#now how can i be productive when all i can think of how james potter would hold me in bed as i stretch and go back to sleep

[daenysx]

born to snuggle in bed with james potter, forced to stay awake at library alone

[neverthatsirius-jo]

1982, JAPAN'S QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP.

summary — in which james' biggest safety hazard on the quidditch field is not the bludgers but being in love with you.

content — james potter x fem!reader, fluff

word count — ~800

a/n — me posting five days after i said i would never write again and privated all my works: 🤡. thank you @foodiegoogie for reading this before i post <3 (go read her fics, i recommend). no pun in the title this time folks. terrible.

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“You’re so stupid.”

You drag the piece of cotton lathered in rubbing alcohol across the considerable gash that covered the length of his left cheek almost entirely. He winces and you have to bite your lip to try and not laugh.

“I think you mean romantic.” He grabs your hips, getting you closer to where he is, sitting on the counter of the hotel room’s bathroom you were in. It was the fifth hotel room you had been in the past month, while you were following him around Japan, where the Quidditch world cup was being hosted that year.

“No, I mean stupid.”

He sticks out his tongue in response.

The grand final, Japan vs. England—the team James had worked his arse off to get into for years—and he’d managed to get injured in the last couple of minutes of the game, rendering him useless for the rest of it and part of the celebrations. He’d had no time to sulk about it; they’d won anyways, and his performance across the several other matches had been nothing short of phenomenal. The media unanimously agreed on that end. The whole of England too, save for a few pretentious gits that desperately needed to set themselves apart from the rest.

“People are allowed to have an opinion, love,” he’d said when you’d finished your rant against them, red in the face.

“Well, not that one.”

The incident plays in your mind again, and now that you’re not worried about his safety you can laugh about it. You don’t, though, instead biting your lip to prevent it. Excited and proud of your boyfriend for scoring—for the who-knows-th time, you’d honestly lost count—, you had yelled his name and waved your arms to get his attention. And gotten his attention you had; he let go of his broom to form a heart with his hands, letting you know he had dedicated the play to you.

You tried warning him about the goalpost he was dangerously approaching but it had been too late and the crowds cheering drowned out your voice. Not that you were close enough for him to hear anyway. He crashed, hitting the side of his head, and fell off his broom. Merlin knows it could have been much worse if one of his teammates hadn’t grabbed him before he hit the ground.

You’d run to take care of a very disoriented James, who kept trying to joke with the mediwizards—keyword being trying; you are still pretty sure nothing that came out of his mouth made sense—, in one of the medical tents they had for such cases.

‘The culprits that make you end up here are usually bludgers, not pretty girls’ James told you, laying on a makeshift bed, slurring his words but seemingly in a moment of lucidity. You grabbed his hand that was poking around your face and caressed it with your thumb.

That was precisely why you now found yourself at five a.m. cleaning his wounds and changing the plasters on his face after the bar celebrations.

You felt guilty, no matter how much he assured you there was no reason for you to feel that way. You were glad he didn’t seem to care one bit that he had been totally out of it—product of whatever potion they gave him to keep him going for the time being and dispatch him quickly—the moment England raised the cup, celebrating their victory.

“You didn’t like my heart?” He pouts exaggeratedly, lowering his face to find your gaze, now completely focused on the placement of the plaster.

“I’m more fond of your head staying in one piece.” You get his face back to its previous position, acting annoyed. “And in place, please and thank you.”

Once finished with the plaster, you grab his head with both hands and plant a kiss on top of it.

“It’ll heal faster,” you mutter before placing another peck, this time on his lips.

“Oh, yeah?” He quirks an eyebrow, his smile widens. “You should be a mediwitch.”

You pretend to think about it for a second and nod in agreement. You stand there staring at the other for a few seconds—you mainly checking if you have missed any wounds—before he throws his head back and groans.

“What is it?”

“Sirius will never let me hear the end of it,” he lifts himself off the counter, and kneels to pick up the wrappers and pieces of cotton he’d dragged with him.

“He should try hitting his head every once in a while, maybe then he will break a scoring record like the ‘promising rising star James Potter’,” you quote the article he’d run to show you last week, the day after the first match.

He laughs as you get out of the bathroom, both of your arms around each other’s waist, and you leaning on him. England, fans and journalists alike, could try to claim him for themselves all they wanted but he was, at the end of the day, unequivocally and solely yours.

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 18 - Saltwater

@wolfstarmicrofic June 18, word count 623

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“Today I’m splitting you four up. Black, Pettigrew, you will be on toilet cleaning duty. I expect every cabin to be spotless. I will be inspecting.” McGonagall pushed rubber gloves into Sirius and Peter’s hands as well as a caddy with cleaning supplies. “Potter and Lupin, you will be helping Irma in the library to rescan the books into the new system.” 

“Wait, how come James and Remus get the good job, and I’m stuck cleaning toilets?” Peter protested. 

“I flipped a coin, Mr Pettigrew,” Minerva said simply. “If you are finished before lunchtime you may join the rest of the campers at the lake on the inflatables,” She turned and walked away, leaving them to their chores. Peter was still grumbling under his breath, but Sirius stepped forward and kissed Remus on the lips gently before grabbing Peter and dragging him to the first cabin. 

Remus and James made their way over to the library.

“Getting pretty serious then?” James teased him, poking him in the side with his finger. Remus jumped out of his reach. 

“I don’t know. He’s the first boyfriend I’ve ever had. It's all very new for me,” He confessed to James, chewing on his lip. 

“Boyfriend?!” James choked. Remus felt his stomach drop. “Did he actually tell you that?” 

“Er, erm—No, I just—I don’t—Erm.” Remus started panicking. He’d just assumed that they were going out. He was such an idiot. 

They entered the cool, quiet library and listened to Ms. Pince’s instructions on how to scan and reshelve the books. Remus was quiet while he worked. James kept trying to get him to talk, but he just nodded and walked away to reshelve the book he’d just scanned. He was reshelving a book on Saltwater Crocodiles when James grabbed him and pulled him behind one of the shelves out of the eyeline of Ms Pince. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I tend to open my mouth before my brain catches up with what’s coming out of it.” James apologised. Remus nodded, not sure what to say. “Remus, are we okay?” Remus looked up to meet his eyes.

“Yeah, of course.” He couldn’t say any more because James had gathered him in his arms and was spinning him around. 

“What on earth are you two doing?” Ms Pince came around the corner in near silence.

“Sorry,” James said as he put Remus back on his feet. “We’ll get back to work now.” 

“Make sure you do,” She stared daggers at them before returning to her desk. They somehow got through all the books just as Sirius came bursting into the library smelling like toilet products. He didn’t even have time to fret over what to say because, for the second time in an hour, he was scooped up off his feet and swung around in a circle. 

“Eww, Sirius, put me down. You smell terrible.” He laughed as Sirius put him down and rubbed himself all over him as he tried to escape. 

“OUT!!!” Ms Pince barked at them. 

“Where’s Pete?” James asked once they were out of the library. 

“He’s in the shower, so I thought I’d come see how you two were getting on. Make sure we can all go on the inflatables.” He’d wrapped his arm around Remus as they walked back to their cabin. 

“I think you need a shower as well,” He wrinkled his nose at the smell. 

“Wanna join me?” Remus stopped dead, eyes bugging out of his face. “Remus, calm down, I’m teasing.” He kissed Remus again and tugged him until he started walking. Remus’s brain was going a million miles a minute. James’s words spinning around his head as he walked up the steps. 

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[annabtg]

I’m curious because I think you may have seen the same post I did when I was looking through the Lily Potter tag. So please don’t feel like you have to answer and I don’t want this to be upsetting. I think I’m looking for someone else to say it’s strange. what are your feelings towards the idea that Lily never really loved James in canon? Narratively, it doesn’t make sense to me, but I’ve seen it a couple of times - individuals suggesting that James was abusive and the relationship was not real. However, It just doesn’t fit the story to me.

I think I know which post you're referring to - I saw it but didn't read it. But I've read other posts in this vein in the past.

I will start by saying that I think this opinion can sort of stand, in - should I call it - an inventive sort of way. I mean, the general idea is that in the memories we see of James and Lily we always see them arguing (their first meeting, SWM), then we see them through Voldemort's eyes before their death which is when they're locked up and each other is all they have so whatever - they're making do, and then we see them together and showing tenderness in scenes like the Mirror of Erised and the Resurrection Stone, which contain heavy projection on Harry's part and are not necessarily true to their actual characters.

I could nitpick on all of that, on how Lily blushed at the very mention of James's name by Severus, on how their last moments together are obviously a lovely family moment etc. etc., but I won't. I will instead focus on their relationship as it permeates the books, and that's just my interpretation (I have always been a staunch supporter of all interpretations are valid as long as you can find in-text evidence for them, and these people *do* find it) but I also think it's what JKR set out to do, based on the whole concept of her novels.

I think James and Lily really, really loved each other.

They are structured and touted as the quintessential heroic couple from the very first chapter of the first book. A pair of young people, loved by everyone, their baby - the product of their love - managed to defeat the evil guy (with the power of love, exactly). Both Gryffindors, best students of their year - a great fit. Fell in love at school, Lily practically ditched her family to be with James.

