The Hogwarts Adventures of James Potter Chapter One

TITLE: <The Hogwarts Adventures of James Potter>

PART: <01> of <XX>

AUTHOR: <Red Jacobson> (<redjacobsonfiction@gmail.com>)

DISTRIBUTION: Patreon Exclusive

DISCLAIMER: < All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. >  

SUMMARY: <There's a lot of people getting memories from the future.  I've even done one or two myself.  But I don't recall James Potter being the one to get the memories.  So let's see what he does with it?>

FEEDBACK: <of course, it feeds the muse>

RELATIONSHIPS: <James>/<multi>

RATING: <NC-17>

WORD COUNT: <X,XXX>

SPOILERS: <Canon up until the end of Deathly Hallows, ignores the Crapilogue >

WARNINGS: <oral, anal, femme-slash, dom/sub, OOC, Blackcest,  my usual stuff *GRIN* >

AUTHORS NOTES: <James and Sirius don't really come across as nice guys  in this story.  They are not evil, just spoiled pure-bloods, it was the way they were raised.>

ON THE BLACK SISTERS: According to JKR, Bella was the oldest Black sister, and Andromeda was the middle, but then, she also said that James' parents were named Fleamont and Euphinia, so I feel free to disregard what she says if it's not in the books.   Anyway, in this universe, Andromeda is the oldest sister, with Bella and Narcissa being younger.   

CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE:  The Fluorescent Fart Jinx was created by SlytherinSal for her wonderful “Kraitverse” series.  I've requested permission to borrow it.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Gryffindor Boys Fifth Year Dorms

Friday March 19st, 1976

Just after Midnight

The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded a corner. Harry's hand was still raised in farewell.

"He'll be alright," murmured Ginny.

As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absentmindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead.

"I know he will."

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well. (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Epilogue – JK Rowling)

Fifteen (almost sixteen!) year old James Potter sat up in bed suddenly, his heart pounding as he looked around wildly.  “What the bloody hell was that?” he whispered, trying to calm his breathing and pounding heart.   Putting his glasses on, he stuck his head out of the curtains around his bed, and relaxed slightly as he heard Sirius' snoring and Remus and Peter shifting around.   

“Okay, that was either the strangest dream I've ever had, or somebody just dumped their memories of the next almost 40 years into my head.”    He shook his head, having a very hard time believing what the memories showed him, granted, dying at the wand of You-Know-Who was quite possible, but being married to Evans?   

Sure, he intended to shag her bowlegged if he got the chance, but marry her?  He couldn't see how that could work, they were far too different, and besides, his parents would never accept a muggle-born as the wife of the family head.  They would probably accept her as a mistress or a consort though.  Of course, it was a little early to be thinking of mistresses, since neither he or any of the other Marauders had even had a bare tit in their hands yet!  Besides, Evans had too many of those weird beliefs from being raised with muggles, there's no way she would be willing to be a mistress! 

He snorted, 'don't be planning your future based on a dream, James old boy, you have no way of knowing if the memories are real, no matter how real they seemed.  Not until you get home and if Dad pulls you into his study for the conversation, then you can believe that they were real.'   He yawned, they had all been kept up late the night before, serving detention with Filch, cleaning the trophies from the last however many years.   

James froze, his mind racing as he remembered something from the dream.  “Tom Marvolo Riddle, he was supposed to have gotten an Award for Special Services back when he was a student.   If the plaque is in the display case, that would mean something!”

Slipping out of bed, he hurriedly tossed his invisibility cloak over his pajamas and made his way out of the dorm.

It only took a matter of minutes before he was standing in front of the glass case in the Trophy Room, staring at the name “Tom Marvolo Riddle' on the brass trophy.   Absently, he pinched the back of his hand and winced at the sharp pain.  “Okay, I'm not still dreaming, and at least part of it was real.  But what the hell do I do now?   I'm not even 16 yet, for Merlin's sake!”

Closing his eyes briefly, he steeled himself, “Okay, so I'm still a kid, I've still got things that nobody else does, knowledge that can make a huge difference.  But, can I do what I need to do?  There are people that are already out there murdering innocents, and they'll just keep doing it until they're stopped, permanently!”

