Hello good people of earth, I must say something. I do not own Harry Potter. It is all J.K. Rowling's amazing masterpiece.
Now with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy XD.

Chapter One: Leaving and Arriving

James opened his eyes with apprehension and was greeted with the sight of a maroon coloured locomotive, partially covered by the mill of students and parents. To say he was excited would've been the understatement of the year. He'd heard all about Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from his father and he was more than happy to start his magical training. James looked away from the train and continued following his parents towards a door to the train near the end.

"Are you nervous sweetheart?" Mrs. Potter said.

"Not in the least." He grinned, eyes shining.

"You'll write us right? Jules will be perfecting happy to fly you our letters."

"Ah mum, number one, Jules is really old, and enjoys sleep just a little bit more than normal, and number two, don't say that in front of people." James said, gesturing towards the two third years who were helping to lift his trunk onto the train. Mr. Potter let out a chuckle.

"Oh, come on James, we know you love us very much," James' father said while pinching his cheeks, "now, quit giving your mother a heart attack and just say you love her too. She's looking forward to your letters." James rolled his eyes at this.

"Okay mum, I love you too." And he gave her a life crushing hug while his mom hugged back with one arm and attempted to smooth James' unruly hair with the other. He was about to complain when the sound of the train whistle had cut him off.

"Bye mum and dad," James said as he ruffled his hair with his hand, he quite liked the style. After his parents said their goodbyes, He finally boarded the train.

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"May I?" James asked, as he stood in the doorway of a compartment. In it sat only one boy, who looked to be the same age as James. He had black hair, like James, only his were a bit longer, and much tidier. He had on muggle jeans and a black t-shirt both of which were a bit raggedy, and that contradicted the carefree smile that lit up his face when he saw James.

"Sure, I don't mind." The boy said, and with that James walked in and sat down across from him.

"I'm James." James declared.

"I'm Sirius, nice to meet you." The serious boy had said.

"Oh, then I guess meeting you was seriously nice as well." James said slightly confused. The serious boy laughed. Now James was really confused.

"Oh, no my name is Sirius, S-I-R-I-U-S," The Sirius, non-serious boy explained, "Kind of confusing I know."

"Nah, I think it's cool." James said smiling, which made Sirius smile back.

A moment of silence followed, both boys turning to look outside to enjoy the view, they were finally out of the tunnel which had been getting rather boring.

"So, are you excited for Hogwarts or what?" James spoke.

"By that, I hope you mean the food." Sirius smirked. James could totally understand. When he was younger, his father had always talked about Hogwarts, the classes, the teachers, the houses, but James had always went back to the appearing and disappearing food of the Great Hall.

It wasn't long after James had nodded, before an animated discussion broke out about the assortment of treats they were likely to find for their beginning of the school year feast. James was so into it that he barely noticed a red haired girl come into the compartment and take a seat beside him. Neither did he notice a thin, greasy haired boy sit beside Sirius and start talking to the girl. Sirius and James had just began their conversation about pumpkin juice when he heard the boy say, "you'd better be in Slytherin".

With that, James stopped his conversation with Sirius and turned, quite alarmingly to look at the greasy haired kid. To Sirius he said, "who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"
If expecting a smirk, James did not receive one. Instead, Sirius expression turned impassive.

"My whole family have been in Slytherin." Sirius said solemnly.

"Blimey, and I thought you seemed alright!" James joked.

Sirius grinned.

"Maybe I'll break the tradition. Where are you heading, if you've got the choice?"

I lifted up an invisible sword pretending it was that of Godric Gryffindor's. The sword that seemed apparent in most of Mr. Potter's stories. Sirius' face contorted into a smirk.

Suddenly, a small snort was heard from the seat across from James. It was the same boy who thought being in Slytherin was the best idea. James turned towards him.

"Got a problem with that?" James asked.

"No," said the boy, though his slight sneer said otherwise. "If you'd rather be brawny than brainy."

"Where're you hoping to go, seeing as you're neither?" interjected Sirius. He seemed to take the boy's insult to his new found friend personally.
James roared with laughter.

