#James & sirius

[ginnyw-potter-archive]

First day

Written for @hinnymicrofic, Sept Day 1: Time (826 words so a little long)

“Mum! Mum! Dad! Daaad! I am starting Hogwarts today!”

Harry opened his eyes abruptly, looking at the little red-haired ball of energy at the end of the bed. “What time is it?” he croaked, reaching for his glasses and shoving them onto his nose.

“Six,” Ginny mumbled.

“Get uuup!” Lily begged them, pulling at the foot of the sheets.

Harry pulled back and frowned at her. “I know you’re excited, but I promise the train will not leave without you.” He ignored his wife’s muted snort.

“Go ahead and shower,” Ginny said. “We’ll be up in a minute.”

Lily escaped their room again and ran to the bathroom with the energy of a toddler on a sugar rush. Harry let his head drop back on the pillow and groaned. Ginny turned around to him.

“It’s annoying, really,” he said with a smile. “How much she’s like you.”

Ginny blinked slowly. “Shut up.”

“I suggest you handle her, since she’s bouncing around like a rogue bludger,” he suggested carefully.

“I am retired!” She shot him a disapproving look. “I think you should handle the little fugitive, Mr Head Auror.”

“Ah.” He shook his head. “I knew that promotion was going to bite me in the butt sooner rather than later.”

Ginny’s face broke out into a smile, and it was like the sun had broken through the clouds. “You bet.”

Before they could decide who would be in charge of their youngest, a blood-curdling scream came from the bathroom.

Ginny pushed the sheets off and took up her wand. “I’ll go.” She walked into the hallway. “You handle our sons!”

“Both?!” he asked.

“Yes!”

Harry got out of bed and got dressed. He walked to the bathroom first and knocked on the door. “All okay?”

Ginny sighed. “Someone put frogspawn in the shower head.”

At that moment the door at the end of the corridor and James stepped out. Harry turned around.

“What’s happening?” James asked.

Harry put on a stern expression. “There was frogspawn in the showerhead, would you happen to know about that?”

James looked down at the floor, avoiding his father’s gaze. “...No.”

Harry wasn’t convinced. “Go to your room, I’ll be there in a minute.”

James grumbled and trod off to his room, slamming his door. Harry shook his head. He peered into Al’s room, but as usual his middle child was deep asleep. He could sleep through anything. Harry took a deep breath and walked to James’s room.

James sat on the edge of his bed. Harry pulled up the desk chair and sat in front of his son.

“I didn’t do it!” James defended himself before Harry could ask anything.

Harry nodded. “But you knew about it?”

James looked down again. “I did.”

“And you didn’t say anything, why?” Harry asked.

His son looked at him with a grimace. “Because you’re usually the first to shower.”

Harry suppressed a smile. “I see.”

“I wouldn’t do that to Lily,” he argued.

Harry’s eyebrows raised.

“... on her first day of school,” he ended sheepishly.

“Who did? Was it Al?” Harry asked.

“No!” James said quickly. “Fred... and Hugo.”

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. “That... that makes sense.”

James offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Should’ve said. I know Lily is so excited to go...”

“Please look after her,” he said. “Especially if she’s in Gryffindor.”

James scoffed. “Like she would let me!”

“Good point,” he said. He sighed, he couldn’t help being anxious for his youngest to go. “Just be there when she needs. She’s smart enough to ask for help if she has to.”

James nodded. “I will.”

“Get ready, make sure all is packed. Breakfast will be ready in a bit.” He stood up, ignoring the cracking noise his knee made.

“Hey, dad.”

Harry turned back around. “Yes?”

James scratched his neck awkwardly. “Remember those snitch-shaped fried eggs you made for all of us when I went off to Hogwarts the first time? I think Lily would like that.”

He grinned. “I’ll whip up some snitch eggs for everyone.”

“Dad, come here!” Lily said from the open bathroom door.

He walked in to see Ginny braiding Lily’s hair.

“Is it pretty?” Lily asked excitedly.

He locked eyes with Ginny in the mirror for a moment and then looked back at their daughter, both wearing nearly identical smiles. “Yes, I love it.”

Harry made his way downstairs and started on breakfast. It took some time to get the egg shapes right. Egg yolk in the middle, the whites of the egg acting like the snitch’s wings. Ginny snuck up on him and he turned around to kiss her.

“Where’s Lily?” he asked.

Ginny blushed. “I told her and James to let some steam off in the garden. I instructed her under no circumstances she was allowed to take James to the pond to help her get frog spawn for revenge. Absolutely not.”

“We’re such good parents,” Harry said with a grin.

[startanewdream]

Inspired by this art, only I thought let's make this more emotional. Or how Minerva McGonagall receives the news about James Sirius Potter's birth.

