Disclaimer: I own nothing though I wish. Though, I do own Holly and Calhoun. They are mine.

A/N (7-27-07): Some edits had been made to this story. I changed some things after what JK Rowling has said recently in interviews and after I did some calculations of age. Mainly, added Teddy! Because he should still be there with James and a few other little changes.

And it's now going to be a collection of short stories about James' years at Hogwarts because it's just to fun to pass up.

Oh, and Deathly Hallows spoilers people!

At Hogwarts Again
Abbie Haven Snape

James Sirius Potter stood with the rest of the first years inside the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts. The school had been restored to its normal glory just a year after the final battle in which his father had finished Lord Voldemort. The battle that had taken place where they all were about to walk into.

He was rather proud to be his father's son. His mother's son too actually. They had both fought against the Dark Lord and won. Besides, it gave him bragging rights. His father defeated the worst of the evil wizards there was.

"Follow me," said McGonagall, leading the group of children toward the Great Hall. James began to get worried. His parents had told him that it wouldn't matter what house he was in. However, he was a smart boy. Everyone on his mother side had been in Gryffindor. His father, grandmother, and everyone on his grandfather's side had been in Gryffindor. Not to mention the man his middle name came from was in Gryffindor as well. He knew he was suppose to be in Gryffindor.

As they passed the Gryffindor, he gave a small smile to his cousin Victoire and god brother Ted Lupin. She gave him a smile while Ted gave him a wink as he passed, heading to the front.

He noticed a lot of the students looking up at the enchanted ceiling, completely amazed by it. He, on the other hand, wasn't surprised or amazed by it. He had read about it in Hogwarts, A History. His Aunt Hermione made him read it before he came to Hogwarts. His father actually agreed with her that he should read it! All he said was that he was glad Hermione read while they were at school or he would have been royally screwed.

Glancing up at the Head Table, he noticed a lot of familiar faces up there. He noticed Neville, who he could hardly refer to as Professor Longbottom without a smile. He had known Professor Longbottom since the day he was born. Having him as a Professor just was funny to him. Then there was Hagrid, who was smiling at him. Some of the other professor's he had seen. He had seen a lot of wizards coming up to his father over the years. He found it cool when he was young but now he found it rather annoying to know that everyone in the entire wizarding world knew who his father was as well as his siblings and him.

He didn't even jump as the old, battered, sorting hat began to sing about Hogwarts and the four different houses. Of course Gryffindor was for the brave. Look at who had been in that house. There was only two people he could think of that could have fitted into that house if they wanted to. One being Luna Lovegood. Out of all of his parents' friends, Luna was his favorite. She was crazy and a total hoot. She could have been a Gryffindor but fit nicely in with the Ravenclaws'. The last person was Severus Snape. He heard stories about the man. His younger brother was named for him, Albus Severus. His father had more respect for the two men Albus was named after than anyone else.

However, he knew who he was named after. Packed away in his trunk held the Invisibility Cloak that has worked well in the past for his father and his grandfather. It was his time to use it well.

"When I call your name, you will come up here, sit down, and place the Sorting Hat on your head. Once it has sorted you, you will go and join your House.

"Blankenship, Catherine!"

James watched as a small, blond haired girl made her way through the students up to the sorting hat. She placed it on her head and after a few seconds the hat yelled, "RAVENCLAW!"

One by one, the students began to get sorted. He knew some of there last names but didn't know any of them. He had been homed school and the only people he played with were his brother, sister, cousins Rose, Hugo, and Victoire. He didn't mind it too much until now.

"Panning, Levi!" yelled McGonagall and the name got James' attention. Not because he had heard of the name. Because he knew Potter probably was next.


The Slytherin table clapped and yelled for their newest addition. James looked at McGonagall who was staring at the parchment in her hands. He could almost see what she was thinking and a small smirk began to appear on his face.

"Potter, James!"

He walked up, obvious to everyone looking at him. He smiled at the professor who just shook her head.

"Um…yes…yes…gifted, that is clear. Just like your father, difficult to sort. Like him, you should do well in Slytherin. But, alas, I must give into the Potter and Weasley line….GRYFFINDOR!"

James smiled out of relief, taking off the hat. Smiling at McGonagall again, he took his seat at the Gryffindor table.

Finally, the sorting was finished and McGonagall took her seat at the Head Table. Then Headmaster Archie Calhoun stoodup and the Great Hall fell silent. He was a rather young man to be Headmaster, the youngest in history, at the age of 42. He use to be professor of Potions until three years ago when he was the over all vote of the Ministry and of Hogwarts staff to become the new one.

"Let the feast begin!" he said and food appeared on the table. James looked at it, slightly caught off guard. That wasn't something he knew about. It didn't stop him from beginning to fill his plate full of food.

"James Potter…"

James froze, his drumstick midway to his mouth. He looked side to side to see who had said his name. Finally, Sir Nicholas came into view beside him.

"Nick, right?" he asked, sitting his food down.

"That is correct."

The other first years were scared of Sir Nicholas. James however smiled at him. "My father says hello. As well as my mother."

"Tell them hello when you write them. All the ghost are talking about you."

James' smile fell. "Why?"

"Well…you see…the last James Potter that was here caused more trouble than Peeves I must confess. Another James Potter, roaming the halls of Hogwarts again, give even us ghost the chills."

James just laughed. "Well, sadly, I must confess that you have nothing to worry with. For now. I do not have three other trouble makers ready to cause chaos all over Hogwarts yet. But I promise that you will be free from all, Nick."

"How kind of you."

Again, James laughed. Nick floated down the table to greet the older students as well as some of the new ones.

"Your reputation has already been set my dear cousin," said Victoire, leaning in on the table, smiling down at him, silvery blond hair covering some of her face.

"Reputation? Try expeditions."

"Ones, you will have no trouble full filling. Once Albie and Lily get here with you Jamie, Hogwarts will and forever shall be cursed with the Potters."

"And the Weasley clan."

"Brilliant combination if you ask me."

"You don't count. You're half French."


James smiled, nodding at her.

"Don't go pissing your cousin off first night James," said Teddy, baring his favorite shade of hair, turquoise.

"Not like it's the first time I have," he said, smirking.

"You are a brat."

"I learned from the best my dear god bro."

Smiling, he went back to eating his food when he felt someone's eyes on him. Glancing up, brown eyes meet brown eyes.

"That was rather mean of you," the girl sitting across from him with the most beautiful honey brown eyes he had ever seen said to him.

"She's my cousin. She knows I'm picking on her," he said, racking his brain to see if he remember her name from the sorting. "And he's practically my brother."

"If someone hadn't known that, they would consider you to be rude."

His dark brown eyes looked at her, taking in her eyes and the red hair she wore. From that moment, right then, he knew he had found the girl he wanted to marry.

"My apologies to you Miss…"

"Dovel. Holly Dovel."

"Miss Holly. If it helps…Vickie!" he yelled turning back to his right, getting his cousins attention.

"What?" she asked, turning to him.

"I'm sorry for calling you half French, even though you are. And for saying you don't count."

"Thanks Jamie. How kind of you," said Victoire, shaking her head, turning back to her friends.

"Teddy, sorry for…whatever."


James turned, smiling at Holly. "Does that suit you?"

"You are arrogant."

"If you didn't hear, I'm James Potter. It's in my blood to be arrogant. My name is cursed. It makes me who I am."

Holly glared at him before rolling her eyes and continuing to eat herself. James just smiled, plotting ways to get the girl in front of him to fall completely and hopeless in love with him…

Just like all other Potter men, who had thought the same and cursed red hair for centuries.