These are stories about Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs during their
first year at Hogwarts. I rated them PG-13 just to be on the safe side.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy what I have to write. Please read and review! Oh
yeah and J.K. Rowling owns all of the stuff besides the things I make up.
Chapter I
James Potter woke up to a brown owl poking fiercely on his mess of black hair on a very sunny day in July. He found attached to his leg a letter sealed with a purple wax H. He was utterly ecstatic because he had been waiting for this letter for 11 years. The letter read:
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 no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
James ran straight downstairs to tell his father and mother the great news. Mr. Potter was so pleased that he later framed the letter on the wall. Of course it was no surprise that James would receive his letter. When he was three, his younger sister, Isabella, who was at the time 2, was about to fall down the stairs. Before James' parents could react, James somehow managed to levitate his sister to safety in her crib. When James was seven, he was so infuriated that his mother wouldn't allow him to go out flying that he managed to somehow explode the silver that she wanted him to polish. James was always a pretentious child growing up. But despite his stubborn arrogance, he was a loyal friend also.
He attended muggle grade school as a child. His parents found it was important to learn and respect the muggle way of life. James was easily the most popular one there giving James a reputation as a big shot and a troublemaker. He knew his fortunes might be similar at Hogwarts.
The next day, James and his father went together to Diagon Alley. James first wanted to select his wand. When he first arrived, Mr. Ollivander was working with another student. She had long red hair, and brilliant green eyes. After a couple attempts she finally found a wand that worked well for her. Mr. Ollivander exclaimed, "Perfect! Willow, swishy, 10 and a quarter inches, perfect for charm work. Well Miss Evans I expect fabulous things from you." She left with a set of rather confused looking parents after thanking and paying Mr. Ollivander.
"Well, well, well, Mr. Potter, I knew you would arrive for your wand very soon. Phillip Potter, very good to see you again, dragon heartstring, 12 and three quarter inches, mahogany, stiff." Mr. Ollivander exclaimed. He seemed to remember every wand he ever sold. "Now then, we need to find you a wand Mr. Potter. I know that you will enjoy Hogwarts." Mr. Ollivander stared into James' deep hazel eyes as he pondered where to begin finding wands for James to try. It seemed like an eternity before they found a wand that gave James that warm feeling in his fingers and emitted green sparks. Five minutes later he walked out of Ollivander's with his pliable, 11 inch, mahogany wand.
He also bought a great hawk owl, whom he named Fritz. It was a deep black owl with a spiteful face and a personality to match it. However it seemed to like James despite biting the last two children who approached it. The owner told James that he was the first person the owl actually responded to positively. James wanted it immediately and knew it would come in handy when mailing letters to Isabella and his parents.
After gathering his potion ingredients and textbooks, he had to make one last stop to Madam Malkins for school robes. As he entered he saw a short and rather stocky kid about the same age as himself. "I'll never be able to learn anything at school," he wailed to his mother. "Well dear, if you just try your best I'm sure that you will do fine." His mother replied. To James' great surprise his dad exclaimed, "Elizabeth, how have you been?" "Just fine thank you," she responded. "This is my son James, James this is Mrs. Pettigrew." As she looked at James she realized that she too had a son. "This is my son Peter." She said in a rush, "He is going to be a first year." "So is James," Mr. Potter said, "We are hoping for another Griffindor, eh?" "Well we are hoping for one too, but a Huffulepuff would suit Peter fine also. But we really must be going," she said. "See you at Hogwarts," James said politely.
Chapter I
James Potter woke up to a brown owl poking fiercely on his mess of black hair on a very sunny day in July. He found attached to his leg a letter sealed with a purple wax H. He was utterly ecstatic because he had been waiting for this letter for 11 years. The letter read:
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 no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
James ran straight downstairs to tell his father and mother the great news. Mr. Potter was so pleased that he later framed the letter on the wall. Of course it was no surprise that James would receive his letter. When he was three, his younger sister, Isabella, who was at the time 2, was about to fall down the stairs. Before James' parents could react, James somehow managed to levitate his sister to safety in her crib. When James was seven, he was so infuriated that his mother wouldn't allow him to go out flying that he managed to somehow explode the silver that she wanted him to polish. James was always a pretentious child growing up. But despite his stubborn arrogance, he was a loyal friend also.
He attended muggle grade school as a child. His parents found it was important to learn and respect the muggle way of life. James was easily the most popular one there giving James a reputation as a big shot and a troublemaker. He knew his fortunes might be similar at Hogwarts.
The next day, James and his father went together to Diagon Alley. James first wanted to select his wand. When he first arrived, Mr. Ollivander was working with another student. She had long red hair, and brilliant green eyes. After a couple attempts she finally found a wand that worked well for her. Mr. Ollivander exclaimed, "Perfect! Willow, swishy, 10 and a quarter inches, perfect for charm work. Well Miss Evans I expect fabulous things from you." She left with a set of rather confused looking parents after thanking and paying Mr. Ollivander.
"Well, well, well, Mr. Potter, I knew you would arrive for your wand very soon. Phillip Potter, very good to see you again, dragon heartstring, 12 and three quarter inches, mahogany, stiff." Mr. Ollivander exclaimed. He seemed to remember every wand he ever sold. "Now then, we need to find you a wand Mr. Potter. I know that you will enjoy Hogwarts." Mr. Ollivander stared into James' deep hazel eyes as he pondered where to begin finding wands for James to try. It seemed like an eternity before they found a wand that gave James that warm feeling in his fingers and emitted green sparks. Five minutes later he walked out of Ollivander's with his pliable, 11 inch, mahogany wand.
He also bought a great hawk owl, whom he named Fritz. It was a deep black owl with a spiteful face and a personality to match it. However it seemed to like James despite biting the last two children who approached it. The owner told James that he was the first person the owl actually responded to positively. James wanted it immediately and knew it would come in handy when mailing letters to Isabella and his parents.
After gathering his potion ingredients and textbooks, he had to make one last stop to Madam Malkins for school robes. As he entered he saw a short and rather stocky kid about the same age as himself. "I'll never be able to learn anything at school," he wailed to his mother. "Well dear, if you just try your best I'm sure that you will do fine." His mother replied. To James' great surprise his dad exclaimed, "Elizabeth, how have you been?" "Just fine thank you," she responded. "This is my son James, James this is Mrs. Pettigrew." As she looked at James she realized that she too had a son. "This is my son Peter." She said in a rush, "He is going to be a first year." "So is James," Mr. Potter said, "We are hoping for another Griffindor, eh?" "Well we are hoping for one too, but a Huffulepuff would suit Peter fine also. But we really must be going," she said. "See you at Hogwarts," James said politely.