#james and lily live

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Birthday Prompt: I’d like to hear more of the Magic and Miracles. Maybe an AU of that? Where Harry grows up with Bruno?

Ron looked at the various compartments, biting his lip. There were so many people there, and he didn’t know what all of them were like. Glancing at the last one, he paused seeing a darker skinned kid petting a rat he had in his lap. Ron had to smile, thinking of his own pet, before he pushed into the compartment.

“Hi,” he said awkwardly as the boy looked up. “Do you mind I-“ Ron froze, seeing the lightning scar on the boy’s cheek.

“If you’re about to ask I’d like you to leave,” Harry Potter-Madrigal said in a monotone voice. Ron shook his head.

“No, no. Sorry I… didn’t expect you. Doesn’t Columbia have their own school?” Ron asked.

“Si. However the Potter family has a clause demanding their heirs go to Hogwarts at least until Owl years,” Harry shrugged. “I don’t mind. Mama and Dad told me it’s nice. My tios said the same.”

“Tios?” Ron asked.

“Ah, right. Uncles. Remus Lupin and Sirius Black,” Harry explained. Ron nodded.

Everyone knew the story. The Potters had found their soulmate in a mysterious Seer from Columbia and fled to be with him when Lily fell pregnant. While there Voldemort tracked them down for some reason but couldn’t kill their child who he found first playing with a cousin by a river. Apparently the family lived in an entire town built by Sacrificial Magic from Harry’s grandfather.

Ron knew of some banned storybooks about the Boy-Who-Lived and how to many people tried to make Harry into some sort of messiah figure. His parents talked about it all the time, even admitting if it wasn’t for James Potter bringing the hammer down on people they might have bought into it to.

“I like your rat,” Ron said, deciding to try and find common ground. Harry smiled, eyes lighting up behind his glasses.

“Thank you! Her name is Rosita. My Papa has a rat colony as his familiars and Rosita is my own. I have an owl to, she flew ahead, but Rosita is special.” The two began talking, bonding over their love of rats and being the second youngest in the family.

“My eldest cousin is twenty, then my other cousin is the same age. Isabela and Dolores. Isabela is the daughter of Julieta and Augustin. Dolores is Pepa and Felix’s daughter. Then there is Luisa who is Isabela’s sister. She’s eighteen. Camilo is next, my primo- male cousin. He’s fourteen. So is Mirabel. Camilo is Pepa’s son and Mirabel is Julieta’s. Then my baby cousin is four. Antonio, he’s Pepa’s son.” Harry explained when Ron laid out his own family tree.

“And you guys live together to?” Ron asked.

“Casita was built with sacrificial magic,” Harry explained. “I’m an only child thanks to Severus Snape,” he growled the name, eyes flashing. Ron winced.

They all knew that story to. Severus Snape, so obsessed with Lily Potter he’d cursed her to only have her soulmate’s children. He then cursed her husbands infertile in rage when she was shown to have a son. He was serving life in Azkaban for attempting to murder Harry as well.

“Are any of them magic?”

“Yes and no. Abuelo’s sacrifice made it that any Squibs born in our family gain a magical Gift their own. Most of my family as Squibs, with Mirabel being the only witch besides myself born in the family.” Harry explained which sparked a much longer conversation.

One thing Ron knew was Camilo did not need to meet the twins.

Ever.

As the train ride continued, the boys began to bond, smiling at one another in joy.

It was nice.

[thelilreddragon]

A Lily and Hermione bonding prompt:) :“It’s funny, isn’t Mrs. Potter?”

“What do you mean, Hermione dear?”

“Both of us love a boy with glasses, who plays quidditch, can be clueless at times but still an adorable dork. Sometimes, history does repeat itself..”

Harry moved through the kitchen, throwing eggs into pans, and laughing with his father and Uncle.

Sirius sprawled on the counter, because he was useless with cooking, while James stood stirring over the stove.

“I can’t believe you actually said that, Padfoot!”

“I mean, if you wanna get the bludger, sometimes you gotta whack someone.”

Hermione sat at the kitchen table across from Remus, and beside Lily.

“He is so much like his dad,” Lily muttered, shaking her head, as both James and Harry agreed with Sirius.

“If I didn’t love him so much, I probably would’ve whacked him in the back of the head with a bludger bat, myself…”

“I heard that, Moony!”

“Did that on purpose, my love.”

“Can’t believe I married that git.”

“Love is a beautiful and chaotic thing!” Harry supplied, and winked at Hermione. She blushed.

