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livinginshambles · 11 months

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I thought you'd be different | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Summary: A cinderella story (maybe a little romeo and juliet while we're at it) but Hogwarts - Enemies-ish to lovers. You find an enchanted parchment through wich you anonymously talk to a stranger (James). When you meet him at the Yule ball, he is not who you expected, but you give him a chance. When you realise that was clearly a mistake, you flee cinderella style.

Probably part one of two again.

Notes: Not proofread, grammar mistakes. Discrimination issues, themes of bullying. Regulus is our friend. James is an idiot, but we knew that already. Sirius sucks.

Masterlist. Part two. Part three

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You could still remember the moment vividly, as if it was engraved in your memory. That moment when the sorting hat placed you in Slytherin instead of Gryffindor like your two older sisters had been sorted. You could still see the look of surprise, concern, horror and then eventually disgust, every time you close your eyes.

“Now we finally know your true colors,” is what your sister Alyssa had hissed coldly at you. You had pleadingly looked at your other sister, but Marla had supported her twin sister, disregarding the confused and scared look in your eleven-year-old eyes.

“Don’t talk to us, don’t look at us and don’t mention us at all,” she sneered down at you and for a moment you wondered how she hadn’t been the one to be sorted into Slytherin instead. But you had cast your eyes down and agreed.

But years passed and you had become the very stereotype of a Slytherin student, completely leaning into the cold, distant, quiet but calculating persona that your sisters had created for you. Might as well, you figured after your parent’s dismay at the revelation of your house.

You were making your way down the corridor, long strides as you passed your sisters while looking them straight in the eye. They grimaced at the sight of you, but without their entire group of classmates, they didn’t dare make any comments. A feeling of victory erupted inside of you, and you couldn’t help the small smirk that crept up your face.

“What poor soul suffered for you to look so satisfied?” You turned your head to look at the person who called out to you. James Potter and Sirius Black were both leaning against a statue in the open yard. “Did you get rid of Regulus or something?” Sirius taunted. “Finally had enough of him following you around, did you L/N?”

“Go die in a ditch, Sirius,” you retorted with an eye roll, but seemed unphased.

“Why so much hostility,” James unpleasantly remarked, and you halted in your step. “10 points from Gryffindor for loitering,” you pettily decided.

“If you have nothing to do, other than insulting students, I would love to recommend you to Professor McGonagall for detention. Heard she was still looking for the person who made all the pumpkins explode last week during Halloween, and you guys are terrible at getting rid of the evidence.” With a last glance up and down, you continued your way towards the room of requirement.

When you entered the sober room with a sigh, you noticed the small scrolled up piece of parchment in the middle of the room. You frowned. This was your space. The room didn’t open this space for anyone else, you made it specifically as a safe haven.

You cautiously approached the parchment and rolled it open to reveal nothing. It was completely blank. You shrugged. If the room left this here, it was meant for you, and so you took a seat and started drawing on it.

James sat in an empty room, his invisibility cloak hiding him from plain sight as he pulled the now folded paper from his back pocket. He inspected it closely, almost pressing the paper to his glasses in a curious manner. He had gone to the Room of Requirements earlier that day and found a piece of paper floating in the air.

James unfolded the paper, and his eyebrows flew up. Lines were appearing on the paper by itself, and a beautiful portrait of a weeping willow with a girl, crying on a bench under the tree appeared.

James fumbled to find his quill and ink. Then he started to write something on it, in a handwriting that he only ever used for written exams. Credits to Professor McGonagall, who had announced that she would not be grading anything she couldn’t read. And she had looked over her glasses at him while she said it.

It’s beautiful.

You dropped the parchment at the words that formed right under your drawing. You traced it with your fingers. Then you decided to write back.

Thank you, I’ve been dreaming about this for the past two days.

You frowned at yourself, unsure why you would disclose such information, but figured no one would be able to trace this back to you anyway.

James blinked at the response he got, mouth open in surprise. He wasn’t sure why he was so surprised. It must simply be a spell of some sort after all. He stared at the sad drawing and the sentence, and then he made up his mind, writing back.

It must be lonely for that girl to cry by herself under the weeping willow.

Your eyes followed the words that formed in a trance.

If she ever feels lonely again, she can always pour her heart out on this parchment. I’ll be the mighty guardian wizard that will make all her worries magically disappear.

A grateful smile made its way up your face and when you scribbled back a response, James couldn’t help but smile as well.

Maybe she will.

You doodled a wizard sitting on the bench next to the crying girl, a consoling hand stretched out.

That's how you became James’ best kept secret. He learned that you were indeed a student at Hogwarts, but that you felt lonely. That you enjoyed butterbeer, but never got to enjoy it on a Hogsmeade outing with friends, because you rarely had any. He learned that you felt inferior to your siblings and a disappointment to your parents. He noticed how you would draw a circle as the dot on your ‘i’ and learned, when he asked, that you did that because you had once seen Professor McGonagall do that when you were in your first year, and had practiced mimicking her handwriting, should it ever come in handy.

In return, he had told you that he felt pressured by the reputation that he had to maintain. He loved Quidditch and absolutely despised Ancient Runes, to which you had replied, “who doesn’t?”. He told you that he had illegally learned to become an Animagus, a stag, and that he wasn’t sure yet what the future would hold for him. He even revealed to you that he desperately wants to protect his friends and sometimes had nightmares, which usually resulted in a sneak around the castle at midnight. When you had asked him if he’d ever been caught, he responded with, “never”, and had explained to you that he had an invisibility cloak.

Two months passed and before you knew it, you were explaining Transfiguration through the enchanted parchment. You did conclude from this that your pen pal was most likely in a year or two higher than yourself but decided not to comment on it. James on the other hand, was under the assumption that you must be from his year, as you managed to help him study for his exams.

But now, it was almost 12 o’clock midnight, and James chewed his lip while he looked at the parchment. He hesitated for a moment. Then he decided to ask you the one question he had been yearning to know the answer to.

Who are you?

You looked at the paper sadly, and sighed.

You’d be disappointed.

I understand if you don’t want to reveal yourself. But know that I could never be disappointed by you, Willow.

James sighed when you didn’t answer anymore. He waved away the light that emitted from the tip of his wand and took his glasses off. He went to put the parchment under his pillow as usual, when he saw the scribbling movement that he’d gotten so accustomed to.

He scrambled to grab his wand to shed light on the paper but accidentally nudged them off the nightstand and onto the floor, where it rolled under his bed. James’ eyes flickered back to the paper in his hand, and he managed to catch the first letter of your name as it was written in capital letters.

But your cursive handwriting, the dark and lack of glasses made it impossible to read the rest of your name. When he finally reached his wand and put on his glasses, he heard the clock strike twelve and he cursed as he grasped the parchment tightly, hurried ‘lumos’ and saw that the parchment had reset itself to a blank page again, just as every night at 12 o’clock at midnight.

Wait, please! I didn’t catch it before it erased itself. Please write it again?

You let out a sigh in relief after you had internally bashed your head against a wall.

No, it was stupid of me. I’m glad you didn’t see it.

You leaned back into your armchair with a racing heart. You couldn’t believe you had done that.

“Regulus,” you acknowledged as you pulled the chair back to sit next to him in the library. “Y/N,” Regulus quietly responded without looking up from his book, and if you didn’t know any better, his straight face would indicate annoyance. Luckily, you did know better.

“You smile any brighter, the sorting hat will transfer you to Hufflepuff, you know,” you teased him.

His face distorted in a grimace and without missing a beat, he replied, “do kill me before such a thing occurs.” You shook your head and finally sat down. Then you pursed your lips in thought.

“You know how I’ve been working all summer to earn galleons?”

“No.”

“Well I did.”

“So it seems.”

“Anyway, I rented a small flat,” you blurted out. Regulus finally looked up at you, surprise almost evident on his face. Then again, you didn’t have the most amazing home situation either. You often opted to stay behind at Hogwarts for the holidays. It is how you two had befriended each other, especially ever since Sirius left him to his own devices at home. Parents, it was a trauma bonding thing.

“Congratulations,” he nodded, his voice trailed off as he tried to see how this would concern him.

“So I thought you might want to stay with me over the Christmas holidays? Your mother doesn’t hate me, so I thought it might be possible. Gives you a chance to get out once in a while.” You tentatively brought up the sensitive subject.

“And what makes you think living with you will be any more bearable than living in my own mansion?” Regulus snarkily remarked.

You squinted your eyes at him in a scowl. “A simple ‘no’ would suffice don’t you think?”

“Do I have to pay rent?”

“Depends on whether or not the answer impacts your decision.”

“So not then.”

You huffed.

“Fine, I suppose I could join you in your small flat.”

“Merlin, don’t go doing me any favors Reg, I wouldn’t want to owe you.”

Regulus shook his head in amusement.

Satisfied with your rather successful attempt to invite him over, you got up. The chair you sat on screeched loudly as it was being pushed back. You could feel the librarian’s furious eyes on your back and rolled your eyes at her as you made your way to the door. “Alright, alright, I’m leaving,” you waved your hand in the air and exited the room.

You made it approximately two steps when you spotted your sisters again. “Of course you would cause a disturbance in the library,” Marla spat at you. You raised your eyebrows but remained unimpressed.

“I see you’ve got your buddies to back you up now?” you commented and tilted your chin slightly upwards. Your eyes flickered to your other sister, their closest friends, and the marauders.

For a moment, you considered walking away, but there was just something about that twitching lip of your sister that had you irked.

You stepped forward, narrowing the gap between you and your sister. You leaned in slightly and then, “Boo.”

It took your other sister, Alyssa about one second to have her wand pulled out and pointed at your throat.

James watched the interaction with a small frown on his face. He didn’t really speak with the fellow Gryffindor twins, but their friends and Lily were friends, so the marauders had joined them on their way towards the courtyard.

His mind flickered to a conversation he had had with ‘Willow’ about her sisters, and he wondered if you felt the same sadness and inferiority as his pen pal. And with that in mind, he pulled Alyssa back by her robe with one harm, the other lowering her raised wand.

“Let’s not,” he shrugged, when she raised her brows in question at him.

“She clearly threatened my sister,” Alyssa defended.

You scoffed at that. “I said ‘boo’. That’s hardly a threat,” you rolled your eyes and glanced at James who tried to offer you something that resembled a smile.

Was he mocking you? “Fancy yourself a hero, don’t you, Potter.”

“Hey, I was just trying to help,” he raised his hands in defense.

“Cause you’re such a good soul,” you sarcastically remarked.

“Yeah, actually. At least better than you. That hostility is so uncalled for,” Sirius mumbled under his breath, and you shot him a glare. “Right, better than me. Let me ask the two-dozen tormented Slytherin students you’ve bullied this past year. Bet Snape will buy your self-proclaimed ‘kindness’.”

You were already walking away when Sirius opened his mouth to call something out to you, but James kicked his shins in attempt to shut him up. Your words resonated in his mind.

Maybe he was a twat.

Am I a twat?

What the bloody hell are you on about?

Someone called me a twat today. Now that wasn’t necessarily true, but the implications were there.

Did you deserve it?

Sort of.

Sort of?

I mean, I am only an asshole to people who are assholes themselves and deserve it. But I guess that makes me an asshole too.

You hesitated for a moment and decided to write your opinion on the matter.

Maybe you being an asshole to people makes them assholes. And then it becomes a vicious circle. Self-fulfilling prophecy and all that bogger.

You reckon?

Wouldn’t have written it down if I didn’t.

On a brighter note, do you have a date for the Yule ball after the exams?

If you’re asking me out, I already promised my friend that we’d go together.

Oh right. But would you save me a dance? Maybe at midnight under the main crystal chandelier?

James bit his lip again in suspense. The Yule ball is a masked ball anyways, if you don’t want to reveal yourself.

Midnight, main crystal chandelier. You decided to leave it at that. Besides. You could enchant the mask a little extra, so you’d be even more unrecognizable. You wondered who would be behind the kind words of the parchment.

It felt strange to you. Really looking forward to something to the point you could feel jitters in your stomach in anticipation. But it was having a certain effect on you that even the younger Black couldn’t help but miss.

Regulus squinted his eyes and moved his jaw in thought. When he had had enough, he pulled you aside.

“Out with it.”

You deflated. You knew that he knew what he was talking about, so you shrugged. “Someone asked me to save a dance next week,” you mumbled.

“And you want to?” Regulus’ tone shifted to an incredulous one.

“I found an enchanted parchment in the room of requirements and it’s connected. I’ve been using it to have conversations with a mystery person.”

It felt great to be able to share this with your friend and you leaned against the wall behind you. “So yeah.” You finished the confession with an awkward hand gesture.

Regulus took a moment to register what you said. And then, as if it was the most normal thing ever, he responded with, “I see. And you have no idea who?”

You let yourself slide down the wall and tiredly put your head on your propped up knees. “Probably a Gryffindor.”

Regulus started laughing. You snapped your head up and scowled at him, not that he was used to anything else from you.

“As long as it’s not a mudbl-“

You kicked his legs and made him lose his balance. You shot him a warning glance. “You know my opinion on that.”

