Albus awoke the next morning to the sound of excited talking. He opened his heavy eyes, and across the room, James and Seth were talking about their upcoming classes.

"You'll love it! Though potion making can be difficult and is a lot of hard work..." james was saying. " i suppose it's gonna be a tons easier than Divination though! Dad said she was a real joke, that professor Trelawney. Aha! Look who finally decided to wake up!" James noticed that Albus was listening to them from the four-poster next to his own. "Up you go. Breakfast starts in ten minutes!"

Had he really slept that long? Albus sprang out of bed, put his school robes on and began combing at his messy black hair. "James, why hadnt you told me to get up earlier?" He asked while slipping on his shoes.

"There's no fun in that, is there?" He replied jokingly. "Hurry now, don't want to be late on the first day."

...

Breakfast was amazing. It was much better than Ginny Potter's back home and maybe even as good as his grandmother, Molly Weasley's. Andrea handed out all of the schedules, and to James's excitement, he had Divination first. James had potions.

"Well, I guess I'll see you at the break we had mid-day. Meet me at the Quidditch field. We can practice for an hour or so." James told Albus after they compared schedules.

"Mind if I join?" Rose butted in. James completely forgot she was there.

"Well, I guess… But we aren't gonna go easy on you." He replied.

"Trust me, you won't need to." She snapped back. She got up from the table and walked past ten more people and sat down with Lillian.

"James, I think you made her a little mad…"

"Let her be mad then," James snapped. "I have to go now. The North Tower is pretty far from here and I don't want to be late for Divination. You should get going too. It's pretty easy to get lost in those dungeons."

So they all set off for their classes.

…

James's Class:

James walked through the small door into the Divination room. It was very hot, humid, and smelled heavily of perfume. He and Scorpius sat together at a table towards the back of the room, and waited. Where was the teacher? About 5 minutes passed and still no sign of Professor Trelawney. James was so nervous, he didn't even realize Katelyn Longbottom walking straight towards his table.

"Mind if I join?" She asked politely.

"Uh, what?" James stuttered. He hadn't even realized she asked a question until Scorpius had nudged him really hard in the rib cage.

"Well, I wanted to know if I could sit with you, unless someone else is already sitting there?" She asked again, very patiently.

"Yeah, yeah you can sit…" James was amazed that she would want to sit with him. "Here…" he said as he pushed aside his textbook and parchment.

Right as Katelyn sat, a strange, shaken voice echoed through the room.

"Welcome, welcome, my lovely students. My name is Professor Trelawney. In this class, you will learn to read crystal balls, predict omens, and forsee the future using the patterns of the planets. The first lesson will be practicing Tasseography. Will everyone please take out their tea leaves?"

This seems pretty easy, James thought. And for him, it was. He mixed his leaves and predicted his future. "Apparently, I'm supposed to gain a new friendship. I have a bird. But, If you look at it this way, it looks like a rabbit. That stands for finding love…" James told his groupmates.

"Maybe it could mean, both! But do you mind helping me with mine? I can't seem to find anything." Katelyn said disappointedly.

James leaned closer to her cup. "Well, you see that leaf in the corner? I think it represents a skull… I'm really sorry, but that means great loss." He said, as he looked up to her. She was staring straight into his green, almond shaped eyes. He noticed how bright her eyes were. "But these predictions aren't always true, you know."

"I suppose," she said, breaking her gaze with him.

How can I be so ignorant? James thought to himself. Obviously, she was trying to make a move…

The rest of the class slowly ticked by, until the bell for the mid-day break finally rang. On James's way out, Professor Trelawney pulled him aside.

"James Potter. I remember when your father was in this exact room. He didn't quite grasp the art of Divination, in fact he had a hard time taking it seriously. He and Ronald Weasely… But you are different. I rarely come across students who can make such accurate predictions. You shall stick to your studying in this, and I assure you, you can become a great Diviner." She told him.

"Thanks… Thanks a lot." James replied politely. He climbed down the ladder, down the spiral staircase, and headed out to the Quidditch field.

Albus's Lesson

The dungeons were extremely cold. He entered the room and was one of the first students in there, besides Rose. He sat next to her at a table and began to apologize.

