I’m going to do it. My way of course. It’s something I have been thinking about off and on for a couple of weeks now. I have to start planning out what type of story it’s going to be but in general it’s going to be popcorn fantasy fun ride.
God I can’t stand Harrison Ford. That old fuck ruined the character Han Solo for me. I’m going to rant a bit. That old ass fuck is such an annoying asshole. Not a good fun loving asshole but pure bitter bitch drunken old ass asshole.
This dude hated Han Solo for his own stupid reasons. He was all to willing to have the chance to kill that character off when he came back for Disney’s the force awakens.
Anyway. I got an idea of sorts in my head. George Lucas said that he was going for a decent enough tribute to Flash Gordan. A space opera feel with family elements. Simple story though. Big bad guys have princess and young hero along with handsome asshole must save princess and defeat the evil bad guys in space.
Now. I didn’t grow up with Flash Gordan the TV show. I just saw the movie as a kid. Kick ass movie by the way.
What I grow up with is anime shows and action movies.
Most importantly video games. If I can stick to the formula it will be “Something Wars” I haven’t got the name just yet. But it has to be something with Wars in the name.
I’ll need a wise old man. A young hero. Princess. Impossible mission. A dragon or empire of evil. Underdog story. The antangist will have to be strong and scary.
Angus Potter appeared in my board room on a Sunny day. This was wrong. I hadn’t called him to the court but he had shown up and I knew before he spoke it was bad. He was supposed to be on a mission.
Angus stared at me. “Call the Owls. We need to talk.” He said in a serious voice.
I touched my palm to my left forearm and summoned my brothers to take flight and return to our court. They appeared suddenly one by one until the room was filled with Mt brothers.
They all looked confused but then that confused turned to concern as they looked at Angus. He only stared at me.
“What happened. Is James fine?” I asked.
Angus shook his head. “No. A few hours ago after his graduation Neville gave me a box of crap and message from Sybill Trelawney for James. If the conditions were set for him to receive it.” He said.
The quiet in the room was uneasy. We all knew that name and what fate her messages held. I stood. “She gave your son a prophesy. Is he to slay the new Dark Lord?” I asked. This was all wrong. I had failed. He was only seventeen. Barely a man yet. How the hell did it come to this again.
Angus shook his head. “No. He is now the heir of Merlin.The man of the mist has returned to us.” He said in a cold voice.
My head hurt. This was beyond anything I thought to hear. I smiled feeling joy for first time in a long but my smile froze as I stared at him.
“This is a blessed gift for our people. A new era has begun. What’s wrong with you at last we have good news.” I said.
Angus stared at me. “To receive his appointment he had to go through life changing events. Be tried by the hells of fire and return from a distant future to our present.” He said.
I understood now. “You were given a message to as well. How far has he come from the future?” I asked. I couldn’t believe this. Distant time travel. It was forbidden and spell know was caste away.
“It’s impossible Nick.” Wells said from my right. “The boy wouldn’t know the art or spells to perform it.” He said.
“You such a dumb ass.” Angus said. I turned as I realized instantly what Angus had figured out. Of course.
“Angus. You can’t simply believe the boy or that old witch. She hasn’t told an Oracle in over fifty plus years. The boy wouldn’t have that kind of power yet even if he was the legend of the mist.” He said.
“No.” I said. “James wouldn’t need to do the damned spell. Angus. Me or one of the Owls would had to send him back because the war had gotten out of hand and we needed someone to go back far enough to warn us on the traps to avoid. It would mean we lost the war. Angus. How does he look?” I asked.
“He looks the same. His eyes. His eyes though are aged. He’s been through the shit. I know we must have to taught how to fight. He’s more powerful now and very angry. I think he might have something against you.” He said.
I turned back slowly to him. Angus stared at me searching me now. “I have to meet him. When he gets around me I’ll have an answer to your question.” I said.
“What question is that on my mind?” Angus said.
“Did I attempt to destroy the dawn of new era and harm the heir to our future. I will tell you the truth brother. I will not lie.” I said.
