It started out as a normal day for James Fleamont Potter. He lounged around at home eating baked goods and practicing quidditch. But the day had only just begun. For there was a pained teenaged boy on his doorstep. Reaching out for the bell. James Potters day was about to turn way, way around.
(Story prompt by @smollest-bean)
(The other chapters will be longer)
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Story Prompts, Written, by Smollest-Bean
General FictionThis is me. I'm writing my own versions of my story Prompts. You can check out my story prompts, they're pretty cool. You can even use them! As long as you give credit.