“Now that kids, is how you get the girl.”

The three chefs in the kitchen went back to their banter, while the three at the table chatted.

“Isn’t it funny, Mrs. Potter?”

“What is, Hermione? Also. I told you to call me Lily…”

“We both fell in love with boys with an untameable head of hair, who are absurdly dim but loving at the same time, wear glasses and play quidditch. History repeats itself…”

“You’re right. And I mean, both of us are muggleborns. How odd.”

“Thank Merlin. I’m not the only one who noticed.”

“That means you’ll have to get married. I like you far more than any other girl he’s spoken about. And the only one I’ve gotten to meet.”

“She’s the only girl he’s brought home, because Remus scares them off at school!” Sirius helpfully, supplied.

“That’s not true! She’s the only one I liked!”

[plantsonplutoart]

Moonflower study dates! Because it’s possible to be both academic rivals and the best of friends 🌙🪷😌

James and Sirius are definitely sitting across the table drooling over them

[hedgehog-troops]

everyone, repeat after me:

"fanfic writers have a life outside of writing fanfcs and we, as readers, should respect them and their privacy if they are unable to or choose not to update for a while."

good job!!!!

once again!!!!!

"fanfic writers have a life outside of writing fanfcs and we, as readers, should respect them and their privacy if they are unable to or choose not to update for a while."

splendid!

[managone16]

The Jegulus Bets Part 2 Mary, drunk: NO!! Regulus will not. Lily, also drunk: He would!! He so would!! Mary: You're lying. I don't believe you. Lily: Oh yeah? Wanna bet on it? Mary: Fuck yeah— Lily: Winner gets to kiss Pandora. Pandora: I don't think that's a good idea- Lily: NO! I KNOW I'm RIGHT, PAN!! Regulus will kiss James first. I just know it. Lily: You're okay with it, right? Pandora, sighing: I—okay, Lily. Later James: Hey Reggie!! Regulus, groaning: Leave me alone Potter. James: I can’t, you’re too pretty to be left alone. Regulus, blushing: I—thanks. Now shut up. James: You should know, how beautiful you are. Your cheeks turn a pretty pink when you blush, you’re beautiful grey eyes are like—a storm. They’re so pretty, I— Regulus, blushing profusely: Shut up, James.  James: No. And oh, your hands, they’re so soft, I just wanna— *Regulus jumps up to kiss James* *James kissing back with equal fervour* Mary, staring with her mouth wide open:  Lily: I TOLD YOU SO!! I won!! Pandora, shocked but giggling: Merlin—Regulus is never hearing the end of this——*Gets cut off by Lily kissing her*

[your-neighbourhood-antisocial]

"I love marauders!" Proceeds to kill half of them in the most gruesome way and gives the other half never ending trauma

[zsrntyouil]

I think we often forget that the marauders era people were teens. Like every time I see "reg would never joke on that" "Sirius wouldn't make that much jokes abt his name" "lily wouldn't laugh at jokes on gingers" im like : yes they would actually. They were fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, of course they would make sex jokes, bad jokes, poop jokes, repetitive jokes: that's what you do when you're a teenager!

[nightoftheldead]

he is THE dad moms try to impress during kindergarten pick up (since reggie does most of the drop offs lol) harry is an amazing older brother ! (of two actually, still working on the marylily one)

anyways meet mia! my jegulus fanchild bc why the f not :]

[formerlympp]

happy belated birthday

“Happy belated birthday, Lily!”

“We wish we could have celebrated last week—”

“No more apologies!” Lily said firmly. “You are ruining the fun!”

“Sorry.”

Truthfully, Lily had been a little sad that most of her friends were unavailable to hang out on her actual birthday the previous weekend, but she certainly wasn’t angry about it. They were all in their thirties after all, and being an adult put a damper in most things, but especially, she discovered, birthdays.

They’d more than made up for it tonight, however, having spent the evening at a fabulous Italian restaurant before retreating back to Lily’s flat for cake, snacks, and buckets of alcohol. Lily already knew she’d be paying for the two glasses of wine at dinner and decided if her Sunday would be spent nursing a hangover, she may as well ply herself with margaritas and make it worthwhile.

She was sipping her third in between bites of her birthday cake—an unpleasant mixture with more sober taste buds, surely—when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” Mary cried out, jumping unsteadily to her feet before Lily even sat down her plate.

