Out of My League

Heya!

I had already has this posted but it got deleted. Annoying i know! but now its back and please read enjoy and review.

Thanks to jay for being my fab beta!

Tiggerbelle x-x-x

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Chapter 1

A young boy of 11 years old with messy black hair and glasses was walking with his parents either side of him through Kings Cross Station. It was 10.40am and he still had 20 minutes before the train left, but he was determined not to miss it. He had been dreaming of this day since he was only six.

"Come on mum! Hurry up!" the boy whined to his mother. "I'm going to miss the train!"

"You still have 20 minutes James, calm down, you're not going to miss it," James's father said to him in his deep voice. He was tall and broad with hair just like James's – dark and messy.

They reached the platform nine and ten and stood in between the barrier separating them. James held the trolley that carried his trunk and a cage with a tawny owl in, and looked determinedly at the wall.

"You remember what we told you? Just look straight at the wall, and run directly through it," James mother said in a soft voice. She had mid-length wavy hair and looked incredibly glamorous, with no effort at all.

Doing as he was told, James closed his eyes and ran straight through the wall. When he realised that he never crashed, he opened his eyes and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. His eyes immediately searched the magical place.

In front of him was a huge magnificent scarlet steam engine. His parent came through the barrier and stood beside him, grins on their faces as they watched their son's beaming expression.

"Wow! This is amazing!" James awed as he looked up and down the train.

"Have fun, James. These should be the best years of your life. You spend nearly 10 months a year here, make the most of it," James's father said in his ear, bending down giving his son a one armed hug.

James looked up at his mother and saw that she had tears in her eyes. The smile on her face seemed to brighten everything up though. She's like an angel, my mum. James thought to himself, smiling at his mother, giving her a hug.

"You have fun now, like your father said, these are and should be the best years of your life," she said, running her fingers through James's already messy hair. Slowly, she bent down and whispered something in James ear, "If you need to know how to get into the kitchens, or need any secret passageways, just owl me and your father. I think we may be able to help, but I dare say I know more than your father." She gave a little wink along with a kiss on the cheek and stood up, straightening her three quarter length coat innocently.

James stared open-mouthed at his mother, as she looked around harmlessly, smiling at some of the parents of other students that she knew.

"I guess you better be going now, you've got ten minutes left and all those compartments are going to be taken," James father said.

"Bye my sweetheart, I'll miss you so much. Owl your father and me, and don't forget about your brother and sister! They miss you already!" James mother said tearfully, taking her son in a tight hug.

James had a younger brother and sister – they were both twins. Their names were Harry and Suzie and are 7 years old.

"Mum, I won't forget them, you know I won't!" James replied, rolling his eyes in the process.

"Oh, I know you won't, but you're hardly ever going to see them!" his mother exclaimed.

"They'll be there in my 5th year of Hogwarts, so I'll be with them for two whole years, Mum!"

"That is if you don't get expelled by then, like your mother nearly did," James's father muttered under his breath.

"What utter rubbish!" James's mother exclaimed as two pink spots quickly appeared on her cheeks.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that then. I'll miss you all loads! Bye Mum! Bye Dad!" James shouted out as he reached the train, heaving his trunk up with his owl on top.

"Bye Jamesy!" his mother shouted out, reaching for her hanky.

"Mum!" James cried out, going red himself.

"Goodbye son!"

"Bye, Dad!"

And from there, James disappeared down the train, giving one last wave at his parents till he next saw them in the holidays.

James struggled with his trunk down the corridors, and collapsed into the first free compartment he found. He looked around and put his luggage away, getting a few books out in the process. Don't I know anybody? James thought to himself. He sat down and looked out the window. His parents were standing on the platform with someone other people. I recognise them. I'm sure they have a son my age…A thought triggered inside his head. They were the Lupins. Their son was Remus Lupin. If only he remembered what Remus looked like…

The train started to go and James quickly opened the window of the compartment and waved out to his parents. Going round a corner, James came back in and closed the window, his hair extremely wind swept. As he ran his fingers through his hair, a boy his age and height came in. He had light brown hair and blue eyes.

"Hi, I'm Remus Lupin. Do you mind me sitting here?" He asked timidly.

A smile appeared on James' face. "Of course not! I think we may have met before. I'm James Potter."

Remus had a cheeky grin identical to James's and the two boys recognised each other immediately.

"That's right. Our parents are friends, we came round for drinks and dinner a few times." Remus replied.

I have an actual friend here now! I'm not going to be a loner! James thought to himself. "Do you know anyone else here?"

"I don't know anyone, apart from you that is. What about you, do you know anyone?" Remus asked, his voice slightly hopeful.

"Nope, I'm afraid we're on the same page," James said sadly.

"Do you have any idea what house you're going to be sorted into? I want to be in Gryffindor. Potters are always in Gryffindor I heard!"

A small smile appeared on James face. He was proud of the fact that every Potter was a Gryffindor and they all succeeded in Quidditch. He only hoped he could match up…

"You're right there, every single one of them made it into Gryffindor. Let's hope we can make it there too. I'll probably kill myself if I get into Slytherin!" James replied. Every person that had been sorted into Slytherin had gone to the dark side.

"Trust me mate, I'll do the same!" Remus stated.

"And me! I hate Slytherin!" a new voice announced from the doorway of the carriage.

The two boys looked at each other, smiles growing on their faces, and turned to face the boy standing in the door way.

"Hi, I'm James Potter, and this is my friend Remus Lupin."

"I'm Sirius Black," the new boy added. He had dark shaggy hair and grey eyes. He watched the expressions on the boys' faces change from once happy and smiley to cautious and uncertain.

