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maybedancanwrite · 11 months ago

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Nightmares

Pairing: James x Lily

Okay, this one almost made me cry writing it but I finally finished it. This was based off of this request. Hope you all like it! As always, I'm the author (please don't repost) <3!

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Warnings: nightmares, Harry and Lily dying(not really), James being taunted, hurt/comfort, fluffy ending, blaming himself

Word Count: 1,343

Description: After surviving Voldemort, James keeps on having nightmares of Lily and Harry dying. Thankfully, he has his family there to remind him that they are alright.

Taglist: @sylveryfire

He was running up the stairs of their house, without even a wand in his hand, coming to a halt in the doorway upon seeing Lily lying dead on the floor and Harry wailing in his crib. The shadowy figure of Voldemort stood over his baby boy, a green flash of light filling the nursery. He ran, tackling him only to fall through smoke and land on creaky wooden boards. Above him stood one of his best friends, a person he and Lily thought they could trust with their lives. Peter was no longer the fourth member of the marauders.

He was a traitor.

Then there was Snape. James regretted the bullying he had done back in school but he couldn’t quite shake the hate in the Slytherin’s eyes. It wouldn’t have mattered if he apologized or not.

They stood on either side of Voldemort, laughing. Mocking him for being unable to save his family.

“Look at you. The stag, the noble protector, a failure.”

Snape sneered, “Do you think that she would love you if she could see you now? Absolutely powerless to stop her beloved son from being killed?”

“I was always the odd one out. I wasn’t the one everyone loved. Everyone saw you, everyone adored you. I was pushed into your shadow!” Wormtail yelled.

“You thought you could defy me? A worthless, spineless disgrace of a wizard. You could have joined me and lived.”

He wanted to yell at them to bring his family back. He wanted to believe that Lily would love him and know that he did all that he could. He wanted to tell Peter that he was seen by him and Sirius and Remus. He opened his mouth but no sound came out.

“James! Wake up!”

He awoke suddenly in a cold sweat, screams ringing in his ears. His heart pounding unevenly in his chest. He sat up, pushing the blankets off of him. He could feel Lily’s concerned gaze trained on him and he couldn’t bear it. If he had only been a few seconds later, if he had forgotten his wand, she would be dead. Harry would be dead. And it would’ve all been all his fault.

James stumbled into the bathroom, using the counter to hold himself up. The door closed shut behind him, not wanting to reveal the depths of his inner turmoil to the world. When he finally gathered the courage to look at his reflection he was not surprised by the man that was looking out at him with bloodshot eyes and crazy hair. The bags beneath his eyes were permanent at this point.

Lily knocked gently on the door. “James? Are you okay?”

He had been waking up in the middle of the night for weeks. Usually she didn’t wake up in time to see this side of it. By the time she noticed he was gone he was in the nursery with Harry, attempting to reassure himself that his precious baby boy was unharmed.

He hesitated to open the door. He didn’t want her to see him like this, broken.

“James, please.”

Her plea felt like a thousand knives stabbing him in the chest. Splashing his face with water he tried to wipe away any trace of his lack of sleep. It was a pointless effort.

He opened the door, keeping his gaze trained downward, not wanting to look her in the eyes. He didn’t think he could bear it to see the pity, the pain in her eyes.

She reached out for him, her fingers brushing his chest as he fell to his knees on the bathroom floor. Lily kneeled down beside him, tentatively wrapping her arms around his shaking frame. He pulled her into him, his arms gripping her close like he was drowning and she was the only thing keeping him afloat. They sat that way, arms around each other for what felt like hours as he tried to stop the tears from pouring out of him. He tried to focus on Lily’s soothing touch as her hand stroked his back gently, trying to calm him.

He never wanted her to have to see him like this. He had tried to be strong for her, for all three of them. But he was a failure.

“No you’re not.” Lily said quietly, but firmly, pulling away enough to look him in the eye. “You saved us. We wouldn’t be alive if you hadn’t come when you did.”

“But what if I hadn’t?” He asked, tears threatening to fall.

“But you did. That’s all that is important. You did make it on time. You did stop him from killing me and Harry. I don’t want you to ever even think about the possibility. It didn’t happen. We’re right here.” She took hold of his hand and slowly brought it to her chest right above her heart. “I’m here.”

James finally looked into her eyes and was astonished by the love and kindness that radiated in her gaze. There was not an ounce of blame or hatred. Just love and care and understanding. He had always known that he was lucky to have her and their son but it was now that he truly realized just how lucky he was to have her by his side.

Maybe he didn’t always have to be strong.

Brushing a flyaway hair from her face he leaned in and kissed her. It was short and sweet but it managed to convey just how much he loved and cherished her. She brushed away the tears from his face before hugging him again.

“Are you ready to go back to bed?”

“Can we check on Harry first?” Lily smiled, understanding why he needed to see their son. That he needed to reassure himself that he was okay before returning to bed.

The two of them walked over to the nursery. Their footsteps were quiet as they tried to not wake their Harry. There he lay in his crib, clutching a stuffed animal. A stag. James had gotten it for his birthday along with Sirius who had bought a black dog stuffed animal. He remembered how they had tried to make a game of it to see who Harry loved most. He had instead crawled over Lily.

It hurt to think about how much had been missed out on because of that cursed prophecy. He knew how much Harry missed everyone. Hopefully the war would soon be over and they could return to normal. Normal sounded nice.

Walking over to his son’s crib he leaned over to brush some of his hair out of the way to kiss his forehead. Harry made a sound, wrinkling his nose, but he didn’t wake up. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for his son. Lily came up behind him, gently placing her hand on his shoulder blade, rubbing soothingly.

They just stood there for a while, their tiny family all together.

“It’s late, we should go to bed.” Lily whispered.

“Go on, I’ll follow in a few.”

“Okay.” She brushed a quick goodnight kiss against his lips before padding away into their bedroom.

The next morning she awoke to an empty bed. She had a suspicion that it had been empty all night. When she entered the nursery she was proved right. There James lay sleeping right in front of Harry’s crib as if to protect him from any dangers that may come in the night. When Lily approached them he opened his eyes and apologized sheepishly.

“Don’t be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry for being a good father. Because you are. I know it, Harry knows it. I’m just relieved that you actually got some sleep for once.”

“Maybe Harry could sleep in our room for the time being?”

“Of course.”

He stood up and hugged her, his entire frame sagging against her from exhaustion. Sensing his parents, Harry made his presence known.

Laughing they turned towards him and James scooped him up, pretending to fly him towards the kitchen where Lily started to make pancakes.

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maybedancanwrite · 2 years ago

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If Harry and Ginny's relationship was true to the books

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maybedancanwrite · 2 years ago

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Trust Him Like a Brother AO3

Ginny was excited that her mum met someone new after her dad died, but she did not realize that meant she would have to deal with Harry Potter being her new soon-to-be step-brother.

Written for Reputation Era of SeveralSunlitDaylights and for @takearisk-ao3 who supported me writing this shamelessly

if it makes you feel better, Harry and Ginny aren't step-siblings yet

July was unbearably hot. Unusually hot. And if Ginny were at the Burrow, she would go down to the pond, dip her toes into the water, and even, after assuring that no one was near her, strip off her clothes and take a dip.

But Ginny was not at the Burrow. Instead she was holed up in her brand new bedroom at her mum’s new fiance’s manor.

The whole thing was ridiculous.

Arthur Weasley died in an unfortunate accident that Ginny did not want to talk about when she was 11 years old. Molly Weasley had grieved for years, until she joined a widow support group where she happened to meet her brand new fiance.

Lily Potter.

Ginny hardly knew her because she was off at Hogwarts while her mum was going on dates with the tall, green-eyed, red-haired witch. And before she knew it, she received an owl from her mum that she was engaged, and they would move into the old Potter Manor instead of the Burrow during the summer.

Don’t get it wrong, Ginny liked Lily. A lot really. She liked how she joked that this old Pureblood Manor was now owned by a bisexual, muggleborn witch. She liked how she worked so many puns into her conversations. She especially liked how Lily would make her mum smile.

What she didn’t love about Lily Potter was her barely of age son who lived in the bedroom next to hers. Who shared a bathroom with her.

Harry. James. Potter.

Ugh. Ginny rolled her eyes at the thought of his name.

Everything about him annoyed her. The way he insisted on racing her on his brand new Firebolt whenever she was taking a leisurely flight. They way he ruined her favorite Weird Sisters songs by belting them poorly in the shower. The way he stole her olives off her plate at dinner, even if she was not going to eat them in the first place. The way his bright, green eyes caught hers whenever his mum said something cheesy, yet hilarious. And the way his jaw line-

She was getting carried away, but he was infuriating.

Just to drive the point home how infuriating he is, Harry was currently ruining the Weird Sisters’ newesting single, Graveyard Shift, during his way too long of a shower.

“Will you shut up?” Ginny yelled at the wall, banging on it to emphasize her point.

Harry’s voice only got louder. “I’m haunted by the way we kissed, stuck working the Graveyard Shift.”

“Fucking hell,” Ginny muttered under her breath. She probably would not have enough time to shower before they were supposed to meet her classmates at the Leaky Cauldron, so she cast a quick Scourgify on herself.

“Do you not like my voice?” Someone asked. Harry leaned against her bathroom door frame, towel wrapped casually around his waist, his jet-black hair dripping beads of water down his face.

Ginny cleared her throat, “I’m surprised the boys at Ilvermorny did not cast a permanent silencing charm on you to get you to shut up.”

“The boys at Ilvermorny didn’t have as big of a reaction to me as you do,” Harry said, smirking at her. “And I like getting a reaction out of you.” Harry shook his head, cascading water droplets all over her to emphasize his point.

“Stop-”

Her bedroom door sprung open with a thud.

“Hey Ginny! Do you happen to have any spare perfume? I forgot to spray myself before leaving home and Ron said you might have some. Oh, hello!” Lavender Brown said all in one breath. Her eyes darted between Ginny and Harry who at least had the audacity to look somewhat embarrassed meeting someone in just a towel.

Ginny went over to her nightstand and directly handed Lavender her floral perfume, not trusting her to catch anything if she threw it at her.

“Thanks, Ginny!” Lavender said, spraying an obscene amount of perfume on herself. “Sorry for interrupting,” she said with a wink before closing the door behind her.

Ginny took a moment to stare up at the ceiling before braving to turn back to the half naked man standing in her bedroom. “Sorry about her.”

