James Potter and the Goblin's Curse
"James Magnus Potter!" shouted my mother. "You get down here right now and clean up this mess!"
I could hear my father's laughter from the kitchen. My powers had just started to come in, so it's not as if I could control them! It's not my fault that the cake had exploded when I wished for some. I wouldn't be able to control it until I had started my first year.
Ah, this is what I had been waiting for my whole life. My first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Everyone in my family had gone there- with the exception of my distant French cousin Marie who goes to a different school of magic. In just a few weeks, I would be going there too.
I had never seen my parents so happy when I had received my letter. The instant they got it, we Floo Powdered off to Diagon Alley. They started to make a pile of everything they thought I would need or want while I was in school. Might I add that I had received this letter four months before I was going to be on the train headed towards Hogwarts.
Quickly, I ran downstairs and gave Mum my best smile. She almost always fell for this every time. It's because I'm so good looking, is what everyone tells me. My green eyes stood out underneath the mop of black hair that was sticking up every which way.
"Nice try, James. I'm not gonna fall for that this time. Clean. Now." She tossed me a broom.
"Why don't you get Wilfred to do it?" I asked, referring to the House Elf that we had.
"Because Wilfred is doing the laundry." she said. "Quit procrastinating and clean."
I sighed heavily. "Fine."
An hour and a half later and I was finally done cleaning. This crap had made it's way to the ceiling for crying out loud! The sooner I could control my magic the better. At least I didn't have to re-glue Bathilda Bagshot's ugly vase like I had to do last time. Nothing is every perfect in that old bat's eyes. She made me re-glue it twelve times! If it had been most people, I would have run away without them finding out it had been me. But my parents were good friends with Bathilda so I had to be nice and admit that I had broken it.
"Oh good, you're done. Now go wash up for dinner."