Hogwarts for the Marauders

Chapter 4 The invisibility Cloak

James Potter flew higher and higher in the sky, chasing the snitch in front of him. From up here, he could see the whole town of Godric's Hollow and it seemed beautiful. Just a few miles away, James could see the graveyard, which fills up with snow every Christmas. Behind the Potter villa, as far as the eye could see, stretched the vast expanses of forest. The snitch was now just a few centimetres away from James fingers, when Euphemia Potter's high pitched voice caused him to land down haphazardly.

"JAMES!  I want you down here, this instant!"

"Comin', mum." James said, jogging into his house.

Today was an exceptionally uneventful day for James Fleamont Potter, whose each and every day couldn't pass by without atleast one prank followed by hours of scolding. This lazy Sunday afternoon, while James busied himself with his new broomstick, his father, Fleamont Potter or like he was called by everyone, Charlus, worked on improving his newly launched potion for hair.

Meanwhile, ignorant of all these, Euphemia, had took it upon herself to cook enough treats and pasties for James to take to Hogwarts that he can actually feed the whole school. Thus, as soon as James entered the house, he was hit with the delicious smell of apple pudding and his favourite raspberry cookies.

"James, have a look at your supplies. I think I got everything. But, just in case, check it all out. If anything's missing, we could still make a trip to the Alley."

James excitedly grabbed his school supplies list and rechecked everything. New robes, check. New Quidditch gear, check. New books, check. Quills, parchment, colour changing ink, check. Cauldron, telescope, vials, check. Everything was there. The first years were also allowed owls, toads or cats. But as much as James wished to take their house cat, Lewis with him, he knew his dad would miss the little furball a lot.

But sudden screeching turned his attention towards the large brown owl sitting on far end of table in a silver cage.

"Is this for me?"

"Isn't this the one you wanted at the Alley last week?" His mother asked, peeping from the kitchen.

"Yes, mum. He's brilliant!"

"Oh, my, my. You just hurt her feelings, Jamesie. It's a girl." Euphemia giggled.

"A girl? So what shall I name her?" James climbed the kitchen counter, pulled his round ebony spectacles down on the tip of his nose, and pretended to be thinking.

"Umm, how about, Ruth?" His mother suggested.

"No, I know!" James hopped from the counter, went to his owl on the table. It was a large Boreal owl, with amber eyes and brown feathers freckled with black spots.

"I will call her Speckles!"

"Speckles it is then."

He gathered his things and took them upstairs. He out his things down in his trunk and lay down on his four poster bed.

He knew he would get the owl. He had to. It was one of the perks of being the only child. James was a well pampered child. His wishes and demands were always fulfilled within the peak of minutes. And like all other wizarding families, James was well aware of his abilities. His mother had taught him the basics of magic and he would try and do it using his father's wand.

But now James had his own wand. His own, 11" Mahogany, pliable wand. Just yesterday, James had visited the Diagon Alley with his father as he went to sell his Sleakeazy Hair Potion. And so today, he stayed back while his mother went shopping for the school supplies after the acceptance letter arrived in the morning. The Diagon Alley was nothing new or fascinating to James anymore. He had seen it since he was practically born. He even had his very own broom, which was something to be proud of even if you were born in a wizarding family. And above all, he had the latest and the fastest broom in the market, the Comet 140.