The Magic Of Them [Jegulily]

First Year (1) - James

First Year Part 1 - James 

September 1st 1971

James Fleamont Potter didn't think he could feel any more alive than now. His skin buzzed with magic, this was it; he is off to Hogwarts. James stood surrounded by magical people. Sure, he'd been to Diagon Alley, even to the Ministry once or twice, but never had he been around this many magicals; all buzzing with magic, excitement and anxiety. James could see a tall blond, he assumed was a Malfoy, bossing some other first years around, a silver and green prefects badge pinned to his chest. Another student stood in a Gryffindor quidditch jumper; a scarlet captain's pin attached. His arm swung around a girl with short brown hair, saying something to a woman that James vaguely recognised as Augusta Longbottom. Further along the platform James watched a severe looking woman attempt to give some sort of a lecture to a black haired boy who seemed like he couldn't care less about what she was saying. Next to them James spotted a girl with waist length braids, eyes tear up as she kissed what James was assuming was her little sister on the forehead.

"Make sure you write at least once a week," Euphemia said bringing James' attention back,

"Really? I thought you'd be making me write twice a day," James replied genuinely shocked.

"Well, a mother can wish." Euphemia smiled, bringing James into a hug. The boarding whistle blew.

"You'd better get going, but promised you'll write" Fleamont said pulling James into another hug.

"Of course I'll write! What kind of person do you think you raised?" James joked, "I Love you," he said hugging his parents one last time before starting toward the train.

"I love you, too," both his parents replied as James stepped on the train.

Stepping on the train gave James the same exhilarating feeling as when he mounts his broom: ready to take on the world. His luggage had already been put away, so he walked down the aisle, sickles in his pocket jingling. He peered into every compartment, some filled with crying first years, others with older students who seemed to want to get all the first day frivolities out of the way. In one compartment sat a fidgeting first year with blonde hair, that had been cut seemingly in an salvage attempt on an unfortunate bowl cut. Watching the boy fidget, made James think to himself that; maybe it's best not to take on the world alone, and he entered the compartment.

"Hi! I'm James," He held out his hand to the boy, who looked back up at him with slight shock, but took his hand anyway,

"Peter, Peter Pettigrew." James shook his hand enthusiastically, smiling,

"Well Peter, do you mind if I sit here?" The boy shook his head gesturing for James to sit. One of the many things James is good at was, although not his favourite, was small talk. 

"Are you excited for Hogwarts?"

The boy looked back at him, still with slight confusion, but seemingly grateful for James' start to the conversation.

"Yeah, I've always wanted to go. It seems awesome: the big castle, black lake and the Great Hall's ceiling sounds incredible!" Peter replied.

"I've always wanted to see the Great Hall" James agreed before continuing, "and I can't wait for the quidditch pitch! But I'll definitely miss my parents.".

"Same, but it might be nice to have some independence, you know? Have some time without my mum knowing my every move,"

"Tell me about it!" The black-haired boy from the platform said, sauntering into the room, "Sirius Black," he said sticking his hand out to James. James recognised the last name immediately but shook his hand anyway,