The more the books progress, we have more evidence of this: Lily, take Harry and run - selfless love for his wife and son.

Then we see them in SWM, which doesn't look like their brightest moment, and it's not, but this is where I always put my foot down about this scene: It takes place in the mid-70s, and it carries all the hang-ups from that era. Levicorpus was not sexual assault in the mid-70s, it was a bit of a crude joke but boys will be boys. 15-year-old girls played hard to get and totally did not have a crush on the star jock of the school. Teasing each other was a legit form of flirting, and enemies to lovers is the oldest trope in the romance books. To extrapolate from that scene that they hate each other is, I think, to miss the point entirely, which is to make them more three-dimensional and not the caricatures of love and self-sacrifice they've been till now. But you don't have to give them so many dimensions they end up not even being in love at all :p That's sort of silly.

And the prophecy - a child born to parents who thrice defied Voldemort. You mean to tell me that two people go through this whole ordeal together and then have a kid, and that does NOT symbolize deep love between them? What the hell do they sit and fight Voldemort together for, then?

And then you have Snape's whole arc, his love for Lily, etc. etc.. Would there really be a point in this endless pining of his if Lily was miserable in her life - the life she chose, she was a Muggleborn and chose to stay in the magic world and fight alongside her husband - and wanted out? You might say that this still doesn't mean she'd mend bridges with her old friend, but again I direct you to - this story was written and structured with a purpose. A general sense of everything is for naught might be very realistic, but not likely in the realm of a story where the central theme is love triumphs over evil. Snape's redemption stems from the fact that he sacrifices himself for her even though she chose someone else, and the fact that she chose someone else is significant because he hates that she did, he hates Harry and how much he looks like his dad, and yet his love for Lily overcomes that. How much cheaper would it be if Lily didn't even love James anyway and the fact that Harry looks like him is just a stroke of bad luck? That's too nihilistic to be in a children's book.

I understand that we don't live in the 70s anymore, and in today's society we see 18-year-olds as kids who don't know what they want from life, and most people go through several relationships before settling down and the ones with their high-school sweethearts usually crash with a bang - but back then, it was the norm, if not the dream. Even if many of these relationships, by today's standards (or by any standards!) would be from mediocre to abusive, Jily is not written like that - it's written to represent the best part of this, the stories that my grandma would tell you about her and my grandpa, the boomers you see on Facebook telling you that they're celebrating their fiftieth anniversary and "back then when something didn't work we didn't throw it away, we fixed it".

Also? We do have the loveless relationship that resulted to a baby in canon. And that baby is Tom Marvolo Riddle. JKR is blunt like that. And I've seen it used to say she's drawing a parallel, but me? I think she's drawing the antithesis.

Conclusion: Jily as an example of a dysfunctional relationship might somehow work within canon (it helps that our canon is rather sparse), but for me it's contrary to the whole spirit of how it was written, to spirit of the books in general and to the authorial intent. I would consider it, frankly, a fascinating AU, but one I'm not particularly interested in. I see the dysfunctional relationships all the damn time irl. :p Jily the tragic figures, symbols of love and hope even in death, soulmates who created the saviour of the wizarding world, are much more fun to explore, as far as I'm concerned.

[jinxcdd]

the writer is not the character. the character is not the voice actor.

this apparently needs to be spelt out to people.

you can still like something even if someone in the background is problematic. it's being able to separate fiction from reality.

look at jk rowling and how she got cancelled for one comment. harry potter is still loved by many. michael jackson - how many of you still listen to his music when the allegations came out? James Gunn - how many of you still watch the guardians of the galaxy movies and think their great?

What i'm getting at is the product is not the person behind it. you can enjoy something without endorsing the bad parts.

someone saying they like the voice of a character is not them admitting they like the voice actor - they just enjoy the voice. as someone who is audio sensitive there are some podcasts that i just cant listen to because i dont like the voice behind it - doesnt mean i dont like the person or the show... it's pained me before because i really enjoyed the show but i couldn't stand the voice. it works the other way.

liking harry potter doesnt mean you have to like jk rowling or endorse the comments she made. just appreciate the art and move on.

this is the internet.

this is a place to relax and escape.

a show is just a show.

a character is just a character.

if you dont like that character that's fine no one's going to hunt you down for it.

so don't start harassing people for a character that they do like!

Just skip past that blog - unfollow - block - or just dont follow in the first place. no one is forcing you to have anything to do with them.

you dont have to make everyone aware of the behind the scenes. let people enjoy a FICTIONAL character.

we all read fiction. we all read books/fanfics that have massive redflags on it. god knows the amount of trigger warnings in the books i have read but do we all enjoy a morally grey character that have the biggest red flags ? yes. would we go near them in real life? fuck no.

We know the difference.

grow up and let cancel culture die the death it's meant to. we can all wear our socks how we like. get over yourselves and MOVE THE FUCK ON. it's boring now and im sure im not the only one that is done with this PATHETIC behaviour.

[idkwhattoputheresoo]

dude we're getting the band back together

au no magic

that one episode of phineas and ferb where they reunite their parents favourite band, but the band members are the marauders idk.

ok so i aint got rhythm guy= remus

im fabulous guy =  james

music shop / blues guy =  sirius

ok so idk if we actually need the kids aka p y f but i just have to get it out of my headd.

the "i aint got rhythm" guy has to be remus bc he works in a library thats so him like the old ladies love him again so him, he thinks hes not cool like must i keep going ? amazing anyways.

now the other two are tricky bc the "im fabulous" song could be ab both sirius and james, i mean "youre the one with style" " but look at me i look like dream " so sirius right ? but but theres a lot of the james potter ego there along with the fact that he is like a hairdresser and who do we know who has a father in the hair products business ? James Potter ppl so thats why i went w him instead of sirius.

Besides that, the next guy is the one that plays the guitar and his whole song is ab how he discovers who he is through his guitar after seeing a man playing blues like ??? ok sirius. On top of that the whole song and the music genres switching and the guitar solo yeah yeah thats a sirius if ive ever seen him.

i know what you may be thinking, wheres peter ? well i actually dont know yet this idea came to my mind ab half an hour ago after watching a tiktok w a clip from i aint got rhythm when i was like wait that is soo remus so yeah i spent the nex 10 min looking for the other two songs

another important question Wolfstar ?? bc we all love wolfstar and you cant make a marauders fic w/o wolfstar thats a crime and the truth is they probably were dating before the band split up and somehow *insert angst* they broke up, maybe it has something to do w peter, maybe its a family issue, maybe its just miscommunication. They would obviously be endgame bc duh but im really not creative which is why im doing this.

now james and sirius ? i mean those two are two peas in a pod why arent they on speaking terms, again im thinking maybe the band broke up bc of peter (maybe he was their manager??) and he just twisted things in a way they all ended up fighting an etc.. idk really.

i am making this in hopes that i can stop thinking ab it or someone just makes the fic for me bc i cant write to sace my life fr.

[hufflepuff-16]

Ok I understand that he should've want to protect Harry but why should he want to "gaf" about James Potter, the man who bullied him (which included sexual assault and waterboarding) I certainly wouldn't care even if it was my best friends husband.

Also, on the topic of Neville, Snape, HAD to be strict on Neville because potions is a DANGEROUS subject Neville could risk creating a pipe bomb because he was bad at the subject and you could argue that Snape could help Neville more calmly but from the way school children are (I know from my own chemistry class) the more easy going the teacher is the more likely something goes wrong (which has happened in my case) now everyone always says Snape is Neville's worst fear but keep in mind he also didn't want the boggart to turn into his Gran either. Snape and his gran represent that he feels like he's not good enough as a wizard, not that he necessarily fears Snape when it comes to teaching. Snape is hard but fair (even Harry himself mentions that Snape's grading is accurate).

Harry, he simply had to portray this. How did you put it? Oh, "petty schoolboy grudge" because he's Harry Potter and he's a double agent how do you think it would look like if Malfoy went home and told his father how nice Snape is being to Harry??? He needs to show outward animosity. Also, anytime Snape mentioned James Potter negatively to Harry because he didn't want Harry to become his father. James Potter treated people who didn't fit his convention (not just Snape) with contempt James Potter and Sirius Black (less so with Sirius) are the eptimom of privilege, James comes from a rich loving family, he is part of a house that's beloved by all he has friends he can rely on, he has everything yet he treats others like shit and only thinks for himself.

Honestly I think the whole he would have stayed a deatheater thing is bullshit because if Snape was shown that there are other options than being a deatheater he would've gotten out (he's been slowly indoctrinated since he was 11) his friends potential demise just jump started it, Snape was never a blood purist he didn't believe in Voldemort cause he was there because there was no other option he was 11 put into a house where your told if you belong their your bound for evil thus been treated like that all his school life by his peers, it can and does change a person he is a survivor of war teaching a dangerous subject that children aren't taking seriously he is a product of his environment and he's done well considering his shitty home life and school life he has MATURED as a person though obviously you and others may not think but he has shown empathy but only in a way that was taught to him by the world.

Snape is a character who faced abuse his whole life made mistakes and spent the entirety fixing it in the best way he knows he died thinking he failed Harry, he died knowing that everyone will think of him as a deatheater who killed Dumbeldore.

