Hi everyone. I am new to this archive. I admit that I have not read a single James S. Potter/OC story at all. I swear to it, so if this seems copied from somebody, it's not. Well, I hope you enjoy this. Thanks! This story will start off with James' first train ride, but will automatically skip to his seventh year. This is supposed to bear strong relevance with Lily Evans and James Potter the first.
Disclaimer: I own practically nothing. I only own Emery Marks and other OCs.
The hustle and bustle of Platform Nine and Three Quarters was very confusing. It was almost more confusing than the fact that there was a Platform Nine and Three Quarters at all. I always thought that witches and wizards were fables, until the fifteenth of May that year.
May was a very eventful time. It is always a bit confusing to move to a new town, let alone an entirely new continent. My parents were and are Muggle scientists, which means they move every few years for new discoveries. Moving from Portland, Oregon to Surrey was frustrating for an almost eleven-year-old.
Then I turned eleven on the fifteenth and everything changed. A man who went by the name of Professor Neville Longbottom appeared on my doorstep from what seemed like mid air. He told my parents all about the wizarding world and most importantly, Hogwarts. Professor Longbottom's words rang through my ears: "Your daughter, Emery Lucille Marks, is a witch." My parents laughed it off and made some comment about if the neighbors did this to everyone who moved in.
They didn't believe the man, but I did. I knew I could do things that other people couldn't. My parents simply thought I had a genetic disorder and kept me in special needs classrooms at school. Even to the special needs kids I was weird.
My red hair always seemed (and still seems) to be on fire, always. People would point and say rude things about my hair and my complexion (very fair and very freckled). I was always called "that weird Ginger girl." I didn't mind much though, because they weren't like me.
Professor Longbottom displayed a fantastic piece of magic and gave me a list of what I need for school. I thanked him over and over again. He smiled at me and said he would see me in Herbology (which I had no idea what that was at the time).
A week before September first, I set off for Diagon Alley. Everything was so dazzling and (for lack of a better word) magical. Right away vendors were pestering my family and I about their products. I went into different shops buying everything I felt that I needed with oddly named wizard money. My dad informed me that I was aloud to get a pet and bring it to school. As I was (and am) allergic to cats, I felt the need to get an owl (because frogs are disgusting).
I finally found the perfect owl after an hour of looking. The woman at the desk had said that I had a very keen eye for a good owl. I paid five "Galleons" for the beautiful, ash colored owl and went on my way. I named the owl "Minnie" in honor of my favorite cartoon character, Minnie Mouse.
Then there I was, walking into the great, red train with Minnie in a cage at my side. I was on the train to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Sudden fear washed over me, cold and dark. What if I wouldn't have any friends? I shook the thought away and searched for an empty seat in compartments.
There was a compartment of snobbish girls who seemed to automatically hate me just by the sight of me. A few boys shouted at me to get out of their compartment. Every single compartment I went in, someone told me I wasn't wanted. I finally found a compartment with just three boys sitting there that looked about my age.
"Excuse me, is there room for me in here?" I asked, rather shy for my personality. The boys looked at one another and for a fearful second I thought they were going to reject me, but one of the boys with messy black hair and brown eyes that were hidden behind round glasses nodded. "Thank you! Every compartment rejected me and I don't know anyone here!"
"Calm down, America, you're welcome here," the boy with the glasses said evenly. I had a feeling that I was going to regret sitting with this group. "I'm James. James Sirius Potter, perhaps you've heard of me. The famous son of the Boy Who Lived?"
I looked at him confused. "The Boy Who Lived? Well, you're a boy, and you're living, so does that make you the Boy Who Lived, also? Does that make me the Girl Who Lived?" James laughed, as did the other two boys.
"You're funny, America," James said. "Harry Potter is my dad. I suppose you're muggle-born." He said and looked at me expectantly.
"Non-magical beings. Yeah, you're definitely muggle-born. Unless American wizards have different sayings?"
"Oh, yeah, I guess I'm muggle-born." I said nervously.
"Aren't you going to tell us your name, America?" Another one of the boys in the compartment said. He had golden hair that was longer than James', but was much better kept.
"Oh, I'm Emery Marks. I just moved to Surrey in May, turns out I'm a witch. Go figure, right?" I wanted to just get out of the compartment. The boys' presence was a little overwhelming. I could feel each of their eyes on me.
"You're a funny one, aren't you, Marks?" James commented. The golden haired boy nodded. The other boy sitting next to me didn't look up from his book.
"What's your name?" I asked the boy next to me. He had short, light brown hair and grey eyes. He looked up at me and smiled. "Evan Longbottom." I gasped. "Is your dad Professor Longbottom?"
Evan set his book down on his lap to pay full attention to me. "Yes he is." Evan said proudly. "Dad did mention you. He said, 'Look out for an Emery Marks, she is a little nervous to go to Hogwarts.' That was the first time he has ever informed a muggle household that their child is a witch or wizard. He said it went very well."
The golden-haired boy coughed to get our attention. "Looks like Jamie is getting a little jealous that Ev is getting all the attention from the pretty new girl, aren't you Jamie?" I blushed from the compliment. James merely scowled at the golden-haired boy.
"I never got your name," I said to the golden-haired boy.
"Lysander Scamander. You'll see my twin brother Lorcan around; he's a giant prat. If you see him, ignore him, okay, America?" Lysander said smoothly. I couldn't deny that Lysander was handsome. His bright blue eyes seemed to betray his cool expression. "So America, which house do you want to be in?"
"Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin, you know, the Hogwarts Houses?" Evan said. I looked at them quizzically. James began describing each of the houses. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw seemed particularly pleasing. Hufflepuff seemed a bit lame and Slytherin seemed down right scary.
James talked about how he wanted to go Gryffindor, where the brave at heart dwell. Lysander said that he would prefer Gryffindor, but Ravenclaw would suit him just fine. "Gryffindor," Evan had said very plain.
"Well I suppose Gryffindor would be a good fit. Brave at heart? Well, I walked into a compartment full of boys and sat down without running away. That's a start."
After a long while of James, Lysander, and Evan telling me everything they know about the wizarding world, the train halted. First years, as we were called, were ushered to a large lake where a very large man named Hagrid waited. We were all placed in boats and were finally at the great Hogwarts. Hogwarts seemed to gleam with haughty pride.
The rest of the night seemed to be a blur. James, Lysander, Evan, and I were all sorted into Gryffindor. I met the girls that would be sharing a dorm with me. Charlotte Lee (related to Cho Chang, she said), Sloane Carpenter, Lucy Weasley (James' cousin), Ava Beauregard, Cassandra (Cassie) Macmillan, and Eloise McDermott were my roommates.
After a large and considerably magical feast, the headmistress, Professor Sinistra, announced that the students were to go to their respective common rooms. Teddy Lupin, who seemed to know James, Evan, and Lysander quite well, showed us to the Gryffindor Common Room. The room was gold and red with the Gryffindor emblem popping up every so often.
After everything that day, I knew that Hogwarts was where I belong.
Yay! Now, I worked very hard on writing this, and I know it isn't great, but I hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter will start with Emery and everyone on the train in Seventh Year. I hope to get it up as soon as possible! Thank you!