A/N - Here's James' first chapter, this one by ParticularlyGoodFINDer again. Hope you like it :)

Thanks to S. for another review. You're awesome and you get virtual cookies.

Disclaimer - Same as before.

"Ravenclaw!" the Sorting hat proclaimed. James Potter II watched as an excited looking Frances Cooley clambered off the stool and made her way to the Ravenclaw table.

This was James' sixth sorting ceremony, and so far, it seemed to be pretty much the same as last year, and the year before, and the year before, and the year before, and- well, James couldn't really remember any further back.

He was certain he missed the ceremony in his third year because he and his cousin Fred had been caught trying to push first years into the lake, and their start of term feast had consisted of sitting in the headmaster's office, being lectured on setting 'bad examples for the first years', two weeks of scrubbing the trophy room, and going to bed with empty stomachs.

Speaking of which... James' Stomach let out a gurgle, as he gazed longingly at his plate. It will be over soon, he told himself, as Louise Pinches was sorted into Slytherin.

He glanced across the table at his cousin, Fred. Fred was James' uncle George's son, named after George's late twin, and also being the same age, they had been best friends for longer than James could remember.

Fred grinned at him. He was also eyeing up his plate, obviously willing it to be suddenly filled with warm, delicious food fresh from the kitchens.

"Slytherin!" exclaimed the sorting hat, and the last first year, Dwayne Zabini joined the long table of snakes.

Finally, food! Thought James, but those hopes were dashed, as the headmaster, Professor Jackson stood up to make a speech.

"Now, everyone! I welcome all of you to Hogwarts! I have a few rules to remind you of, before an important announcement! Now, the forbidden forest-" James found himself drifting off once more, as Professor Jackson droned on about out of bounds places, and forbidden items, and Triwizard Tournaments, and- wait, "Triwizard Tournament?!"

The whole school stared at James, who realised too late that he had shouted the words out loud.

"Thank you, Mr Potter. As I was saying," the headmaster continued, a smile flickering on his face, "I am pleased to announce-for anyone who wasn't listening the first time-" he stared pointedly at James- "that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this very year! The hall erupted into excited whispers

"I understand that a few of you may be wary of entering this contest because of the tragic death the last time the tournament was attempted, but I can assure you that there will be no chance if death in this tournament, in fact the only reason that the student died last time was that You Know Who murdered him, and since he who must not be named is dead, there is no need to worry."

James sighed. Of course everyone in the hall was staring at him, Albus and Lily again. Their dad was probably the most famous person in the wizarding world, so James was used to being stared at. He pretended to enjoy the limelight, but if he was honest, it really was annoying being a celebrity for something his parents did. He did get discounts off Honeydukes sweets sometimes though...

Luckily Professor Jackson came to the rescue. "The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving at Hogwarts in October with their short-listed contenders, and I'm sure you will make them welcome. An impartial judge will select the three school champions on Halloween."

Beauxbatons? That was where James' cousin Dominique went. She transferred from Hogwarts several years ago for reasons unknown, and she had been staying with her aunt Gabrielle for most holidays. James only saw her during the summer, and she hadn't one over this year, but he and Dominique seemed to get along well because they shared a slightly rebellious streak. He wondered if she would enter the tournament. He knew that his aunt Fleur had been the Beauxbatons champion. If Viktor Krum's son enters, I will demand an explanation. James thought.

"And now you may tuck in!" the headmaster proclaimed. Food sprang up out of nowhere, and filled the Gryffindor table to bursting. Finally.

James noticed his brother Albus watching him, eyes narrowed.
"You're not considering entering, are you?" he asked worriedly.
"What do you think?!" asked James grinning. Of course he was going to enter! He had heard so many stories from his father about this, and it sounded great. Obviously, his parents would refuse to let him enter, but there wasn't much they could do about it was there?

Anyway, his mum would probably be supportive of it; she was the famous sports reporter and Quidditch player now after all.

Then James remembered what his dad had said to him before he had boarded the train at Kings Cross that morning.

"James," he had said, grabbing his arm before James could run off and join his friends. "Promise me that you won't do anything stupid this year. That you won't make any rash decisions that you will regret."

James, thinking his dad meant not to pull any pranks or something boring like that shrugged, and hurriedly promised Harry (crossing his fingers behind his back of course), before jumping onto the train just as it started moving.

Now James knew why his dad had made him promise not to do anything stupid. And he was so glad he had crossed his fingers when he had. Anyway, this wasn't stupid and rash was it? It was a way for him to prove himself as someone who wasn't just 'Harry Potter's kid'.

For the weeks that followed, the only thing that people talked about was the Triwizard tournament. In the corridors, in the classrooms, in the common room, in the hall, all James could hear was "are you entering?" and "what are you wearing to the Yule ball?" and "I bet you so and so will win".

That evening, James sent a note to Dominique, knowing she might need some persuading to enter the tournament.

He received a reply later, from his tired and irritable looking snowy owl, Hedwig (named after his dad's old owl).

James,

Of course I am entering! I assume you and Fred are too, so I hope to see you soon. I'm just warning you though; I will slaughter you, so watch out!
Send my love to Fred and the others.

Dominique

James showed the letter to Fred, and after scribbling a reply, they settled down into a game of wizard's chess.

Lessons started the next day, and soon James was immersed in studies for his exams. The professors seemed to have doubled the homework this year, and soon, James was so weighed down with the amount of work, that he almost forgot about the tournament. This was impossible though, because of the constant buzz of anticipation and excitement that radiated from the students and teachers, as October drew nearer.

There you go. Reviews? They would be very awesome and merit a lot of gratitude. And virtual cookies, cake etc. if you like.