The girl, who'd been here this whole time stood up, rather flushed and looked back and forth from James to Sirius with dislike.

"Come on Severus, let's find another compartment." She said.

"Oooooo..." James said, smirking.

"Come on Severus, let's find another compartment." Sirius imitated her lofty voice. As James tried to trip the boy on his way out.

"See ya, Snivellus." Sirius called out as the the door shut. And with that, the two boys burst into laughter.

"Did you see his face?" Sirius asked. "It was red as a tomato."

"Oh, no, it was worse, it was as red as her hair. Thought that it'd burst into flames with her anger." James corrected.

"Right?" Sirius said in agreement.

A slight swoosh sound signalled that the compartment doors were open once again. This time however, it wasn't Snape or the red haired girl. It was a brown haired lad who looked a little shabby, a little frail, but still fairly handsome.

"Hello, may I come in?" He said. James and Sirius looked at each other but didn't say anything. The burning question in both their minds were, why did this boy decide to come here in the middle of the train ride. Did he get kicked out of his old compartment? Had he disliked his previous cabin mates? The answer was simply unknown as he sat beside James and introduced himself as Remus.

"Hi Remus, I'm James, and that's Sirius." James said, "Confusing name I know."

Remus smiled.

"So, are you excited for any subjects at school?"

"Yeah, transfiguration seems cool."

"I heard the teacher's a little strict though" Sirius said, taking full advantage of having a seat all to himself by turning and resting his feet in front of him.

"Oh, you know what I'm excited for?" James started, suddenly, very interested, "quidditch."

"But that's not until second year." Remus said.

"Yeah, but, maybe during one of our flying lessons, Madam Hooch might see me fly so well, she'll let me be an exception." James leaned back into his seat.

"Yeah, you'll have a chance, like the chance of ol' red head confessing her love to you." Sirius said just before he dissolved into laughter.

"Who's he talking about." Remus asked, clearly confused.

"Nevermind." James said indignantly. Remus was glad when a trolley pulled up in front of their compartment and the nice old lady pushing it opened the doors.

"Would any of you dears like anything from the snack trolley?"

"Oh, yes please." Said all three boys.

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"Firs' years! Firs' years over here! C'mon now, don' be shy." A great booming voice spoke. James looked toward the owner of the disembodied voice. A tall figure appeared in he's line of vision. He had a scraggly brown hair and beard that seemed to house several bread crumbs. Despite his huge outward appearance, he seemed like a person James could be friends with.

"Watch yer step."

All the first years followed the giant man and soon started slipping and stumbling through a what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. After a while the man called out again. "Ye' all get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec, jus' round this bend here".

There was a loud "Oooooh!" As everybody got their peek at the place where they would spend the majority of their next 7 years. The path had opened suddenly to a huge dark lake. Across, perched on top of a mountain, was the very school that James had heard about so much. A small flutter appeared in his stomach. This was it. He'd finally be arriving at Hogwarts.

"No more'n four to a boat." Called Hagrid, who pointed to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore.

James, Sirius and Remus all exchanged looks of excitement and ran over to the fleet to claim a boat. After Remus and Sirius were in and James was about to climb in, he'd heard a small whimper. Curious, he turned around to find a small, sort of pudgy boy sniffling.

"Hey, are you okay?" James asked.

"Yes, no, I mean...nobody wants me in their boat." The guy said. James started to feel a little sorry. He wanted to help this kid, then he remembered something.

"What's your name?"

"It's Peter."

"Well, Peter, my name's James. And I seemed to have remember that the limit was four to boat, and mine only has three. You want to come?"

"Really?"

"Yeah sure, my friends won't mind." James said and immediately he felt better. Peter's face seemed to lit up like a child's on christmas. James lead Peter toward his boat and introduced him to the rest of the gang.

"Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. "Right then - FORWARD!" No one said a word as the fleet of boats moved off at once. Everyone seemed to be fixated on silhouette of the castle and the bright, twinkly lights of it's windows. James knew that this year would be a great year.