Anyway, this is not a justification of Snape's behaviour. This is an explanation of the potential process that went on in his head to act a certain way, no one compares Snape and Regulus they argue the fact that Snape is an interesting character for and deserving of a redemption that he's way more than an awful teacher who holds "petty schoolboy grudges" he's a man who faced trauma and hardship at a young age for absolutely no reason other than his pure existence, and this trauma has manifested itself into a broken person whose does all that they can with what they are taught.

Im to lazy to talk about Hermione...

Regulus Black has the potential to be an interesting character, but he's not as far as CANON is concerned he's a privileged blood purist who's elf was tortured so he decided to save his elf betraying the dark Lord in the process it is some people find it hypocritical (I am not part of that) simply because we never see the good that Regulus does so how can you chalk him up to be this amazing warrior that he's been portrayed as by the marauders fandom when he hasn't done anything compared to Snape who actually has done something wrong and tried to fix it (again in the only way he's taught) and still call him a racist and a deatheater scum and fucking homophobic apparently??? (Could argue Remus is the homophobic one, but that's for another time)

this is my dumb rant, I just see people in my life who have faced similar struggles to Snape, and it just drives me up the wall about the lack of nuance

Xx

Idk if this'll ruffle some feathers but tbh it baffles me when people say its hypocritical to like Regulus but hate Snape but like... Was Regulus a bad person? Yes absolutely! But he was also a child who believed in horrible ideologies because that's all he was taught, he saw examples of what happened to family members who betrayed those ideals, and he ended up having doubts about being a death eater all on his own before he sacrificed himself to avenge his beloved house elf (ntm we've seen the way other death eaters/blood purists treat house elves, Regulus was an outlier for that). It's fun to think about the what ifs of his character, like whether he would've eventually unlearned his prejudices had he lived, whether he would've switched sides completely, etc. We don't know, because he didn't even live long enough to reach his 20s. We have no idea what his personality was like either, we only heard about him second-hand.

With Snape there's no what if scenario because we see the kind of adult he became and he's still terrible, in more ways than one. The only reason he betrayed Voldemort in the first place was because Voldemort was going to kill his crush, he did not gaf otherwise and he also didn't gaf that James and Harry were in danger too. If Voldemort had chosen Neville instead of Harry, he probably wouldn't have ever switched sides. Even beyond being a death eater he had a horrible personality too. The way he treated Harry, Neville, Hermione, and probably countless other students as a GROWN ASS MAN let alone being their TEACHER was atrocious. He was literally holding onto petty schoolboy grudges.

This is just my opinion. I think it's totally fine to like either one or both or neither, and I'm also not in any way excusing Regulus's racism or the fact he joined the Death Eaters. I just don't think its fair to compare a grown man with a teenager who didn't even get the chance to change before he died

[astradreaming]

hidden secrets - regulus black x OC!potter.

Chapter 1: Secrets Natalia Potter is very different from her brother, James Potter. The one thing she does share with her brother is her persistence for love. When a certain Slytherin comes into her life she is thrown into a new world. Having to deal with the Black family drama firsthand, learn the inner workings of the Slytherin hierarchy and what it means to keep secrets from the ones she loves. Can she make it through in one piece or is she dragged down into depths she never thought existed?

A/N: For Faceclaims of OCs check out the story on my Wattpad; wishingstarlove :) (It's the same title: Hidden Secrets)

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Natalia Potter shuffles into her dorm. Her roommates were gathered on one bed.

"There you are, I was beginning to think you'd died or something," Lily Evans said sitting slightly up, against the pillows of her bed. "Nope, in one piece"

Natalia took in the sight in front of her. All sorts of candies and rappers were discarded on the bed, the other two girls almost half falling off it. "Nat you're just in time to hear the confession" Marlene Mckinnon snickered as she began opening a chocolate frog.

Lily groaned throwing her head into her hands. "Confession?" Natalia questioned. "There is no confession!" Lily's voice was muffled by her hands. "Oh yes there was! We all know it." Marlene teased.

Natalia shot a look as if to say 'what on earth are they on about' at the other girl, Mary Macdonald who as of now had stayed quiet. "Today Lily here has not been asked out once by your lovely brother." Natalia sat down on the corner of the bed, crossing her legs.

"So?" Picking up a Bertie Botts bean to eat. "So! So Lily missed him, confessing that, whether she knows it or not she likes him!" Marlene states rather dramatically

"UGH" Natalia almost jumps off the bed, face full of disgust. "Come on! As if you couldn't tell already Nat" Says Mary. "What? No, I got barf flavor" Natalia chokes out as she runs to the bathroom to spit out the vile jellybean. The girls laughter could be heard all the way at the dungeons.

Natalia eventually returns to the others, having moved on to another topic. "Remind me to never eat those things again and for the record, I think everyone and their dog can tell you two like each other lils" The other three girls stifle their laughter, and the redhead's hair began to match her face.

Eventually, the four girls separated from their cluster and went back to their designated beds. Deciding to settle fairly early, mostly to shut lily up about worrying about sleeping in.

The girls routines were messy at the beginning of their friendship, always fighting for the bathroom, accusing the others of misplacing a beauty product, arguing about moving furniture, and everything possible in between.

Now, years later they have their routine down to a t. Lily always uses the bathroom first, wanting to sleep or study early. Mary second, spending the most time in there. Marlene third, by the time Mary is finished Marlene is usually back from Quidditch practice. Finally, Natalia, goes late, being the youngest, she wasn't there the first year so it makes sense, plus her being a night owl she didn't mind.

As they settled down, turned all the lights off. Natalia couldn't help but twist and turn in her bed. Her thought of the day to come plagued her and the thought of having to sit through another study session with Amos the following day definitely didn't excite her.

Suddenly wide awake, all the sounds in the dorm began to irritate her. Soft snores from Lily are drowned out by the louder ones from Marlene. The flicker and rustling of Mary reading. Natalia suddenly itched for a walk and a smoke.

It wasn't so much the cigarette itself she was craving, no it was the company that came along with the late-night walks around her home street. She and Sirius were close, of course, he and James were inseparable. Yet when he was open about the hardships of his family and how he was actually academically smart but he didn't tell anyone, she couldn't help but wait for him to tell her more.

Over break, she grew an addition, not to the cigarettes but to the boy she was sharing them with. Natalia's eyes began to droop at the memories, becoming tired. She shuffled into her covers further and began to fall into a dreamless sleep.

Natalia woke up to being violently shaken, almost being thrown out of her bed.

"Wake up! Natalia! We're late, like really late!" Lily, the culprit of her violent morning yelled. "Relax, we've only missed the beginning of class, nothing important" Marlene shrugged fixing her tie. At that, Natalia shot out of bed moving so fast she almost got whiplash.

The girls began to run over to the bathroom space. In spite of it all, the four ran to their classes, Lily, Marlene and Mary were in the year above Natalia. Perks of having an uneven year (and having such a nice soon-to-be friend group who easily let her in), she got to share with them. It was either that or by herself and she'd much rather be with them.

The older girls ran to Potions class while Natalia ran to DADA. The subject wasn't her favourite one in the world. Natalia would much rather be in Care for Magical Creatures, hell even Potions where she has to sit next to Marlene's brother, Max who is only helpful if you need to blow up the cauldron.

Walking into the large dark classroom, Professor Hawks hardly noticed as she slipped into the crowd of students standing gathered in the corners and far walls of the classroom. Usually, she liked the fact that their Professor hated the clutter of desks, opting to have a more relaxed feel to the classroom but now she disliked the calming atmosphere, if it wasn't for the rush of adrenaline from running all the way there she was sure she would have fallen back asleep.

She easily found her good friend, Johnny, always sticking out with his bob of curls and obnoxious movements.

"What did I miss?" Natalia whispered as she tried getting a look at the front of the class. "Professor Hawks hasn't said yet, he's been very theatrical about it but no surprises there." He said with a grin.

Professor Hawks silenced the room. "Today class, we have an important assignment, this assignment is possibly the most important assignment for your O.W.L.S." He stood up from where he was slouched against his desk and walked into the center of the classroom, pulling out his wand. "Today class we are learning about Werewolves." A murmur of whispers swept over the student like a wave.

"Quiet, shall we begin," Professor Hawks said waving his wand and the shutters slammed against their frames. Another flick of his wrist started the projector. "Werewolves were once believed-" Natalia tuned him out, turning to Johnny who now sat on the ground watching the slideshow through the other students' ankles who were all standing around in their friend groups. Natalia slumped against the wall and plopped next to him on the floor.

"Rory's gonna hate this huh" Johnny whispered turning to face his friend. Natalia chuckled humorlessly "Oh yeah she'll love this"

Natalia couldn't help but also think of Remus. He'd already been through this last year but she wondered how he felt, maybe she could talk to him about it. The boys were already breaking their necks trying to find out who the other Werewolf is, that randomly showed up to their full moon fun last summer and every month since then.

She'd tried to get Aurora to talk to Remus about it, maybe try and find what he was using for the aftermath, whatever it was it seems to make him bounce back a lot faster than Aurora does. She'd tried to find out, pestering her brother with questions but Aurora nearly bit her head off when she'd told her what she was doing.

