James Potter and Year Five
-Chapter 1-
Old Routine
It was a cool summer morning, September 1st actually, and another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was awaiting young fifteen-year- old James Potter. James was a skinny boy for his age and his hair was always messy and stood up at the back. James's fifth year at Hogwarts would be his O.W.L year (Ordinary Wizarding Levels) in which he planned to study hard in (even though he never really studied but still got good marks). He was also a troublemaker at the school. One would call him a class clown. "Oh dear, James get up! We have to get to King's Cross in one hour!" his mother shouted.
James shot up on his bed and looked at his clock. Sure enough, it was ten o'clock. He quickly got up and dressed loaded his trunk and his broom and headed down for a quick breakfast.
They got into their car and left for the train station. While on the way he heard his father say things like "Darn muggle traffic!" and "If I could just blast them." James wasn't paying attention, he was busy thinking of his friends and Hogwarts.. he would see them once again.
They arrived at King's Cross at 10:45 and quickly passed through platform nine and ¾ where James and his parents said good bye.
"Good Luck on your O.W.L exams, dear." Said his mother. "And don't get into to much trouble." Added his father.
"Alright, bye mum, bye dad!" yelled James running to the black and scarlet coloured Hogwarts Express.
-Chapter 1-
Old Routine
It was a cool summer morning, September 1st actually, and another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was awaiting young fifteen-year- old James Potter. James was a skinny boy for his age and his hair was always messy and stood up at the back. James's fifth year at Hogwarts would be his O.W.L year (Ordinary Wizarding Levels) in which he planned to study hard in (even though he never really studied but still got good marks). He was also a troublemaker at the school. One would call him a class clown. "Oh dear, James get up! We have to get to King's Cross in one hour!" his mother shouted.
James shot up on his bed and looked at his clock. Sure enough, it was ten o'clock. He quickly got up and dressed loaded his trunk and his broom and headed down for a quick breakfast.
They got into their car and left for the train station. While on the way he heard his father say things like "Darn muggle traffic!" and "If I could just blast them." James wasn't paying attention, he was busy thinking of his friends and Hogwarts.. he would see them once again.
They arrived at King's Cross at 10:45 and quickly passed through platform nine and ¾ where James and his parents said good bye.
"Good Luck on your O.W.L exams, dear." Said his mother. "And don't get into to much trouble." Added his father.
"Alright, bye mum, bye dad!" yelled James running to the black and scarlet coloured Hogwarts Express.