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starrywriting · 6 months ago

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for a swim

james potter

summary: sent away to Beauxbatons Academy, you return after a few years and join Sirius when he moves in with the Potters'. Even after all these years, you realize that your feelings for James weren't just a childhood infatuation, but rather, love so deeply anchored you fear it'll drown you

chapter 1

contains: (start of a series) sirius black sister! reader, brothers best friend trope, childhood best friends to lovers, unrequited love, slow-burn

an: hello my darlings! long time no see<3 I've missed you all so much. know that I've been lurking on this account for years now, silently admiring all your guys' writings and work. I'm glad to be back, hopefully it's not temporary. I've always wanted to write about the marauders, and most importantly my favorite boy, james potter! enjoy the start of this series! words: 2.5k

“Oh my god! You’re in love!” Sirius gaped, watching James squirm under his inquisitive gaze. “You’re in love with Lily!” Sirius proclaimed loudly, the boisterous noise rousing you out of your room down the hall from the boys’.

“Wait, in love with who?” You asked, peeking your head around the doorframe of James’s bedroom, eyes blinking at the two boys sitting on the bed, facing each other. You watched as James’s face blanched further. You snickered under your breath at Sirius’s smirk.

“I said, he’s in love with Lily. It’s so obvious!” Sirius grabbed James’s shoulders, shaking him obnoxiously.

“I’m not in love with her…” James grumbled, standing from his spot on his bed to cross his arms and face you. “My dog thinks I’m in love with Lily,” James sneered, eyes narrowing when he caught sight of Sirius flicking him off as he leaned back and starfished on James' bed, unmaking his freshly washed linens. “No matter how much I deny it, he won't shut up. He’s insufferable!”

“But aren’t you in love with Lily?” You asked, stepping away from the doorframe and into the room. “I thought that was like, common knowledge to all of us?” You tilted your head, your smirk matching Sirius’s. “Sirius said that was all you would talk about last year. And Remus claimed you were so obsessed with her that it would literally make him sick to his stomach.”

“Oh! So I see I’m a hot topic of conversation,” James grumbled again, throwing a pillow at Sirius who laughed loudly, mocking James’s pout. “I’m not in love with Lily! I got over her last year!”

“Yeah! Only took you like ten months!” Sirius howled out a laugh, catching the pillow and throwing it back at James’s face.

You laughed, sitting at James’s desk and watching as the boys began to wrestle. You had no idea if it was true– James being in love with Lily and all that. Outside of the letters you received from the group, your window into their lives at Hogwarts was minimal. After all, you had been living your own life, secluded from it all at Beauxbatons Academy. Though in retrospect, as much as being away from your brother and your lifelong friends sucked, being away from your family made the distance all worth it.

When you received the letter from Sirius saying he was staying with James from now on and that he wished for you to come and join him, the sadness you felt leaving your friends and life in France behind was palpable, but Sirius was always your priority, just like you were his. If it wasn’t for him, you would have been primped and groomed into the perfect little Black, married off to pure blood, and expected to serve. Sirius had always protected you from all that, regardless of how steep the cost was for him.

Despite it all, your welcome at the Potter’s was unbeatable. James especially beamed with affection when he saw you walk through the front door of his home, luggage in hand. Before you left for France, you and James were practically inseparable. Since you were little, James was always ensuring you were included in whatever fiasco he would get into with the rest of the boys; always first to volunteer when you’d want to go read by the tree in his backyard or swim in the creek all day even though Sirius would get bored after an hour. James never left you behind.

“What else did the guys tell you, hm?!” James puffed, chest heaving slightly as he pushed Sirius back down on the bed with finality and approached you with a gleam in his eye; winner of the wrestling match.

“Don’t you dare,” You warned, putting a hand up to stop him. “I’ll kill you!” You laughed, leaning back in the desk chair.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” James feigned innocence, only stopping once your hand rested on his chest.

“Get her Padfoot!” Sirius’s boyish grin twinged with sinister intentions as he clambered up from James’s bed, abandoning you. He raced out of James’s room, laughing as his socks slid on the hardwood floor.

“You’re a coward!” You called out to Sirius, glowering when you heard Sirius’s door slam shut. “James, please! Mercy! Have mercy!” You laughed up at him, now placing both your hands on his chest to try and push him away.

“Hmm… I don't think so. Apparently, I’m so lovesick I can’t think straight.” James easily removed your hands, reaching down for your waist and hoisting you up and over his shoulder. “My inhibitions are so blinded by my love for Lily Evans,” He joked, ignoring you as you kicked and screamed for Sirius’s help; both your and James' laugh mingling as he ran out of his bedroom.

“Please! I’m only the messenger!” You pleaded, crying out when he raced down the stairs quickly. “I swear— if you drop me James!” You cried out, gripping the back of his shirt.

“When have I ever let you fall?” He laughed, purposefully feigning tripping on the living room carpet.

“Where are you taking me?” You slammed at his back, crying out as he ran out the back door of his house and into the gardens.

“For a swim.”

“You wouldn’t!” You kicked and screamed again, crying out for Sirius, who was sitting out his bedroom window, waving triumphantly down at you both from the third floor.

“Good luck!” Sirius yelled, grabbing the window and shutting it as James walked further into the gardens, following the stone path down to the creek.

“These things happen,” James lectured playfully, continuing his trek with minimal effort. “You should remember. Sirius and I are ruthless and just ‘cause you’ve been gone for a few years doesn’t mean you suddenly develop immunity to our antics, love.”

“James, please! I didn’t mean it! You’re not in love! You’re not in love with Lily!” You laughed, trying to wiggle out of his grip as he approached the dock.

“Hm, that’s not entirely true.” James tsked, his grip on you tightening.

“What does that even mean!?” You shrieked, trying to tickle your way out of his grip. “James! No! Please!” You laughed, screaming as he ran for the end of the dock, his grip on you never faltering as you both splashed into the water.

The water felt nice in the blistering late summer heat, but as you reemerged from the water, you shrieked again. “You idiot!” You splashed his face, giving him no time to recover as he laughed, swatting you and the water away. “You’re the worst.”

“We both know that isn’t true,” James grinned, treading water. “I’m your favorite.”

“Not anymore!” You splashed him again, escaping for shore as quickly as you could before he could splash you back again. “I hate you!” You lied, amping up the dramatics as you emerged from the water, clothes dripping.

“You act like we can’t instantaneously dry our clothes,” James snickered, following suit and emerging from the water. “Just a flick of my wand and your dilemma is solved.” James stood next to you, glancing up at the sky and basking in the sun for a few seconds, a bright grin on his face.

He reached behind himself, pulling his shirt up and over his head. “Lay with me?” He asked suddenly, undoing his pants and making himself comfortable on the sand bar alongside the creek and dock. He was clad in just his soaked boxers. “The sun feels too good to pass up.” He sighed, arms behind his head as he peered up at you.

“Who said I wanted to be anywhere near you,” You sneered, glaring down at him as you let your wet hair drip onto his face. “You almost just killed me!” You ranted playfully, already kicking your shoes off as you undid the buttons on your shirt. “I could’ve died and then you guys would’ve mourned me and my lovely personality for the rest of your lives…” You stepped out of your skirt, throwing your clothes on the same log James did his. The sun on your bare skin felt like a summer's kiss.

“Yeah… we would sure miss you…” James agreed distractedly, and you laughed, shaking your head at him.

“Never seen a girl in a bra and underwear before?” You teased, knowing fully well that James would never think of you as a prospect. Not ever. Before leaving for France, that thought would’ve crippled you with self-doubt and the sting of rejection, but the distance between you and him all these years served to remind you that James’s feelings, or lack thereof, weren’t because you lacked in any way, but because you were the sister of one of his best friends– and also his very best friend. There was no way his perception of you could ever be more than platonic. Though even after all these years, you couldn’t help the sliver in your heart still stashed away for James; hoping for a miracle.

“Ha ha very funny,” He mocked dryly, clearing his throat and looking away as you spread out next to him, sighing contently. You basked in the moment. In the warm summer breeze that lifted the treetops above you. The smell of the creek— the gurgling, bubbling noise it made. You looked over at James, startled to find him already looking at you, a small smile on his lips.

“I’m glad you’re back,” He admitted after a few beats of silence. His eyes were committing your features to memory. “I’ve missed you more than I’d like to admit.”

“You have no idea,” You volleyed back, reaching out to move a curl out of his face. “I could’ve been having the best day of my life back at Beauxbatons and I’d still be wishing to have you– and the other guys,” You quickly added bashfully, “by my side, experiencing it all with me.”

“Now we can be.” He beamed, turning away from you once more and soaking in the afternoon sunbeams filtering through the leaves. The sunlight danced on his face, his features even more striking than before. You couldn’t understand how someone could be so effortlessly beautiful. “You’ll love Hogwarts.”

You hummed in agreement, sitting in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Your hands fidgeted with the soft sand under your palms. You giggled when James’s hands met yours, playing with the sand too. You peeked over at him, but his eyes were still closed, a lopsided grin plastered across his lips.

“So you like Lily Evans?” You asked softly after a few more beats of silence. “Did you guys date last year?” You couldn’t help but ask, filling in the holes in your knowledge of the boys’ lives while you were gone.

“Pfft…” James sighed, eyes still closed. “Something like that.” He admitted lips now downturned. “I liked her until I realized that—” He stopped himself, opening his eyes and sitting up. “We just hung out occasionally. And we liked each other– snogged a few times.” He wiggled his brows down at you and you rolled your eyes with a laugh.

“Very classy, James.”

“Kidding, kidding,” He scrunched his nose, grinning. “No really though, it was just lighthearted. And anyway, my feelings changed after a while.”

“You fell in love and she didn’t?” You sat up on your elbows, blinking up at him. He did admit that his not being in love wasn’t the whole truth before plummeting the both of you into the creek.

“Hmm? What? No,” He laughed, shaking his head down at you. “Nothing like that.”

“But you said— Earlier–” You paused, collecting your thoughts. “When you jumped in the water you said it wasn’t entirely true. I just assumed that meant you were in love with Lily and it was unrequited.” You shrugged, laying back down.