He couldn't do it alone, that's for sure!  But, what to do about Peter?  Sure, he was loyal, and one of his best friends now, but would he stay that way?  Maybe an oath of loyalty and secrecy?   That might work....

Hearing the footsteps of the prefects coming down the corridor, he hurriedly made his way back to the tower and up to the dorm.  He had a lot to do before getting on the Express later this morning!   

Quietly opening his trunk, he found the last of his empty workbooks and pulled it out, closing the trunk and locking it.   Climbing back into his bed, he closed the curtains and started to write.

Horcruxes – Ring (cursed – Gaunt Shack – Little Hangleton)

                     Diadem (Room of Requirement)

                     Diary – (Lucius Malfoy – does he have it yet?)

                     Hufflepuff's Cup (Bellatrix's vault – not there yet, she's not married, where is it?)

                     Locket – Where is it?   Save Regulus? How?

                     Nagini – Not done yet

                     Harry! - Not yet

Death Eaters – Lucius Malfoy

                         Lestrange Brothers

                         Rookwood

                         Carrow's

                         Mulciber

                         McNair

                         Travers

                         Thicknesse?

                      Dolohov

                      Karkakoff

                      Barty Crouch, Jr!

                      Crabbe

                      Goyle

                      Who else? 

There were so many questions, so many things that could be changed, but how to do them?  He paused, if his memory of the conversation with his father was accurate, would he be able to use his gift to pull some support away from Voldemort?    Dumbledore! What to do about Dumbledore?  There were rumors of him starting up a group to fight Voldemort, can he be trusted to help?   Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets! Shite! Something needs to be done about that, but it needs a parselmouth to open the Chamber, doesn't it?

Snape!  He was going to have to find a way to end this feud with the greasy git, even though he didn't really want to.  Too many lives were depending on it.   But how could he make it happen?  Maybe let him have Evans after he and the others had had her?  He's probably appreciate it, and it would put a major twist in the knickers of whatever sent him the memories.  Was there still time to guide Regulus away from his parents' plans?  

James was still writing questions and lists when he heard Sirius waking up, and he closed and locked the journal before putting it under his mattress.

It was a good thing that they didn't have classes that morning, because he barely managed to stay awake until they got on the Express to head home for the Spring Break.

Hogwarts Express

That Afternoon

The others had noticed that James had been uncharacteristically quiet for most of the ride, but just tried to ignore it, talking about their plans for the break, other than getting together for James' 16th Birthday Party the next weekend.    He listened silently to their excited conversation, wondering how they could be so excited over something so minor?  But then, if he hadn't been blindsided by the dream, he would have happily been joining in.   

Finally, he said, “Guys, I need to talk to you about something serious.   Moony, can you make sure that nobody can hear us?”

Remus started in surprise, but nodded, pulling his wand and casting the privacy spells around the compartment.   Once he nodded, James said, “Sorry I've been so quiet guys, but I learned some really shocking things last night, that I'm going to need to keep secret for a little while yet, until we can find a way to make sure that they stay secret.   I know that we are all going to get together at the end of the week, but between now and then, I need all three of you to think of ways to ensure that we can't even accidentally reveal a secret that needs to be kept.   I'm not joking about this, it's even more secret than Moony's furry little problem!   I've been thinking about a carefully worded oath that we could swear, but I'm open to suggestions.”

He could see his friends were surprised and more than a little curious, but he didn't say anything more about it, instead he started talking about remaking the Map, since they hadn't been able to get the original back from Filch.   What he really wanted was to find a way to add that room on the Seventh Floor, and maybe the Chamber to the map, to see if they could actually find them now that he knew they were there.    

The rest of the trip passed fairly peacefully, and James managed to relax a bit and just enjoy the company of his friends without thinking about their likely futures.

