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True Power
Disclamier: I do not own any of jk rowlings characters, or places! My story takes place after the Final Battle between Harry and Voldemort so no one gets confused!
-Summer Break- James Pov
"James, get up! JAMES!" I woke up to the squaking of my sister Elizabeth and, let out a groan.
"What the bloody hell its only nine o'clock and, its summer! Why do I have to get up?" I replied as she kicked my bedroom door open.
I was lying in bedd and, I didn't really feel like getting up, I'm lazy and, its summer anyway I thought. Elizabeth stood in my bedroom doorway a grin on her face, her hands on her hips.
"James, you know Jason is coming over in a little bit we have to practice for quidditch!" She exclaimed brushing her long black hair away from her face.
"I told you I don't play quidditch, I suck at it." I replied coldly diving back underneath my covers.
"You don't suck, you're just too lazy that's all." She replied as she yanked me off my bed by my ankles.
"GERROF! LET GO OF MY BLOODY ANKLES!" I shouted as I landed on my floor with a THUD.
"You better get dressed, he's going to be here in fifteen minutes." She said laughing as she shut my bedroom door behind her.
I fumbled around looking for my glasses and, found them on my nightstand and, thanked the lord that I hadn't tripped over anything. I grabbed a pair of faded, torn jeans and, a Patriots football jersey. I stopped to look at myself in the mirror and, let out a depressed sigh. I have brown, messy hair, and brown eyes like my mom. I have glasses like my dad and, sadly I'm short.
I ran out of my room and, slid down the banister landing gently on my feet at the landing. I walked through the living room and, was met by the smell of something burning. The distinct smell of burning pancakes to be exact.
"Dear, these pancakes are burnt."
"They are not."
"
Mom, there bloody black look at 'em!"
I walked into the kitchen and, took in a mouthful of smoke, I cough and hacked my but off, my sister laughing at me. I was gulping for air like a fish out of water I thought to myself.
Mom flicked her wand and, the smoke automatically dissappeared, leaving the kitchen clean and, smoke free.
"I don't get it my mom use to make these pancakes all the time." She mumbled throwing away the pitch black pancakes. There just bloody pancakes I though to myself as, I poured myself a bowl of Apple Jacks.
"Ready for some quidditch?" My dad asked cheerfully sitting down next to me at the table.
"No." I replied through a mouthful of cereal.
"James you have to play! Dad he's just too lazy to get on a broom and, try to fly!" Said Liz staring at dad.
"You know what I don't like quiddithch. AND I'M NOT YOU DAD NOT ALL OF US CAN BE AS GOOD AS HARRY POTTER!" I shouted leaving the table in a storm, knocking over my chair as I ran from the kitchen, my ears red as fire, my fists clenched.
For once in my life I wished that I wasn't Harry Potters' son
sorry that chapter was so short! well I hope I didn't confused anyone, right now James is sort of being selfish but, I promise he'll lighten up. yes please comment and, if anyone has questons i'll answer them!