Regulus sighed. You had once confided in him about your home situation, including that time when you had overheard your parents argue when you came home for the first time after having been sorted into Slytherin. Your father had addressed the matter as soon as you walked through the door.

“You’re no daughter of mine.” He had said with disapproval in his voice. It wasn’t meant as a figurative insult. It was a statement. Your father believed that you could simply not biologically be his daughter. The words had you avert your eyes to the floor in shame.

“My entire bloodline has been sorted into Gryffindor.” He had looked at your mother. “Your family does have Slytherins. She’s most likely the result of your affair with that muggle a decade ago. It is possible.” And just like that, he had practically disowned you.

“Okay,” Regulus relented. “We’ll see who it is next week.”

James was nervously looking around, standing partnerless in the middle of the dancefloor. He had long forgone the mask that he had chosen because it prevented him from using his glasses. He looked at the great clock just above the table with drinks and pulled a hand through his hair.

It was time, so where were you? Hopefully you hadn’t chickened out yet because he was absolutely dying to meet you.

There was just something about you. It sparked something in him that he hadn’t felt since Lily. He’d look forward to your messages all the time. Every morning, he practically jumped up in anticipation and excitement as he reached under his pillow to read your ‘good morning’ message for the day. A smile would pass his lips each time.

James was ripped from his thoughts when a hand was placed on his shoulder blade. It tapped twice. He stopped breathing for a moment before turning around. And then the breath was knocked out of both of you completely.

For two different reasons.

James stared in awe at you. You wore a white and silver dress, covered in diamonds. A delicate white mask covered the upper part of your face, and he stared intently at your eyes, but somehow, he still couldn’t pinpoint who you were.

He could see all of your features clearly, but as if he was in a dream, he somehow couldn’t piece everything together to identify you. A charm, he realized. He was disappointed but shook it off. If you felt insecure, then he wouldn’t push it.

James’ face broke out in a grin, and he stepped forward. He couldn’t help but reach out to your face. But you took a step back. His hand fell and he frowned at your reaction, suddenly scared. He wasn’t wearing a mask after all. Compared to you, he was completely vulnerable.

Before he could say anything, you cut him to it. “No,” you hoarsely managed. “This was a mistake.” You turned around and escaped from the center of the dancefloor. James chased you.

“Wait, please. I’m sorry!” He called out after you.

You slowed your pace when you reached the corner next to the staircase. Then you shook your head with a sight, and you pinched your nose. James could see your furrowed brows.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. But my intention wasn’t to dance with James Potter. It was a mistake. Sorry for wasting your time.”

James shook his head in his turn. “Don’t say that,” his eyes pleaded. “So you know who I am. Am I..” He hesitated. “Am I that bad? I don’t know if you’ve heard any rumors about me, or what made you have a bad impression of me, but I’m the one you’ve been talking to for the past months.” He looked at you desperately. “Give me a chance, please. I only ask for a dance.”

Your eyes flickered over his sad face. You knew James from all the pranks that he did, mostly committed towards your house. You knew him from the banters you had with him, and from crying students that you undid hexes for. You knew him from pushing him out of the way as he purposely blocked your path to throw insults at you.

But you also knew the boy from the enchanted paper. The one who listened to all your worries. Who offered advice and indulged into your hopes and dreams for the future. You knew the boy who confided in you all his deepest secrets and own insecurities. Who made your day and cheered you up with his jokes and positivity.

“I can give you a dance,” you caved, and you offered him your hand, which he scrambled to hold.

James was a fairly decent dance partner, you soon discovered as he guided you with grace. “So I suppose you dance often?”

“I just practiced a lot,” he sheepishly admitted. “I had to impress you somehow, you know. Someone like you had to be crazy out of my league after all.”

Your lips twitched. “I think you’ve got it all backwards, Potter.”

“You know you can call me James, right?”

“Well, James,” you enunciated his name. It felt weird on your tongue. You had only ever spoken his last name in contempt. “I’m not very liked by more than half the students of this castle.” You motioned towards your mask. “Hence the enchantment,” you added halfheartedly.

“You don’t have to tell me who you are,” James immediately assured you, and you did relax at his words. “I’m just really happy that you’re real.”

You let out a laugh. “Why would I not be real?”

“I don’t know,” James whined. “Maybe I was just talking to really sentient paper or something?”

His answer only made you laugh more. James’ grin only spread wider.

“Whoever you are, I wouldn’t judge you,” James added quietly. You watched him silently as you swayed around the room.

“That’d be a first,” you joked sadly, remembering your own family.

“What can I say, I’m just different,” James cheekily winked and then twirled you around.

“We’ll see about that, James. You have the rest of the night to convince me.”

The dance ended and you curtsied to each other, out of breath. “But you’ll have to excuse me while I go find a bench because my feet are killing me. These heels are no joke,” you groaned in pain and sort of started to limp your way back.

James quickly came to support you and held your waist as he escorted you back to the side of the room. When you discovered that there were not in fact any benches, you sat down on the first few steps of the staircase. He raised his eyebrows when you kicked off your heels and saw that the entire slipper was made of glass.

“I transfigured those shoes myself, you know,” you proudly stated. James looked at it in disbelief. “This can carry a human weight?”

“Yeah, it took a lot of different enchantments and attempts,” you admitted.

James’ disbelief changed to awe. He took a seat next to you and you two started chatting about random things. You looked at James’ profile as he talked about Quidditch and felt soft towards him. Maybe he really wasn’t so bad after all.

The two of you were deep into a conversation when you were interrupted .

“Who is this, Prongs?” Sirius curiously stepped forward and shook your hand. You couldn’t help but grimace at him.

You politely nodded and explained the situation, but even though you engaged into a civil, nonchalant conversation, you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable at the presence of James’ friends.

“Anyways,” Sirius leans in towards James. “Did you see Snape over there?” He nodded his head towards Snape, and you squinted your eyes at the boy in front of you.

“You’re not thinking of doing anything to him, are you,” you sharply asked. Both James and Sirius were taken aback by your new tone.

“Nothing harmful,” Sirius laughed, but it faded when you simply raised your eyebrows at him. Sirius looked towards James for help. James hesitated. He had been reluctant to indulge Sirius’ ideas ever since his conversation with you about being a twat. But Sirius was his friend.

“We’re just having a bit of fun,” James tried to explain. “We’re just joking around, besides, he’s in Slytherin, so definitely a blood supremacist.” Your face fell at his words.

You watched his features contort in disgust and suddenly you were eleven again, and all you could see was your sisters disgusted face.

By the time you had snapped out of it, Sirius was already making his way towards Snape. James had gotten up and his head flickered between you and his friend.

You got up as well.

“I really thought you’d be different, James.” You scoffed to yourself. “You really had me convinced there for a moment. But I understand that you’re really just a bully after all, blinded by prejudice. You really are a twat.”

James’ heart dropped at hearing you say those words. He felt ashamed and shook his head pleadingly as he searched for words. But the thing is, you couldn’t care less, because you were hurt too. So you turned around and fled up the stairs as fast as you could, just in case he would come after you.

“Hey Prongs, you coming or not?” Sirius called out. James looked back at Sirius as he contemplated his next move. He mouthed ‘no’, and then tried to run after you. But by the time he reached the hallway that you had disappeared to, you were nowhere in sight.

In denial, James ran towards the moving staircases and looked up, in hopes to find you there.

Had he looked down, maybe he would have caught the last shimmer of reflection of the diamonds on your dress.

James refused to give up, however and he started to knock on the paintings, hoping that they could tell him where you went. He just had to apologize.

A symphony of protests and yelling echoed within the hall. “Quiet you!” “Have you no respect for the sleeping?” “I will complain to Filch about this, young man!” “Leave us alone!”

When the voices resided, most portraits were empty, their contents having escaped elsewhere.

Defeated, James groaned and hit his head with his fists. “You stupid git!” he yelled out in frustration at himself. James slouched down to sit on the stairs. Then he reached for the parchment and a pen in the inner pocket of his jacket and started scrambling something down.

“Please answer,” he whispered. He almost had to laugh at how pathetic he must look.

You sat on your bed after having made your way to the Slytherin dorms.

I’m sorry. You’re right, I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know why I said that. I’m stupid and I ruined everything. Please let me make it up to you. I enjoy being with you, I don’t want you to think of me like this.

Like I said before, this was clearly a mistake.

James read your words over and over again and he buried his face in his hands in shame. He stayed there for a long while and by the time he returned to the room, the party was over, and people had started returning to bed. On the left side of the staircase were your enchanted glass slippers precisely where you’d kicked the off and left them.

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my-castles-crumbling · 4 months

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established relationship - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 159

"Oh, Prongs," Sirius whispers, head resting on Remus's lap, watching as James stumbles towards Regulus. James's hopeful expression is equally full of anxiety, and he looks like a puppy approaching a rather severe owner.

"He's a bit pitiful, yeah," Remus responds, hands carding through Sirius's waves, grinning as he sees James clumsily chat up Sirius's younger brother. Regulus, of course, looks completely unphased. Though, anyone who knows him knows James is doing exceptionally well, since Regulus hasn't cursed him yet.

"We were never that bad, right?" Sirius asks, eyes turning upward to meet Remus's.

Remus, thinking back to the hundreds of times he'd stared longingly at Sirius as was supposed to take notes in class or listen to a Professor's directions, swallows. "Erm...nah. Definitely not. Right?"

Sirius, remembering the way he'd agonized to James for days about exactly what shade of black t-shirt to wear to Hogsmeade on his first date with Remus, purses his lips. "Not at all."

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book-of-legends · 10 months

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(@ask-the-shiny-pokemons) Noelle: she approaches two as she sees the observatory with excitement.

“Wow, this place is lookin’ good… Oh, hey! How’s it going? Wow, you kinda remind me of Edin, haha. Okay, forget what I said, what are you guys doin’? It seems ya have been researching something…”

Sirius quickly shoved the Hoopa to the side, he appeared to be distressed at the sight of Noelle in the Observatory.

"There is no possible way you could have gotten in here without help!" He frantically waved his arms about as he began to ramble. "And why in God's name are you walking on two legs! You are a Houndoom, you are most definitely NOT from this universe looking like that!" He groaned as he gestured at her, "Houndooms are strictly a quadrupedal species here, to be bipedal your skeletal structure would have to evolve in a completely different manner! You are not from this universe, you are an anomaly, possibly some kind of anthropomorphic fallacy? How did you get in here!?" "And, Please do not lie, I should be calling security right now. Wezen is going to have my head on a spike!"

"Then how else did this Bipedal Houndoom get in?" They waved a paw at Noelle before turning their attention back to the Hoopa. "Did you really not learn from the Yungoos incident? That was barely a week ago, so don't tell me you don't remember. Good god, Have you not stopped to consider I might LIKE my job, Journey, hm?" He huffed, crossing his arms annoyed. "Hey! That was a one-time thing!" They squealed out, "It's not my fault they were from one of those funny feral universes! I just wanted to play with some mortals, you all are sooo borrriingg!" "Annnd? What kind of excuse is that! Journey for the love of Lunala you cannot just PORTAL-IN unapproved Pokemon just because you're BORED!! GET RID OF THEM, Put this poor Houndoom back into their proper universe!" "Mmmmmmm." Journey hummed in thought, they appeared completely unphased by the Meowstic's panicked rant. "NO. Plus I didn't do it!! SOoooo!" They gave a shrug, "Guess they're my new toy! Seer, I wanna play with the Mortal! Come onnnn, come on, Pleaseee!! Lunala said I can't play with you, so it's only fair!"

#Book 1: The Lunala Observatory #Characters: Sirius #Characters: Hoopa #Books: All Chrono #Oooof that took me a long time... but since my moods been much better 😎 here's a post #Heheh I love it when Noelle graces my inbox she do be my fav ;; right next to Rimi I love every chance I get to draw her or get her asks 😭#Anyway: CAT PANIC TIME #I promise he's not trying to be rude to Noelle he's just VERY confused and has horrible people skills #Also big thanks to sleepy for helping me figure out the base idea for this reply I was honestly stumped for a while #First blog reply are always the hardest for me 😓

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tedwardremus · 3 months

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My most completely made up head canon (as in it is based on NOTHING but my imagination because there is truly nothing to refute it or support it lol) is that James Sirius Potter ends up with Viktor Krum's daughter. I like the idea of her being the eldest sibling too. Like the way I imagine it James follows in Ginny's footsteps with professional Quidditch, and legit becomes the equivalent of Jordan idek. He's considered the GOAT. (TBH I just love the idea of Harry slowly becoming relaxed with the reality of fame since Ginny becomes famous and then eventually so does his son. And he is so proud of both of them. Also, the Potters becoming Quidditch royalty? YES.). And anyways when James Sirius finally settles down as an adult - maybe mid 30s - it is with....Viktor Krum's daughter. Who doesn't play Quidditch herself but loves it, grew up with it, AND grew up with a super famous dad as well SO she is chill and unphased with fame and gossip which is why her and James hit it off and can connect so well. Basically two nepo-babies in love lol. And Harry and Krum becoming in laws and sharing grandbabies, I kind of love the idea. 😭

That's so cute!