The message comes in the early hours of the morning, before she leaves for breakfast. A short note, attached to a barn owl.

Professor Headmaster, if there is no trouble, would you join me for a drink at The Hog's Head tonight? — Harry.

It's funny how she still recognizes his handwriting after so many years; it's the "g", Minerva thinks, there's something very specific about this letter and the way Harry curves it.

She scribbles a quick note in answer, then ties it to the owl's leg. It's a beautiful creature that reminds her suddenly of Harry's white owl, whose wings were once harmed—and then Minerva heard what happened to the owl a few years later. Harry had looked so nervous about the state of the bird...

She shakes her head; age is making a fool of her again, too lost in memories. She dispatches the owl and tries to focus on the present.

It's after seven when she leaves the castle grounds to walk to Hogsmeade; it's a slow walk, and Minerva tells herself she will just floo back to Hogwarts later—she is getting too old for this walk, maybe this is a sign—

Hogsmeade is quiet on that Friday night; she thinks about how busy it will be the next day, with a school trip to the village — she'd heard the students talking excitedly, discussing what they would be buying—and that makes her steal a glance to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes down the street. She will need to warn the caretaker to be more careful than usual for the next week.

The Hog's Head is as busy as ever, which is to say full of shady people sitting by themselves, mostly covered; she sets a mental note to remind the Head Boy and Head Girl to watch out that no student wanders here. Then she looks around; in a dim corner, Harry is waiting for her, and he stands up when he sees her.

There is always a mingle of happiness and strange nostalgia when she sees him; except for the joy in his green eyes, he barely resembles that eleven-year-old boy that joined her house—and if she thinks further, to that baby she once delivered to a family that didn’t deserve him, there is only proud as she sees how well he’s grown up.

Harry is a fine man. Not because of his work as Auror, not because he defeated Voldemort, not even because of all those things he faced so bravely; but rather because he is a simple, fair, noble guy who believes in doing the right thing.

And he looks very well, if only slightly tired, as he shakes her hand.

“Hello, Professor,” he greets, smiling (when Harry smiles, and that’s Minerva once again being dragged by her own memories, he looks a lot like Lily). “I took the liberty of asking for your favourite.”

“Gillywater,” she says approvingly, watching the drink on the table as she joins him. 

“Not Rosmerta’s, but it is still good enough—or so Aberforth tells me.” He throws her an embarrassed look. “I am sorry for asking you to come here—this is the only place reporters aren’t pestering me these days.”

“I believe a bunch of reporters here would disband Aberforth’s business.”

“Oh, his goats keep them away,” Harry says fondly. “You look good, Professor.”

“I look older, you can say it.”

He laughs. “We are all older.” He lowers his voice conspiratorially. “Don’t quote me on this, but I found my first grey hair.”

Minerva has silver hair for long enough to just find his concern amusing, but she doesn’t smile. Harry is evidently happy tonight, teasing and carefree, very different from what he looked like when he was her student; it reminds her of another young boy she once taught, but that is the problem: that boy was forever young. He never spotted any hair other than a dark one that was never tamed.

She sips her drink, admonishing herself for being so sour.

“Finding one grey hair is okay,” she says when she can trust her voice. “The problem is when you do not find any other colour.”

“That’s true; Ginny said I looked dashingly mature—and it’s bound to worsen in the future, I am sure.” His words seem ominous, but Harry looks nothing but glad.

“If you have any issues with grey hair, I don’t recommend a teaching career for you.”

“Maybe in the future—Professor Potter rings nicely, doesn’t it? Would you hire me?”

“If not, will you jinx the post?”

Another laugh. “No, I will understand. I was never the most disciplined student.” He looks around. “And I promise not to start another clandestine club.”

“That is a relief. I am too close to retirement for such emotion.”

He blinks. “Are you serious?”

She sips her drink again. “It’s been a thought. I’ve been at Hogwarts for more than 50 years — seven generations of students—”

“I thought you would stick around for an eighth one.” He fumbles in his pocket until he finds a picture. “I cannot imagine Jamie not being taught by you.”

“Jamie?”

“Here.” And he shows the photo of a crying baby, all wrapped in a blanket, safely held by his parents. Harry and Ginny look tired but they are beaming in the picture; but her attention is all drawn to that newborn baby.

Babies should look all the same, not distinct features until a few months later, but she swears he looks exactly that baby she once dropped at his aunt’s house—and then there is a fierce desire to protect this innocent child, to not make the same mistake again because she will be damned if that child doesn’t get all the love he deserves, all the love his parents should have shared—

Harry is watching her rather expectantly, and Minerva breathes out again. Harry survived, Harry is fine now—and the baby, Jamie, will never share his father’s fate.

“James,” she repeats, not minding how her voice sounds muffled. “That’s a nice choice.”