"Black? But you said you hate Slytherins…" Remus asked; confused and nervous. The Black family were famous for their support in the Dark Arts; every member had been in Slytherin. The Potters and Blacks were the complete opposite - the Potters spent their time trying to defeat the Dark side…they were not families to mix.

"I do. Nasty piece of filth they are. Every single one of them." Sirius spat the words out as if they were venom.

"Isn't your family all Slytherin though?" Remus asked once again. James just sat in his seat, assessing the person in front of him.

"Yep! Hate them all!" Sirius replied, his voice happy and cheerful, a small smile appearing on his face. James was getting slightly confused with the character in front of him – he couldn't seem to work him out.

"And you say this freely? Aren't you worried your family are going to get cross or something?" James spoke up, clearly perplexed.

"I hate them and they hate me – to me it's a win-win situation," Sirius replied, as though it was obvious.

"Uhh…Ok then! Sit down, make yourself at home!" Remus said, helping him with his trunk. James carried on sitting there, thinking as to what his father had told him about the Blacks…can they really not be trusted?

By the time the food trolley came, James had learnt one thing about Sirius Black – he was a friend he would hate to lose! The three of them laughed, talked, joked and played exploding snap and wizard chess. James felt as though he had the best time of his life. They had also met a new friend called Peter Pettigrew. He was quiet and constantly stuttering, but the trio were more than happy to make a new friend.

The quartet helped themselves to tons of food from the trolley. James was shocked to see how much food Sirius could eat – most of the compartment was taken up with wrappers!

"We really need to find the kitchens when we get to Hogwarts. I wonder where they would be hidden," Sirius told the gang.

"My mum would know. She said just to owl her and ask for any secret passage ways, or how to get into the kitchens," James replied absent-mindedly, as he tucked into a chocolate frog.

Sirius stared open mouthed at James. "Your mum is the best mum in the ENTIRE WORLD! Where's the parchment? Peter, get me a quill," Sirius exclaimed, writing a note to Mrs Potter.

"Dear Mrs. Potter…" Sirius recited. "I hope you are having a nice day, and all is well. – You can't rush a letter, or they'll get suspicious," Sirius told the group, "We were just wondering where the kitchen to Hogwarts is, and James mentioned you may be of help. Thank you ever so much. Yours truly, James's friends (and James)," Sirius finished. "See? I can be incredibly formal when it comes to writing letters. Now, everyone sign their name underneath what I have written." All did as they were told. James noticed that Sirius didn't put his last name like everyone else. He didn't of course – the letter was addressed to his mum, but was Sirius that bothered about the reputation the Black family had made?

James watched as Sirius tied the parchment to his tawny owl he borrowed and let it fly through the window Remus had opened.

"Your mum is seriously the coolest mum there is. I mean like how many mums offer to tell their sons where the secret passageways of Hogwarts are? Not many, I'm telling you that now," Sirius said, as he answered his own question.

James just smiled and nodded along. He loved his mum – she wasn't like every other mum, she was the best anyone could have. He wouldn't know what he would do if he lost her. He and his dad would probably fall apart, not to mention the twins. James pushed the depressing thought of his head, and turned back to the new conversation Sirius and Remus were talking about, with Peter nodding along like some odd wind-up muggle toy in the background.

The quartet walked into the Great Hall with the rest of the many first years for the Sorting, being amazed by the size and wonder of it all. A tatty old hat greeted them as they passed the house tables. A tight-lipped professor called Professor McGonagall called everyone up alphabetically to sit on the stool and place the hat on their heads, ready to be sorted.

"If they put me in Slytherin, I'll leave!" Sirius stated simply.

Not too soon it was Sirius' turn.

"Black, Sirius!" McGonagall called out.

Sirius gulped and walked up to the stool, putting the hat on.

Ah, a Black I see. You shan't be too hard to Sort! the hat said to Sirius. "I am NOT going into Slytherin!" Sirius hissed back. Not in Slytherin, eh? That's a first coming from a Black! You would do well in Slytherin, bravery, pride, and lots of talent…More opposes came from Sirius' direction…well, it better be GRYFFINDOR!

Many of the school were shocked to hear that a Black was put in Gryffindor – especially the Slytherins.

James cheered along with them then carried on watching the Sorting.

"Evans, Lily!"

James turned to see a long redheaded girl walk up to the hat. As she turned, James caught a glimpse of her beautiful green eyes. The world seemed to go in slow motion for a second. Her red silky hair swayed with her walk, and James couldn't take his eyes off her.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat called out, and James seemed to have an even bigger urge to get into that house.

Remus and Peter went ahead and both got sorted into Gryffindor. Now it was James' turn.

Slowly, James walked up to hat and placed it on top of his head.

Potter! Another one! What to do with you, eh? "Gryffindor, Gryffindor," James said under his breath, closing his eyes with hope. Gryffindor, eh? I suppose you do have the qualities for it... but you'll do so well in Slytherin, yes, I can see it all here. Urge to prove yourself, plenty of talent and power…. No? Then it will have to be GRYFFINDOR!

James smiled so wide that it reached his eyes. I made it! I got into Gryffindor! He hopped off the stool and met his friends at the table and they all sat together. Opposite him was Lily Evans. To James she looked even more beautiful up close. She was amongst a crowd of people, being the main attraction – James could see they were going to be the popular group. The boys were pushing each other around trying to get closer to her, while Lily laughed along with the girls. She was helping herself to the potatoes when she caught James staring at her. She looked right into his eyes and gave a little smile in his direction as she blushed a bright red, and turned back to her friends.

Through out the feast James had a great time joking along with his friends and being amazed by the amounts of food that constantly came upon the table. His favourite part, however, were the hidden smiles and grins that were given to him by a certain redhead.


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