I love the idea of Harry staying close with Fleur (well Fleur is family, so of course they are close) and Viktor after the war and they bond as triwizard champs and have a cute little friendship

JSP falling in love with Viktor's daughter is nice!

In my Next Gen stories, JSP is with Neville and Hannah's daughter (who I named Eleanor Augusta Longbottom because I don't see Neville who suffered so much living up to his father's memory naming his kids Frank or Alice)

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up-to-some-good · 9 months

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Traditions (5/9)

I know twelve is a better number. Twelve fics for the twelve days of Christmas and all that but holy shit that's much. Anyway! Here's part five!

CW: child abuse

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24 December 1975

Sirius Black was missing. The Prophet had published the news that morning. "Black Heir Disowned: Whereabouts Unknown" was the headline. The story had been about Walburga and Orion disowning their eldest son and naming Regulus heir. There had been one line about Sirius himself, stating that neither the Prophet nor his parents knew where he had gone after leaving Grimmauld Place.

Remus has Floo'ed straight to the Potters' home, only pausing to tell his mother where he was going. He had expected to find Sirius there, hopefully uninjured, but instead he was greeted by James and his parents, waiting hopefully by the fire. They all stood up when he came through the fire, before seeing who it was and sitting back down in slight disappointment.

"He's not here?" Remus asked, sitting down to join their vigil.

"Not yet," James said, staring back at the fire. "He's not here yet."

They had known for years that something was wrong at the Black household. Sirius would come back to school exhausted, thin, and hiding bruises more often than not. Recently, things had gotten worse. Sirius had been receiving letters from his parents almost daily since his sixteenth birthday. They had started as page long tirades, which Sirius completely ignored, but got progressively shorter until the day before the Christmas break, when Sirius received only one line: "You will fall in line."

He had acted unphased all term, constantly saying he was fine and trying to act normal, but the marauders knew better. At first, he seemed to be looking for trouble, moreso than usual. The he became quiet and distant. He had barely said a word in the first few weeks of December, even skipping his yearly Christmas traditions with Remus. Whatever was going on, it was bad.

And now he was missing. He should have been at the Potter house already, or at least have sent a note or something if he was delayed, but there was nothing. There was no way to track him, so all they could do was wait for word of his whereabouts, or the boy himself.

So that's what they did.

The sun was setting and they were about to give up for the night when Sirius finally appeared, limping through the front door with a backpack and a bloody nose.

"Sorry I'm late," he said breathily. "London is a bit of a far walk from here."

And then he collapsed.

An hour later, Sirius was settled in bed in what was now his room, healed and fed by Effie Potter. He had a broken nose and ankle, a few bruised ribs, and was exhausted from the journey over and the aftereffects of dark magic. He was scarily thin and dehydrated, but he was safe, and even managed to joke a bit with the Potters while they tended to him.

Remus sat by his bed, watching his friend sleeping. He was relieved just to see Sirius there and breathing, never mind the state he was in.

Sirius's sleep turned fitful for a moment before he started awake. He sat up slightly and looked around the room, seemingly ensuring he was still safe, before settling his gaze on Remus.

"Hey, Moony," he whispered.

"Hiya, Pads. You okay?"

"Never better."

Sirius lay back down and rolled over to face Remus.

"Do me a favour, Moons?"

Remus smiled.

"Whatever you need."

"Tell me a story?"

Remus reached forward to squeeze Sirius's hand.

"What story do you want? I can go fetch a book from the library."

Sirius shook his head.

"No need," he responded. "You know this one by heart."

Sirius started whispering the parts he knew before Remus took over, reciting the poem as Sirius drifted off, still holding on to his hand.

Twas the night before Christmas..."

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar fic #pre relationship #but we're getting there #christmas fic #hurt/comfort #sirius is me in when injured #“so sorry for the inconvenience”#“are you bleeding?”#actual conversation i've had

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danpuff-ao3 · 2 years

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Background Snarry Recs

Silly as it sounds to some, seeing my OTP as a background ship in fic brings me such joy!

There is so much potential for drama and angst and all number of adventures when it comes to Snarry. Great romance, tragic heartbreak. They are soulmates, in my heart, destined to fall in love time and again, in every world.

Seeing them in the background, though, is a whole extra level of validation that pleases me greatly! Being able to explore other ships and their potential, while resting sure in my Snarry love. Seeing their brief interactions in other stories is like icing on the cake! Snarry is icing, other ship being the cake. It's that little rush seeing them appear and going "Oh! My boys! 😍"

But mostly it's the validation. They don't have to be front and center to be real. They can take up space in the background, happy and in love. And having a glimpse of them and their relationship through others' eyes.

Frankly, there's not enough background Snarry in the world for my liking! But here are a list of some I've found and loved!

Flint: Staff Reporter

by alisanne. Dudley/Marcus. Rated T. 6k.

Marcus Flint is determined to make his journalistic mark on the world, but upon setting out to get his big story, he discovers something far more intriguing along the way.

The Affair

by AnyaElizabeth. Ginny/Draco. Rated E. 15k. Infidelity. Probably my favorite het fic. I've reread it a lot.

She kept making the same moves every day as though she were on tracks.

Pater Familias

by Leela. Draco/Remus. Rated E. Forced bonding. PTSD.

Draco Malfoy really was too pretty and too young to be sent to Azkaban. After the inevitable occurred, Remus Lupin and Andromeda Tonks agreed to take responsibility for him, and allowed him to serve the rest of his sentence on house arrest in their home. Lucius Malfoy, however, refused to simply trust them with his son's emotional and physical well-being.

Good Breeding

by JoanWilder. Charlie/Draco. Rated E. 31k.

A year after the war, the Ministry takes steps to reverse the dwindling pureblood population by enacting the Pureblood Marriage Law. A year later, they introduce the Male/Male Pregnancy Program. No one is exempt.

More Than It Looks Like

by josephine_wenteworth. Draco/Sirius. Rated E. 8k. Unrequited Draco/Snape and Harry/Sirius.

Sirius and Draco work together to break up Harry and Snape, which somehow in Draco's mind means they have a lot sex with each other. Sirius doesn't mind because anything that gets Harry and Snape fighting is a win for him.

Two Ways Right

by mindabbles. Neville/Teddy. Rated E. 9k.

Sometimes when you go looking for an old, rare plant species, you find an old, rare plant species. And sometimes when you think you're helping someone else, you actually help yourself.

Flora and Fauna

by swtalmnd. Neville/Remus. Rated E. 74k.

School is over, Voldemort is defeated, and it's time for Neville to figure out what the future holds. Apparently, it involves Remus Lupin, high mountains, and a lot of plants.

faint indirections

by tarteaucitron. Neville/Percy. Rated T. 11k.

Professor Longbottom converses with Severus Snape's portrait.

Taking Flight

by zalil. Draco/Neville. Rated T. 4k. Read the end notes!!

Neville is taking Draco to a small get-together with the 'old crowd' (think: MoM break-in team). Draco, reformed but ashamed of his past, is terrified of the reaction of the Gryffs to him in general, and also to his relationship with Neville. Either the Gryffs are completely unphased and don't even understand why Draco is so nervous, or they are all just really understanding that Nev wouldn't be with Draco if he hadn't changed. Either way, they are welcoming and it's great.

#danpuff recs #background snarry

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endversewinchester · 2 years

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I've been on tiktok a lot lately and people seem to be very fond of the hc of Sirius randomly telling a responsible adult (mostly Mcgonagall) that his mom uses Crucio on him and other variations of abuse.

My lovelies. The one thing children with abusive parents don't do is overshare. In fact, they don't even bring the abuse up until they have a ridiculous level of trust on the person they're talking to, and even then they're careful.

Why, you ask?

Because if there's a slight chance that any of that information is going to get back to the parent in question, the abuse is going to get so much worse.

The House of Black are a massively respected and influential wizarding world family. If Sirius goes around telling adult figures about his mother's methods, the adults will surely try to step in, but the odds are they will most likely fail.

The Wizarding world does not have a fair system (and Sirius sure knows about that firsthand, in canon), and when Mcgonagall does her best, but without proof or the power to overthrow Walburga and Orion's influence, it is inevitable that he'll have to go home in the summer. Right to his mother's lap.

Chilling, right? That's why children under those circumstances don't talk, unless they are completely cornered or they fully trust that there's no way things will backfire on them. Keep that in mind when you're writing headcanons about him (or any other character under those circumstances, in any universe).

This doesn't mean you can't add details, but it does mean they should be subtle. Flinching. Nightmares. A regular activity/food/object that everyone else is unphased by but he can't stand. Get creative! But unless you're backing him into a corner and taking the choice of hiding from him, remember to be subtle.

#cami rants #me having another harry potter phase in my 20's is insane #especially right now #but I needed to say this #we don't overshare #oversharing can be deadly #particularly to sirius when his mother is who she is #sirius black #walburga black #harry potter series #marauders era

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starstruckmoony · 2 years

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annoying.

masterlist

pairing - james potter x slytherin!reader

summary - james potter has a crush on you, but you don't feel the same way. or do you?

trope/tags - friends to lovers (kind of), grumpy x sunshine (again, kind of), fluff

word count - 8.5k

warnings - language, mentions of sex

the very first time james tried to get your attention was in your second year at hogwarts. he could not recall the exact moment he realised that he would do quite literally anything for you, even if it meant that he would have to die, but he knew for sure that you were the one he was meant to be with. remus thought he was being a bit dramatic, he was only twelve, for merlin's sake, what does he know about love, but james paid no mind to his worries and complaints. sirius, of course, supported him, and peter simply just trailed along hoping that they will make it out alive. why? well, you were a slytherin.

you were having lunch in the great hall with your peers like every other day. barty was acting like his usual joker self. which, frankly, was not his smartest idea, considering the blaringly obvious fact that everybody was eating and a choking hazard comes in package with laughing while chewing. no one really batted an eye, though. pandora was barely holding herself together, and evan was miserably failing at keeping a straight face. regulus was rather unphased and continued shoving pieces of beef into his mouth, but not while secretly chuckling at the stupid faces barty was making. you and dorcas, being the oldest ones, attempted to calm them all down, but your worries went on deaf ears. regardless, you were having a wonderful time, blissfully unaware of what your life was about to turn into.

"oi, l/n!" the laughter around you faded away and everybody's focus was now shifted to james standing at the entrance of the great hall.

"is that potter?" pandora wiped her tears away and rose up from her seat to see the show which was about to unfold. you furrowed your eyebrows as you slipped away into thought, picturing all sorts of possible terrifying scenarios, because why the hell was he addressing you all of a sudden? out of all people? and so loudly? you'd only ever spoken to him in potions class the previous year when slughorn assigned you to work together.

it was all very confusing and you weren't sure what to make of it.

you panicked when james started walking towards you and failed to notice the way your friends sniggered at the way your face went completely pale, just like that. he slipped into the empty spot next to you, smiling while he was waiting for your reaction. gasps left the mouths of multiple slytherins at the table, and your eyes widened in horror when you recieved dirty looks from snape and his peers. they were certainly going to terorise you and your friends for that.

it took you a few seconds, but you managed to connect the dots in your head. those sudden behavioural changes whenever you passed him in the corridors, the all but subtle glances he would send your way, the smiles, that weird twinkle in his eyes - everything suddenly made sense, as much as you hated to admit it. james potter had a crush on you, and he finally mustered up the courage to do something about it. and in the stupidest way possible.

"hello." you tried sound as polite as you possibly could despite wanting him to give him a hard push to the floor. you were everything but delighted by his presence, and restored to picking at the food in your plate without sparing him a second glance. regulus let out a snort.

"can i ask you something?" he leaned forward on the table with his hand supporting his chin. he was way too enthusiastic for your comfort and you wanted him gone.

"uh, alright, i guess." you shrugged lazily, biting the inside of your cheek in distress. part of you felt like you should let him speak; what if it was school related? potter was smart, and you could use some help on your transfiguration essays. the other part of you, however, was just about ready to strangle you.

"wanna be my girlfriend?" he smiled stupidly and it was followed by hollering and cheering from his friends, including your own. the students at the gryffindor table all appeared to have a million questions running through their minds, and your fellow housemates were not very pleased - not only did he ruin their lunch, but he was a gryffindor. and top of it, he was james potter.

you did a double-take. your mouth fell open in surprise. this was exactly what you feared.

"what?! no!" you whisper-yelled, petrified by his offer. your face was on fire, and not because you were flattered by his words, but purely out of embarrassment. barty and evan dissolved into laughter.

"okay, then how about a date first?" he was persistent and you moved away from him by instinct, only to have dorcas push you forward and towards him.

"no! go away!" you hissed, mortified, and turned your face away from him to hide the fact that it was burning. you almost reached for your wand and hexed them both.

"i have a book with some cool jinxes that i can teach you! it'll be fun! please!" he kept pushing, his eyes sparkling with hope. you swore you felt like smoke was about to come bursting out of your ears. regulus reached from behind dorcas and tapped your back in a comforting manner, but you did not miss the way he smirked after he retrieved his hand.

