Salt of the Earth
Chapter 1: Meet the crowd
Disclaimer: I don't own anything which you recognize from the Harry Potter series.
"Needs more salt." Commented James Potter, a 15 year old boy who was enjoying his summer holidays before school started.
"No it doesn't!" His frustrated mother argued back, as she stirred the sauce with her wand. "Now why don't you ask Sirius to come over?" She suggested, trying to get James off her back.
"He's coming soon, as soon as he can get away from his parents, dark- blooded scum they are." James huffed, momentarily forgetting the salsa as his mind was distracted by vicious thoughts of his best friend Sirius's predicament when he was in his own house.
"Don't talk about other people's parents like that!' Reprimanded James's mother, Assyria, as she began to taste a bit of the salsa herself.
"But they are scum, and you know it mum," Grumbled James, before walking away in search of more things to do, or to quote his mother, more objects to break.
"It's too salty." His mother exclaimed, "how could you think it needed more salt?" She continued, ignoring the comment her son had made, but the exclamation did not reach her son's ears, as he had already grabbed his broom and was out of the kitchen.
James Potter, James Henry Potter to be exact, was going to be a fifth year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in about 2 months time. He was initially looking forward to the holidays, but now he was just getting bored. He was waiting for his friend Sirius to come over. Standing at about 5 feet 10 inches, James was rather tall for his age, and he saw this as an advantage in Quidditch, although in reality there really was none. He had messy black hair which stuck up in all directions, and had a habit of running his fingers through his hair to enforce the "punk" look he liked. Hazel eyes, a straight nose and well cut lips made up his main features, but he had a square jaw, and as his father said, this showed his stubbornness.
James's father was very critical of his son's appearance, studies and general lifestyle. He was the Minister of Magic, and therefore, his family was constantly under public scrutiny. In front of his father, James acted perfect, well as perfect as he could get that is. In school however, he was to quote some people, a devil in disguise. His fellow "devils" were Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.
Sirius Black had shaggy dark brown hair which constantly changed colour due to a few strategic colour changing charms he used on his hair. He had deep blue eyes, which constantly twinkled and a wide smile with shining teeth which reminded you of those exaggerated commercials which advertised a certain brand of toothpaste. He had a slight bump on his nose, due to a stray bludger which was once sent his way, according to Sirius but his friends knew the truth. He had walked into a door once, in his first year. However, as Sirius said, there was no need for anyone to know that so he used the "heroic Quidditch player" routine.
Remus Johan Lupin was about as tall as Sirius was, maybe an inch shorter at 5 feet 8 inches with sandy blonde hair which seemed to have a life of its own, a bit like James's but not so extreme. His blonde hair had the occasional silver streak, and sometimes gold or brown. With eyes the colour of a very light brown, he gave off this very shy and sensitive aura and that described his personality perfectly. He did have a mischievous side however, and was the peacemaker, but he did tend to have a touchy spot when it came to the mentioning of geese, but nobody really could understand that, with the exception of his best friends, but what is new right?
The last one was Peter Pettigrew and he had always been vertically challenged. However what he lacked in stature he made up in wittiness and sparks of mischief. He could be described as stocky or well padded but when you called him short, he could really deal a good punch as well as a lurid string of curses. He, like Remus, had blonde hair with Sirius's blue eyes, and had a sprinkle of freckles on his friendly face. He always admired James, and James loved to bask in his attention, and also admired Peter for his humour most of the time.
Back to James in his house in Godric Hollow. The house was large with three floors and it was magical. House elves ran all over the place, well there were actually only 3 house elves but they seemed to be everywhere at one time. James grabbed his broom and walked out of the house, but then changed his mind and walked back inside. After checking to see what his mother was doing, she was still brewing the weird salsa thing, he thought, he walked up the stairs, up to his room. He found his father in his office, talking on the phone, and he waved, not exactly expecting a gesture of response. His father nodded, which was quite an achievement, James thought before opening the door to his room and walking in.
James's room was red and gold with the Gryffindor lion all over the room. He had not changed decorations for a long time, and was not planning to. He searched for his owl, Apollo, found it, and fed it an owl treat. After that, he rummaged around his desk, which was littered with paper, for a certain piece of green parchment. He found it after a considerable amount of effort and a string of curses, and pulled out a quill from his pocket, dipped it in a pot of ink and began to write.
Sirius. Get your ass here now. Cheers, James.