Angus nodded but his dark eyes stared at me with intent and purpose. I saw the dragon of the west now. “I keep my word Nick. To you and the court. You have my loyalty and I fight beside you forever. I can let go of Wells here running a thieving operation. He’s apart of the team. He’ll I can ignore a lot dirty shit anyone here is into. It is what it is. I want you to know the day you or anyone in this room comes at my son sideways for any reason I won’t give you any warning. I’ll burn you and your whole fucking court to ashes. That’s where I stand.” Angus said and disappeared.
“Nick-” Wells started but stopped when I looked at him.
“We don’t know anything yet. We have to gather as much information as we can on what James experienced and knowledge he gained of our enemies. We have a war to win. Remember. We lost in the time-line James came from. I have no intention on losing in my time-line. We are brothers. Angus has not turned on us so we must not do the same to him. The court of Owls fly united and together. We are brothers. Whatever dealings you have that may harm our unity end now.” I said and I looked at the rest of them. “You all sware not to harm our brother’s boy and family now or you may leave my court forever my enemy.” I said.
They held out their fist to me and nodded. I sighed. “Alright. We have to work fast to become closer to Angus and his family to gain the knowledge we need to win.” I said.
The Process of writing the James Potter series was a fun ride for my first parody. The writing wasn’t easy. This is my first parody series. A lot of lessons learned and work went just into the process of making as in the writing. Warning slight spoilers ahead.
Outline and note taking. I had to sit down and write down a plan. Charecter sheet. World building rules. Chapter word count. Moral focus. Themes. Several pages and lines of notes. I did this to save time but also to have a clear beginning middle and end for the first vol.
Research. I had read the entire series of Harry Potter books 1-7 and saw some the movies. So I had some knowledge of the world and feel of it. I still needed to refresh my memory on somethings. I used Harry Potter world wiki site as my guide and consulted an expert on the fictional world. Once I had the feel of the world down I broke it down again and added my own twist to it.
Parody. I wanted this to be a parody with the elements of comedy and other fictional devices included in the book. James Potter would not be Harry Potter. James would be archetype of three charecters. In fact the book would be like a mirror echo from a mirror universe. But, have a similar feel to the Harry Potter World.
Fictional genres. There are a dozen fictional genres I included in the series. The book is current era popular fiction online. All intentional. Eastern magical martial arts storytelling to isakai fiction and magical guns. A host of other themes as well.
How original is James Potter? I would say the book series is it’s own thing. It’s loosely related on Harry Potter book series. Harry Potter books 1-7 I would grade 12-17. I would grade the James Potter series 17 for Mature with guns & Roses and whole lot of action.
Audience. I made this shit for men and myself. I like action movies and 1911s.
Concept. The idea of the dark Lord getting blasted to hell with a magical 1911. Fucking awesome my dude.
All four were seated at a table with James and Angus seated together and Ava and Nickolas facing them. James used to hiding his emotions in front of strangers smiled but he was quiet as the atmosphere felt strange but bot Angus and Ava acted like old friends reconnecting.
Angus turned to Nickolas. “Count. Your letter was rather vague on details of the item that was stolen from you. If you could give me just a little more details on what it is and when you noticed it stolen then I can get to finding the item and the possible thief or thieves that stole it from you.”
Nickolas studied Angus’ face closely and he nodded his head. “Of course I meant the letter to be a little vague being I didn’t want to entirely trust the details the relaying of it into letter no matter the magical protection and wards you have on your owl. Ava if you would be so kind as to present the file to Mr. Potter.”
Ava bowed to him slightly and with a twist of her a few whispered words barely heard her wand appeared in her hand. She spoke barely above a whisper again and a document folder appeared in Angus’ hands.
“Thank you, Ava. Alright. Let’s see what we have here.’ Angus said almost to himself as he unfolded the document and started quickly scanning the contents humming lightly. He stopped on one page frowned and brought it out. It was large page moving photo of private home museum that was wrecked while men in dark scarlet trench jackets looking around the area scanning it with their wands.
“How many Aurors do you have on your case currently?” Angus asked carefully.
“I have five. A great many value items and relics of the past were taken from my private collection. None as important as the one you will be seeking and the wizard and killing for the annoyance he has caused me.” He said firmly.
