Hi guys! Thank you for reading! I'm sorry I haven't been updating very often, I've been on a huge writers block! Also, please review this! I don't know if anyone is reading it unless they review, and only like 2 or 3 people have reviewed. I'm going to stop posting if I don't get any more reviews, because what's the point of posting if I'm not sure anybody is even reading it? So pleaseeee review and I promise if you ask me to, I'll take a look at one of your own pieces! Here it goes:

"James! JAMES! Wake up! You've got to see this!" Albus was shaking James to get up.

"Wha-"

"LOOK! Out the window!" Albus said excitedly. James climbed out of bed and peered out the large window in the middle of the dorm. It had a perfect view of Hagrid's hut, and three figures were standing outside of it talking. One, of course, was Hagrid, as James could tell by his extreme height. The other two were very small compared to the half-giant, but Albus assumed they were average height for a normal man. One had bright red hair and a small beer belly; it was Uncle Ron! The other man had messy black hair... It had to be!

"DAD!" James shouted. He couldn't believe his eyes! "Get dressed Al! We'll go down to see him!"

The boys got dressed in record time, and began speeding the way down the stairs to the common room. They were in such a hurry; they almost ran over Rose, who had just come down from the girls' dormitory. "Albus! Where are you-?" she began, but was cut off by James shouting behind him "Just follow us!"

The three of them hurried to the bottom floor, out the large double doors, across the courtyard, and straight to the hut where their parents were still standing.

"Daddy!" Rose cried in shock as she flung her arms around him.

"What're you doing here?" the two brothers asked their dad at the same time.

"Well, hello to you too!" Harry chuckled. "I assume you'll find out why soon enough." He took his two sons into a great big hug. "You three should get going. You have classes this morning, don't you?" he teased. Disappointed, Albus, Rose, and James turned back and headed towards the castle.

In between fighting and forgiving each other, neither James nor Rose spoke, making the long walk to the castle a little awkward.

"I can't STAND this anymore!" Albus burst out. "Can't you guys just make up?"

No one spoke for a moment.

"I suppose..." Rose finally said. "James, I'm sorry I've been ignoring you."

"It's okay. And I'm sorry I'm so arrogant. It's not my fault I'm so great at Quidditch, I think you should blame my father for that one." He joked. The trio laughed and told stories that they heard all the way back to the castle. James told her all about Scorpius and her hatred for him grew even worse.

They ate breakfast, and James headed for Defense as Albus and Rose set off for Herbology. James had just sat down with Katelyn in Mr. Longbottom's classroom when he noticed something; everyone was staring at him, whispering in small groups.

"James, that's your dad," she said, pointing at Harry, who was now at the front of the class talking to Mr. Longbottom.

"Yeah, and that's your dad." he said jokingly, pointing at Mr. Longbottom. "What's the big deal?" he kidded. Katelyn just giggled.

"Good morning everyone, today I would like to welcome a former classmate and dear friend of mine, though I'm sure you all know who he is. Please welcome Mr. Potter! He will be working at Hogwarts for the next few months. Today, we are deciding to teach you guys how to conjure a Patronus. Harry, would you like to take it from here?" Mr. Longbottom concluded.

"Thank you, Neville. A Patronus is a very difficult, but handy piece of magic. In order to conjure one, you need to think of your happiest memories, and say 'Expecto Patronum'. It takes loads of concentration, and it only stays once you remain focused. How about we give it a try?"

The room became loud with students saying the charm, and there was no luck. Katelyn had been able to produce a thin thread of silver, but it vanished almost immediately. The only one who wasn't working was James.

"Why aren't you trying?" Katelyn asked.

"I guess I just don't feel comfortable with my dad here... But I'll give it a go. Expecto Patronum!" he tried, but nothing happened.

"Did you even think of a happy thought? Try again!" Katelyn urged.

This time, James actually did think. He thought of himself being placed into Gryffindor, joining Teddy at the table in his first year.

"Expecto Patronum!" he said confidently. It was incredible. A stag gracefully erupted from the tip if his wand. A stag! He thought. Just like Dad's!

Harry had seen it too, because the pride in his voice was incredible. "Well done James! Great job!" He called over the crowd of students. "Keep practicing, and we'll see if you can do it again!"

