Disclaimer note: I don't own Harry Potter. Sadly But! I own the people that I randomly made up! Ain't that luvely? xD
A/N: This is my first as in NUMERO UNO story in this thing, so it'll probably be crappy. Reviews would be much, Like Mucho mucho appreciated. I think flames are ok? But please be constructive and not just mean. Thanks!
Oh ok. This is my revised version of the story. Same characters so far, don't worry, but it'll be somewhat different and somewhat the same…
"It doesn't matter which house you're sorted into, just remember that we'll always love you." Harry crouched down and whispered some last words into his son's ear.
"Oh, and the Sorting Hat only makes about ¾ of the choice. The other ¼ is up to you. Choose wisely."
James Sirius Potter hesitantly stepped onto Hogwarts Express, which was stationed at Platform 9 3/4. He looked over his shoulder to see his family for the last time. Well, at least until Christmas that is.
There was his little sister, Lily, seated upon his father's broad shoulders. His father, Harry Potter, grinned proudly at his son, one hand steadying Lily and the other waving at him. Albus, his younger brother, stood next to his mother, excitedly waving at him. His mother, Ginerva Potter, had small tears in her eyes as she waved along with her family.
"MUM! DAD! I GOT MY LETTER! I FINALLY GOT IT!!" James yelled, running into the kitchen. His dad stood up and went over to hug him and his mum had a proud smile on her face. His brother and sister congratulated him from the living room. Kreacher appeared his face aglow with excitement.
"Master James got his letter?! Oh, Kreacher is so happy for Master James!" James gave the elf his famous lopsided grin and thanked him.
He gave his family one last smile and disappeared into the scarlet train, not knowing what adventures it would take him to. He slid open a random compartment door and the lively voices that once filled it, were silenced. He smirked and his eyes twinkled with knowing and amusement.
"Lemmie take a wild guess. You're trying to take in that someone so famous is standing in front of you. Heh, pretty weird if you ask me. Now see, if I were meeting… say me for the first time. I would be shrieking with excitement." He thought aloud, grinning. Satisfied with the instant red on their faces, he turned and walked away.
The Potter's pushed their ways through the crowd of Muggles. James lagged behind, pushing his cart with great difficulty and sighing with annoyance. As the cart ran over a bump, the cage, which was set on top of it, toppled over.
People around him jumped back to avoid the owl's startled hooting and pecking at the bars. Wizards whipped their heads around and all were silenced. This was James Potter! Harry Potter's son! They looked around to see if they could get a glimpse at the famous Harry Potter himself. James sighed and crouched down to pick up the cage, shaking his head at the patheticness of the 'supposedly' smart wizards around him, but a pale hand got to it first. He looked up, and saw a handsome blonde haired boy around his age, reaching out towards him, the cage swinging carelessly in his hand.
"This here owl's yours, right?" James nodded and took it, making sure that his beloved pet, Remus, was alright. He looked up to thank the stranger, but he had disappeared. James smiled and made sure to remember, the first ever wizard to actually, sincerely talk to him because of him and not his father.
He stepped into an empty compartment and settled down. By the time he took out his Reusable Hangman, the door slid open and in came the same blonde haired boy that he saw before. His eyes widened in shock and the boy sent him a grin,
"Hello." The boy sauntered in and plopped himself down on a seat.
"We've met before right?" James nodded still a little flabbergasted.
The boy spoke.
"My name is Matt. Matt McLaggen." The name struck James as familiar, but he decided to ignore it.
"I'm James Potter." He said while stuffing the game of Hangman into his bag. It was Matt's turn for his eyes to widen in shock,
"Potter?" He mumbled. James nodded and grinned. Both laughed and instantly hit it off, talking constantly of Quidditch. The trolley stopped by and James had the opportunity to buy some Liquorice Wands, Cauldron cakes, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, and some Chocolate Frogs. He stuck some Liquorice wands into his mouth and turned to Matt,
"Mwant some?" He asked, offering some Chocolate Frogs to his new friend.
"Sure." Matt reached for it, but the frog jumped out of the box and out the door. They heard a scream and someone running.
A blur whizzed past them, screaming.
"GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT!" James got up and brandished his wand,
"PETRIFICUS TOTALUS." He shouted and the girl stopped in her tracks and fell back, the frog bouncing away.
"That was brilliant mate! Where'd you learn that?" Matt asked as he peered down to look at her.
"My aunt. She said it would come in handy." A sharp intake of breath was heard from his friend,
"It's Nessa." The girl had straight brown hair and icy blue eyes, which made James, shiver by just looking at them. She already had on her school robes and reminded James strongly of Aunt Hermione. He undid the spell and helped her up.
"Sorry about that. Couldn't do anything about it unless you had stopped moving." The girl nodded,
"Thanks. My name is Vanessa Wood by the way." Vanessa looked a little flushed and embarrassed and her knees wobbled a little.
"James. James Potter."
"Nessa!" Shouted Matt. Vanessa looked at him with a glare,
"My name is VANESSA! Not Nessa! Stop calling me that!" Matt shrugged,
"Whatever you say… Nessa." She groaned in frustration. James laughed,
"Yeah, Nessa. Lighten up!"
They all stepped into the compartment and Vanessa groaned in disgust at the mess the boys had made.
The last hour of the train ride was filled with bickering, changing, and some cleaning up. The bond of everlasting friendship had been made in one measly hour. The scarlet train finally lurched to a stop and a familiar voice filled the trains.
"FIRST YEARS! OVER HERE! COME FOLLOW ME!" James recognized the voice and shouted out,
"It's Hagrid!"