"We should probably be paying attention you know" Natalia pushed her thoughts away trying to listen back to Professor Hawks. "Mhm, don't think Nick would like us copying him any more than usual" Natalia hummed in agreement. The pair focused on the presentation in front of them in silence.

The pair made their way to the great hall for lunch, preparing to tell Rory about class, and for Natalia to prepare for her next study period. 

An arm was slung over Natalia's shoulders. "Do you have any idea how boring Transfiguration is? I mean honestly, it sucked" Aurora grumbled. "You usually like it, what happened?" Natalia leaned into her friend's grasp.

"The Quidditch match this weekend was bloody canceled! It ruined the whole class experience!" The girl shouted angrily. "Wait what?" Quidditch having caught his attention. "Quidditch! Canceled! Over some stupid feud with the Captains" 

"Aw bloody hell, you'd think they'd sort it out by now" Johnny groans. The two continue their bickering about their Captain's feud. Natalia having zoned out not all that interested in the sport. Her attention was drawn down the hall.

 James' loud laughter along with the bickering of Sirius and Peter. James is slightly in front of the two who seem to be fighting over a piece of folded parchment, Remus is behind them looking down at a book in hand. The four boys disappear in the sea of students entering the hall. 

A tug on her sleeve gained her attention. "Where are we gonna sit today?" Rory questioned. "Uhm, wherever Nick is, I suppose." Johnny butted in. Natalia nodded in agreement before stopping.  "Anywhere except Hufflepuff, please" Natalia gave her best puppy dog plea look.

"Hey! What's wrong with good ol' Hufflepuff" Johnny puffed up standing up straight, trying to look tough although Natalia noted he looked more of a grumpy pitbull. "Nothing, Sorry Johnny I just don't want to deal with Diggory more than I already have to today." She patted his shoulder. Johnny seemed happy with this statement, having returned to his usual slouched posture. "Fair enough Nat" Rory spoke up. Johnny nodded at that.

"Good thing too, Nicks at my table" Rory pointed to Nick sitting in a swarm of blue, standing out in his yellow uniform.  The three went to sit with their friend. Johnny sitting with Nick and the girls sitting opposite.

"How was herbology?" Natalia asked, picking up her assortment of food for her lunch. "Actually, while we were supposed to be watering the plants, I got sidetracked and found something interesting on Mandrake leaves, specifically to do with you-" He pointed with his fork at Aurora "-and your erm.. furry problem" he awkwardly scratched his neck at his own wording. 

Natalia gave Johnny a look. Johnny caught it. Dryly coughing he said, "Uhm we also learned something on that lovely topic too-" He paused and Aurora glared at him to continue. "In class...For our assignment that is and not my words here-" He grunted and spoke in a horrible deep Professor Hawks voice. "- It is thee most important assignment of this whole year in DADA."

Aurora banged her head on the table, lying head down she muttered a lot of muffled curse words. She slowly lifted her head. "Well, what'd you find Nicky? Hope it's good." 

At that, Nick sat up, pulling out his book from his bag. "Let me find it... Here! 'The leaves of a Mandrake could be used as ingredients in Potions. But they also have additional magical properties: part of the process by which a witch or wizard became an Animagus was holding the leaf of a Mandrake in their mouth for an entire month'." He looked up expectantly. 

"I don't understand Nicky" Johnny looked utterly confused. "Right.." Nick began flicking through the book, slightly irritated at the lack of response from his friends. "The instructions on how to make the potion and whatnot are fairly simple, except it takes a month to make."

"Yeah, Okay but why would we make it" Aurora cut Johnny off. "Better, how would it help? I mean I'm sure it would be fun but.." She exaggerated the end of her sentence. "Aren't you in Ravenclaw?" Natalia poked her friend's shoulder. Rory leaned all of her weight on her friend, almost laying on top of her "Funny, truly." Natalia shook her head as she chuckled.

She noticed Nick still searching through his book, face scrunched in either concentration or frustration. "So what your saying is we could become illegal Animagus' to help Rory on her, nighttime fun" Nick whipped his head from his book. "Yes! I mean I don't particularly want to do something Illegal, but I think it could help Rory so eh" He shrugged with a soft smile.

"Yeah! We could lead you away from the castle, and away from the Gryffindors" The others could barely understand what Johnny was saying, food stuffed in his mouth. "Gryffindors?" Natalia raised her eyebrow, trying to give him the same look her mother would when James broke her vase last summer. Apparently, it worked. 

He swallowed his food fast. "No. NO, I meant your brother and his friends, you know how-" Natalia cut off his rambling with laughter. Holding her stomach. "I was Kidding!" Remembering his startled face, she began laughing again. "So not funny" He huffed, skulkingly picking up another sandwich. 

She settled down after a bit. "It is a good idea though Nick. I'm in. Rory, how do you feel about this?" Aurora has her head almost touching the paper of the book Nick was previously reading. "I don't know, I mean it'll be Illegal not to mention difficult to make. Oh! and dangerous!" She added sarcastically. "Rory we all are prepared to do this for you. We're your friend we want to help." Natalia said rather seriously. "I'll- I'll think about it yeah?" Her voice was quiet and shy, unlike her usual self which was full of confidence. 

The other three nodded and continued a less heavy conversation.

After saying goodbye to her friends. Natalia began her walk to the library. 

Once there she sat at what she considered her table. A comfy patted seat in the far corner away from most people. Inisionaly she sat here with Remus when he was helping her with DADA, back in her third year. It was the only seat left in the library, she'd sat there ever since.

She sat there for a good ten minutes. She knew Amos knew that she would sit in the back, as she had every other time. Deciding to do her own homework couldn't hurt. 

Slightly agitated he still hadn't shown up as she finished references for her History of Magic essay. It had been at least half an hour. He wasn't coming. Packing her things back into her bag. Finding a book she had finished reading, and deciding to get a new one while she was here. Giving the old book back to Madam Pince; the librarian. She began her search on a finding a new book to read. 

Finally, she found one, the second book of the series. It was new too, wasn't there last week when she'd gotten the first book. Trying to reach the book with her heavy bag in hand. Putting the bag down, now standing on her tiptoes. Her fingertips just brush the spine of the book. Deciding against trying again she began to reach for her bag. 

"Do you need help with that?" A male voice spoke softly behind her. She yelped in fright. Natalia turned, face to face with Barty Crouch jr. Much to her surprise he reached up and grabbed the book easily handing it to her gently. "Thanks?" He quietly laughed "Sounds like a question" Natalia felt slightly embarrassed. "Sorry, I do mean thank you, I just wasn't well-" "Expecting a Slytherin not to be a total asshole?" "To put it bluntly yeah" She breathly laughed. He laughed along with her. 

She looked at him, really looked at him. His wild brunette hair fell into his eyes, which were shut, crinkling the sides of his face. His smile was contagious. Natalia found herself laughing along with him. "I quite like you, Potter. I hope you enjoy the book" Natalia smiled. "Natalia." He looks slightly shocked. "Well, Natalia, if you liked the first book the second one is much better." He gave her one last smile as he turned and continued his day.

Barty was right, the second book was indeed much better than the first which surprised her. Natalia sat with her roommates in the Gryffindor common room. The other three girls are focused on their Potion assignment. 

"I think we should do an easy one, like a strength potion! We learned it in first year" Marlene whined. "No, we can do something a bit more challenging than that" Lily decided. "What about Dreamless sleep potion, that's harder to do."

"Exactly why on Earth would we want something harder?! Mary, what are Remus and you doing?" Mary looked up from where she was writing, for what seemed like the first time that night. "Urm, Right Remus wanted to so an advanced potion, Wolfsbane. And I want to get it right so shush." Wolfsbane. Natalia made a mental note to ask Nick about it the next time he has Potions, Slughorn seemed to like him best out of their group.

"Of course! Advance potion blah blah. Lily please, something easy." Marlene continues to whine, hanging half upside down off the one-seat sofa. "What about a Sleeping Draught potion" Natalia intruded on their study. "What?" Marlene twist so he was now just regularly half off the sofa. "Sleeping Draught, it kind of in-between Beginner and Advanced." Natalia shrugged "You don't have to it was just a-" "Perfect! Lily?" Lily began flicking through her notes. "Yeah, yeah I think it could work! Thanks, Talia." 

"What would you do without me huh" "Keep talking like that you'll have an ego like your brother" They all laughed.

[daenysx]

imagine giving james a skincare sesh where reader is seated comfortably (on his lap ehm) and he lets her put all sorts of moisturizers, face masks and even lip balm on him and he secretly LOVES it and after they eat homemade cookies and watch their comfort show

thank you for requesting!! i had so much fun writing this, it's my skincare routine applied to james. i guess that means he's literally my boyfriend now (support my delusions please <3333) you can send me requests for james!

james potter x fem!reader, fluff

"are you ready?" you say, grinning. you carried most of your skincare essentials to living room, ready to give your tired boyfriend a nice spa day.

"yes." james walks out of the bathroom. "i washed my face."

"with the cleansing jel?"

"yes, baby." he sits on the couch next to you. you place yourself on his lap expertly, his face looks dry and clean. you lean to give him a kiss on his cheek, james settles down on couch with his back to pillows.

