Operation: Live Up to Your Legends

The Start of Something New

A/N: This chapter will be shorter than others because it's a starter. Enjoy the chapter. Ages will be posted after chapter two.

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James Sirius certainly was nervous and everyone staring at him and his family wasn't helping his anxiety. James was usually a laid back kind of lad, like both of his namesakes, but he was starting his first year of school this year.

No, not that kind of school. This kind of school hasn't anything to do with arithmetic or any sciences. No, this school was a school of magic, one he had heard about since he was born.

Hogwarts.

It was a rather hectic morning. James was awoken in his room of the now larger Burrow by his dear Grandmum. Grandmum and Grandpa hadn't felt very good without all of their children and grandchildren under the same roof. She shined a bright light in his face and for a moment he thought he was dead. That is until she yelled at him to get up, fully awaking him, Albus, Fred, Louis, and Hugo. Only three of which had to go to Hogwarts. Their mums had picked out their muggle clothes and set them on each of their beds.

That was all they had to do. Everyone had had their trunks packed at least a month before school actually started. James and Fred II bounded down the long winding stair, eager for the famous Molly Weasley before-going-to-Hogwarts-and-leaving-them-all-for-a-whole-year breakfast. James had heard from Louis that Grandmum's famous breakfast did not compare to the bounty Hogwarts offered them daily.

The girls were already dressed and in their seats like usual. Only Victorie and James guessed Teddy were not going to be showing up any time soon. Uncle Ron was asleep with his head laying on the table and Aunt Hermione prodding him to wake up. His mum and dad were the most awake, beside Grandmum, and were happily stealing each other's food off each other's plates. Grandpa was most likely in his "office". Aunt Angelina was at the small telly watching Quidditch World Cup reruns; that's what James was the most excited about. Quidditch. He was going to be the best Chaser Hogwarts had ever seen.

Uncle George was fixing one of his new inventions from his prank store. James didn't see any other of his aunts and uncles. James plopped down next to his little sister, Lily, and began piling his plate up to the brink.

"So, James," his father said. "Are you nervous for your first year of Hogwarts?" James snorted into his milk, trying to hide his anxiety with his usual joking manner. "Course not." His mother smiled knowingly at him. Hugo and Albus and Louis tromped down the stair and took food from the table to the living room and sat on the couch.

"Oi, boys! If you get anything on the new rug I'll strung you up by your nostrils."

"Gran, I think it's 'ears'. It's 'I'll string you up by your ears'." Albus called. Grandmum sighed angrily and went back to checking all of their trunks.

"Well, I'm certainly ready for lessons to start." Rose piped up. Not looking up from her book, 'Hogwarts: A History'. Aunt Hermione grinned. Uncle Ron grimaced, rubbing his arm from his wife's poking. "Rosie, you get Slytherin or Hufflepuff, I swear, I'll disown you."

Hermione hit Ron with a large book. "Don't listen to him, sweetheart. What ever house you're in, we'll be proud of you." She said. Rosie laughed nervously.

"I heard they were allowing first years to tryout for Quidditch!" Aunt Angelina yelled from the telly (TV) room. Aunt Angelina was the new Quidditch instructor. "I'm guessing that was because of you, Harry."

Harry laughed. "I'm sure you'll be a great seeker, son. You come from a long line of 'em. Make sure you keep an eye on Hagrid, too."

"I'll try, Da." James was beginning to be even more nervous, if that was possible. James looked down at his breakfast and sighed when noticing it was all gone. He glared at Lily and she gave him a smirk, her brown eyes sparkling. Victorie and Teddy walked down the stairs, holding hands and blushing. Followed by an irritated Molly II and a giggling Lucy. "Father's already at the Ministry." Molly II grumbled.

From the entrance to the Burrow Grandmum shrieked. "We're off schedule! Everyone finish up! We should already be halfway there! Oh, where's Arthur?" Hermione gathered Rose and Hugo and their trunks and ran them outside to the car. She hated being late and would not allow her daughter to be late for the train, not like Harry and Ron were.

Ron got up lazily. "Blimey, 'Mione." He grabbed his coat and made his way outside followed by Harry.

Grandmum ushered everyone into the flying car and honked the horn for Grandpa Arthur to hurry up. It was a rather unpleasant fly to the train station. When they arrived, the Weasleys and Potters had gotten the last of the carts. Grandmum led them to Platform 9 3/4. "Over here, everyone. Platform 9 3/4!" A muggle pushed past her. "Oi" she yelled. "Muggles." She sighed. Ted and Victorie went first and then Molly II and Roxanne.

A boy with dark hair went up to Uncle Ron. "Er, sir?" Uncle Ron looked down at him. The boy pointed at the Platform. "How-how is it-how do you-"

Ron chuckled and glanced at Harry. "Get through the Platform?" The boy nodded. James could just see a bruise forming on his eye. "You're to run straight through, simple as that." Ron said. The boy smiled gratefully and glanced at James, Dominique, and Fred who were the last to go through the barrier. Before the boy went through, Harry called to him. "What's your name?"

The boy looked nervously at the ground.

"Jackson, sir, Percy Jackson." And he ran through the Platform wall.