"teach me?! do you think i'm stupid?!" you snapped, finally whipping your head in james' direction with rage evident on your face.

"i thought you wanted to learn the– ow!" you kicked barty in the shin from under the table. the sudden impact made everybody's plates shake. "hey, i almost spilled my soup!"

"come on, y/n! please!" he decided to shoot his shot one more time, this time with puppy eyes, and a sodding pout, but you refused to give in. nothing in the world could have made you say yes to james bloody potter.

"no." you said sternly, crossing your arms and not allowing yourself to look in his direction again.

"fine! but just so you know, i'm not giving up," he stood up, it was amusing to you how unaffected he was by your rejection. he was as enthusiastic as he was when he first took a seat next to you, "i'm gonna make you mine."

***

and james kept his promise. the next several years at hogwarts became certainly memorable. getting rejected bruised the gryffindor boy's ego, so he was determined to prove himself to you and became quite a little show off. he was awfully cocky, and to top it all off, he did the absolute stupidest things to try and impress you - from jinxing snape after he heard him berate you for messing up a potion, to straight up helping you cheat in transfiguration class and getting himself a year's worth of detentions. he was a gentleman, though, and didn't try to pressure you into going out with him after you made it clear that you did not want to. as much as he adored you, he never went out of his way to actually do something that would cause you discomfort. no, that was his biggest nightmare.

funny enough, it was also why your hatred for him began fading away, and very unfortunately for you, there was no going back. you really had no true reason to dislike him as much as you did, which only made you loathe him even more. truth be told, you felt bad, and that was what you hated the most.

after james' terribly unsuccessful attempt at asking you out, things became rather awkward and you did everything in your power to avoid him. you despised him, or so you told yourself. your friends were sure you did, you spoke about him with so much venom in your voice that pandora thought they'd have to lock you up to stop you from using a forbidden curse on him. but then somehow, the two of you formed a strange sort of relationship, one would even call it friendship - james would randomly wind up in the same places you (he'd always claim that it was only coincidental), but you wouldn't chase him away. yeah, you'd be mean to him, obviously, and any normal person would probably cry, but he was enjoying it, because, well, it was you. when you grew closer to the gryffindor girls, mary macdonald managed to open your eyes and you saw that james wasn't the creep you assumed he was. so, you warmed up to him, and by some strange miracle, stopped completely loathing him and his presence.

though you still found him completely, utterly and unbearably annoying.

"oi, l/n! what you up to?" he showed up in the astronomy tower where you were reading one gloomy afternoon. regulus must have told him where you were, looks like someone's sleeping on the floor tonight. the lake seemed like a perfect place to drop a bed into at times. it's not that you didn't want james there, it's just that you didn't want to see anybody at that particular moment. you had grown to love colder weekends. they were the perfect excuse to avoid any unwanted trips to hogsmeade that would usually lead to you getting in trouble because barty had a habit of setting off a dozen dungbombs to poke at mulciber and snape. as satisfying as it was, you had gotten enough detentions that year and you weren't exactly prepared to receive another howler.

so, you just couldn't miss out on the perfect opportunity to go up into the astronomy tower and read in the peaceful atmosphere. it had always been much calmer up there compared to the other parts of hogwarts.

"reading." you replied flatly, returning your gaze back to the text in front of you. or at least you pretended to do so. no matter how hard you tried, you could not focus again, so you kept your eyes on the same sentence while you waited for him to do something. for a moment, you wondered what he had been up to before he found you. he peeked over your shoulder to take a better look at the writing.

you did not say a word, and you realised that if you sat there pretending to read while waiting for him to leave you alone would most likely take hours, so you continued trailing your eyes over the letters, and got lost in the story once again.

what you didn't notice is that he got invested too, completely by accident. it wasn't james' intention to come down there and read with you, he wasn't even sure what you were up to and all he wanted was to see you, but there he was, reading from behind your shoulder in the tranquil ambient of the tower.

it was when he suddenly asked you to wait before flipping the page that you realised he had been reading with you all along, and you squinted your eyes at him with a glint of curiosity in them.

"what are you doing?" you quiered. the sudden shift in the atmosphere took him off guard a bit, and he gulped when you locked your eyes with his own.

"reading?"

"didn't know that was a synonym for being an annoying little git."

"i'm not that bad." he defended himself, trying to look back at the letters. you scoffed.

"i thought you hated books." you hid the writing away from his gaze and quirked an eyebrow in amusement.

"i don't hate them. i just prefer not to read." he responded, sounding a lot more cocky than intended which drew a chuckle from you.

"way to impress a girl." you rolled your eyes.

"i am professional at it." you laughed in his face.

"at least you're honest," you shrugged, he furrowed his eyebrows in puzzlement, "merlin, are you daft? what i mean is, you're staying true to yourself. not pretending that you enjoy something just to sweep me off my feet. it's admirable."

"of course i am! i could never lie to you. you're the most beautiful creature i have ever beheld in my sight." you let out an exaggerated sound of disgust, pressing your palm against his face and pushing him away, "lay off, romeo."

"oh!" he stood up suddenly, putting his hand over his heart dramatically and looking up, "with love’s light wings did i o’erperch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out. " he glanced back at you. you guffawed, looking at him in bewilderment, "where on earth have you managed to hear that?"

"seen romeo and juliet at the theatre during holidays." you cocked an eyebrow at him. never would you have thought that james potter was the one who'd take interest in muggle literature. "got a favourite scene?"

james pursed his lips in thought. "the morning after." he wiggled his eyebrows and sat back down.

"that's disgusting." you laughed.

"i'm only joking, i think the balcony one would be my favourite. i'd say it's very romantic," he shrugged with a sly smirk, "and it also made me feel the least emotional pain, if you know what i mean." he put a hand to his chest for dramatic effect and sighed.

"oh, merlin." you rolled your eyes playfully, letting out a snigger at his act. "look, i'm gonna be straightforward with you right now," you began. james sat up straight. you held back a laugh, poor fool probably thinks you'll return his sorry little feelings.

"you're not nearly as distasteful as i thought you were." you poked his arm. james looked a bit perplexed, almost as if he was expecting something more (which he was).

but then he laughed breathlessly, seeming more proud than disappointed. you couldn't help but chuckle. he bit the inside of his cheek in thought as he took in the sight of you, wondering how in the hell he got so lucky to know you. you may not feel the same way, but you surely make his life seem like an utopia, even though you're quite mean to him.

"continue, please." he reached over your arm to turn the page. you were rather intrigued by whatever that was.

"hold on for a second. why are you here, exactly?" you leaned forward to prop your chin in the palm of your hand, observing his face attentively as he scratched the back of his neck in thought.

"i guess i wanted to see you." he responded honestly.

"and there i was hoping you had something exciting to tell me." he chuckled lowly. you had come to notice that his voice was getting deeper. it wasn't high pitched and annoying anymore, definitely a lot less infuriating.

"wait, i didn't finish–" he tried to stop you before you could turn the page. "sorry, guess you gotta read faster."

"that isn't fair."

"i beg to differ."

"you're so not cool."

"then why d'you keep pining over me?" james opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. he huffed and crossed his arms. you smiled in victory, laughing when he stuck his tongue out at you.

***

by the end of year four, you had read about ten books together. he even read muggle poetry to you in the hospital wing when you got sick, which, to nobody's surprise, lead to what seemed like never-ending teasing from barty and evan (who were also james' biggest hypemen aside from the marauders). when you looked back at it a few years later, you realised that it was the moment when your first romantic feelings for him started blooming, though you would have never admitted it at the stubborn and rebellious age of fourteen. you were headstrog, a bit in denial as pandora liked to say, and top of it off, you were hard to please. in between all of that was james, who wasn't subtle about being head over heels for you in the least bit, and who would have done anything to get your attention. a match made in heaven, really.

you loved to tease him about it. he sometimes wondered why he had to be the one to fall in love with you. that's where the worst part of it all came in; feeling insecure, comparing himself to his friends, secretly wishing he was sirius (since all the gryffindor heartthrob had to do to win a girl over was to wink in her direction) and an existential crisis as an extra in the package. you clearly were never interested in him, and he couldn't help but think you never would be. sometimes, all he was doing seemed pointless, but he kept telling himself that one day you'll love him the way he loves you.

when your fifth year rolled around, you thought he would've dropped the act by then. you had matured over the summer, or at least you believed you had, and you assumed he had too. you had what some may call a summer romance with some stupid muggle boy, and to everybody's surprise, you were the one to break his heart after realising that whatever you felt for him wasn't love. a little something was stopping you from loving him and you may or may not have attempted to obliviate yourself in order to forget about james. obviously, you failed. stupid idiot.

the entirety of your holidays, you kept wondering if james had got over you, or if he was more lucky than you when it came vacation romance. you thought about him meeting a girl who actually cared for him and returned his feelings instead of teasing him, a girl that could have made him forget you completely, a girl who he had a happy ending with. you rather hated the mere thought of that. thinking about it caused an unexplainable ache in your heart.

much to your own delight, you were totally wrong.

however, things were not the same as they were the three previous years. you two became almost inseparable. dorcas kept teasing james, calling him a thief, saying he took her best friend from her. he would play along, tease her back, and tell her that he's a better best friend anyway. it made your heart flutter in a disgustingly sweet way.

you hated the way he made you feel. you hated the way you wanted to see him more often instead of avoiding him. you hated the way he smiled at you. you hated the way he tried to make you more comfortable by pointing out that you are indeed just friends. you hated james potter, yet you couldn't get enough of him.

you would never admit it, though, no. he was still that stupid little boy who offered to teach you jinxes, that idiot who chased snape away from you like a proper knight in a shining armour, that tosser who's voice was still cracking when you read together in the tower, that adorable–

"do you fancy going to hogsmeade with me tonight?" james appeared from behind you the moment you exited the classroom after finishing with ancient runes.

"studying, sorry." you shrugged, pulling out a piece of parchment to remind yourself which class you had next. "really? that's more important than me?" he sighed in disappointment, trotting after you as you began making your way over to the transfiguration classroom.

"who said you're important to me?" you smirked and looked over your shoulder. he flipped you off with a playful eyeroll, chuckling at the way you looked so proud of yourself for that comment. "i'll meet you at the portrait hole at six." you added.

the two of you entered the classroom, laughing over some horrible joke he cracked on the way. you took your usual seat next to dorcas who shot you a funny look the moment you stepped through the door.

"what?" you deadpanned before slamming your book onto the table and flipping through the pages. "care to explain?"

"explain what?" you scrunched your face up at the amused look on her face.

"twat," she slapped your shoulder, "you and potter?" dorcas motioned her head towards him, and you looked his way to find him scribbling something down into sirius' book. he looked up just in time to meet your eyes and sent a smile your way. you grinned back and turned to your friend again.

"what about me and him?" you weren't quite sure where she was getting at with whatever the hell this was. she knew your relationship with james was platonic with a capital p, simple as that. she laughed in your face.

"dorcas! don't be ridiculous, he's only my friend." you leaned back in your seat, profusely blushing and crossing your arms over your chest. everybody knew that you and james were just friends. nothing more.

"i think you better tell him that." lily turned in her seat to face to you. mary, who was sitting next to her, only nodded her head which confirmed that she wasn't on your side either. and neither was marlene who looked rather amused observing you from the table next to yours. of course she wasn't, the fact that she fancied dorcas was more obvious than she thought.

"oh, please. he even calls himself my best friend, you lot are delusional."

"fuck, y/n, you're hopeless." dorcas groaned, exchanging some disappointed glances with the gryffindor girls. she let her head fall down onto the table in frustration. you scoffed, averting your eyes to james and keeping them there for a while.

that was how the rest of your fifth year went; you and james being friendly, him asking you to accompany him on some stupid adventures he often came up with, you playing hard to get, but agreeing to hang out in the end. all of that would usually be followed by dorcas'... and pandora's... and lily's... and pretty much everybody's pointless attempts to talk some sense into your head. you would brush them off, saying he's just a nice bloke who's nobody but just a good pal of yours. you even said it to sirius.

and all of you knew that wasn't true.

***

soon enough, you began your sixth year and james was starting to lose his mind. he was so in love with you, he could barely keep a calm act around you. hiding it became a lot more difficult. he was convinced that you thought he was over you, because why on earth would somebody still be friends with a person who rejected them and showed zero interest in a romantic relationship? he felt miserable. he wanted you by his side, but just friendship wasn't enough to ease the ache in his heart. one thing was for sure, and that was that he had to talk to you.

he needed to let you know that he still loved you, and pour out all of his feelings if it was necessary. he thought that if you rejected him again, he would drop the whole thing and really, truly settle for just being friends, and that is, if you end up wanting anything to do with him. it would be difficult, getting over you. it would hurt, coming to terms with it all would be an absolute nightmare. he would be heartbroken without a doubt, but he believed he could manage it if he tried hard enough. lies.

very conveniently, you and james got into a bit of trouble that day. that was a well-known concept to you both. neither of you completed your major muggle studies essay on time, hell, you hadn't even started with yours, so you decided to do the only rational thing. which was to ditch the class.

it was nerve-wracking, sneaking through the corridors and trying to avoid getting caught by mrs. norris, or filch, maybe even by a professor, but you managed to make it to the grand staircase. you thought you were going to succeed, you were so close, but surprise, surprise - you were caught by bloody dumbledore himself. instead of cooperating, you tried to make a run for it and hide in a broomstick closet, just in time for filch to catch you.

task failed successfully.

you weren't sure how you managed to dodge getting forbidden from going to hogsmeade or even leaving the school premise, as that was the punishment you both expected to get for running away from the headmaster, but you were more than grateful that the man settled for simply giving you detention.

