Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, I don't own 'em. Based on Don't Take the Girl by Tim McGraw

A/N: Ok had this idea in my head after listening to a song and had to get it out there. Don't worry Promise to Stay will continue. Oh yea definitely AU! No Deatheaters, No Voldemort, and some other stuff. Some of the wizarding rules don't apply, like underage children are allowed broomsticks, (that's for my own benefit, otherwise story wouldn't work)

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The sun filtered throughout the room. The golden rays of the sun falling on the sleeping boy in the bed. He grumbled in the disruption of his sleep. He did not want to wake up, no matter how late it was in the day. He pulled the covers over his head, and was wrapped in total darkness. 'That's the way it should be.' He thought to himself. And drifted off back to sleep.

He was disturbed again from his wonderful slumber when he heard the door to his room open up with a loud creaking sound. Then with the addition of his mother's voice there was no way he was going back to sleep that day.

"James Potter. I'm shocked of all days to be sleeping in. You've been looking forward to this day for two weeks. G et your lazy bum out of bed."

His mother who was an elderly witch sure was feisty. James had no idea what his mother was yelling at him for, especially this early during the morning. What day? What was so important?

"Your father is outside waiting for you, so you better get your broomstick and go." His mother said in amusement. Waking up her son was no small deed.

James made no response; clearly all he still wanted to do was sleep. Why wouldn't the woman leave him alone?

"That's it I've had enough." His mother yelled.

James wondered what his mother was going to do, it did not sound good. It did not take long for him to find out. He felt a cold draught run over his body; his eyelids fluttered opened to reveal a pair of hazel coloured eyes.

"Awww, mom. What you do that for?" James asked her through his whinging.

His mother who was leaning on the doorframe wand in hand, walked up to her precious son, and ran her fingers through his unruly mop of jet-black hair. "Because you're father is waiting for you, darling, and he's not getting any younger."

James adored his parents, they were older in age when they decided to have him, and at eight years old he was the centre of their universe. "What's going on today mom?" He questioned, for the life of him he could not remember.

"You honestly don't remember do you? You're getting worse than us in our old age." She joked with him. "James you're dad's taking you out to play Quidditch on your new broom. You've been discussing this forever, that's all I've been hearing the past couple of weeks."

"Oh yea, I forgot it was today." He looked at her impishly.

She ran her fingers through his hair once more, and left the boy to get changed and meet his father.

Once his mother was gone James scurried off the bed and quickly changed into his favourite Quidditch teams colours of mud brown. He loved Puddlemere United. He hoped one day he would be seeker for that team, how fun it would be.

Once he was dressed he raced down the stairs to the front door, but was stopped once again by his mother.

"What about some breakfast. Don't you want something to eat to keep up your strength?"

"Naw, no time, I've got to go." James said with boyish enthusiasm, grabbed his broom that was lying next to his mother's in an immaculate holder, and raced outside to meet his father.

"Dad, I'm ready to…" James' voice faltered when he came to the gates of the manor. There his father stood, but he was not alone. With him was his pesky neighbour, a girl his age, with flaming red hair holding onto her own broom. He gave his father a questioning look.

"I'm sorry son, but Lily's coming to. We just can't leave her behind."

The little girl looked at James and smiled sweetly to him. He just glared back at her.

James made a motion with his finger for his dad to follow him. His father who was also named James (name was passed down from Generation to Generation) decided to humour his son and followed him to a side.

"Dad please I'm begging you don't let her come, she's gonna ruin everything." He cried in distress. Whenever he used that tone meant he usually got his way.

"Sorry son, but that's not going to work today. I know you don't want her to come, but one of these days you will change your mind. Look how happy she looks I think she likes you." He teased.

James made a face of disgust and looked at his father imploringly. "Please dad, you can take anybody else, Peter, Remus, even my best friend Sirius."

"James she's coming along and that's final." James senior said looking at the younger version of himself.

James had to try one more time to make his appeal, in barely a whisper he said. "Please don't take the girl."

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This is the end of chapter One there's two more chapters to go, please review and tell me what you think. Love always Hedwig11445.