“Ron’s girlfriend, I assume?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Ginny replied. “She is not too bad if you get to know her. She has calmed down a lot since when they first started dating. Mainly because she finally realized that Ron’s best friend, Hermione, was not actually trying to sleep with her man.”

Harry carted his fingers through his wet hair, “Actually, that is why I am in here. I was hoping you could help introduce me to everyone tonight. I really only know Ron, because of the whole soon-to-be-step-brother thing, and just a few of the other guys who are in the Auror training program with us.”

“So you want me to babysit you all night long?” Ginny asked.

Harry let out a small laugh, “I’m older than you, shouldn’t I be the one babysitting you?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Go get dressed, Potter. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

In the kitchen, her mum and Lily were standing at the stove together, swaying to an old Celestina Warbeck song. The sweet sight was ruined by Ron and Lavender snogging around the corner. Ginny grabbed a dishrag off of the counter and threw it at Ron, hitting him square in the back of the head.

“Do you two ever not do that?” Ginny asked.

Ron ignored her, giving her the middle finger as he continued to suck on his girlfriend’s face.

Harry bounded down the steps a few seconds later, “Ron, mate, you got to let the girl breathe.”

Ron detached himself from Lavender’s face with a gross squelch sound, “Fuck, man, not you too.”

“What can I say, Ginny is a bad influence,” Harry smiled over at her.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Let’s go. We are already late.”

“Have fun tonight, everyone!” Lily Potter’s voice called from the kitchen.

“And please send us a patronus if you need any help. I don’t want to have to pick anyone up from the Auror holding cell tonight,” Mum added.

“But if you do, make sure it was because you did something funny!” Lily called back. Molly let out a shock gasp before breaking into a fit of giggles at her fiance’s joke.

Harry caught her eye and grinned.

“Ew.” Ron said, “Let’s go before they flirt even more.”

The Leaky Cauldron was packed by the time they all arrived. The majority of Ron’s class was here and a good chunk of her class was present as well.

“Hermione says she has a table in the back!” Lavender shouted over the music, grabbing Ron’s hand and dragging him behind her. Ginny followed closely behind, Harry kept a hand pressed into her back to not get washed away with the crowd.

Ginny saw Luna first, although she was hard to miss, standing on top of a stool waving both hands at the four of them pushing their way through the crowd. Hermione sat next to her, hands gripping onto Luna’s legs preventing her from toppling over.

“Luna, please be careful,” Hermione begged, pulling her girlfriend carefully down.

Luna ran around the table and crashed into Ginny, giving her a bone crushing hug. “So good to see you!” Luna shouted. She turned and immediately crushed Harry in a hug.

“Oh, erm, Hi.” Harry stuttered.

Ginny laughed at Harry’s obvious discomfort. “This is Luna. My best friend, and Hermione’s girlfriend.”

Luna let go of Harry, she gave him a curious look before announcing, “Your head is full of nargles.” Luna turned to give Lavender and Ron their hugs.

Harry turned to Ginny, facing away from the strange blonde, “What’s a nargle?”

“Don’t ask,” Ginny replied, shaking her head at her friend’s creatures.

Hermione reached across the table to shake Harry’s hand, “I’m Hermione. Ron and Ginny have told me so much about you.”

Harry wrapped an arm around Ginny’s shoulder, pulling her flush against his body. “All nice things from Ginny, I’m sure.”

Ginny elbowed Harry, pulling away from his warmth and ignoring the swoop in her gut. “I don’t know what she is talking about, I do not talk about you.”

“Whatever you say,” Harry teased, rubbing the spot that Ginny’s elbow hit.

Hermione ignored both of them and continued on, “I heard you went to Ilvermorny, tell me all about it!”

The six of them discussed their life at school, and the differences between Hogwarts and the American school. Begrudgingly, Ginny admitted to herself how well Harry fit into the group.

“Quidditch at Ilvermorny is obviously more intense because we don’t just compete against the house teams, we also compete against the other American schools in the National Championship,” Harry stated smugly, taking a long drink of his butterbeer.

“That is not true!” Ginny cried, smacking her hand on the table, sloshing her own drink in the process. “Ilvermorny Central only has two house teams that compete against each other so automatically you have a 50% chance of making the championship! Hogwarts you at least compete against three teams. And it doesn’t matter if you win or lose, it matters how much you win or lose by to claim the Quidditch cup!”

Harry set his mug down, a grin dancing across his face, “So if the points are the only thing that matters, then the seeker must be the most important player on the pitch. Right?”

Ginny threw up her hands in frustration, “We are not having this argument again. I, alone, have scored more than 150 points in a game.”

Ron downed his drink in a gulp, “Well, I am going to go to the bathroom.” He stood abruptly, shifting his pants.

Ginny took a deep breath and counted down from ten in her brain.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6

Harry’s knees nudged her under the table.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

“I need to go to the bathroom too!” Lavender announced to the table, scurrying off after her boyfriend.

“Subtle!” Hermione called after her.

“Nothing was subtle about that. Did you see all of the nargles swarming around both of their heads? They almost had as many nargles floating around their heads as Harry and Ginny do,” Luna said in a sing-song voice.

“Luna!” Hermione cried, “You can’t use your mythical creatures to call out people like that!”

Luna swirled her Gillywater in her glass, “I am not calling anything out. I am just making careful observations that most witches and wizards would rather ignore,” she replied matter-of-factly.

“Do they always fight like this?” Harry asked, lips inches away from her ear.

Ginny turned in her stool so her back was faced to Hermione and Luna, her knees pressed into Harry’s. She leaned forward so she was facing Harry head on. Nose inches from his nose. “This isn’t fighting for them. It’s foreplay,” Ginny said.

They both turned back to the couple. One of Hermione’s hands was flying throughout the air as she was explaining the unlikely ability that Nargles existed in London during the summertime, while her other hand was creeping slowly up Luna’s thigh. Luna for her part just stared dreamingly at Hermione.

“I think we should continue this debate at home, Mione,” Luna said.

Hermione’s cheeks turned pink, “We probably should. See you two later. Say bye to Won-Won and Lav-Lav for us!” Hermione said, tugging Luna towards the door.

“Subtle!” Ginny called after them.

“Hey,” Harry said, knees pressed up against hers again, “Sorry for insinuating that I’m better at Quidditch than you.”

Ginny reached forward and grabbed Harry’s hand on the table, “Thank you,” she said dramatically, “because we both know I am better than you.”

She expected Harry to throw his head back and laugh at her, but he kept her gaze, eyes sparkling at her. His thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. Ginny felt cornish pixies flutter in her stomach.

“I need a drink,” She said, standing immediately, making her way to the bar.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. Her brain chanted at her. He is going to be your step brother in a month! She scolded herself.

But you aren’t related. Another part of her brain said. And there are many purebloods out their who have performed worse acts of incest than crushing on a soon-to-be stepsibling.

“You look thirsty. Can I buy you a drink?” A voice said, breaking her out of her internal battle. A man with sandy hair, brown eyes, not too much taller than her leaned ever so casually against the bar.

Ginny smiled at the stranger, “Yes, please.” He was a distraction. A perfect distraction from jet black hair, green eyes, and a toned abdomen that looked so brilliant in just a towel.

“I’m Jacob,” the man said, passing her a glass full of some smokey pink drink.

“Ginny.”

“Well, Ginny,” Jacob said, smiling at her, “Cheers!”

Ginny clinked her glass with Jacob’s and took a sip. Warmth of the drink flooded her senses. Her insides ignited, and when she looked back up at Jacob he was haloed in a warm glow.

He was more than the perfect distraction. Jacob was perfect.

She slowly brought her glass to her lips again to take another sip, but it was knocked out of her hands before she got the chance.

Harry stood next to her, eyes murderous. He was not looking at her, but rather he was glaring at Jacob.

“Hey what the fuck, man!” Jacob cried out. His voice sounded so regal. Ginny swooned at the sound.

Harry turned back to her, “Did you drink what he gave you?” He asked, voiced terrified.

“Yes,” She said, pushing past Harry, stepping closer to Jacob and his warmth. “Jacob is so sweet, and bought me a drink. So I drank it! He is so perfect.”

Harry stepped between her and Jacob, his back pressed against her. He lowered his head to look Jacob directly in the eye, “You better fuck off right now, and if you ever touch her again, it will be the last thing you ever do,” Harry said in a low voice.

Jacob got the hint and scurried off. Ginny tried to follow after him, but Harry grabbed her arm, pulling her close to his chest, “You’re coming with me.”

Ginny pulled her arm free from Harry’s grasp, “But I don’t want to!”

In one fluid motion, Harry swooped Ginny up and over his shoulder and carried her out of the bar. Her face smacked directly into his arse.

“You. Are. An. Arse!” Ginny shouted, emphasizing each word.

“An arse that just saved yours,” Harry grunted, shifting Ginny’s weight.

"I already have six older brothers to be overprotective, I don't need another one!” Ginny shouted, kicking her legs against Harry, trying to break free.

"Good thing I don't want you to treat me like a brother,” Harry retorted.

Ginny’s legs stilled, “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing,” Harry replied shortly.

Ginny lifted her head so she wasn’t staring at Harry’s backside. Diagon Alley was empty at this time of night, the only lights coming from the Leaky Cauldron and the dim street lamps of Knockturn Alley. The sound of Harry’s footsteps on the cobblestone echoed through the night.

Harry stopped, shifting Ginny so he could pull his wand out of his pocket. He tapped his wand in a pattern on the brick, unlocking the door.

“Why the fuck are we here?” Ginny asked.

“Because,” Harry grunted, carrying her through the door to Weasleys’ Wizards Wheezes, “That dickhead gave you a love potion that he likely got from your brothers. Which means, your brothers also likely have the antidote.”

Ginny wriggled, trying to break free from Harry’s grasp. “He did not give me a love potion! You’re just jealous because he has perfect sandy hair and warm brown eyes and all you have is night-black hair and stupidly, bright green eyes.”

Suddenly, her world turned upside down as Harry threw her off his shoulder and onto the ground.

“Stay.”

Harry turned his back to her, heading over to the WonderWitch area of the store, searching for the love potion antidote that she did not need. Slowly, she got to her feet, planning to make a break for it back to Jacob. Her world came crashing back down as she landed face first on the filthy floor.

Her brothers really should mop.

Rope bound tightly around her ankles preventing her from running. She used her arms to pull herself up. Maybe she could hop to Jacob. Rope flew across the room, binding her hands together too.

