A.N: Sorry for the long wait between these chapters, I've been hauled up in my room watching 'How To Get Away With Murder' for the past couple of days, and oh my God is it amazing. Not only is Alfie Enoch a.k.a Dean Thomas a main character, but another one of my favourites, Katie Findlay, who starred alongside Bonnie Wright a.k.a Ginny Weasley, in one of my favourite films After The Dark, is also a main character. It's so, so, so good, and I cannot wait for Season 2. It's a new obsession of mine and I'm head over heels for it. I can't believe how much Alfie has changed, and how gorgeous he now is, and I must admit it's inspired me to write Dean into more chapters. Sorry not sorry.

Compared to his parents when they were taking their O.W.L's, James Potter had it easy. His father had been caught in a tug of war between Voldemort, and the Ministry. His mother found herself in the midst of a war, when she took hers. So for fifteen year old James to be sat at the table, complaining about how much revision he's expected to do, and how the teachers are putting too much pressure on him to his parents, was almost laughable.

"And did you know, if I'm going to be an Auror, I have to take potions?" James grumbled, through a mouthful of potatoes.

"Yes, well, I am an Auror" Harry sighed, as he looked over at his wife, who had to bite her lip to keep herself from giggling at her son.

"But I don't want to take Professor Slughorn's class!" James added, as he washed down his food with a swig of water. "All he does is talk about how great you two are, and tell me that he 'knows I'll do great things if I just believe'."

Lily couldn't help but laugh at his last statement, choking slightly. Albus thumped his sister's back, grinning.

"You? Doing great things?" he smirked. "As if burping the alphabet can be considered great things."

"Albus, your brother is capable of doing anything he wants, so don't put him down" Ginny told him, pointing her fork at him. "And James, sweetie, Professor Slughorn has a very good point. Me and your father are extraordinarily great."

Harry, Lily and Albus all laughed, whilst James merely frowned. He set his cutlery down, and pushed the plate away from him, crossing his arms.

"All this talk about O.W.L's has made me lose my appetite" he muttered. He still had half a chicken breast left, and all of his broccoli.

The table fell into silence, the rest of them enoying their dinner, as was made known by their 'mmm's', for lack of a better word. James almost broke a few times, but held strong, determined to make a point.

As they began to scrape the last morsels of food off their plates, and began to pack away, James heard his stomach growl. Coughing fiercely, he tried to conceal his obvious hunger. Ginny merely raised an eyebrow at him.

Harry leant over, and was about to take his plate from him, when James snapped, and pulled the plate closer, tucking in. His father grinned, and sat back down, across the table from him. Ginny winked at her husband, and took a seat next to her son.

"Listen, I know all this revision, and work seems like a lot, but it truly does pay off in the long run" Harry assured his son, watching as he took greedy bites of his chicken. "I mean, look at me. I didn't think I'd live to take my O.W.L's, but I did, with perhaps the least amount of preparation than anybody, and now I'm an Auror!"

Glancing up, with furrowed eyebrows, James turne to his father.

"So, what you're saying is you didn't revise, at all, and you still became an Auror?"

Realising where he had slipped up, Harry tried to correct himself.

"Yes, but that's not the point" he tried, looking over at Ginny for help. She merely shrugged.

"Don't look at me, love, I didn't revise either."

"Wait, you didn't revise, and you still went on to play for the most successful Quidditch teams ever, and became a journalist for the Daily Prophet?"

"Pretty mu - "

"No, that's not what she's saying" Harry interrupted, sternly.

"No, it is" Ginny corrected, nodding. James's eyes lit up, finally finding a loophole.

However, Ginny still wanted to be a good mother, and a role model for her son, so she found another way to convince him to study.

"But, you're father could kill dark wizards before he could walk - have you killed any dark wizards, James?" she inquired.

James shook his head. "Mum, I'm fifteen."

"Exactly. When you're dad was eleven, he fought his way to the Philospher's Stone, and defeated Voldemort for the second time. When he was twelve, he battled Tom Riddle and a basilisk to rescue me from the Chamber of Secrets. When he was thirteen he defeated a whole horde of dementors. When he was fourteen, he competed in the Triwizard Tournament, and faced dragons, merpeople, and again, Voldemort and his Death Eaters. When he was fifteen, he, myself, your Uncle Ron, your Aunt Hermione, Neville and Luna all batted the Death Eaters in the Ministry, where your dad battled Voldemort, for like the gazillionth time. That's why he didn't need to revise. What's your excuse?"

In that moment, Harry looked over at his wife and felt nothing but pride and love. He was astounded, that after twenty-one years together she hadn't tired of telling people stories about their childhood, and the amazing things they had been through. And the fact that she could recite all of his conquests without pausing for a second was marvellous.

James, however, just blinked. When his mum had put it like that he stopped to think about what he had actually done. He was Gryffindor Seeker, and was dating a really funny girl in his year called Ophelia, so there was two things he could say he was proud of. But he hadn't vanquished anything, or defeated anyone, like his parents had. Like his dad, the Auror.

Huffing, he just shook his head. "You're right, mum."

Smiling, Ginny winked at her husband - something she had been doing since their were at Hogwarts together, and something that never ceased to make Harry's insides feel all warm and jittery - and planted a kiss on her son's head.

"Dad, you must have done well in O.W.L's though" James quieried, as he took his now empty plate and dropped it into the sink.

"Top of my class for Defense Against the Dark Arts" he father called through. "But my other subjects weren't so great. Mostly E's, a D, and one P."

"That's not bad for someone who didn't revise" James pointed out, estutely.

"I revised a little" Harry admitted. "Your Aunt Hermione, she can be quite scary when she wants to be."

Ginny laughed. "You're telling me!" As James came back in the room, he sat back down, and listened to his parent's tales.

"When I was taking my O.W.L's, I'd began dating your dad. I was . . . distracted, to say the least. And I never liked studying to begin with. So, I was planning to wing the exams, getting by with the knowledge I already had. Aunt Hermione however, well, she'd frequently tell us off. Once she threatened to turn your dad's hands into those of a chicken's, if he didn't keep them off me."

"Aunt Hermione said that! Cool!" Albus exclaimed, from where he was sat on the sofa. Then he grimanced, realizing. "Gross."

"But, how did you do? I mean, I suppose you did alright too."

"On the contrary - I got mostly A's, an E in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but I got a T in both Divination and History of Magic."

This seemed to stun all those in the room.

"A T? As in T for Troll? That exists?" Lily chirped up. Her mother nodded.

"So, you didn't do all that well, and you still became a famous Quidditch player, and then a journalist?"

"Yes, sweetie. I mean, you don't need a poxy O in Herbology if you want to be a Quidditch player" Ginny laughed.

James nodded, a mischeivious gleam in his eye that reminded his father far too much of the same look Fred, George and Ginny all would have before anyone of their practical jokes. Narrowing his eyes, he pointed a finger at his son.

"So, you promise to revise then?" Harry asked, sternly.

James scoffed. "You're joking, right? I'm going to be a Quidditch player - screw school."