Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: This is James Sirius Potter's happiest moment. I have to say that I am really happy with how this came out, so I hope you all like it. Oh, and this is my first Next-Gen story ever, so let me know what y'all think.
"How'd it go?" Jason asks.
"I made it," I say calmly, with a smile. I can't let the excitement out of my body. It will ruin the image I am trying to create.
"Of course you did," he says. "You're Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley's son, both of which are bloody great quidditch players."
"Exactly. Now, I'm the second first year, Gyffindor to join the team."
"So, what position are you?"
"Chaser."
"Awesome. You are going to be the coolest kid in our year."
I grin, because it's true, and that's just what I want to be. "I know," I say.
"It's late. Let's get to bed, and then we can gloat tomorrow," Jason suggests.
"Sounds good," I say.
The next morning
I walk into the Great Hall and sit down at the Gryffindor table with Jason. A bunch of other Gryffindors are coming up to me, congratulating me. I'm loving the attention, but it's making it slightly difficult to eat.
As I finally get a chance to take a bite of toast, the whole room is filled with screeches. The mail has arrived.
Flying towards me is three owls, holding a large package. One of them lands on my plate, and another lands on Jason's. I detach the package, and give all three some bit of egg.
By this point, the whole Great Hall has gone silent, and is staring at me. I know exactly what's in the package, so I may as well make a show of this.
"oo-what do you think it is?" Jason asks, eagerly.
Keeping my voice to a murmur, I explain to him what it is, and that he needs to keep calm, and quiet, because I am going to use this to our advantage.
I begin by slowly unknotting the string that is around the brown paper. Then, I carefully unwrap the first layer of paper, which has a letter under it.
I open the letter dramatically, and take my time reading it, and then I hand it to Jason. I would wait for him to finish reading it, before continuing, but I can feel the attention starting to fizzle out. I take the other layer of paper at a slightly quicker pace.
At this point, the oohs and ahhs start. I hold my broom up in the air, so that all can see.
Some Slytherin shouts, "But he's a first year. Shouldn't his broom be confiscated by now?"
I am more than happy to answer, but before I can, my new quidditch captain is defending me.
"He's allowed a broom, because James Potter is the best chaser I've seen in Gryffindor. I am proud to have him on my team."
This offsets a ripple of murmurs throughout the room, a bit of cheering from Gryffindor, and some angry complaints from Slytherin.
Ever since my dad told me about how he became seeker his first year, I had been dreaming of this exact situation: First-year on Gryffindor's quidditch team, with the envy of every other first-year in the school. I aim to be the most popular guy, the one everyone looks to, a leader. Dad told me about my grandfather, and I want to be like him. This here is the first step.
A/N: What do you guys think? Reviews?