“No, that wasn’t what I meant by that,” He sighed, looking away from you. Silence blanketed over the both of you again. You opened your mouth after a few beats, trying to pry once more. “I meant that I was in love, just not with Lily.” He clarified, interrupting you. You closed your mouth quickly, eyes wide.

“Oh,” you sucked in a disbelieving laugh, blinking a few times in shock. “Did she– how did…” Your brows furrowed, and James laughed at your lack of response.

“Yeah. A bit of a sticky situation,” He hummed, lulling his head from side to side. “It’s all gnawing at my subconscious. It’s all I think about.” He grumbled, rubbing a pebble in between his thumb and forefinger. “She’s all I think about, really.”

“Was Lily heartbroken when she found out? Why haven’t you told the others?” You sat up again, this time turning to face him.

“Nah. She understood once I explained it to her. Lily’s like that,” He chuckled lightly. “Told me I’d be an idiot if I didn’t do something about my feelings for this person soon.” He sighed, shaking his head. “It's never that easy though, is it?” He glanced over at you, a small smile on his lips.

“I wouldn’t know,” You admitted, swirling a finger in the sand. “I’ve only loved one person in my entire life— and now I’ve reached the point where it's better to just shut up about it than admit my feelings, I think.” You laughed pitifully, shrugging your shoulders. “It’s like that quote, ‘Is it better to speak or to die?’”

James watched you carefully, and you couldn’t help the twinge of a blush on your cheeks under his deep, pensive gaze. “Speak, one hundred percent.” He nodded, blowing out a breath. “Although speaking sometimes feels like dying all the same.”

“Tell me about it,” You grumbled, throwing a rock into the creek. “Do I get to know who this mystery person is that you’re in love with?”

James paused for a moment, and you swore you could read the conflict in his eyes. The secret was swimming towards the surface, on the tip of his tongue. “Hmm, how about no?” He teased, laughing at your frown. “Her name won’t slip past these lips.” He smiled, tapping his lips with his pointer finger.

“You suck.” You laughed, pushing at his shoulder lightly.

“So I’ve been told,” He grinned, pushing you back gently. “Wanna jump in again?”

“Obviously.” You grinned, standing up and reaching a hand down to him. He grinned back, grabbing your hand to hoist himself up. He didn’t let go, instead placing a chaste ‘thank you’ kiss on your knuckles as he led you up onto the dock.

“Bet I can do a better dive than you can!” He challenged, completely unaware of the blooming blush on your cheeks and the butterflies in your stomach. Even after all these years, this boy— he still was the only one that made your heart sing and your breath catch. No matter how hard you tried, you could never not be in love with James Potter.

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dreamingofmarauders · 8 months ago

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𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙞𝙫𝙚

James Potter x Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Summary: In which Sirius finally warms up to you and you let in James on what haunts you to this day

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Mentions of torture, death, crying, small panic attack, cussing

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"What the fuck?" Sirius muttered from his place on the couch by the fireplace in the sitting room, upon seeing you enter holding something in your arms, followed by James with a suitcase and- a House-Elf?

"What happened? How come you're both back?" Remus inquired, brows furrowed.

You sighed in frustration, "They found out where I live, broke in two weeks ago, and I would assume this is the same time I got injured during the mission." You said, shaking your head slightly.

Sirius watched you with calculated eyes, slightly suspicious of you. However, when his eyes fell back onto your arms and he realized what was in your arms, he let out an odd noise making everyone look at him weirdly.

"You OK, mate?" James asked, to which Sirius nodded, staring at your puppy before looking up at your face.

"Is that a dog?"

You beamed at him, lifting Fluffy's face to yours to pepper him with kisses, "Yes, he is. I found him on the streets, he looked so scared and fragile, I couldn't have left him there. So I brought him home about two months ago, and he's been part of the family since then, haven't you cutie pie?" You cooed, nuzzling your face against your puppy.

Sirius stared at you with a blank face before he stood up and walked over to you. He paused, raising his hands out, "Can I hold him?"

You merely smiled at him and carefully handed him Fluffy. Sirius cooed and looked at Fluffy with such adoration in his eyes, you let out a happy giggle as you melted. Sirius looked back up at you.

"I think we can get along, L/n." He said, "After all, if you love dogs then you are a cool person because dogs are the best." He exclaimed.

You opened your mouth to answer however another voice cried,

"Dogs are not the best. A stag is way better!" James exclaimed, appalled.

You and Remus exchanged an amused look, Remus more than you as he was in on the little secret, before you loudly cleared your throat, making the pair of best mates look at you.

"This," You said, stepping aside to reveal Willy, whose light blue eyes went wide, making them even larger than they already are, at the sudden attention, "Is my childhood best friend, Willy."

Sirius' brows knitted together, "You have a slave!?" He spat out in a bitter tone, making James send him a glare.

You frowned at him, "No, I have my best friend." You bent down, wrapping an arm around the House-Elf, "Willy was assigned to me as a servant when I was quite young, but to me, Willy was a living creature, who deserved love and respect, someone who I considered a friend. Willy's been there for me in tough times." You explained, pausing abruptly as horrible images from your childhood flashed back, "I tried freeing Willy, many times actually, but Willy refuses to go."

"Oh but Mistress has always been so kind to Willy. Why would Willy leave such a wonderful soul?" He cried out loud, before beginning to hiccough, causing your eyes to widen in alarm.

"Willy!" You exclaimed in concern, "Please don't cry!"

The House-Elf made an odd disgruntled noise and immediately went quiet. "As Willy's MIstress wishes."

"It's Y/n."

"As Mistress Y/n wishes." Willy replied, making you shake your head with a smile at the small creature as you stood back up.

"Well, I better set up my room. Again." You declared to the room before you took your suitcase from James, and walked with Willy bouncing behind you.

Sirius watched you go, his face full of shame. He shouldn't have let his hatred towards his family shadow his view about you. You were a Slytherin, that was true, but you were not evil. If he didn't see it before, Sirius saw it now. Your House-Elf was one proof of your kindness, because if you had been cruel, why would Willy have still stuck by your side after having been freed?

He had some apologizing to do.

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“Y/n/n, you promised me everything would be fine.” A young blue eyed boy breathed out, every inhale and exhale paining his whole body.

Tears cascaded down your face but you hastily wiped them.

“It will be. You will make it through.” You told him, trying to be strong for your younger brother.

“I’m scared, Y/n.” He murmured and suddenly his chest began to heave rapidly. Your eyes widened in panic, not knowing what to do. You looked at Willy whose eyes only landed on the ground in shame.

A sob tore its way through your mouth, not wanting to believe this was happening.

“I-I love y-you, Y/n.” The young boy gasped out between the heavy breaths.

You cried, clinging onto his hand, shaking your head in denial. Your baby brother couldn’t leave you.

“I love you too, baby. I love you so much.” You told him watching him struggle to cling onto life. Your heart shattered into a million pieces when you saw the last breath he took. Your soul went with him when you watched the light leave his eyes.

“NOOOOOO!”

“LEO!” You screamed as you shot up in bed, tears racing down your face as your chest rose and fell quickly. A sob made its way out your mouth. He was gone and it tormented you that you couldn’t have saved him.

You felt your heart race madly as your chest began to tighten. Everything began to blur but before you could descend into your state, someone grabbed your hand.

“Y/n, copy my breathing.” James spoke, placing your hand against his chest. You looked at him, specifically his hazel eyes, finding a sense of comfort in them and you copied his breathing, which eventually calmed you down.

You numbly stared at the wall across the room, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. James merely watched you. Him and the boys were still there as they had to go over some new tactics with some other Order members. As James was getting ready to leave, he heard your pained sobs and shouts, and he ran into your bedroom only to find you startle awake from your nightmare and fall into a panic attack.

“You want to talk about it?” The Gryffindor offered.

You swallowed thickly, your eyes glossing over, “I didn’t tell you the whole truth.”

James’ brows knitted together, “Pardon?”

You let out a sigh, “The other day, when I mentioned that if I died I would deserve it, Regulus wasn’t the only reason I said that.” You bit your lip, the memory still fresh and flashing before your eyes. “Everyone knows about my older brother, Alexander."

Of course James knew, everyone did. A true embodiment of a pureblood supremacist, ringleader of all the biggest Slytherins.

"But no one knew I once had a younger brother named Leo. He was so sweet and joyful, and I absolutely adored him. However if I ever did anything out of turn, my parents knew how much Leo meant to me and they would t-torture him as well for my mistakes so I wouldn’t mess up again.” You explained, face twisting in agony.

“He was seven when I was in my first year at Hogwarts. What exactly they did to him, I don’t know but when I returned home for spring break…” You paused off, your voice getting shaky as your body began to shake as well. “He was on his deathbed. I wasn’t there to protect him and I watched as he passed on and there was nothing I could do.” You sobbed, burying your face in your hands.

“Willy had tried his best but Leo’s health was bad and he didn’t make it through.” You raised your face to look at James, who had been rubbing your back comfortingly. He saw a fire burn in your y/e/c eyes.

“I don’t know how but they got away with my brother’s murder and I couldn’t do anything. I had always promised him to protect him and one day we both would escape that place.” Your hands balled into fists until your body slumped as grief hit you again.

“I was devastated for months. The only reason I found a purpose in life was when Regulus came to Hogwarts the following school year. I saw my brother in him and I vowed that I would protect him. And yet,” James had to stop you from ripping your hair out as you had grasped your y/h/c locks. “I left him there too. I’ve failed not one but two brothers.” You told James, shaking your head in disappointment with yourself.

James felt his heart shatter. He would have never guessed you had gone through so much. Sure, you being a Slytherin had blindsided him at one point, but even as he had been introduced to the real you, he had never pinpointed how much you had gone through.

James wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry into his chest as he comfortingly rubbed your back.

"I know what I say won't ever be enough but I am so sorry for your loss. Your parents are terrible just like the countless other people on his side are. But I promise you, I'll help you get your brother justice, that much we can do."

