September 1, 1964
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James Potter had never been so nervous in his short life. Eleven years old, he found himself sitting silently aboard the Hogwarts Express, which was now speeding through the countryside. He had a slight feeling of anticipation in his stomach. He glanced out the window. his blue eyes framed back glasses (which he absolutely hated.) James pushed his glasses up on his nose. He had gotten his Hogwarts letter only a few weeks ago...his parents, a witch and wizard, had been thrilled. His mother, Janis Potter, worked for Gringotts, wizarding bank, and his father, Richard Potter, worked as and Auror for the Ministry of Magic. James sighed, and leaned back in his seat. He sometimes hated being an only child; it was bad enough that he spent the majority of his time at home alone. What was worse was that he was only son of Richard Potter, going to Hogwarts for the first time. James was worried, mainly about being put into Slytherin, which his father had told him was the mopst disgraceful of the Hogwarts houses. James hoped for Gryffindor, in which both his parents had been. James swallowed, his throat feeling slightly dry. He had known he was a wizard for many years...how else could you explain the weird things that happened to him? How could he deny it, when his parents were who they were? James thoughts were interrupted when a dark haired, dark eyed boy stumbled into the compartment, looking every bit as amazed as he himself felt. The boy looked around momentarily. This was none other than Sirius Black.
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This chapter should be the first chapter in this story. Sorry for the mistake!
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James Potter had never been so nervous in his short life. Eleven years old, he found himself sitting silently aboard the Hogwarts Express, which was now speeding through the countryside. He had a slight feeling of anticipation in his stomach. He glanced out the window. his blue eyes framed back glasses (which he absolutely hated.) James pushed his glasses up on his nose. He had gotten his Hogwarts letter only a few weeks ago...his parents, a witch and wizard, had been thrilled. His mother, Janis Potter, worked for Gringotts, wizarding bank, and his father, Richard Potter, worked as and Auror for the Ministry of Magic. James sighed, and leaned back in his seat. He sometimes hated being an only child; it was bad enough that he spent the majority of his time at home alone. What was worse was that he was only son of Richard Potter, going to Hogwarts for the first time. James was worried, mainly about being put into Slytherin, which his father had told him was the mopst disgraceful of the Hogwarts houses. James hoped for Gryffindor, in which both his parents had been. James swallowed, his throat feeling slightly dry. He had known he was a wizard for many years...how else could you explain the weird things that happened to him? How could he deny it, when his parents were who they were? James thoughts were interrupted when a dark haired, dark eyed boy stumbled into the compartment, looking every bit as amazed as he himself felt. The boy looked around momentarily. This was none other than Sirius Black.
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This chapter should be the first chapter in this story. Sorry for the mistake!