Hey everyone. This short little bit of family fluff was brought to you by Flying Lessons: Brooms assignment on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For this assignment I wrote for the Extra Credit task #13 which was to write about someone acquiring their first broom. I hope you all enjoy James's First Broom.

The sun shone bright the August day that James Sirius Potter got his first broom. It wasn't a new broom in fact it was more of a hand me down from his father's years at Hogwarts. It had seen much use before this day and once James saw what was behind his father's back he knew the broom would see much more use in the years to follow.

"What's that, Dad?" James asked spotting the broom handle over his father's shoulder. It looked like the one of the ones that he'd seen in many of Aunt Hermione's picture albums of her, Uncle Ron's, his mother, and his father's school years. Curiosity pique James tried to get a better look at the broom.

Knowing his son had been asking for a broom ever since he had gotten his first Hogwarts letter Harry smiled as he watched his son try to get a better look at the broom. "I wanted to give you this for your first year of Hogwarts," Harry told his son as he looked at James feeling great pride in the strong boy he'd helped Ginny raise. "I got my first broom during my first year too. It was given to me after my first flying lesson by Professor McGonagall." The memory of recieving the Nimbus 2000 that day after flying lessons played through Harry's mind. "It was one of my most favorite possessions until I got my Firebolt from..." He trailed at the memory of the man whose name he used for son's second name. "I hope it sees you through as many Quidditch games as it saw me through." Harry didn't add the 'and hard times' he had been thinking because he hoped against hope that his son's years at Hogwarts weren't as bad as his own had been.

"Is that your old broom?" James gaped at the handle behind Harry's back in awe.

"What this old thing?" Harry asked bringing the broom out from behind his back. "No. It's not my old broom. It's your new broom." He held it out to James a smile stretching across his face. "Why don't we take her out for a fly?"

"Really, Dad?" James asked excitedly.

"Really." Harry smiled as he watched James tear into the house to tell his mother that he and his father were going to go on a short flight. He hoped James got as much happiness out of flight and Quidditch as he did.

I hope you all enjoyed James's First Broom.