“Let me go!” Ginny shouted at Harry.

“Only after you drink this,” Harry replied, a tiny vial of liquid in his hands. Lover’s Antidote written in cursive font on the front.

Ginny tightly closed her lips, shaking her head no.

“Ginny, please,” Harry begged.

She stuttered for a second, wanting to make Harry happy. Then she remembered that he wanted her to stop trying to go after Jacob and she did not like that. With her bound hands, she tried pushing herself up, but Harry was quicker than she was. He wrestled her down, straddled her hips, keeping her pressed to the ground.

“Open,” Harry said.

Ginny did, opening her mouth wide for him, tilting her chin and arching her back up. She didn’t understand why in this position, with Harry’s weight pressed into her, that she would listen to him. That she would forget about what's-his-name, and her only thoughts being Harry.

With shaking hands, Harry tipped the potion down her throat, and she swallowed. Slowly, her senses cooled, and her wit returned.

“That fucker love-potioned me.”

Harry choked out a sound, halfway between a sigh of relief and laughter. “Good to have you back, Gin,” Harry said, grinning down at her.

Ginny smiled back up at him, shifting her hips underneath him, trying to find some relief under the weight of him. She stilled when she felt something very hard, that could not possibly be his wand, because that was secured firmly in his right hand.

Harry’s eyes widened, but he did not move off of her.

Slowly, Ginny rocked her hips up to meet him, daring him to make the next move. Either off of her and pretend this never happened or to thrust back into her. He hesitated a moment, but then Harry placed his arms balanced on either side of her, and rocked back into Ginny.

A shaky breath escaped her lips at the friction.

“So, do you tie up all of the girls you shag?” Ginny asked, big, brown eyes batting up at him.

Harry’s hand moved to Ginny’s tied up hands, pinning them above her head. “Only the girls that misbehave.” Harry leaned forward, whispering in her ear. “Do you promise to behave, Gin?” Harry asked, thrusting into her again.

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“Good girl.” He twirled his wand, wordlessly untying the ropes from her wrists and ankles.

And then his lips crashed to hers. Hands exploring every inch of her body. His weight fully pressed on top of her now.

Her hands were shaking from holding back from him. She finally admitted to herself that she didn’t want him like a brother. She wanted him for so much more. And now she couldn’t hold back. Her hands were in his hair, and then under his shirt, and then undoing his belt. Needing every part of him.

Harry wasn’t careful with her. Leaving bruises along her jawline with his tongue. He found the hem of her shirt and yanked it off of her, uncaring if it ripped coming off. Hands immediately found the clasp of her bra, freeing her.

“Merlin, your tits are even better than I imagined,” Harry groaned, mouth licking down her sternum.

Ginny arched herself into him as his tongue circled her nipple. “You dream about this often?”

Harry came back up so his face was even with hers, “Every fucking day, Weasley.”

His lips met hers once again. “I think about you when we fly together and the way your arse looks bent over the broom,” His hand grabbed her bum for emphasis. “I think about you in the shower with me, your tits all sudsy with soap,” Harry said, kissing her breasts once again. “I think about you as I lie in my bed awake at night. Wondering how you taste,” he voiced, barely above a whisper.

Excruciatingly slow, Harry pulled off her pants. He kissed the inside of her thigh, working his way back up before going over to the other thigh.

“Harry. Please,” Ginny moaned out.

“Anything for you,” Harry said, before diving in.

His tongue worked inside of her, hands tightly holding her hips in place. She felt warmth build as his tongue expertly worked on her clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” She chanted.

A long finger teased her entrance before plunging inside her. She needed him to finish her off, and she was so close to crossing that line. His fingers move quickly, pushing her closer to the edge, one she so desperately wants to be thrown over. He carried her up to the peak and pushed her over with one word.

“Come.”

Suddenly, she was free-falling, tossed right over her edge into a blissful oblivion.

Harry worked his way back up to her, leaving a trail of kisses as he went.

“Tasted better than I imagined,” he said into her lips.

Ginny pulled him into a crushing kiss. Heat pooling in her gut again. She pulled away, and stared into his green eyes, now dark with lust.

“I need you.”

Harry stood to pull off his pants. Ginny crawled over to him, kneeling before his length. She kissed the inside of his thigh before licking the underside of his dick. She stood, meeting Harry in a fierce kiss.

He picked her up in a fluid motion, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He set her down on the front counter. It was cold on her arse, but she could not care because Harry was teasing her entrance with his penis. Gradually, he entered her, inch by inch, filling her up.

“Fuck,” Harry cried out.

Ginny agreed with her entire being. With every thrust, Ginny saw stars. A galaxy of constellations blurred her vision as she felt herself being pulled closer and closer to the edge again.

“Fuck, you fuck good,” Ginny moaned. Her heels pulled him impossibly deeper inside her. Her hands wrapped around his strong shoulders and her fingernails leaving scratches down his back.

Harry let out a string of curses under his breath. His thrusts picked up speed, and Ginny knew that she would crash in any second. Harry’s fingers found her clit again, and with the increased pressure and deep thrust, she was gone. Exploding like a star, she came hard.

With a few more thrusts, Harry followed her cue.

Ginny smiled up at him, “Come here,” she said, pulling Harry’s face to kiss her breathless. Harry’s lips eagerly met hers. With time, the kisses turned more lazy before they finally pulled away.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Harry said, breathless above her.

Ginny let out an uncharacteristic giggle, “You’re amazing.”

Harry let out a laugh that made Ginny’s entire insides curl with pleasure. “Here,” Harry said, offering her shirt back.

“Just so you know,” Ginny said, pulling her shirt over her head, “I realized, I’ve been thinking about this almost every day too.”

Harry nearly tripped pulling his pants back on, “Really?”

“Really,” Ginny reassured, sliding off of the counter.

“So what should I call you now? My fuck-buddy? My boyfriend? My brother?” Ginny teased.

Harry cringed, “Maybe not that last one.” He spun her around so she was facing him again.

“Definitely, not the last one,” Ginny said before kissing him again.

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Happy Fathers' Day everyone! Written for @jilymicrofics prompt June 18th - enough

Lily had always been pleased with herself for marrying a man who could cook as well as she could, if not better. It meant that she had never had to worry about dinner if she hadn't sorted it out because James would do it without question.

On top of that, when Harry was born James had decided to quit the Aurors to be a stay at home dad, taking on all the household chores including cooking as part of his job. He loved waking up early in the morning to make her a pack lunch for work, adding charmed love notes which would turn into butterflies and flitter around her as soon as she'd finished reading them. Even more than that, he loved cooking with Harry, especially in the mornings when they were both sleep-ruffled and yawning, frying eggs and baking between sips of coffee. Because of their morning routine, they now had an eight year old who could cook a variety of breakfast foods and refused to eat anything as simple as cereal when he woke up.

All of this had cumulated in Lily's current situation: watching Harry mix up his eighth batch of pancake batter at six o'clock on a Sunday morning. It was Fathers' Day, and Harry had been scheming with Lily for weeks to make his father breakfast in bed. Knowing full well that he couldn't use the stove without supervision, he'd woken his mother up at 4.30am to get started. She was now on her third cup of coffee and every counter in their small kitchen was covered in stacks of pancakes. She watched Harry pull out a new plate on which to stack his latest batch and sighed.

"Harry, love, don't you think you've made enough pancakes?"

He looked up at her with wide eyes and pushed his glasses up with finger, smearing pancake batter onto the frames.

"Dad likes a big breakfast," he said. "I don't want to run out too soon."

She chuckled a little as she looked around at the countless pancakes filling their kitchen.

"I don't think that'll be a problem, Haz."

He bit his lip as he took a look around before turning back to the pan and pouring in another round of batter.

"Maybe just a few more," he muttered.

Lily groaned and lay down on the counter. There was no point in arguing with him, she knew from bitter experience. Harry would keep making pancakes until he had decided they had enough, no sooner.

She heard a deep breath of laughter from the doorway and then felt her husband's warmth behind her. He pulled her up gently and pressed a kiss to her forehead and she leaned against him.

"Morning, Evans," he whispered right by her ear.

"That's Potter to you," she muttered back. "Will you please tell your son that we have enough food to feed the whole of Hogwarts so we can be done with the cooking?"

Harry, who had been completely absorbed in flipping pancakes for the last few minutes, finally turned around when he heard his mother's voice.

"Dad!" He pointed the spatula accusingly at James. "You're supposed to be in bed!"

James moved over to ruffle Harry's hair and turn off the stove.

"Sorry, kiddo. Can't help that I'm an early riser," he responded. "But by the looks of it, I woke up just in time for a wonderful breakfast. Why don't you go set the table, and I'll chop up some strawberries to have with our pancakes?"

Harry nodded and headed towards the door, before pausing for a moment and turning back around. He ran directly into his dad, nearly knocking him over as he jumped into his arms for a hug, James just barely catching him.

"Happy Father's Day, Dad," the little boy mumbled.

James squeezed him a little tighter for a moment before he whispered his response.

"Love you, kiddo."

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maybedancanwrite · 2 years ago

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i’ve taken like a very extended break (like probably 7/8 years) from the golden trio era fandom but started wanted to read hinny again, any recs of long fics (aus canon compliment etc idm). is there like an ‘it’ fic of the hinny fandom ?

Hi! Sorry I took a bit to answer this, I have been inactive for a few weeks and just now decided to pop back on! If you take a look at my ao3 you'll notice I have a bunch of recs in my bookmarks, but I'll also give you as many as I can think of off the top of my head here lol. I don't read that many long fics but I will do my best, and if you want some shorter ones let me know and I'll definitely be able to give you lots of those!

Torch

Everything I Wanted

Extremely Non-Platonically

Orchards

The In Betweens

Noticing

Home-run (nsfw)

Harry's Happiest Christmas (nsfw)

There's also one that I read a very long time ago but now I can't find it, but if I remember correctly it was a pretty popular one so maybe someone else will be able to! I *think* it was called nerve but I have no idea who wrote it. I assume it was about Harry pining in HBP (like pretty much all the recs I just gave you are haha)

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maybedancanwrite · 2 years ago

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HBP masterlist

Okay guys I finally went through my 200+ bookmarks on ao3 and picked every HBP fic rec I had! I’ll likely do this with other categories (post war, smut, etc.) as well but for now, enjoy:

Everything I Wanted

Distraction

Hanging by a Moment

Ginny Weasley and the Green-Eyed Monster (canon divergence)

Sunlit Days

Aftertaste

Good Practice

Doodles of Doom

Harry’s Happiest Christmas (nsfw) (canon divergence)

Several Sunlit Days

All the Little Pieces

Oblivious

Kilig

Esgatinyar-se

Can I Just Touch Her?