You nodded before hiccuping and saying, "Not just that, I want every single one supporting Voldemort behind bars. I don't want more children growing up like I did." You said with determination before your tone softened, "Thank you though, James, for everything."

James placed his cheek against your head, "Always."

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A/N: I hope you all are doing well! I found this chapter okay but I really love the next few chapters, so sit tight for a little longer and the following chapters will be out soon! Love you all!

Wizard Buddies (Taglist): @quack-quack-snacks @jamespottergf @themarauderswife7 @amethyistheart

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msmk11 · 7 months ago

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singer!james potter x singer!reader (celebrity au)

A/n: If you guys like this I definitely have enough ideas for a series!

Summary: You meet James Potter and the rest of The Marauders for the first time after their show in L.A. You hope it’s not the last (1.6k)

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You had just finished touring for your first album, “Atomic”, and you were ready for a break. Those months on tour were amazing, and you were so grateful for the experience. But touring was also tiring, and you were so excited to finally sleep in your own bed, use your own shower, and be surrounded by your favorite people again. Tonight was your first night out in a while, after taking a few weeks off to rest. You were going to a concert with your new boyfriend and famous actor, Fabian Prewett. You and Fabian had met after the first leg of your tour at a house party in L.A. You had hit it off over a drunk game of pool and had now been dating for three months. On top of this being your first night out in awhile, it would also be your debut as a couple, and you were, admittedly, a little nervous. Your boyfriend, however, was the opposite. Though you guessed Fabian was rarely nervous for anything- something you really liked about him. When you arrived at the venue, you were ushered through a side entrance to avoid all of the prying eyes. Though the venue was smaller, when the band had heard that you and Fabian were attending the show, they made sure to set aside space for a more private viewing of the concert. You and Fabian were given seats near the front of the stage, and also backstage passes to meet the band after.

You were more than thrilled that you were going to get to meet The Marauders- a British boy band you had stumbled upon while touring in London. They were a big hit amongst your London fan base, so you gave them a listen and quickly became a fan yourself. When they announced that they were touring in the US, you instantly bought tickets. There was just something about their sound, their style, and the rather attractive lead singer, James Potter, that drew you in. Once you were escorted to your seats by the security guard, you asked Fabian to take some pictures of you. He obliged, though begrudgingly. That was one thing you had noticed about Fabian so far that you didn’t like – he wasn’t the most attentive boyfriend. But you supposed that perhaps he just wasn’t the most affectionate person. After posing in your cute outfit for a few photos, and taking some selfies with Fabian, you noticed a few giggling girls behind you, whispering to one another as they looked over at you and your boyfriend. When they asked you for your autographs, you, of course, agreed, and Fabian turned on his boyish charm, making the girls swoon and giggle even louder. You weren’t really jealous of the girls’ obvious infatuation with your boyfriend because you knew that to him, they were just fans. Still, you were glad when the lights dimmed a little, signaling the start of the show and the end of his fan interactions. Smoke poured out onto the stage and lights began to flash. One by one, the band members ran out onto the stage to assume their positions. First to run out was the keys player, Peter Pettigrew- a short, stout brunette with the most endearing baby face and an incredible knack for playing the piano. Next was the drummer, Sirius Black. He could not be more opposite from Peter- all muscle, dark, heavy makeup, and long, jet black hair. Though you supposed Peter and Sirius had height in common. Then came out the lead guitarist, Remus Lupin. Remus was tall- taller than you ever could have imagined, with shaggy, sand-colored hair and a distinctive scar down the side of his face that made him look badass. Finally, the lead singer of the band, James Potter, came out in all his glory. His brunette curls bounced as he ran up to the microphone stand and his impressive biceps flexed as he grabbed the mic and shouted to the crowd, “how are we all doing tonight?”

The crowd cheered.

“We are very excited to be here in L.A. and put on a great show for you guys,” he said proudly, “I am James Potter and we are The Marauders.”

The crowd went wild as one of their most popular hits blared through the speakers. You, of course, screamed right along with them.

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The show had exceeded your expectations in every way possible, and you gushed all about it to Fabian as security guards escorted the two of you backstage. When you entered the backstage area, you were led over to a black couch and a coffee table laden with snacks. Security told you that the band would be out shortly, so you sat down, waiting anxiously.

“Babe, I’m honestly so excited for this. God they were even better than I imagined,” you exclaimed.

Fabian nodded and squeezed your thigh gently, “yeah baby, they were great. But maybe just like, play it cool when you meet them, y’know? Don’t wanna come off like one of those crazy fans we met earlier.”

Your smile dimmed a little but you nodded, “Yeah, no. Of course. You’re right. And they’re just people anyways.”

Fabian checked his phone again, looking at the time. You could tell he was anxious to get back to his apartment, but ignored him.

Luckily, only a minute or two later, The Marauders themselves emerged from a hallway across from you, where their dressing rooms were most likely at. You smacked Fabian’s shoulder excitedly and stood as the group of four approached you.

“Sorry for the delay,” Remus said to you first, “Sirius here insisted on touching himself up before meeting you two.”

You laugh a little as Sirius squawked, “Well excuse me for wanting to look presentable for our guests, unlike you, Moony.”

Remus only rolled his eyes and Sirius winked at you with a smirk. You laughed again and Fabian’s hand wrapped around your waist, “It’s nice to meet you all,” your boyfriend said, extending his hand to shake each of the boys’, “I’m Fabian and this is my partner, Y/n.”

You smiled brightly and waved at them all, “You guys were amazing, oh my god! I mean, what a great show. Peter- I’d kill to play the piano half as good as you, and Sirius, your drumming totally made the energy of the crowd. And the guitar solo in the first song Remus- holy shit. I-“

Fabian squeezed your waist tightly, a reminder to keep your cool. You glanced at him and smiled lightly before saying, “I- just wow. Really, really good.”

“No praise for me?” A voice said teasingly. You turned to see James Potter looking at you with a smirk, and you hated to admit that it left you feeling a little flustered. Still, you reminded yourself, you had a boyfriend, so you shook it off.

“Well of course I have some, I just… am still processing your performance. But honestly, you sounded amazing, James. Anyone would be jealous of your voice.”

“Says you,” he smiled, a beautiful crooked grin, “don’t you have like 5 Grammys now and a sold out world tour?”

You blushed a little, “only 3 Grammys and well, they really don’t mean all that much. Plenty of talented artists have yet to win one- including you.”

“You’re too humble,” Peter interjected, reaching down to grab a piece of candy off the snack table, “Your recognition is deserved, and we’re all huge fans, so I’m not just saying that.”

“Jamsie here was freaking out when he found out you were coming to the show,” Sirius added, plopping down onto an adjoining couch, “And you too, of course,” he said to Fabian.

Your boyfriend smiled, though you’re sure it’s a bit more of a grimace.

“I mean how could I not be a fan?” James asked you, “As a musician, I have incredible respect for you, and your lyrics are fantastic. What’s not to like?”

Despite being a celebrity, you’d never quite become comfortable with the praise and attention you got for doing something so natural to you- writing songs about your feelings. So you only stuttered and blushed a little more, waving your hand with an embarrassed thank you.

“Well, I think it’s time we get a picture, yeah?” Fabian announced.

“Of course, only if you want to,” you added.

“Yeah, yes, please,” Remus said.

He called over to one of the security guards and asked them to take the picture. You and Remus both handed him your phones, so that he could take one on each. In a shuffle of movement, you ended up posed for the picture with Peter on your immediate right and Remus next to him and Fabian on your immediate left then James and Sirius. You smiled brightly, throwing your arm around Peter while Fabian’s hand stayed at the small of your back.

When the pictures had been taken, you shuffled apart and took your phone from the security guard.

“Wait, babe,” you said to Fabian, “can you get one of just me and the band too?”

“If you guys are okay with that?” You asked them.

Fabian sent you a slightly pained smile but nodded, taking your phone.

As you shuffled into order again, you ended up squeezed between Remus and James- their height making you look extra short. While Remus threw his arm over your shoulder, James’ hand wrapped around your waist, and you nearly shuddered.

With photos over, you knew it was time to go.

As The Marauders left, Sirius sent you a final wink, Peter a small wave, Remus a nonchalant nod and James a beaming smile.

You couldn’t have had a better first meeting- and you hoped it wasn’t the last.

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ailoda · 2 months ago

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The New Hire (❤): modern restaurant au, and you’re the newest member of the team! (@mischievousmoony)

roommate!james x shy!reader saga. (❤) (@moonstruckme)

new! It's Always Been You (❤❅✧): you've known golden-boy James Potter for as long as you can remember. Though you don't just know him—he's your very best friend. But there's just one problem: you've fallen deeply, madly in love with him. Or two problems, if you count his thing for your friend Lily Evans. As time goes by, all you want is to get over him. Although, James seems set on making that the most impossible challenge of them all. (@everythingisromant1c)

new! Sanctuary At The Potters' (❅✧): after your parents cross the line, you and your older brother Sirius find sanctuary at the Potters. (@mischievousmoony) (warning: abusive parents, mention of injuries)

new! A Star Between Hands (❤): finding out you're a princess isn't half as intimidating as suddenly acquiring a full-time bodyguard. Especially when that bodyguard is disarmingly handsome, charming, and can't seem to stop flirting with you. - princess diaries!au (@luveline)

new! Bless the Telephone (❤): James Potter is positively useless with muggle technology, doesn't matter how much Remus tries to teach him, James cannot seem to grasp it— even the telephone. It’s not so bad though— At least he met you. (@777heavengirl)

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justalittlebitbored · 2 years ago

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hey guys I’m looking for fic that I’ve lost and can’t find again.

It’s James Potter x reader.

The reader has come back from summer with a massive glow up and the boys in her year are all obsessed with her and won’t leave her alone. There’s this one slytherin boy that’s very adamant on it.

So the opening scene is she runs away and then kisses James Potter in a corner. The boys comes around the corner and is like sorry for interrupting you James, have your seen the reader anywhere. And James is like no.

Then word gets around that James has made out with someone and the marauders and his class are trying to figure out who.

Reader and James begin to fake date. Her to get all of the boys off her back and him to try and make Lily jealous.