“There was no other option for Ginny and I.” Harry sighs contentedly as he looks at the photo. “He is such a loud baby, and he’s keeping us all night awake but he sleeps nicely during the day—he’s growing well and—”

Harry sounds so proud—not, he sounds bewildered as if he doesn’t believe still he gets to be this happy, to live this life—

“And this is the most recent photo,” he adds, then showing her another picture; in this one she can spot the baby’s dark hair.

“Potter hair,” she says warmly, finger stroking the photo. 

“I think it’s a bit lighter,” he says. “It looks almost red under the sunlight. And his eyes… I thought it looked a bit like Ginny’s, but she said they are hazel.”

“Oh.” 

“Professor,” James would say, his grave voice betrayed by the glint of mischief in his hazel eyes, “how can Filibuster Fireworks be against school rules if they weren’t even invented when Hogwarts was founded? I am sure that’s what you call a ‘loophole’, so you see, we cannot get detention—”

She inhales deeply. “Congratulations to you and Ginny. I am very happy for you.”

“Thanks.” He watches her. “We are christening him this Sunday, at the church in Godric’s Hollow. We would be very happy if you were there—so you can meet him, hopefully only eleven years sooner than you thought.”

Minerva smiles. “With such a namesake, I am sure this will be the last time I will find any peace in his presence.”

“Oh,” Harry grins. “Actually, two namesakes. We named him James Sirius.”

Minerva takes a generous sip of her gillywater. Retirement sounds almost nice, but she cannot let anyone inherit such a challenge. “I hope you get used to grey hair, Harry,” she notes. “You will get them sooner than you think.”

[dramioneasks]

Domestic Wizardry - TrillbySkinner - T, 18 chapters - Draco doesn't realize how his life will change when his eight year old son, Scorpius, brings home the cell number of his best friends mother and begs his father to call and offer what assistance they can. Hermione never expected to find a safe haven for herself and her daughter Rose in the home that had once been the seat of the dark lord.

[steggymus]

james sirius

[strawberryscorp]

james potter is the kind of guy to leave high school and turn into a completely new person

[lastlightofautumn]

By Potterbyblvnk

[ladyanthony]

i love how the fan interpretation on james sirius is so like molly weasley i feel it’s accidental but like it’s giving teenage molly

[justafanbutcurious]

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[ginnyw-potter-archive]

Hide-and-seek

Written for @hinnymicrofic, August Day 1: Hide

Ginny stared at the invisible group of children in the middle of the living room as Lily’s giggle echoed through the room, followed by a shush from her big brother.

Harry didn’t bother to look up. “Trust me, dear. You will never find our children. They’ve hidden so well.”

She nodded. “They have outdone themselves certainly.” Her hands landed on her sides. “I don’t think they’re downstairs at all.” She tip-toed over to her husband, careful not to bump into her three invisible kids. “And since they’re not here...” She leaned toward Harry.

He looked up at her, gaze soft, his eyes crinkling as he bit back his grin. As her lips neared his, several spluttering objections erupted from the middle of the room, especially from their two sons.

“Gross!” James yelled, escaping the cloak first and making a beeline for the door.

Albus pulled the cloak off him and his sister, he stumbled backwards, frowning at them as he made his escape.

Grabbing onto the cloak, Lily’s big eyes followed her brothers and then looked back at him. She blinked and then with a toothy grin she pulled the cloak back over her head.

Ginny gave her two seconds to hide. Then she stood up and followed the giggling toddler into the kitchen. “I am going to get you!”

The giggles grew louder, the pitter-patter of her feet audible on the tile floor as she walked away from her mother.

Harry appeared at the other side of the counter. “Quick Lily, make your escape. I’ll distract your mum.” He winked at Ginny.

“Okay!” the toddler replied.

Ginny faked a gasp and ducked after the toddler. She pulled the cloak off her daughter and kissed her head. “Good job, Lils.”

“Again! Again!” she exclaimed.

[thatboisus]

me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

[dramioneasks]

The Saddest Boy In The World - Princess_slytherin22 - M, WIP - Hermione's enjoying a peaceful relaxing Summer when she receives a call from a social worker from over the years. Hermione's been situated with fostering a boy at the age of seven in urgent need of a home, with pale blonde hair, grey eye's and sharp features that resembles her one long time school bully. But when he closes in on himself Hermione thinks she can help him when all of a sudden he turns violent and reveals a side of himself that Hermione had never seen before in any child his age. Not even in his father who's Draco Malfoy. Never before has Hermione felt threatened by a child in her care but she is sure that with the right, care and love she could help him. That he is just a child crying for help, who misses his family deeply.

[aphrcdites]

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

[mentallyadinonugget]

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[bloodbruise]

the bitches traumatized by saltburn would never survive the fics in my ao3 history