"okay." you say, clapping your hands. you're excited to give him a nice treating, he deserves all the best. you've never understood how boys have clear and smooth skin naturally, james certainly doesn't use as many products as you do, but he lets you do anything you want to him. skincare is like a therapy for you, quality minutes you spend on yourself. it's relaxing, taking care of your body without a single thought in your mind, you want james to experience it, too.

"let me just pull your hair back first." you say quietly, using tiny hairclips to secure his curls.

"why are you whispering?" he asks, whispering.

"i wanna create a relaxing ambience for you." you answer. "whispering is a part of it."

"oh." he teases. "okay."

you take your face toner in your hand, pouring some of it on a cotton pad. "close your eyes, jamie." you say, start applying it on his skin.

james relaxes into the pillow, his hands keep you balanced on his thighs. he likes how excited you get to take care of him, he likes being spoiled by you. your fingers are gentle on his face, almost invisible.

"now i'm gonna put on a face mask, handsome." you say, tearing the package of the mask. "it can feel a bit cold."

"that's okay." he mumbles. you place the mask on his skin carefully, adjusting the sides to cover his entire face. "what does this do?"

"um," you read the package. "it's for hydration mostly, and it has vitamin c in it."

"cool." he has no idea what vitamin c does for skin.

"we're gonna wait for 15 minutes." you say. "can i massage your hands while we wait?"

this must be some kind of special heaven for james. he gives you his hands blindly, you put on hand cream on the back of his hands and start rubbing it nicely on his skin.

james sometimes complains about how rough his hands feel, he washes them a lot and always neglects applying moisturizer. the cream feels good, like he has the skin of a baby now. you're being really sweet on him, he likes the way his muscles loosen up under your fingers.

"you're an angel." he says, a deep sound coming from his throat when you press a tight spot between his thumb and forefinger. "my fucking angel."

you smile, giving the same care to his other hand. james feels his hands go numb when you're finished. you clean the remnants of the cream on your hands before taking the mask off his face. "there you go." you put the used mask aside. "feels good?"

"i feel like a baby."

you laugh. "you're gonna be like a baby when i'm done."

it's a nice promise, james likes it very much. "i'm gonna apply some under eye cream now." you whisper. "you have no dark circles, i'm so jealous."

"it's because i actually have a sleeping schedule, lovely girl." he smiles. "something you lack, you know."

"hmm."

you massage his face a little bit before applying some moisturizer. you don't think any more products are needed for james, his skin is already perfect and the mask takes care of a lot of things. you want his face to be relaxed, so you keep your fingers on his cheeks. he smiles a lot, there are little lines on the corners of his lips and eyes that start forming. you can't help yourself, you kiss his lips softly. he immediately reacts but you pull yourself back, focusing on your work.

"what's the point of relaxing if i'm not gonna get a kiss?" james frowns.

"you'll get your kisses." you promise. "when i'm done."

applying moisturizer is so easy, his skin is glowing now. you make sure you cover every little spot on his face. "it smells good." he says. you nod even though his eyes are closed. "it really does." you say.

"and now," you put the cream away. "lip mask."

"lip mask?" james opens his eyes. "how will i kiss you if i have something on my lips?"

you laugh at his dramatics. "it never stopped you before. you always ruin my lipstick, remember?"

"not the same thing."

"come on, be a good boy for once." you tease. james parts his lips in shock. "once? this is a vile accusation."

you stop him, putting on a tiny bit of lip mask on his lips. he presses his lips together clumsily. "it tastes nice. is that strawberry?"

"you're not supposed to eat it!" you laugh. "leave some of it at least."

"mm, okay." he says. you fix his hair, and put a kiss on his cheek. you hand him the remote before leaving his lap. "i'm gonna bring you some cookies, can you pick a show?"

james nods, watches you clean up the mess through sleepy eyes. his skin has never felt this soft, he wants to pinch his own cheeks. he opens up the show you both like as he waits for you.

you come back with a plate full of cookies. james pulls you into his lap again. "i'm gonna eat just one." he says smugly. "i can't ruin my lip mask and i don't want crumbs on my face."

you laugh. "you're getting really good at this skincare thing."

"thanks to my angel." he says, he kisses your cheek three times. "i love you so much."

"i love you, too, baby." you say, your hand in his curls. "i can do it anytime you want."

"good, because i don't think i can go on without this anymore." he says like it's so obvious. "now, i remember i was promised kisses."

you settle down on his lap. "i don't wanna ruin your lip mask."

"it's not ruining, babe." he disagrees. "i'm willingly sharing my lip mask with you."

you laugh until your chest hurts.

[berrieluv]

Heyyy. I’m so sorry if I bother you or you already answered this question but are you planningon doing a part 2 of ,,the moment I knew”?

I loved the first part and it’s all I can think about since I’ve read it.

Have a nice day / evening!

The Last Time.

The Moment I knew (Part one).

Summary: "Please, I want you to realize that not seeing you hurts me. I'm not strong" She sobs as Sirius and Remus continue with their chores, stopping everything to look at her, after a moment of being talking they finally look at her. "This is the last time I'm asking you this; Please, put my name at the top of your list". TW: angst, child denial, this fic is not a safe space for james potter, remus lupin and sirius black, mentions of suicide. A kiss for those who find the song references.

I felt like a kid doing this draw and then I remembered this is angst.

"My dads are gonna love this!" [y/n] smiled showing her teacher her new draw. "This is my dad Remus" She pointed at the edge of the paper and looked at Mrs. Longbottom "He's wearing his sweater, he loves those sweaters, and his hair is kinda wild because he doesn't like to comb it"

Alice Longbottom smiled at her and nodded. "Yes, you're very right, love. Remus Lupin has never comb his hair a day in his life"

"No like daddy" She points at the other edge, near from the little house "Daddy Sirius always comb his hair. He takes care of it too much" She leaves the draw in the table for a moment and stars to comb her ponytails "I learn from him. Even tough he gets mad because I use his hair products. But look..." [y/n] takes Alice hands and puts it in her hair, making her feel how soft it was. "It's soooo soft. Just like daddy's"

"It is, my dear"

"Daddy Sirius is wearing his black leather jacket. It's his favorite"

"They're gonna adore it, [y/]"

It took Remus a while to get home from work, and it took Sirius longer, but by 10:00 p.m. they were there. It was past [y/n]'s bed time, but she was awake to show them her draw.

She was doing some things in her bedroom to keep her far from sleeping when she heard the door being opened, she walked downstairs as fast as she could and she stopped a moment to let them say goodbye to Mary Macdonald (now Mckinnon), her babysitter.

While she was almost falling asleep in the stairs, she woke up when she remembered what she wanted to do.

Running to her parents, Remus saw her, her feet without any shoes or socks on.

"[y/n]!" He yelled, making her stop abruptly at the loud voice "How many times have I told you?!" He walks to her with her slippers in hand "No running on the stairs, you can get hurt. And no going without shoes around the house, you can get a cold"

"Sorry, daddy" She mumbled as she slipped into her shoes "I want to show you and daddy something" She toked his hand and walks him to the living room, where Sirius was holding a beer and watching a Quidditch game on the T.V. "Daddy!"

Sirius turns to look at her and in annoyance answers "What?"

His tone passes by her and she walks closer to him, draw in hands; but she was too little to look behind the paper, realizing she's about to spill his beer.

And she does. And Sirius yells.

"Fuck!" He gets up of the couch and looks at her, clearly mad, his favorite leather jacket was now full of beer. Now, what was he supposed to use for work tomorrow? "Fuck, [y/]!" He trows his hands everywhere, making his anger even more clear "Why do you always have to do the same?! Why the fuck can't you be fucking careful?!"

And she gets scared. And she cries.

"I'm sorry, daddy" She tries to help him clean with her little hands, and Sirius only trows her away from him "I didn't mean to"

"That's always the fucking problem, you never mean to but you do it anyways"

"Sirius..."

Remus warns him.

And Remus doesn't know how to deal with two children. And Remus punish her.

"[y/n] go to your room"

"But dadd-"

"But nothing. Go to your room"

She leaves the draw in the chair in front of the couch and walks slowly upstairs.

"Everything alright?" She hears Remus' voice.

"Yes, yes it was just my jacket"

"Sorry"

"Is not your fault, love" Sirius sighs "It was me who insisted on getting a child"

"Maybe she can go back to the Mckinnons"

Sirius nods in a "No" and she gets scare while going to her room when she doesn't hear anything; "Let's just make sure she's sleeping at her hour"

Why would they send her to her babysitter house? She wasn't her dads, she wanted to be with her dads, not with her babysitter.

And she blamed herself. If she would've been sleeping none of this would happened. If she was more well behaved. If she was more careful. And she cried herself to sleep.

The next morning, Lily was there to take her to the kindergarten along with Harry. She kissed her parents goodbye and James stayed there to have breakfast and go with Sirius to work.

"Harry made this draw" He took it out of his wallet and showed it to his bests friends "It's me and him in a Quidditch game. He made one different for Lily. He's taking the separation very well, he's a smart kid. He understands that it's nor that mommy and dad don't love each other anymore, just, things didn't work out as in a couple. But he loves his dads being friends"

"[y/n] made a draw for us too" Sirius smiled looking at Harry's draw "Is not as good as Harry's tough"

James frowns listening to Sirius; How can a dad be sayin those things about their child?

