I don't own Harry Potter
James Potter was excited, and there was nothing that was going to change that. He was going to Hogwarts. Hogwarts! He was going to become a real wizard. He pushed his cart through the crowded platform, cutting through the masses. "Come on, Mum! Dad!" He called to his parents behind him. They were still fighting crowds.
"We're coming, James!" His father called back from behind him. James couldn't see were exactly they were, but he knew they were close by because of his father's voice.
He kept pushing his cart forward, straight into someone. Normally he would just continue on by, but something told him to stop. He reached down to the person he had knocked down and helped them up. They had red hair that was covering their face. It was brushed aside to reveal a pair of startling, emerald green eyes. James caught his breath. She was beautiful.
"Uh, hello there," He said to the girl. "I'm James, and you would be?"
"Lily." She replied. "Lily Evans. I've got to be leaving now. I do have an escort, and I can't waste my time on people too impertinent to not apologize when they knock me over." She brushed a few more of her auburn locks out of her eyes and stalked away. He saw her go stand next a short boy with mismatched clothes and long, unkempt hair. James decided he didn't like the boy.
James's parents came up behind him. His father clapped a hand on his back. "Well James, you ready to go to Hogwarts?"
"Yeah," He said distractedly. He continued to stare at Lily. "Dad?"
"Yes, James?" His dad replied.
"I think I found who I'm going to marry." James said.