The Next Day

Late Night Discussions

Better Than Firewhiskey

Chest Bludger

What’s That Smell?

I’m Sorry Too

The Pearl

Among The Loneliest Places

Missing Moment- Four in the Dorm

Chocolate (in the Common Room)

Merely Beardly

Torch

Scraping the Skies With Our Fingertips

Wannabe

Fantasies (nsfw)

Of Chest Monsters and More

The Life and Soul of the Team

Extremely Non-Platonically

Implied

At A Time

Crush

Acceptance

Good Together

The In Betweens (6th year)

Did You Expect This to Turn Out Better?

Hermione gets the Details of Harry’s Particularly Happy Hour Spent Down by the Lake with Ginny at Lunch Time

Losing All My Cool

Reckless, Even

Vocabulary Lessons

Summer Rain

Overprotective

A Perfectly Good Heart

Dear Jealousy

In My Dreams

Just Harry

Talking Is Hard

I Go On Too Many Dates (It’s Miserable and Magical)

Helpless

Think/ Hope

Like Passing Notes In Secrecy

He Wasn’t Sure Why

This Collapsing Night

Basorexia

For The Team

Someone Like Harry

Halloween Monster

Twenty-Two Days

Changing Tides

Noticing

I don’t know if you guys can tell but I really like HBP haha

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maybedancanwrite · 2 years ago

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@hinnymicrofic June Day 5: Dirty

Harry always came back from his playdates with Ron Weasley extremely dirty.

Molly had tried to apologize to them about that once. Lily had laughed it off. “Boys will be boys,” she’d told her son’s best friend’s mother.

“We’re sorry about Harry getting Ron into all this trouble,” James had added. “I’m sure he’s the instigator.”

Thus had borne the friendship between the adults as well.

This last one, though, had had her eight-year-old son grumbling like never before. “It’s not going to be just Ron and me this time!” He complained. “His whole family will be there.”

“Sounds like fun to me,” Lily had said, trying to wrangle him into decent clothes rather than the garish monstrosities he liked to wear at home. James’ influence, certainly.

“It’s not,” Harry whined. “Fred and George are cool, but Percy is the worst. He doesn’t like playing and is all smug about going to Hogwarts and is always lecturing Ron an’ me about getting so dirty!” He sniffed and crossed his arms. “And Ginny’s a girl!”

“What’s wrong with that?” She asked amused. “I’m a girl, I’ll have you know.”

Harry waved it off with childish imperious impatience. “You’re Mummy,” he said importantly, like those things were mutually exclusive. “’S different.”

“Oh, is it?” Lily began tickling her son mercilessly. “I’ll show you what girls can do!”

Harry began to giggle helplessly, attempting to fend her off. “Stop, Mum! Dad! Dad, help!”

It had grown into an all-out tickle and pillow war, with the boys ganging up on her before she trounced them handily.

“Don’t underestimate girls, son,” James had groaned at Harry, who nodded miserably in reply.

They’d sent him off with hugs and kisses through the Floo, and Molly came in their fireplace to announce his safe arrival.

“He loves Ron,” James assured her. “And he’ll get over the others being there. He’ll have fun.”

Lily smiled at him mischievously. “And whatever will we do while he’s there?”

They had plenty of fun themselves, and were waiting for Harry to come through three hours later.

He was practically glowing, despite being so incredibly dirty.

“She’s amazing!” He said, starstruck.

They exchanged a look with raised eyebrows. Their son looked to be in love. “Who is?”

“Ginny, of course!” Harry exclaimed, like they were ridiculous for not knowing when he hadn’t ever expressed anything like this. “She played awesome! She was on my team, and we beat everyone!” He beamed.

“Wow,” James said enthusiastically. “She sounds great.”

Harry nodded wildly. “And she flies really good, Dad. Better than you, even!”

Lily highly doubted a seven-year-old girl flew better than someone who could have gone professional, but amused at their son’s gushing, they humoured him. “Oh really?”

“I’ll have to fly against her, then.” James said, smiling.

“She’ll beat you,” Harry assured them. “She’s the best. I told Mrs. Weasley that she should always be there to play with us.”

“So she’s a better friend to you than Ron?” James asked.

Harry looked conflicted, before his face cleared. Lily couldn’t wait to hear his reply. He adored Ron from the bottom of his heart, but it looked like Ginny was his first crush. She couldn’t believe her baby was so grown up already.

“No!” He exclaimed. “Ron’s my best friend. Like Uncle Sirius is to you, dad!”

“And what is Ginny?” He asked.

“She’s what Mum is to you!” Harry said, obviously very pleased with himself. Lily and James both choked, in laughter and shock. “I’m gonna marry her someday!”

Lily recovered first. “Sure thing, big boy,” she ruffled his hair and he pouted up at her. “But now you need to go wash and get all that dirt off you.”

He nodded easily – he was an obedient child except for his wild streak – and made his way up the stairs to his room. Lily and James stared at each other.

“His first crush,” James said, sounding half-pained, half happy.

“Apparently, he’s going to marry her one day,” she said, experience the same mixture of emotions. “Let’s not tell him kid crushes don’t usually work out.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” James grinned at her. “Mine did.”

“Oh, shove off!” Lily grumbled playfully, but she was smiling.

“I was eleven years old when I got my first crush, and I did end up marrying her.” James continued. “Who’s to say Harry won’t?”

“Who’s to say indeed,” Lily laughed, kissing her husband.

Harry and Ginny’s story would certainly prove to be interesting.

Lily couldn’t wait to see that and the rest of her son’s life unfold.

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maybedancanwrite · 2 years ago

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Hi. Could you suggest Arranged Hinny fic or love after they get married Hinny fic of you have one. Thank you

Here you go

The Pact by Accusatrix

The Bargain by Mr. Intel

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maybedancanwrite · 2 years ago

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Hii welcome back <3<3 I enjoy your writing, so much so here's a possible prompt idea: how would it happen Sirius giving Harry his Firebolt in your jily lives au?

Thank you! That was such a fun prompt to work with!

Read on AO3 or below the story of How Sirius Saves the Christmas of the Potters (his words, not mine).

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Thirteen years' worth of presents

This is the coldest Christmas Sirius has ever spent with the Potters.

It still beats all of his Christmas with the Blacks, but not by much; he blames the Potters for raising up his standards so much. For the last twelve years, they’ve all made him feel so joyful at this time of the year, with James’ gleeful excitement for Christmas, Lily’s passion for decoration and Christmas carols, and Harry’s pure cheerfulness with everything related.

Now the house is quiet, and not even his unexpected appearance is enough to warm the mood. One would think that his presence, in the middle of a national manhunt, after months away, would be enough to cheer them up a little.

When he tells Lily this, she just sighs and hands over a cup of tea, heavy with the smell of cognac. “It’s not you. It’s him.”

Him, Sirius thinks grimly. Voldemort’s name is spoken freely in that house, but no one can mention Peter’s name, despite the fact that his face is in every newspaper, in every wanted poster out there.

And then that familiar self-hatred arises on his chest—if he had already done his job and had caught Peter… if all those years ago he hadn’t let Peter slip out of his fingers… if he hadn’t suggested exchanging himself for Peter…

Sirius shakes his head, sipping the tea quietly.

He leaves the house; the air outside is no better, a misty morning that it’s not helping anyone. He stretches his back, considering a morning run just to do something, when he sees a figure cut against the mist. The funny thing is that he can't tell, from that distance and with that weather, if it’s James or Harry. They look remarkably alike, to the point they could be twins. Sometimes Sirius wonders if his non-existent child would look like him; he isn’t sure, but he is certainly happy himself if nothing like his own father.

As the figure gets nearer, his shapes are more distinct and the differences are suddenly evident. Harry is still short, not having gone through his growth spurt yet; his eyes are Lily’s bright green; and he is miserable in a way that 13-year-old James never was.

For a brief moment, Sirius considers just going back to the house. Between James’ grumpy mood and Harry’s unhappy one, he is sure that Lily’s quietness would be the easiest choice; too bad he was never one to do the uncomplicated thing. “Hey, kiddo.”

“Hey,” Harry says absently, walking past him to store the broom on his hand in the nearest shed.

“Not the best flying conditions,” tries Sirius. Harry shrugs.

“I didn’t fly. This broom hates me.”

“Er… isn’t this the same Cleansweep Five you’ve always practiced with?”

“Yeah, and it knows I replaced it with…” But his voice breaks, and Harry takes a second longer than necessary to continue. “It knows it was replaced. The broom chooses the wizard.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s wands, not brooms.”

Another shrug. “I felt I would just fall out of the broom if I tried. And Merlin forbid that I do anything remotely dangerous these days.”

“Hum—”

“Because obviously I’m a stupid kid who would be targeted in the middle of Hogsmeade—it’s not like with those freaky dementors patrolling around and Dumbledore near by I would be protected, no—”

“Harry—”

His godson takes a deep breath. “Sorry. It’s not your fault.”

“Actually, if I had caught him already, you would be free to go to Hogsmeade.”

“No…” But Harry’s mind seems distant now. “You are doing all you can, I know it.”

“Lousy excuse of an Auror I am if I cannot—”

“No.” Harry’s voice is firm now. “It’s him. It’s… it's Peter Pettigrew’s fault, everything.”

Something about the tone in his voice makes Sirius watch him carefully; he always felt like he had a sixth sense, something his dog form could always catch even when his human senses seemed to be lacking. The way Harry said it, it’s almost as if he knows… but James, stubborn as he is, wouldn’t have told him…

“How is the case?” Harry asks him, sitting by the porch and watching him with an unreadable expression.

“The same as months before, which is going nowhere.” Sirius joins him. “Sorry, no trips to Hogsmeade for you in the near future.”

Harry snorts. “That’s fine for me,” he mumbles, leaning against the rail and closing his eyes. “I thought you would be with Professor Lupin today.”

“Professor Lupin,” Sirius repeats, half-teasing and half-fonding. “Can’t believe you call him that.”

“Well, I couldn’t go with Uncle Moony during school. Snape would love it, he already believes I'm favoured.”