"I'm sure it's really pretty. She's very good at those things" James looked at them "Let me see it"

But none of them knew where it was. After a passionate night on the couch, the draw was the last of their worries.

"She took it school with her" Remus answered quickly "We ask her for it to hold it on the fridge but she wanted to do some 'fixes`"

James nodded and smiled, finishing breakfast to get ready to work with Sirius.

"I just want a time to assimilate everything. To think. Why are they leaving?"

[y/n] was send to the school psychologist when she cried for the fifth time at school while being ask about her parents. But she would never tell. She would never talk about how Sirius would slam the door and leave home as soon as she does something that bothers him and how Mary arrives five minutes later because he can't possible tolerate her.

She would never talk about how Remus is always busy at Hogwarts, dealing and taking care of other people children and not her, about how there's days he's not even at home.

She would never talk about how some days, none of them are at home.

"Is there a problem with your parents, dear?"

Pandora Lovegood asked, looking at her in a warm way, with love and understanding.

"No" She asked quickly. Lying. "I just- I would like them to be a little bit more at home"

"Why aren't they?"

"Work"

Pandora nodded and when she refused to say more about Remus and Sirius, she changed the topic, talking about friends, dreams, and goals.

"I don't know why they're far from here"

[y/n] said later that day when Mary was told she had to see the psychologist due to daddy issues.

"They work vert hard, my love"

"Yes but, I mean, they could work a little less" And Mary knew it was true, she knew they weren't working. They were just far. "I would like them to think a moment about me"

"I bet they're thinking about you all the time" Mary smiled at her "I bet they're working hard and they say "Omg! With all this hard work I'll be able to buy [y/n] a..." Mary stops a moment and thinks about, looking at her "What would you like to get?"

"A doll house!"

[y/n] smiled. "I bet they think they would finally be able to buy you that doll house"

[y/n] nodded smiling.

But the years passed. And she didn't get her doll house. Yes, she did get all those Christmas presents, but they were never what she wanted. Because Remus and Sirius wouldn't listen to her. They just didn't want to look like bad parents in front of James, Lily and the Weasleys. And [y/n] craved for a little bit of attention from them, so it was ok. Any gift was ok if that meant she would get a hug when she faked excitement after opened it.

And after that horrendous birthday party, she decided to put limits. For her own sanity. Because she knew she couldn't do this anymore.

"I want to talk to you"

"What do you want now?"

She ignored Sirius annoyed voice and she sited in front of them on the breakfast nook.

"You weren't at my birthday party" Sirius rolled his eyes and Remus snorted "And before you can say anything. I'm not mad"

"Well, I don't see why you would be" Sirius answered as soon as she shut. "It wasn't like you were alone".

She bites her mouth so she doesn't spill the tears. "This is the last time I'm gonna ask you this" She plays with her hands, showing how nervous she was "Please, put my name at the top of your list"

Remus looked at her, her teary eyes as she spoke "This is the last time I ask; Why you break my heart in the blink of an eye? Like I would feel nothing. Like if it was nothing."

Sirius and Remus look at each other. They were never good parents. They wanted to. Of course they wanted to be good parents, but they wanted a boy. They're plans were never deal with a girl.

"What if we re-do your party, hu?" Remus asked, looking at her with a smile. And she nodded happy "We're organizing it. It's a "we are very, very, truly, sorry party"

And she hugs them, because there has been a long time since she felt her parents love. Not everything was bad all the time.

They were nice sometimes. Like when all the starts aligned and they were in an excellent mood. Like when they would go to a picnic under the moon and the stars. Or the week before a rough full moon, when they tough about everything they could someday lose. Or when Albus Dumbledore would congratulate their daughter for being first in every single class and they could brag about it in front of Draco and Lucious Malfoy. And mostly when Snape had to admit that [y/n] Lupin Black was an exceptional child.

And they weren't there. The party they organized. They missed. James missed. They weren't there, because Harry wanted to visit the new Quidditch stadium somewhere in London.

[y/n] found herself at Fred and George's door, their department on top of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, but she forgot they weren't there. And just like all those times before, she ended with Mary, after looking for comfort everywhere, she was always the one for her.

"I'm not sure how i got here" She tells her, crying "It just, it feels better when you're looking at me"

Mary smiles, with sadness in his expression, but she hugs her, and she holds [y/n] in her arms.

And right before her eyes, she stars to break. And in that moment, Mary comforts her, and she forgets the past and the reasons why she was crying, and she forgets that no matter how many times she would be there for her, she would always end up with Remus and Sirius when she's happy. But at that moment, it was just Mary and [y/n]. Mom and daughter.

"What if me, Marlene, and you, move?"

"Move? Where would we go?"

"Anywhere you want" Mary smells her hair and squeeze her harder.

"But what about Marls' job?"

Mary thinks about it for a moment and realizes that it's not that easy to run away "Or just, just come here, mhm?"

"I don't want to leave my parents"

"You don't have to. You would always be allowed to visit them. Just take a break from them"

She nods. And by the next day, her things are out of home.

"Do you think they will miss me?"

"Sure" Mary kisses her forehead as she helps her to install in their home.

"I feel bad"

"Why? You gave them enough opportunities"

"I told them nothing"

"They don't need to know"

"I didn't tell James"

Mary groaned at the mention of the name; She hated James. She despised him and how he would sleep with the girl he saw grow up. "Look, I'm not stopping you from doing what you want or feel like doing. It's not like me. But think about it twice".

"I know. I'm weak when it comes to him"

"You're weak when it comes to anything that can help your daddy issues"

[y/n] laughed, and nodded. She loved Mary. Her and Marlene were like her moms, and she would give everything to be born again and have them to raise her.

It was 3 a.m. and [y/n] couldn't sleep. She was far from home. She has never been that far from home. Remus and Sirius were just fine. And James was better. Sleeping after a night of sex.

And they notice she wasn't there when they needed their daughter to assist to a social event.

"Where's her?"

Sirius shrugs and Remus looks everywhere, the last part he checks is your room, only to realize you things weren't there.

"She left" Remus told Sirius, feeling his hear break "Why?"

He was breathing heavy and Sirius noticed how his lover was starting to have a panic attack.

And just as Remus is failing to breath, [y/n] does too, and Marlene enters her room, scared, not knowing what to do.

"It's gonna be alright, darling. It's gonna be alright"

But she doesn't know how it's like in her mind. She doesn't know what it's like to want to die.

"I can't carry this anymore"

[y/n] went back to Remus and Sirius after three days with Marlene and Mary. Not because she didn't like to be with them. But because Remus and Sirius were her fathers, and when they came looking for her, with worry in their expressions, she told herself it was gonna be different.

She saw how they were cheering Harry as he did the shots game at Ron's birthday party.

"Would you like me if I drink that?" She asked Sirius over the loudly music at the place. "If you wanted I could take that"

"What are you talking about, love?"

She smiled and moved her head, telling him to forget it, and felt sad at the same time, because she knew she'll do anything for their love.

After a week back with her parents, she found herself hanging out with Cedric. Of all the people in the world. She was there, in the rooftop. With Cedric.

"I always wanted to come here" She told him. "I never tough it would be with you"

He smiled and nodded "Me either" He looked at her with love, his eyes making her feel appreciated, that was the Cedric's effect. He made everyone feel welcome and capable of everything.

"You know, when I die, I would like to have this view"

"When I die..." Cedric started. "I would like my wife to hold my hand"

She looked at her with a smile "And who do you want to be your wife?"

She liked Cedric. Of course she did. He was so handsome, and caring and attentive. But it was just a crush, she didn't planned on marrying him.

Maybe she would've marry Fred. In the past. If he wasn't with Angelina now, and if she wouldn't have been so in love with James Potter to notice Fred was in love with her, maybe they would be together.

"Well, I don't know who exactly I want to be my wife" Cedric answered "I just want to be with someone who loves me"

"And you haven't find no one?"

"Well, I've been engaged two times"

"None of them took you to the altar?"

"No" He simply said. "I guess I'm too fucked in the head"

"I think you're cool"

"Will you take me to the altar?"

[y/n] nodded.

“Well, I feel flattered”

But [y/n] mind was feeling different. “I feel so scattered"

"Then we better get away from the border"

She cries and Cedric panics. What was he supposed to do? They've know each other for a while, yes, but they were just starting to get into intimacy. So he kisses her. He tastes the salty tears on her cheek and gets her away from the shore when he stands up with her in his arms.

She found a safe place with Cedric. And him, along with Fred, became Mary Mckinnon's protégés.

Honestly, what Cedric felt for [y/n] was something he never saw coming. But he was okay with that feeling.

"You feel like the sun" Cedric says to her as they're lying in his bed.

"Mhm?" She murmurs in confusion.

"I feel warm when I'm around your arms"

"You know" [y/n] said "If I die, right in this moment, I will die happy" Cedric frowned at her and denied it.