They fall in love etc etc.

Only her and his friend group know that it’s fake.

Happy ending.

It’s a series and I’ve been searching and I can’t find it for the life of me and its such a good series.

Anyone know what I’m on about?

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soaringskystuff · 8 months ago

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this is just too good omg😭 the way he’s so soft and sweet i’m losing my mind

As promised: more roommate!james

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 │ part 4 │part 5 │ part 6 │ part 7 │ part 8 │ part 9 │ part 10 │ part 11 │ part 12

roommate!James x shy!reader ♡ 1.3k words

Thunder crashes. A branch from the tree outside smacks into your bedroom window, making you jump. You smile a little at your reaction, and a frisson goes up your spine, giddy.

You’re kind of in a euphoric state tonight.

The storm came in early, darkening the sky hours before its time and bringing torrents of rain down upon your home. Immediately, your windows had been opened, your candles lit, and you were curled up on your bed with a book in your hands.

Downstairs, you can hear the familiar buzz of the TV playing one of James’ sports games. The whole apartment smells like the cookies you made earlier, which you have a small plate of next to you and which your roommate had moaned as he’d bitten into upon you offering some to him. Sweetheart, keep spoiling me like this and you’ll never get me to leave.

Suffice to say, you’ve been having a fairly good evening.

Your book is just starting to pick up when the TV quiets. Everything quiets. There’s a thud, followed by a hissed curse.

You laugh a little. Pick up your phone.

Alright down there? You text James.

More thudding sounds. You think about picking your book back up, but decide to wait.

If I were bleeding out on the living room floor, do you think I’d be able to text you back?

A moment later: If you wanted to do a thorough job of seeing I was alright, you should have come and seen for yourself.

Then: And I heard you laughing.

You smile to yourself, a quiet chuckle escaping you. Sorry, can’t, you reply. Too cozy.

You hear his heavy footfalls coming up the stairs, and you have only a few moments to brace yourself before he’s swinging open your door.

Lately, your body has been doing this thing where he looks at you and it’s like the ground softens beneath you. Luckily, you’re already on a bed, so it’s not really possible this time.

James shuts off the flashlight on his phone, looking around your room with the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Woah. Are you having a seance in here?”

You roll your eyes, ignoring the way the candlelight plays prettily over his features. “You’re just jealous that I was prepared for the power to go out and you weren’t.”

“It looks like you were hoping for it.” James grins. He starts to cross the room, and you’re like a sunflower to your light as you tilt to face him.

He lays down next to you on your bed, on his stomach with his forearms propping him up. It’s a somewhat tight fit, but James doesn’t seem to mind the way his hip and shoulder are touching yours. His shampoo smell wraps around you like a hug.

You pick up your tea as an excuse not to look at him, blowing softly before taking a sip. James watches you consideringly.

“You really are thriving in here, aren’t you?” he teases softly. “Look at you, you’ve got your fuzzy socks on, your tea, your book. You’re in paradise.”

You smile sheepishly as you set your tea down on the floor. “Sorry you couldn’t finish your game.”

“Oh, it’s alright.” He nudges your shoulder with his. “I’d rather hang with you anyway.”

You feel your brows furrow, a confusing mass of emotions knotting in your chest. “Don’t say that,” you tell him softly.

You can feel James’ gaze warming the side of your face. His voice is just as quiet. “Why not?”

You look over, and his eyes don’t flit away like a sane person’s would. They’re steady and warm as the flames around you. Instantly the room feels too small, him a little too close.

James’ smile is almost tentative. “Look, I know you drew the short stick with this roommate agreement, but I plan to soak up as much roomie time as I can get. Sorry.”

“I did not,” you murmur.

“Didn’t what?”

“You drew the short stick.” Your face burns. You know James too well to think he’d be making fun of you, but it’s difficult to imagine an alternative. He can’t really think you don’t like having him as a roommate after all the ways he’s been a friend to you, the times he’s stepped in to help, when you’ve only been a burden and a drag. “Not me.”

His eyebrows twitch closer to each other, and his lips tilt bemusedly, as though they’re unsure of what else to do. The lenses of his glasses reflect the candlelight, brown eyes molten behind them.

“I’m inclined to disagree,” he says. The air between you feels thick and sweet. Your heart seems to know something you don’t, quickening its rhythm in your chest. Then, because it’s James, he flicks up a brow. “Truce?”

You laugh quietly, turning your face down towards your book. There are goosebumps going all down your arms. “Sure,” you say.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Glad that’s settled.”

You don’t respond this time. You’re not sure you can. The words on your page blur by, unnoticed and unimportant.

Lightning cracks outside. You gasp and turn to see it, and James’ lips meet you there.

You should have known he would be soft like this. You’ve kept yourself from thinking about it, but you could have guessed. The first gentle, warm press of his mouth is so lovely you get lost in it, but when it lasts for too long and he starts to draw back, you remember that you can move, too.

He takes in a tiny inhale when you part your lips for him, his hand finding your waist and his body curving over yours. Your arm falls out from under you, and James follows you down. He tastes sweet and familiar, like home.

You bring your hands up to his face, one resting tentatively on his cheek while the other toys with the idea of slipping its fingers into his hair. The sky rumbles outside. Your heart pitters.

“It’s okay,” James mumbles. His voice buzzes against your lips. “It’s okay, sweetheart, please.”

You grasp at the roots of his hair, palm settling more surely on his cheek, and James makes a sound low in his throat. He breaks the kiss to pull off his glasses. You take them from where he sets them on the bed, placing them more carefully on the floor where they’re not so likely to get crushed. His lips curve over yours. You think that if you were to detour to either side, you might find a dimple in his cheek.

“James,” you murmur.

“Oh, it’s James again now, is it?”

“What?”

“Nothing.” He kisses the corner of your mouth. “What is it?”

“Are you sure?”

It’s a nonsensical question, but in fairness you think all the blood that’s supposed to be in your brain has gone to your lips, and James seems to get what you mean anyway.

He chuckles quietly. “I am, yeah.” He makes a sound that’s almost like a sigh, hand climbing up your back until it’s trapped between your shoulders and your bed. “I don’t ever tell you how lovely you are, but I’ve…I’m sure. What about you?”

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I think so.”

“That’s okay.” James kisses your chin, the curve of your jaw.

“You’re lovely, too,” you tell him somewhat desperately. His lashes tickle your cheek. Your fingers are still burrowed in the hair at his nape. “I never tell you. I like when you’re here.”

You feel his smile bloom against your skin. “I like you too, sweetheart,” he says, voice light with teasing.

You frown, wishing he would take you seriously. “I do. I really like you.”

“I think I like you more.”

You scoff. He nips at your jaw, surprising a laugh out of you. “You can’t always win,” you say.

James makes a happy humming sound. “I guess we’ll have to see.”

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stareggie · 3 months ago

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remus: i could fix him-

regulus: and i could make him beg like a whore. what’s your point?

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777heavengirl · 1 month ago

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Bless the Telephone ; ##03

James Potter x f!muggle!reader

word count: 1,858

warnings: technically a kiss that is not... desired or consented to? but its quick

a/n: my exams tmr!! i’m shitting bricks lord- also final chapter of bags tmr as well 🤧

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You quietly decided to keep your phone on your night table, the cord was a little over-extended from the opposite wall and you were slightly afraid that if you tripped on it the phone would fall to the floor— but it was easier this way; you decided, when James called the next day.

“Hello?” you groaned into the phone, cutting off the loud ringing as fast as you could

“Were you sleeping?”

“Potter?”

“Who else would be calling your phone?”

“Other people also call me- what time is it?”

“Like eleven thirty, didn’t know you were an early sleeper doll”

“Eleven thirty isn't early idiot-” you groaned as you tried rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “Didn’t think I was going to hear from you anymore”

“Why is that? I obviously gotta call my best girl”

“You don’t even know me”

“Yes, I do— why did you think I wouldn’t call though? I told you I wanted to be friends you silly girl”

“You said you wanted to be friends— But you hung up yesterday,” you held the phone to your ear, the side of your face still pressed against your pillow. “Rather suddenly too”

“Ah, I’m sorry- you know I’m a little funky with phones-” You could almost hear the hesitation in his voice

“D’you mean hopeless?”

“Oh hush-”

“I don’t believe you by the way- but I’ll let it slide” You sighed, stretching your body a bit

A beat of silence stilled over the two of you.

“Thanks…” you hummed in response “What are you up to?” James said, a smile evident on his words

“I was sleeping Potter, do you know what that means?”

“I have a clue yeah- why are you sleeping so early though?”

“Eleven thirty at night is not early, but I’m meeting someone for breakfast tomorrow- I wanted to be well rested”

“Ohhh you’re meeting someone, is it a boyfriend?” you rolled your eyes

“I don’t think he’d describe us that way” He really wouldn’t, not even close

“Do you wish he would?” the anxiety at the pit of your stomach quickening your heartbeat.

“Goodnight James” you mumbled, eyes wide open now, you could feel the blood pumping as you lifted to rest on your elbows.

He didn’t hesitate, seemingly understanding “Goodnight love”

You hung up.

You guessed you shouldn’t be surprised. You had sat at the small coffee place for an hour and a half yet— not a trace of him.

You threaded your arms into your coat, grabbing your purse quickly. You felt as if you were running away from embarrassment itself as you crossed the street hurriedly. You caught the sight of the bright red of a pay phone from the corner of your eye, not far from where you stood.

You felt stupid, you decided, as you pulled out the little phone book that you kept in your bag. You had written James’s number in it that morning, you didn’t know why. Stupid stupid stupid.

You sorted through the contents of your purse looking for change to put into the damn box, marking the number soon after.

The phone rang. Rang. Rang.

Someone picked up

“Oi-“ didn’t sound like James

“Is James Potter there?”

“Ohhh is this who I think it is?” the voice snickered

“Who’s this?”

“Sirius- James’s more handsome friend,” Sirius said matter-o-factly, you rolled your eyes

“Is James there? You know what-” You looked around, suddenly too aware that he could be just around the corner.

You didn’t wanna see him.

