Chapter 1- James' POV

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James’s POV

       

              “JAMES!” I woke up with a start, as I heard my little sister’s voice, as she hit me with a pillow. “JAMES! WAKE UP!”

               I opened one eye, and I saw Lily looking over me, with her Slytherin robe on. “Lily frog! Why did you get me up so late?!” I asked her, as I looked over at a clock. “UGH. It’s 9:10”

                I got out of bed, and I slowly got out of the bed. I looked at Lily, as she ran out of the room. I changed my top, and pants, and I looked at the mirror on the other side of my room. I smiled weakly at my ‘messy hair’ style, and started practicing some smooth talk. ;) “Hey pretty. Are you from Tennessee? ‘Cause you’re the only ten, I see.” I winked at my reflection, and smoothed my hair back.

               “Really James? No girl is going to fall for your weirdness and dumb pick up lines.” A voice said, making me jump back, in shock. I looked at the entrance of my door to see Albus looking at me, and his glasses slid down on his face.

                 “Really Albus? No girl is going to fall for your nerdy-ness.”  I replied to my little brother, he rolled his eyes, and left. I quickly grabbed my little bag, and headed down stairs. I ran past the living room, and into the kitchen. Lily, Albus, and dad were out of the door, and heading into the car.

                  I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a cookie, and headed out as my mum stopped me. “James Sirius Potter! Will you stop eating and listen to me?” Mum looked down at the cookie I took, and shook her head.

                  “Y-yes. Of course mum.” I slowly put the cookie back, and looked at mum, who looked at me, meaningfully.

                  “You need to get up earlier so you don’t miss breakfast.” She handed me a granola bar, and headed out the door. “Oh, and James, don’t forget your stuff from Diagon Alley.”

                   I started un-wrapping the bar, then stopped as she reminded me of my books. “I’ll be out soon, mum.” I ran upstairs, and into my room. I quickly grabbed my books, and slid them into my bag, then headed out.

                I went downstairs, and past the living room, kitchen, and opened the outside door. I ran into the huge black van, and opened the door. Lily and Albus sat next to each other in the back, and I sat in the one of the middle seats.

                 “I was beginning to worry about you, James.” My dad commented, as he started the car. I throw my bag into the other open seat in the middle, and sighed.

                  Before I could respond, Lily burst out into laughter. “He was late because Al told me he was sweet talking to himself in the mirror.”

                    Al, mum, and Lily giggled to themselves, while my dad held back a chuckle. “That seems very… er…… Interesting, James.” Dad said, as he drove the car out of our drive way.

                     I shot a deadly look at Lily and Al, and I looked forward. “Never mind that.” My face lit up, as I remembered where we were going. “Are we going to see Uncle Fred and Aunt Angelina? I mean, Fred!”

                      Mum sat quietly, and I quickly regret saying Fred. Dad, slowly looked through the rear window to look at me. “Um. I don’t see why not, James.”

                        I looked over at Albus and Lily. They had their heads hung down, and they didn’t say anything. “Um… Good. What about Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron?” I asked, trying to cheer everyone up.

                         I personally never met Uncle Fred, because he died before I was born, but I do know that it is a sensitive topic around Mum. It’s so bad, when we are around Uncle George, I must ask to see his son, not his real name.

                           “They’ll be there with Rose and Hugo.” My mum eventually said, looking out her passenger window. “And Roxanne with her brother, and Uncle George, and Aunt Angelina……”

                             “T-That’s good….” Albus finally spoke up, but when I looked back, he had his head down, and he held his book close to himself. I sighed again, and looked down, with them.

                                 

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