With a flourish at the end, he attached it onto the leg of Apollo and sent him off to the Black Residence. The green parchment was fireproof, as the Blacks tended to blow up many of James's letters, saying that they were brainwashing their little Sirius. Of course, "their little Sirius" hated his parents with a vengeance, he hated the way they were knee deep, no wait scratch that nose deep in the dark arts and how they were absolutely determined to brand the dark mark onto him. When he was sorted into Gryffindor, they practically disowned him, but then decided against it when Dumbledore sent them a letter, which contents was guarded by Sirius's parents, but they did not disown him, much to generally everyone's disappointment.
James sat on his bed, thinking of a certain redhead who had caught his eye a few months ago, near the end of fourth year. Her name was Evans, Lilac Evans? Wait no, that was Lilac Crumble, the girl in Hufflepuff with the nice legs. No she was Lillian, or was it Vivian? Oh well he just called her Evans, it saved much trouble and possible embarrassment and also a punch in the jaw, he had seen her give Sirius a right hook for making a comment about somebody, he couldn't quite place it.
As he thought about Evans, he began to wonder what she was doing at that very moment, probably with her family who actually pay attention to her, he thought bitterly, thinking of his own parents. His mother was nice enough, but rarely listened to what James was saying and his father acted as though he owned no family. He supposed that compared to Sirius's family his family was heaven sent but still, he wanted a family like Remus's or Peter's, his parents always took him on holiday. Our favourite werewolf's parents however, were not able to do that, but made it up by spending as much time as possible with him.
He felt himself give a sigh and fall back onto his back to gaze at the ceiling, and promptly felt something drop on his face. It was the green letter, a bit singed but nonetheless rather intact.
Be right over. Don't get your panties in a twist. Even more cheers, so there, Ruler of the Universes aka Sirius.
James grinned as he tossed the parchment aside, he had a whole stack of fireproof parchments in his cabinet, somewhere or other. He summoned one with his wand, he could use magic as he lived in a magical neighbourhood. However, there was nobody but old people who lived in Godric's Hollow, and you could only hear stories about the Goblin Rebellion SO many times before you had the urge to whack them on the head.
He waited around, wondering once more about what Evans was doing, before thinking about her gorgeous red hair, he beautiful eyes, that evil smirk she always wore when she was mocking him.
Chapter 1: Meet the crowd
Disclaimer: I don't own anything which you recognize from the Harry Potter series.
"Needs more salt." Commented James Potter, a 15 year old boy who was enjoying his summer holidays before school started.
"No it doesn't!" His frustrated mother argued back, as she stirred the sauce with her wand. "Now why don't you ask Sirius to come over?" She suggested, trying to get James off her back.
"He's coming soon, as soon as he can get away from his parents, dark- blooded scum they are." James huffed, momentarily forgetting the salsa as his mind was distracted by vicious thoughts of his best friend Sirius's predicament when he was in his own house.
"Don't talk about other people's parents like that!' Reprimanded James's mother, Assyria, as she began to taste a bit of the salsa herself.
"But they are scum, and you know it mum," Grumbled James, before walking away in search of more things to do, or to quote his mother, more objects to break.
"It's too salty." His mother exclaimed, "how could you think it needed more salt?" She continued, ignoring the comment her son had made, but the exclamation did not reach her son's ears, as he had already grabbed his broom and was out of the kitchen.
James Potter, James Henry Potter to be exact, was going to be a fifth year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in about 2 months time. He was initially looking forward to the holidays, but now he was just getting bored. He was waiting for his friend Sirius to come over. Standing at about 5 feet 10 inches, James was rather tall for his age, and he saw this as an advantage in Quidditch, although in reality there really was none. He had messy black hair which stuck up in all directions, and had a habit of running his fingers through his hair to enforce the "punk" look he liked. Hazel eyes, a straight nose and well cut lips made up his main features, but he had a square jaw, and as his father said, this showed his stubbornness.
James's father was very critical of his son's appearance, studies and general lifestyle. He was the Minister of Magic, and therefore, his family was constantly under public scrutiny. In front of his father, James acted perfect, well as perfect as he could get that is. In school however, he was to quote some people, a devil in disguise. His fellow "devils" were Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.
Sirius Black had shaggy dark brown hair which constantly changed colour due to a few strategic colour changing charms he used on his hair. He had deep blue eyes, which constantly twinkled and a wide smile with shining teeth which reminded you of those exaggerated commercials which advertised a certain brand of toothpaste. He had a slight bump on his nose, due to a stray bludger which was once sent his way, according to Sirius but his friends knew the truth. He had walked into a door once, in his first year. However, as Sirius said, there was no need for anyone to know that so he used the "heroic Quidditch player" routine.