And sure enough, another stag erupted from James's wand. He was ecstatic! He glanced next to him, where Katelyn was standing, just in time to see her produce her own Patronus; a beautiful Hippogriff was emerging from the tip of her wand. "Great job, Katelyn!" James congratulated.

Only a few others were able to produce a Patronus as the class ended. One Ravenclaw named Louis Garusso produced a Moose, and much to James's displeasure, Scorpius had produced a Serpent as his. When they were released and James and Katelyn entered the corridor outside the classroom, they rushed to find Albus and Rose to tell them what they learned. They finally found them in the courtyard, sitting under an old Willow Tree.

"Albus, Rose, you'll never guess what we learned today!" James nearly shouted in excitement. He approached the tree, and without thinking, pulled out his wand. "Expecto Patro-"

"James! Are you mad? No magic in the corridors!" Rose interrupted, but it didn't stop him.

"Expecto Patronum!" He chanted, and once again his silvery stag erupted from his wand and began dancing around the group of friends. They all giggled and laughed from the positive energy it emitted, and Katelyn was about to take out her own want when they heard the familiar voice of the caretaker, Filch.

"Using magic in between classes, eh?" He snarled.

"Oh. Hi Filch. I guess you are going to give me another detention?" James smart mouthed him.

"Not this time. I'm bringing you straight to the Headmistress." He snapped, as an evil, wicked smile spread across his face.

James opened his mouth to object, but Rose beat him to it. "The Headmistress? He hasn't gotten in trouble all year! You can't do this…" She objected, but it didn't help one bit.

"Oh yes I can. Come with me now, Potter." He snatched James by the collar of his shirt and began dragging him to Professor McGonagall's office. James was used to getting in trouble by Filch, but never had he been sent to McGonagall… Maybe she'd go easy on him. He was one of her favorite students. He was so busy thinking of what would happen to him that he didn't even notice that Filch was leading him up the spiraling staircase right into the grand office…

"Yes, Filch?" The sharp voice of Minerva McGonagall broke the silence.

"Caught a student using magic in the corridor." He spoke.

"Leave them here, I'll deal with them." She said, not looking up from her desk. Filch grunted and shuffled out of the office.

A few minutes later, she looked up from her papers, to see James standing there awkwardly. "I wondered why he'd come to me for a small rule like that." She smirked. "Please, sit down." She gestured to the chair in front of her desk. Once he had seated, she said, "What did you do this time?"

"I only wanted to show Rose and Al what I learned in Defense today…" James defended quietly.

"And the spell?"

"Err- The patronus charm…" He trailed off, and finally gathered the nerve to look her in the eyes.

"Did you really?" She looked surprised. "I knew your father and Professor Longbottom were teaching that, but I didn't know anyone successfully produced one yet! Well done!"

James was very confused. Why wasn't he in trouble? "Um, Professor? Aren't I going to be punished?" He knew it was stupid to ask, but he had expected to and was very surprised at McGonagall's reaction.

"Yes, I suppose so… Just serve a detention this Tuesday night." She winked at him. "Now tell me, how was the lesson?"

"Well, my dad showed us how to produce one, and everyone started trying… And then I produced a stag."

"Just like your father! Very good." She interrupted.

"Well Katelyn and a few others produced them too! Her's was a Hippogriff." He added.

She congratulated him on his great lesson, reminded him of his detention, and bid him goodbye. He arrived at his History of Magic class a half-hour late, handed Professor Binns his hall pass, and made his way towards his seat next to Katelyn. He didn't pay attention to the lesson much, because most of it he already knew. The Professor was going on about the second Wizarding War when James noticed that Katelyn had slipped a note to him. It read: So when are you leaving school? He looked up at it, and she winked at him. He scribbled I'm not. She just gave me a detention Tuesday night. She was more interested in the fact that we were actually able to produce a patronus. He passed it to her. She was about to reply, but Professor Binns voice interrupted their thought.

"You are dismissed! Remember to write your essay on the war! They are due Wednesday!"

...

The rest of the week blurred by. Harry decided to watch the Gryffindor team's Quidditch practice on Monday night. Luckily, this was one of their better practices. James had decided to have a scrimmage, and Albus only let one quaffle in. Rose and the other teammates played exceptionally well, communicating properly, and when Harry let out the snitch for the team, James caught it within 5 minutes.

Tuesday's detention was nothing. James was sent to Hagrid's, where with his luck, Harry was having a drink. He ended up just talking with them about Harry and Ron's years at Hogwarts and returning to the common room two hours later.

