Bloodlust

Chapter One:

Bloodlust

Chapter One:

“James Sirius Potter, get up right now!” I woke up with a start, hearing my mother scream from the kitchen downstairs. I opened my eyes to look at my alarm clock. It was 10:30.

“Shit” I whisper to myself as I jump out of bed. I grab my wand and say a spell to make me dressed and I say two more to make my trunk pack itself and for my room to become organised. I run downstairs, my trunk floating behind me.

“James, just because you’re seventeen and of age doesn’t mean you can use magic for everything” mum scolded me, sounding very much like my grandma Molly. I looked at my dad, who was eating his breakfast and we both burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” mum asked, annoyed that I didn’t listen to her.

“Nothing hun, you just sound like your mother” when dad said that, she instantly relaxed and smiled.

“Okay, that’s good then” then she switched her gaze back to me, “James, you can’t use magic for everything all the time, you’ll get dependant on it” I sighed, got my wand out, conjoured a piece of toast and took a bite out of it.

“James!” Mum yelled. I jumped.

“Okay mum, I won’t depend on magic for everything” I kissed her cheek just as Albus and Lily stepped down the stairs, their trunks clunking as they dragged them.

“Everyone’s ready?” Dad asked, we all nodded, “good, let’s get going”.

We all got into the car, after magically fitting all our trunks in the boot of the car. Dad drove the Muggle car, and I had a discussion with Albus about how easy it would be to just apparate to platform 9 ¾. He disagreed, asking me how the first year Muggleborns would be able to get there and blah, blah, blah.

I should tell you about my family. My parents are Ginny and Harry Potter. That’s right, I’m the son of the Harry Potter, the wizard who defeated the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort twenty-three years ago. My mum, she’s a Weasley. All of my cousins are Weasley’s, and I have a lot of them, so I’m not going to name them. All I’m telling you is that a majority of hem, including mum and Lily have fierce red hair.

Anyway, then there’s me, James Sirius Potter, eldest and coolest son of Harry and Ginny Potter. I’m named after my late grandfather, who was killed by Voldemort and Sirius Black, my dad’s late godfather, who was best friends with granddad Potter. I’ve got dark, wavy hair that resembles dad’s, meaning it doesn’t stay down and I have no control of it. I also have brown eyes like mum. I’m in my seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Then there’s my brother Albus Severus Potter. He’s two years younger than me and in his fifth year. He’s named after two old Hogwarts Headmasters. One of them was Albus Dumbledore, presumably the best wizard in the world, and the other, Severus Snape, who dad admitted he hated until after he died. Severus Snape was a Slytherin and Potions Master until the year Voldemort died. He was a follower of Voldy’s, until Voldemort decided to go after my grandmother and grandfather. Then he turned and became a spy for Dumbledore. It’s a tricky story, so I didn’t go into specific details. Albus has dark hair and green eyes, like dad and apparently, my grandmother.

Then there’s the baby of the family, my sister Lily Luna Potter. Lily is in her third year and is brilliant at potions. She’s named after dad’s mum, our grandmother Lily. Grandma Lily had red hair and green eyes, but Lils doesn’t have the same eyes. They’re brown, but apparently have the same shape as grandmas. She’s brainy, like my aunt Hermione, and very much like mum and Grandma Molly. Lily’s middle name, Luna, is the name of one of our family’s closest friends, Luna. She’s mental but we love her to pieces. She and her husband have twin boys, and they’re almost as wacky as her.

I zone back from my daydreaming as the car jerked to a stop. I looked around and realised we were at Kings Cross Station. I got out and dad half threw my trunk out. I grabbed my Snowy Owl Winter’s cage and she hooted unhappily. We all half ran, our trolleys pushed as fast as we could go. Before we knew it we reached the wall between platforms nine and ten. I didn’t hesitate as I ran towards the wall. I felt the unusual feeling of passing through fog and I opened my eyes to see the amazing scarlet steam engine which was the Hogwarts Express. I saw in the corner of my eyes the rest of my family go through the barrier. I led the way towards the last carriage. Standing near the door, stood my Aunt Hermione, my Uncle Ron and my cousins Rose and Hugo, both younger than me.

“Hey Rosie, Hugo!” I hugged Rose and flicked Hugo; he punched me as hard as he could. Rose is in the same year as Albus and Hugo is in the same as Lily.

“Hey Jamsie” Hugo replied, a big smile on his face.

“You guys are late, the train is going to leave in five minutes” Rose said, sounding very much like her mother.

“Whatever, we’re here, aren’t we?” I got my trunk and put it into the carriage and did the same to Albus’ and Lily’s when they caught up to us. Soon enough the whistle blew and we said goodbye to our families. I hugged dad and kissed mum. I shook hands with Uncle Ron and kissed Aunt Hermione. We all got onto the train, and went off to our respective compartments once the train left the station.