James Sirius had his father's black hair, although it didn't stuck up at the back, he had his mother's loving brown eyes and his grandfather's mischievous smirk. It was the night of his first day of Hogwarts and he stood outside the headmistress' office. He knocked on the door and waited for the replying voice to allow him entry. Opening the door he stared around the room, it was as magnificent as his father had described. Though it was different in other ways, but those ways were small details that the current headmistress had changed. His eyes gazed around the room, flickering over the portraits that lined the walls. Some sleeping, other's watching him curiously wondering what a first year was doing in the headmistress' office on the first night of term. He closed the door behind him and glanced at the headmistress who was sitting behind her desk. She looked up at him with a smile and a nod. "Your father has told me the reason you are here, pretend I'm not."
"Alright Professor," he said with a Potter's smirk. He caught sight of the portrait sitting behind the desk. An old man with a long beard, and half moon glasses. The portrait was sleeping but Harry had told James that often they were only pretending.
"Dumbledore?" The boy asked, reading the name plate under the portrait.
"Professor Dumbledore," one of the other portraits interjected. James glanced around to see which portrait had reprimanded him, but he couldn't place it. When he turned back the piercing startling blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore stared down at him through his half moon glasses.
"In trouble already?" He asked, although he smiling.
"Not yet," the boy said with an air that showed he expected he would be soon. Professor Dumbledore chucked. "Dad wrote to Professor McGonagall, and asked if we could visit the portraits."
"Did he?" Dumbledore asked curiously. "And who is your father child?" Though he already had a guess.
"Harry Potter," James said proudly.
"Ah," said Dumbledore smiling, there were murmurs from the other portraits as they moved around to get a closer look at the boy. At the same time the portrait next to Dumbledore who had been feigning sleep, eyes' flickered open and stared at him. James stared at the portrait of Severus' Snape. Whose dark eyes surveyed the boy, his mouth curled into a sneer. "A Potter?"
James stared at him defiantly. "What if I am?" He asked.
"With the trouble you Potter's attract, I would be surprised if the school was still standing at the end of the year."
The boy stared at him, and smirked. "A year? Far too long. What about a week?"
"James," McGonagall warned him, glancing up from her work.
"James?" Severus Snape said, his tone hard. He didn't think he would have ever had to deal with a second James Potter disgracing the halls of Hogwarts.
"Yes," replied the boy. "James Sirius Potter. Named after my grandfather, and his best friend." His tone was proud, and he stared at the portrait, expecting it to say something.
The portrait snorted and muttered something about how the boy who defeated Voldemort could surely think of names more creative than his father, and that father's best friend. It was worse to see another Potter, let alone one with the name James Sirius. There was something about the trademark smirk that despite how he looked very little like James Potter senior, that reminded him greatly of his tormentor.
"A Gryffindor I suppose?" He leered, wishing the boy would get out of his sight.
"Now Severus," Dumbledore said. "There is nothing wrong with Gryffindor house," he smiled cheerfully.
"For you perhaps," Severus muttered.
"Yes," James said with a nod, and narrowed eyes. "Gryffindor and proud."
"They always are," he muttered disdainfully.
"And what's that-" James started but McGonagall cut across him. "James, it is time you returned to your common room," she said.
"Yes Professor," he said, looking back to the portraits. "Goodbye Professor Dumbledore," he said. He looked sideways at Severus' Snape's portrait. "Snape. I expect I'll be up here again soon," he smiled mischievously and headed for the door.
"James," Dumbledore said, he turned around. "Sound our regards to your father."
"Our?" Echoed Severus.
"My," Dumbledore corrected.
"Will do. Goodnight Professor," he said to McGonagall and stepped out of the room.
"Minerva, what is your business allowing the boy up here?" Severus muttered. "Day one, and he'll go around the place acting like he owns it. As usual for Potters," he muttered contemptuously.
"Now Severus, Harry asked. He said that he wished the children meet the portraits, the both of you in particular."
"The both of us?" he seemed surprised.
"Yes," she said, her tone amused.
"Why the both of us."
"Oh, I believe you'll see in due course. Later rather than sooner I've afraid, a year to be exact. Unless young James spills the beans beforehand, I have a feeling we will be seeing rather a lot of him."
Severus Snape muttered something about Potter's walking around like they owned the place, and riling out mischief where ever they went and disappeared through his portrait to find out what students had been sorted into his house of Slytherin.