Right in Front of Me

change - year 1

Because these things will change
Can you feel it now?
These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down
It's a revolution, the time will come
For us to finally win
And we'll sing hallelujah, we'll sing hallelujah

Harry could barely sleep. His mind was churning with all the possibilities of what tomorrow is going to bring. Tomorrow marks his first day of his first year at Hogwarts. He's been preparing for this day since the minute he knew what Hogwarts even was. His mum had been prepping him for the past few weeks and his dad was, of course, telling him that he can't wait until Harry is in his second year so that he can be on the Quidditch team like he was.

James Quidditch isn't the most important thing, his schooling is!

Don't listen to her Harry, Quidditch is everything!

James!

Lily!

Harry got up from bed and walked to his kitchen. His body was jittering so much and there was no way he was getting much sleep tonight anyway. It was half past five already, he'd have to be awake soon enough. He got a glass of water and sat down at his kitchen table. What if I don't make good grades? Harry thought. Will mum be disappointed? What if I don't make the Quidditch team next term? Will dad hate me? Harry knew these were silly things to think about. Of course his parents will love him no matter what, but sometimes 11 year-olds are prone to think silly thoughts, especially because sometimes they didn't seem so silly and they seemed scary instead. Harry heard a noise behind him and he turned to find his dad coming around the corner to the kitchen.

"I thought I heard something. Harry, what are you doing up? You have a big day tomorrow, love." His dad said, sitting down beside him at the table. Harry looked up at him.

"Couldn't sleep." He replied simply, taking a drink of his water.

"Are you worried?" James asked him, gripping his hand that was free from his glass. Harry blinked away tears. What am I crying for? He thought. Stop being a big baby.

"I... I guess." He said, feeling small. It was easy to feel small next to his dad. He was never scared of anything, he had the biggest personality, he was very well-loved by anyone who knew him. Of course Harry knew that he was well-known in the Wizarding World, his parents have well prepared him for that. But that doesn't guarantee that things will be easy for him.

"You'll do just fine, Harry. I know you will." James said reassuringly. He took Harry's hand in his own.

"How do you know for sure though, dad? I mean... what if I go and muck everything up?"

"You won't. And even if you do, that's Ok. Do you know how many things I mucked up at school? If it weren't for your mum I would be dead in a ditch somewhere." Harry cracked a smile at that. "And I know you're going to be amazing because as much as you have my crazy hair and goofy smile, you have your mother's everything else. Her eyes, her wit and her brain. Plus Mum and Uncle Moony will be there to help you out if you need anything." Harry smiled brightly at his dad and then blushed a bit.

"You make me sound a whole lot cooler than I actually am, dad." Harry said.

"Absolutely not! You're a rock-star Harry James Potter. And don't you forget it." James said, ruffling his hair. "You have great friends who will be by your side as you go into Hogwarts. And plus, you're famous. If anyone gives you trouble, whip that scar out." James said, winking at him.

"Dad! I'm not going to whip my scar out. It's horrid anyhow. Draco always says it makes me look cool though." Harry said, blushing some more.

"Well Draco is a smart lad, haven't I always said that? Plus you'll probably get loads of dates cause you're so famous."