Author's Note:
I apologize for the delay. Due to personal reasons, I could not post on time.
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CHAPTER FIVE:
The One Where James Gets His Letter
June 1971…
James Potter hopped up onto the railing, his hands high in the air as he slid down to the bottom of the bannister. He dove off and did an impressive somersault before he landed on his feet in the front entrance hall. He'd barely found his footing before his mother's voice made him wince.
"James Fleamont Potter! What did I say about sliding down the bannisters?"
"To only do it when you're not home?" he asked hopefully.
Euphemia Potter stood in the doorway of the living room with her hands on her hips. "No."
James grinned. "But you have to admit, it was impressive."
Euphemia rolled her eyes before she pulled him close for a hug. "Brat."
"Can I go flying?"
"After," Euphemia said. "Your father has something for you."
James followed his mother into the living room to where his father was reading the paper by the fireplace. "Morning, Dad."
Fleamont folded his paper to smile at his only son. "Good morning, James. Sit down."
James plopped onto the sofa, his fidgeting legs stretching out across the cushions. "Can I go flying?"
"After," Fleamont said.
"Then can we go to London and look at some more records?"
"James."
"Sorry," he said, turning his attention to his father. "Wotcher, Dad."
Fleamont reached over to the little table next to him and picked up a letter. "Something arrived for you today."
James bolted upright, his eyes wide. "My Hogwarts letter?"
Fleamont passed him the envelope as Euphemia moved to sit on the arm of her husband's chair, smiling when he wrapped his arm around her waist.
James ripped open the envelope with glee, his hazel eyes wide in excitement. "It came! I'm going!"
"Of course you are, darling," Euphemia assured him.
James leapt to his feet and threw himself at his parents, grinning from ear to ear. "Now we have to go to London to celebrate! Records and racing brooms?"
Fleamont chuckled. "Perhaps a spot of breakfast first? What do you say, Fee?"
"I say breakfast and then a trip to Diagon Alley and maybe Apricity Lane," Euphemia said. "And Monty, James does not need a new broom."
Fleamont winked at James when Euphemia stood up. "I'm sure that we can find something else to celebrate this great news."
"A new guitar?" James asked, bouncing on his feet.
"Jamie, you can have a new guitar when you show me what you've learned on the old one."
James grinned. "Don't worry, Mum. I'll wow you with my rendition of 'While My Guitar Gently Weeps.' It will be so amazing, you'll cry!"
Euphemia snorted. "We'll see."
Fleamont chuckled as he stood up. "Breakfast first and then we'll see." When Euphemia only gave him a look, his lips curved. "He's your son."
"Hmm, until he's yours."
Fleamont kissed her as James made a gagging noise in the background. "Our boy's going to Hogwarts, Fee."
"Whoo!" James shouted, running out of the living room.
"James! Don't run!" Euphemia exclaimed. "And don't slide down the bannister!"
Fleamont's lips curved. "It's going to be very quiet around here."
But James didn't hear him, he was too busy screaming his exciting news at the house elves.
He was going to Hogwarts and he couldn't wait.