Chapter 1 – At The Potter's House
James Potter was currently engaged in an epic battle of wizard's chess with his best, and at the moment, only friend Sirius Black. Sirius was surprisingly alike to James that they had been known to finish each other's sentences, and this gave Mr. And Mrs. Potter a serious case of the creeps. They were both hopeless at wizard's chess, which is what had lead to this epic of a game. But it would soon be over.
"James and Sirius dear, your letters have come!" They heard Mrs. Potter's yell from the drawing room, where they were playing chess. James stood up. He was rather tall for his age, rather skinny considering he lived with a somewhat well off family. His eyes were a deep Hazel and could be useful for portraying his emotions without the use of his face, but usually they were mischievous or innocent. He had light muscles that had been built from the countless hours of Quidditch he played at his house with Sirius. He also had jet-black hair that refused to stay down, giving him a permanently scruffy look. He walked upstairs to collect their letters, not noticing serious ordering some of his pieces to take some of James's pieces. He came back to find his king being chased of his square by two bishops.
"I thought I had a few more pieces than that..." James muttered "Anyway," he continued in a lighter tone "We've both got our letters from Hogwarts, and it looks like your mum has sent you a letter as well." He handed the letter from Sirius's mother to Sirius, who promptly walked to the fire and tore it up without reading it. James chuckled. Sirius was about as tall as James, but his hair was shoulder length and he had a sort of aura of grace that James found impossible to emulate. He also was well known for his superb looks of innocence in times when a normal boy would admit defeat, as well as being able to pull off cute, surprised and mocking. Sirius stayed with the Potters this summer because he hated his family, and had surprisingly been able to convince them to let him stay. Sirius swept his hair out of his face and James saw a look of revulsion twisted into his usually mischievous face.
"I touched it! Do you know any powerful disinfectant spells? I mean we'll need to use it on you and your mum as well," at this James grinned. Sirius came from a family of pureblood wizards who were quite hell-bent on the idea that they were practically royal. Luckily Sirius was a Black who didn't care about blood, colour, creed or religion, he played pranks on people indiscriminately. But at heart Sirius was a noble, brave person. "It was probably a warning that if I don't join Slytherin I'll receive a howler," Sirius mumbled "Or it could be telling you that we were to avoid muggleborn witches and wizards and only become friends with people of noble birth," James imitated Sirius's mother's look as he said this. James had come from a pureblood family as well, which James said only gave him one advantage; he was allowed to invite Sirius over to his house. "Or..." Sirius had begun but Mrs. Potter had interrupted him with a very stern look on her face.
"I hope you weren't about to criticise your family Sirius" "But Mrs. Potter criticism is an opinion, we all know my family is nuts," Sirius had an extremely innocent look on his face and Mrs. Potter was struggling to resist. Sirius widened his eyes a little more in a gesture of supreme innocence, and the inevitable happened, Mrs. Potter bit her lip and let it go. The Potter's may have been almost as noble a family as the Black's, but they really didn't care where a person came from, they just cared whether they were a good person. "So," Mrs potter said, changing the subject "We had better go to Diagon alley to pick up your books and wands." Both Sirius's and James's faces had split into identical wide grins.
James Potter was currently engaged in an epic battle of wizard's chess with his best, and at the moment, only friend Sirius Black. Sirius was surprisingly alike to James that they had been known to finish each other's sentences, and this gave Mr. And Mrs. Potter a serious case of the creeps. They were both hopeless at wizard's chess, which is what had lead to this epic of a game. But it would soon be over.
"James and Sirius dear, your letters have come!" They heard Mrs. Potter's yell from the drawing room, where they were playing chess. James stood up. He was rather tall for his age, rather skinny considering he lived with a somewhat well off family. His eyes were a deep Hazel and could be useful for portraying his emotions without the use of his face, but usually they were mischievous or innocent. He had light muscles that had been built from the countless hours of Quidditch he played at his house with Sirius. He also had jet-black hair that refused to stay down, giving him a permanently scruffy look. He walked upstairs to collect their letters, not noticing serious ordering some of his pieces to take some of James's pieces. He came back to find his king being chased of his square by two bishops.
"I thought I had a few more pieces than that..." James muttered "Anyway," he continued in a lighter tone "We've both got our letters from Hogwarts, and it looks like your mum has sent you a letter as well." He handed the letter from Sirius's mother to Sirius, who promptly walked to the fire and tore it up without reading it. James chuckled. Sirius was about as tall as James, but his hair was shoulder length and he had a sort of aura of grace that James found impossible to emulate. He also was well known for his superb looks of innocence in times when a normal boy would admit defeat, as well as being able to pull off cute, surprised and mocking. Sirius stayed with the Potters this summer because he hated his family, and had surprisingly been able to convince them to let him stay. Sirius swept his hair out of his face and James saw a look of revulsion twisted into his usually mischievous face.
"I touched it! Do you know any powerful disinfectant spells? I mean we'll need to use it on you and your mum as well," at this James grinned. Sirius came from a family of pureblood wizards who were quite hell-bent on the idea that they were practically royal. Luckily Sirius was a Black who didn't care about blood, colour, creed or religion, he played pranks on people indiscriminately. But at heart Sirius was a noble, brave person. "It was probably a warning that if I don't join Slytherin I'll receive a howler," Sirius mumbled "Or it could be telling you that we were to avoid muggleborn witches and wizards and only become friends with people of noble birth," James imitated Sirius's mother's look as he said this. James had come from a pureblood family as well, which James said only gave him one advantage; he was allowed to invite Sirius over to his house. "Or..." Sirius had begun but Mrs. Potter had interrupted him with a very stern look on her face.
"I hope you weren't about to criticise your family Sirius" "But Mrs. Potter criticism is an opinion, we all know my family is nuts," Sirius had an extremely innocent look on his face and Mrs. Potter was struggling to resist. Sirius widened his eyes a little more in a gesture of supreme innocence, and the inevitable happened, Mrs. Potter bit her lip and let it go. The Potter's may have been almost as noble a family as the Black's, but they really didn't care where a person came from, they just cared whether they were a good person. "So," Mrs potter said, changing the subject "We had better go to Diagon alley to pick up your books and wands." Both Sirius's and James's faces had split into identical wide grins.