This story is dedicated to Official Scroll Keeper. Arianna Epiphany Knowlden was created by her, I'm merely borrowing her for the time being. Thank you so much OSK! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize. Nor am I J.K Rowling. James Sirius Potter belongs to her.

"Passion rebuilds the world for the youth. It makes all things alive and significant." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

First Impressions, First year—

Arianna was trying to find an empty compartment, while avoiding the huge seventh years, and scary looking sixth years when she saw a boy with raven black hair stop. She could have sworn he was also a first year, but with his height it was hard to tell.

"Excuse me," Arianna said quietly, trying to step around the boy's lanky frame. His deep brown eyes took her in, and she saw him grin lopsidedly.

"Hey! Look at you, you're so tiny!" exclaimed the boy unintelligibly, "Fred come here. Would you look at her? She looks like the size of Lily!"

Arianna didn't say anything to the boy. It was obvious that he was talking about her shortness. As a first year, she was about 4 feet, 6 inches.

"Excuse me," Arianna pronounced a bit louder, but now there was another boy blocking her path. This boy had a mischievous gleam in his brown eyes, and his auburn hair stuck up in all directions. He clapped his friend, the raven-haired boy, on the back.

"Blimey! She's so tiny!" the new boy proclaimed. He looked at her speculatively. "Are you sure you're supposed to be here? You have to be eleven to go to Hogwarts." He raised an eyebrow.

"I am eleven, now could you please move?" Arianna said stiffly. She was used to being made fun of her size, but she thought that eleven year olds wouldn't care.

"Oi!" yelled a shriller voice. Arianna turned to see a girl with electric blue eyes, and blonde hair storm up beside her. "You're blocking the way."

The redheaded boy, whom Arianna guessed was Fred, backed up slowly while holding his hands up as if in surrender. The other boy with black hair, who had first noticed Arianna, stared at her with a penetrating gaze.

"What's your name?" he questioned quickly. For some reason Arianna gave him this information without any hesitation.

"Alright, alright, now that we're done meeting each other can you guys move up? You're crowding the entire corridor," commented the blond girl impatiently.

The black haired boy gave Arianna one more crooked smile before disappearing into a compartment.

"Merlin, I didn't realize how slow these boys were at this school," commented the blond girl. She stopped in the middle of the corridor when she realized Arianna wasn't following her, and she called out over her shoulder, "Reckon we can find an empty compartment?"

Arianna was shocked that anyone wanted to sit with her.

"Yeah, sure," Arianna said, hurrying to catch up, "I'm Arianna Knowlden. What's your name?"

The blond girl smiled bashfully and replied, "Claire Boot."

Arianna held out her hand and shook Claire's hand—firmly cementing what would become a strong friendship.

The two girls found an empty compartment together and they talked through the entire train ride.

First Names, First year —

With tired eyes, Arianna managed to find the Great Hall and quickly sat down at the Gryffindor table. She was very happy that she got sorted into the house, and was welcomed warmly by her peers. It was, after all, the same house Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter got sorted into.

Speaking of Harry Potter, Arianna also realized last night that James, the black haired boy on the train, was indeed Harry Potter's son. Plus Fred, the redheaded boy, was both James' cousin and a Weasley. How stupid it was of her to not recognize the boy on the train...

" 'Lo Claire," Arianna greeted while yawning widely. The blond haired girl nodded languidly, and continued to eat her cereal. Yesterday night the two girls were delighted to see that they were roommates. They spent the rest of the night talking to one another and also to their other roommate, Olivia Roth. Their room seemed to be a special case since they only had 3 girls in one room.

"Hey everybody!" greeted Olivia squeezing beside Arianna. She was probably the only happy person at the table at the moment.

Several boys turned to stare at her as she ate her breakfast, and tossed her long chocolate hair over her shoulders. Whether Olivia knew it or not, she caught people's attention immediately.

"How can you be so cheery in the morning Liv?" asked Claire tiredly, looking up from the empty plate she was currently using as a pillow.

"I dunno, I just really like mornings. It's the beginning of the day, there are so many possibilities. So much that can happen in the coming day—" Olivia stopped when she noticed Claire's glazed look.

"It's to bright and too early," groaned Claire, clapping a hand over her eyes dramatically.

Arianna giggled and reached for her cup of milk. She nearly choked when she saw James Potter swaggering towards her importantly.

"Oh it's him again," Arianna commented, raising her eyebrow. Olivia caught her comment and turned to look at James who was smirking by now.

"Hm...Potter seems to be really interested in you, Ari," Claire remarked teasingly.

James was right by them now, and he leaned towards Arianna. He was clutching a timetable in his hand.

"I somehow got your schedule by accident," Potter announced. Arianna scrutinized his cute face for a moment, wondering if it was really an accident or not.

"By the way you failed to tell me your middle name Arianna," Potter continued, while rocking on the balls of his feet. Arianna's green eyes widened in surprise; no one knew her middle name besides her parents.

"Oh you don't have to look so surprised and shocked. I'll keep your secret safe," James winked. Leaning in to hand Arianna her schedule he softly whispered, "Epiphany."

By now, Arianna's mouth was gaping open but still she did not say a word.

James began walking away when suddenly he called over his shoulder, "Bye Piff!"

Arianna gave a gasp of surprise when she realized that he was addressing her.

What she didn't know was that James would be calling her that a lot.

First Tryouts, Second year—

Two chaser. Two beaters.

