First meeting
"James your going to be late for the train if you don't hurry up and get down here!" Mrs. Potter was calling up the stairs for her lazy son.
"I'm here! I'm here! Don't worry so much mom. You know I would never be late for a train to the school I've been destined to since I was born." James Potter said with a big smirk across his face.
James Potter was an 11 year old boy with a big sense of humor. James wasn't your average 11 year old boy though. Sure, he was smart, funny, and had quite a few friends but James still wasn't normal. He was a wizard. You know with the magic and the wands and potion brewing and all the rest of the stuff. That was what James was. That's how James entire family was. They were all witches and wizards.
"James, you really worry me sometimes,"
"That's the way it should be mom," James still had that giant smirk on his face.
"Well, it's 9:43 now so we'll probably be leaving soon," Said Mr. Potter coming out of the foyer.
"Okay I just need to pack a few more things," James said making his way back up the stairs.
"Don't forget your new owl. What did you name it again?"
"His name is Nanimo (NAN-EYE-MO), dad."
"Oh, yes that's right."
James went up two flights of stairs and turned left into the room that said "James Potter's Pranking Headquarters". He went into the red and gold painted room and started packing the things he forgot to pack the day before. After all he would be spending 6 months at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for 7 years of his life. He would need all the comforts of his room there at the castle. Which means he brought his Quidditch posters, some pictures of his parents and his little teddy-bear (who he had since he was 5) named Godric. After James was done packing he called his dad up to his room.
"Dad could you use that spell to make my trunk lighter?"
"Why don't I just levitate it down the stairs for you?"
"Okay! Thanks dad!"
After a wave of his wand and the spell Wingardium Leviosa, Mr. Potter had the trunk in the air and slowly making it's way down the stairs, with Mr. Potter and James right behind it. When they got to the bottom of the massive marble stairs, the entire Potter family got their coats on headed for the car.
As soon as everybody was settled and made sure James had everything he needed, they started on their way to Platform 9 3/4, where the Hogwarts express would take him to Hogwarts.
The car ride their was long and quite except for the radio playing. James sat in the back thinking about all the stuff he'd get to do at the school, how many pranks he could pull and which subjects he'd be best at. As James was thinking about all these things he realized he wouldn't have anybody to pull pranks with. All his friends didn't show any signs of magical ability. They were all muggles, non-magic, which means they wouldn't attend Hogwarts. James decided he would have to make new friends. It was easy for James to make friends after all since he was so easy to get along with.
James was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice his dad continuously telling him that they arrived at the train station. James' thoughts were finally interrupted when Mr. Potter poked James hard in the shoulder.
They walked down the platforms to the one that was between platforms 9 and 10.
"Don't forget to write to us every week and don't eat too much candy and don't cause any trouble and try not to get detention and don't ev-"
"Mom!" James interrupted. "If I let you lecture me on what not to do, I'll miss the train."
"I think what your mother was trying to say was don't be like me," said Mr. Potter with a smirk across his face.
"I'll miss you so much sweetie," said Mrs. Potter giving her son a hug.
"If you get expelled we are not bailing you out. I'll miss my star Chaser on the Quidditch Pitch." Mr. Potter said while giving James a second hug.
After all the good-byes were over with James got on board the train and searched for an empty compartment. When James was about to give up he found an empty compartment. He put all his stuff away and sat down on the cushioned seats.
As James was staring out the window at all the kids saying good-bye to their parents, a boy with extremely well-behaved black hair and vibrant blue eyes entered the compartment and started talking.
"Hi, is it okay if I sit here? All the other compartments are either full or filled with people I really don't like. My name is Sirius Black." The boy named Sirius said with a smile on his face.
"Hi, my name is James Potter and I would be glad to share my compartment with you." said James, happy to have already found someone he might get along well with.
James stood up and helped Sirius put his stuff away. They both sat in silence for awhile either staring out the window or looking at their feet. Both of them were stuck in their own thoughts when another boy peeked his head into the compartment. He had sandy-blonde hair and tired looking gray eyes. Despite the tired eyes he had a very kind welcoming face.
The boy just stood their for awhile before talking.
"Hello. My name is Remus Lupin. Is it okay if I sit with you? All the other compartments are full."
Sirius looked at James thinking it was more James decision than his own because it was James compartment in the first place.
"Sure, you can sit here. I'm always happy to meet new people. My name is James Potter and this is Sirius Black." James said indicating himself then Sirius.
James and Sirius helped Remus store his things and then sat back down. James and Sirius sat facing each other with Remus beside James. Another silence fell over the compartment until James decided to start a conversation.
"Which House do you guys want to be in?"
"Anything but Slytherin and Hufflepuff!" Sirius said sticking his tongue out at the prospect of being put in the Slytherin House.
"I agree with Sirius. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw sound like good houses." Remus said noddin his head slighlty.
"What about you James?" Sirius asked.
"I really want to be in Gyrffindor. Both of my parents were Gryffindors." James said with a smile on his face.
"Do you guys care about the purity of blood?" Sirius asked unexpectedly.
"I'm a pure-blood but I don't care about the blood type.. As long as they're nice people." Remus said.
"I'm a pure-blood too and I agree with Remus. As long as their nice people then i don't care what kind of blood they have." James said with a serious look on his face.
"Good, because my family is obsessed with the purity of blood and think that anyone who isn't a pure-blood is scum beneath their slimy, disgusting shoes." Sirius said with a look of utter disgust on his face.
James, who was feeling the conversation was getting a bit too much to handle, decided to change the conversation.
"Do you guys play Quidditch?" James asked eagerly.
"I love to watch, but I don't play," Remus said without nearly as mush enthusiam as James.
"I love to watch and play," Sirius said with the same eagerness as James.
"What position do you want to play Sirius?" asked James still hoding on to his eagerness.
"I would love to be either a beater or a chaser. How about you James?" Sirius asked.
"I really want to be either seeker or chaser." James said.
That was how the rest of their journey went. They all discussed they're favorite Quidditch teams and how unfair it was that First Years weren't allowed tojoin the house teams. All in all it was a pretty fun day for the three new friends and they knew they would be friends for the next seven years of their school life.