“nevermind- I’ll call back later”

“Hello?” a familiar voice broke through

“James?” you bit your lip, relief flooding through you. you didn’t know why you felt this way

“Yeah, doll- what’s up? I thought you were supposed to be out with your not boyfriend”

“Yeah… I guess he had better things to do this morning” he made a noise of indignation, you felt so stupid “probably with another not girlfriend if we’re honest”

“oh love I’m sorry-“

“no no, it’s fine really… I really… need to get it through my skull that he’s not particularly interested… it’s not the first time- sorry I called”

“Why would you be sorry?”

“I just didn’t know what else to do”

“that’s what friends are for you know… and we are”

“Thanks, Potter”

“You really won’t let that go huh”

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’ “Sorry Potter” James laughed, his snickers pulled at the corners of your lips

“Are you spending the rest of the day at home then?”

“Probably— but I’ll call you in a bit yeah? I’d rather leave now, I didn’t think it through before I called” You covered your face with your hand as a group of people passed by. “Im still in the middle of the street”

“How are you calling then?” He sounded genuinely confused

“a pay phone?”

“o-oh… right, call me back when you get home then… or I’ll spam call you again”

“alright alright-“ you both laughed, light and airy. breathless “Thank you, James”

You hung up the call, still gripping the handle of the phone with white knuckles as you exhaled.

You needed to get out of there.

You could feel your heartbeat in your ears as you ran down to the tube’s station, you could feel the adrenaline of excitement in your veins as you passed the various stops towards your flat.

“Hey,” You said, catching your breath as you entered, your roommate mumbled a vague hello from her desk as she hunched over her architecture assignment.

“By the way the phone’s been ringing off it’s bloody base for a while now- I dont know what sort of call center you got going on in there,” she said, looking up from her sketchbook.

You laughed as you took your coat and scarf off.

The phone rang again

“I’m serious if you’re running some sort of telephone scam I want a cut-”

“I’ll let you know if it pans out” you said with a laugh, crossing the distance between the door and your room. You closed the door quickly behind you, launching yourself to grab the phone

“I thought I was going to call you Potter, my roommate thinks I’m running a telephone scam”

“Who’s Potter?” He said. It wasn’t James, obviously, his voice starkly different. A spark missing in it.

“Oh-”

“You sound like you were expecting someone else?”

“N-no it's no one- why are you calling?”

“Why aren’t you here? I just got here” he said, almost in indignation. you glanced at the clock

“It’s been two bloody hours, I went home—”

“Oh-”

“Yeah… oh”

“I’m sorry sweets, I had things to take care of… I’m sure you can understand that come on”

“And you just thought I’d wait?”

“I thought maybe you’d cut me some slack- you should come… I don’t know maybe I misread you”

You swallowed thickly.

“I don’t know… I just got back”

“How about I go over there then hm” he just wants to get in my pants… you could practically hear your own thoughts… your ears rang

“My roommate’s home-”

“And?”

You sighed, you felt so stupid.

“Come on- I'm sure she won’t mind”

“I can ask her…”

“Wicked, I’m on my way yeah?” He hung up before you could refute.

You groaned into your hands, you didn’t know what you wanted anymore. You wondered if you ever did.

You didn’t think you wanted him anymore… you thought of James briefly.

You popped your head out your door

“Would you mind it if someone came over…”

“As long as it’s not that poor excuse of a man then sure I don’t mind-” She said looking over her shoulder casually. “It’s the rat, isn't it? god you never learn”

“He stood me up today Char- I don't know what to do anymore…” you screamed into your hand, you tried swallowing the knot in your throat “He just called asking where I was- I waited for him for over an hour… he basically invited himself over”

“Is that who’s been blowing up your phone the past week?”

“No… that's…” you looked away, “no one,” you needed to call James back

“Why so cagey” she wiggled her eyebrows, “Is it another suitor? Do I know him? Have you guys gone out yet? Why is he calling you every day?”

“Jesus slow down Charlotte- god…” you sighed, leaning against the door frame “It’s just a friend”

She narrowed her eyes, staring at your face

“Good god- you like this friend”

“Charlotte no! I just met him,”

“And?”

“We haven’t even met… properly”

“But you’ve spent hours on the phone the past couple of days it's him right? you’re paying the difference in the phone bill by the way” she said, you rolled your eyes with a nod

“Maybe- but it doesn’t mean anything okay? It can’t, we are just… becoming friends”

As Charlotte smirked, ready to tease you further there was a knock at the door— she groaned

“I can’t believe you’re letting that disgusting pile of shit in here- Again”

You agreed with her. You did. You couldn’t believe the situation, not how you bent over so easily nor his audacity. You didn’t say anything, you couldn't bear to meet her eyes as you went to answer with a huff.

“Hey, sweets-” You barely opened the door before he pushed his way through. “Ah- Lottie how are you?”

“Detrimental now that you’re here, how about you go terrorize some bar instead of terrorizing my home and my roommate hm?” She bit

He just smirked

“We both know you’re the only one day drinking here- besides I don't hear y/n complaining.”

You knew Charlotte expected you to refute. You stared out the window, you could feel his hand wrap around yours and your roommate sigh.

You were slowly dragged to your room.

You could hear the TV turn on soon after your door closed. Charlotte turned the volume up to the max again. But you knew this time, there was no humor behind it.

Joshua was not a peculiar man. He was quite bland, a common brand of man you avoided your whole life, too cocky and full of himself, too sure that you along with everyone else wanted him, too much money and not enough responsibilities. He was despicable for all intents and purposes. Never committed, never made good on his word, and never answered the phone unless it served him. But somehow… you found yourself in his web, like a mouse trapped in a glue trap.

You thought of James again, briefly, fleeting, as Josh pressed his lips against yours. You wondered if James was waiting for your call if he even cared if you called back…

The phone rang. Loudly, annoyingly. A saving grace.

You rushed to answer it, James’s voice coming through the other end

“Did you forget to call back or what?” You sighed in relief, a smile instinctively spreading across your lips.

“Hey-” you sat on your bed, “something like that…” you turned to Josh, as he stared at you dumbly. This is going to be a while- you mouthed.

He left with a huff.

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moonpascaltoo · 8 months ago

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james potter

MASTERLIST • THE MARAUDERS • 07/23/24

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs

james potter two

𑣲 you don’t really like me, you just think you do I @perpetuallydaydreaming

𑣲 time warp I @astonishment

when the time-turner breaks, you find yourself at the start of 6th year once again. the only difference? it’s 1976. stuck in a time you shouldn’t even be alive in, you do your best to blend in, anxiously awaiting to see if dumbledore can help you get home. that all goes out the window when you catch the eye of a certain bespectacled boy. and the more time you spend with him, the harder it gets to walk away. but you have to…right?

𑣲 why didn’t we work out I @/astonishment

James Potter had two girlfriends in seventh year at Hogwarts. Y/N Y/L/N, who he dated for five months; and Lily Evan’s, who he dated afterwards. When he’s dared to call on of his exes, guess who’s number he dials…

𑣲 if i kiss you, i’m sorry I @/astonishment

a miscommunication at a party leads to james asking y/n to be his girlfriend and the two quickly find themselves going from strangers to lovers. the problem is, it’s all fake…until it isn’t.

𑣲 on the house @/astonishment

James has a crush on Y/N, a regular at the coffee shop he works at. When he suspects her boyfriend might be cheating on her, he feels the need to get involved.

𑣲 you’re losing me I @/astonishment

you and james potter have a friendship like no other, with the most unbreakable bond…or so everyone thought. when you get hanahaki, you start pulling away from james and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t see, to do anything right. with your friendship being put to the ultimate test, will you find your way back to each other? or will james lose you for good?

𑣲 behind them all I @in-between-thighs

it’s no secret that Hogwarts likes gossip and that it spreads quickly through the hallways but this time when James potter’s new secret girlfriend is the subject of said rumors everyone is scandalized, specially you.

𑣲 shy!reader I @moonstruckme

𑣲 blackcat!reader I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 love letter I @ddejavvu

Your daughter has been the mailman’s little helper for weeks, unbeknownst to you. You decide to take up the chance to get to know him better, after all, it would be a shame if your daughter knew the handsome man who wrote you love letters better than you did.

𑣲 bsf!james no boundaries I @/ddejavvu

𑣲 bsf!james I @/ddejavvu

𑣲 obsessed oblivious bsf!james I @/ddejavvu

𑣲 eyes on you I @lustsickforyou

james potter— if anything, was a flirt until the very end. so when he sees a very pretty girl in the library he couldn’t help himself but to go speak with her.

𑣲 what was i made for? I @once-upon-an-imagine

𑣲 no denial I @slythxn

Is it too late for Lily to finally tell James how she feels? Why deny the feelings one is obviously feeling?

𑣲 playing pretend I @dilf-lover99

When Reader's best friend James requests her assistance capturing the attention of Lily Evans, the two decide to make some changes to their relationship. Sort of.

𑣲 is it chill that you’re in my head? I @boneblushed

your best friend James isn’t sure why he’s so angry about the fact that you’re going on a date with someone else.

𑣲 readers first time I @moonlightspencie

𑣲 i can see you I @pretty-little-mind33

James panics when he sees what his boggart is.

𑣲 gorgeous I @/pretty-little-mind33

You and James stumble upon an ancient book of spells rumored to enhance pleasure.

𑣲 thank you, mclaggen I @ellecdc

𑣲 pregnant!reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 i’ve got plans sorry part 2 I @livinginshambles

James is whipped. He adores his girlfriend so much, to the point that it starts to bother his friends. His reaction to a confrontation about it with his friends is to completely pull away from you, always finding new excuses to avoid you, leaving you to try and approach him. When you overhear him trying to be cool under peer pressure and say that you're too clingy, you also start pulling away, using the same excuses.

𑣲 i’d thought you’d be different part 2 part 3 I @/livinginshambles

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.

𑣲 how much are we worth? I @/livinginshambles

Sirius bets that James can't get a girl to go out with him. James pursues you and falls for you. You are hurt when you find out that you were just a bet, even more when you realise how little they bet on you.

