A/N: I've received quite a bit of inspiration for a MWPP fiction after reading "My name is Remus Lupin." I have also read "My name is Sirius Black," but… That's different. I'm sorry for not updating my other stories, +Gutterflower+ and Snuffles' Stay, but I'm having writer's block when it comes to those two. I'll be posting rather soon, mind.
Disclaimer: I will only say this once because everybody knows this already. Everything here belongs to their respectful owners. The characters Castor Ashton Black, Jaimie Black, Segin Black, Romulus Lupin (as he is portrayed), Silvia Lupin, Faustulus Lupin, Duke Potter, Alexandria Potter, and Jeeves (No, not the search engine) belong to… myself.
They call me James Potter
They call me James Potter; sometimes even Prongs. I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I am currently Head Boy, residing in Gryffindor House with my mates. I have a wonderful girlfriend, and my life is perfect. I couldn't ask for anything more.
My nickname comes with good meaning; it's from the form of my Animagus-self. Prongs… I can't help but stifle a laugh at the thoughts that run through my mind when I think of the past. About what happened… about what we've done, and what we've accomplished, and what we've become. Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, my mates, have led me into a world that I could've never, ever accomplished before. They're like part of my family… My large, very noisy family.
I remember everything as vivid as yesterday; the taste, the smell, the feel… All of my past comes into my mind with a simple change of the wind or presence of a certain scent. That's why I'm writing this, I figure. My memories are so eventful that I want to preserve them, to keep them forever… This can be something that I'll show my children and future wife when I'm older. It's something that I can cherish forever.
This is also something that I can look back on, when the time comes, and remember all of the happy times that I've held with my friends and family. Life is getting dark… and things are beginning to change… and I don't know how much longer things will stay the way they are.
Where should I begin? Perhaps with a little information about myself? Alright; later generations of my family might read this, and might want to know a little more about me.
My full name is James Kadin Potter, and, as I've stated before, my nickname is Prongs. My hair is a dark brown; almost black, but not quite, and my eyes are dark blue; clouded and murky. My favourite colour is white - it symbolizes purity, and that is what the world needs these days. Purity.
Transfiguration is my favourite class at Hogwarts, and my best mates are, again, as I've stated before, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin. We share a bond that knows no depths. We've done so many things together, and we will continue to, until the end of our days. My Mum's name is Alexandria, and my Father's name is Duke; he's the current Minister of Magic, on the road to fame and glory. I love my parents more than anything… unless, of course, that anything is Lily Evans.
Lily Evans is the love of my life, and I don't just mean 'puppy love' either. I'm not sure that she knows how much I love her; I don't think it's apparent from the lack of "I love you's" that I give her… but words alone cannot express everything I feel. I'm thinking… yes, thinking, of asking her about the depth of her feelings… just to make sure that I don't make a horrible mistake by asking her to marry me.
I'm an Animagi. My form is a stag; thus, Prongs, due to my antlers. Who would have thought? James Potter, a stag! I laugh at it myself. You should have been there when I first transformed… it was a riot. That's all right, though… Peter is a rat. Sirius is a dog.
The reason that we are Animagi is because of Remus; Remus Lupin. We found out that Remus is a werewolf by bombarding him with numerous questions… "Why do you always leave like that? Where do you go? Why are you in the Hospital Wing afterward for so long?" We figured out the truth of him, late in our First Year.
And in our Fifth year, we did the unimaginable.
Ahh… so many memories, and so little time to write my 'story.' My hand is cramping from the hold on my quill, and my eyes are blurring from the time I've spent awake. Too much homework does that to you.
The Marauder's are asleep; I might as well get a little 'shut-eye' myself.
Tomorrow will be the big day. I'll ask Lily the questions that I have in mind… I'm so nervous. To those of you who read this in the future; I love you, and I hope that you'll never have to feel this pain of annoying nerves ever within your life.
G'night.
-James
Disclaimer: I will only say this once because everybody knows this already. Everything here belongs to their respectful owners. The characters Castor Ashton Black, Jaimie Black, Segin Black, Romulus Lupin (as he is portrayed), Silvia Lupin, Faustulus Lupin, Duke Potter, Alexandria Potter, and Jeeves (No, not the search engine) belong to… myself.
They call me James Potter; sometimes even Prongs. I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I am currently Head Boy, residing in Gryffindor House with my mates. I have a wonderful girlfriend, and my life is perfect. I couldn't ask for anything more.
My nickname comes with good meaning; it's from the form of my Animagus-self. Prongs… I can't help but stifle a laugh at the thoughts that run through my mind when I think of the past. About what happened… about what we've done, and what we've accomplished, and what we've become. Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, my mates, have led me into a world that I could've never, ever accomplished before. They're like part of my family… My large, very noisy family.
I remember everything as vivid as yesterday; the taste, the smell, the feel… All of my past comes into my mind with a simple change of the wind or presence of a certain scent. That's why I'm writing this, I figure. My memories are so eventful that I want to preserve them, to keep them forever… This can be something that I'll show my children and future wife when I'm older. It's something that I can cherish forever.
This is also something that I can look back on, when the time comes, and remember all of the happy times that I've held with my friends and family. Life is getting dark… and things are beginning to change… and I don't know how much longer things will stay the way they are.
Where should I begin? Perhaps with a little information about myself? Alright; later generations of my family might read this, and might want to know a little more about me.
My full name is James Kadin Potter, and, as I've stated before, my nickname is Prongs. My hair is a dark brown; almost black, but not quite, and my eyes are dark blue; clouded and murky. My favourite colour is white - it symbolizes purity, and that is what the world needs these days. Purity.
Transfiguration is my favourite class at Hogwarts, and my best mates are, again, as I've stated before, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin. We share a bond that knows no depths. We've done so many things together, and we will continue to, until the end of our days. My Mum's name is Alexandria, and my Father's name is Duke; he's the current Minister of Magic, on the road to fame and glory. I love my parents more than anything… unless, of course, that anything is Lily Evans.
Lily Evans is the love of my life, and I don't just mean 'puppy love' either. I'm not sure that she knows how much I love her; I don't think it's apparent from the lack of "I love you's" that I give her… but words alone cannot express everything I feel. I'm thinking… yes, thinking, of asking her about the depth of her feelings… just to make sure that I don't make a horrible mistake by asking her to marry me.
I'm an Animagi. My form is a stag; thus, Prongs, due to my antlers. Who would have thought? James Potter, a stag! I laugh at it myself. You should have been there when I first transformed… it was a riot. That's all right, though… Peter is a rat. Sirius is a dog.
The reason that we are Animagi is because of Remus; Remus Lupin. We found out that Remus is a werewolf by bombarding him with numerous questions… "Why do you always leave like that? Where do you go? Why are you in the Hospital Wing afterward for so long?" We figured out the truth of him, late in our First Year.
And in our Fifth year, we did the unimaginable.
Ahh… so many memories, and so little time to write my 'story.' My hand is cramping from the hold on my quill, and my eyes are blurring from the time I've spent awake. Too much homework does that to you.
The Marauder's are asleep; I might as well get a little 'shut-eye' myself.
Tomorrow will be the big day. I'll ask Lily the questions that I have in mind… I'm so nervous. To those of you who read this in the future; I love you, and I hope that you'll never have to feel this pain of annoying nerves ever within your life.
G'night.
-James