The Count glanced at James. “Mr. Potter. I found it very odd that your father introduced you as James Potter. Yet, your mother has referred to you as Harry Potter. A name sake of your ancestor the one lived and slayer the Dark Lord.”
James was used to this type of behavior. “My father named me James Potter Heir to the house of Potter, defender of the old true ways, The last Hallow of the past.. So that is my official house name and title. My mother can call me whatever name she pleases. It is her right. It is the name she gave me in respect to my ancestor and her hopes for me becoming a great Auror as my ancestor was in his day.”
He said speaking in calm tones. Though his voice didn’t carry the same echoing power as his father it was clear and direct. The Count nodded stiffly and tried for a social smile. “Yes. Yes. I did forget that his career in the ministry as a Auror had been impressive after his defeat of the Dark Lord. Would you or your father care for a drink or something to eat before you and your father head off to your task for me?”
James looked at his Angus was smiling but shaking his head at The Count. “My apologies, Count but we’ll have to get going so we can handle your case.” He said.
The all started to rise from their seats. The Count shrugged and waved them outside back the way they had entered the restaurant. “I will live you to it then. Oh. I do apologies if the announcement of my engagement to Ava came as a surprise to you Mr. Potter.” He said addressing Angus.
Both James and Ava looked toward Angus. Angus shook his head. “No need to apologies Count. Ava is her own woman and entitled to her own happiness. I wish you both well.” He said with nod of his head. “We’ll be off then.”
James felt it again. Unease. He glanced at his mother one last time to her smile. “Mother. I will see you soon.” He said and leaned toward her. Ava met him half way the distance and he kissed her cheek. “I love you. Obey your father.” She said to him.
James nodded. “I will. I love you to.” He said and followed Angus out the way they had come in.
Angus wrapped his around James pulling him close while James notice his father hand a hand on his peacemaker. His father shook his head. “Close your eyes son. Nothing bad is going happen to you.”
James obeyed and they went into apparition. The feeling twisted apart to being pulled into yourself was worse because short period he had to rest his mind from it but soon enough they were somewhere else. James forced his eyes opened as Angus took his hand leading him into a store front shop.
James head hurt but kept quiet about it because seemed physically upset about finding out about Ava’s engagement. “I didn’t know mom was getting married.”
“She isn’t getting married, son.” Angus said in a distracted voice going to the front of the store and started looking around the small bookstore. James froze. “What do you mean? Your not going to do something to him are you?”
Angus looked at him and shook his head. “What?! Of course not. Son. Listen. We’re going to finish this job as fast as humanly possible send the item to that jackass by Owl and hopefully your not going to be connected to anything related to him. Remember son. You only met that man once in passing. We have nothing to do with him and ill feelings for him. Understand?!”
James stared at him. “Dad. You looked you were going to kill him.”
Angus snorted and shook his head. “Son. I don’t care about that little shit. He’s an obvious jealous hater and an annoying fan boy still whining and moaning about his idol being blasted to hell by my grandpa when he was seventeen. What a joke?!” He said laughing loudly.
James stared at his father and then burst out into laughter. “Dad. You can’t be serious.”
“Son. Riddle’s fanboys always call him the Dark Lord or refer to us as the descendants of the slayer of Dark Lord. They never call it for what it is. They all have the same damn pattern. They simply just don’t get.”
“What is it then?” James asked paused in middle of his laughter.
Angus had that glint in his eyes and stared at his son with a spark gaze and a funny grin on his lips. “Tom Riddle was a middle aged psycho that had been taken out by a seventeen year old wizard because he was a loser. His fanboys can’t accept the facts. Grandpa Harry beat him in the duel but Albus Dombledore and Severus Snape assassinated his ass with a daring nerve and a cunning planning.”
James nodded silently and patted his chest with his fist at the same time Angus did in memory of the true heroes that saved the wizarding world in the last war. He looked around the book store in question. “Why did you bring us here? Where are we by the by.”
“London!” Angus grinned. “Where here to get some information and visit an old friend while we have the time.”
“What’s noise?”
