Author's Notes:

I've decided to edit my chapters so that they prove to be the best of my ability and the best of your expectations. Stories may appear dull at first glance but I assure you that my story will became interesting as you go on.

Chapter 1

Today leads to tomorrow

It was a fine summer's day. The sun could be visible just over the horizon, brightening up the dim blue cloudless skies and encouraged the hope everyone persists every moment that it would be announcing the beginning of a better day than the last. It crept sleekly into the sleeping wizard's village of Godric's Hollow, brought displayed its flamboyant colors to a five-storey house with a rather large garden, (which, with great possibilities, is for Quidditch) and flooded its beam through James Potter's bedroom window.

The alarm clock rang and a hand groped blindly to press the start button of an amusing day, the first of September, as so said on the calendar hanging on the wall. Even the owl, Lanles, seemed to be celebrating his master's first day at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. James sat up, rubbed his eyes and blinked in the abrupt orange light films upon the wall. His eyes searched the room and stopped at the sight of a massive leather trunk which chose that moment to disappear with a ear splitting crack, Jumping up urgently, almost as if his sleeping brain had oblivated the importance of today, though now it's truthfully recalled, he pulled clothes roughly over his head at an alarming speed.

Medium height for his age, James had stubbornly untidy hair and the ruffling it got hardly helped. His awakened hazel eyes behind the spectacles showed nothing but cheerfulness, confidence and a sense of curiosity and eagerness of the day. The aroma from the kitchen by their house elf - Camry, drifted through the ajar door of his bedroom.

James seized Lanles's cage and dashed down the stairs from the fourth landing to the dining room on the ground floor. The table was laden with plates of food and glasses of drinks; James felt an immediate fondness for Camry. His parents (Fleamont and Euphemia) are already seated at the table, their faces alighted with nothing but proudness for their son.

When James sat down, his mother presented him with a gentle smile as Fleamont already proceeded to mess up his son's already unruly hair. It was a much noisier meal than usual, his parents were soon filling him up with advice at Hogwarts V where to turn his head. James couldn't remember the turn of the subjects, but soon they are talking about Lord Voldemort, the death eaters and of course, the Order of the Phoenix.

"It's not as it was nowadays as it is now," Euphemia said, shaking her gorgeous head as if bothered by mosquitoes. "me and the other magical law enforcement squads aren't doing very well. The order's in a mess and the Aurors aren't making much of a process, are they?"

"Nope," Fleamont swallowed a mouthful of pudding, "dark times, too many suspects, dunno who to trust and where to turn, as I said to the order, we are all in a puzzle near Voldemort's supporters and himself."

"What does Voldemort look like?" James asked, it was Euphemia who answered.

"I honestly have no idea, Voldemort hardly stride in front of a camera did he?"

"Yeah I s'pose."

"Are you scared James," Asked Fleamont soothingly, "it's ok to be so, you don't have to go to Hogwarts, I guess me and Euphemia are talented enough to teach you."

"No dad," said James quickly, he would not stay at home after all these times of dreaming about Hogwarts, even if Voldemort was at large, "I wanna go to Hogwarts!"

His parents both presented him with a sad, understanding smile that James knew too well and returned to their cereals silently, apparently in depth of their own thoughts.

"James," Euphemia said slowly, breaking the silence "I know, as being a child once myself, that going to Hogwarts is one of one's best dreams… I want to promise you something," she took a breath and glanced over at her husband, who was wearing a rather stern and almost foreboding look on his face before continuing. "I will love and protect you, James, even if it is the last thing I do."

James felt extremely puzzled at Fleamont's fearful look and at his mothers mysterious smile, by that time he didn't understand anything. Little did he knew that years later he would wish that he will never understand.

"Let's go, James, I know you don't want to be late on your first day!" Said Fleamont, giving a hearty wink. "Camry, here please."

Crack! Camry appeared out of thin air in front of them, bringing along James's school trunk and Lanles. James dragged his trunk with him after his parents into the magically enlarged car and sped off towards platform nine and three-quarters.

By ten to eleven, they were settled at their destination. The Potters walked through the barrier without attracting any suspicions. James looked around, awestruck, at his surroundings. The barrier which they came through is now an archway with the mailbox within their vision. Families appeared out of nowhere in front of them, edging towards the steaming engine of the Hogwarts Express. Fleamont gave his son a bone-crushing hug and Euphemia planted a hasty kiss on Jame's forehead.

Within a minute, James was ushered through the train doors into an already full compartment. He carried his trunk and owl across the train in his search of an empty compartment or one with at least one vacant seat. Finally he came to a stop at the place he was looking for, it was almost empty except for a boy about his age, his wavy black hair blocking his handsome features as his glittering grey eyes gazed out of the window and up to the heavens, as though always knowing that it will take hold of him one day.