"do you fancy going for a walk by the lake tonight?" you questioned when you finished cleaning the floor of the potions classroom after your poor attempt at skipping muggle studies.

"what?" james mumbled incoherently, bending over to pick up some crumpled up parchment under one of the seats.

"that was a yes or no question." you crossed your arms. you weren't sure where you were getting all of the confidence from, but you settled for blaming in on james and his self-assuring personality which had quite the influence on you, even though you willingly began spending a little too much time with him. you cursed mentally.

"wait, huh?" he stopped what he was doing, looking rather confused.

"was i not clear enough?" you rolled your eyes in a teasing manner.

"you're asking me to hang out?" his entire face lit up, a hopeful smile found its way to his lips. "yeah, silly, that's what friends do," you scoffed, though you were slightly crumbling on the inside, "so don't you dare treat it as a date." you quickly added, fixing your stance and straighteing your back to come off more relaxed. regardless of your shitty attempt at trying to pretend you were disinterested in him, james looked like he just won the lottery.

"of course." he scrambled to clean up the rest of the mess under the seats as fast as possible. he could not believe you. it truly seemed like he the odds were in his favour that day. just when he was planning on giving up and destroying everything, that simple question restored all the hope he had lost. that was the first time you asked him to hang out. it was usually him initiating everything. you quietly giggled at his overjoyed reaction, and a strange feeling washed over you. you ignored it, all of it, and settled for avoiding his gaze as much as you could for the last thirty minutes of detention.

eight o'clock rolled around so fast you could barely keep track of it. you were in a state of disarray - nervous, panicking and desperately trying to come up with some excuse you haven't used to brush james off before just so that you didn't have to show up. but that would be stupid, wouldn't it? you were the one who wanted to hang out. dorcas, evan, barty, regulus and even pandora were laughing at you, showing no signs of wanting to help you and refusing to give you any form of emotional support whatsoever.

"what great friends you are." you remarked sarcastically, pulling the first jumper you saw in your trunk over your head.

"isn't that his?" barty smirked devilishly, scanning the clothing item with his eyes. you furrowed your eyebrows, looking down just to see that the gryffindor jumper you put on did not in fact belong to you. your eyes went wide. all five of your friends convulsed with laughter when you scrambled to take it off. evan fell off of dorcas' bed right onto the hard floorboards.

"i don't know how it got here, but i swear it's not what you think!" regulus was clutching his stomach after joining evan on the floor, and you threw the jumper right in his face. pandora wiped some tears away with the sleeve of her shirt and then quietly chuckled again as she was trying to stop any more tears from coming.

"i will strangle you all, i'm not joking." you lifted your hands up in frustration, stomping back to your trunk and this time taking a shirt you were sure was yours.

"oh, c'mon, we're only teasing you," dorcas stood up, walking over to where you were and hugging you from behind, "i'm sure the laundry got mixed up." barty trailed off, and you could see him holding back a grin.

"right, but," dorcas pulled away from you and began walking backwards towards the door, "it would be quite romantic if you kept it after a nice shag, wouldn't it?"

"dorcas!" you screeched, and she was out of your reach before you even made it halfway towards the door. your friends burst into giggles again, or what was left of them, as evan and regulus were half-dead. you were a blushing mess, and you left your room resembling an angry child who was moments away from throwing a tantrum, but not without james' quidditch jumper in your hands.

you didn't notice the strange looks you were given by the students you passed by in the dungeons. you looked furious, with your jaw clenched and your face beet red, all while holding onto something which belonged to a certain dark-haired gryffindor. your thoughts did not seem to go in that direction even once. you could think of nothing but james.

the mere thought of him made you feel strange. it was a feeling that wasn't too familiar to you, but you had quite clear of an idea of what it could be and it was devouring you. simply looking at him made you feel giddy. his smile would make your heart jump. the light brush of his shoulder against yours would make you shiver. you were in love. but boy were you stubborn.

"who hurt you?" you stopped in your tracks when you heard james' voice come from behind you. you met his warm gaze. there it was, that flutter in your heart again. you blamed his smile for it. you almost cringed at yourself, you were so preoccupied by thinking of him that you failed to acknowledge his actual presence.

was he always that attractive? his eyes are so pretty. how's his skin that perfect? god, his lips look-

your swallowed harshly, feeling heat rush to your cheeks and the handsome boy standing in front of you gave you a questioning look. you cleared your throat before handing him his jumper.

"i found this in my trunk." you looked down in embarrassment, crossing your arms and fiddling with a loose thread on the sleeve of your shirt.

"oh!" he took it from your hands, his jaw fell slack, "how did that - there must've been mix up with the laundry."

"probably." you replied dryly, avoiding his gaze. "won't you be cold?" he questioned when he noticed how light the shirt you had on looked. the sleeves reached your elbows, the material was almost see through and certainly not suitable for chilly autumn weather.

"i'll manage." you shrugged lazily, looking down at the floor. those old tiles seemed rather amusing all of a sudden.

"put it on." you lifted your head. you looked at the clothing item, then at james. you sighed and reached for the soft material. "thanks," you mumbled under your breath, holding the jumper close to your chest in a tightening grip, "should we go now? or are we just gonna stand here like idiots?" you put on a smile, hoping it would look convincing enough and hide the embarrassing fact that you were nervous. really nervous. first date nervous. you may have had to remind yourself that that little hangout of yours was supposed to platonic. friendly. not romantic. definitely not a date with that boy who's life goal was to win you over because he was desperately in love with you. and he fucking succeeded.

you lost track of time. neither of you knew how many hours had passed or how long you'd been sitting at the shore, lost in conversations about something that may seem so irrelevant to the ears of others, but so important to the two of you. you found comfort in being able to open up to james. it was different than talking to dorcas, or evan, or any of your other friends. it warmed your heart, and in a strange way, it felt like home.

you only realised how late it had gotten when the sky above you turned dark and became covered with stars. finishing that date off with stargazing would have been a delight, but rain decided to make an unexpected visit and ruined your good plans.

you retreated inside together through one of the passageways james and the other three marauders managed to discover, tippy toeing your way through the corridors in attempt to go unseen and unheard. you successfully made it through the portrait hole without alerting a prefect, and you stepped through the door of james' room, sighing in relief. james could finally release the breath he was holding all the way down from the lake. that was one of the rare times he didn't fail at sneaking around without his cloak. you celebrated a tad bit too soon, though - the high pitched voice of a seventh year girl who was supposed to keep the peace at night came from behind you, and you froze in your spot. james gulped, making eye contact with you before turning to face her.

"potter, what on earth are you doing outside at this hour?" james laughed uncomfortably, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his hoodie as he tried to come up with an excuse, "i was uh," he let out a cough, making the prefect eye him suspiciously, "i was using the bathroom."

"why aren't you wearing your pyjamas?"

"i was busy doing, uhm, something else, y'know, forgot to change and stuff."

"and what is that thing that you were doing, exactly?"

"i don't really think you'd wanna know." he grinned in misery, and you had to slap your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from making any sounds. the girl's eyes widened as she realised what the younger meant. she turned beet red and massaged her temples in frustration.

"merlin's beard, oh, fuck– shit! get out of my sight, we'll pretend this never happened. shoo, leave."

"sorry." he gave her one last awkward smile before sliding into his room, slamming the door shut and leaning against it. "remind me not to do that ever again."

"why not? that was pretty hilarious." you snickered at his demeanor - the boy's cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment.

"that poor girl probably thinks i was wanking in there." he groaned, waddled away from the door and slumped down onto his bed. the springs in the mattress squeaked from the impact. "if i don't get kicked out this year, then i must be a walking felix fucking felicis." he continued rambling as he began digging through the mess under his bed.

"where are your friends?" you looked around the room curiously. the other marauders were nowhere to be seen. "they're sleeping in the girls dormitory tonight."

you hummed as you took a seat on the floor beside him and eyed some of the items he had scattered around. a couple of chocolate frogs, some crumpled pieces of parchment and quills, a few records, and an empty bag of whatever the hell he got at zonko's next to a small stack of books. "so, what do we do now?" you looked his way, and he shrugged as he ducked under his bed, with only his legs peeking out. the action drew a snort from you. he dusted himself off as he dove back from under the bed.

"can you help me out?" he scratched the back of his head.

"what are we looking for here, exactly?" you questioned as you peeked underneath. "no clue. i'm trying to find something fun we can do."

"have you still got that book about jinxes?" james blinked in surprise. "with the ones i offered to teach you, what, like four years ago?" he gave you an amused smile.

"yeah, figured i should make up for breaking your heart or whatever." and definitely not because you realised that it was a perfect date idea. definitely not.

"i might, if sirius hasn't snatched it." he shrugged and then you both started digging through the dark and dusty mess of books, boxes and smelly socks.

"is this," your hand grabbed onto something which felt like a glass bottle, "muggle alcohol?!" you laughed at the way james' face went pale.

"i swear that's not mine!" he immediately defended himself, reaching for the bottle desperately.

"no need to lie, potter, i've a fair share of that stashed under my bed as well."

by two in the morning, both of you were absolutely pissed, but had no intention of stopping until the bottle was completely empty. so much for the jinxes.

"have you ever shagged somebody?" it was strange. the alcohol seemed to have effects similar to what was known as the veritaserum. so apart from the constant laughing fits it gave you, it made you both feel rather confident. so confident you kept spilling out truths and secrets not even your friends knew. and, well, it made you flirty. especially yourself. just a few hours ago, you were freaked out by the mere thought of getting involved romantically with the boy in front of you, but now you were shamelessly asking each other questions about your love lives. not to mention that you managed to lose your clothes in the process. james was shirtless, and you lost your trousers.

"how dare you ask me such a question?" james gasped dramatically, drawing a snort from you, "i reckon your body count is higher than mine."

"are you calling me a slut, potter?" you asked in amusement, he shrugged lazily with a smirk on his lips, "no, i'm calling you more attractive than myself."

"why thank you, my dear friend," you smiled, feeling another surge of confidence shoot through you after receiving the drunken compliment. friend. that word suddenly sounded strange.

"i haven't." james finally spoke after a few moments of silence. that little soberity you had left was what held you back from smiling.

"me neither." james bit his tongue. he felt like he could breathe normally, at last. you were relieved, and so was he.

"virgins." he let himself fall back onto the floor. you scoffed, snatching the bottle out of his hand.

by the time the sun had started to rise, you were fast asleep - james sitting down with his back up against the wall, and you on the floor with his jumper posing as your pillow. james was lucky that lily and the girls agreed to take in his three idiot friends that night because he would have had to deal with endless teasing if they had been present.

the sound of a loud knock on the door shook you both awake, and your head was met with the bottom of sirius' bed when you tried to sit up. you groaned out in pain, letting your head fall down onto the red jumper that smelled of that specific vanilla-scented bodywash only james used. you hated how you loved it.

"potter!" dorcas' voice pierced through the door from the other side, and the boy groggily sat up, making his way over to the door. the hangover headache was unbearable, but it was something he could have expected as an aftermath of last night's turn of events. the whiskey bottle lied empty on the floor. he wasn't sure how either of you managed it, but he woke up to a clean floor, and no stomach-turning stench of vomit.

"you knocked?" he leaned against the doorframe, his vision a bit blurry as he barely had time to think or grab his glasses after being woken up so suddenly.

"have you by any chance seen y/n?"

he wordlessly opened the door wider, and a very exhausted, hungover looking creature came into dorcas' view.

"what's this?" dorcas smirked, resting her hands on her hips.

"uh, a friendly hangout? what else? wait, where are my trousers?" you murmured, not quite sure of what you were stating as your brain hadn't woken up properly just yet. the piercingly painful headache was not helping.

"friendly, huh?" she eyed you both with a hint of mischief in her eyes. "yes, friendly." james confirmed.

dorcas sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with her pointer finger and thumb. she felt a migrane incoming. you tiredly stood up from the cold floor, feeling a wave of pain shoot through your back from lying on such a hard surface. "goddammit, remind me to sleep on the bed next time." you winced, stretching in attempt to soothe the pain.

dorcas left, with marlene trailing along with her (to nobody's surprise), after you and james decided to head down to the kitchen to ask the house elves for some leftovers from breakfast since you missed it. you were lucky that the elves loved you both, and you were given a few pieces of toast as well as some strawberry jam.

you sat in the gryffindor common room, quietly chatting with james. mary and remus joined you and they took their seats in the chairs in the corner of the room, along with sirius who claimed that sitting in between remus' legs was more comfortable than any armchair. you and james, however, were squashed together on the sofa. you recieved several questioning looks from other students. not necessarily because you were a slytherin in the gryffindor common room, but because you sat so close to one another. you were practically sitting in his lap. someone unaware of the status of your relationship would have assumed you were dating. james' friends noticed too, but decided not to say anything, though they couldn't hide those proud smiles that found their ways to their lips.