When he turned in the essay on Wednesday, he and Katelyn got perfect scores. It was easy, after all. They just needed to write down one of their own fathers' stories about the war and it was accepted.

At Quidditch practice Friday night, James gave the team some pep talk.

"All right guys. We have our first game tomorrow, and it's against Slytherin." Everyone moaned. "I know they've beaten us for the last two years, but I am extremely confident with you guys. Go home tonight and get a good night's sleep, and tomorrow make sure you have a filling breakfast. I do not want to see any injuries on the pitch tomorrow." He paused, and began again, "Madame Hooch is ill, so Rose's dad volunteered to referee. I think that gives us a small advantage, but please play fair. Does anyone know anything about the Slytherin team members?"

"John Fox." Andrea Garusso said. "I dated him last year." Everyone looked at her in disgust. "Dumped him though. He does whatever it takes to get what he wants. I know he plays really aggressive; he got called for about 60 fouls last year. I only know because he bragged about it." She added.

"Great! Thanks, Andie. I also know that their Seeker is Patrick Cirri. He must be pretty decent, because he beat out Malfoy for the position, and I've seen him play. The beaters are going to be aggressive, because they always are. I don't want you to fight fire with fire. Focus on not getting hit, and scoring. Well, I guess that's it. I expect you all to be well-rested tomorrow, and everyone should meet in the locker room at 9:30. Okay, I dismiss you."

He, Albus, and Rose walked back to the common room together. "I better score or else my father will disown me!" Rose was ranting. "Oh James, just catch the snitch as soon as you can!"

"I'm waiting until we are a few points ahead. I want to keep enough points where if we lose a game, we can still win the cup. And don't worry Rose!"

They made their way into the common room and were so exhausted that they went straight to bed. James was almost asleep when Albus called out to him.
"James?"

"Yeah?" he said annoyed. After a few moments without a reply, he said "What is it?"

"What if your dream is a symbol? What if something actually does happen tomorrow?"

"Then we'll see, Albus. We need some sleep now." James said wearily.

"Okay…"

"And Albus?" James asked, yawning.

"Mmhm?"

"When you enter your third year, you should try Divination. You'd be good at it. You have the right mind." And with that being said, James rolled over and drifted into a peaceful sleep.

James excitedly hopped out of bed the next morning, pep-talking himself as he got ready. "All you have to do is focus." He'd go over the game plan in his head over and over. Albus was already up and in the common room when James came down the stairs.

"Morning! Should we go down to eat?" Albus asked and James nodded. They entered the great hall to see Andrea and Rose already sitting together at the Gryffindor table. It has been a tradition for the past ten years for the teams to sit together on game days, so Albus and James made their way over. Rose was chattering away about how nervouse she was, and how something bad was going to happen.

"I can just sense it! Someone's going to fall off their broom, or get hit by a bludger, or-"

"would you calm down? If we play the way we've been practicing, we'll do great." James interrupted her. By this time, the whole team had arrived and was digging into their breakfast. Soon enough, it was 9:25 and the team made their way to the pitch together. "We have just over 30 minutes to get changed and warmed up. Remember guys, focus. If we can keep our heads in the game, we can win this easily." James said as they entered the locker room. "Here's how things will work. I'm going to alternate between hovering above and below the game, searching for the snitch. Of you see it and I don't, hit a bludger towards me, and I'll look up and you can signal to me where you saw it. If you notice that Patrick sees the snitch and I am far behind or haven't noticed it yet, distract him. Send a bludger to him, fly in front of him, do anything that we can't get fouled for. Got it?" James confirmed, and everyone nodded in return.

Everyone changed into their uniform. Very little conversation was being kept, until Andrea blurted out "It just dawned on me, but has anyone got a clue for who's commentating?"

"Katelyn and Aldrin, I think. They take turns. I only know because Aldrin told me, but no ones supposed to know until the game... Oops." Albus giggled.

They walked out to the pitch to a roaring crowd. Nearly all the stand were packed with students cheering for Gryffindor. Even most of the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were cheering for Gryffindor. Ron called the captains over to shake hands, and with a blow of his whistle, they lifted off. James decided to begin below the players, and was hovering when he noticed Katelyn commentating.

