Notes: I think I lost some of you... Now it's James's turn! Remember that James knows nothing about Harry's past. You'll find out whi soon enough.

James was in his room, packing his trunk for school. His dad had left two days ago - profs could show up early if they liked. James still couldn't believe it. His dad, a professor? Was he even qualified for that? But, knowing Hogwarts' record, it probably didn't matter. Every professor he'd ever had didn't seem like they were qualified. Well, a few were, but the rest... It will be wierd, having him there. But maybe I can get off with some stuff now.

There was something about Hogwarts to his dad. He didn't like to talk about it. If anyone asked him anything about his school days he would quickly change the subject. His mum had told him not to bother his father with such things. But why would he hide it unless something important had happened? Maybe it was something bad, James thought. Something that got him into loads of trouble - but then, why would McGonagall want him to teach? Why would she let a trouble maker be in charge?

Obviously he's good at dark arts, James thought. He's a famous auror. Everyone knows him. But, do they know him for something else?

Yes it would definately be odd with him there. He's going to have to be there anyway. The school had uped security this year. A group of people called 'death eaters' had been spotted around the country. James had seen it in the paper, before his dad had quickly folded it up so he couldn't read the whole article. Wonder what they're about - obviously nothing good with a club name like that. Whoever they were their appearance upset all the aurors greatly. The Ministry had been disturbed enough to order aurors around every magical school, especialy Hogwarts. James had heard there were to be one hundred aurors near the school. They would be in two shifts of fifty people. Why one hundred? Are we really that unsafe? Do we even have that many aurors in the country?

Having his dad there was of great importance. James had overheard various aurors practically begging him to be one of the guards. McGonagall had made sure he'd be there 24/7. Something had happened between those people and his dad before, possibly when he was in school there. And James was determined to pester as many people as necessary until he found out.

James, his three cousins, and his sister were on Platform 9 3/4. James turned to his mother, who was busy fussing over Angie. "Mum? Could I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"Why do we need a hundred aurors at Hogwarts?"

"Don't worry about such things James," she said quickly. "Now hurry or you won't get a seat."

"But I want to know. Is something bad going to happen?"

"You're perfectly safe at Hogwarts. Perhaps more so than you are at home." The train whistle blew. "Off you go. Take care of your sister."

Perhaps more so than you are at home. We live in an invisible house. How much safer can you get?

James sat with his cousins, who forced him to allow his sister there as well. He brought up the topic to them. "What d'you think has got them so jumpy?"

John ((Ron and Hermy's oldest)) shrugged. "Who knows? These death eater people can't be good news though, with a name like that."

"Are you sure they said one hundred?" Angie asked. James nodded, slightly annoyed.

"Do we have that many?" Josh ((Ron and Hermy's second)) asked. "I didn't think England was a big enough country to have that many aurors."

"Maybe they're borrowing some," John said. "I don't think France needs theirs. Nothing exciting has happened over there for a while."

"They wanted my - our," James corrected himself, remembering that Angie was there, "dad to be there. Whatever it is it involves him."

"Maybe it'll scare them away," Josh said. "I mean, he is one of the best aurors in Europe. Maybe they'll change their minds if they see him there."

"It'll probably be more of an incentive to attack," James said. "He's put more than a few of them in Azkaban."

A tall blond girl walked past their compartment slowly, looked at all of them, and then kept walking. John sighed. "Oh, it's gonna be a fun year."

"Why?" John asked.

"That little wench is prefect. She's always been in my face since the day I got here."

"Mine too," James added quietly.

"Obviously she hasn't found us yet," Josh said to their third brother, Chris, who had been quiet the whole time.

"She will," John said. "Just don't give her any reason to report you. Prefects might not be able to take points, but that one has connections with people who can. Her older sister's head girl. And I've heard they have a third one coming this year."

"Oh no," Angie said, knowing enough about Hogwarts to not want to get in trouble with prefects or their siblings.

"It's a dynasty then," James said.

"Weren't you thinking of joining the quidditch team?" John asked him. "The sisters are both chasers on their team."

"Well then I'll be sure to become a beater," James mumbled.

"It is fun," Josh said. He was one of the Gryffindor beaters and had been so for almost two years. "You can 'accidentally' knock their brains out."

"I dunno if I'm even going to make it on the team," James said.

"Sure you will. He did," John pushed Josh a bit.

"And if I can make it anyone can."

"What positions are open?"

"They need two chasers, a beater, and a seeker. Probably a reserve team as well, after what happened last year." Gryffindor had lost the quidditch cup to Ravenclaw the year before because half of the Gryffindor team had been knocked unconcious during a match against Slytherin and there hadn't been any replacements. "It was sad."

"At least we won the house cup," Josh pointed out.

"Yeah, by three points. That's pathetic." The blond girl walked past again. "Yes, it'll be a fun year. I hope I get prefect next year. I'd like to report her for being a stuck up brat."

((Can you guess who's child the blond girl is?))

James filed in with the rest of the students. They sat and watched as about six million first years were hurded in. "We'll be lucky if we eat before Christmas," Josh whispered.

James occupied himself by scanning the staff table.At the far left was Binns, the ghost History of Magic professor who had been there forever. Then Flitwick, the Charms professor, who had also been there forever and was rumored to be retiring soon. Then Madame Hooch, theflying professor, then the unmistakable form of Hagrid, who was still thecare of magical creatures professor.At the far right was Firenze, a centaur, who had been the astronomy professor for some time because he still was not allowed back into the Forest (no one was sure why). Next to him was Trelawney, looking just as spaced out as ever.

A tall, thin woman with blood red hair was sorting the first years. This was Professor Kaldran, the potions professor for the last ten years. She had taken over as head of Ravenclaw when Flitwick decided he would retire soon, and she was smarter than the whole table of Ravenclaw's combined. It was impossible to disagree with her in class, even in a subject she didn't teach. She had become the deputy headmistress because she was the only certified professor that wasn't going to retire soon or wasn't already dead.

Back at the stafftable James looked at the new people. There was a new muggle studies professor, but James didn't know who he was. It really didn't matter as he was never going to take that class. On theleft side of the headmistress' chair was a new one. That has to be the new herbology professor, James thought. And in between the herbology professor and Trelawney was his dad, looking rather bored with the whole thing.

Angie was called up to be sorted. Their dad seemed to perk up a bit. She was put into Gryffindor, obviously, and both James and his dad fell back into a daze until the food appeared. At the end of it all the headmistress stood up.

"Quiet please. Welcome to a new year.I assume you've noticed a few new faces at the staff table. You will get to know them soon, but I shall introduce them to you now. Professor Talric for muggle studies," the man stood up, there was applause, "Professor Longbottom for herbology," ((Yes, it's Neville!)) more applause, "and Professor Potter fordefense against thedark arts." There was applause, but also a low whisper that moved around the students.

"Potter? As in Harry Potter?" They whispered.

"The Harry Potter?"

"How did they get him?"

"Quiet please," McGonagall said again. "Now it is time for bed. First years follow your prefects. Everyone have a good night and a good sleep - remember you start classes first thing tomorrow. And to anyone who cares to know, quidditch try-outs are next week."