“Hmph. Snape. Bet he’s hating that Moony got his dream job.”

A frown clouds Harry’s face for a moment before he blinks it away. “Even more after that boggart lesson.”

“Which boggart?”

“Neville’s boggart was Snape.” A smirk shines on Harry’s lips now. “Professor Lupin suggested that Neville could imagine him in his grandmother’s clothes.”

“No way. Augusta Longbottom’s clothes? Not the hat with—”

“With the stuffed vulture, yeah.”

“I can’t believe Moony hasn’t told us! Worse, I can’t believe he didn’t take a picture of it!”

“He can’t now, can he? He’s all professional—I say he would even take points from me if he caught me out of curfew.”

“That would be so hypocritical, he never took points from us.” Harry giggles. “Can’t argue with him being all professional, though. Moony told us he would rather stay at Hogwarts… Mind you, exchanging our amazing company by Snivellus’, really…” But he grimaces as he looks around. “Even though I bet Hogwarts is more festive than this place here.”

“Yeah…” Harry glances around with a frown that suggests the mist has done him a great offence. “Snow is so much better than this horrible weather.”

That was not exactly the problem with this holiday, but Sirius decided not to engage in this discussion right now. “The mist is too creepy for you?”

“It reminds me of dementors,” Harry whispers with a shiver, his eyes dark now, staring at things that Sirius can’t see. “I hate them, Sirius. I hate knowing how close they are at Hogwarts—”

Cold fury washes over him. “I know,” Sirius says, not minding to growl. If he closes his eyes, he still remembers the night of that Quidditch match, when the dementors invaded the field, drawn to the joy they had felt there—and how Harry had fallen and fallen…

“I don’t know how you can even step foot in Azkaban.”

Sirius shakes his head, forcing himself to push that memory to the darkest corner of his mind. Harry survived, that’s what matters.

“Well, at the end of the day, I know that I’ll leave there, that I’m innocent of any crime. So the dementors can remind me of all the bad memories they want, knowing I’ll walk freely out of there—it protects me.”

“I wish it were that easy—how… how can you just forget those memories?”

Sirius watches him closely. Surely Harry has faced some challenges so far, but what memories could he have that affected him so much to the point of losing conscious?

“What do you remember, Harry?”

Harry bites his lip, a line marking his forehead, the same one that Lily spots when she is troubled. And as if also thinking about his mother, Harry glances inside the house before looking down.

“Things,” he says finally, jaw set in Lily’s most tenacious expression, and that’s how Sirius knows he won’t share more than this. “Another thing I have to thank Peter Pettigrew for. Dementors. My Nimbus 2000. Hogsmeade. That defeat in the match. He has only brought misery around here, hasn't he?”

More than you could imagine, Sirius thinks grimly, but he offers Harry a kind smile. “It was only the first match of the season. Gryffindor still has a shot.”

“I hope so. Losing the snitch still haunts me…” Harry blinks. “You were there on the day of the match, weren’t you?”

Sirius flushes, as embarrassed as he can get. “Yeah, I couldn’t help it.”

“You could have warned me!”

“It was sort of a secret mission—”

“That’s why you went as Padfoot?”

“Yeah… I thought there was a trail but it went nowhere.” He shakes his head, not wanting to share how he explored all the shortcuts he’d known during his time at Hogwarts, but if Peter was there, he wasn’t apparently using any of them.

“You nearly got me killed, did you know that?”

“Wasn’t that the dementors’ fault?”

Harry rolls his eyes. “No, before. I saw you in the stands—I thought you were the grim.”

“The—what?”

“Black dog, death omen. Trelawney sees it in my teacup all the time.”

“Trelawney?”

“Yeah, Professor Trelawney, from Divination. She’s a fraud, really.”

Sirius nods, but he doesn’t say anything. He realises now from where he knows her name and, fraud or not, this Trelawney woman got at least one moment in her life where she was the real deal, and that moment changed everyone’s lives.

“I should have listened to you and not have enlisted for this class,” Harry adds, shaking his head in mock lament.

“I don’t know,” Sirius says teasingly. “There is always a black dog around you.”

Harry laughs, accepting his joke. Sirius grins with him; it’s better that Harry doesn’t take Divination too much into consideration.

“Well, try not to scare me to death again, will you?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“You could have come by to see me later.”

“Secret mission, remember? People might have suspected if this black death omen dog showed up at your side. And besides, I knew you were all right. I had the best gossip source.”

“Dad?” guesses Harry.

Sirius smirks. “No. Hermione’s cat.”

“Crookshanks? You’ve made friends with that beast?”

“That’s the smartest cat I’ve ever met! We hit it at once!”

“Should I schedule the wedding?” Harry teases him, laughing when Sirius shoves him playfully. “Ron hates Crookshanks. Ever since he came into Hermione’s life, Scabbers won’t show up for anything, always hidden inside one of Ron’s socks.”

“Scabbers?”

“Ron’s rat. Can’t blame him, Crookshanks would scare me if I were a small rat also.”

Sirius smiles, but a thought comes to his mind. “What kind of—”

“Padfoot.” James’ voice interrupts him. At Sirius’ side, Harry stiffs, but he keeps looking ahead. James’ gaze flicks to his son for a moment. “Crouch is calling for you in the fireplace.”

“Oh, no.” Sirius sighs heavily. “Not Crouch.”

“What’s his problem?”

“If the Head of the International Magical Cooperation is looking for me, I have a problem. Even worse, an abroad problem.” He stretches his back as he stands up. “Don’t mind my call, you two can talk if you want.”

James frowns at him, an expression that’s mirrored on Harry’s face. Sirius tries not to smile at this; they are both too stubborn sometimes.

He is not surprised to find them standing in the same positions when he returns minutes later; it doesn't look as if they’ve said any word at all.

“Ireland,” Sirius declares ruefully. “There’s a hot tip that Pe—that he was spotted in Dublin last night.”

“Dublin?” James asks skeptically. “What would he be doing there?”

“Oh, great.” Harry mumbles. “Another place I’m forbidden to go.” He stands up, arms crossed, and looking very much like the teenager he is as he pointedly ignores his father. “Will you be back by tomorrow? It's Christmas.”

“Let’s hope so.”

Harry smiles briefly at him, then he walks past his father without saying anything.

James waits until Harry is out of sight to raise his eyebrows, looking at Sirius rather sternly. “You know you won’t be back.”

“No, but let the kid wait for a Christmas miracle. It’s better than giving him no hope.” He shifts his weight from one feet to another, suddenly unsure if he should say anything, but Sirius is very good at acting recklessly. “You should make up with him.”

“Don't you think I want it? But Harry hates me. I’m only trying to protect him and my son hates me.”

“Harry doesn’t. Trust me, this is coming from someone with a truly messed up family. Harry may be mad and upset but he won’t ever hate you.”

James doesn’t answer him.

“Have you talked to him? It would be much easier if he—”

“No.”

“Is this how you wanna spend the holidays? With you two not talking to each other, not—”

“I—I’m the father here, Sirius, I can’t—if he’s gonna be mad at me, if he’s gonna complain it isn’t fair he can’t go to Hogsmeade, then so be it. I will do anything I have to do to protect him, especially…” James’ eyes glow darkly. “Peter won’t get him. Not again.”

For a moment, Sirius thinks he sees a shadow moving inside the house, but when he looks there, there is no one.

He shakes his head, trying to arrange his lips into a comforting smile. “Of course he won’t. I will craft the perfect mousetrap in Dublin and he’ll fall for it. It will be my Christmas present for Harry, a brand new permission slip for him to go to Hogsmeade.”

“That would be a worthy present.”

“Well, it’s the first time I won’t be around for Christmas. It has to be something to make up for it.”

James shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. “Just come back safely, you know that’s all we want.”

“I never know if I should weep or be offended when you worry about me, Prongs.”

“Oh, shut it, Padfoot.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The brown package is the last gift Harry has left to open. He stares at it uncertainly, picking up the Christmas card before anything.

Sirius’ letter is short.

Harry,

I’m sorry for missing Christmas this year. Please consider it an adequate present for your godfather’s absence — and also for your next thirteen birthdays and Christmas.

I wish you a very happy Christmas. I heard it’s the perfect time of the year to enjoy your family and forgive old grievances. Just saying.

I’ll see you again soon.

Sirius.

He frowns slightly at Sirius’ recommendation, not subtle at all, but then all thoughts are gone from his mind as he unwraps Sirius’ present and there it is. The dream broom Harry he’d obsessed over in the summer, all shining and new and impeccable.

“What the—” He closes his eyes and opens them again, and yet the Firebolt remains there, hung absurdly in midair in front of the Christmas tree in the middle of the Potter’s living room. Sirius has gone over the edge this time, this can’t be real—

“What the—” Harry turns around sharply. His father is at the door, staring at the broom with the same bewildered look that Harry knows it’s in his face. “Where did you get this?”

“Sirius sent me,” Harry says. And then, because he can’t stop himself, he adds: “Unless somehow Pettigrew jinxed it.”

His father flinches; guilt floods Harry at once. He hadn’t truly meant to snap at his father, but sometimes his tongue is quicker than his brain, lashing out his anger even when, at his point, he isn’t even that angry with his father anymore.

Not after what he heard on the day he went illegally to Hogsmeade, truly defying his father for the first time in his life. Not after he’d finally understood what he had only seen before: how his father gets upset whenever the topic of Peter Pettigrew arises, how this goes beyond any wild attempt to overprotect him.

“You remember their little group, Rosmerta,” Professor McGonagall had said. “James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. They were thick as thieves, always together, the four of them.”

“Fidelius Charm,” Professor Flitwick had explained. “An immensely complex spell—and Pettigrew was their Secret-Keeper.”

Madame Rosmerta had looked surprised. “Not Sirius Black?”

“They thought it was the perfect bluff, Rosmerta,” the Minister had answered. “Black convinced them, such an ingenious idea — it almost killed Black also how he went after Pettigrew the day after… I was only a Junior Minister at that time and I still have dreams about it sometimes, a crater in the middle of the street, all those bodies…”

“And James,” Professor McGonagall had added, her voice strangely rough. “He has never forgiven himself for not seeing what Pettigrew was… For handling the fate of his family to a friend who betrayed him.”

