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Disclaimer:  I do not own Harry Potter.  I only own the plot and Marisol Mendez's persona, though the name belongs to Hermione G (Kara101).  Everything else belongs to the lovely J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note:  Well, here's the first chapter of my James II/OC fanfic.  This was written in response to Hermione G's 'Summary Challenge.'  I hope you like this first chapter.

More Than Meets the Eyes 

Beautiful chapter image made by chiQs_09 at eHPf!

Chapter 1: Summertime

James Sirius Potter made his way down to the kitchen for breakfast. His mother had been screaming up the stairs and banging on his bedroom door trying to get him to wake up for an hour. He had finally given up hope of getting any more sleep as he made his way into the kitchen where his parents, brother, and sister were eating their breakfasts.

James sat down at the table and poured a bowl of cereal.  The post came about five minutes after he started to eat, and he wouldn't have noticed except for the fact that a barn owl perched itself in front of him with a thick envelope tied to its leg.  He thought it must be his O.W.L.s results.  He took the letter from the owl and it flew off.

As he started to open it, he was keenly aware of both his parents watching him. He looked up and saw that his assessment was correct. His parents were anxiously watching and waiting for him to open up his results. He shook his head at them before he went back to opening the envelope. When he had unfolded the parchment within, he saw that it was his results. He had done quite well, if he did say so himself.

Ordinary Wizarding Level Results 

Pass Grades                                Fail Grades

Outstanding (O)                           Poor (P)

Exceeds Expectations (E)           Dreadful (D)

Acceptable (A)                              Troll (T)

James Sirius Potter has achieved:

Astronomy………………………………. A

Charms…………………………………….. O

Transfiguration………………………… O

Arithmancy……………………………….. E

Herbology………………………………….. E

Defense Against the Dark Arts…… O

History of Magic……………………….. A

Care of Magical Creatures……….. E

Potions…………………………………….. E 

“I did better than I thought I did,” he told his parents as he handed them his results.

Harry and Ginny Potter looked over their eldest son’s O.W.L.s results and then smiled back up at him.

“What would you say if we agreed to buy you the new Lightning XXX broomstick that you’ve been wanting all summer?” His father smiled at his son’s happy face.

“I’d say ‘how soon can you buy it?’.”

“I’ll stop on my way home from work.”

Both of James’ younger siblings were sending him envious looks because they too had wanted the new Lightning XXX. James finished up his breakfast and then he spent the day in a restless state, waiting for his dad to bring home his new racing broomstick.

James wasn’t the patient type. Quite the opposite.  He couldn’t sit still and had to be out doing something active. He looked exactly like his father, except his eyes were brown like his mother’s eyes. He was also popular. All the girls wanted to date him and all the guys wanted to be him. Though sometimes he felt that his friends were only his friends because his dad was famous and that made him famous, too.

His past girlfriends had been shallow, conceited, ego-centric, and he was pretty positive that they had only dated him because of his famous father. He had found himself thinking about whether or not there was someone at Hogwarts for him.  He just hadn’t met her yet, or maybe he would have to wait until after he graduated from Hogwarts to find that special someone that was meant for him.

Either way, James did not want to wait. He hated to wait.


In Spain a sixteen-year-old witch, Marisol Mendez, was in her room. It was late afternoon on Saturday and she had been reading for most of the day. The book that she was reading was Romeo and Juliet. It was one of her favourites.

Marisol had her wavy, chestnut brown hair pulled up into a ponytail and she was wearing a pair of denim shorts, a blue t-shirt, and her small feet were bare.

She had got her test results a few days ago and had done quite well on them. She had even managed to get a 5 in Potions! Quite the shocker, as she was not at all good in Potions and managed to blow up quite a few potions in her years at Madame Rosina’s Magical Academy for Young Witches and Wizards.  The grading system in Spain was a bit different than at Hogwarts; 1 - Dreadful, 2 - Poor, 3 - Weak, 4 - Acceptable, 5 - Exceeds Expectation, and 6 - Outstanding.  The only difference was that they used numbers for each of the levels of accomplishment.  Oh, and the fail grades were slightly different as there wasn't a Troll as the professors in Spain thought that was a bit harsh on the students.


Marisol looked up from her book to her partially closed door after she heard her name being called. She stood and walked out of her room and down the stairs to find that both of her parents were standing at the bottom waiting for her. She looked from her mother to her father before asking,

“What’s going on?”

“We have to talk about some things,” her mother told her as she motioned for her to follow them into the sitting room.

Marisol followed them and sat down on the couch while they both sat in two of the four armchairs that surrounded the couch. She looked back at her parents and could tell by the expressions they were wearing that it was not good news that they had to tell her.

