August 31st
A boy born of love
James Potter leapt out of bed as the Flight of the Valkyries
swept through the suburban house at full volume. He quickly
pulled on some shorts and ran down the recently refurbished
staircase into the kitchen, looking for the culprit of his rude awakening.
He found the problem straight away, his father, Henry, was playing
with the just
brought stereo and had somehow maxed the volume.
“Dad what are you doing!” James yelled through the din. His dad
just looked at him and gestured to his ears and turned around to
continue playing with the radio. Henry was a wizard he worked in
the ministry of magic as a magic law enforcement officer. He knew
nothing about muggle products and neither had it turned out did his
son. James raced over to help his dad and only succeeded in turning
the station over to the rock channel and with iron maiden blurting
out at top volume James’s mum Andrea decided that enough was
enough and left her sanctuary in the dining room and strolled happily
over and pulled the plug.
Andrea Potter was muggle born and always tried to bring normality
into her husband and sons life, so far it was not going well. Andrea
always thought that Henry and James were exact copies of each other; both had
black spiky hair and brown eyes and were only smart when it suited
them. However
Andrea had never complained about this even though she was the
complete opposite.
James’s mother was calm, collected and nearly always reading it always baffled Henry and
James whom had only read four books between them on their own
accord.
The morning incident hadn't spoiled James’s mood however as he
was nearly bouncing at the thought of setting of tomorrow to go to
Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, he had been looking
forward to it ever since his dad had told him about the school that
would soon be his home for seven years. James would miss his
parents but he couldn't wait to get on the train the next day at
eleven in the morning and start his new life.
A boy born of money
“Sirius Black if you do not get your backside downstairs right
now I will pour freezing water over your head!” Morgana Black
yelled up the stairs to her eldest son’s room and returned to the