Remus Johan Lupin was about as tall as Sirius was, maybe an inch shorter at 5 feet 8 inches with sandy blonde hair which seemed to have a life of its own, a bit like James's but not so extreme. His blonde hair had the occasional silver streak, and sometimes gold or brown. With eyes the colour of a very light brown, he gave off this very shy and sensitive aura and that described his personality perfectly. He did have a mischievous side however, and was the peacemaker, but he did tend to have a touchy spot when it came to the mentioning of geese, but nobody really could understand that, with the exception of his best friends, but what is new right?
The last one was Peter Pettigrew and he had always been vertically challenged. However what he lacked in stature he made up in wittiness and sparks of mischief. He could be described as stocky or well padded but when you called him short, he could really deal a good punch as well as a lurid string of curses. He, like Remus, had blonde hair with Sirius's blue eyes, and had a sprinkle of freckles on his friendly face. He always admired James, and James loved to bask in his attention, and also admired Peter for his humour most of the time.
Back to James in his house in Godric Hollow. The house was large with three floors and it was magical. House elves ran all over the place, well there were actually only 3 house elves but they seemed to be everywhere at one time. James grabbed his broom and walked out of the house, but then changed his mind and walked back inside. After checking to see what his mother was doing, she was still brewing the weird salsa thing, he thought, he walked up the stairs, up to his room. He found his father in his office, talking on the phone, and he waved, not exactly expecting a gesture of response. His father nodded, which was quite an achievement, James thought before opening the door to his room and walking in.
James's room was red and gold with the Gryffindor lion all over the room. He had not changed decorations for a long time, and was not planning to. He searched for his owl, Apollo, found it, and fed it an owl treat. After that, he rummaged around his desk, which was littered with paper, for a certain piece of green parchment. He found it after a considerable amount of effort and a string of curses, and pulled out a quill from his pocket, dipped it in a pot of ink and began to write.
Sirius. Get your ass here now. Cheers, James.
With a flourish at the end, he attached it onto the leg of Apollo and sent him off to the Black Residence. The green parchment was fireproof, as the Blacks tended to blow up many of James's letters, saying that they were brainwashing their little Sirius. Of course, "their little Sirius" hated his parents with a vengeance, he hated the way they were knee deep, no wait scratch that nose deep in the dark arts and how they were absolutely determined to brand the dark mark onto him. When he was sorted into Gryffindor, they practically disowned him, but then decided against it when Dumbledore sent them a letter, which contents was guarded by Sirius's parents, but they did not disown him, much to generally everyone's disappointment.
James sat on his bed, thinking of a certain redhead who had caught his eye a few months ago, near the end of fourth year. Her name was Evans, Lilac Evans? Wait no, that was Lilac Crumble, the girl in Hufflepuff with the nice legs. No she was Lillian, or was it Vivian? Oh well he just called her Evans, it saved much trouble and possible embarrassment and also a punch in the jaw, he had seen her give Sirius a right hook for making a comment about somebody, he couldn't quite place it.
As he thought about Evans, he began to wonder what she was doing at that very moment, probably with her family who actually pay attention to her, he thought bitterly, thinking of his own parents. His mother was nice enough, but rarely listened to what James was saying and his father acted as though he owned no family. He supposed that compared to Sirius's family his family was heaven sent but still, he wanted a family like Remus's or Peter's, his parents always took him on holiday. Our favourite werewolf's parents however, were not able to do that, but made it up by spending as much time as possible with him.
He felt himself give a sigh and fall back onto his back to gaze at the ceiling, and promptly felt something drop on his face. It was the green letter, a bit singed but nonetheless rather intact.
Be right over. Don't get your panties in a twist. Even more cheers, so there, Ruler of the Universes aka Sirius.
James grinned as he tossed the parchment aside, he had a whole stack of fireproof parchments in his cabinet, somewhere or other. He summoned one with his wand, he could use magic as he lived in a magical neighbourhood. However, there was nobody but old people who lived in Godric's Hollow, and you could only hear stories about the Goblin Rebellion SO many times before you had the urge to whack them on the head.
He waited around, wondering once more about what Evans was doing, before thinking about her gorgeous red hair, he beautiful eyes, that evil smirk she always wore when she was mocking him.
