This story is not about James, father of Harry, but about Harry's son who he named after his father. …Just want to make that clear D
This is the re-write version. Lots of things are changing, and have been re-written. I promise this is the last time I'm going to do this to you guys. Also, visit my profile, I set up a community on Live Journal where I'll post updates on how writing is going, and other little blabs.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, however I wish I did. Some characters are made up, like Ella and James, but most are real.
Chapter One
Eleanor Schrock is of the most known people at the moment because of recent events and I was honored to visit her in her home to interview her on behalf of the entire wizarding world.
Ms. Schrock's home is a privet location, so I can not say much about it except this. It's a small and cozy little home. Flowers of all kinds are planted in the small garden in the front of the home home, and a white picket fence surrounds her property.
I was welcomed into the house by Eleanor herself and led to the kitchen were she had tea and assortments of snacks waiting for us. We exchanged 'How are you's for a while like we were old friends.
After tea, we went to her living room were she pulled a rather large and worn out album off the fireplace mantle. "Shall we start then?" she asked me. I nodded and began to record our conversation. So much of the information she gave me was hard to turn into an article, that I decided to just quote her every word.
Ms. Schrock turned the album on her lap to face me, the cover read "My James." She opened the album and turned to the first page, a picture of three young Hogwarts students sitting in the snow below a tree. They all had red noses from the cold, but were smiling cheerfully. The blonde boy in the picture made a snow ball and threw it at the other boy, who threw one back. The three were soon running around the frame laughing and playing. Ms. Schrock smiled and turned the page again. She explained it was her and her parents. They were sitting on the front stoop of their house, the smiling young Schrock was missing a front tooth.
"When I was nine years old, my parents pulled me aside and told me something I still can't believe to this day. 'We're witches,' my mom said to me that night I remember so clearly. And by the look on her face I knew that she was ready to take my reaction, good or bad and that she had been planning this talk for a while.
"Of course they showed me some magic--Dad accidentally made a potted tree in the corner of the living room burst into flames. Mum had a fit, yelling that he should be 'more responsible' with his wand and to not 'flick it in any direction you please!'--and they talk me all about the wizarding world. I, being only nine, was shocked they would tell me something this big at such a young age. They said it was because I had to get used to magic, see how it works before I started.
"They told me I too was a witch. And it made sense! It explained all these weird things that happened to me, or to people I was angry at. But they never explained when and where I would learn the magic they knew.
"Over the next few months, my mum and dad explained everything there was to know about the wizarding world. They even took me to Diagon Alley a few times.
"Finally a few days before my eleventh birthday in August, a black owl swooped through the open window in the kitchen during breakfast and dropped a letter addressed to me on the bagel I had been eating. I was surprised I got a letter. The only person who had sent me mail through owl post was my grandfather…but that was only on my birthday and this owl certainly looked nothing like his light grey one, Mo.
"To make a long story short, it was a letter from Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry inviting me to attend their school to learn magic.
"On September first, after many explanations, I boarded the Hogwarts Express to attend the school along with other kids my age. It was on this train—and day—that I met James Potter, son of the famous couple; Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley.
"James, unlike me had always known about the magical world--well he should given who his parents are. They defeated Voldemort in Harry's seventh year at Hogwarts.
"Harry and his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, along with Ginny Weasley destroyed all of Voldemort's horcruxes, which was a difficult task. Then on May 27, 1997, Harry and Ginny defeated Voldemort together. I don't quite understand how or the spell they used, but their love for each other weakened him enough for Harry to dispose of him once and for all...but we all know that already
"Five years later he married Ginny, and a year after that, they had an extremely powerful baby, James.
"James and I met…in a painful way. He had his nose buried in a book as he walked down the corridor of the train pulling along his trunk looking up only to peer into the compartment windows looking for one that was empty. At the same time, I was pulling my heavy trunk into the empty compartment I had found, when I felt the trunk lurch to the side. I looked out the compartment door and saw a boy laying face first on the ground surrounded by pieces of parchment and a book. Students walking by sniggered at the boy, pointing and laughing. If they knew then who he was, I guarantee they would not be laughing, but helping him up...
"Are you OK?" I asked quickly pulling my trunk into the compartment before grabbing hold of the boys elbow and lifting him up. "I'm so sorry about that." The boy shrugged and looked around, he spotted his book and papers, and he knelt to pick them up. "Here let me help you," I offered. Together, we were able to gather all his papers before they were trampled on by the other passengers of the train.
We stood and faced each other, neither knowing what to say or do. That was when I noticed his glasses where askew. "Um…your glasses," I said pointing to my own hoping he would get the hint.
"Wha-oh! Oh!" he hurriedly fixed his glasses. "Thanks," he said sounding a little embarrassed. "Um, so I should go find a compartment," he said after a few moments of silence.
I smiled and nodded. "OK." He turned to pick up his trunk and continued down the corridor this time holding his book at his side.
After he left I closed my compartment door to let others know I didn't want any company. I sighed as I turned toward my trunk which had already caused me trouble. After a few huffs and puffs I managed to hoist it onto the luggage rack. Just as I sat down I heard a knock on the compartment door.
I turned to look out the compartment door window and saw the boy who had tripped over my trunk looking in. "Yes," I asked opening the door. I noticed he still had his luggage.
"Um, do you mind if I ride with you? Everywhere else is full." He said.
"Oh, sure," I said opening the door all the way. "Come on." We helped each other lift his trunk onto the luggage rack and soon sat down to converse.
"I'm sorry," he said. "It was incredibly rude of me to not introduce myself. I'm James Potter."
A/N: You know that saying "Don't judge a book by it's cover"? Well I'm saying don't judge this story by the first couple chapters. Trust me, in the end it'll be worth a read. Don't forget to visit my LJ community!