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It’s no secret that James Potter is absolutely obsessed with his girlfriend and he couldn’t be more in love.

𑣲 i guess i thought it would be harder for you to let me go I @morwap

𑣲 saudade I @embrassemoi

James Potter realized he spent years chasing after the wrong girl. But is it too late to finally tell you how he feels?

𑣲 flipped I @wicchyy

you’ve been obsessed with James since you met him, but he doesn’t feel nearly the same. then, he’s flipped.

𑣲 caramel pie I @ballroamblitz

james smells caramel pie on the amortentia potion

𑣲 warm I @astralee

james deems you marriage worthy because you play with his hair (and he likes you)

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𑣲 big, strong james potter I @rainydayathogwarts

James Potter is just a big softie with a praise kink and a girlfriend who feeds it, especially during sex.

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what could be more forbidden than loving your brother's best friend?

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A Diviner's Guide to James Potter

Chapter Sixteen: The Chaste Moon

James Potter x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Seventeen ☆ Series Masterlist

Description: The full moon comes just before Easter, fostering a time of rebirth and renewal…among other things.

Word Count: 6.1k

“This is fantastic!”

Marlene had never seemed so happy in all her life, looking up at the ceiling as if to thank the heavens for the good news.

“It’s not like we’re—” you began, though it was no use.

Marlene grabbed your shoulders, shaking you silly. “What’d he say? Did he have to get down on the ground and kiss your feet? Godric, did he cry? I bet he cried.”

You cringed, glancing back at your dormitory door. “Please keep your voice down. I don’t want Lily to hear—”

“You don’t want her to hear what?” Dorcas asked with a devilish grin, slipping into the room.

You groaned, rubbing a hand down your cheek as Marlene took her hands from your shoulders, going over to Dorcas.

“They made up,” Marlene explained, still grinning.

“Of course they did,” Dorcas said with a wave of her hand. “Nothing could keep Y/N and loverboy apart.”

You felt your cheeks blazing, too frazzled to come up with a decent comeback.

Dorcas threw her bag down onto her bed, laughing at the way your face contorted in embarrassment. “When's the wedding?”

“Oh! I have an idea!” Marlene began, still mad with excitement. You were happy she ignored Dorcas’s comment, lest you have both of them on your tail. “Let's all eat in the kitchens tonight, I’m sure we can convince Isby. Besides, she loves James.” She bolted towards the door, glancing back at you and Dorcas. “I’m gonna go find the guys.”

Before you could protest, she was running down the staircase. You poked your head out after her, though by the time you did, she had already rounded the corner, disappearing out of sight. When you turned back to Dorcas, she was howling with laughter, flopping down onto her bed.

You sneered, crossing your arms in a vain attempt to look tough in the face of her teasing.

“C’mon,” Dorcas sighed, her smirk not having left, “I think it’s sweet, you and James.”

“Well I’m sure Lily wouldn’t appreciate you making up some tall tale about me and her ex boyfriend,” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“Fine, I won’t mention it,” she said, before adding under her breath, “so you won’t have a heart attack.”

A few minutes later, Marlene came barging through the door again, Lily in tow.

“Remus is gonna tell the others for me,” Marlene said happily.

Lily chuckled at her eagerness, offering with a kind smile. “I’m glad to hear you and James made up.”

“Yeah,” you said, your heart beginning to hurt at the sight of her sweet expression, “me too.”

At six o’clock sharp you went down to the common room, finding the other party of four already lounging in the armchairs tucked away in the corner. James looked up with a grin not unlike Marlene’s, though you only offered him a small smile back, your nerves were starting to get the best of you. You remember the look you had briefly caught him giving you in the courtyard, or so you suspected, like he was looking at the greatest thing he’s ever seen.

Unlike James, Sirius was sulking with his shoulders slumped, appearing utterly forlorn.

“What’s wrong?” Dorcas asked him. “Minnie make you polish the mouse cages?”

Sirius glanced up at her, his mouth twitching towards a grimace. James, Remus, and Peter popped up from their chairs, though Sirius made no move to leave, continuing to pout. James leaned over him, pulling him up by his arm. Sirius begrudgingly obliged, huffing like a child.

“Is everything all right?” Lily asked, this time with real concern, unlike Dorcas who still appeared amused by his mood.

“Broke up with Seraphina,” James whispered.

Sirius slapped his arm, glaring at him as you all began to walk towards the portrait hole. You tried your best to keep your eyes from James, focusing on anything but.

“That doesn’t seem cause for sulking,” Marlene said, stepping through. “This is what, a monthly occurrence?”

“What do you think I am, some animal?” Sirius scoffed.

“Yeah,” Dorcas laughed, “a pig.”

“You should see his quarter of the room,” Remus muttered, causing Lily to snort, a hand coming to cover her laughter.

“Or a dog,” you said, now with your own smile.

Sirius shook his head at your cheap shot.

“Really, though,” Dorcas began, “I didn’t think you even liked her that much.”

“I didn’t,” Sirius grumbled, for once losing his ordinary swagger.

Marlene side-eyed him curiously, raising her brows. “Who broke up with who?”

Sirius didn’t answer, letting his hair fall into his face as he stomped down the grand staircase.

“No,” Marlene gasped.

Your group passed a gaggle of students, prompting Sirius to shoot daggers at Marlene. She closed her mouth, heeding his warning until you all went down to the basement, safe from prying eyes.

“Are you kidding?” Marlene asked, a hint of mischief making its way into her voice.

“I didn’t say anything,” said Sirius, straightening his posture.

“This must be a first,” Dorcas said. “Have you ever been dumped before?”

Sirius elbowed Peter when he started to snicker, though he was saved from any further retaliation as you all came upon the painting, James tickling the pear. A house elf was not standing guard when it swung open, a first since you began taking your meals there. James stepped away as you peeked inside. There were dozens of house elves running around, setting plates upon the tables that would soon be sent up to the Great Hall, though Isby was nowhere in sight. You glanced back at the others with a shrug, stepping inside.

Just as the painting closed behind you, Isby came skirting around the corner, shouting something illegible in her high pitched voice. She stopped in front of you, her hands on her hips.

“Too many, too many!” she cried. “Isby will only allow Miss McKinnon and Miss Evans to stay. I asks all others to leave at once!”

“What about Remus and I?” James asked, flashing her his most charming smile, saved for only the most dire circumstances. “Head Boy and a Prefect?”

Isby seemed to be thinking it over as Sirius crossed his arms, shaking his head at James.

“You know them, too. I promise they’re all right,” you said, motioning to Dorcas, Peter, and Sirius.

After a moment Isby moved out of the way, allowing you all to come inside. “Miss L/N is the most stubborn student at Hogwarts.”

“Thank you, Isby,” you said, smiling down at her.

The others gave their own thanks, save for Sirius, who was still upset at her total dismissal, despite knowing him for seven years.

You all made up your plates, sitting down at one of the long tables once all the food had been sent away. Lily took her usual place beside you, James on the other, much to your chagrin. The heat of him next to you felt foreign, like an invitation you could never say yes to. You wondered if things would go back to the way they were, exactly the same? You weren’t sure, only wishing that no one would make mention of what had happened, the subject never to be breached again.

“It’ll be okay,” Lily said, watching Sirius poke at his food as if it were mush. “I bet Seraphina will come running back in a few days. A week, at the most.”

“That's what I said,” James said, motioning across the table towards him.

Sirius dropped his fork, letting it clank against his plate. “Enough with the fucking pep talk. I’m fine.”

“He’s fine,” Marlene chuckled under her breath. Peter snickered again, prompting Sirius to send him a sharp look, though it did little in ways of quelling it. Peter continued to smile, meeting your eyes with rounded, rosy cheeks.

“I think this might actually be good for you,” Lily began, though Sirius only turned to her with a flat expression, clearly unwilling to hear her out. “One likes to be crossed in love a little now and then.”

You looked down at your plate, a fit of giggles overtaking you. Everyone was glancing between Lily and you as if you were each involved in some form of shared hysteria, though James seemed bothered most by not being in on whatever was going on.

His eyes searched the side of your face, turning to Lily with the same perplexity. “What?”

“You have to read more muggle novels,” Lily said, pleased by her own roguery.

“I read muggle books,” he argued. “I just read, ugh— Remus, what was that book you gave me?”

“On the Road?”

He looked to Lily triumphantly, his hands waving around as he spoke. “On the Road!”

She raised her brows, forgetting her dinner in favor of testing him. “What happened in it?”

James thought for a moment, his tongue pushed into his cheek. “Some guy from the states gets divorced and drives around a bunch. Goes to Mexico, does some drugs— what more do you want from me?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t read it,” Lily said, laughing at James’s sigh of discontent.

He looked to Remus again, who did not appear too keen on his involvement. “Back me up!”

“That's the basics,” Remus began, “but you could've just gotten that from the sleeve.”

“How soon we move on from my heartache,” Sirius said, interrupting James just as he went to counter Remus’s betrayal.

“I thought you were fine,” Dorcas taunted, leaning across the table towards him.

“I am,” Sirius said, “but I find it cruel you all thought I was in the depths of despair and went on discussing literature.”

“That's just because you’re not well read,” you laughed.

To the annoyance of your entire party, Sirius went on to name every book he read in the past year, the majority of which were either textbooks or magic-centered. The only works of muggle literature were in the form of motorbike handbooks and music magazines, and other unsavory works. Just as he went to name them, Lily stopped him, promising that you took back what you had said. By the time the whole debacle had been settled, you all had finished your dinners, your plates levitated away by a house elf.

On your walk back to the common room, James bumped your shoulder, leaning in towards you. He looked as though he had something up his sleeve, and you feared for your own sanity and your future self, soon to be bombarded with a truly tortuous array of words. You stared at him, waiting for him to speak.

“Will you let me teach you how to duel now?”

You rolled your eyes, though after a moment the idea didn’t seem as ridiculous. You had tried the dueling club to no avail, and going directly to Taurisus was not preferable. However, the idea of being alone with James for what could only be described as a training session (the thought itself made you want to grow small), was as horrifying as it was a month ago, and that was when things were simple.