And whenever Harry looks at his parents ever since coming back for the holidays — ever since the dementors — all he can hear is his mother’s pleas that Voldemort doesn’t kill him, how she begs for Voldemort to kill her instead. He had never heard her sound so frightened, and if it all had happened because of a betrayal, because of that man Harry had seen in the newspaper, a man who had been one of his father’s closest friends…

And his father had sounded so gaunt while talking to Sirius… he tried to imagine how he would feel if Ron or Hermione had betrayed him, but that felt as impossible as the sun not rising—and if his father had felt like this only to discover his old friend was still alive…

“I’m sorry,” he whispers uncertainly. “Do you… do you wanna strip it down or—”

“I don’t think anyone has jinxed it,” his father says, taking a step closer. He is fidgeting with his hands, looking as unsure as Harry feels. “Sirius would be cautious.”

“Hum.” Harry smiles tentatively. “Dunno. He did send me a broom that is worth… I don’t even know how much.”

“Well, he isn’t cautious with his money, that’s for sure.” They exchange a smile that dies shortly. There’s a beat and then Harry feels it again, that wall that seems to exist between him and his father, with all the secrets they can’t share with each other.

He hates this wall so much.

Perhaps it’s a feeling that his father understands, because he winks at Harry, trying. “Shouldn’t you be outside?”

“What?”

“This Firebolt wasn’t made to indoor flights.”

“But—can I keep it? For real? I mean—I’d be happy with my old Nimbus—”

“Hey, don’t insult the Firebolt. The broom has to choose you, don’t forget it.”

Harry grins. “Yeah, I know.”

“I’ll let Sirius know he’s forbidden to give you anything else for the next ten years, though.”

“Thirteen.” Harry raises the letter, smirking. “The Firebolt is thirteen years’ worth of presents.”

His father laughs. It’s the first time Harry has heard the sound of his laugh this holiday and just now he realises how much he was missing it.

“Go on then,” his father says, moving to sit by the Christmas tree on his favourite couch.

“Dad?”

“Yes?”

Harry bites his lip; his chest is heavy with his urge to ask his father why he was never told about Peter and the betrayal, even more with his crave to admit what the dementors made him relive. He wants his father to tell him that he is safe, to protect him more than just by forbidding him to go visit a village, to somehow cast an aura of protection around him that no dementor will ever penetrate again.

But he can't ask this of his father; Harry doesn't want to share this burden, not when his father already carries the guilt for Peter on his shoulder for the past twelve years.

So he just asks instead: “Do you wanna fly with me? We could race in the garden.”

There’s a shine of undisguised hope in his father’s eyes, but he just smiles quietly. “Only if we take turns with the Firebolt. I want to feel that acceleration of 150 miles an hour in ten seconds.”

Harry smiles back. “Sure.”

As they are leaving the room, his father glances at Sirius’ letter. “Christmas miracles,” he mumbles. “Not bad, Padfoot.”

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Hi!! Do you know the name of a fic (its an older one) that: Jily lives, Lily is president of the US, Ginny is an ex-boxer who moved to the US for college, Harry is struggling to find his way/what he wants to do, Sirius is Harry's bodyguard, Ron comes to visit and meets Hermione, Ginny lives with Luna? It was completed and the sequal was started to be posted and I can't remember what it was called anymore... Thanks!

This sounds like half awake and almost there by Annerb though i'm a bit thrown by it being described as older, but it's probably my perspective that's skewed...

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oh my god i just saw your post about 1k followers!!!! Congratulations Mah <3 <3 well, to celebrate, here's a prompt on the world where jily lives: Lily talking to Ginny in Harry's sixth year, it can be about anything, about Dean, Harry, boys in general, or whatever you want ahahaha

Thanks so much, Sweet! Here's Lily talking to Ginny and being a very discreet if only slightly insistent Hinny shipper:

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"Again, thank you so much, Lily," says Ginny, closing the door of the loo behind her.

Lily smiles. "No problem. Do you need anything else?" Ginny shakes her head, but Lily sees the grimace crossing her face for a moment. "Are you sure you don't need anything for cramps?"

"I don't want—"

"It's no trouble," assures Lily at once. "I can brew this potion in my sleep—it's very easy, actually."

"Can I help you? It would be useful to learn how to do it."

"Sure, let's go down to my office." As they are walking down the stairs, Lily adds: "You know, there should be a class at Hogwarts for those useful potions."

"I don't imagine Snape teaching us this," Ginny quips, laughing.

Lily tries not to betray any emotion. "No, I'm guessing he wouldn't."

Ginny opens her mouth to say something, but they are interrupted by the arrival of Harry as soon as they appear in the hall.

"You are taking so long,” he complains, looking at Ginny. “I’m waiting for you to begin the game.”

Ginny sighs. “I need a few more minutes.”

“What could possibly be more important than Quidditch?” asks Harry, smirking, his voice teasing and with that light that Lily has come to associate with Ginny’s presence lately.

Ginny grins innocently.

“Your mum will teach me how to brew a potion for cramps.”

Harry frowns. “Cramps? Why would you need—oh.” He flushes, his face the colour of Ginny’s hair in a second. “So, ah—I’ll just leave you then…”

Ginny seems to take pity on him. “You and Ron can start without me, I catch up later.”

“Oh, no.” Harry collects himself. “I—we will wait for you.” Ginny nods, but Harry doesn’t move; he eyes the door as if he just want to bolt out of the room, his face in a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty, until he asks, in a soft voice. “Can I help you somehow? A massage on the foot or—”

Ginny throws him an amused look. “A massage?”

“That’s what Dad does when Mum has cramps,” mumbles Harry, face red again. “Never mind, I… see you later.”

And he leaves them, his hand grabbing his hair nervously, almost hitting the door instead of passing through.

Lily fights back a swoon. “It will be quick,” she promises again, opening the door to her office. She guides Ginny through the ingredients, preparing them and then brewing the potion, explaining each step.

“You really are a better teacher than Snape,” comments Ginny as she twirls potion. “How come you are not teaching instead of him?”

“Never came up. I never pictured myself as a professor at Hogwarts.” She glances at Ginny. “Do you?”

Ginny blushes. “I wanted to be a professor when I was younger. It was one way of going to Hogwarts and never leaving—all my brothers were there, so…”

“Not a dream anymore?”

“Now most of my brothers are out of school, what would be the fun? I think I just wanted to boss them around.”

Lily nods kindly. “It’s not easy being the youngest, I know.”

Ginny blinks, throwing her a curious glance. “You had brothers?”

“An older sister, actually.”

“Oh, Harry never—”

“We don’t get along very well.” Lily doesn’t fight back a grimace now. Petunia is still a complicated issue. “We were not like you and your brothers, it was not… easy.”

“Well,” begins Ginny slowly, “sometimes they drive me crazy. Bill has been all around Phlegm these days, Charlie is never at home, Percy is—you know how he is, Fred and George are Gred and Forge too much sometimes, and Ron—” She shakes her head. “Ron has decided to be overzealous now.”

Lily smiles softly now. “How so?”

“He decided to meddle with my relationships.” Ginny rolls her eyes. “He should be caring about the lack of romance in his own life, not whatever I do with mine.”

Lily steals a glance outside; Ron is flying, up in the air, but Harry is by the shadow of a tree, waiting. “Romance, huh? How are things with Michael?”

Ginny puffs, stirring the potion too quickly for a moment; Lily corrects her.

“Sorry... I broke up with Michael. He couldn’t deal with the fact that Gryffindor beat Ravenclaw at Quidditch; he was an awful loser.”

“Oh, it happens.” Lily adds powder of unicorn horn to the potion. “Just a pinch, you see? Well—maybe you should avoid inter-houses relationship if you are going to keep beating them at Quidditch.”

Ginny laughs. “That’s a thought,” she agrees. “I’m going out with Dean now; he’s a Gryffindor, so Quidditch won’t be an issue at least.”

Lily holds a dismayed sigh. “I guess not. Dean—that’s the boy in Harry’s year, right?”

“Yeah, Dean Thomas. He is nice.” A slight flush comes to her cheeks. “He’s been writing me all summer, that’s why I was in a hurry today and forgot the pads and the medicine for cramps.”

"All the magic of being in love?”

“Actually, I was trying to hide the letter before anyone saw it. He writes these long letters, filled with declarations and poetry and some beautiful drawings… If anyone would see it…” Ginny gives her an embarrassing smile.

“Your family knows about him?” asks Lily knowingly.

“Mum and Dad know that I’m going out with him, and Mum mentioned that they might have dinner with him and his family, but no.” Panic fills Ginny's brown eyes. “I’m not presenting anyone to Mum until I get engaged and since I don’t see this happening in the near future, no dinners. Ever.”

Lily laughs. “They just want to know more about him. I’d like to meet whoever Harry was dating… or whoever he fancied.”

“I’m not sure you would like Cho,” Ginny comments airily.

Lily looks away. “Oh, I’m sure Harry has moved on.”

“Ron will be pleased to know, he told Harry he should choose someone better next time.” For some reason, this makes Ginny roll her eyes, the redness spreading up to the roots of her hair now, before she blinks. “Anyway, Ron knows as well—I told him since he’d find out eventually, they share a dorm, for Merlin’s sake. But then he spilled the beans to Fred and George, and they all tried to give me some sort of talk, as if I’m moving on too quickly between the two boyfriends I’ve ever had in life…” But then something flashes in Ginny’s eyes and she throws a furtive glance at Lily. “Did you date someone else before James?”

“Oh, yeah. My mother always told me a princess should kiss other frogs before finding out her prince charming.” Ginny blinks at her, eyes widened. “It’s from a Muggle children’s story.”

“Why should you kiss a frog?”

“He might turn into a prince."

"But—a frog, really? That's a bit disgusting."

"The point is there is no harm being with other people before settling with the one. Or you might not even need the one, Sirius never did.”

“And he’s perfectly happy with it,” notes Ginny. Then she sighs. “I don’t know, I see my parents, I see you and James… it would be nice, you know? Having someone that day after day makes my heart beat faster, that gives me those tingles and… it just doesn’t fade away.”

Lily blows away the fire under the cauldron. “And you think Dean is the one?”

“I—I don’t know. This is why we date people, right? To find out if we are compatible with them?”

“Yes. One of the reasons, at least.”

Ginny’s thoughtful expression breaks into a grin. “Snogging isn’t so bad either.”

Lily laughs heartily.

There’s a knock on the door, and then comes Harry’s muffled voice. “Ginny? Are you alright?”