“Don’t tell me you ordered more food, Mary! We’ve already eaten our body weight in tortilla chips and salsa, not to mention—”

But Mary was out of sight without replying and Lily’s interest left with her brunette friend. It didn’t take long for Mary to return, though when she reappeared, she had a tall man—a man dressed as a firefighter—following behind her.

“Look what I happened to find!” Mary announced loudly, gaining the attention of all the girls in the group. “Is it getting hot in here—?”

The sudden uproar of her friends nearly startled Lily into dropping her drink. A couple of her friends ran quickly to the kitchen, empty glasses clutched in their hands, nearly knocking over another couple of women who were digging through their bags, searching for something…

And then Lily realized what she would have spotted immediately in sobriety.

“Mary… Mary, you didn’t!”

Mary, looking quite pleased with herself, was about to reply, when a second man came into view behind the first and stole her attention.

“Two?!” came a gleefully tipsy whoop from somewhere behind Lily.

“What’s this?” the second man said. “What’s the emergency, James?”

“Oh, they’re in character,” Mary announced to the room.

“We’re in what—?”

The first man, James evidently, swore loudly before turning to the man behind him and urgently saying something in a low voice. Suddenly the second man let out a bark of laughter before backing out of the room. His laughter continued even after he’d ducked out of site.

“Look, there’s been a mistake,” the man called James began, casting an uneasy look at Mary and then behind his shoulder.

“It’s quite all right,” Mary said in her most assuring voice. “I only ordered one, but we’ll pay both of you, not to worry. This is Lily—” Mary gestured, “—our lady of honor, tonight—"

His face turned a violent shade of pink, and Lily realized what he was about to say a second before he said it: “No—no. That’s—it’s not that. We’re not strippers. We really are firefighters and came here in response to a call to the station.”

Silence fell over the room at this before the group of girls broke into a furious round of giggles.

“Mary! You called the actual bloody firehouse?”

“This is the last time we put you in charge of anything!”

“Quick, someone snap a picture—”

Mary looked a mixture of embarrassed and deeply amused. “Oh, sod off, all of you!” She rounded on James, who appeared to be trying—and failing—to make himself blend in with the floral wallpaper behind him. “You could make it clearer on the internet, when people search, you know!”

James cleared his throat. “Erm. I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Mary, leave the poor man alone,” Lily said, now rising to her feet, surprisingly steadily, and heading toward the pair. “He’s only trying to do his job. Go have a glass of water, love.” She turned to James and then nodded toward the hallway. “Let's get you out of here.”

He looked relieved at her suggestion and did not linger a moment longer than he had to, not even to say his last piece to Mary, which Lily found commendable. Lily led the firefighter to the front door, but before opening it, turned to face him.

“I’m terribly sorry about the mix-up. I hope we didn’t put you out too much.”

James smiled for first time, seemingly more at ease now that he was away from the rowdiness he’d unexpectedly walked into. “It’s all right. This will make for a good story. Although…” James leaned back to look out the window of her front door before his attention returned to her. “Although I reckon my mate is going to enjoy taking the mick for a while.”

“Nonsense,” Lily said. “Take the ego boost. A bunch of women thought you made a living taking your clothing off.”

He laughed in reply, and Lily enjoyed the sound of it. She wasn’t wrong, he was very nice to look at. Especially a moment later when she was met with a lopsided smile.

“Well, I reckon it’s always good to have a back-up plan if I need a career change.”

“Just keep the outfit, if you can.”

“Yeah?”

She cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks pinken under his focused gaze. “Yeah. You… haven’t you ever heard the saying, women love a man in uniform?”

James laughed again and nodded. “Yeah, I suppose I have. Well look, I’d better go. And you need to get back to… what is it, a hen do?”

“Oh, no, just celebrating my birthday.”

“Really? Well, happy birthday then.”

“Thank you. It’s been an interesting night, to say the least.”

“Well if it gets more interesting in a bad way,” James began, now rummaging around in his coat pocket, “which I hope it doesn’t, mind… you can reach me here.” He proffered a small business card out to her, and she took it without hesitating.

“James Potter… what kind of firefighter carries calling cards on him?”

The lopsided smile returned. “Depending on if I hear from you… the lucky kind, I reckon.”

Lily laughed, tucking the card safely in her hands as James reached for the door. She was going to need to store this card somewhere for her more trustworthy sober self to find in the morning.

“It was nice meeting you… Lily, I believe it was?”

She nodded. “It was nice meeting you, too.”

As she watched the small firetruck drive away, Lily couldn’t help but wonder if she might have just received the best belated birthday gift in her life.