"Not me. I wanna be holding my wife" She smiled and looked at him "That would be a heavenly way to die" He kisses her forehead and she laughs "I'd be so lost if you left me alone"

Everyone loved the way Cedric's eyes lighted up when he was talking about her; "I mean, am I even allowed to look at her like that?" He joked with his friends, [y/n] was at the other side of the room, but Cedric couldn't stop looking at her. "She's just so nice to look at" He state. "Look" He took a polaroid picture of her smiling, a summer dress covering her body and the background was showing a beautiful park that "She means everything to me"

But when she arrived home, she was miserable. Now, not only Remus and Sirius were at war with her, now the war was against each other.

And she asked when did they loose everything? Because even tough if they didn't love her, at least they loved each other, just as much as the moon and the stars.

"I'm putting all my energy on this matrimony and you're out there with James and Peter doing nothing about this! About us!"

She sited at the top of the stairs so they would not see her.

"I'm tired of you, Remus!" Sirius yelled back "I'm tired of you asking me for things I don't want to do! Just fucking let me be"

Remus massages his forehead "I'm just asking you to be a father"

"Believe me, I would be an amazing father if I had a boy"

"But you don't, Sirius. We have a girl. And we've lost enough years. Just, ok, it's really sad you couldn't have a boy, but you still have a daughter and she ran away once. I don't want her to do it again".

The fault, the blame, the pain was making its way on her chest. She was the reason her dads were fighting.

Would they be happier if she was gone?

"C'mon, Remmy. Give me a kiss" She smiled when after a while, they stopped yelling at each other.

"You had to fucking do it again" Remus groaned. He took her by her arm and drag her inside the house from their anniversary party. "Why can't you fucking behave for once?"

She blinked, trying to not see Remus in front of her, thinking her mind was wrong and the one letting out the bad words was Sirius, as he always used to, and not Remus, because even tough Remus had anger issues, he would never talk to her like that.

She couldn't move, he was jiggling her in an abrupt way, trying her to react. When did she become so numb? When did she lose herself? Not a single word at her tongue as Remus was physically hurting her. She couldn't even feel his strong grip in her arm.

"Sorry"

She said, but it didn't feel like her, it felt like someone else. She was paralyzed. Where were her feelings? Did she finally loose them?

Cedric saw them when he was looking for his girlfriend and he ran as fast as he could to take Remus hand out of her.

"What are you doing?" He carefully takes [y/n] away from there, looking at Remus with anger and confusion. He knew they had family problema but never tough it would ever be at this point "Love, are you alright?"

She nodded with eyes wide open and emotionless, she was paralyzed.

"I didn't feel it"

"What do you mean?"

"I know he was hurting me because I saw him doing it, but I felt nothing" Cedric hugs her "It's like I was someone else, why? He was hurting me and I just watched him. I just watch him"

She murmured the last thing "And I'm not feeling"

"[y/n]..."

"I don't even know if this is the real me"

"Let's get you to your room"

Fred was going round around the house, looking for [y/n] after Remus came back to the yard in shock, demanding Sirius to go inside with him.

He tried to go into the bathroom, the door was locked but he broke trough anyways, finding her lying on the floor. He kneels at her quickly, pulling her close to him so he can feel her heartbeat.

"Hey, [y/n]. Hey, darling. Love. Can you hear me? Please, please don't leave me"

He yells and Sirius, who's the one inside the house hears, he runs as fast as he cans when he finds himself paralyzed at the picture.

His daughter. His baby. The person he owned so much.

"No, no, no, no. Baby, baby hear me, please. Hold on, ok? Hold on" He looks at Fred "Get help"

And Fred knows there's nothing else to do when you finally close your eyes and your chest is slowly stopping its movement, but he goes out of the bathroom anyways, knowing Sirius and you need this time alone.

"Hold on, baby, please. Hold on, there's so many things we haven't done together" He tries to open her eyes, he takes a little bit of water from the bath and washes her face "Hold on I still want you. Come back I still need you" He cries "Please, please I swear I'll make it right this time"

But not amount of apologies and promises can't save you now.

Remus and Sirius are walking a long endless highway trough the hospital. [y/n] stays silent beside them. It felt like walking on a nightmare, but this time they couldn't wake from it.

The doctors took Remus out of the room, and Sirius could see him screaming "Please don't leave me!" to the door.

"I tough I wanted a boy" Sirius said when Remus sited next to him. "But I want nothing more than to be with her now" He cried "Why did it took me to this to realize? That I wanted to be a good father"

Remus hugged him. They were both wrong.

"I'm imagining her, coming out of that room, saying 'Daddy let's go home' just as she used to when it was late at a party"

"When she was like seven. Before she stopped calling us daddy or dad"

"Yeah" Sirius nodded "I just wanna take her home".

Mary was walking trough Remus and Sirius house as the funeral was being hold. She found Fred and Cedric siting on the couch in front of her picture.

"Cookies?"

They rejected them kindly.

"I booked the night train" Cedric said, playing with his mom ring in his pocket "I have no reason to stay here now" Her picture in his wallet started to talk to him, and he knew he would go insane.

"You..." Fred started "You told your family?"

"Yes"

"About what?" Mary asked them. None of them feeling the question as an intrusive one since they felt comfortable around them.

"I was about to ask her to marry me"

Cedric's plan was to wait for Sirius and Remus party to be over and start theirs. Now, no one's celebrating.

Sirius walked to them, completely dress in black as usual, but now, it looked sad. "Cedric, a word?"

He pointed at the stand next to her picture. He had a speech, but he's speechless. He denied, feeling his throat dry.

Love slipped beyond their reaches. The other people looked at Cedric with pity.

"She would've made such a lovely bride. What a shame she killed herself" they said.

"Fred?" Sirius invited, this time he accepted. Standing up and walking with a glass of wine in his hands.

"[y/n] was the bravest person I know" He started, feeling the words accumulating his throat but refusing to leave "She never showed she was afraid. But I guess feeling alone was too much to face"

Mary took over Fred's when the tears were too much, and he get down, to be comforted by Angelina. And Cedric envied that, because the only person he wanted to be comforted by was gone.

"Continuing with Fred's speech" Mary said, looking for Marlene's eyes "[y/n] would always tell herself she could do everything with no help at all. But when it got hard she would lose her focus, and she found herself at my door. I would tell her, that she doesn't have to be afraid, because we're all the same, and we all have fears and that soon the fog will clear up. I guess, sometimes it all gets a little too much".

Remus woke up next morning. Sirius did as well. His pretty grey eyes were now red and teary. Remus only gets to hokd him, he had to be strong, for Sirius, for him.

"I wasn't ready to let go"

Cedric had dreams about her. Where he can still see her smile, that same one she would wear every time he told him he loved her. Those memories would make him happy for a little while.

"At least when she run away we knew she was still here" Sirius said "Why did she had to go to a place where I couldn't follow her?"

Remus shrugs and gets ready to sleep.

"I like to sleep" He says to Sirius, allowing himself to be the vulnerable one now "I see her every time in my dreams. When I fall asleep"

"Lily says she's looking down upon us" Remus, who's now facing the pillow murmured something to Sirius "She says that when a flower blooms is she telling us that she's fine, or when one of those pretty birds stand in our windows and sing when we're missing her it's her, whispering; 'dads, it will be alright"

"That's a pretty way of seeing it" Remus said, positioning face up again.

"Yeah" Sirius sighs "But why did she had to go to a place where we couldn't follow?"

"Well, even if it was us first, she surely went to heaven, Sirius. She's an angel. She always has been. We're going deep down"

[zzzfour]

Strawberry Accolades Sub!James Potter x Reader

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Summary: James studies hard and earns a treat.

Warning: Smut, Sub/Dom dynamics, Sub!James Potter, eating food from someone else’s body, Oral female receiving, use of “bunny”, use of “mommy”.

You had been checking in on him sporadically throughout the day, occasionally giving him a treat for being productive.

James was, to put it blatantly, absolute shit when it came to taking the time to study. Knowing this information you had helped him when you knew he needed reassurance, something to keep him going when he got distracted.

His mind raced with a plethora of other things he could be doing, places he could be. But every thought was out weighed with the knowledge that if he worked hard he would get his reward.

It started small, after the first 50 minutes or so you had come into his dorm and ran your hands through his thick curls whispering praises into his ears until you felt his brain was recharged enough. That had been almost 3 hours ago. You had come in with various treats and plenty of head pats, telling him what a good boy he was for studying. But now he was done, he earned his reward.

You slowly opened the door to his dorm careful to be quiet when closing it, his head needed a break, a moment to rest.

He expectingly looked towards you, his eyes wide with anticipation. You crossed over the hard floor to his desk, gently setting the bowl of fresh strawberries down in front of him.

“Look at how good you did Jamie.” You smiled proudly at him as you scanned over his notes.

“Really tried mommy, wanted t’ be good.'' His big doe eyes stared up at yours, craving the praise you so often gave him.

“I can tell bunny.” You stood behind his chair, slowly moving your hands to his head and massaging his scalp.

“You think you deserve a reward?” Your tone was almost condescending but with his head so foggy he hadn’t picked up on it.

James nodded quickly, mouth watering at both the delicious looking strawberries on the table and whatever idea he thought you might have for his accolade.

You moved to sit in front of him on the desk, placing his study material elsewhere. Your legs on either side of his chair, James had a clear view of your clothed cunt. his breathing started to speed as his desperation grew. Slowly you reached beside you grabbing a fresh strawberry with the leafy tip cut off.

