Chapter 504 - The Potter’s Ⅱ (1/2)

Much later that same evening, Fleamont and Euphemia Potter had side-apparated with their son, James having been released by the healers. Still, the Potters were just the tiniest bit appalled. Their son had partial amnesia.

According to the healers, James recalled almost everything except for a few personages here or there and a few important events. It was not anything too terrible. But the healers had warned that their son may be missing memories of friends or known acquaintances at Hogwarts. As such, his close friends might want to be forewarned first. As for academic knowledge, their son had retained all knowledge and according to the healers was still a rather bright young man.

As such, before the Hogwarts letter arrived, Euphemia Potter sent a letter to Professor McGonagall explaining the situation and asking that James be banned from playing Quidditch for the year. Also mentioning the fact that James himself felt a bit wary about getting on any type of broom and had requested to be taken off the team.

Professor McGonagall had swiftly replied in a private letter that James would have been elected to be the new Quidditch Captain by the new Head of Gryffindor Bathsheda Babbling. However, considering the sudden circ.u.mstances she would let Professor Babbling know to select another Quidditch Captain, before the start of the school term. In her letter, she also said that was sad to hear of James accident and more so to lose such an excellent Quidditch Chaser. She hoped that all would be well with him and looked forward to seeing him again in September.

With a happy sigh, Euphemia informed her husband. Not that they did not punish James, they forbade him from flying and many other extracurricular activities. Strangely enough, James did not protest and was rather demure after solely spending his time reading or working on his summer coursework. And upon seeing their son truly repentant this time, they decided to not further purse the matter. And let things be as they were.

However, worried over their son's sudden solemnity, their son's three Gryffindor's all arrived much like it had been promised to James. Everyone had grown taller over the summer including Pettigrew, (just enough to finally be slightly taller than Quyen). Sirius and Lupin would always be the tallest with James being a head shorter than them and Pettigrew being a head shorter than James.

But then again even Peter Pettigrew knew that he was going to be the shortest out of the four them. Not that he minded that just knew that he would always be fast and swift on his broom. Better yet his girlfriend, Quyen did not mind whatsoever. With a blush and silly grin on his face, Peter happily entered the Potter home.

It was not the ancestral Potter home as that was an old drafty manor according to James. But the large red brick home with open grounds and a surrounding forest was rather nice. There was even a small lake on the grounds to go for a cool swim. Though the ducks could take offense at times. They be forced to rush out of the water being chased by an angry quacking mama duck.

Sirius, a handsome devil that he was and knew it, he eagerly pulls James into his arms for a quick hug. ”Heh, still short as ever,” Sirius teased flashing a glistening grin.

His dark silky hair tastefully fell around his face with his gray eyes sparkling with delight. ”Heard you feel off the broom? Did you knock everything out of your head?” Sirius impishly teased.

”Not quite that bad,” James smiled with a mix of emotions. Relief, joy, sadness, pain, but joy more than anything else. His friend was still as loud, and boisterous as he remembered him.

Lupin was still tall and thin, but not quite so delicate as before. Having been cured had done wonders for his complexion and his health. He looked the picture of health with a tint of pink in his cheeks. His eyebags were a thing of the past as his russet hair stood out that much more because of it.

Remus Lupin carefully studies his unruly haired friend and says, ”It looks like the clonk on the head must have done you some good. You seem much more mature than before, James.”