A.N. – Haven't written in a while but hopefully I'm back in the game with this here :) So, this is going to be a multi chapter story, as you could probably guess from the summary, and one I'm having a lot of fun writing hehe… anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know what you thought in a review! They mean so much plus I'm not a native speaker and I write better in my first language but I'm trying to improve so constructive criticism is always welcome! Even with, you know, small things you guys pick up on that might not be correct English.

Also, I'm going to give the name of the actor I think I should play the character each chapter is about, I would love your thoughts on that too :) This chapter gets Aaron Taylor Johnson. Do you guys have any more suggestions? What do you think of mine?

Oh, and FOR THOSE OF YOU FROM OTHER FANDOMS I WRITE FOR, I'm sorry I haven't updated, I just sort of lot focus and inspiration on my stories… I'm working on it though! Darquesse's Decision should be updated sometime this week or the next, promise :)

Sorry for the long Author's note, have a virtual cookie while you read the story of the first next generation kid in trouble :) (I bet you could guess who it was)

"Now you just wait, you filthy little kid! Getting in so much trouble on your first day… The headmistress will be here soon and the punishment will not be light!"

Argus Filch was spitting words rapidly at the small boy, who raised a brown eyebrow and wiped his face coolly before retorting, unfazed.

"Can't be worse than having to look at you and that ugly cat of yours going all mushy."

Mrs. Norris the Second hissed, offended, while the old squid growled, picking the cat up.

"Oh, if only they would let me hang you from the walls like we used to!" Filch kept babbling, a dreamy look on his face as he petted his cat adoringly, not noticing the completely disgusted one in the boy's face.

Then his expression changed and his face contorted into a look of anger as another memory latched itself onto his old head. James backed away slightly, suddenly a little wary of the crazy old man in front of him. "Your grandfather barely got away with it, the sod! Dumbledore said no student was to be harmed under school grounds, but he had it comin', he did!"

James Sirius Potter looked at him for a very long time before cocking his head to the side, puzzled.

"How old are you creepy bat?"

The door shot closed between a lot of curses and James smirked, crossing his arms.

"Your smirk looks oddly familiar, young man."

He turned around faster than he ever had before in his life.

"What? Who said that?"

Severus Snape smiled sneakily from his portrait, hid in the shadows.

"You look a lot like your grandfather. And apparently you have inherited his lack of brain cells as well. Why on earth would you try to cast an animation spell on the castle's armors?"

The boy lowered his head sheepishly and mumbled a contradicted muffed response.

"I was told they were used to build an army against Voldemort at the battle of Hogwarts… I wanted to try it out for myself."

"Oh, definitely not the smartest one in the box, are you boy?"

"Hey!" James took a step forward, determinate to see who was insulting him. As soon as he did, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he tilted his head to the side, pointing an accusatory finger at the portrait.

"Oi! You're that guy… from, uh… you were a potions teacher, right? The one who was head over heels in love with my gra…"

"Excuse me?"

The black haired man had both eyebrows raised and a look that clearly stated he'd crossed the line, but the boy in front of him merely shrugged.

"My dad talks about you."

Again, surprise seemed to take over the old Potions Master's face, and he almost looked… uncomfortable. James smirked at that and crossed his arms, cocking a brow. The older man cleared his throat.

"Really?"

"Yeah; said you probably wouldn't like me because I had 'earned my name', whatever the hell that means. Probably would like my brother better." The dark haired boy snorted, rolling his eyes and muttering under his breath a few more words that sounded a lot like "I say one more reason for you to be totally mental."

The dead professor smiled, ignoring the last part of his comment and deciding to answer his first question instead.

"It means exactly what I just said: you are very much like your grandfather." He stopped briefly and mumbled under his breath. "Not a single trace of your grandmother in there, I see. James Potter all over again… times like this I'm glad I didn't have a kid."

The boy, oblivious to the portrait's musings, frowned.

"Why does everybody keep mentioning him today?!" James spluttered, annoyed. "I didn't even meet the man and people keep comparing us. I'm not sure whether to take it as a compliment and feel flattered or as an insult and feel offended."

Snape raised an eyebrow at the boy's outburst.

"Yes, well, I don't think you two are exactly the same, if that's of any consolation to you; James only caused trouble on his third day here, after he and Black ganged up with Lupin and… the rat." His last words were crumpled with disgust.

"Black? You mean Sirius Black, my dad's godfather?" James furrowed his brow.

"The one and only." Came the sarcastic reply.

The boy nodded in recognition.

"Yeah, well, I'm also named after him."

"…What?"

"I'm James Sirius Potter. Quite a name, huh?"

Severus Snape stood silent for a while, before shaking his head, still processing the information.

"A terrible name!"

The boy sighed.

"Yeah, I know, I don't know how mum let dad get away with it."

Snape nodded furiously.

"Ginny Weasley chose the wrong time to go soft."

James snorted once more, shrugging.

"I think she's just always had a soft spot for dad."

"Well, that makes two of us! You're… you're just trouble waiting to happen!"

James smirked, burying his hands in his pockets and leaning his head towards the man in the portrait appreciatively.

"Now that is how you pay someone a compliment."

James smirk was clearly erased once Headmistress McGonagall stepped into the room. The worst part of that moment, as James himself would put it years later, was "watching that sneaky snake's smirk grow bigger and bigger along with the freaking punishment's size".

A.N. - So? Even if you hated it I'd like to know. Honestly. As long as it's constructive of course :) Like I said don't be scared of pointing out specific mistakes! Love y'all

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