Potter Manor

Wales

Early Evening

James looked around his room, the Quidditch posters and the pin-up girl pictures on his walls, and smiled, it was good to be home again.  Sure, he had a lot of things on his mind, but being home reminded him that there were adults he could trust, at least a little bit and he didn't have to do everything on his own.   Sure, Voldemort was a scary bastard, but he was just one man and he couldn't be everywhere.  Take away his Death Eaters and his financial supporters and it could cripple him.   Especially if the supporters realized that their Pure-blood Lord was actually the son of a muggle! 

But how to get the word out?   The Prophet would be too frightened to print an article like that, and he didn't trust the Ministry, Bagnold and Crouch would try to use it for their own purposes....  Too bad the Quibbler wasn't publishing yet, Xeno would love a story like that!

And thinking of Xeno Lovegood, why the Hell didn't Harry nail his daughter?  It was obvious from the beginning that she would have been happy to drop her knickers for him, and that Chang girl too, if he'd just grown a pair!   But no, he somehow ended up with a Weasley, and a fan-girl at that!    Dumbledore really did a number on his son, leaving her with Evans' sister and brother in law.   Yet another reason not to trust that twinkling old man.

Hearing a soft knock on the door frame, James looked up to see his father standing there.   This was the meeting he'd been expecting, so he followed the older man down the hall to his private study.    Once they were inside the room and Charlus shut the door, his father said,

“Now that you are going to be sixteen, James, it's time that I explained some things to you, so you can start learning how to lead the Potter family.”

James nodded obediently, trying not to show that he already knew what was coming.   

“Do you know where the Potter wealth comes from, son?” Charlus asked him, taking his seat behind the desk.

“Well, um, I know that we have our farms and do some investing in the muggle world, but, other than that, no not really.”  

His father smiled and nodded, “That's exactly what I expected you to say.  You see, the actual source of our wealth is a very well guarded secret, nobody outside of the family, and our account manager at Gringotts knows any more than you do.   And trust me, people have tried to find out over the years, especially that meddling old bastard who's the Headmaster of Hogwarts!  Wants to know where the money comes from so he can use it to fight You-Know-Who.   He doesn't need to know that, he just hates people knowing something he doesn't. Bah!”

James didn't even try to hide his surprise, that wasn't something he remembered from the previous night's dream!

His father noticed his reaction and smirked, “Trust me, I know far more about Albus than he would be comfortable with, if he knew.  But that's a conversation for another time.  Have you been working on your Occlumency?”

James nodded, it was the practice of organizing his mind that allowed him to remember so much of the dream from earlier.    Putting his shields up, he met his father's eyes and pushed back on the subtle probe.  Charlus nodded in satisfaction and said, “Well done, it's important that you can protect the family secrets, especially this one!  You see, the source of our wealth is, and has been since just about the time of the Founders themselves, sex!  

James had been expecting this, so he put as natural an expression of surprise on his face as he could manage, and, after all the years of getting around the Professors at school, he was sure that it was believable enough for his father, he hoped so anyway.

“Sex, Sir?”  

Charlus chuckled, “That was about my reaction when my father told me as well.  But yes, we have been involved in what the muggles call 'the skin trade' for the last several hundred years.  The  businesses that we have in the muggle world are all part of the sex industry.  We started with brothels in the beginning of course, and then we got into burlesque and in the last twenty years strip clubs.  Of course ever since Deep Throat and that Green Door movie came out, there's been millions of pounds to be made in pornographic movies.”  He laughed at the expression on James' face, “You wouldn't believe some of the things muggles will pay to watch! And since Dorea found a way to record memories from our Pensieve onto film, we've been making ridiculous amounts of money by selling memories of our 'adventures' to distributors in the muggle world.”

“Really? Do that many people want to spend their money watching the same two people shagging?”

Charlus looked at him in surprise, before he started laughing again.  “What makes you think it was the same two people?  Didn't you ever wonder about all the 'Aunts' that you have, that don't seem to be related to you in any way?  They are your mother and my lovers.  Potter men have never been able to be satisfied with just one woman, and your mother knew that before we got married.  Fortunately, thanks to the gift, she was quite accepting of the idea, and enjoys another woman as much as I do!  There is always a market for two or more attractive women having sex with each other, and we sold about 50 different memories while you were at Hogwarts last year!  It was the money from a couple of those that bought you and Sirius those new Nimbus brooms you are looking forward to using to play Quidditch next year.”