***

you could not stop thinking about that night for days. and you did everything you could to forget about it. you drowned yourself in school work just to wipe the thought of it out of your mind. hell, you did extra credit. you even bullied pandora into being a model for your paintings for two weeks straight, and went as far as to make yourself accompany barty on his daily adventures where he was essentially begging for detention. but nothing was helping. that was the best date of your life. not like you had many to chose from, but it was the best. shit.

"oh, for fuck's sake! it was not a date! shut up!" you said to yourself, or to be more specific, your malfunctioning brain. you were speed-walking through the corridors, your breath uneven and cheeks red.

you came back from the gryffindor dormitories to the dungeons after another friendly hangout with james. all those things you did to forget about the first one ended up seeming rather pointless. much to your dismay, you realised you can't go too long without seeing him, as it turned out. the boy successfully found his way into your heart after all those years. and you didn't even know why. well, him being james potter should be enough of an explanation. you were visibly flushed. dorcas raised both of her eyebrows once she saw you and then fell back into her pillow, shaking with laughter.

"oh merlin, you are so red." she pointed at your face, giggling uncontrollably.

"great observation skills, meadowes." you responded sarcastically, pulling james' jumper over your head and tossing it onto your bed. yes, you forgot (read: didn't want) to return it, and no, he didn't mind because he wanted you to have it.

"where's everyone?" you quickly changed the subject. you were not ready to talk about whatever the hell your relationship with james was at that moment. you were pretty sure you wouldn't ever be ready to talk about it.

"well, regulus is probably throwing snape into the lake. again. barty and evan are surely snogging somewhere and i think pandora went for a poo, but i'm not sure." dorcas shrugged. her eyes didn't leave you, which obviously meant she was curious about what happened while you were gone. of course she was, she was one of your best friends after all. one of them, just like james. she may have got strange thrills from teasing you, but she cared about you and she made sure you knew that. so did the rest of your friends, even though they were all out and about in that given moment.

you sighed, covering your face with your hands. you felt guilty - not because you were in love with james, hell no, but because it took you so long to admit it to yourself. you never once thought of his feelings or what you've been putting him through for all those years. the first time you felt a bit different while he was by your side, you chalked it up to some weird feelings of admiration and tried to forget about it. but then it just kept happening, and you couldn't simply brush it off and pretend it's nothing. you weren't even sure why you kept lying to yourself; maybe it was because you were so set on the two of you being just friends, maybe it was because you got so used to his presence and his embarassingly obvious eagerness that you couldn't imagine living your life without all of that in it.

tears welled up in your eyes, and you bit the inside of your cheek to prevent any sounds from escaping. dorcas was not as oblivious as you thought she might be. she could immediately tell something was wrong and she rushed over to your side, wrapping her arms around you until you were comfortable enough to speak.

"dorcas, i'm in love with him," you cried, clutching her shirt as she held you close to her chest. "i know, darling." she sighed.

"i'm such a bloody idiot."

"i would usually say that's not true, but i don't really think i'd be doing either of us a favour if i denied it." that drew a laugh from you, but you quickly returned to your messy state. dorcas kept rubbing comforting circles into your back until your shoulders stopped shaking and you were able to speak properly without breaking out into tears again.

"am i an awful person?" you quiered, staring into what seemed like a void to you. you looked lifeless, and dorcas sighed, putting her hand on your knee.

"y/n, we both know you aren't. and james knows that too."

"but what if i am? dorcas, i hurt him. i treated him like a puppet and i never took his feelings seriously."

"well, i can't argue that," she bit the inside of her cheek, "but you know, you couldn't have exactly done much about it. you can't just force yourself to love somebody. and some people take a while to come to terms with their feelings, and that's okay, so don't you dare blame yourself for that. he's still in love with you, anyway."

"i could have just not befriended him." you picked at your nails as you spoke.

"that wouldn't have helped him much, would it?"

"it wouldn't make him feel as miserable."

"maybe, but you'd break his heart either way and the poor bloke would probably still feel the same. look, he was annoying as shit, and you may have been a bit, well–"

"evil?" you interrupted. she covered your mouth with her hand. you blinked in surprise and she laughed at you.

"alright, yeah, but y/n, don't you think you could fix that now? you know, do something about it at last?"

"don't make me make you, 'cause you might be the next person to get dunked into the lake. i'm feeling particularly ruthless today." regulus suddenly appeared at the door, leaning against it with his arms crossed.

"how long have you been standing there?" you spoke once dorcas retrieved her hand.

"just got here, actually."

"as i was saying," dorcas raised her voice and then put a finger over her mouth to motion for regulus to shut up. he raised his hands up in defeat, "do what you need to do."

"you know what's tomorrow though, right?" regulus interrupted once again. you and dorcas exchanged confused glances, but her face shifted into something that seemed more amused than questioning.

***

"oi, potter!" you pushed open the door of the great hall. the laughter around james faded away and everybody's focus was now shifted to you standing at the entrance, but you were looking for one person's eyes in particular.

it didn't take you very long to find them. james' surprised gaze met your rather nervous one, and you made your way towards the gryffindor table, just like he skipped over to the slytherin one four years ago.

you slid into the empty spot next to him and smiled while you were waiting for him to say something. just like last time, you failed to notice the way all of the students around you chuckled as they watched the show unfold. all because of you and james, yet again.

"hello." he sat up straight, holding back a smile that wanted to make its way to his lips.

despite being friends for all those years, you never once had the chance to sit next to each other at lunch, other than that one particular day in your second year. so he took the sudden change in your behaviour as a good sign, especially after the events of the previous night, and the night at the lake.

"can i ask you something?" you leaned forward on the table with your hand supporting your chin. james furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, and then his mouth fell open in surprise. he laughed breathlessly, shaking his head at your teasing smile.

"go ahead." he shrugged. his eyes haven't left you since you entered the great hall. it was not making your job easier, but you weren't gonna let that pretty face of his stop you from doing what you came to do.

"wanna be my boyfriend?" you smiled stupidly and it was followed by hollering and wooing from all of the students at the table, including his friends, and your own from behind you, "okay, now sn–" barty was shut up by evan's hand clamping over his mouth before he could finish that. pandora was violently blowing her nose into a tissue already. regulus seemed unphased, even though he wasn't. and dorcas looked like she finally discovered the true meaning of inner peace.

james did a double-take, and then grinned like an absolute idiot. you were furiously tapping your foot against the tiles, but froze when he cupped your cheek with his hand.

"can i kiss you?" you nodded, biting your lip to hold back the squeal that was threatening to escape. james was glowing. he grinned, launching himself forward. his lips finally met yours. your hand instinctively found its way to the back of his neck, pushing him further against you. his lips were so soft, and he kissed you like you were the most precious thing in the world. you could feel each other smiling into the kiss, and you broke apart giggling like two fools.

"is that a yes?" you quiered, just in case.

"oh god, yes." then he kissed you again, only to be pulled back by sirius who had just about enough of the pair of you, "some of us are trying to eat, thank you very much."

"sod off." james smacked the back of his head. he could not care less about what anybody else thought at that moment. sirius shook his head as he exchanged a knowing glance with his own lover, and neither of the boys could be bothered to hide their smiles.

"i wanted to do that for six years." james leaned his forehead against yours. you quickly pecked his lips again. "don't worry, i'll make it up to you."

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hi dylan! i've seen you around a lot but never interacted with your posts before (a tragic error) so i wanted to remedy that by saying that 'July' was very beautiful and utterly perfect!

P.S. I've heard some mumblings about Shirtless James May 👀👀 here is my formal request for you to participate 😂

Oh my gosh, hi! I’ve definitely seen your username around, so it’s lovely to finally say hello :) That’s so sweet, I’m glad you liked July- it was very fun to write! And you know what else was fun to write? This ridiculous one shot for Shirtless JP May, dedicated you, @sunshine-marauders <3

Three Times Lily Evans Did NOT Want to See James Potter Shirtless and One Time She Most Certainly Did

***

“Mr. Potter, please put your trousers back on, my boy!”

“Sir, I would, but there’s just no way of telling if this potion might be poisonous, and I’d rather play it safe.”

Lily’s eyes narrowed as she shrugged off her own robes, now covered head to toe in acidic slime from the Dungbomb that had just exploded in her and Sev’s cauldron. The purple liquid smelled something foul, but there was nothing poisonous about what was once a perfectly brewed Sleeping Draught. James Potter knew that, but he’d stripped down to his pants regardless.

“Really, Professor Slughorn, I don’t mind,” Potter continued while he sauntered back to his own workstation, bare chest puffed out as though he wasn’t practically nude in the middle of the damn classroom. His display garnered a collection of giggles from around the dungeons and a wolf whistle from Remus. “And who am I to deny my fellow third years of this view?”

Lily scoffed. She couldn’t speak for her classmates, but she knew her own view consisted of scrawny limbs, knobbly knees, and the most insufferable smirk known to wizardkind. And when he turned to her with fingers running through his hair and an infuriatingly pointed look in her direction, Lily balled her hands into fists, nails digging into her palms to keep herself from reaching out to smack that stupid grin and those lopsided glasses clean off his face.

***

“There’d better be a good explanation for this, Potter.”

“It kills me, Evans, because there is an excellent explanation for our current predicament- one that I think you’d find admirable and impressive- but unfortunately we’re sworn to secrecy, so you’ll just have to assign us detentions and continue on with your rounds for the night.”

Lily turned, exasperated, to Remus, whose Prefect’s badge looked awfully heavy on his robes that night. He didn’t meet her eye, instead focusing on his three naked friends standing before them in the middle of the first floor corridor. Well, mostly naked. Each of the fifth year Gryffindor boys held strategically placed Shrivelfig leaves to cover their most intimate areas, but only Peter looked as though that protection was a matter of life or death. Sirius stood as casually as he always did, completely unphased to find himself caught clothesless in the middle of the night, and James somehow looked more confident than usual (if that was even possible) with his chest on full display. He seemed to be strategically flexing every Quidditch-trained muscle as he grinned down at her with that pointed look she’d become far too familiar with. She spent every last drop of concentration keeping her eyes locked on James’ face to avoid any potential… drifting.

“Did you have any luck?” said Remus after a moment. Lily whipped around in shocked betrayal. He couldn’t possibly approve of this behaviour?

“Not this time,” Sirius responded, “but I got bloody close. Don’t think having clothes makes a difference, but it was worth trying.”

“I’d say we should be on track to making it work before the end of the month,” added James, his crooked grin turning into a proper smile.

Remus’ eyes sparkled. “Holy shit, that’s brilliant.”

Lily let out a frustrated grunt before turning on her heel to storm away from the disrobed boys and her fellow Prefect, upset that Remus wouldn’t take their duties seriously, but thankful to be out of sight from James’ sharp gaze, finally able to let the blush she’d been desperately fighting back escape across her cheeks.

***

“I’m sorry, Evans, but I don’t make the rules. You’ve got to lose an article of clothing or else you’ll have to forfeit.”

“That’s bollocks, Black, you literally came up with the idea for Strip Exploding Snap this evening.”

The sixth years were circled up around the Common Room’s fireplace, loose socks and sweaters littering the floor, a half-empty bottle of stolen Firewhisky passing around from hand to hand. If it weren’t for Mary’s ridiculous crush on Sirius, Lily would never have found herself anywhere near this kind of event, but she’d decided to be a good friend, and now she was down to an undershirt and knickers. It was unclear whether her face burned red from the whiskey or the nerves.

“Look, Evans,” Sirius continued with an air of indifference, “if you’re not going to participate, you can just put your cards back in the pile-”

“I’ll do it for her!” James nearly shouted as he jumped up from his seat, swaying slightly. His eyes as glossy as the crooked glasses falling down his nose. He reached for the collar of his white t-shirt, grabbing hold to pull it over his head, but a competitive rush propelled Lily to her feet.

“No!” she protested before the shirt could make its way too far up James’ stomach. He froze in place, peering over the fabric at her in confusion. “You can’t just play for me, Potter, that’s not fair. I want to win on my own.”

“Really, Evans, I don’t mind,” laughed James, finally following through to remove the shirt completely. His glasses came off in the process, stuck in the fabric, and Lily nearly choked as her mouth went dry at the full sight of him, broader and fuller than she’d remembered. Had she ever seen him without his glasses before? His face as naked as his torso? She needed another drink.

“I’m not going to let you cheat,” she said, actually stomping her foot in the process. And to prove the dedication to her claims, she stripped down to her bra and sent James her most determined, pointed stare. His glasses made their way back to his face so fast, he nearly poked his eye out. “Now, put your shirt back on, Potter, or I’ll come over there and do it myself.”

“That’s not the threat you think it is, Evans,” he breathed, nearly choking on his words.

