A/N If you see any names you recognize, they're NOT MINE.

Beauxbatons Girl by AnnabethandPercy4Ever

My life has changed forever since I met her.

It started at the beginning of my fourth year. I, James Harry Potter, son of famous Quidditch player and wizarding hero, Harry Potter and Ginny Potter, was chatting with friends as the nervous first years trooped into the Great Hall. One being my brother, Albus Severus, of course. But something was not right: behind the little ten and eleven-year-olds was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, who looked to be about my age. She had long, curly blond hair.

The sorting began, but whispers infiltrated the Great Hall. After my brother and my cousin Rose were sorted into Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall, the ancient headmistress, announced, "Students of Hogwarts: lend me your ear. We have a wonderful announcement!" She beckoned the pretty girl to stand next to her and pointed to her while continuing, "Here I have Emma Spencer, a transfer student from Beauxbatons. This is a new thing and I hope all of you will be kind to our new fouth year." She placed the Sorting Hat on Emma's beautiful head.

"RAVENCLAW!" shouted the hat.

No one clapped except the teachers and some Ravenclaws beacuse we were all staring at her. She glared at us all, as if saying, "How dare you not clap for me!" I wasn't intimidated, however. I was used to the death glare from my cousin, Victoire. I flashed a quick smile in her direction, which triggered a surprised look from her. After she sat down, however, she smiled back.

I couldn't concentrate throughout the next month or two. We had most classes with the Ravenclaws and not the stinky Slytherins, thankfully.

In Divination, when we all took out our wands, hers seemed different. It was chocolate brown with gold sparkles. She told us that it was rosewood and stardust, made by a family friend.

"Who heard of that combination?" I asked my best friend and other cousin, Alan, who was a son of my Uncle George and Aunt Angelina.

"I dunno," he shrugged.

The rest of Divination was spent listening to Professor Lovegood jabber on about Crumple Horned Snorkacks or something.

And in Herbology, when I greeted Professor Longbottom, I caught Emma staring quizzically at me.

Pretty soon it was time for the Christmas Ball. Everyone was asking everyone to it, and the only person I wanted to ask was Emma.

Alan and I were walking down the hall one day when I saw her and her best friend Victoria walking near us. Alan went up to Victoria suddenly and asked, "Will you go to the ball with me?"

Victoria smiled and said yes. Emma was smiling at me. I walked up to Emma, stumbling slightly, and asked, "Care to come to the Christmas Ball in the company of yours truly?"

She smiled even larger and replied, "Yes, I will go to the ball with you."

My heart leaped and I smiled too.

Alan interrupted my moment, poking me in the back, and said, "Okay, lovebird, we're gonna be late for Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Emma and I both murmured, "See you later," to each other and walked away.

Alan mimicked me asking Emma in a falsetto voice. "Care to come to the Christmas Ball in the company of yours truly?" He said, "What was that all about?"

My face burned red and I said, "Go away."

"No," he replied. "JAMES IS IN LOVE! JAMES IS IN LOVE!"

"SHUT UP!" I yelled at him.

Soon people were staring.

I dragged Alan out of the hall and into Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Professor Westin, an eccentric weirdo, greeted us and shoved us all into his classroom. He had told us on the first day that his full name was Professor Fenwick Ull Jehosaphat Westin and that he was distantly related to the famous Harry Potter. I did not want to be related to that oddball!

"Good morning," he said brightly.

"It's the afternoon!" shouted Alan.

Professor Westin took no notice of that. "Open your textbooks and let's recite the Pledge of Resistance!" he continued.

Reciting the Pledge of Resistance was routine for the start of his class. Us students opened our six pound purple textbooks and recited boringly, "I pledge to resist all curses and jinxes in any way, shape or form that I can. I never will intentionally hurt an animal or plant. I use magic as self defense. I reject all types of mean things to say and I strongly dislike those who do not. I will lead a safe life if I can."

Professor Westin clapped his hands and squealed with delight. After fifty minutes of disarming spells, we were free to go.

Alan and I high-fived on our way out, because it was our last class until the holidays were over. I found Emma in the hall.

"James!" she said.

"What are we going to do about the ball?" I asked her.

"How about you meet me outside my common room before it starts?"

"Sounds good to me!"

"Thanks for taking me. I was nervous, because I'm the new girl and all..."

"No problem. Thanks for saying yes."

I hugged her and said, "See you sometime?"

"Okay. Bye."

I ran off to the common room to tell Alan.

He clapped my back and said, "I knew you had it in you."

"Had what in me?"

"The ability to like a girl who likes you back, duh!"

"She does?"

"Did she pull away from the hug?"

"Not exactly."

"Then she does!"


"How thick are you?!"

"Calm down."

"Let's go to dinner."


Alan and I walked down to dinner, me feeling happier than I had since my birthday.