"Weasley with the quaffle, she's speeding right towards the hoops! She shoots, and-Aww! Saved by Slythering keeper, Charles Fedderwitz! Now Fox has the Quaffle, and passes it over, but Garusso intercepts it! She shoots, and scores! Ten points to Gryffindor!" James was now circling around the game, making his way over the players. "Beatriz Parkinson now has the quaffle! Weasley tries grabbing it- Ouch! That's got to hurt!" James looked up to see Rose getting hit by a Bludger. She seemed fine though; she just kept playing like nothing happened. "Parkinson passes it to Fox, Fox throws- And a terrific save by Albus Potter!" Great job! James thought. He Started scanning around for any sign of the snitch, but no luck. He did, however, spot one familiar face. Dad! Dad's here! He became so distracted with excitement that he didn't even notice Andrea and Rose score another twenty points. He saw the faintest flash of gold over by the Slytherin goal, and dove straight for it. "Look's like James Potter has found the snitch!" He heard the voice of Aldrin Gaffud chime. However, he stopped abruptly when he realized it was just the reflection of Fedderwitz's gold watch. It wasn't a waste of a dive, though. It confused Patrick Cirri and he was staying around the goal post, searching frantically. And then he saw it; The tiny, shiny, Golden Snitch was hovering just above the announcer's post. "Garusso passes the quaffle to Weasley, and- SHE SCORES! Gryffindor is now leading 40 to nothing!" He sped over to the announcer's stand, reached for the snitch; but it was too quick for him. It zoomed away from him, and he followed. It sped right in the middle of the game, where James followed, almost getting whacked by a bludger. He realized Cirri was on his tail, and zoomed even faster. Almost in grabbing distance from the snitch, he reached out his hand, but it shot down, towards the ground. James determinedly dove down, extended his hand, and felt the tiny ball land firmly in it. He did it! The crowd was going crazy as he landed on the ground and dismounted his broom, extending the snitch in the air, closed tightly in his fist. He had never been so happy in his life.

Suddenly, he heard the familiar, loud cackle of the witch in his dream, and he stood, frozen, on the pitch. The same woman emerged from dark fog right in front of him, and suddenly he knew who she was. Bellatrix Lestrange. She looked even more evil than the pictures of her in his History of Magic textbook.

"Well, well, well. Who have we got here? If it isn't James Sirius Potter. Son of the 'Chosen One' who destroyed my master. What to do with you?" She sneered. "Of course; it's not you I'm after. Oh, dear no. It's your filthy, half-blood father. But you are still family, aren't you? What difference does it make if I kill you first? Then I'll just move on to your cowardly father-"

"MY FATHER IS NOT A COWARD!" James interrupted.

"My, hasn't your mother taught you any manners? Or do blood-traitors don't worry about those? I think I know just how to take care of you. CRUCIO!" She shouted.

The worst pain shot through James's body. It felt as if his limbs were on fire, as he screamed in agony. He felt as if he couldn't bear the pain any longer- if he did, he'd be driven into insanity. Suddenly, the pain stopped. He lay on the ground with his eyes closed shut, scared to move, as if any movement would cause the pain to begin again. He could hear Bellatrix cackling.

"And now his wittle daddy has come down to save him. Foolish, you are, Harry Potter. You always were a sucker for love, eh? How would you feel if I killed yet another one of your family?" She demanded.

"Don't you dare take one step closer to him." The voice of his father spoke. Run, dad. Leave me and don't get killed. James thought to himself.

"I think I'll just save you the trouble, though. Poor Ginny Weasley can't handle two deaths in one day!" She mocked. "So I'll just kill you instead." James kept his eyes shut. He couldn't bear to see his father get killed. All because of me. He thought. "AVADA KEDAVR-"

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Shouted a nearby voice. Rose! It has to be Rose! James figured. He heard Bellatrix shriek, as her wand flew from her hand.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Harry shouted. James heard a thump, which must have been the evil woman hitting the ground. "James! James…. Are you alright?" Harry was hovering over James, but James didn't speak. His eyes were still shut, because he feared that if they opened, he would be brought back to reality. He tried to motion to his father that he was okay, but he couldn't. Instead, he let out a soft, terrified whimper, and began shaking with anxiety. Someone picked him up, whom he assumed was hagrid due to the rough beard that his cheek was resting on. It wasn't until he was placed on a bed when he felt comfortable enough to open his eyes, and allow the surroundings of the hospital wing fill his vision.