My Message!!! Well here's the second chapter which is just James's
introduction into the wizarding world. Agloechen thanku for the review!
Diagon Alley will be coming next chapter. (
James Potter stared anxiously into his mirror, trying to flatten his hair. This had to be the day! All through July, he had been awaiting the owl from Hogwarts. And as each day went past, with no hint of the expected, he ticked off a box on a piece of parchment. There were few boxes left.
"Tomorrow will be the day," he muttered to himself yesterday, after the morning post had been delivered, again with no luck. But he was truly getting frantic by this time. It was late July. Surely he had enough wizarding power inside of him? Since the age of 3, he was already turning toadstools into mushrooms (which Mrs. Potter had said had always amused him). So he had to be worthy! July was beginning to grow colder.and the days flew faster.
"Don't worry dear," Mrs. Potter had smiled.
"Yeah, any day now," Mr. Potter had encouraged.
His parents were so sure of his admittance. After all, the Potters were and always had been a pure blood family. Why should James be any different? They had great plans for him. This is what James had thought as well until recently. What if he didn't get in? They had no other plans for him because they had been so sure.
"That's what comes from being so bloody cocky doesn't it!" James said aloud, slamming down his hair brush.
His mirror gave him a stern look and James quickly muttered his apologies. "You don't want to be getting yourself into a temper, your hair might stand on even more of an end!" the mirror said in a wheezy voice, before laughing hysterically, seeming to think she had made a hilarious joke.
"Well at least I have hair!" James retorted before storming out of the room and down the stairs into the kitchen, avoiding the trick step 4 from the bottom. His parents looked up. Mrs. Potter had been conjuring up eggs and bacon while Mr. Potter was getting rid of the Boggart from the pantry, like his wife had asked him to.
"Oh James dear, don't go getting into a fight with your mirror again, remember last time? When she tried to smash herself to give you 7 years bad luck?" Mrs. Potter placed a hand on his shoulder. James muttered something about the mirror that sounded like the word witch but his mother didn't seem to hear. Instead, she was gazing out the window as the morning post arrived outside, flicking her wand briefly to open the window for the owls.
"Well let's see, another postcard from Uncle Alfred, a letter from the ministry about remembralls, the daily prophet."
James's face looked extremely downcast as his mother listed the letters. Nothing. He had been so sure that it would come today. The 30th. After all, he had heard that they expect an answer by the 31st.How soon were they cutting it. IF they were sending it.James tried to push the nasty voice from his head. Mrs. Potter seemed to read his mind, staring down sympathetically at him. She finished making the eggs and bacon and loaded some onto a plate for him.
SMASH
The plate shattered into a hundred pieces as James' mother dropped it. An owl had flown in through the open window, screeching endlessly, obviously late, startling Mrs. Potter. But sure enough the letter was from Hogwarts, like Lily's, confirming his acceptance. James grinned as his parents smiled knowingly at him.
Sure, he had known all along. Had he doubted that he, James Potter would not be rejected? Never.
James Potter stared anxiously into his mirror, trying to flatten his hair. This had to be the day! All through July, he had been awaiting the owl from Hogwarts. And as each day went past, with no hint of the expected, he ticked off a box on a piece of parchment. There were few boxes left.
"Tomorrow will be the day," he muttered to himself yesterday, after the morning post had been delivered, again with no luck. But he was truly getting frantic by this time. It was late July. Surely he had enough wizarding power inside of him? Since the age of 3, he was already turning toadstools into mushrooms (which Mrs. Potter had said had always amused him). So he had to be worthy! July was beginning to grow colder.and the days flew faster.
"Don't worry dear," Mrs. Potter had smiled.
"Yeah, any day now," Mr. Potter had encouraged.
His parents were so sure of his admittance. After all, the Potters were and always had been a pure blood family. Why should James be any different? They had great plans for him. This is what James had thought as well until recently. What if he didn't get in? They had no other plans for him because they had been so sure.
"That's what comes from being so bloody cocky doesn't it!" James said aloud, slamming down his hair brush.
His mirror gave him a stern look and James quickly muttered his apologies. "You don't want to be getting yourself into a temper, your hair might stand on even more of an end!" the mirror said in a wheezy voice, before laughing hysterically, seeming to think she had made a hilarious joke.
"Well at least I have hair!" James retorted before storming out of the room and down the stairs into the kitchen, avoiding the trick step 4 from the bottom. His parents looked up. Mrs. Potter had been conjuring up eggs and bacon while Mr. Potter was getting rid of the Boggart from the pantry, like his wife had asked him to.
"Oh James dear, don't go getting into a fight with your mirror again, remember last time? When she tried to smash herself to give you 7 years bad luck?" Mrs. Potter placed a hand on his shoulder. James muttered something about the mirror that sounded like the word witch but his mother didn't seem to hear. Instead, she was gazing out the window as the morning post arrived outside, flicking her wand briefly to open the window for the owls.
"Well let's see, another postcard from Uncle Alfred, a letter from the ministry about remembralls, the daily prophet."
James's face looked extremely downcast as his mother listed the letters. Nothing. He had been so sure that it would come today. The 30th. After all, he had heard that they expect an answer by the 31st.How soon were they cutting it. IF they were sending it.James tried to push the nasty voice from his head. Mrs. Potter seemed to read his mind, staring down sympathetically at him. She finished making the eggs and bacon and loaded some onto a plate for him.
SMASH
The plate shattered into a hundred pieces as James' mother dropped it. An owl had flown in through the open window, screeching endlessly, obviously late, startling Mrs. Potter. But sure enough the letter was from Hogwarts, like Lily's, confirming his acceptance. James grinned as his parents smiled knowingly at him.
Sure, he had known all along. Had he doubted that he, James Potter would not be rejected? Never.