James nodded, his father had mentioned the 'Potter's Gift' in a letter when James had started noticing changes in the way that some of his female classmates were reacting to him.   “You said that you would explain the 'gift' to me, and I'm really curious.  Even Sirius and the others noticed the way a few of the girls were looking at me recently.”

His father smirked, “Not surprising, I had the same thing happen when I was your age.  But basically, ever since there has been a Potter family, the men of the family, when they reach maturity, start to gain knowledge of when a woman has any interest in them, and what you would need to do to get them willingly into bed.  That's the key, that they are already interested and willing, it wouldn't work if the girl wasn't even slightly interested.   As you get used to the gift, you'll instinctively know how to fan the flame of interest and make her extremely wiling to do whatever you want her to.  How do you think I got your mother to agree to having sex with all these women?”

James sat quietly for a few minutes, before asking a question that had hit him as soon as he realized just was his gift could mean.  Clearing his throat, he said, “So, to clarify, with my gift, I'd be able to do that same thing?”

“Of course, but I want you to be careful while you are in school, always make sure to use the contraceptive charm, your mother and I are too young to be grandparents!  But I'm sure you realize that  the gift won't do you much good if you are shite in the kip, so, I'm going to do for you what my father did for me on when my gift manifested.  In fact, since it's going to be your birthday, why don't you and Sirius invite Remus and Peter to come over on Thursday afternoon, instead of Friday, and  we can go out and celebrate your birthday a little early at one of the other businesses I run, okay?”

Recognizing the dismissal, he paused before leaving and asked his father a seemingly strange question, “Would you have a problem if I invited Sirius' cousins to the Party on Saturday?  I know their parents are on the Continent doing something and won't be back for another few weeks, and I'm curious to see what they are like when they aren't having to parrot their families opinions.”  

His father looked at him curiously for a second, and then laughed, “And see if your gift works on them as well, eh?  Sure, no problem.  In fact, why don't you invite them to come over Friday afternoon and stay for the weekend, that will give you plenty of time to see what happens.”

Thanking his father, he quickly excused himself and left to find Sirius, who was actually working on a Charms essay in the library.  Picking up a few pieces of parchment, James sat down across the table and started writing.   He wrote Moony and Peter first, since they would be the easiest, and then started writing a letter to Andromeda, as the oldest of the Black sisters.  Even though he knew, from the memories, that Andromeda was nowhere near as hung up on formality as her parents, the forms still had to be observed, and it was always a pain in the arse to write and speak so formally.

Finally he finished writing and sat back with a sigh, to see Sirius looking at him curiously.  “What was that all about Prongs?  You acted like you were having to re-write 12 inches for Sluggy.”

James snorted a laugh and shook his head, “A potions essay would be a piece of piss compared to that letter!  I'm inviting your cousins to the party next weekend, and my father suggested that I have Moony and Wormy show up Thursday so we can celebrate my birthday in London.”

Sirius stared at him, “You're inviting my cousins?  Why? They're all a bunch of blood-snobs and will do nothing but look down their noses at Moony and Peter and the others.”

James nodded, “They do act like that, but did you ever notice it's only when their parents are around?  I'm curious to see if they spout the same garbage when it's just us around.  If they don't, great, and if they still act the same way... well, I found a great prank hex that makes farts glow, and if they get too annoying we can prank the hell out of them!”

Sirius' eyes lit up with glee as James described the hex, and insisted that he get to try it out.  It was fortunate that the hex didn't last all that long, because James was sure his parents would not have been amused if the two of them were fluorescing during dinner. It also stopped Sirius from asking why James had invited the three girls, which was the main reason James mentioned the hex.

Potter Manor

Wales

Saturday, March 20th, 1976

James was relaxing under one of his favorite trees, staring out over the lawn, his charms textbook open on his lap.  He wasn't actually reading, he was a million miles, or five years away, wondering what he would have to do, to avoid dying at Riddle's wand.   It wasn't that big a mystery, he needed to find a way to kill Riddle (and it was a lot easier to think of him that way instead of that stupid 'You Know Who' garbage), but he was only fifteen, what the hell did he know about killing anybody?    

