Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters you know here. I don't own James Potter, Molly Prewett, The Squib Cousin (Hint: It's Argus Filch), or anyone you can remember from the Harry Potter books. I just repeated myself, didn't I? If this story continues, then you'll probably notice it a lot. Read on, dear friends, and review!

James Potter was eleven years old. His mussed-up black hair was always stuck up in the back, and his soft hazel eyes always had that mischievous sparkle that drove his mother's friends crazy. He was the kind of boy that every girl would want to be with when he was older. James Potter was a wizard.

In his family, this wasn't unusual. Everyone in his family had magical powers. Well, everyone but his fourth cousin twice removed. He was a squib, as everyone knew, but he had a job at Hogwarts, the most famous magical school in Britain. James should have been getting his letter to attend any day now, if he was to go, and everyone, but himself, was certain he was.

James woke up feeling slightly worried. He looked at his calendar that he had made himself to count down the days until he went to Hogwarts. Or, until he was supposed to go to the said school. The moving pictures of his favorite Quidditch team, Pride of Portree, were a blur along the bottom of his calendar as he saw how many days were left to get his letter. His eyes were wide. "There are only two days," he thought, slightly panicked. But that did not happen. James Potter was never panicked!

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by his mother calling him down for breakfast. "I'll be there in a minute, mum!" he yelled though she probably couldn't hear him through the three floors between them. He quickly pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, then made his way down to the kitchen. After living in that manor all his life, James still couldn't remember what every room was. He heard stories about Hogwarts from his father, and had decided that he had made it like the ancient school. James planned to make a secret map of the whole place with his new friends, whoever they may be... Before James could think "What friends?" he convinced himself anyone would want to hang out with him. He was funny, nice (he hoped), and had good looks, sure to be a good combination.

Finally making his way to the kitchen, his mother magically put some eggs, toast, and bacon on the plate, letting him dig into his hearty breakfast. James' Mother was never one to let anyone be hungry. One of her best friends was Ginny Prewett, whose daughter Molly (who learned everything she knows from her mum) was going to be in the same year as James, WHEN, not IF, he got his letter.

[A/N: Prewett was Molly Weasley's maiden name]

James' mum must have seen his worried face, because she assured him, "Don't worry sweetie, I never got my letter until one day before the deadline for all the letters were due... Your father never owled his in until the day after! They must be happy they let him in now... The ministry has the best Auror there ever was...Besides Mad Eye." James felt better after she said this, because everyone said that he was exactly like his father.

His mother continued. "Maybe when you get to the castle, you can call on Argus, the poor dear... He always seemed distant, and he'll probably enjoy the company."

"But mum, you know he hates us because we have magic! Anyways, I'll be trying to convince some people to be my friend the whole time, I won't have the time." But his mother, still unconvinced, just tutted him and shooed him out of the kitchen. When he got to his room, James heard a tapping sort of noise, and at first, he thought it was a really loud clock. He looked to the window and saw a huge barn owl, carrying a letter in a parchment envelope. "Bloody Hell!!" James cursed absently while wrestling with the knot that tied the letter to the owl's claw. He knew what it was! "MUM!!! MUM, come here!!!" he shouted, sure even the house elves in the wine cellar had heard him. His mother came rushing up the stairs, came right in, and hugged him. She knew what it was before seeing either letter or owl, just by judging the look on her son's face. Suddenly there was a loud noise, as the front door slammed shut.

"So, where is he?" rumbled a familiar voice. "Where's the new addition to the 'Most Noble house of Gryffindor??'"

"Come now, dear, don't make fun of the Blacks when they're not here to defend themselves!" James's mother protested. Then, without taking a breath, she continued. "So, their son got in too? And how was work?"

"Now, I can only answer one question at a time. I'll never joke about their 'Title' again...Or, just not as much..." After saying this, James's dad chuckles. "Yes, young Sirius got in too... Bright boy, but not as smart as Jamesie here...Or, he doesn't act like it... Anyways, work was tiring; we're still trying to find out where Flavius Belby got himself to... Merlin knows he's been hunting Lethifolds again"

So, as his parents started talking about the goblin revolution, James finally got to open his long-awaited letter.

The first piece of parchment said 'Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.'

'Yours sincerely,'

'Albus Dumbledore, Deputy Headmaster'

'Armando Dippit, Headmaster of Hogwarts'

On the next sheet of parchment, there were lists of the books, equipment, and the uniform he had to buy. James was just hoping that he might meet someone in Diagon Alley with whom he could converse with on the Hogwarts Express, the train that was to take him and all the other students to Hogwarts. But there was one thing of which he took notice of at first. Printed at the bottom of the parchment in bold was 'PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS'. He practically lived on his broom when he was at home. Not being allowed one? That was horrible. Even "learning" on one of those old school brooms... Now, THAT was going to be a nightmare. James spent the rest of the day in a daze, thinking about his new school.

Well, there it is. My first ever fan fic. Well, first chapter anyways. Review please! But don't be too harsh, it's my first try!