This is just a little story that has gotten bigger the longer i keep going.

The world of Harry Potter belongs to the gorgeous J. K. Rowling and i have tried so hard to stay true to it.

Enjoy

Knock, knock.

"Wake up James."

"Okay."

Half an hour later

"James it is time to go, get ready!"

"Mmmmmm, I'm up."

Five minuets later

"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER IF YOU DO NOT GET OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW WE WILL LEAVE FOR THE TRAIN STATION WITHOUT YOU!"

"Calm down woman, I'm coming!"

James threw off the duvet and practically fell out of bed. What was all the fuss about anyway? Then his sleep filled brain slowly woke up as he shot a glance to the calendar tacked up on the wall beside his bed. It was the first of September. The first day of school. And it was 10:30am.

"Shit, shit, shit." James swore as he hopped around his room, one leg in his pants, the other attempting to fit in as he brushed his hair and searched for his wand at the same time. He could not believe he had slept in. He could hear the noise of the other four members of his family moving around downstairs, probably packing the trunks and owls into the back of the ministry car his father always borrowed for days like this, busy days. It was Lilly's first year, and he could hear her grumbling about how they would be late on her first day, and Al trying to calm her down.

James poked him self in the eye with his round framed glasses and ran a hand through his messy black hair. He was ready. He left his room at a sprint and slid down the banisters till he reached the bottom floor of Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

His mother, Ginny Potter, who stood in the front hallway, her hair puffy and wild, almost like James' aunt Hermione's, a hard, blazing look on her face.

"Get in the car now." She almost snarled.

The 14 year old quickly obliged.

James smirked as he slid into the car beside his younger sister.

"Hey Lils, ready for your first year at Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, real ready, waiting for you to finally get in the car. It's my first year and I'm already late," Lilly, the youngest of three, glared at her oldest brother, green eyes blazing and twirling a strand of her fiery red hair around her pointer finger. James winked and Lilly pulled a face at him and then turned to the front of the car to talk to her father, "What if we miss the train and then I don't get sorted cause I wasn't there?"

Harry Potter answered calmly, as though he had to fix many a problem spawned by his eldest son bothering his siblings, nodding to his youngest child in the rear view mirror,"Don't worry Lils, we aren't going to be late. We'll just have to hurry that's all."

And with those words the borrowed car filled with worry, frustration and a hint of amusement, sped out in to the late morning London traffic.

The Potters ran through King's Cross Station, only stopping to get through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, purely to make sure that no muggles noticed anything strange.

Ginny kissed the top of Albus and Lilly's heads, but missed James who had already run off to find his friends. Racing along the packed station platform, weaving past teary parents and elated kids James searched for his two best friends, Oscar Wood and William Hooper.

He finally found them in a compartment near the front of the train, laughing loudly, Oscar's Scottish accent echoing through out the entire carriage.

James slid open the compartment door, balancing his owl's cage in the crutch of his elbow, then turned to face the occupants of the cramped space and almost dropped the poor bird.

Laughing along with the two boys was a girl.

That is but the first chapter my kittens. Have fun waiting till the next one is done.

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