“Marisol, honey,” her mother spoke to her in her Spanish accent. “Your father and I are getting a divorce.”

“What?” She asked as she looked from her mother to her father. “What do you mean you’re getting a divorce? I thought you two were in love.”

“We were,” her mother said in a soothing tone as she reached over to her daughter to try to comfort her. “But feelings don’t always stay the same.”

Marisol pulled back from her mother and crossed her arms in front of her. How could her parents get a divorce? Did they know what this could do to her? And who was she going to live with? She must have spoken the last question without meaning to because her parents both looked at each other before her father spoke for the first time,

“You and I will be moving to England,” he said in his British accent. “You’ll transfer from the Academy to Hogwarts, where I went to school.” He added the last bit with a smile like he was happy that she would be attending the school that he had went to.

Marisol opened and closed her mouth a few times like a fish out of water before finding her voice again. “But I like the Academy.”

“I know you do,” her dad said, “but you’ll like Hogwarts just as much, if not more.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Sweetie,” her mother said, “it’ll all work out, you’ll see. You’ll make new friends and then it won’t be so bad.”

“But I don’t want to be the new kid,” said Marisol as tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. “I want to stay here. Why can’t I stay with you, mama?”

“Because your father and I have both decided that this will be better for you.”

Marisol stood from where she sat on the couch and before she stormed up the stairs to her room she exclaimed in Spanish, “I won’t go! And you can’t make me!” 

That night, Marisol stayed locked up in her room and refused to come down for dinner. She regretted it now that she sat at her desk writing a letter to her best friend. She pushed her hunger aside as she put her quill to the piece of parchment in front of her.

Dear Maria,

            You’ll never guess what my parents just told me earlier. It’s by far the worst news ever imaginable. Even worse than that time you walked in the boys’ lavatory by mistake and there were guys in there using it.

            My parents are getting a divorce. I thought they were so in love with each other. All my life they have showed nothing but lovey-dovey affection for one another. How can their feelings all of a sudden change for one another? And this isn’t even the worst of it.

            The worst is that my parents are forcing me to move to England with my dad and transfer schools. But I’m not going. I refuse to go. They can’t make me go, there has to be a law against forcing your child to go somewhere that they don’t want to.

            Ugh, this is so unfair! And to top it all off, I’m starving because I have been locked up in my room since they told me. I’m starting to regret this method of teaching them a lesson by forcing me to move. Please help me, I don’t want to move!

Your best friend,


Marisol sat in her new room. Her parents had succeeded in uprooting her from her native country to a whole new country. She already missed it and more importantly her best friend. Her parents had let her visit Maria for a couple of days before she was to move so that the two could say good bye and promise to write as often as they could.

Her father had bought a house in a small wizarding village just outside of Ottery St. Catchpole. Bill Mendez tried to make his daughter more comfortable. He often suggested for her to go out for a walk around the small village to meet new people, because he knew how much Marisol liked meeting people. It hurt him that his baby girl was so unhappy about these change of events because that had been the last thing that he had wanted to do.

Marisol was sitting on her bed with an Arithmancy textbook in her lap. It was her favourite subject. She often bought extra books on the subject, more than she needed, just so she could learn more. She flipped the page just as there was knock on her door. “Come in,” she said, knowing that it was her dad coming to ask if she wanted to go for a walk around their new neighbourhood again.

Her dad opened her door and walked over to where she sat on her unmade bed and took a seat at the foot before asking,

“Are you settling in okay?”

Marisol shrugged her shoulders as she looked up from her book to where her father now sat. “It’s different.”

“Yes, that it is,” her father replied, “but you’ll get used to it. Would you like to take a walk with me?”

“Sure,” she nodded as she stood up after placing a bookmark in her book. She knew that her father wouldn’t give up until she agreed to go for a walk to take in their new surroundings. She went downstairs and out the front door with her dad. Father and daughter walked around the village and talked. Her dad told her all about Hogwarts and she listened intently.


Over the course of the summer, James had been practicing new moves on his new broomstick for when he went back to school. He was a Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He had been on the team since his second year. And he was also expecting to be made the Quidditch Captain as their Captain had just graduated this last year.

James was currently sitting on the couch in the living room of Potter Manor with a quill in his hand and parchment in front of him on the coffee table. He was sketching up new Quidditch moves. He would bewitch the parchment so that he could test how the move looked and to get an idea of how it would look in the air, but he had to do this when his mum wasn’t looking. His mum would yell at him for using magic outside of school while he was still underage; he wouldn’t be seventeen until February of next year. But James wasn’t really bothered by getting yelled at by his mother, he was used to it. 

