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CHAPTER 4
"It's so annoying!" James declared as his knight attacked yet another of Oliver's pawns. "Why does time go so slowly when you want it to go fast?"
Oliver shrugged and turned back to the board. "No!" He yelped as yet another of his pieces was beheaded.
"Tell me what Hogwarts it like!"
"I've already told you. I've told you a million times." Oliver grumbled as he lost a bishop.
"Well it doesn't sound much fun to me, all you do is work."
"Not all the time." Oliver protested.
"Well that's the point of going to school isn't it?" David Potter appeared through the door. "Mind you, we can hardly say anything ourselves..." He laughed, and James heard a giggle from the kitchen.
"Well you'll find out next week anyway." Said Oliver checking his watch. "I think we'll just say you won..." He got to his feet. "I'm sure I'll see you at Hogwarts." He vanished through the door.
"If you want to find out about Hogwarts, why don't you read one of the books we got in Diagon Alley?" His mother suggested. James shuddered at the thought. 'Those books' were presently collecting dust at the back of his wardrobe and that was probably how they would stay all year...
The next few days took about double the ordinary daytime length. As he watched the big white clock above the kitchen sink one Friday evening, he was sure one of the hands had actually gone backwards...
"Now!?" James asked grinning from ear to ear.
"Well we have to be at Kings Cross by eleven tomorrow!" His parents laughed.
Finally! James raced up the stairs to pack his trunk, well not pack – but haul most of his bedroom in anyway.
He hardly slept at all that night – he didn't understand why he should be so excited about going to school. Hogwarts had to be different from Primary school though. He waved his wand around casually, watching the purple sparks issuing from the end, shooting out in all directions – dazzling the darkness with their lively electric shade. James closed his eyes and before he knew it – birdsong filled his ears.
"Can we go yet? Can we go yet?" James would continuously ask. Eventually managing to choke on his piece of toast in doing so.
"Yes, yes, in a minute. What have you put in this trunk!" David Potter exclaimed as he tried to lift it – eventually giving up and using his wand to fly it into the back of the car.
"How come we can't take floo powder?" James inquired as the car pulled out of the drive.
"Where would we end up? The Leaky Cauldron?" His mother said smiling. "They can't connect a floo network to the platform. Too many muggles around."
"Walk through? Like that thing we went through in Gringotts?" James asked curiously, looking at the barrier suspiciously.
"I'll go first then." Said David pushing the trolley through the barrier. Seconds later, he had gone. The group of middle aged muggles in businesslike suits walking briskly past didn't seem to have noticed anything strange about the fact that one minute a man with a mouse and trunk was standing by platform ten and next minute, he was gone.
James took a step back and ran into the barrier, to find himself face to face with an enormous scarlet red steam train seconds later. The Hogwarts Express!
He stared at it in awe as his parents began their speech. "Well, have a very good year." His mother began. "And please be good! It's quite far for me to drive you know!"
"Have fun." His father said, looking round the station for parents he knew from school. "We'll see you at Christmas."
"Write to us when you get there!" They called after him as he hauled his trunk onto the train. A whistle blew and more students poured on, tripping him up. He got to his feet, glaring after them. Some people! They were probably Slytherins. He continued to walk down the corridor. Peering into a carriage near the front to look for empty seats.
A girl's face suddenly obscured his line of vision. Blinking, he felt the door being tugged open. "What do you want?" She asked him, staring down with an accusing glare. If it weren't for her expression, she would have been quite pretty, probably in sixth year; she had long, dark hair that swept her shoulders and very dark eyes.
"I was looking for somewhere to sit." James explained, peering it to find two more girls. One with shoulder length brown hair and the other with long blonde ringlets. "I'll try somewhere else."
"Don't bother trying the end compartment." The girl said slamming the door shut.
James proceeded immediately to the back of the train. "Can I sit here?" He asked the one inhabitant of the forbidden carriage.
"Sure." The boy said grinning. He had jet-black hair like James did. Though his eyes were much darker, almost the same shade of his hair. He stuffed the dentures he had turned purple into his trunk and turned to look at James. "What's your name?" He asked, offering him a chocolate frog.
"James." He said taking it. "Potter."
"I'm Sirius Black." He announced grinning. "I hope you haven't come across my cousins yet."
"Erm," James began. He remembered those dark eyes at the front of the carriage. "Well a girl with dark hair told me not to sit here. She was with two other girls. One..."
"One had brown shoulder length hair and the other had blonde ringlets." Sirius finished for him. "Yep, that's them. Slytherins, all of them. Bellatrix is in sixth year, Andromeda's fifth and Narcissa's third. Though Andromeda's not too bad. What house do you want to be in?"
"Slytherin" James said grinning. "I'm joking!" He reassured, laughing at the expression on Sirius' face. "But obviously you want to, since your cousins are?"
"Are you mad?" Sirius almost fell off his seat. "Of course not! If my family choose Slytherin, I choose Gryffindor!" He said grinning.
"Me too." James said quickly.
"Well what's this?" Came a drawl from the doorway. There stood a bat like boy with very greasy hair, a hooked nose and a sneer planted across his face. "I don't think much of your company Black." He sniggered. There were others lurking behind him, bodyguards.
"I don't think much of yours." Sirius replied as he caught a glimpse of one of the figures. "Haven't seen you for a while Lucius Malfoy." He said as an older boy with whitish hair entered.
