of trouble, and was just a tad bit arrogant and vain.

As his mother set his plate down in front of him, helping it full of bacon, eggs, toast and an occasional sausage link, he suddenly felt ravenous. He started stuffing his mouth full, with an occasional gulp of iced pumpkin juice. His mother merely raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes to the heavens as if to ask, where did I go wrong. But Mary Potter was merely joking, for she loved her son with all her heart and paid endless attention to him.

Castor flew through the open kitchen window and landed lightly on James shoulder, carrying, surprisingly enough, a letter addressed in emerald ink. He patted Castor, gave him a few chunks of his sausage and read to whom the envelope was addressed to. The letter was addressed to him and what was this, the Hogwarts crest!

The envelope was addressed,
Mr. J Potter
Small blue bedroom 2nd floor
210 Charms Road, Godric's Hollow

He looked up half in surprise, half impressed.
"Who....?," his mother started.
"Hogwarts," he said excitedly.
He ripped open the letter and out fell two pieces of parchment.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT
& WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc.,
International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. James Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Please note that First years are not allowed brooms of their own.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress

He shot out of his chair, with the letter still held firmly in his hand and paying no attention to the list of books and supplies he would need. That letter slipped off of the table and his mother expertly caught it to take a look at the supplies she would need to purchase.

"I suppose a trip to Diagon Alley tomorrow would be in order?" she asked, suppressing a grin, remembering when she had received her acceptance letter.

James grinned and glanced down at his letter once more,
"Dad you didn't say anything about a new Headmaster?"
"Ah,yes. It's in the Daily Prophet. Dumbledore, an excellent man. Would have beaten Fudge out of Minister of Magic if he had run." his Father said, also grinning.

With a grin James put Castor on his shoulder and out the door toward the shed for his broom. James loved flying and had a natural talent for it. He and Castor had grown very close with the summer days filled with flying over the large forest behind his house, for this summer his Mother had allowed him to fly without supervison as long as he stayed with in shouting distance, (luckily for him, his Mom could shout pretty loud when she wanted to).

The next day dawned bright and warm and Mary needed no tickling charm that morning to awake her son. He was up and dressed in wizarding robes by the time breakfast was finished. The sound of pots and pans washing themselves and the whizzing of syrup pouring itself generously on the hotcakes filled the air. James was surprised at how great breakfast tasted when you ate it when it was first cooked.

After breakfast Mary and James stood in front of the kitchen fire with floo powder in hand. James didn't particularly like travelling by floo powder, with black soot and ashes filling you mouth and nose, the dizzying feeling as you flew pass various fireplaces to come to an abrupt stop. But even travelling by floo powder couldn't dampen his spirit this morning. And so with a flash of emerald flames and a shout of "Diagon Alley" he was off.
"I suppose you should go to Flouish & Blotts and start getting your school books, while I go and get money from our Gringotts vault."

James nodded and started off down the packed street glad to be alone to explore, surprised his mother would let him go by himself even if it was just for a few moments.
"You behave yourself now!" Mary shouted over the noise of the crowd before reluctantly heading toward Gringotts.

James looked around and could see students and people of all nationalities milling about. He passed Eeylops Owl Emporium, stifling the temptation to go in and most likely get into trouble. He already had a great owl anyway, so he made his way to Flourish & Blotts.

Flourish & Blotts was packed, never before had James seen some many witches and wizard in one place. The walls were lined from ceiling to floor with books of all kinds. Some witches and wizards had donned on muggle clothes while others had on wizarding robes of all colours from bright pink to coal black.

He was staring around down the isles of books wondering where to start when an isle down from him he heard a loud yelp. He looked back just in time to see a book snap shut, hard, on an older, mean looking boy, wearing a ugly green shirt with a silver serpent on the front. He laughed and continued up the rows. And there, a tall boy with black hair that fell into his eyes and onto his shoulders was standing with a wand in his hand. The boy was about his age but taller and was pointing his wand, (through a small space between book covers), toward another mean looking boy a few rows down. The boy whispered something to his wand and a yelp a few rows behind followed. James looked at the boy, impressed.

"Hello, I'm James Potter." he said good naturedly. The boy jumped as though a book had shut closed on his hand. The boy frowned and his storm coloured eyes narrowed.
"How'd you learn that? You must be only a first year." James asked truly interested, for he knew first years were not allowed to use magic outside school. The boy jutted his chin out and looked James up and down, as though considering if James was worth his time, then grinned.

"Sirius...Sirius Black." they shook hands and became forever friends. Black...hmm think I heard the name before, oh well.
"There are ways...to get around the rules. I've had my wand for a while. And yes, this is going to be my first year at Hogwarts."

In all of James's haste to give Sirius's wand a go he stepped back and tripped over someone who obviously was reading a book before he knocked them both to the ground. He untangled himself and stood to brush robes off. Well, he thought, it wasn't my fault, she shouldn't have been reading behind me! And not paying any attention! Imagine, reading a book here, of all places!
He looked up, slightly angry to see Sirius grinning and helping up a very pretty girl with waist length golden red hair and startling green eyes, beatiful green eyes.Angry green eyes... He was about to say something but somehow couldn't. He saw her lift her chin pride fully and say in a criticizing voice,
"You should watch where you're going." And she walked off down another isle. James looked dumbstruck; he wasn't used to people taking an immediate dislike to him, as the girl so obviously had. Even if he had knocked her down.
"Who was that?" he asked dumbly to the still grinning Sirius, not really expecting him to know. He cleared his throat and attempted to put on a straight face but failed miserably.
"Mr. James Potter, you've just been introduced to the fair and beautiful muggle born Lily Evans... I think she likes you." and he grinned wider. James just punched him lightly on the shoulder, not altogether so merry any more.

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