"Rose, I'm sorry about James. He's just so arrogant sometimes. But I honestly didn't know you played Quidditch…" He began.

"I actually do. And you aren't the one I'm mad at. Father has taught me a few things, and Uncle George taught me how to be a beater. But ugh, James thinks just because I'm a girl, I can't be a good player. Sweet little Rose Weasley won't hurt a fly. I wish I could make the team to prove him wrong…"

"I'm sure you can at least try! Tryouts are Saturday. Come!" Albus encouraged.

"I suppose I will." Rose said shyly.

By now, all the student had filled into their tables. Seth and Lillian had joined Albus and Rose, and the teacher walked to the front of the class and introduced himself.

"My name is Mr. Finch-Fletchey. I will be teaching you the art of potions. Potion-making if one of the classes offered at Hogwarts that is most related to muggle-studies. However, this class is NOT easy. Pay attention and study regularly, and you'll be just fine. If you are one of the few who aren't able to find the time for it," he paused, staring at Albus's table, "then you are going to find this class quite difficult. I will not lighten the load of homework under any circumstances, whether there is Quidditch practice, or a game. I believe that any excuse to not have all assignments completed is invalid, and will receive no credit. Does anyone have questions?"

No one said a word. Professor Finch-Fletchey assigned the class to make a simple potion that was an Antidote to Common poisons. According to Albus, it was the most difficult thing he had ever had to do. With Rose's help, though, he was able to produce one. His had a few flaws, for he had added one measure too many of crushed Bezoar and added only one mistletoe berry, but Rose's was perfect. 85 minutes of brewing had passed and finally, the bell rang and he bagan his way to the Quidditch field.

...

"Dad must be right, Trelawney has to be crazy if she thinks you are a good student." Albus said jokingly.

"Oh, shut it. I'm sure you had tons of fun in potions?" James sarcastically shot back.

James, Albus, and Rose mounted brooms, (Albus and Rose on a school one since they are too young to have their own) And kicked off, soaring into the air. The breeze felt great. James began zooming around, the cool air blowing in his face, and was oulling loop-de-loops and diving across the field. Albus and rose were training each other. Rose would whack a bludger to him and he would dive to save it- and he was good. Rose was too. They continued training like this for the next hour or so, until the next bell rang and they had to depart to their next class.

James put the brooms in the shed, and walked off to Hagrid's hut where he would be attending his first Care of Magical Creatures lesson. Albus and Lily stayed on the field for their flying lesson, even they didn't need one.

James caught up with Scorpius. "James, what did Professor Tralawney want from you?" He asked.

"um, she was just saying that i should take this more seriousl than my dad did..." James said shyly. He didn't like discussing his parents with Scorpius because of their childhood rivalry. It's kind of a mutual agreement between them to put that behind them. They approached Hagrid's hut, and began their lesson.
...

The trio met again after their classes in the Gryffindor common room. They compared classes, talked about Quidditch, and complained about their homework.
"Mr. Longbottom expects my class to write a 12 inch report on different jobs of the ministry! How in the world am I supposed to know that? And I'm supposed to perfect transfiguring a feather to a flower? I can't even understand what half the stuff in the book means!" James complained quite loudly. The three of them were sitting by the fire.
"Let's be real, James. It's obvious! Just write about Aurors! Your father is head, don't you remember? I'm sure he's told you TONS of things about his job. And transfiguration isn't THAT hard. It just requires some practice." Rose said.
"Oh, yeah? It's easier said than done. I don't suppose your homework is as difficult?" James snapped back.
"Well, it isn't... We just need to practice levitating things. It's pretty easy though." Albus replied.
"Oh! I nearly forgot! How was the flying lesson?" James asked Rose and Albus.
"Quite pathetic, really! Rose and I were the only ones who had ridden a broom before! 3 students fell off and were sent to the hospital wing. Then the rest of the lesson was cancelled." Albus bragged.
They sat and practiced charms and helped James on his report on Aurors until they made their way down to the great hall, ate their feast, and climbed back to the seventh floor where their beds awaited them.