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CHAPTER 4
"It's so annoying!" James declared as his knight attacked yet another of Oliver's pawns. "Why does time go so slowly when you want it to go fast?"
Oliver shrugged and turned back to the board. "No!" He yelped as yet another of his pieces was beheaded.
"Tell me what Hogwarts it like!"
"I've already told you. I've told you a million times." Oliver grumbled as he lost a bishop.
"Well it doesn't sound much fun to me, all you do is work."
"Not all the time." Oliver protested.
"Well that's the point of going to school isn't it?" David Potter appeared through the door. "Mind you, we can hardly say anything ourselves..." He laughed, and James heard a giggle from the kitchen.
"Well you'll find out next week anyway." Said Oliver checking his watch. "I think we'll just say you won..." He got to his feet. "I'm sure I'll see you at Hogwarts." He vanished through the door.
"If you want to find out about Hogwarts, why don't you read one of the books we got in Diagon Alley?" His mother suggested. James shuddered at the thought. 'Those books' were presently collecting dust at the back of his wardrobe and that was probably how they would stay all year...
The next few days took about double the ordinary daytime length. As he watched the big white clock above the kitchen sink one Friday evening, he was sure one of the hands had actually gone backwards...
"Now!?" James asked grinning from ear to ear.
"Well we have to be at Kings Cross by eleven tomorrow!" His parents laughed.
Finally! James raced up the stairs to pack his trunk, well not pack – but haul most of his bedroom in anyway.
He hardly slept at all that night – he didn't understand why he should be so excited about going to school. Hogwarts had to be different from Primary school though. He waved his wand around casually, watching the purple sparks issuing from the end, shooting out in all directions – dazzling the darkness with their lively electric shade. James closed his eyes and before he knew it – birdsong filled his ears.
"Can we go yet? Can we go yet?" James would continuously ask. Eventually managing to choke on his piece of toast in doing so.
"Yes, yes, in a minute. What have you put in this trunk!" David Potter exclaimed as he tried to lift it – eventually giving up and using his wand to fly it into the back of the car.
"How come we can't take floo powder?" James inquired as the car pulled out of the drive.
"Where would we end up? The Leaky Cauldron?" His mother said smiling. "They can't connect a floo network to the platform. Too many muggles around."
"Walk through? Like that thing we went through in Gringotts?" James asked curiously, looking at the barrier suspiciously.
"I'll go first then." Said David pushing the trolley through the barrier. Seconds later, he had gone. The group of middle aged muggles in businesslike suits walking briskly past didn't seem to have noticed anything strange about the fact that one minute a man with a mouse and trunk was standing by platform ten and next minute, he was gone.
James took a step back and ran into the barrier, to find himself face to face with an enormous scarlet red steam train seconds later. The Hogwarts Express!
He stared at it in awe as his parents began their speech. "Well, have a very good year." His mother began. "And please be good! It's quite far for me to drive you know!"
"Have fun." His father said, looking round the station for parents he knew from school. "We'll see you at Christmas."
"Write to us when you get there!" They called after him as he hauled his trunk onto the train. A whistle blew and more students poured on, tripping him up. He got to his feet, glaring after them. Some people! They were probably Slytherins. He continued to walk down the corridor. Peering into a carriage near the front to look for empty seats.
A girl's face suddenly obscured his line of vision. Blinking, he felt the door being tugged open. "What do you want?" She asked him, staring down with an accusing glare. If it weren't for her expression, she would have been quite pretty, probably in sixth year; she had long, dark hair that swept her shoulders and very dark eyes.
"I was looking for somewhere to sit." James explained, peering it to find two more girls. One with shoulder length brown hair and the other with long blonde ringlets. "I'll try somewhere else."
"Don't bother trying the end compartment." The girl said slamming the door shut.
James proceeded immediately to the back of the train. "Can I sit here?" He asked the one inhabitant of the forbidden carriage.
"Sure." The boy said grinning. He had jet-black hair like James did. Though his eyes were much darker, almost the same shade of his hair. He stuffed the dentures he had turned purple into his trunk and turned to look at James. "What's your name?" He asked, offering him a chocolate frog.
"James." He said taking it. "Potter."
"I'm Sirius Black." He announced grinning. "I hope you haven't come across my cousins yet."
"Erm," James began. He remembered those dark eyes at the front of the carriage. "Well a girl with dark hair told me not to sit here. She was with two other girls. One..."
"One had brown shoulder length hair and the other had blonde ringlets." Sirius finished for him. "Yep, that's them. Slytherins, all of them. Bellatrix is in sixth year, Andromeda's fifth and Narcissa's third. Though Andromeda's not too bad. What house do you want to be in?"
"Slytherin" James said grinning. "I'm joking!" He reassured, laughing at the expression on Sirius' face. "But obviously you want to, since your cousins are?"
"Are you mad?" Sirius almost fell off his seat. "Of course not! If my family choose Slytherin, I choose Gryffindor!" He said grinning.
"Me too." James said quickly.
"Well what's this?" Came a drawl from the doorway. There stood a bat like boy with very greasy hair, a hooked nose and a sneer planted across his face. "I don't think much of your company Black." He sniggered. There were others lurking behind him, bodyguards.
"I don't think much of yours." Sirius replied as he caught a glimpse of one of the figures. "Haven't seen you for a while Lucius Malfoy." He said as an older boy with whitish hair entered.
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