“C’mon,” he begged, “it’s a good idea and you know it.”

“Fine,” you sighed, flying up the steps of the grand staircase.

His eyes brightened, leaning away with a grin. “Lovely.”

“What’s lovely?” Marlene asked, glancing behind her at the two of you.

“I’m going to teach her how to duel,” James said, still looking proud that he had convinced you.

“That's excellent,” Lily said with a smile.

Sirius chuckled, “Merlin knows you need it.”

You stepped onto the seventh floor platform, scoffing at the smirk on Sirius’s face. “I did just fine with Mulciber.”

“Call it luck,” he said, passing ahead of you down the corridor. His walk had returned to its usual saunter, long legs striding without any of his former melancholy. You started to think the only real way to cheer him up was for you to be in misery.

“I’m sure you were stellar,” James began, “but some practice never hurt.”

“You sound like Lily,” Marlene said, though you barely heard her. You saw an out, right there in front of you like a shining beacon of hope.

“Speaking of, are you sure you’ll have enough time between schoolwork and quidditch?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“Of course I do,” he answered.

“I wouldn’t want your performance to slip,” you continued, “especially when it looks like Gryffindor has a good shot at the cup this year.”

James let a short breath out of his nose, shaking his head. “We’ve got it in the bag, right Padfoot?”

“Fuck yeah, we do,” Sirius said, turning to you. “We’ve got a whole new game plan for the Easter holiday.”

“I’m so sorry I’ll be missing it,” Dorcas drawled. “Two weeks of drills and scrimmages.”

“Don’t remind me,” James said, coming up to the portrait. “When you’re the worst one on the team, you’ll be sorry”

Dorcas scoffed, “Impossible.”

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On Saturday morning, James hounded you as soon as you stepped foot in the common room, forcing you to come with him to the RoR for your first dueling lesson. You had just eaten breakfast, looking forward to a lazy day of schoolwork and tea, although James would take none of your complaints.

“We have two weeks of no classes, and you want to practice at the crack of dawn?”

“It’s nine, not the crack of dawn,” James said, pulling you out into the corridor, “and don’t you want to get a head start?”

Unlike usual, the RoR was without its piles of old, forgotten knick knacks and furniture, transformed into a wide open space perfect for your purposes. You were still yawning as James stood in front of you, staring at you with a far more serious expression than you would have liked.

“How good are you with Stupefy?”

You crossed your arms, slightly offended by the question. “That's a fourth year spell.”

“Sorry,” he said, pursing his lips in thought. “What about the blasting curse?”

“Well,” you began, trailing off.

“We’ll start with that, then,” he said, turning around to stand near the other side of the room. “I know you learned it, so just show me where you’re at and we can go from there.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath as you prepared to perform the spell. “Confringo!”

A short burst of fire erupted from your wand, though it wasn’t nearly to the degree of what you had been aiming for. James’s shield charm easily blocked your measly flames, dropping his hand once they fizzled out.

“That wasn’t bad,” he said.

You sighed, your shoulder drooping. “You don’t have to lie to me. That was awful.”

“Maybe it’s me,” he said, taking a few steps to the side. “Try it without focusing on a target. Maybe you just don’t want to hurt your best friend.”

You rolled your eyes, taking your position once more. This time, you zeroed in on a spot on the wall, imagining the face of someone ghastly, an unfriendly set of eyes pointed towards you. “Confringo!”

You were more successful this time around, though it was still weaker than it should’ve been.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” you huffed. “I know what it’s supposed to feel like, but it just never does.”

James came over to you, his expression still sympathetic. “Okay, what do you think it’s supposed to feel like?”

“I don’t know,” you began, “powerful? Like energy coming from my wand.”

“It’s not coming from your wand, it’s coming from you,” James said, his gaze darting around as he pondered his next words. “If the blast isn’t strong enough, it’s not because your wand doesn’t have the power. Your wand is just there to direct it.”

“Great,” you chuckled bitterly. “So I’m not powerful enough.”

James shook his head immediately, his eyes wide. “No, it’s not that at all. I don’t know how to put it—” he stopped, scratching the side of his head. “You have to have confidence, even if it’s fake. You can’t be scared of your wand, just have to tell it what to do, even if you aren’t sure you got the stuff to do it. It doesn’t know the difference. Does that make sense?”

You tried to picture it in your head, the feeling he was attempting to convey. You remained unsure, nodding anyway.

“All right, let's try it,” you said, realigning your stance.

Again, you zeroed in on the blank wall, trying to forget James standing beside you. You imagined that you had performed the spell perfectly a thousand times before, convincing your wand that it would do what you said, exactly as you told it.

“Confringo!”

Like before, the blast was present, though still not strong enough. Just as you were about to pout, James urged you to try it again.

“Remember what I said, don’t be scared. Tell your wand what to do and it’ll do it.”

You glanced down at your wand as if to force it to obey you through a harsh look, wondering if such a thing was even possible. When you turned back to James, he nodded, looking at you as if he was totally, completely sure you would get it this time.

“Confringo!”

The heat from the fire warmed your face as the flames soared, dancing through the air. They whipped around one of the pillars, the light of it so bright you needed to squint just to keep your eyes in front of you. You couldn’t explain the feeling even if you tried, though it was not entirely unlike casting other spells. However, there was something more behind it this time, the magic flowing from your veins, through your hand and into your wand where it seemed to double, triple in magnitude. The blast kept raging on, not subsiding until you lowered your wand, the embers floating up into the air before they flickered out.

James watched as the orange glow dissipated, his smile slowly growing before it turned into a large, proud grin. “That was brilliant!”

“That felt great,” you said, a laugh of disbelief bubbling from your chest.

James’s eyes were bright with joy as he ran to the other side of the room, raising his wand. “Try it again.”

You performed the curse a dozen times, each as well as the last. James blocked every one of them with the same overzealous grin, making comments here and there about your form. You each lost track of time, spending hours in the RoR, ultimately forgetting your original purpose as you threw low level jinx’s at each other. The clock tower was just striking eleven as you zigzagged around the room, repeatedly blocking James as he tried to perform the tickling charm.

“Don’t!” you cried, out of breath as you spun around to block another. “You’re such a git!”

“This is good practice,” he laughed, stopping to stare at you from across the room.

You narrowed your eyes, your wand at the ready. “I’ll retaliate!”

“I’d like to see you try,” he paused, smiling devilishly. “Relashio!”

You suddenly dropped your wand, letting out a noise of surprise as you bent down to pick it up. You were too late, the words leaving him before you could react.

“Rictusempra!”

You began to laugh wildly, forgetting your wand as you clutched your stomach, phantom fingers tickling your sides. You tried to yell at James, though your sentence came between fits of giggles, uncontrollably pouring from you, “Stop—it—right—now—you—toss—er!”

You fell to the floor, your head thrown back as the tickling did not let up. James mercifully flicked his wand, the charm ceasing. You caught your breath, glaring at him as you sat up. He was still grinning like a fool, his arms crossed as he looked down at you.

“I hate you,” you groaned, standing again. “That was completely unfair.”

“How so?”

“Cat and mouse games are not duels,” you said, straightening out your jumper.

“It’s a cousin,” James said. “And I won.”

You rolled your eyes, though it only made him snicker. “I meant it when I said you were a tosser.”

“You’re full of it,” James said, slipping his wand back into his pocket. “You shouldn’t go around saying shite like that, you might lose your spot as my favorite.”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, though you told yourself it could've been the remnants of the charm.

“Whatever,” you said, a smile forcing itself onto your lips. The feeling in your chest lingered, the air suddenly hot and suffocating. You put away your wand, heading towards the door. “I’ve got homework, and so do you.”

“Fine, but we're back here tomorrow afternoon,” he said, giving you a pointed look. “I have practice in the morning, but after lunch I’m all yours.”

If only.

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The second of your dueling practices went slightly better, given that it didn’t devolve into James attempting to jinx you. You went over a few spells you already were comfortable performing, doing mock-duels to get you more comfortable with it. James was encouraging the whole time, whooping and hollering whenever you were able to block something difficult, or when you were able to trip him up a bit. He was still miles better than you, though he did have years of practice under his belt during what he so affectionately dubbed his “wilder days,” which he reminded you of constantly.

“The only reason I’m halfway decent at dueling is because I was a little punk. Don’t feel bad because you were actually a good student.”

He practiced with you a few more times over the first week of the Easter holiday, during which you were able to avoid what had happened the first time, keeping things largely professional. He was also putting the Gryffindor quidditch team through more practices than any other house, trying to use up all the free time slots on the pitch that Monsieur Button would give him. The fact that Dorcas had gone home for the holiday did little to tamper his mood, convincing himself that there was no doubt Gryffindor would win the cup.

By the end of the week, things were entirely back to normal, at least the normal you had grown accustomed to. Being alone with him felt less and less nerve wracking as the days went on, your anxiety subsiding into its usual hyper vigilance, though nothing more. Still, your mind could not let go of the cards, one in particular.

The common room had been decorated with pastel streamers by the house elves, hung around the room above the portraits. The entire space was filled with laughter on the Friday before Easter, the radio playing in the corner as drinks flowed aplenty. James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus were nowhere to be found, though you knew full well where they were. Remus was being escorted by Madam Pomfrey to the shack on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, the others waiting for her to leave before they went down the same tunnel to stay with him throughout the night.

Lily had found out about Remus’s condition when she and James began to date. Eventually, you, Marlene and Dorcas were made privy as the months went on, much to the dismay of Remus, who had hoped to keep his secret from as many people as possible. He was only met with kindness and the promise that none of you would ever mention it, though that did little to stop you all from worrying.

Since you were made aware, full moons were a haunting affair, causing a permanent knot to form in your stomach until the following morning. You were trying your best to ignore it as you played a game of wizard’s chess with Lily in your room, though between your poor skill and your distracted mind, she was beating you by a mile.

“Your move,” she said, still looking down at the board. Barely any of your pieces remained, though you were still holding onto your king and queen.

You made your move, though you knew your efforts were futile. When Lily took her next turn, she destroyed your knight.

“Check.”