Things were oddly quiet in the huge Potter residence in Godric’s Hollow as James sat in the living room planning plays. He didn’t notice how quiet though because he was too immersed in what he was doing to care about anything that could be going on around him. Though, his mum was suspicious of the silence.

Ginny Potter would peep in on her eldest son to make sure he wasn’t doing anything he wasn’t supposed to be doing. Then she would also look out the kitchen window at where Albus and Lily were playing one-on-one Quidditch in the garden. She couldn’t help but think this would be the calm before the storm. Her children were notoriously well-known for causing trouble and being loud.

Meanwhile, back in the living room James was yanking at his hair as he worked on a rather difficult move. He kept scrunching up the papers in which he had scratched out several possible altercations to the move in question. He finally just gathered up the sheets of parchment and took them up to his room before going outside with his Lightning XXX. When things got complicated he would fly to ease his mind. It always worked and this time was no different.

James accelerated from zero to eighty within seconds, his bangs blowing off his forehead as he did so. He ignored Albus’ and Lily’s yells for him to join them in a game of Quidditch. James just wanted to fly and feel the breeze blowing through his untidy black hair as the sun shone down on him. He didn’t feel like beating Albus and Lily at the moment. Though, he normally loved showing his younger siblings that he was a much better Quidditch player then they were.

James flew higher up and over the trees. His sister and brother were no longer in his sight as he continued to fly over the tree tops. He continued flying aimlessly around for hours losing track of time. When he glanced down at his watch, he realized that he had five minutes to get back to the house before his mother would get on to him about being late for dinner. He turned around and accelerated the Lightning XXX as he flew back in the direction of Potter Manor.

When James arrived back at the house, both of his parents were standing on the back porch. As James touched down he noticed that his mother had her hands on her hips and a stern expression on her face. James knew that look, it told him that he was about to get a telling off for being late and for not telling her where he was going. He was oddly reminded of Grandmum Weasley as his mother continued to look at him in a disapproving way when he approached them. His father stood in the firm way he did before he was going to give one of his lectures to any one of his children when they did something that they weren’t supposed to do.

“And where on Earth have you been, James Sirius?” Ginny started her rant when her son approached her and her husband. “I was growing worried when you didn’t come in with your brother and sister. Both said you had flown off over the woods. What were you thinking?!

“You know you aren’t allowed near those woods,” carried on Ginny in her scolding tone.

“I’m sorry, Mum,” said James. “I didn’t think before I flew off.”

“Obviously,” muttered Ginny with an eye roll before she turned to her husband. “What do you think his punishment should be?”

Harry didn’t even blink before he simply said, “No flying for a week.”

“One Week!”

“I can make it two weeks if you want,” said Harry. “Now go inside and wash up for dinner.”

James glowered at his parents before he went inside through the kitchen door and washed his hands in the sink. He sat down next to Albus and across from Lily. His parents came in.  His father sat at the head of the table and his mother sat in between his father and Lily. The family then started to eat once everyone was seated.


Over the course of a week James grew restless. He was just itching to get on his broomstick. That was pure torture on him. But it also gave him some room to think.

Something that he had been avoided thinking about ever since he had come home from school was his girl friend that he felt nothing for. He didn’t even know why he was going out with her. Maybe it was image or something along those lines. All he knew was that he had to end it between the two of them. He couldn’t go on pretending that he liked her when she was shallow and probably only going out with him because his father was famous.

James didn’t much fancy dumping her in writing so he figured it could wait until he saw her on September first. He had received letters from her since summer had started, but hadn’t responded to any of them. Maybe she would break up with him and then he wouldn’t have to. He hated himself when he had to break things off with girls. His best mate and cousin, Fred Weasley said it was because he was too nice for his own good. That was probably true.

James took after his father when it came to girls. Though he was a lot more outgoing with girls than his father had been, he was just as considerate. This wasn’t one of the things that most of the girls at Hogwarts looked for.

Most of the girls at Hogwarts liked guys that played Quidditch (check), was handsome in looks (check), a good kisser (check…not that he was over confident of himself), was funny (check), and was rich/famous in some way (check for both…his dad was famous for saving the wizarding world from Voldemort back in 1998). As one could see, he had a lot going for him.

Needless to say, James was not looking forward to when the end of the summer approached and he would have to face his girlfriend. He just hoped she didn’t cry or make a scene when he broke up with her.

Soon letters would be here and then they would all be boarding the Hogwarts Express for another school year.

This year is going to be different, James thought. I can feel it. 

Author's Note: 
Thanks to my new beta, slytherinprincess, for beta-ing this chapter by making it easier to read.  I'll post chapter 2 later today.

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