A/N OK, Chapter 3 finally here! (You know, isn't it Great that I'd rather
be doing this than revising 4 my exams??) Hope you appreciate! Lol PLEASE
R&R and THANKYOU 4 READING it is GREATLY APPRECIATED!!! (
CHAPTER 3
James had been in Diagonally several times before with his parents. The one time he had actually been bought something was on his tenth birthday, for which he had received a white mouse he named Hector.
He spent half an hour in Olivanders, until finally finding the perfect, 11 inch wand containing a single unicorn tail hair.
He then got all his school books, noticing several students round about his own age. One of whom had dark red hair and startling green eyes. David Potter winked at him as he saw who his son was gazing at. "Pretty girl is she?" He said laughing. James scowled and turned his head to look back at Defence against the Dark Arts grade 1, before quickly shooting her one last glance when his father was looking the other way. He did see another boy, but he couldn't be sure whether he was first or second year and didn't approach incase it turned out he was a snobbish fifth year prefect. Then after several other shop visits, carried their shopping back into the Leaky Cauldron. The BarMan winked at them from behind the counter. "Ah, 'Ogwarts is it? Yer, we've 'ad quite a number of yer in here!"
James half smiled, half frowned as he wondered what the ideal reply to this comment would be.
"Yes, I'm sure it's been very busy." His mother spoke for him.
"First year is it?" The barman grunted, glancing at James.
James nodded not wanting to ask how the barman knew this. "Can we go?" He hissed out of the corner of his mouth. So the three of them grabbed a handful of floo powder and moments later found themselves sprawled across the carpet of number 8 Sarvin Square.
James dumped the supplies in his bedroom, listening briefly to hear if the joyful cries had stopped. He was satisfied to discover they had. That would show Oliver for daring to invite someone other than him over to play quidditch.
Hector's cage was getting dirtier by the second. It puzzled him greatly to wonder how such a small animal could cause such a lot of mess. He began thinking briefly about Hogwarts, he would like to be in Gryffindor house. That's where most of his relatives had been, though his mother had been a Ravenclaw and one of his uncles a Hufflepuff, he felt sure that was the house he would be sorted into. For weeks and months and years he had begged his father to tell him exactly what his schooldays had been like. Everytime he had asked how his parents would met, they would glance at each other and giggle girlishly. This used to infuriate him, as it was almost impossible to get a serious answer out of them. Eventually his father explained how they used to sneak down to the kitchens in his invisibility cloak and have nightly feasts.
"The others couldn't understand it. We never ate much at Breakfast, Lunch or Dinner then we weren't exactly shrivelling away." His father laughed. "Yes, we used to have so much fun with that cloak." He winked at James who grinned. His mother was oblivious to the fact that David had passed on the cloak to James for his eleventh birthday.
"Now don't go putting ideas into James' head!" His mother would say, though smiling herself. They caught each others eye and collapsed into laughter once more.
James smiled to himself as he placed Hector back in his now slightly cleaner cage (cleaning had never really been his thing) and clambered into bed. Only twenty more days. He thought happily to himself.
A/N: Sorry, I would have continued with this chapter but where would I go from there??!! Sorry about the continued use of the word 'Happy' I know its way 2 over used! But English has never been my strong point...
CHAPTER 3
James had been in Diagonally several times before with his parents. The one time he had actually been bought something was on his tenth birthday, for which he had received a white mouse he named Hector.
He spent half an hour in Olivanders, until finally finding the perfect, 11 inch wand containing a single unicorn tail hair.
He then got all his school books, noticing several students round about his own age. One of whom had dark red hair and startling green eyes. David Potter winked at him as he saw who his son was gazing at. "Pretty girl is she?" He said laughing. James scowled and turned his head to look back at Defence against the Dark Arts grade 1, before quickly shooting her one last glance when his father was looking the other way. He did see another boy, but he couldn't be sure whether he was first or second year and didn't approach incase it turned out he was a snobbish fifth year prefect. Then after several other shop visits, carried their shopping back into the Leaky Cauldron. The BarMan winked at them from behind the counter. "Ah, 'Ogwarts is it? Yer, we've 'ad quite a number of yer in here!"
James half smiled, half frowned as he wondered what the ideal reply to this comment would be.
"Yes, I'm sure it's been very busy." His mother spoke for him.
"First year is it?" The barman grunted, glancing at James.
James nodded not wanting to ask how the barman knew this. "Can we go?" He hissed out of the corner of his mouth. So the three of them grabbed a handful of floo powder and moments later found themselves sprawled across the carpet of number 8 Sarvin Square.
James dumped the supplies in his bedroom, listening briefly to hear if the joyful cries had stopped. He was satisfied to discover they had. That would show Oliver for daring to invite someone other than him over to play quidditch.
Hector's cage was getting dirtier by the second. It puzzled him greatly to wonder how such a small animal could cause such a lot of mess. He began thinking briefly about Hogwarts, he would like to be in Gryffindor house. That's where most of his relatives had been, though his mother had been a Ravenclaw and one of his uncles a Hufflepuff, he felt sure that was the house he would be sorted into. For weeks and months and years he had begged his father to tell him exactly what his schooldays had been like. Everytime he had asked how his parents would met, they would glance at each other and giggle girlishly. This used to infuriate him, as it was almost impossible to get a serious answer out of them. Eventually his father explained how they used to sneak down to the kitchens in his invisibility cloak and have nightly feasts.
"The others couldn't understand it. We never ate much at Breakfast, Lunch or Dinner then we weren't exactly shrivelling away." His father laughed. "Yes, we used to have so much fun with that cloak." He winked at James who grinned. His mother was oblivious to the fact that David had passed on the cloak to James for his eleventh birthday.
"Now don't go putting ideas into James' head!" His mother would say, though smiling herself. They caught each others eye and collapsed into laughter once more.
James smiled to himself as he placed Hector back in his now slightly cleaner cage (cleaning had never really been his thing) and clambered into bed. Only twenty more days. He thought happily to himself.
A/N: Sorry, I would have continued with this chapter but where would I go from there??!! Sorry about the continued use of the word 'Happy' I know its way 2 over used! But English has never been my strong point...