“I give up,” you said, knocking over your own king, which popped right back up on its own. “You’re bound to beat me sooner or later.”

“How unsportsmanlike,” Marlene said, her leg bouncing where it hung over the side of her bed.

You didn’t respond, waiting as Lily checked her watch.

'What's the time?” you asked.

“Just after midnight,” Lily sighed, “still a ways to go.”

“I can’t take it anymore,” you said, standing from your chair. “I’m going to bed.”

You got ready in silence, cocooning yourself in your four-poster, a charm cast to block out their voices. You tried not to picture the scene as you fell asleep: a stag, a dog, and a rat, scurrying around a raging wolf, howling at the moon.

“Y/N,” Lily whispered, shaking your shoulder.

Your eyes flew open, the light in your dormitory dim. Outside, the sky was red along the horizon, fading into pink clouds. You sat up, throwing off your covers and swinging your legs out. “What time is it?”

“Six,” she answered, stepping away so you could pull on a jumper and a pair of shoes. You also grabbed your wristwatch, which she had been miraculously able to repair.

You both went down to the common room, waiting for James, Sirius, and Peter to return. Lily had begun to wait for them to get back when she and James started dating, taking you along for moral support once you were aware of his secret. After they broke up, neither of you thought to stop doing it.

Lily’s knee was bouncing as she stared into the fireplace, now just burning through embers. Your cheek was resting in your hand, forcing your eyes to remain open against their will to close.

Twenty minutes later, the three boys came through the portrait hole, haggard from the long night. All and all they seemed okay, though the bottom of their trousers were caked in mud, their shoes scuffed. Without a word, Sirius threw himself down into an armchair, the cloak over his arm.

“How’d it go?” you asked softly.

“Pretty good,” James said, his voice dull. He ran a hand through his hair, which was sticking up in odd places

“Is he doing alright?” Lily asked.

“Yeah,” Peter said. “Not too bad this time.”

James threw a long into the fire, standing in front of it with his back to you. You studied his shoulders, which somehow seemed to be dragging him down, a weight too heavy for him to bear. You wanted to walk over and wrap your arms around him like you had last week, too hold him and tell him it would be okay, just like every other time.

“That’s good,” you said, though it came out weak and unconvincing. Nothing was ever good the day after a full moon, though you tried to make the best of it.

“You guys can go back to bed,” James said, glancing over his shoulder. His eyes met yours, drained of their usual light.

Lily nodded, looking to you with pressed lips. James never liked it when you lingered, though you always wished he’d let you, just once.

“Go get some breakfast,” she said, each of you heading back towards the staircase. “I’m sure Isby will let you in, but if not, use the cloak.”

“Okay, mum,” Sirius mumbled, a half hearted effort at brightening the mood.

You shook your head, taking another look at James’s back before you went up to the dormitories, a deep, aching longing pulling in your chest.

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You spent most of Saturday doing schoolwork, the guys holed up in the hospital wing for hours at a time before Pomfrey would kick them out, only to have them return forty-five minutes later. Remus always hated it when you made a fuss over him, so Lily only sent him down some notes for Ancient Runes. She knew he didn’t need them, but it was the only way to tell him that she was thinking of him without making him feel even more guilty than he already did. You could offer nothing, only your hope that he would feel better for tomorrow.

At some point that evening, Remus was able to hobble his way up to his dormitory, which he much preferred to the old beds in the hospital wing. When you came back up from the kitchens with Lily, you caught Sirius bringing a plate up for him, piled with more food than he could ever eat. They all stayed with him that night, likely trying to distract him the best they could. By now, they were as good at it as they ever would be.

You all sat in the common room after breakfast on Easter morning, save for Remus, who was in the midst of a much needed nap.

A handful of students on the other side of the room gathered around as Maxwell Thomas began to levitate a first year in a wooden chair. You glanced back to watch as the first year held tightly to his seat, staring down at the floor with a grin as he was lifted a few feet, growing higher and higher as the others below laughed. Soon, he was nearing the ceiling, his head bonking it before Maxwell lowered him again.

“Man,” Sirius whined, looking up from his magazine, “Springsteen’s putting out an album in June.”

“How will you ever survive for a month?” Marlene teased, laughing more when Sirius’s brows pinched in a deep, rather dramatic display of sadness. Peter chuckled as well, sinking further into his chair.

“Don’t start, McKinnon,” Sirius said, pointing the magazine towards her, “Springsteen is—”

James slapped him on the shoulder, his eyes narrowed towards the stairs to the boy’s dormitory. Sirius turned to look, his expression darkening. You craned your head back, your heart dropping into the pit of your stomach when you saw Zephyr hopping down the steps, making his way through the common room towards the portrait hole. His eyes darted across the room, soon finding your group before they shot away again.

“What’s he doing here?” Marlene whispered, her voice rushed.

James flew up from the sofa, followed quickly by Sirius, letting his magazine drop to the floor. Broken from your frozen state of shock, you pulled at Sirius’s arm, though he tugged it back, blazing with anger.

“James,” Lily warned, sitting on the edge of the cushion.

You watched in horror as they neared Zephyr, tensed and prepared for a fight. You whispered James’s name in an attempt to draw him back, though he did not acknowledge you. You tried the same with Sirius, though it had the same nonexistent effect.

“Oi!” James called, walking faster towards Zephyr, who was just about to open the portrait. “Where’re you going?”

Zephyr turned, his mouth tight as he stared back at James.

“Nothing to say?” Sirius asked, his voice seething. He pulled out his wand, pointing it towards him.

Zephyr’s lip curled as he glanced behind them towards you.

“Don’t look at her,” James gritted as he whipped out his wand, his knuckles growing white as he held it.

Zephyr stiffened, looking down at James’s wand with a careful consideration. He took a breath, tightening his jaw. “I’m not looking for a fight,” he mumbled.

“Well, you’ve found one,” James said. He raised his arm like a bolt of lightning, so fast you barely had enough time to jump off the sofa and shout his name.

It was too late. Zephyr flew back, falling to the floor with a groan. He went to reach for his own wand, though James stood over him, peering down at his startled face.

“What are you doing back here, you fucking traitor?” Sirius spat, coming to stand beside James.

Zephyr’s expression shifted into something disgusted, as if the stench of them was putrid. He began to prop himself up, not taking his gaze from Sirius. “You’re one to talk.”

Every student in the common room looked on in complete confusion, murmuring to themselves as they watched the scene unfold. Peter was standing, though he made no move to go over, his hand buried in his pocket.

Zephyr’s eyes landed on you from his spot on the ground, looking at you with the same expression of contempt.

“What did I say?” James barked, flicking his wand again.

Zephyr’s face erupted in ghastly, red boils, rapidly growing in number so quickly that soon you were unable to recognize his features. His hands came up to his cheeks in horror, attempting to cover the blemishes as they began to ooze. Again, he went to reach for his wand, though James’s foot came to his shoulder, knocking him down before he turned around to look at you, still frozen in place.

“Bloody hell,” Marlene murmured, though you hardly heard it.

With another glance at Zephyr, James took his foot from his shoulder, marching back towards you, Sirius following behind. Immediately, Zephyr took out his wand, performing the counter spell.

Without a word, James grabbed your arm, pulling you up from the sofa. “C’mon,” he said, rushing you over to the portrait hole.

Zephyr was standing, his wand in his hand as you passed him, the others following. James pushed you behind him, his cheeks blushed with rage.

“Don't touch her, or I’ll give you worse than boils,” he began, pushing open the portrait. “Same goes for your mates.”

He let go of your arm, lacing your hands together as he took you out into the corridor, Peter slamming the portrait shut.

“Gentle!” the Fat Lady said, though no one paid attention.

Hand in hand, James tugged you down the corridor, to where you did not know. You were too stunned to speak, hearing Marlene’s frazzled voice as if you were underwater.

“Where are we going?” Lily asked as James led you down a set of stairs.

“McGonagall,” he answered, short and clipped.

You hadn’t the mind to protest, and even if you did, you weren’t sure you would.

“This isn’t the way to her office,” Peter said sheepishly.

“She won’t be there now,” James said. “I’m going to her quarters.”

Presumably, McGonagall’s quarters were located on the third floor of Gryffindor Tower, down a narrow, dead-end corridor. There was nothing to indicate this was where the door led, though it did not stop James from pounding on it, making you wince where you stood behind Marlene. He stepped back, waiting for her to answer.

The door swung open after a moment, revealing none other than McGonagall on the other side. Her eyes were narrowed as they darted across your faces, clearly peeved and rather surprised at your intrusion.

“There better be a dragon loose in the castle,” she said, her voice shrill.

“Zephyr’s in the Common Room,” James said, doing nothing to conceal his anger.

McGonagall let out a small humph, her posture straightening. “He’s been taken care of,” she began. “It’ll do you all well to leave it be.”

“That's bull,” Sirius scoffed.

“Leave it be,” James repeated, appalled by the suggestion. “Does this mean that Mulciber and Wilkes and—”

“I’ll remind, Mister Potter, that as Head Boy you are held to a higher standard than the rest of the student body, and that your increased responsibilities may be taken away at any given time.”

James’s jaw tightened, though he did not argue.

“It is unlikely any one of them will formulate a similar plan while in this castle,” McGonagall continued, moving to shut the door. “I will take no further inquiries—”

James quickly stepped forward, putting his hand on the door to stop it from closing. “I want to speak with Dumbledore.”

McGonagall’s eyes widened briefly, her face growing stony. “Do not push your luck any more than you already have.”

“I want to speak with him, too,” Marlene said.

“As would I,” Lily added, taking a sharp breath as if shocked by her own outburst.

Sirius raised his chin. “Same here.”

“You will do no such thing,” McGonagall said, resolute in her decision. “Now, my advice to you all would be to leave your classmates well enough alone. If I find that any of you have engaged in activities against school policy, the consequence will be as dire as it is swift.”

“Like the consequence you gave Zephyr?” Sirius said, staring at McGonagall with little fear.

She did not respond, closing the door with a single, solitary glance in your direction, partially obscured beneath her hat.

Chapter Seventeen

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