“Two minutes,” she yells in answer, and then she glances at Lily as she moves to take a glass under the cabinet. “Speaking of someone who should enjoy a good snog.”

“If only you were single,” mumbles Lily.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Lily smiles innocently. “Five drops of the potion should be enough for your weight.”

“Thanks again, Lily.” Ginny swallows the potion in one gulp. “It tastes so much better than the ones Madam Pomfrey gives us.”

“I added a few ingredients,” Lily confides her. “I always thought cramps are already bad enough—why should the potion taste so bitter?”

“How can I ever repay you?”

So, I have this son…

“Just teach others how to brew it, spread some chocolate-tasting potion for cramping at Hogwarts.”

“Count me in,” Ginny says whole-heartily. There’s another knock on the door, and Ginny sighs exaggeratedly. “I’ll go before your son comes bursting in.”

Harry is waiting at the door; his restless expression breaks into an inviting grin as the sight of Ginny, and he extends his hand, offering Ginny her broomstick. And Lily can’t help but notice that, for all Ginny teased Harry’s impatience before, she seems just as glad to see him.

“So eager to lose another Weasley Race,” she teases, voice flooding with warmth.

Harry laughs. “You will lose so badly we will need to call it Potter Race from now on.”

“We will need a Healing Potion for your ego later. It will be hurt.”

“You know I once outraced a dragon, right?”

“A dragon is easier than me.”

“You—”

“Maybe you should banter less and fly more?” Lily suggests, her lips twitching. “And try not to break any limbs. I’m out of Skele-Gro.”

They both turn to look at her, faces equally flushed. “No broken bones, Mum,” promises Harry.

“We will be careful,” adds Ginny. Then she steals a glance at Harry, unable to resist some pull. “I’ll go slow on him.”

“You are going slower, that’s it,” replies Harry gladly, and Lily shakes her head as they head off, still bantering happily.

Slow, she thinks. That’s a slow romance indeed—if only they’d notice sooner how compatible they are…

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maybedancanwrite · 2 years ago

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idea: jily lives au when james and lily take harry and ginny's kids for a day

love your work sm <3

hi anon, hope you like this one shot, I tried various scenarios but nothing felt right so I hope you like it NAMES: James Sirius - Jake (because I thought it would be too confusing to write two James) Albus Severus - Monty (I don't know the second name and for us now it doesn't matter) (thanks @startanewdream who always talks about him as Monty <3) Lily Luna remains the same because I like it :)

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Fun

It had been a while since they'd taken a trip of them all together, so Lily was happy to have them there, already a little unaccustomed to the hustle, seeing as now with everyone at Hogwarts, whenever they went to Harry and Ginny's house, it was much quieter and calmer than when the children were actually… children.

''Where are we going?'' Jake asked, sitting in the back seat, as usual, looking very happy to be traveling.

Monty, next to him, looked a little less excited, but Lily knew that was a lot because they had to get up early and the boy just wasn't an early bird, than anything else. ''Can I open my chips?''

''If you eat it all, I won't give mine,'' Lily-Lu said, an almost wicked smile on her face, overjoyed since she'd managed to win the window seat fight. ‘’Grandpa, can I choose the music?’’

Lily chuckled softly, watching James answer the grandchildren very patiently as he put the car to fly.

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''I can't believe we're going on a roller coaster,'' James whispered to her, the two of them behind the kids in line.

''Jake is excited about the possibility of near death, as they promise,'' Lily smiled, finishing off the cotton candy that Lilu hadn't been able to eat. ''Are you afraid?''

''Never!'' Her husband ran a hand through his hair, rolling his eyes as if it was the most bizarre thing she could think of him. ''Almost death? Please, we fought Voldemort, I can't believe it,'' He smiled, giving her a quick peck.

''How are we going to distribute the seats?'' Monty looked at the two, even though he looked scared, he was still firm with the idea of going on the ride.

James, seeming to know what his grandson really wanted to ask—''Which of you two is going with me?'' —said; ''I'll go with you, and those two decide who goes with Lily, how about it?''

The boy nodded, shyly letting out a breath and relaxing his shoulders. ''It's all right. I think Jake will want to go with the girl over there, they keep talking.”

''Merlin,'' Lily laughed. ''Okay, Lilu and I are going together,'' She winked at her granddaughter, who nodded and adjusted the bucket she was wearing, grinning from ear to ear.

''We'll be next,'' Jake turned to speak to them, cheeks slightly flushed, running a hand through his hair and nervously adjusting the shirt he was wearing. Lily doubted it was because he was scared of the roller coaster. ''Mum would love to be here,''

''But she must be enjoying Barcelona a lot more,'' Monty said skeptically, as if he thought it was stupid of his brother to imagine that Ginny and Harry would rather be there than on a couple's trip.

''Of course,'' Jake rolled his eyes. Lily laughed, thinking about how she had missed that chaotic teenage energy her grandchildren now exuded.

They were no longer those little kids who didn't mind being slung over their shoulders or seen showing affection to their old grandparents. The three now had an image to maintain, they thought about the clothes they would wear, how they would fix their hair, how they would smile…

As much as she and James kept getting all those tight hugs and wet kisses on the cheeks—now just because they wanted to piss them off—whenever they saw them, it still broke her heart to see them so grown up.

Monty was only 14 and already bigger than she!

''Grandpa...'' Lilu muttered awkwardly, approaching James and Lily as if she wanted to hide, and indeed she did, and soon they were already realizing why.

''Everybody calm down,'' James said to the three of them, who stopped talking to each other to start looking nervous, as they always did. ‘’Pretend normality.’’

As discreetly as possible, James muttered a protection spell around them, one that Lily and he had studied hard to do once paparazzi became a problem after Harry's first year at Hogwarts was over.

Even Jake, who was the one who almost never cared about the pictures, moved closer to Lily, which made her huff annoyed that those vultures were ruining their day. The last time they were in the paper, the comments made were far from friendly, which resulted in Ginny causing quite a stir in the Witch Weekly boss's office.

An anti-photo shield formed around them and it didn't change how people saw them, but now, whenever they tried to take a picture of them, the camera wouldn't be able to capture them and there would be a big void where they were.

''Come on,'' James put his wand away, smiling at the security guard who indicated where they could sit. ''Let's see if this is scarier than fighting a war,''

''Ah!'' Monty said, sitting down next to James, looking more comfortable now. Whether because of the protection around them, or being on his grandfather's side, Lily wasn't sure. ''But then nothing will be scary if you think like that,''

''I'm sure this is going to be scarier,'' Jake grinned from ear to ear, looking a lot like his father. As soon as the girl sat down next to him, he turned back to the front, going back to talking only to her.

James chuckled, looking over his shoulder at Lily who also laughed and denied it, having not missed this phase at all, remembering what Harry was like at sixteen, wanting as much as possible to run away from them when a girl was around.

''I hope so,'' Lily-Lu said, putting on her belt and adjusting her hat on her head, which Lily had cast a spell to keep from falling. ''Monty, don't piss your pants! This gonna be wild''

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even the bones will do

Relationship: James Potter/Lily Evans | Rating: Mature | Words: 14.3k (W.I.P)

In the midst of a brutal war, Lily and James are betrayed by one of their best friends and manage to survive. Harry, still only a baby, is declared the Boy Who Lived, a child of the prophecy.

But Lily will tear the wizarding world apart before they use her son for their gain. Faced with an impossible choice, she leaves James behind, retreating to the Muggle world and the sanctuary of her sister, who she had almost given up on.

When James appears in her life once more, Lily has to decide between the relative safety of their Muggle existence and the man she still loves.

Or: Lily and Petunia raise Harry.

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Yule Spirit

Rating: Gen Characters: James Potter & Harry Potter, James Potter/Lily Evans Summary: James and Lily move into their brand new home, Tetwell Estate. It's perfect, even if music randomly starts playing, James keeps hearing voices, and there might be a little boy haunting the place. Actually, it's definitely perfect. Little ghost boy and all. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43771569

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LILY LUNA’S MARAUDER TEDDY BEAR PICNIC

ONE SUMMER AFTERNOON, JAMES POTTER COMES HOME FROM WORK TO HIS WIFE AND FINDS HIS YOUNG GRANDDAUGHTER IS HOLDING A TEA PARTY… WITH HIS TWO BEST FRIENDS, LILY LUNA HAS A MARAUDER TEDDY BEAR PICNIC

GIFTED TO @startanewdream || 2,650 WORD COUNT

The sun was shining on an ordinary summer day, one just like every other one in June.

Bright rays of sunshine were glistening and glittering down upon Potter Manor, crowning the old house in a majestic glow.

It was nearing lunchtime and pleasantly warm outside. Birds were chirping loudly as they flew through the bright blue skies, and it was outside in the garden of her family home that one Lily Potter found herself.

Alone in the summer sun, Lily was enjoying the warm breeze and peacefulness that surrounded her. After living, fighting and surviving two wars, just being alive and having her family alive and safe was a luxury to her.

Looking at her gold watch, Lily noticed that James was still not home. Her husband had went for a night shift at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries last night. There had been a large incident at a Quidditch match and many of the injured witches and wizards had been taken to there, which had meant James had been called in. It must’ve been bad as he hadn’t returned home.

As their son, Harry was now grown up and married to Ginny, he lived away now. They had a nice house of their own, with fields surrounding it which was perfect for their three young children, Lily’s grandsons and granddaughter.

When James was away working and she wasn’t working as at the Ministry, Lily would find herself with only their cats and owls for company. Of course they had friends that came around - James and Lily couldn’t get rid of Sirius on weekends, even in his fifties. But they weren’t bothered by that. Remus would drop in with Tonks, his wife on occasion and when Hogwarts was on holiday, Lily’s godson, Teddy could be found running around in the garden and playing with her grandchildren and pets.

She did miss when James wasn’t around though, it wasn’t the same. They had been together since they were in school together, thirty-four years side by side. He made her giggle and she made him laugh out loud. She made him speechless and he made her blush like crazy. After all this time, they were still head over heels and would always be in love.

Lily watched James’s pet cat, Artemis stretch out as she enjoyed the sun. Her own cat, Oisin was sat in one of the many trees that were in the garden, it was one of his favourite places to be - especially when the grandchildren were around and he could be out of reach from them. She had just reached for her glass of squash when the hair on the back of her neck stood up and instantly alerted Lily. But without turning around, she could tell she had nothing to fear.

“I know you’re there, James,” said Lily, grinning to herself. After so long, she knew exactly when he was around, his presence was magnetic to her.

