Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns most of it. Some of the ideas are mine.
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(as told by a third person in James's house.)
The days passed swiftly with nothing too noticeable(apart from the fact that James practically forgot that he had started a diary). He was busy reading up spells and practicing them for school.
"James, dear. Wake up!" called the warm voice of his mother. He sprang out of bed and ran down. He nibbled at his breakfast, too excited to eat.
"Don't worry, dear. Great great great granddad is going, too. You won't be alone. If you have nothing to do, you can always ask Great great great grandpa Albus to teach you some Transfiguration so you will be ahead of others."
"I'll be fine, mum. Won't need no help from no great great grandpa of yours"
"James!"
"yes, mum."
"You know that we should respect Great great great grandpa however wierd- oh! uhmm.. i mean 'different' he is." she glared at James.
James giggled and nodded his head.
"Now, you watch yourself. You look so much like your father that someone would believe you were his replica. Make sure you don't behave like your father. Oh! I wouldn't be able to stand the shame if we had two pranksters in the house. Now, I know you don't care for pranks and stuff but make sure you hang out with the right kind of people. You know, James, the people you hang out with can make a change to yourself. You keep this in mind, young boy."
James nodded fervently.
"oh yes! Make sure Armando Dippet likes you. Nothing is possible if you're not his pet or something. And oh, yes! If you need to fight a troll or something for the sorting, ask the troll to put you in Gryffindor."
"Alright, mum,"
"Oh, James, by the way, I got a new job."
"What is it mum," he asked looking up from his bacon.
"You'll find out soon enough, I guess. Now, run along," she said.
James got up and ran back up. He packed his stuff for school. Lastly, he picked up a box and thought "they'll have to let you in. I won't go if they don't,"
"James... It's time," great great great grandfather's voice rang out. James struggled with his trunk and ran down.
"Now, remember everything I've told you, dear. I'll miss you." James nodded at his mother.
Mr. Potter walked up and said "Do well, my boy. Don't let down the family name."
James nodded at his father and looked expectingly at his great great great grandfather. He picked up the flowerpot and threw a fistful of floo powder in the flames.
His father placed his trunk in the fire. His grandfather and James got in and yelled, "Platform 9 and 3 quarters."
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(as told by a third person in James's house.)
The days passed swiftly with nothing too noticeable(apart from the fact that James practically forgot that he had started a diary). He was busy reading up spells and practicing them for school.
"James, dear. Wake up!" called the warm voice of his mother. He sprang out of bed and ran down. He nibbled at his breakfast, too excited to eat.
"Don't worry, dear. Great great great granddad is going, too. You won't be alone. If you have nothing to do, you can always ask Great great great grandpa Albus to teach you some Transfiguration so you will be ahead of others."
"I'll be fine, mum. Won't need no help from no great great grandpa of yours"
"James!"
"yes, mum."
"You know that we should respect Great great great grandpa however wierd- oh! uhmm.. i mean 'different' he is." she glared at James.
James giggled and nodded his head.
"Now, you watch yourself. You look so much like your father that someone would believe you were his replica. Make sure you don't behave like your father. Oh! I wouldn't be able to stand the shame if we had two pranksters in the house. Now, I know you don't care for pranks and stuff but make sure you hang out with the right kind of people. You know, James, the people you hang out with can make a change to yourself. You keep this in mind, young boy."
James nodded fervently.
"oh yes! Make sure Armando Dippet likes you. Nothing is possible if you're not his pet or something. And oh, yes! If you need to fight a troll or something for the sorting, ask the troll to put you in Gryffindor."
"Alright, mum,"
"Oh, James, by the way, I got a new job."
"What is it mum," he asked looking up from his bacon.
"You'll find out soon enough, I guess. Now, run along," she said.
James got up and ran back up. He packed his stuff for school. Lastly, he picked up a box and thought "they'll have to let you in. I won't go if they don't,"
"James... It's time," great great great grandfather's voice rang out. James struggled with his trunk and ran down.
"Now, remember everything I've told you, dear. I'll miss you." James nodded at his mother.
Mr. Potter walked up and said "Do well, my boy. Don't let down the family name."
James nodded at his father and looked expectingly at his great great great grandfather. He picked up the flowerpot and threw a fistful of floo powder in the flames.
His father placed his trunk in the fire. His grandfather and James got in and yelled, "Platform 9 and 3 quarters."