They turned to the back to see a two elderly females one with wild orange and gray long hair with large glasses on her in brown dress on and her companion a slim woman with blond hair and gray blue eyes that studied them both in surprise.
Angus grinned coming over as they’re stared at him in shock. “Aunty Hermione. You’re looking good. I wasn’t expecting to see the wonderful Luna with you as well. I’m back.” He said coming over to them.
They cried hugging and laying kisses on his face and head as they cried. James stood in place surprised and not knowing what to do. Though he hadn’t met his great great aunt in-law before he had met Luna.
Luna looked over at him and put a finger to her lips giving him a wink and waved him over. James nodded and quickly over to join in the greeting.
Angus had finished up repairs for the day on the front of the house and then he headed to his workshop at the back of the house. James had made himself and his father two beef sandwiches and two bottles of butter beer and carried them out to Angus on a large platter.
Angus’s workshop used to be a barn he had later converted into armor and workshop to build his weapons. The large doors were open as Angus stood by his work desk cleaning his weapon. Angus had on a leather apron and a genuine smile on his face as he saw his son. “Hello. Sandwiches on your birthday for your old man. You must have something big to ask me.” He said with a grin. He took one of the sandwiches when James offered it to him and bite into it and nodded his thanks to his son.
“Alright son. What’s on your mind?” Angus said after finishing his sandwich in four bites and opening his bottle of butter beer. James smiled. “Several things. I got questions though before I ask you.”
Angus shook his head. “Just ask me. It’s the happiest day of my life. So take advantage of the situation.” He said. James nodded. “Okay. Ah. I want to become as powerful as you are. Can I be your apprentice?” He asked.
Angus put his bottle down and grabbed his son in a tight bear hug and patted his back. “You just made my day even brighter. Of course. Of course. It would be my honor to teach you my craft.” He said and pulled away to grin at his son. “Okay. Give me your questions.” James stared at his father. “That’s it?”
Angus nodded. “Yeah. That’s it. We’ll get started today and by the time you reach my age you’ll be stronger then your old man when I become a gray beard. Go head ahead ask me your questions. I’m all game for answering you if I can.” He said with a chuckle. James very much doubted that he would be stronger then his father when Angus advanced to a gray beard in power. Though he was smart enough not to say it. He smiled. “Why did you stop using your wand?”
Angus lost a bit of the light in his eyes at the question but he nodded. “I had a wand at one point when I was a wizard. I’m a magi now and my profession is weapons smith.” James frowned. “Was? Dad you still are a wizard. I saw you use magic.”
Angus shrugged leaning back against his work desk and crossing his muscled arms across his broad chest. “I’m an American magi now but to answer you question I lost it in a duel. So I had to figure out another way of living. I traveled around spent some time in the wuxia and got a part time job here from an old soldier friend of mean.”
“The Wuxia?” James frowned tapping a finger to his chin. “I know that name from somewhere but I can’t remember. Who are they?“
Angus sighed. “The wizards of the far east as western Wizards call them. Wuixa is their proper name. They taught me a bit of the ancient ways before I came here and my friend helped me buy my ranch and get some employment going to start my weapons repair, trade and customizing business. Anymore questions.”
James pursed his lips. Angus snorted in laughter. “Come on son. Give them to me.” James grinned. “Okay. Obvious question why didn’t you get a new wand?”
Angus sighed shrugging his shoulders. “Once a wizard loses his wand well you know.” He said shaking his head. “Buying or winning a new wand isn’t the same. Wand chooses the wizard. So I had to let it go and search for another means of making magical contract of channeling.” He said and then picked up his butter beer to take another drink.
James frowned and studied his father. “What do you mean by magical contract of channeling?”
Angus held out his hand. “Can I see your wand for a bit. I’m not claiming it and this is not a duel.” He said. James frowned at him but he took out his wand and passed it over to his father. James felt the wand come alive in Angus’ hand.
“Easy now. Calm down. I just want to teach your master a bit of knowledge. I don’t need your kind. The peacemaker chose me.” Angus said.
James stared as he realized Angus was talking to the wand. “Dad.”
