The Marauders- The Beginning

Disclaimer: I do not own ANY Harry Potter characters, or anything from the books, movies, etc. Although it would rock if I did, I don't. So there.

James Potter stood on the steps just outside of Gringotts Bank and grinned, looking out over the busy people and shops of Diagon Alley. He had been to Diagon Alley many times before, of course, but today was different. He was finally old enough to go to Hogwarts, and he had come to buy his school supplies today. He leapt down the steps after his parents, Hogwarts letter clutched in one hand, and moneybag clutched in the other.

"Why don't we split up so we can get things done faster?" James' mother suggested. "I'll go get your books and cauldron and such, and you can go with your father to get your wand and robes."

They all agreed and Mrs. Potter set off towards the bookshop.

"Can we get my wand first?" James asked his dad excitedly.

"Sure," his dad agreed, leading James over to the wand shop and in through the door of the shabby, narrow shop. James was especially excited to get a wand. He had owned wands before, but those were really just toy wands. He couldn't do any real magic with them, aside from levitating things a few inches in the air. This was a real wand, the actual thing.

They entered the shop as a brown haired boy with parents who worried, and were muttering something to each other about 'How kind that Dumbledore is,' and 'I hope he's all right at school.'

"Wonder who that is," Mr. Potter mused. "I suppose you'll be seeing him at school."

James nodded as Mr. Ollivander greeted James and his father with a smile. "I see Mr. James Potter is finally old enough to get his own wand. I've been expecting you." Mr. Ollivander began to measure James with a long tape measure, though it began to measure James on its own as soon as Mr. Ollivander let go of it to get a wand for James to try.

James was grinning ear to ear as Mr. Ollivander removed the first wand from its box and handed it to James.

"Oak, ten inches, unicorn hair," he said as James waved the wand in a circle. Nothing happened. "Well, try this one," he handed James another wand. "Ebony and dragon heartstring. Twelve and a quarter inches long." Still, this wand was not right, and James went through three more wands before he found the right one. Or, really, considering the fact that the wand chooses the wizard, the right one found him.

"Mahogany and phoenix feather. Eleven inches. Very pliable."

James swished the wand around and waved it in the shape of a J as sparks came from the tip and hovered in the air for a few seconds before disappearing.

Mr. Ollivander smiled. "Powerful wand. Wonderful for transfiguration."

James smiled widely as he paid for his wand and headed out the door of the shop.

"All right, let's get you fitted for your robes next," Mr. Potter said, leading the way to Madame Malkins. Once inside, James' father told Madame Malkin what

James would be needing, and left to see if James' mother had gotten everything all right. "I'll be back soon, don't worry," he said as he headed out the door.

James stepped up onto a footstool and a witch came over to fit a robe on him as Madame Malkin greeted the boy who had just entered. The boy stepped up onto a footstool next to James, and another witch began to pin up a robe on him.

"I'm James Potter," James said, smiling at the boy.

"Yes, I've heard of the Potters," he said. "I'm Sirius Black."

James nodded. "What house do you think you'll be in? I reckon I'll be in Gryffindor; everyone in my family always is."

"My family's always in Slytherin," Sirius told him, "but I wouldn't mind Gryffindor. I suppose Ravenclaw's not to bad, either. One of my cousins got in Ravenclaw."

James agreed. "What about Hufflepuff? Everybody always says Hufflepuff would be awful, but my dad says it's just underrated."

"Can't imagine what my Mum would say if I was in Hufflepuff," Sirius laughed. "Hufflepuffs are supposed to be hard workers, and loyal, though, so it can't be all that bad."

"All right, you're done, dear," the witch fitting James' robes said. James hopped off the stool to see his parents outside. James paid Madame Malkin and hurried out the door to greet his parents. "See you at school!" he called to Sirius as the door closed behind him and he dumped his robes in his cauldron.

"Well, your school list says that you can bring a pet," James' mother said, smiling. "How would you like to get an owl for school?"

"That'd be great!" James exclaimed, starting towards Eyelops Owl Emporium. James quickly picked an owl, which he named Athena.

"Well, that's everything," James' mother said with relief as the three headed back to the Leaky Cauldron so they could Floo back to their house.

James peered into a nearby shop window, looking at one of the newest broom models, along with quite a few other boys. "Mum-"

"No, you can not bring your broom to school with you," his mother sighed.

"But why not?"

"You know perfectly well that first years are not allowed their own broomsticks," Mr. Potter told James.

"Well, I had to try," James laughed.

James' father rumpled his hair as the three entered the Leaky Cauldron. They Flooed back to their house, and James put everything carefully away in his room, hardly able to sleep from excitement.