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Chapter 2
From generation to generation
James was seated at his family kitchen consuming an enormously large amount of food. It was a shocking site to see him seated and probably the first time in a number of years. He was the type of boy that was always laughing, making jokes and played pranks. The Potter family lived in mansion that was formally a castle and although they had made the place where they lived but they part of the castle how it had been for the centuries and James loved to explore it. They had a marvelous garden in the front of the house which no one seemed to appreciate much to Mrs. Potter's green thumb much to her chagrin.
What stood out on James was his uncontrollable hair that his mother worked so hard to manage with no success. His eyes were Hazel, just like his mother's. He lived with his father who he referred to as "dad," his mother who he called "mum" and a house elf called Pinsky.
James' mother, Jessica Potter, was a kind, loving and thoughtful apart from her green thum. She was used to James' antics and had given up teaching him not to prank but she secretly found humor in it. It was fun to have someone around to laugh with and she truly would miss him as she watched him grow up. She knew it was July and his letter would be arriving soon. Her husband had no need to work due to their inherited wealth although he chose to work as an auror for the pure pleasure of working. Jessica was glad her husband was happy but wished he didn't work so hard.
James' father, Harold Potter, was quick witted and fun to be around. He was always laughing. He had black hair that would not stay straight, much to Mrs. Potter's displeasure, James had that same hair. Harold was loving and thoughtful and gave amazing advice. He was highly respected in the wizarding world.
The only other member of the Potter family was their house elf Pinsk that they treated as much family as each other. Jessica often cooked and she had a talent for chocolate moose.
James was as happy as any 11 year olds could be. They only thing was that he could not wait for the day when he would receive his Hogwarts letter like his parents and grandparents before him. He was especially anxious for the day when the letter would arrive since he turned 11, knowing it was the year he would begin his magical schooling career.
James had not long to wait because that night as he was tucked into bed by his mother a magical quill was writing his letter. The letter he had waited all these years for the letter that would give him entrance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The next day was a Friday, a day that would change him and make him intothe person he dreamed of being
An owl flew in the house and that was not an unusual occurrence in this wizarding family. But this owl was special, it carried a note that James had been waiting 11 years for. It carried his Hogwarts letter. As soon as James could see it he dashed over and opened it up. His mother already knew what it was and smiled a proud smile.
"Well why we don't tell your dad the good news."
James smile was too broad to speak and he just nodded.
They traveled by the floo network and in no time were standing in front of
When they told Harold the news he beamed at James. "Well why don't go out for dinner tonight we need to celebrate the teaching of magic from generation to generation."
That night the Potter family went toa restaurant and when they got home they were all in very good moods but when they arrived they found a letter addressed to Mr. Harold Potter.
Mr. Potter read the letter and frowned.
Unsure of what to make of the expression on her husbands face she sent James to bed. James knew better than to argue and made his way to his room where he wasn't sure what to make of the day that was rapidly ending.
"What is it?" Jessica Potter asked with concern.
"It is this Lord voldemort person, he has been killing muggleborns every-so-often, but this letter says it is getting worse and he killed teo this week. The ministry is worried and is having a meeting for all aurors right now."
"When will you be back?"
"I don't know but I'll be back soon I promise."
Lost for words and afraid of what she might say Mrs. Potter remained silent but merely nodded knowing Harold's determination to help protect people.
Harold Potter did not return until the morning. He looked tired and worried. His wife knew better than to press the subject but it was clear from the bags under her eyes that she had waited up for him. She made him breakfast and then let him sleep.
She wasn't sure what to tell James because she was sure he would ask. Sure enough he did. All she said was that his father had received some unpleasant news from work and that he should not ask him about it.
James knew from the fear on his parents faces and the vagueness of his mothers answers to his questions that something very bad had happened. He hoped to change the mood but even the young prankster was left idealess.
Suddenly something happened that no one expected. "Lets go to Diagon Alley to but James his school supplies," Mr. Potter announced.
Unsure of how to react the other members of the Potter family agreed happy to see the glow back in James's father's eyes.
So that was that and off they went.
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