Angus held up a finger. “You feel it don’t you. That easy feeling the wand is having just being held in my grasp. Have you ever let any of your girlfriends at school hold your wand?”
I shook my head. “No and I don’t have girlfriends I just have girls I’ve been interested in before. One my friends and professor Longbottom have held my wand before. It never reacted like this. Can I have my wand back?”
Angus handed it back to him with a nod of his head. “That was another issue for why I don’t use wands anymore. A funny thing. Wands know I don’t need them anymore. Anymore questions though.” James started to shake his head but looked at the hybrid weapon on the work desk. “What is that?”
Angus glanced at his weapon. “Looks like a mogul weapon of war to me. It’s a engineered copy of a non-magical weapon. I call it 1911SC or the peacemaker for short.”
James shook his head. “It’s not just a simple copy of non-magi weaponry is it?” He said and started to reach for weapon as it glowed ruby red but Angus caught his wrist stopping James from touching it. He looked at his father.
Angus shook his head. “Your right. The peacemaker isn’t non-magi at all and neither is it a wizard kind hybrid. Remember the wand chooses the wizard. The reverse is true for this weapon. The magi chooses the peacemaker but it’s a mutual partnership. Do you wish to be a great powerful wizard?”
“Yes. I do. I’ll do whatever it take to achieve my goals. I must become a great wizard.” James said.
Angus smiled and quickly picked up his weapon and holstered it at his side. “Good. I can teach you what I’ve learned and help you become a great wizard.” James picked up his sandwich and took two large bits from it suddenly feeling very hungry all of a sudden. A question suddenly came to him as Angus grinned at him.
“Are you a wuxia master? What is the far east magical world like?”
Angus’ pursed lips shook with held back laughter. “It is a wonderful place. I am not a master by any means it would take me well over a hundred years before I achieved the level of my former master Zhao Chen. If you do well in your training over next six months then I will take you to see Chen and do a bit of exploring in the hidden temple in the hidden forest. Is there anymore questions you got because I got two questions for you now.” James had dozens or so questions swimming in his head but he wasn’t in rush now. He was free from school now and he had time to ask his father as many questions as he wanted. “I have dozens more questions but you can ask me your questions.”
Angus nodded. “So ah you got a girl your interested in?”
James chewed on his food a little before speaking. “Ah yeah. I talked my marriage plans over with mom and sense it is important event for the family to decide for myself-”
“So you do have a girl?” Angus said. James flinched back frowned. “I didn’t say that.”
Angus chuckled. “I heard the sub text in the middle James. I was your age. I knew your mother was the one for me in 2nd year. I never let up until she accepted the fact. Okay you don’t have to tell me who she is yet. No. Don’t lie. I know when your about to lie. Second question what are you going to do for a living?” James pursed his lips. “I plan to gain power like you and I have political aspirations to become the president.”
Angus nodded. “Continue.”
“I’m going to work for mom in her company in her magical spell engineering in between my training with you and my drive to gain power both politically and martially.”
Angus held up a finger. “Always remember son. Whether you choose to marry your girl or the one your mother chooses it just ain’t going to be a simple thing for you. I understand your reasons for keeping her hidden but eventually you’ll have to tell your mother. Two, I expect you to do your best while working for your mother. Don’t coast by on your ass or what your great great grandfather did. Do your best. Make your own legend. Three, you go for political power you have no friends but your family. One slip up and it’s over. So be sure of what you want. Position means nothing if the power behind the position isn’t yours by right. No one can give you power.”
James nodded. “Mother says you will be the most powerful wizard in the following decades when you come into your full power. Is this true?”
Angus shrugged. “I don’t know what will happen in the future. There are many powerful wizards and magi in the world.”
“Are you one of them?” James pushed.
“Yes.” Angus answered.
“Why aren’t you the president then? Why haven’t you taken control over America?” James asked.
“I don’t need the position. I already have power.” Angus said and stared at his son. “Power is power. No position can grant you that. You to have power first. It cost me a high price to learn what my father and brothers failed to learn. I’m telling you this now so that when someone comes to you and offers you a devil’s bargain for your soul you will know the proper response.”