“Can never fool you, can I? chuckled James, and she heard him stroll over to where she was sitting, conjuring up a seat right beside her. Lily was happy that he was finally home. Grinning, she shook her head knowing that he could never fool her and she could never fool him either.

It was then that Lily turned to face her husband and they met in a soft kiss. That had been one of their most important things as a couple - a kiss after being apart having lived through duels and battles and wars - coming home safe, whether they were dating, engaged or married to the other, and it was something they continued in peacetime.

James was still as handsome as ever in Lily’s eyes with his soft jet black hair not yet gray, the laughter lines that lined his face and his beautiful hazel eyes still bewitching her. He must’ve taken his glasses off when he arrived home via Floo, as Lily saw him now cleaning them with a soft cloth.

Placing the round glasses back on his face, James softly grasped Lily’s hand. From years of playing Quidditch, his large hands were calloused but they were the gentlest hands that Lily knew.

“How was work, honey?” asked Lily as she fixed his glasses from being slightly squint.

James thanked her, it had been a long night at the hospital and even with all the magic in the world it couldn’t help his fatigue.

“Long, very long, my darling,” replied James as he let out a little yawn.

Lily hummed, reaching over to stroke his cheek. James leaned into his wife’s dainty hand and smiled at her.

“That bad huh?” asked Lily. James was still dressed in his lime green Healer robes and she knew that after all these years together that it was after hard or bad shifts that her husband would come home still in his uniform.

James nodded, pulling himself up and reaching for Lily’s cup of squash. He took a large gulp of the juice, despite her playful cry. With a swish of his wand, James made the glass refill with the same juice and handed it to his wife, giving her a tired lopsided grin.

“You wouldn’t believe it,” said James, as he leaned back in his chair. “So Appleby were playing Puddlemere but they were losing and guess what the fans decided to do?”

Taking a quick sip of her drink, Lily nodded for him to continue on.

“Well someone somehow managed to transfigure the Quaffle into a Demiguise, so it caused Samir Ali who is Puddlemere’s star Chaser to crash into Francesca Wilde who is the Appleby’s Seeker,” said James as he told Lily all about the Quidditch incident.

“You’re kidding me?” whispered Lily, while she loved Quidditch as much as her husband, they had never resorted to such tricks. “What happened next?”

James sighed. “Hell broke loose, the players started fighting and so did the fans,” explained James as he stretched out his long legs. “I got called in because some stupid idiots had transfigured some kids that were at the game, and nobody could get them back to normal.”

Lily’s hand clasped her mouth in horror.

“Merlin… were they okay?” asked Lily worriedly. Transfiguration was incredibly tricky and difficult, if cast wrong it could end up permanent.

James shook his head, reaching to untie his shoes and finally take them off. “Nah, I was able to get them better,” he chirped, “It was why I’ve only just got back home now as I couldn’t rush the process of untransfiguring them all.”

Lily sighed. That could’ve easily been Harry as a child, they had taken him to games throughout his childhood, and now it could’ve easily been James Sirius, Albus or Lily Luna as they now took their grandchildren to games. Of course, Harry and Ginny would tag along if not working that day.

“How have you been today though?” inquired James. He hadn’t been supposed to work last night or today and knew that his wife had the day off. If everything had went as planned, James had just wanted to spend time with his Lily, wherever didn’t matter as long as they were together.

Lily smiled at James, who now had Artemis on his lap. The brown cat was purring happily as James scratched her chin.

“Well you’ve got a little surprise,” whispered Lily, leaning forward towards James.

James smirked, and quickly placed Artemis on the stone patio. “Hmm… and what sort of surprise have you got for me?” murmured James as he moved closer to his wife.

“Oh get your head out the gutter!” giggled Lily, playfully hitting at James’s broad chest. She could feel his own deep laugh vibrating through his chest as he held her hand there. “I didn't mean that sort of surprise!”

James grumbled affectionately at his wife, pulling her into his lap.

“Well I didn’t know,” murmured James, leaning in for a kiss that Lily gladly accepted. He loved her kisses, he had never know anything like his Lily’s lips and her kisses but they were addictive and James knew he’d never get enough.

After a few kisses, Lily pulled away slightly breathless. “We need to stop this before it goes too far… we have a little guest and two more guests, they’re in the gazebo last time I checked,” said Lily as she pulled herself up off her husband’s lap, giggling as he tried to cling to her.

“We can continue this later then,” teased James, and Lily almost threw herself back at him. They still acted like teenagers in love after so long together and Lily still couldn’t get enough of her James.

Lily nodded, grinning widely at him. “I’ll go get some lunch, you can go see who our visitors are,” said Lily, leaning down to kiss James where he still sat.

Offering him her hand, James instantly dwarfed Lily as he stood up. She was a tall witch, but James was even taller, over six foot.

“Meet you there then, okay?” said James as he stood before his wife.

Lily nodded before turning around to go into the kitchen.

James watched as she walked away, grinning at her retreating figure and then turned around himself and walked off in the direction of the old wooden gazebo at the other side of his family estate.

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It was only as James had the old gazebo in his line of sight that he instantly knew who was visiting his home.

As he walked closer, the green grass soft against his bare feet, James saw that the visitors had seen him too and he grinned widely as they shouted and waved at him.

A little blur of colour threw itself at James, near enough colliding with his legs and bouncing back from the speed they had been running at him.

Instantly, James reached down to steady the little blur of colour and crouched down in front of them.

“Well hello there my little sweetpea,” whispered James, stretching his arms out.

Lily Luna beamed with delight and threw herself into the waiting hug from her grandfather, who flawlessly pulled himself back up and held her in his arms.

“Grandpa! I miss you!” exclaimed Lily Luna excitedly, clapping her hands. It was then that a large shaggy black dog appeared beside them. James wondered what had happened for the familiar dog to be covered in pink clasps and other bits and bobs.

“I missed you too my sweetpea, I see you’ve been playing with Uncle Padfoot?” said James as he watched his oldest friend turn from his dog Animagus back into his human form.

Lily Luna nodded, watching as Sirius came over to them and gave James a one armed hug which he embraced.

“You come to picnic too, Grandpa?” asked Lily Luna. “Uncle Padfoot come! Uncle Moony too!”

James grinned as he jostled his granddaughter in his arms, seeing his other oldest best friend Remus make his way over.

“Of course I’ll come! Is that why you’ve got a hat on?” asked James, taking in the oddity that was perched upon her head.

It looked like an ordinary witch’s pointed hat. But it was bright pink and had a large lion perched on top of it. James had never seen anything like it before.

Sirius laughed, his bark-like chuckle seeming to echo throughout the acres of garden in Potter Manor. “It’s great isn’t it! A future Gryffindor for sure, aren’t you Flower?”

Lily Luna giggled and shaking her head to make the lion move. It unluckily hit James in the face and knocked his glasses right off his face.

“Sorry, Grandpa!” cried Lily Luna as James looked dazed. Luckily, Sirius had caught the glasses and gave them back to James.

“It’s okay sweetpea,” said James reassuringly as he placed the glasses back on his face. “Now you’re looking very lovely in your lion hat, but it doesn’t matter if you’re in Gryffindor or not, okay?”

Lily Luna nodded, careful to not knock her grandfather in the face this time. “Teddy say that, he say I be a good Huffypuff!” she grinned.

It was Remus who spoke, smiling at the little girl. “Teddy is right, you’d be a great Hufflepuff just like him and your Auntie Tonks are!”

Sirius smiled in agreement. He’d love that little girl wherever she got Sorted. But they had plenty of time until then, Lily Luna was only three years old.

“Now you said about a picnic?” asked James, looking down at the little girl in his arms.

Grinning, Lily Luna quickly pointed over to the old wooden gazebo. “Yes! Picnic! It why I got hat on, Auntie Luna make it!” she babbled happily.

That explained it. James had met Luna a lot over the years, she was one his son and daughter-in-law’s best friends and his granddaughter’s godmother too. She was anything but ordinary and incredibly eccentric, welcoming and creative which made Luna someone that James would’ve easily befriended as a child himself.

“Yup, you’re going to need an outfit to join the picnic, isn’t he?” said Remus to Lily Luna who nodded seriously at her grandfather.

It was then that James finally noticed what his two best friends were wearing.

Sirius was covered in pink clasps in his long dark hair and wore what looked like a bright pink tutu around his waist.

Remus wasn’t much different. James saw that he was wearing a pair of purple sequinned Muggle fairy wings on his back and a pair of bright blue cat ears on top of his head.

“Grandpa wear boa! He got unifom on!” exclaimed Lily Luna, mispronouncing uniform but none of the men bothering to correct it.

James nodded. “I have got my uniform on, well done noticing that sweetpea!” he said, tickling at his granddaughter’s tummy and making her giggle out loud.

The sound made all three men smile happily.

“Well lets go get me all dressed up, I think Grandma won’t be long now with lunch!” said James. It wouldn’t be long until his wife would join them, the platter of lunch charmed to float as she walked. Lily was great at levitation charms.

Lily Luna gasped dramatically, making the three Marauders laugh.

“We go now! Grandpa need boa!” she gushed. “Grandpa check toys too?” asked Lily Luna, as the three men and little girl started walking over to the gazebo.

“Healer Potter is here to make sure the toys are happy and healthy too!” soothed James, smiling down at his little granddaughter.

Entering the gazebo, James let his granddaughter down and she instantly ran over to the array of soft toys that she must’ve bought down from her bedroom that she had at James’s house. He and Lily had more than enough space - Lily had her own bedroom in the manor and so did her older brothers and so did his godson, Teddy.

Lily Luna rushed back over, a stuffed golden unicorn in her hands.

“Una hurt her horn, you fix?” wondered Lily Luna, presenting her toy unicorn to her grandfather.

Crouching down beside her, James carefully took the golden unicorn and looked it over. While there wasn’t anything actually wrong with it, James knew it was one of Lily Luna’s favourite games as of late and he could never say no to her.

“I certainly can, Healer Potter is here!” grinned James.

It was the utterly perfect little smile that he got back that was everything to James, just seeing his little Lily so happy and imaginative was everything.

He’d do anything for her, anything for her brothers and parents, for her grandmother. Love and family were everything to James, but imagination was key in his life and he loved encouraging Lily Luna’s imagination to grow.

It was like his father said all those years ago… magic could get you from A to B, but imagination would take you everywhere.

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