That's all the players they needed for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. Yet somehow, there were still 15 participants ready to fly.

Arianna was beyond nervous, but at the same time she was excited for the challenge of the other participants. She had never flown in front of anyone besides her parents, so it would be a new experience for her.

Thomas, the 5th year Quidditch captain, eyed the participants critically before speaking in a deep baritone voice that rumbled loudly without the use of a Sonorous charm.

"I want all fifteen of you to go three laps around the pitch as fast as you can. If I see anyone cutting corners you will immediately be asked to leave. Go!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Arianna mounted her Supernova broom and got a good head start on the other 12 contestants.

The other two contestants that had caught up with her wore equally devilish smiles.

"Well would you look at that? I didn't know Piff wanted to join the Quidditch team," James Potter acknowledged with a grin. He hunched his body closer to his broom, quickly gaining speed, and Arianna threw herself lower on her broom— desperately trying to catch up.

Her lightness proved useful, and she was neck and neck with the arrogant git.

The other boy, Fred Weasley, came up on Arianna's other side, staring at her with curiosity.

"What position do you expect to play with your small form huh, Knowlden?" Fred questioned. He wasn't trying to be mean—he was genuinely curious.

After all, Arianna was only 4'7 in her second year.

Without bothering to answer to either of them, Arianna urged her Supernova to go faster. Turning sharply, she flew against the wind which made her green eyes water. Wavy strands of her black hair tickled her cheeks as she raced around the pitch.

The bottom of her stomach lurched as she angled her broom to take another sharp turn.

Her face felt numb and it started to thaw as Ari's body heated up. It was a chilly September day, but at the moment she was thankful for the bitter weather.

Finally she managed to complete the 3 required laps. By the end of it Arianna was tied with Potter who looked windswept and slightly annoyed. About 6 people were asked to leave after that one exercise.

Raising his eyebrows, Potter stated, "I may have underestimated you, Piff."

Before she could say a word to him Thomas bellowed, "Beaters over her. Chaser over there!"

Still panting heavily from her race around the pitch, Ari made her way over to the group of beaters. She picked up one of the bats in her gloved hand and weighed it experimentally.

It was slightly heavier than her dad's old dented bat, but it was nothing she couldn't handle.

"What are you doing here Knowlden?" questioned Fred who nearly made her drop the bat on her foot.

"Same thing you are," Arianna finally answered while turning to face Fred's surprised expression.

"Oi! Quit talking back there!" scolded Thomas who was surveying the group intensely. His gaze landed on Arianna, and he glanced at his clipboard before raising his eyebrows at her. She was the only petite girl in a group of large burly boys.

"Alright let's go!"

With a bat in her hand, Arianna nervously clambered onto her Supernova, and drifted behind Thomas.

In the air they hovered into a long row where Arianna eyed her competition. There were 3 guys including Arianna. One was a boy with bleached blond hair with an expression that suggested that he constantly smelled a troll.

Another boy was muscular and Arianna could tell he was a third year—a tough competitor to beat. He had brown spiky hair and wore a self-important smile—almost as if he already got the Beater position. He caught her stare and winked at her smugly, causing her to blush.

Then there was Fred who looked as nauseous as she felt.

"I've taken the bewitchment off these bludgers, and I'm going to through them to each of you. You are to hit each of them directly back at me," explained Thomas.

Arianna raised her heavy bat into position, and she wrapped her small fingers firmly around the handle to keep her from shaking too badly. She willed herself to keep calm, and focus on Thomas' hands.

Immediately he started to throw the bludger to each of them—quickly and speedily.

She saw the position of his hands move rather than the bludger itself before she pulled her right arm to hit it.

She swung the bat hard with all her force, and it made a satisfying crack before sailing directly into Thomas' gut. He pulled it into his stomach with a small "oof".

His eyes widened at Arianna, but he kept passing it to each player. Once or twice someone would fumble, and Thomas would have to lunge to catch it again.

Arianna continued to hit the bludger forcefully, and she soon got into the rhythm of the passes. The other competitors played well, but they all had glaring flaws. The boy with the brown hair had terrible aim, and the boy with the blonde hair didn't put a lot of force behind his swings. Fred, however, was pretty good.

After a while Thomas called the group to a halt and they flew back down to the pitch. Sweat was everywhere, and she was sure that she stank like stale milk. Touching the ground gracefully, Arianna shouldered her Supernova, and stared at Thomas expectantly.

"All of you played really well today. However only a select few of you will be allowed to play. Don't be discouraged if you didn't make it this year, there's always next year. The results of the tryouts will be posted in the Quidditch common room next week. You're dismissed," Thomas finished, while giving all of them a faint smile.

He seemed to think better of it, and turned around to discuss with some other members of the Quidditch team, that were already on the team. Despite the rules to try all of the positions, it was obvious that the original players would be kept since they were all so talented.

Nursing her sore arm and rough hands, Arianna walked back to the locker room.

"Nice flying Arianna," Potter complimented, coming up besides her.

Before she could thank him politely, he raced ahead to where Fred was walking.

From what she had seen of James so far, Arianna was slightly shocked that Potter had the decency to compliment anyone—much less her.

But there's a first for everything, right? Arianna thought dazedly. Including the way she shivered when James said her full name...

A/N: Yay! It's up! It's up! My newest fic. I can't wait for you guys to get to know these characters better! It's going to be awesome. Also, if you're wondering this will be a series of loosely connected one-shots :) Stay tuned, and most importantly: PLEASE review :D Thanks!