Lily thought her leaping heart must be horribly visible through her exposed skin.

“Do you both need the rest of us to leave?” chimed in Sirius, throwing Lily from her rapidly spiraling thoughts.

She immediately sat back down, throwing James his shirt in the process, desperately trying to contain the butterflies threatening to escape through her throat. His shirt never made it back over his head and the rest of the night no longer passed in minutes, but instead in glances stolen from across the room.

***

“Whatever is the problem, Miss Evans, my dear?”

“Sir, I accidentally spilled an entire vial of Mermaid venom all over Potter. It’s burned straight through his robes and I’m worried it might be serious. Do you mind if I leave to take him to Madam Pomfrey’s?”

Professor Slughorn fumbled out a concerned response, granting his blessing, and Lily spared no time grabbing James by the wrist to drag him out of the classroom and through the dungeons. His eyes were wide as he studied the golden liquid eating through the fabric of his sweater. “Is this poisonous?” he asked, fingers fumbling with his deteriorating uniform.

Lily spun around with emerald fire behind her eyes. “It is,” she responded, stopping him in his tracks as they turned a corner. “So we ought to play it safe and get these off you.”

She watched his eyes flash with sudden realization before she pulled off his sweater and made quick work of the buttons on his shirt.

The knowing grin that broke out across James’ face sent waves of elation through her heart, radiating out to find him again and pull him down to her. Their mouths met with smiling lips and heavy sighs, eager to reconnect after what felt like ages apart, but in reality, couldn’t have been more than an hour.

“What did I do to deserve this?” James asked through jagged breaths as he grabbed for the door handle to the nearest broom closet, dragging Lily in after him by the waist.

“You gave me that look,” she said, laughing slightly as she moved her hands up his warm skin to comb through his tousled hair. “That bloody pointed look you get that drives me crazy.” She kissed him and he deepened it before pausing.

“Wait. You poisoned me because I looked at you?”

“I spilled poison on you because I wanted to get your shirt off.”

He beamed, his smile brightening the dim, crowded cupboard as he brought his hands up to hold her face. “Well, in that case, who am I to deny you this view?”

She scoffed. Then kissed him again.

#shirtless james potter may #i wasn't going to participate to this extent #but you asked so nicely!#<3 #jily fic #jily #james potter #lily evans #one shot #shirtless jp may

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imkittyjustkitty · 2 years

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Hi!! Could I please get a ship for marauders era and book era of Harry Potter? I'm a straight female, she/her and I'd prefer a male please <33

Physical description - I'm 5'9 and I have long, curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and slight dark circles under my eyes and I have broad shoulders. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down!

Personality description - It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious, I love being the best at everything I do, though I sometimes struggle with the hardwork and conviction needed to get there. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I also daydream a lot and I can get lost in my own world for hours. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn and I tend to be withdrawn at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm quietly competitive. My love languages are acts of service and physical touch. I'm a ravenclaw and my mbti is infp and my enneagram is 4w3

Hobbies/likes - I love reading, my favorite genres are fantasy and poetry. I also love learning about new things and collecting knowledge, I'm very interested in psychology, history, mythology and folklore, and fashion! I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching psychological thrillers and romcoms.

Thank you very much! I hope you're keeping well and that your family recovers soon ❤️ Have a nice day <33

hiii !! i hope youre also keeping well and tysm for the kind wishes for my family <33

💗 ships under cut bc otherwise this post is a bit long <3

Golden Trio Era ;

i ship you with... Cedric Diggory

i know this is kind of obscure but you said you love being in love (love the sentiment honestly its so nice !! /g) and i think of Cedric and the two just line up, like i can totally see you and him just on the cutest, movie-esque picnic date !! shipping you with a golden trio era character was hard (also i cant confidently write for half of them so the pool of choices was very small lol!) but you and Cedric seem like such a cute pairing, like even based solely on vibes i can just tell you'd be such an aesthetic couple, not in quite a matching outfits sort of way, but just a 'woah there goes an inexplicably aesthetic couple' 💗

Marauders Era ;

i ship you with... Sirius Black

i can definitely see you and Sirius on a date stargazing, and him just lovingly explaining the myths behind each constellation to you and it just being a lovely intimate moment where you guys are just lying there holding each others hands and its so <33. he will always be ready for an adventure, whether it be exploring the hidden corners and passages of hogwarts, and wandering aimlessly through forests and just enjoying each others presence and the incredible plants and creatures around you, but you better be fully prepared for him to do something dumb like climb a tree that is clearly not safe enough to climb. but hey he justifies by saying that 'he did it for you' which he believes is a certainly valid reason. 100% has had trouble with expressing his emotions, and struggles with communication which being with you helps him so much because you're so easy to talk to. also watch thriller movies and he will either be completely unphased or wont sleep for the next week there is no in between (but hey as long as you're there to hug him tell him 'no there's not a sentient doll in your closet' he'll be okay 💗 )

<3 and as a little bonus — my second choice for a marauders ship for you is Remus Lupin ! just had to mention that you guys would totally wear matching sweaters and be the absolute cutest !! and reading together <3 just <33

#anonymous #love is always lovely in the end — ships #ship request #ship requests #marauders ship #harry potter ship #marauders x reader #harry potter x reader #cedric diggory x reader #sirius black x reader

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livinginshambles · 11 months

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Preview: I thought you'd be different | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Summary: A Cinderella Story, but Hogwarts. (Enemies? to lovers)

Notes: Sorry I've been mia; i wrote this today, it's all I have so the full fic will probably take a while, not proofread, mistakes blah blah, enjoy!

PS. I am currently no longer making a taglist because I can't keep up with it, I'm really sorry!

Masterlist. Taglist

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You could still remember the moment vividly, as if it was engraved in your memory.

That moment when the sorting hat placed you in Slytherin instead of Gryffindor like your two older sisters had been sorted. You could still see the look of surprise, concern, horror and then eventually disgust, every time you closed your eyes.

“Now we finally know your true colors,” is what you sister Alyssa had hissed coldly at you. You had pleadingly looked at your other sister, but Marla had supported her twin sister, disregarding the confused and scared look in your eleven-year-old eyes.

A feeling of victory erupted inside of you, and you couldn’t help the small smirk that crept up your face.

“Did you get rid of Regulus or something?” Sirius taunted. “Finally had enough of him following you around, did you L/N?”

“Go die in a ditch, Sirius,” you retorted with an eyeroll, but seemed unphased.

“Why so much hostility,” James unpleasantly remarked, and you halted in your step.

To be petty or not to be petty, you sighed and rolled your eyes.

“10 points from Gryffindor for loitering,” you decided.

The two marauders started to protest.

“If you have nothing to do, other than insulting students, I would love to recommend you to Professor McGonagall for detention. Heard she was still looking for the person who made all the pumpkins explode last week during Halloween, and you guys are terrible at getting rid of the evidence.” It effectively shut them up, and with a last glance up and down, you continued your way towards the room of requirement.

He had gone to the Room of Requirements earlier that day and found a piece of paper floating in the air. Of course, levitating stuff wasn't that strange, but it had intrigued him nonetheless.

James unfolded the paper, and his eyebrows flew up. Lines were appearing on the paper by itself, and a beautiful portrait of a weeping willow with a girl who was crying on a bench under the tree, appeared.

James fumbled to find his quill and ink. Then he started to write something on it, in a handwriting that he only ever used for written exams.

(Credits to Professor McGonagall who had announced that she would not be grading anything she couldn’t read. And she had looked over her glasses at him while she said it.)

It’s beautiful.

You dropped the parchment at the words that formed right under your drawing. You traced it with your fingers. Then you decided to write back.

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#james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter x fem!reader #james potter fic #james potter imagine #james potter angst #james potter fluff #marauders era #marauders #james potter fanfic #marauders fanfiction #james potter fanfiction #marauder x reader

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mariekavanagh · 3 years

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⭐⭐ for your WIP Circinus!

"They said he hasn't touched anything for three days, now" said the guard wizard from outside the cell, having noticed Walburga's interest.

He stood, leaning against the outside of the cell door, his arms hugged across his chest against the cold, his magpie perched on his shoulder, matching the almost-bored look of its owner.

"That's how we know they haven't got long left" said the wizard, his tone infuriatingly casual for the words he spoke. "When they stop eating"

Walburga felt a spark of rage ignite inside her. How dare this insolent slip of a wizard speak so callously in front of her?

One thing I kept in mind whilst writing the scene in which Walburga visits Sirius in Azkaban was that I wanted to convey the prison guard's complete desensitisation to his surroundings and the prisoners. He's spent so much time in this hellish place surrounding by suffering, death and intense gloom that he's completely immune to it, unphased by the dementors' influence or the torment of the prisoners. Walburga might be shocked by how callously he speaks of her son's approaching death, but to him its just another day at the office.

#circinus #my writing #azkaban #azkaban prison #asks

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nah-she-didnt · 4 years

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Prompt 32. “Then why are you still here?! Go!”

Hiya, thank you for the prompt! This turned into part 2 of Soldiers.

Soldiers, Pt. 2

The wind whistled through his hair as he finished his third lap around the pitch. The first lap was always slow, deliberate, controlled. The second, he streaked past the stands in a blur of red and gold, but slowed down for the corners, practicing braking and turning until the movements became as natural as breathing. In the third lap, he let go completely.

Today, however, James’ head was not in the practice.

He cursed under his breath as he missed his mark below the third hoop on the south side. He’d slowed down too much to make the play like he’d planned. That sloppiness would never win him the championship match against Slytherin.

He landed hard on the ground and chucked his broom away in frustration. He needed to concentrate. He needed to stop thinking about the betrayal in Lily’s voice or the way she’d flushed with fury. The way Sirius had stood there and refused to defend him. It was all so unfair. Didn’t she realize that he was only working with Dumbledore to keep her safe? Why couldn’t she believe that he was capable of greater things than straight O’s on his exams?

Of course, she had been right, he was being stupid. Stupid to think she wouldn’t be furious with him when she learned of the danger he put himself into. Because that’s what it all came down to. She didn’t want to see him get hurt.

James glanced toward the horizon. The sun had begun to go down now. It wasn’t safe to be alone in the dark these days. He bent down, picked up his broom (which, to his dismay, he had thrown right into a pile of muck), and walked back toward the castle.

He wasn’t surprised at all to see Lily waiting for him in the Great Hall.

A new wave of defiance swept through him, and he did not slow down to greet her.

“I need to talk to you.” Lily’s eyes were rimmed with red as if she’d been crying. James felt his resolve weaken. He willed himself not to break in front of her.

“‘Bout what?” he mumbled as he strode past her. She fell into step beside him, unphased by his brush off.

“James, you can’t do this,” she huffed.

James felt his face grow hot. “God, Lily, if you tell me one more time what I can and can’t do, I’m going to scream.”

“You’re being an idiot.”

James spun around to face her. “Idiot, am I? If I’m such a stupid idiot, as you so clearly believe, then why are you still here?! Go!”

Lily moved toward him until they stood only a few inches apart. She jabbed a finger into the middle of his chest. “Yes, you are being an idiot. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into!”

“Of course I do! I’m not going to sit around and watch Voldemort recruit a whole new army right while I waste my life in the fucking library.”

Lily looked around hurriedly. “Shut up, not here,” and she tugged on his arm to pull him behind a tapestry and into a hidden corridor.

Once they were safely hidden from the hall, she rounded on him. “I’m not telling you not to go after them! I want you to burn every last one of them, and I’ll help you do it.” Her eyes were shining now with angry tears. “I’m saying you can’t do this,” she gestured between them, “shut me out like this. We’re partners, remember? Not to mention in two months we’ll be fighting a war together. If we’ve got any shot of making it out alive we’ve got to stick together.”

James could feel the anger draining from him as she spoke. Her resolve steadied him. It was as if he saw her clearly for the first time in his life.

He took both her hands in his and pressed his lips to her knuckles. “You’re right. Of course, you’re right. I’m so sorry. I never wanted to go behind your back.”

“Then why did you?” She wasn’t backing down.

He exhaled deeply. “Because I thought… I dunno, I wanted to protect you from it all.”

Lily rolled her eyes at this. “James, you can’t keep me out of danger. I’m fighting too, remember?”

“I didn’t want to protect you from danger,” he shifted, looking down at his feet to avoid her eyes. “When we got wind that Snape was involved...I didn’t want you to have to see what he’d turned into. I mean,” he laughed slightly, “I’ve hated him for years, it’s no skin off my back. But I know he was someone different to you. I knew you’d find out eventually when we joined the Order properly, but I couldn’t bring myself to ruin your last memories of him while we were still in school.”

James could hear Lily’s breathing slow. She still held his hands in hers, but her grip was softer now. Finally, she spoke.

“I’ve known for years,” she said, barely above a whisper, “I’ve always known who he was. His pureblood mania, his jealousy of you and Sirius for your blood status, his little friends in Slytherin. I’m not stupid, I knew what it all meant. But I stayed anyway.” Her voice had begun to waver slightly, but she pressed on. “Calling me mudblood wasn’t the beginning of the end, it was the final straw.”

He looked at her properly now. She looked much smaller than usual.

He gripped her hands more tightly. “That’s not your fault. You were a little kid, you didn’t know he was bad for you.”

She shook her head. “All the signs were there. I should have broken off from him a long time ago, but I couldn’t. I was weak.”

“Weak?” he laughed and drew her into his chest. “Lily,” he breathed into her hair, “as long as I’ve known you, you’ve never been weak a day in your life. Trusting someone is not a sign of weakness, even if they don’t deserve it. Sometimes we just give ourselves to the wrong people.”

She nodded against his quidditch robes. In a sudden moment of panic, he realized that he must smell awful after his workout, but she didn’t seem to mind. She buried her face deeper into him and sighed.

“You can’t lie like that ever again, alright?”

“I know,” he murmured, stroking her hair, “I’m sorry.”

She pulled back, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. “Good. And I’m sorry I called you an idiot. Although, I still think you should tell Dumbledore to shove off until we graduate. You’ve got a quidditch cup to train for, after all.”

James grinned down at her. “And a girlfriend to shower with praise and admiration.”

“Oh, I don’t think that will be a problem,” and with a wink, she tugged the front of his robes until he pressed her between the stones of the corridor wall.

#jily angst #jily one shot #nina writes #prompt #anon ask

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chaotickanan · 4 years

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remus: hey, what are you up to?

sirius: plotting my domination of the wizarding world.

remus *completely unphased* : cool, what do you want for dinner?

#notice how i said wizarding world rather than world because hes not dumbledore or grindelwald #wolfstar #marauders #marauders era #wolfstar cute #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #james & peter & remus & sirius #james potter #lily evans #jily

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sincerlypadfoot · 4 years

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Maledicite Terrae (Curses 2)

Word Count - 2397

I watched my hair go from brown to Blonde, over and over again, changing colours now to dark green to blue, stopping at a dirty blonde colour, matching Marlene just a bit. “I like it,” I whispered to myself, running my hair through my now blonde hair.

“You are just like your brother, get out of the bathroom and come on Josie,” Lily Evans yelled at me, banging on the door. “You're going to be late to your own Quidditch game!” She yelled again, not having the chance to bang on the door.

“I’m ready,” I said to Lily who’s mouth dropped open, a smile appeared on Marlene's face and Alice looked surprised. “Come on now, your gonna make me late for my own game,” I said to Lily mocking her voice.

“You look wonderful,” Marlene said putting her hand on my head. “You know I like it,” She said with a smile. “Now come on, James and Sirius would kill you if their seeker wasn't at the game,” She said pulling my arm.

“James and Sirius would have a complete heart attack if you didn't show,” Lily said joking. “Gives me an idea,” She said with a smile.

“What do you mean you don’t know where Josie is, is she mad?” James said looking over at Sirius who looked twice as mad then back at Lily. “What am I saying, my sister is mad,” He said putting his hand on his head.

“We’re going to lose to Hufflepuff, HUFFLEPUFF!” Sirius said kicking the nearest box at him. “Beauty without brains,” I heard him say in his head, making me smirk a bit.

“Do you guys really think I would leave you hanging against Hufflepuff,” I said to the two as I walked into the tent with a smirk on my face. “You both are bloody crazy,” I mocked James' voice.

“Ducky,” James muttered.

“Skunk,” I shot back.

“Freak,”

“Asshole,”

“Oh okay that's enough,” Sirius said coming in between us too. “The team is waiting for us, let's go you two and enough bickering from you two,” Sirius said making me smile a bit.

“Nice hair,” Sirius said looking at my hair, from Brunette to Blonde was a big change for me but I needed change in my life.

“Nice hair too, even know it's messy,” I smirked running my hand through it. I turned to James, leaning on his shoulder a bit. “We win by the way,” I whispered so only James could hear.

“I know, we always win,” He replied knowing what I meant, Every night, my dreams would be something different, some good some bad, but it's was getting worse, way worse.

“Nice hair,” Remus said as he walked towards the three of us. “Blonde really suits you now,” he said with a smile. “Good luck you three,” He said with a thumbs up then walked away with Lily and the girls.

“Bloody hell I didn't enough notice your hair,” James said with a smile. “Easier said than done, all you gotta do is think it,” He said joking making Sirius look over at the two of us. “With hair dye you know,” James said covering his tracks.

“Here comes the Gryffindor team, the trio, Sirius Black as Beater number 53, James Potter our best catcher 35 and my best friend Josie Potter our Seeker!” Alice yelled out, she became the speaker after Frank suggested it. “LET THE GAME BEGIN,” She screamed as the snitch was flown away and the Quaffle was released followed by the three Bludgers.

“James Potter is off, Quaffle in hand, he throws and,” With a slight pause from Alice. “HE SCORES, 10 points for Gryffindor!” Alice screamed joined in by the Gryffindor stands.

I looked around the field for a minute, searching for the snitch, spotting it right almost in the hands of other Seeker Dean Grudge. “No way,” I mumbled taking off my broom in that direction. “No way Dean,” I shouted at him, bumping into him with my broom.

“Nice hair huh,” He said reaching for the snitch. “Let me take you on a date,” He asked almost getting to the snitch, I put my hand out reaching for it too, both inches away.

“The three Broomsticks, tomorrow,” I shouted at him, watching the bludgers come right for him. “Sorry,” I yelled as the bludger hit the back of his broom and fall to the ground, with the snitch right into my hand I fell along with him with my hand up in the air.

“Josie Potter has caught the snitch,” Alice shouted. “My best friend did it again!” She screamed as the mic dropped and everyone cheered around.

“See you tomorrow for our date,” Dean said standing over top of me well I laid on the ground. He put out his hand to help me up.

“See you tomorrow,” I said with a smile, unravelling my hand to look at the snitch in my hand. Dean walked away and James was running to me.

“Look at your profit, always right,” James joked looking at the snitch in my hand. “You know as captain, that snitch it mine,” He said putting his hand on the snitch, both of us having a grip on it.

“James Fleamont Potter,” I muttered pulling the snitch from him, we both pulled back on the snitch before both falling back and letting it go. “Oh look what you did!” I yelled at James watching the snitch fly away.

“I’ve got it,” Sirius muttered at the both of us getting on his broom and flying up to catch the snitch, I quickly got up on my broom and followed him up.

“What's your problem Black, we won,” I shouted chasing after him. “You did great out there,” I added.

“I know your dirty little secret ducky,” He shouted stopping his broom with the snitch in his hand. “You're a metamorphmagus,” Sirius said with a smirk.

“I don't know what you’re talking about, and don’t call me ducky,” I muttered taking the snitch from his hand and flying off, back down to James who looked madder at them when I left him.

“You have a date with a Hufflepuff tomorrow?” He asked with his hands crossed. “With Dean too,” He muttered but was shortly cut off with the three girls running to me.

“Come on, we have to get ready for the party,” LIly said taking my hand. “Potter.” She mumbled looking at James who just stared at her with a smile.

“Lily Flower,” James said with a smile to Lily. “You gonna say yes to my date now?” He asked making me hit him in the chest.

“Oh all the things I could do to your hair,” Alice said pulling me away from the two boys and back to the castle. “You would look so cute with space buns and blonde hair, oh my,” She said happily.

“I have a date tomorrow night,” I blurted out making the three girls look at me. “With Dean Grudge, at the three broomsticks,” I said to the three who looked at me in disbelief.

“James is going to Hex that boy into next week,” Marlene joked not really joking. The last time a boy had asked me out he never showed up, turns out James and Sirius hexed him, sending him to the hospital wing so he couldn't show up for our date.

“Which is why we’re having our date at the three broomsticks, where you three can make sure James doesn't do anything dumb,” I said to the three girls. “Now come on we go get ready for the party,” I said with a smile, looking back at James, Sirius, Remus and Peter.

“God your such an ass,” Peter Pettigrew thought making me chuckle a bit. “Sirius Black I could kill you,” He muttered making me roll my eyes and turn around.

“Why do you do that?” Lily asked poking my shoulder. “You just zone out, staring at nothing,” She asked.

“Just old habits of James and I,” I said to her smiling, opening the door to the castle. “Dean is a nice guy, must be he’s in Hufflepuff now,” I said nervously. “I don't understand why James has to ruin the fun for me,” I mumbled now angry, watching my strain of hair in front of my face slowly turn red but I stopped it.

“He’s just your brother, it's what brothers do,” Alice said whispered the password to the fat lady and watching the common room door open, the boys already beating us there. “How did you?” She asked but stopped.

“Magic,” James smirked leaning into the couch. “I heard Deans gonna be sick tomorrow afternoon,” He muttered making Sirius laugh, causing me to stop and look at him.

“Oh, James Fleamont Potter I could hex you right now!” I yelled taking my wand out. “Why do you always have to ruin everything for me, why can’t you let me go on one date!” I screamed making Sirius, Remus and Peter cover their ears, James was unphased.

“You're my sister, I’m not gonna let a little Hufflepuff hurt my sister, over my dead body,” He said standing up and taking his wand out. “Hex me I dare you, I’m better anyways,” I said egging me on, my feet started patting and my hands started shaking in anger.

“Levicorpus!” I screamed pointing my wand at James, watching him turn upside down and hang by his ankles. “I’m better huh,” I mocked walking towards him.

“Relation,” James growled pointing his wand at me, making me drop my wand and land him down on the couch. “I know I’m better,” He said standing up as I picked up my wand.

“James Potter you are the most ignorant man on this planet,” I yelled turning on my heel and walking out of the common room. “Please don’t open it for any of my friends to follow me,” I said to the fat lady, making my hair turn a bright red and running away to the outside of the castle and to the black lake docks, turning into a duck and jumping into the water.

“You know,” James said sitting on the dock. “The more times you tell the fat lady to not let anyone out, the more times she doesn't listen to you,” He said looking at me in the lake. “Don’t speak, just let me talk,” He joked knowing I wasn't going to say anything. “I love you a lot Josie, but I don’t want anyone hurting you, or finding out about you, that would be a terrible mess to clean up, passably to mom and dad,” James said watching me come closer to him, walking onto the land and turning back into myself.

“Serena Potter held her secret until the day she died, I think I could too,” I said wrapping my arms around my brother. “You know I saw something the other day in my dreams,” I said to James turning to him.

“What do you see, what's wrong?” He asked worried, turning his whole body to me and looking confused. “Josie?” He said putting his arm on my shoulder.

“I saw you falling into the black lake,” I chuckled wrapping my arms around him and tipping both of us into the black lake, turning myself into a duck again.

“Ducky are you serious?” James said coming up from the water and looking at the duck in front of him. “You really are a special one,” He muttered kissing the top of my head.

“What are you doing Potter?” Sirius Black asked coming to the end of the dock. “A duck in this lake?” He said sitting down.

“Yeah a stupid one-two,” James muttered grabbing onto the end of the dock and helping himself up. “Sirius you should go back, I’m just waiting for something,” James said to Sirius looking back at me in the water.

“Yeah little old Ducky here turning back into your sister, I saw what happened,” Sirius said chuckling, James looked at him, then back at me.

“I don’t know what you're talking about Sirius,” James muttered putting his hand out into the water and picking me up. “This is just a normal duck,” He said patting my head before Sirius took me into his own hands.

“Then you wouldn't mind me giving the duck to Slughorn, he was looking for some duck feathers for some potions,” Sirius said standing up, that moment I turned back into myself and tossing myself off him.

“You will no such things with my duck feathers!” I yelled shaking my head at him. “How rude,” I said poking his forehead.

“Josie Fleamont Potter what did you do!” James said now poking the side of my head. “What happened to not telling anyone huh, look at your hair, bright red, you just giving yourself away!” He said shaking my head at me.

“Would you have rathered me be duck head soup!” I said back then looking at Sirius. “You were gonna turn me into soup,” I mumbled shaking my head.

“I wouldn't have done it, but I’ve done for a long time that your a metamorphmagus,” Sirius said looking at James then at me. “I never was curious of the bat that hung in our rooms until I put the pieces together that it was you, when we never let you join boys night, that bat was there hanging from the roof every night of boys night,” Sirius explained making my roll my eyes.

“Of course I should have known that was you, you could never take no for an answer, boys night is private,” James said rolling his eyes making me chuckle.

“Didn't know you guys wanting to become Animagus next year, and planned on getting tattoos next months, illegal tattoos,” A smile formed on Sirius’ face when I said that. “You said no secrets, James, I was just keeping up with your word,” I joked making him roll his eyes again.

“We should get back, these wet clothes are getting to me,” James muttered walking past Sirius and me I. “Let's go,” he called back at the two of us.

“What other secrets are you hiding from me,” Sirius smirked throwing his hand over my shoulder and walked with me. “Come on now, you can trust me,” He said holding the door open with his other hand.

“Gain my trust first then maybe I’ll tell you my dirty little secrets,” I said chuckling, following James into the common room. “Goodnight Sirius,” I whispered to him then looked over at James, taking Sirius to hand off me.

“Goodnight Ducky,” James muttered throwing his hands over me. “No more secrets,” He whispered in my ear, following Sirius up to their room.

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