(Possibly Discontinuing) A Second James that Found his Lily (HarryPotterxReader)

~Hogwarts Letter~

I woke up on a curb on the side of the road.

I looked around confused until having the thoughts of last night come back to me.

I couldn't believe that my parents would actually kick me out of the house, and.... there was something else. I couldn't quite remember what it was.

I look around on the signs and roads trying to identify where I might've turned out.

People pass by me, giving me weird looks on what a 10 year ol-

Wait, today's my birthday!

That means that today I'm 11. And as my present I guess I get kicked out of the house. Happy Birthday to me.

Anyway, as I was saying, people gave me weird looks on what an 11 year old is doing on the side of the road with nothing but a journal.

I can't believe it, they packed my stuff for me and left nothing but my journal with me??

I grabbed the journal and started flipping through the pages seeing if they did anything to it.

Something weird shows though, this isn't my journal. It seems that this isn't even my journal, and that this journal belongs to someone.....

Tom Marvelo Riddle.

That name sounds familiar, I think I remember hearing my Father and Mom talking about someone like that to a couple of their friends. At the end of the journal I see a very nice note from my Father. Hint the sarcasm:

Y/n,

I can't believe you.

You made me look bad in front of the Malfoys, you never were grateful for what you had, you always talked out of turn and didn't show any respect to the L/n's family. I found your journal, I burned it in the fire. It's pretty pathetic.

Don't come back.

Good luck,

D/n

By the time I was done reading the letter, it was covered in tears. I can't believe it, all the writing I did, talking about how I wish to go to Hogwarts, all my dreams I have, all for it to be gone.

I look at the journal that they left me with, I tried tearing it, stomping on it, throwing it. Ignoring the looks of people thinking I'm going insane.

I slouched down on a pillar and start crying my eyes out.

What am I going to do? I'm homeless, with nowhere to go, my Father made it really clear that I'm not welcome home anymore. I look around me but it's hard to see through the tears in my eyes.

I spot the journal and since it seems like the only thing I have, I grab it and look at it. I can't even write in it since I don't have a pen or quill or anything.

I look up at the sky, and see something big and white flying towards me.

Everything is still blurry due to the fact that my eyes are still teary.

I quickly wipe my eyes so I can try to make out what it is in the sky, is that..... is that an owl?

Dear Salazar Slytherin it is! This might be the time where I go to Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry! I see it has something in it's beak, and it's flying right towards me, I think this is it!

It flies right towards me and drops the letter, I immediately snatch it and rip it open as if my life depends on it. Which it probably does as I'm homeless now.

To: Mrs. Y/n L/n

Outside The Ivy Restaurant

1-5 West Street,