A/N- I do not own Harry Potter.

This story is AU so some things are be different from cannon.

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Nineteen year old James Jean Potter opened his eyes warily as the man sat down across from him. He'd already fixed his bloody nose, but the bruise forming around his eye would have to wait until he got home to apply some bruise past.

"You know, I couldn't believe it when the bartender told me who you are," the man said.

"And who am I, Director Shackbolt?" James asked warily.

The Director of the DMLE gave him a calculating look. "Your father's son."

James rolled his eyes and turned towards the bar. "Can I get another one?" he called, holding up his empty beer glass.

"I fought alongside your father in the Battle of Hogwarts. Something I admired about your dad: he didn't believe in no-win scenarios."

James snorted. His father had died in that final battle, striking down Voldemort. He hadn't eve been born yet. "Sure learned his lesson," the teen replied sarcastically.

Shackbolt's answer was serious. "Well, it depends on how you define winning. You're here, aren't you?"

It was at this moment that the bartender brought over James beer. "Thanks," he said, trying to ignore the older man.

But the older man continued. "You know that instinct to leap without looking, that was his nature too. And in my opinion it's something the Auror Corps lost.

James laughed, "Why are you talkin' to me, man?"

Kingsley sighed as he sat back in his chair. "'Cause I looked up your file while you were drooling on the floor. Your N.E.W.T. tests are off the charts, so what is it? You like being the only genius level repeat offender in the highlands?"

James smiled. "Maybe I love it."

Shackbolt gave the young man a look of anger and pity. "Look, so your Dad died. You can settle for a less than ordinary life. Or do you feel like you were meant for something better? Something special? Enlist in the Auror Corps."

Potter scoffed, "Enlist!" He began laughing. "You guys must be way down on your recruiting quota for the month!"

"You know if you're half the man your father was, Jim the Aurors could use you. You could be an officer in four years. You could have your own squad in eight. You understand what the Corps is don't you? It's important. It's a peacekeeping and defense force."

James gave Shackbolt a bored look. "We done?"

"I'm done," Shackbolt conceded. Standing up he said, "New class of recruits starts tomorrow morning 0800...You know your father was two years younger than you are now. He saved over 800 lives. Including your mother's and yours. I dare you to do better." With that last parting shot, the man made his way out of the bar. Leaving the nineteen year old man with his thoughts.

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The next morning, James Jean Potter, son of Harry James Potter and Hermione Jean Granger, stepped into the incoming class of Aurors at 0759

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