A/N: I gave Harry a fourth child in this story, Remus Ronald Potter. The other kids are still the same. Right now James is 11, Albus is 10, Remus is 9, and Lily is 8. I usually hate to mess with J.K. Rowling's world but it fit better in this story. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the world of Harry Potter. J.K does.

James Potter was lying on the roof of his house staring at the stars. He came up here often just to look at them. He could tell you all the constellations and point them out. They had always fascinated him. He knew that someday, he would go up into space and see one up close. The Potters had a beautiful house. Well, it was more of a mansion then a house. The house itself was huge. It was an old Greek style building, but updated. The outside looked almost the same, just more structurally safe and it had a new paint job. But the inside was a modern luxury. It was a wonderful mix of the wizarding world and the Muggle world. James loved the land around it more though. They owned more than 500 acres. The area around the house was well manicured and always ready for guests, but a forest ringed the edge. James had gone exploring through the dense trees and found a clearing. That was where he and his siblings spent most of their time. The trees were plenty tall enough that they could play Quidditch.

A window opened beneath him. James sat straight up. The rest of his family had gone to bed hours before. He stood up; ready to defend himself against whatever creature had made its way up the building. Then a head popped up above the edge of the roof.

"Lily! What are you doing up here?" His eight year old sister pulled herself up to sit down on the roof. James sat down beside her.

"I couldn't sleep. I went to your room but you weren't there. I figured you were up here."

"You know me too well Lily," James said with a smile.

"Will you show me the constellations?" James smiled. Lily was just as fascinated with stars as he was.

"Of course." The two of them sat up there until three in the morning when James finally insisted that they go to bed. Lily didn't argue though. James walked her to her room. She had a hidden bedroom. The door looked like cabinets but when you opened them, there was a marble archway to her room. She absolutely adored it, and Harry, his father, thought that she would be safe in there should anyone unwelcome come. James tucked her in and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight Lily." She was already asleep. He chuckled and walked back to his room. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

"Rise and shine James! Geez, it's 1 in the afternoon!" James rolled over in his bed and slowly opened his eyes. His mother was standing at his dresser putting his clothes away. He groaned and sat up.

"Lunch will be ready in about half an hour. Wash up and get dressed before you come down." James stood up and stretched. He walked over to his closet, pulled out a Chudley Cannons T-Shirt from his Uncle Ron and a pair of cargo shorts. His mother was walking out the door when she turned back.

"We'll be having a guest for lunch today so make sure you look presentable" She said with a smile. As she turned to walk back out, James called back to her, "Who's coming over? Uncle Neville was just here for dinner last night."

"Katie Wood. She is one of your dad's and my friends from Hogwarts. She's also-"

"-The captain of the British National Quidditch team!" James said, his eyes wide.

Ginny laughed. "Yes she is. Her husband, Oliver Wood used to play for-"

"Puddlemere United," James said breathlessly.

"Yes. Now, do you agree you must look presentable?"

James didn't even bother to answer as he ran across the hall to bathroom he shared with Albus. Luckily for Albus, he wasn't in there. James sprinted in and shut the door. He took a shower in record time and got dressed. He brushed his teeth and attempted to flatten his hair, but it didn't work so he settled for as messy as possible, while still looking amazing of course. Then he realized he was wearing a Chudley Cannons shirt and sprinted to his room to find one of his Puddlemere United shirts instead. He looked in the mirror on his closet door and was satisfied. He casually walked downstairs to the kitchen. His whole family was there already. He looked at the clock, it said 1:46.

"That has to be some kind of record," James said with a smirk.

"Yes, because it's a good thing to have to rush so fast you leave the water running in the sink." Albus said with a playful glare.

"Whoops," James said, but he didn't really care. He was about to have lunch with two famous Quidditch players. He had of course seen them at parties his parents had hosted, but he had never actually gotten to talk to them before. "Why are Katie and Oliver coming?" He asked, realizing he had no idea.

"Katie wanted to talk to your Dad about something, so I invited her over for lunch." Ginny said, tossing the salad.

"What did she want to talk to Dad about?" He said relentlessly.

"I guess you'll find out at lunch." His mom said with a smirk.

James glared at her but he knew he wasn't going to get anything out of her. James' dream had always been to play on the national Quidditch team. He knew it wouldn't be too hard for him when he got out of Hogwarts because the British team was terrible. Katie was the only good player on the team. At the World Cup last year, Britain had lost their first game by 260 points. Katie had been the only person to score a goal. James was determined to get on that team to restore a little glory to their country. He was a seeker and an amazing one too. His mother had created a youth Quidditch league for all the kids to play in before they got to Hogwarts. James had played on the top 10 year old team (the highest age group) when he was 6. He had never lost a match before and had never failed to catch the snitch.

Ashley Spinnet was the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and she had come to watch several of his games to see his talent. Gryffindor was in bad need of a seeker. He was eleven now and she told him that he already had a spot on the team in a month when he would go to Hogwarts. She had graduated already but she had told the team to make sure whoever was captain the next year would put him on the team.

The door bell rang, pulling James out of his memories. "I'LL GET IT!" James shouted and sprinted over to the front door. Albus laughed, but he was just as excited as James. He was a keeper like Oliver and he desperately wanted to ask him to come outside and teach him a few moves.

James stopped running right before the door, took a deep breath, smiled, and opened the door. Katie and Oliver Wood were standing there smiling. "Hi," he said,"I'm James." He swung the door open for them to step inside. Katie was wearing dark blue ruffled skirt with a v-neck shirt that said Britain on it with golden broomsticks dotting the red fabric. Oliver was wearing dark jeans with a Gryffindor Keeper shirt on top. "Hi James." Katie said with a smile, "It's nice to finally meet you." Oliver shook his hand and winked at him. James started immediately trying to figure out why he winked at him.

He led them into the kitchen where Harry and Ginny introduced them to Al, Remus, and Lily. They sat down to the lunch his mom had made, turkey sandwiches and chicken caesar salad. In the beginning of lunch, it was just the adults talking and catching up. James and the other kids didn't pay very much attention until the talk turned to Quidditch. They talked about Katie's last season, to her disappointment, Oliver's decision to stop playing (too old), and the future of the national team. James ears perked up and started paying closer attention.

"So, what are your plans for next years' season?" Harry asked.

"Well, we just lost our seeker about a week ago. He had an accident." Katie said.

"What kind of accident?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Oh he tried to fly home and ran into a muggle airplane. He fell off his broom about five-thousand feet. Luckily, a witch happened to see him falling and slowed his fall. He's still in St. Mungo's though, he broke about half the bones in his body. He won't be playing Quidditch ever again. Not that I would want him to if he can't see an airplane coming directly toward him. No wonder he never once caught the Snitch in a game." Everyone laughed. James felt bad for the seeker but he couldn't help get excited. If only he was a little older…

"Hey Harry, can I talk to you for a moment?" Katie asked.

"Yeah, sure." Harry said and he led her out to the back porch and shut the glass door, flicking his wand so they couldn't see them through the window (mainly for the kids' benefit).

Remus was sitting next to James and he leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Do you think she wants Dad to come play for them?" James heart fell. Of course she wanted to ask his dad. Harry was a fantastic Quidditch player and Katie knew him from school. They were old friends. Still, he thought it might have been him. He should have known that he was too young. "Yeah, probably."

The glass door opened again and they walked back in to finish lunch. Harry looked over at his son, who was barely touching his food anymore and inwardly chuckled.

The Woods left about ten minutes later for a meeting. Katie was trying to get the Firebolt company to sponsor the team. They said their goodbyes and apparated away. James turned upstairs to go sulk in his room but Harry grabbed his shoulder. "James, can you come here a minute?"

James followed his dad to the north side of the house and into his office. "Sit down James."

James sat in the chair in front of his dad's desk. Harry walked behind his chair to look at a picture on the wall. He took it down and sat in his chair. James just stared out the window, looking at a robin hopping around on the grass.

"This is picture was taken during my third year. We had just beaten Ravenclaw for the Quidditch Cup." James looked at the picture on the desk. He realized that he looked a lot like his father. His dad was being held up by his teammates. He was clutching the Snitch in one hand and taking the cup from Dumbledore in the other. He saw Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione running in to the picture with a lot of his parents' other school friends. He looked up at his father, "Why are you showing me this?"

He looked up at his father, who was smiling. "Because I expect the same thing from you, only with a World Cup." James' eyes widened. "Wait… wh-…how-…what?" James stammered.

His father smiled. "You know when Katie asked to talk to me outside?" James nodded. "She asked me if I thought you would be willing to come and play for the British National Quidditch team. They are having tryouts the next three days and she wants you to come. You would have to beat out the others trying out of course, but she doubts there will be anyone there you can't beat." James sat there with his mouth open. "I told her I would send her an owl tonight to tell her if you were interested or not." He pulled a piece of parchment and a quill out of his desk. "What would you like me to say?"

James sat there for three long seconds taking it in. "YES! Oh my gosh! Wait, she seriously wants me?" He didn't wait for his dad to answer. "Yes! Oh, I have to go tell the others. Yes! I'm going to be the best seeker at that tryout!" He jumped up, ran around the desk to hug his dad, who was laughing, then sprinted out of the room screaming at the top of his lungs, "ALBUS, REMUS, LILY! Guess what!" Harry smiled and scrawled a note to Katie.

Katie,

He said yes… many times. He is very excited for the opportunity. We'll be at the Hogwarts pitch at 8:30 tomorrow morning(you really need a new place to practice). See you then.

Love,

Harry