[hpseeker99]

Teacher: Harry James Potter! I want you to call your parents this instant! 8-year-old Harry, who has absolutely been anticipating this exact moment: *pulls out a Ouija board* This might take a minute.

[omgrachwrites]

My Oh My (Mattheo Riddle)

Mattheo Riddle x Potter!Reader

Request: Do you do song based requests? I was hoping for a Matthew Riddle x potter!Reader based on the song My oh my and/or Shameless from Camila Cabello. You are so good at writing that tension in between characters that shouldn't be together but want to break that forbidden love trope lol - anon

Warnings: fluff, swearing, mentions of sex, wolfstar being adorable

A/N: I hope this is okay anon! Hope you guys all enjoy, I love you all! xxx

You crept along the silent corridors, hoping to Merlin that you wouldn’t get caught by a ghost, or Mrs Norris for that matter. You would have stolen the Invisibility Cloak if Harry wouldn’t miss its absence, you did always have to remind him that your dad had told you to share it but he wouldn’t listen.

It was well past midnight so it wasn’t likely that anybody was going to be in the Common Room. You grinned as you recalled your earlier activities and your knees almost weakened.

They say he likes a good time (My, oh my) He comes alive at midnight (Every night)

You whispered the password, apologising to The Fat Lady for waking her up and you crept through the portrait hole.

“Where have you been?” a quiet voice came from beside the fireplace making you jump.

“Fuck, Harry!” you swore at your older brother and sighed as he waited for you to answer his question, “I couldn’t sleep so I went for a walk,” the lie rolled of your tongue so easily that it surprised you.

Harry nodded, your answer seemed to satisfy him, “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he sighed as he pushed his glasses up his nose, “Hermione woke up and you weren’t there so she panicked. Then, I panicked,” he chuckled, “I was just about to come and look for you.”

Guilt twisted in your stomach as you smiled weakly at Harry, “you don’t have to worry about me Harry, I promise. I’m gonna go up to bed, night Harry.”

“Night, Y/N,” he smiled as you went up to bed. You went to bed feeling like the worst person in the world.

The morning dawned bright and early, and you were walking a little bit behind your friends as you all walked down to the carriages. You were still feeling guilty about the night before so you were keeping your distance. You felt a cold hand wrap around your wrist and you were pulled into the nearest broom cupboard.

“What the fuck?!” you yelped, rolling your eyes when you came face to face with the cocky Slytherin. The same Slytherin that you had shared the previous night with.

My mama doesn't trust him (My, oh my) He's only here for one thing But (so am I) Yeah

A little bit older A black leather jacket A bad reputation Insatiable habits

“Hello, darling,” he grinned, his hands coming up to grip your waist, “I wanted to see you before we all go home for the summer.”

“Well, you’ve seen me, Mattheo,” you laughed as he rolled his eyes, “people will get suspicious if we’re in here for much longer.”

“You will write to me this summer, won’t you?”

You cupped his cheek, trailing your fingers across the scar that he’d received from duelling, “I’ll try,” you promised.

He nodded at your answer before leaning in to kiss you, you kissed him back gently, your fingers digging through his curls. As he pulled away he bit his lip and looked away from your face, “I like you, y’know.”

You laughed at the flush that spread across his cheeks, “I like you too.”

Your friends weren’t that far ahead so it didn’t take long for you to catch up with them, “are you alright, Y/N?” Ron asked.

“Yeah, all good,” you nodded, slightly out of breath, laughing when he slung an arm over your shoulders.

It was a couple of weeks into summer when you walked into the kitchen and heard Harry whining to your mum, “why do me and Y/N have to come though?”

“Oh no, where are we going?”

Your mum looked at you with a sigh as if talking to Harry exhausted her, you knew the feeling, “we’re going to The Three Broomsticks for dinner tonight.”

“What, why?”

“Because,” Lily rolled her eyes, “Sirius wants us to meet his new partner.”

“What’s the point in that when they’re just gonna break up in a couple of months?” since your mum and dad had been in school Sirius held a torch for Remus, but he’d never said anything. Sirius’ relationships barely lasted 6 months.

“That’s exactly what I said,” your dad laughed as he walked into the kitchen.

Lily sighed but you could tell that she was trying not to laugh, “don’t encourage them, James.”

When you and your family arrived at The Three Broomsticks you noticed Sirius and Remus sitting at the table. There was no one else there and they looked pretty nervous, “do you think…?” you trailed off, looking at Harry.

