A/N: I'm not sure if I want to continue this story, but I'll post a couple of chapters and see where it goes from there. Sound like a plan? As I'm sure you know, I don't own Harry Potter, etc., etc. Nor do I own anything of Paul McCartney's. (The reference will be made clear in good time. And if it isn't, I'll just spell it out.) Read and review :)
I walked as calmly as I could to the library. I needed to get away from people; my own head was full of enough thoughts. The Restricted Section was bound to be deserted on a Saturday, and I had an old note from Professor Slughorn. I held it out to Madam Pince, fingers crossed behind my back.
She cleared the note. Sighing with relief, I made my way down the third aisle and settled in, pulling out a piece of parchment and some ink. When my thoughts were jumbled, I always liked to make a list to organize my mind. It made everything more manageable.
Reasons I Like James Potter: