@jegulus-microfic / school / 319 words
It was the first day of his second year at Hogwarts. James was already running late for class; he had forgotten the lucky necklace his mom had given him during his first year. He never took it off, but he had cleaned it the night before, wanting it spotless for the start of the new school year.
James sprinted back to his dorm and rushed to his first class. As he took a quick turn, he crashed into someone, causing the other boy's books to scatter at his feet. Incredibly embarrassed, James immediately started apologizing, but as he bent down to pick up the books, he realized his sun pendant had gotten tangled in the boy's sweater.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” James said, his fingers carefully working to untangle the mess he’d made. “This is why they always tell us not to run—I really should listen to McGonagall more often…”
His words caught in his throat as he finally lifted his gaze and locked eyes with the prettiest boy James had ever seen. He had to be new; James would never have forgotten those charming freckles scattered across the boy’s face or the perfect curls framing it.
“I- I’m James.”
“I thought you were sorry,” said the boy in a sweet voice, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. He looked at James with more kindness than he deserved after bumping into him.
“That too.” James felt a blush creep up his neck, even more embarrassed by his awkward introduction. “And you are?”
"My brother." Sirius’ voice came from behind. "James, please stop distracting Regulus. He'll never forgive you for making him late on his first day."
Sirius wrapped an arm around Regulus' shoulder and started guiding him toward class. For a moment, Regulus glanced back at James and smiled, their gaze lingering just a little longer for two boys who had just met.
It really was a lucky necklace.
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“sunflowers” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 264 words
“Snapdragons.”
“Sunflowers.”
“Snapdragons.” James repeats.
“Sunflowers.” Regulus is getting increasingly louder.
“Snapdragons.” James crosses his arms over his chest.
“Sunflowers.” Regulus puts both hands on the table to lean closer to James.
“They should be your favorite flower.” James tells him.
“That’s ridiculous! They should obviously be your favorite flower!” Regulus throws his hands in the air.
“Ugh, what are you two fighting over now?” Sirius asks as he walks into the kitchen.
“Nothing!” James and Regulus say at the same time and Sirius just gives them a look.
“What flowers Regulus should carry when he walks down the aisle.” James says with a longwinded sigh.
“It should be sunflowers because those are James’ favorites and he’s just being an idiot.” Regulus says frustratedly.
“No, they should be snapdragons because those are Reg’s favorites.” James tells Sirius.
“Wait, your favorite flowers are called snapdragons?” Sirius asks Regulus with a bit of a laugh.
“Yes! Why?” Regulus snaps at Sirius.
“No reason.” Sirius holds his hands up in surrender. “Why can’t you just do some sort of combination of them both?” Sirius asks like it’s obvious.
James and Regulus are both silent for a moment before they share a side glance with each other.
“Did you honestly not think of that?” Sirius asks with a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Why did I agree to be your wedding planner?” He mumbles under his breath.
“Snapdragons and sunflowers sounds like it could be nice.” James tells Regulus softly.
“I guess.” Regulus says a bit petulantly but he’s sharing a sweet smile with James.
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Slow Dancing In A Burning Room
Bill Weasley x Reader
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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic every Friday, all year long :)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: Bill Weasley and his new wife have their wedding reception interrupted by Death Eaters and news of the Ministry falling. Things look bleak when they escape to Shell Cottage, but they find a way to keep each other going.
Word Count: 1,015
Category: Angst, Fluff
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Weddings were supposed to be happy. They were supposed to be joyful celebrations, with all the people who mattered most. Even in the midst of a brewing war, I thought Bill and I would get that. One night of a break before returning our attention to all the terrible things going on in the world.
I guess I should've known better.
One minute, I was twirling across the dancefloor in the arms of my new husband, sharing a smile as the rest of the world faded away. In that moment, despite everything going on outside of our wedding, the world felt perfect.
The next minute, a glowing lynx had burst through the ceiling and into the middle of the dancefloor, announcing the fall of the Ministry of Magic and the death of the Minister along with it. The reception descended into chaos, people screaming and running as the protective enchantments around the giant tent fell one by one. It had been absolute chaos, and I barley remembered Bill grabbing my hand and getting us both out of there as the Death Eaters arrived.
Now, I sat on the sofa in Shell Cottage, where we were supposed to start our honeymoon. The place had glowed with warmth and coziness the first time we'd visited, but now it seemed all too dark, cold, and deserted.
"I just let my dad know we're alright," Bill said, coming back into the living room. He'd stepped outside to send a Patronus to his dad, to make sure the family wouldn't worry about us. "Hopefully we'll hear back from him soon."
I nodded, a little numbly, as my new husband crossed the room and waved his wand to start a fire in the fireplace. Once he'd finished, he came to sit next to me on the couch. We both stayed there for a few long moments, shoulder to shoulder and staring into the flames. I have no idea how long we would've stayed there on our own, but another glowing Patronus shot into the room not much later, this one the familiar shape of a weasel.
Bill's dad's voice came from the Patronus to tell us the rest of the family was safe, and that they'd be in touch when they could. A bit of the weight lifted off my chest, but a lot of it still remained. As the light of the Patronus and Arthur's voice faded, the darkness crept back in, despite the fire.
"Y/N?" I looked up to see Bill's concerned face. "Love, you're crying."
I raised a hand to my cheek to find he was right. Tears were streaming down my face, and the second I was forced to recognize it, a dam broke inside me.
I fell forward into Bill's chest as I sobbed, and he wrapped his arms around me. He held me tight, rubbing one hand soothingly up and down my back.
"It's going to be alright," he muttered into my hair, his own voice miraculously calm. I just cried harder.
"How can you say that, Bill?" I wailed. "We almost got killed at our own wedding, and now the Ministry has completely fallen. How can you possibly say that we're going to make it through this alright?"
He took a deep, shaky breath, then gently pulled me back from him enough that he could look me in the eye. His eyes shone and his eyebrows were furrowed, mirroring the distress I felt. But there was a grim set to the line of his mouth that signaled a quiet, unbreakable determination.
"We will make it through this," he promised. He gripped my shoulders a little tighter, leaning in until we were almost nose to nose. "We will get to our happy ending, no matter what."
I laughed a little through the tears, Bill's absolute conviction so ridiculous it brought a smile to my face.
"How can you be so sure?" I asked. He grinned.
"Because it's us. We just got married. That means we're a team, for the rest of our lives, against anything else the world wants to throw at us. And I happen to know that we make a fantastic team. I personally pity anyone who bets against us."
I giggled again, leaning into Bill as he leaned into me. No one else in the world could've lifted my spirits in this moment, other than the man sitting beside me. Which, of course, was no small part of the reason I'd married him.
"Come on," Bill said after a minute, standing and holding out his hand to me. "I believe we were in the middle of something before those bastards crashed our wedding."
I shook my head, still smiling anyway as I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet. Still in my wedding dress, and with Bill still in his suit, we came together in the middle of the living room in Shell Cottage to finish the slow dance that had been interrupted. His arms wrapped tightly around me and I rested my head on his chest while the last of the tears dried on my face.
"You're right," I mumbled, my voice barely loud enough for him to hear. "You're right, we will get through this. And I'll personally make sure anyone who tries to hurt us comes to regret it."
Bill huffed a laugh and tightened his arms around me.
"I have absolutely no doubts about that."
I pulled back to smile into the face of the man I loved, and after a moment, he leaned in and kissed me. We stayed like that for a long time, swaying in the middle of our living room, kissing occasionally, but mostly just enjoying the fact that we were still here, together and whole, after everything that had happened.
In the warm, flickering glow of the firelight, the darkness of the cottage started to regain its cozy feeling, and a tiny spark of joy for the thought of the future rekindled itself in my chest.
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