Harry shook his head, “nah, they definitely would have told us by now,” you nodded but you knew first hand that that wasn’t always the case.

As you walked over to the table, Sirius smiled up at you all in greeting and you sat down, “so, everyone knows Remus, obviously,” he laughed and Remus offered everyone a little wave like you hadn’t known him for all your life.

“Does this mean that you guys are together?” Harry asked what everyone else was thinking and when Sirius nodded, your heart leapt for joy. Two people who you loved more than anything had finally found each other, you couldn’t think of anything better.

Your mum and dad whooped, “yes! Wolfstar is real!”

Remus laughed, looking relieved that everyone was taking this so well, “what the hell is Wolfstar?”

Lily flushed as she looked at James, “it was our ship name for you in school, we’re so glad that you guys are together!”

Sirius grinned, “thanks guys!”

“First round is on me,” James grinned, “come on, Y/N, you can help me.”

“Oh, dad!” you whined as you followed him to the bar.

You didn’t notice the bartender until he came to take your order, “what can I get for you?”

You froze when you realised it was Mattheo behind the bar, he stared at you in turn, his blue eyes widening. Your dad put the order in and when he wasn’t paying attention, you leaned over the bar to speak to Mattheo.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

He shrugged as he poured the pints, “thought I’d keep myself busy,” he hissed, “since the only person I want to speak to won’t reply to my letters.”

You bit your lip, you really did feel bad about that one, it had been a jam packed summer already, you hardly had any time to write secret little love letters, “Theo…” you trailed off as your dad paid for the drinks and Mattheo shook his head at you.

As Remus explained how Sirius finally had the guts to tell him how he felt, you couldn’t help but watch the handsome boy behind the bar as he walked from customer to customer with cat like grace. He grinned at a little old woman and spent a lot of time speaking with her, you wished you could hear what he was saying. You liked him like this, it always seemed as though he had to put up a front in school, you wished he could be himself but you supposed you couldn’t blame him, considering who his father was.

Unfortunately, you weren’t as subtle as you thought because your mum saw you looking at him, “who’s that behind the bar?”

“A boy from school,” you muttered, taking a sip of your Butterbeer.

“He’s Mattheo Riddle. Voldemort’s son,” Harry blurted out.

“Harry!” you hissed.

Lily scowled as she eyed him curiously over her wine glass, “he looks like trouble, I hope you’re staying away from him, Y/N.”

“Of course mum.”

When you spotted Mattheo going outside, you made excuses about how you wanted to get some fresh air as you followed him out. You found him leaning against the wall, lighting a cigarette, “those things will kill you, y’know,” you giggled.

“Among other things,” he blew out some smoke, not looking at you.

“Theo,” you sighed walking towards him, “I’m sorry that I haven’t been writing to you.”

Mattheo sighed as he looked at you, touching your cheek, “I understand, you have to protect yourself.”

“I’m not trying to protect myself, I’m trying to protect you! Do you what my parents would do to you if they found out about us? Not to mention my brother.”

Mattheo smirked at you, his blue eyes surprisingly bright in the dark of the night, “trying to protect me huh?” he grinned when you nodded, “I lied by the way, when I told you that I liked you. I meant to say that I really like you,” he flushed and you marvelled at how something like this could embarrass him, after all you would together in The Room of Requirement.

“I really like you too.”

Mattheo flicked away his cigarette as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he leaned in to kiss you. You sighed against his lips, tasting the mint of his gum and the smoke from his cigarette, it was an intoxicating taste.

He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe Yeah, I said, "If you kiss me I might let it happen"

I swear on my life that I've been a good girl Tonight, I don't wanna be her

He pulled away from you slightly, resting his forehead against yours, “a forbidden, secret romance is actually pretty sexy, Y/N,” he smirked.

“You’re such a prick,” you laughed as you pulled him in for another kiss.

[thelilreddragon]

Alive Jily(with hint of Harmione) prompt:

“Harry dear, did you really have to give Dudley the bertie botts every flavor beans?? He vomited!”

“Sorry mum, he was being a git to Neville and made Hermione upset!”

"He is so your son, James."

"Heheheheheh, I know right?"

[goldenminutes]

my least favorite marauders headcannon:

peter betrays them and everyone dies

[percyweasleyapologist]

James: What state do you live in?

Lily: Constant anxiety.

Remus: Denial.

Sirius: Perfection.

Marlene: NEW YORK!

[baltharino]

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

lily and sirius arguing about the laws of transfiguration and james 'competency kink' potter with a raging hard on as he nods along