It was almost a relief when he saw Sirius coming out of the house at a trot, although it was strange to see him carrying a book with him.   Sitting up straighter, he waved for his friend to join him, and waited until Sirius was sitting beside him.  

“What's the book, Padfoot?  I figured you were done reading after finishing that essay last night.”

Sirius shook his head, an unusually serious expression on his face, and he said, “It's something I remembered when I was thinking about the secrecy problem.”

James nodded, encouragingly, and Sirius opened up the book he was carrying, seeming to search for a page.  When he found it, he said, “When I was thinking about ways to keep something secret, I remembered hearing my father talking about putting some kind of secret under something called a Fidelus, but I'd forgotten about it until you said something.  It took me a while, but I found some information in the library, and wanted to show it to you.”

James smiled widely and reached for the book.  He'd actually been thinking about the Fidelus, but wasn't sure where Lily, in his memories, had found the charm.  This could work!

Scanning the pages that Sirius had pointed out, and whistled softly.  The spell would do what was needed, there was no doubt about that, but it looked complicated as hell to cast, and needed a really powerful wizard or witch to cast it.  He knew he was the most powerful member of the Marauders, but he wasn't sure he could handle the spell.   Maybe his father could, but did he really want to share the secret that widely?  He needed to think carefully about that, fortunately he had a bit of time, because he hadn't been planning on revealing anything until after his party anyway.

Looking over at Sirius, who was waiting impatiently, James gave him a nod and said, “Good work, Paddy, the spell would do what we need, but I'm not sure who could cast it, because I think it's beyond me right now.”

Before Sirius could reply, an owl came flying toward them, landing on one of the exposed roots of the tree.   The owl held out it's leg, showing the attached letter, and James slid it from the holder.  The owl didn't wait around, taking off as soon as the letter was removed.

Taking a quick look at the signature, it was from Narcissa, and she and Bellatrix would be happy to spend the weekend visiting, but Andromeda would only be able to join them for the party on Saturday.  That didn't bother James at all, since he had no particular interest in the oldest sister.  He was very interested in seeing if his gift would convince Bella and Narcissa to get naked with him, not only for the obvious reasons, but it would prevent them from getting pulled into Riddle's clutches.

Looking over at Sirius, he smirked, “This should be interesting.  Two of your cousins will be spending the weekend with us.   And if it all goes the way I'm planning, a lot of your family is going to be extremely pissed off by the end of the weekend!”

Sirius looked at him skeptically, but then he grinned, “If you know a way to piss off most of my relatives I'll play along, but when are you going to let me in on your plan?”

“As soon as we figure out a way to get the Fidelus cast, and trust me, you'll love it!”

Thursday, March 25th, 1976

London, UK

8:30 pm

The rest of the week had been fairly quiet, although Sirius had pestered him about more details of his plan.  He didn't say anything, and eventually the mutt calmed down.  

Of course that all changed when, after giving a magical oath not to say anything, Charlus told all four of them (Remus and Peter had arrived earlier that afternoon), exactly where they were going, and what he had arranged for the evening.   James found himself just as excited as his friends, even though he did have memories of having sex with Lily and a few other witches, but this was different.

Not long after they finished dinner and dressed in muggle clothes that his father had arranged, they took a portkey to Diagon Alley and then walked out into Muggle London, where a car was waiting for them.   During the ride, Charlus explained what was expected of them, in how they were to behave, and gave each of them a wallet filled with muggle cash so they could tip the girl they were with.

Eventually, the car stopped in front of a brownstone building, and Charlus was tipping the driver, telling him that he would see him in the morning.  Walking up the front steps, Charlus waited until the four of them were behind him, and rang the bell.

End Chapter One

I'm planning on showing what happens in the brothel, as well as the meeting with Bella and Narcissa next chapter.   I'm actually not unhappy with this chapter, since it was only half finished until recently, but I was able to actually get it finished over the last several days.   Hopefully I'll be able to keep writing now.