My first MWPP fanfic, so don't kill me if it sucks, k?
Disclaimer: Ha, like I'd ever be able to come up ith a story like this....how long did J.K. Take to figure out the entire plot? Eleven years?
Package comes with everything you see here. Batteries not included.
Oh boy, not another one...
"Long, long ago, in a land far far away..." Elizabeth Potter said to her young son, retelling the tale of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. James Potter, a stubborn, rather small, 11 year old, was eager to hear this story every night since he had turned eleven two weeks ago.
Sure, he had known about Hogwarts, after all, his parents both had gone to the legendary castle, but he wanted to go so very badly, and especially now, his thoughts turned to nothing but the school.
The date was August 31st, 1971, and the following day, James was off. To HOGWARTS!
"Oh, James, you're not going to get a wink of sleep tonight, are you?" His mother said, a smile both in her eyes and on her face. She ruffled his already messy black hair, and beamed as she looked into his hazel eyes, much like her own.
"Nope. Therefore, you have to tell me the story about how George the Grouchy was defeated on the land of Hogwarts by Godric!" He said, hoping for her to tell him his favorite tale. He never got sick of that one.
"Again?" His mother said, but as her son was a very stubborn little tyke, she gave in.
"OK. Once, there was a land, a land in a city we now call Edinburgh. But back then, in the times of olde, there were many hills and even more castles.
"One of those castles belonged to a horrible man, George the Grouchy, who had once been hit by a spell by a young boy in glasses" James giggled, as he knew his mother always added that part just for him, "and now hated magic of any kind."
"In the meanwhile, four of the most famous wizards and witches of their time were gathering. There was an outbreak of children, who all showed signs of magaical powers. See, at first, the four wizards and witches had gone around, teaching a select few their spells, potions, and charms, as the ones they pickes were the ones they saw showing powers. But now, there were simply too many young children to teach. They had to find a place, where no muggle could find them. And this is where our story begins."
Unfortunately, that is where the story had ended, as when Mrs. Potter looked down at her son, he was fast asleep, holding on to her arm.
She got up and looked at her son. This was going to be the last time, she thought with a sigh, she was going to see her son sleep, a nieve, sweet, little boy.
After all, Hogwarts was where boys became men, girls became women, little children became full grown wizards.
Hopefully, she thought, James will mature a little in the process.
~*~
"MUM! WE'RE GOING TO MISS THE TRAIN!" James said, with a start. It was already 10:30, and she was not even dressed yet!
James was pulling out his messy hair, and his father looked at him sternly. Harold Potter was not very strict, but was always trying to teach his son the importance of patience. The boy had absolutely none.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Mrs. Potter said, and waved her wand into her wardrobe. A muggle dress zoomed to her and she quickly put it on.
"Ready?" She said. James eagerly nodded, and she walked to the car they were driving.
James, who did not think the car could go any slower, was relieved fifteen minutes later when they arrived in the lot. Harold helped his son take the trunk out the expanded trunk, and wheeled it to the area where platform 9 3/4 was located.
"Hold on, James, I want to say something to you," Mr. Potter said, pulling his child back from running onto the platform.
He looked impatient, but looked at his father with a steady eye.
"Good, now James. Remember, this isn't home. You-"
"Can't do the same things. Can't pull the same pranks. I know, dad. Can't I go?" James finished, having heard the same thing at least twice that day.
"Have a good time, son. And...do try to get into Gryffindor." His father grinned.
James just rolled his eyes and zoomed through the platform.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So? Is it ok? This really is my first fic when it comes to it being an actual story....so, please, tell me how I'm doing. OK?
leo
Disclaimer: Ha, like I'd ever be able to come up ith a story like this....how long did J.K. Take to figure out the entire plot? Eleven years?
Package comes with everything you see here. Batteries not included.
Oh boy, not another one...
"Long, long ago, in a land far far away..." Elizabeth Potter said to her young son, retelling the tale of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. James Potter, a stubborn, rather small, 11 year old, was eager to hear this story every night since he had turned eleven two weeks ago.
Sure, he had known about Hogwarts, after all, his parents both had gone to the legendary castle, but he wanted to go so very badly, and especially now, his thoughts turned to nothing but the school.
The date was August 31st, 1971, and the following day, James was off. To HOGWARTS!
"Oh, James, you're not going to get a wink of sleep tonight, are you?" His mother said, a smile both in her eyes and on her face. She ruffled his already messy black hair, and beamed as she looked into his hazel eyes, much like her own.
"Nope. Therefore, you have to tell me the story about how George the Grouchy was defeated on the land of Hogwarts by Godric!" He said, hoping for her to tell him his favorite tale. He never got sick of that one.
"Again?" His mother said, but as her son was a very stubborn little tyke, she gave in.
"OK. Once, there was a land, a land in a city we now call Edinburgh. But back then, in the times of olde, there were many hills and even more castles.
"One of those castles belonged to a horrible man, George the Grouchy, who had once been hit by a spell by a young boy in glasses" James giggled, as he knew his mother always added that part just for him, "and now hated magic of any kind."
"In the meanwhile, four of the most famous wizards and witches of their time were gathering. There was an outbreak of children, who all showed signs of magaical powers. See, at first, the four wizards and witches had gone around, teaching a select few their spells, potions, and charms, as the ones they pickes were the ones they saw showing powers. But now, there were simply too many young children to teach. They had to find a place, where no muggle could find them. And this is where our story begins."
Unfortunately, that is where the story had ended, as when Mrs. Potter looked down at her son, he was fast asleep, holding on to her arm.
She got up and looked at her son. This was going to be the last time, she thought with a sigh, she was going to see her son sleep, a nieve, sweet, little boy.
After all, Hogwarts was where boys became men, girls became women, little children became full grown wizards.
Hopefully, she thought, James will mature a little in the process.
~*~
"MUM! WE'RE GOING TO MISS THE TRAIN!" James said, with a start. It was already 10:30, and she was not even dressed yet!
James was pulling out his messy hair, and his father looked at him sternly. Harold Potter was not very strict, but was always trying to teach his son the importance of patience. The boy had absolutely none.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Mrs. Potter said, and waved her wand into her wardrobe. A muggle dress zoomed to her and she quickly put it on.
"Ready?" She said. James eagerly nodded, and she walked to the car they were driving.
James, who did not think the car could go any slower, was relieved fifteen minutes later when they arrived in the lot. Harold helped his son take the trunk out the expanded trunk, and wheeled it to the area where platform 9 3/4 was located.
"Hold on, James, I want to say something to you," Mr. Potter said, pulling his child back from running onto the platform.
He looked impatient, but looked at his father with a steady eye.
"Good, now James. Remember, this isn't home. You-"
"Can't do the same things. Can't pull the same pranks. I know, dad. Can't I go?" James finished, having heard the same thing at least twice that day.
"Have a good time, son. And...do try to get into Gryffindor." His father grinned.
James just rolled his eyes and zoomed through the platform.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So? Is it ok? This really is my first fic when it comes to it being an actual story....so, please, tell me how I'm doing. OK?
leo