“Open up.” Was all you had to say before his tongue was lolling out and his mouth was ready for you. Popping the strawberry in his open mouth you cooed.

“Aw, there you go bunny. Just like that.”

He happily took the entirety of the strawberry into his mouth, along with your fingers. The slight pop of the departure of your fingers from his mouth had him whining for your touch once more.

“Good boy jamie. Worked so hard today, Why don’t you just let that pretty little head rest and let mommy do all the thinking? That sound nice?” He leaned into the palm caressing his jaw, nosing at your wrist.

“Yes mommy. Want you to help me forget.”

Pulling off your top and unhooking your bra came easily in front of him. You loved how his eyes would roam your body or how he would begin to squirm in his seat. Another strawberry was in your hand, but this time your unoccupied hand reached to cup one of your breasts. Before truly giving him his reward you decided to play with his head, both of them. Dragging the strawberry down from your lips to your pert nipple. Maneuvering the berry in between both breasts, you held it there for him to eat from.

“Go on Jamie don’t you want your treat?” His flushed face made no hesitation and he moved forward, jabbing his face into the crevice of your chest. He was desperately chewing the berry whilst pressing sloppy kisses to your breasts.

Moving your hands back to his hair you pulled his lips off you. His eyes pleaded with you to let him stay close but you wanted his mouth somewhere else.

Without any other words you leaped off the desk, back to your position of standing in front of him. You pulled your skirt along with your panties teasingly slow down your legs. Once off you retreated back to your spot in front of him on the desk, legs spread for his viewing.

his whimpers were music to your ears, the prominent desperation in his voice pulling your need for him closer. Grabbing yet another strawberry you dragged it around each of your nipples, making sure to give your pretty boy a show.

“Mommy please.” He begged for something, anything. His pants becoming increasingly tight as you swiped the berry down through you slick heat.

“Patience bunny.” His whines dimmed at these words, wanting to please you.

Using the berry you rubbed circles up and down your clit, finally lowering it to your entrance. James’ eyes hungrily staring at you as you pushed it inside of you, the small tip hardly filling you but staying still.

“Go on Jamie,” You leaned closer to his ear and lowered to a whisper. “Take a bite.”

That’s all it took for him before he had devoured you. Licking every drop of your sweet nectar, Plucking the strawberry from your plump lower lips.

“So sweet mommy, So, So, Good.” His ramble muffled by your clit. Your train of thought being clouded by your need to release the growing knot in your stomach, all you could mutter out was words of incessant praise.

“Fuck Jamie you wanna make mommy cum? You want mommy to cum all over your mouth?” His brain was so lost in you he couldn’t form a response, instead just nodding and released an ‘mhm’ into your heat.

Feeling the pressure build up, a white hot spread through your entire body as you let go, the pressure of his tongue erasing any sense of worry in your head. Coming down from your high, thighs twitching around him. You had to softly push him away from your sensitive cunt.

“So good Jamie, So good for mommy.”

You recomposed yourself as he nuzzled into your thigh. Chuckling at his boyishness, all you had left to say was, “Your turn bunny.”

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How do you interpret Percy's relationships with the other students at Hogwarts (i.e. not his family or their friends)? Do you think they looked up to him, were annoyed by him, etc.? What about his relationships with the professors?

Generally, I interpret his relationship with other people at Hogwarts as positive.

I understand why many people think he would be widely disliked due to Harry’s general disdain towards Percy, but that’s a perspective that is heavily influenced and filtered through Ron and the twins’ bias. I think the students who were friends with his siblings tended to be outliers, rather than the rule. For example, in a study of cracked gold, Ginny’s friends are confused about why her favourite brother is Percy, because whilst Percy is steady and dependable, the twins are fun; it’s also unlikely that as second-third years three years below the twins they would have been targeted before Percy left and the twins started to test out products on the younger years. Also, this was a throwaway line to illustrate how peculiar it was for Ginny’s favourite brother to be Percy to a handful of tween/early teen girls, who are not a majority of Hogwart’s population. 

But from the perspective of the general populace? Well, School Captains - School Co-Captains - School Head Prefects - whatever you want to call them, the two senior year-level students chosen as school leaders. They are generally well-liked by the broad student population. It doesn’t make sense that this level of authority would be given to a student who the general student populace does not like. Let us look at other known Head Boys and Girls (how unnecessarily gendered - I am going to call them Head Prefects from now on): Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, James Potter (probably the clearest example as he was /not/ a prefect beforehand), Lily Evans and Bill Weasley (who is ‘cool’). So, logically speaking, Percy must have not been unpopular, with a base of ‘well respected’ at the bare minimum.

I don’t think Percy was necessarily, strictly, popular a la James or Bill. I think he was well-liked and generally well-regarded amongst the student population, probably more like Minerva was. Me and some of my lovely Percy Weasley peers have developed a web of ideas where Percy tutors younger students and is generally a great mentor to them, drawing from his strong big brother tendencies deflected by his actual siblings: thanks to @infinitelycynical, @cixxsxturn and others for the collaborative brainstorming a few months ago. I think Percy - as a calm, studious and helpful personality who, yes, was a little uptight about rules - was generally well-liked and respected by the students, particularly in contrast to the twins, who liked to constantly disturb people’s lives with their pranks.

Now moving on to the professors - I think they generally liked him: again, he made Prefect, and then Head Boy (Prefect). He was clearly a studious, dedicated student. I think Snape did not like him, but gave him begrudging respect, purely because he was a Gryffindor Weasley and he is a narrow-minded prick. The professors are much clearer-cut than students: from my own experience, teachers greatly enjoy students who actually do the work and engage in the lessons. Note that I said engage, not dominate. A student like Hermione can be taxing and draining as she demands all of the professor’s attention and doesn’t allow the other students to participate. Percy, on the other hand, is more mellow, and seems more willing to work collaboratively (as he does in the Ministry, as he likely studied with Penelope, as he likely helped Oliver out with Quidditch strategy, etc).

Throughout Hogwarts, I think Percy was liked by most people and respected almost universally. Maybe not at the start, maybe not when he was still learning how to interact socially (cough, autistic, cough), but I think as he grew, as he gained friends such as Oliver and Penelope and was allowed to flourish outside of his family’s stifling dynamic, by the time he became Prefect, he had become the good student and mentor viewed positively by most of Hogwarts. 

And that eventually carried through the rest of his life, in a vibe similar to that described by @louff4tw in this post.

Essentially:

Thoughts on Percy Weasley?

Weasleys: :/

Everyone else: 👍

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Hiiii i heard a headcannon that james potter would love shower sex and i was wondering wether you could write something like that? No specific’s do whatever you want with it just sex in the shower ;)

 You in Here? || James Potter

Word Count: 2268

A/N: I hate this perhaps more than anything I’ve ever written but I need to write if only to remind myself that I still can because sidofhdfwqifbr. I feel like I haven’t been productive in weeks and posting is gonna hopefully help me with that. I’ve hated other things I’ve posted as well and y’all seemed to react positively to those so who the hell knows.

Warnings: Degradation, daddy kink, kinda proof read, little bit of exhibitionism 

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“Jamie,” You called out, your voice echoing as it bounced back off the tiled walls of the Quidditch showers. 

You hadn’t been able to grab James after the Quidditch game, where he’d led him and his team to victory, before he had headed off towards the locker room, being stopped by Dobson who was subbing in as keeper for the game. The team’s usual keeper in the hospital wing with a bad case of blood poisoning he’d contracted from an unfortunate Care of Magical Creatures lesson. 

You’d never really given much thought to the boy as he was a year below you and you didn’t much run in the same circles but neither of those facts seemed to discourage him as he pulled you aside after the game.

His desperate and frankly pathetic attempts to flirt with you, the team captain’s girlfriend, had stalled you too long apparently as by the time you’d managed to break free of his bad pickup lines and clumsy winks James was nowhere in sight and Sirius had to direct you towards the showers where he’d seen him disappear into. 

And now stumbling around the locker room looking for your boyfriend you followed the sound of running water to the back corner of the showers.

“There you are,” You murmured as his dripping form came into view. Blocked by a sheet of warped glass all you could make out of his figure was the outline of his strong physique as he twisted and turned to let the water wash over his ridiculously toned body.

“James?” Your voice lilted up in a question as you wrapped your knuckles against the glass of the door.

“(Y/N/N)? What are you doing in here?” He asked, his voice rough which you assumed was from screaming over the roaring wind to communicate with his teammates. 

What you hadn’t noticed before escaping James’ subordinate was the aforementioned boy lurking a few feet away, jaw clenched, the vein in his forehead pulsing as he glared down the boy who seemed to have abandoned all of his inhibitions.

Though you had missed him, James most certainly hadn’t missed you and heading off to the showers he’d hoped that a hot shower would soothe the possessiveness bubbling up in his stomach but it had not had the desired effect. 

“Came looking for you Jamesie,” You explained, “Wanted to congratulate you,” A sly smirk tugged at the corners of your lips, painted a brilliant red as you began shedding the numerous layers of clothing you’d been bundled up in to shield yourself from the biting wind.

“Why don’t you congratulate that Dobson kid?” The edge to James’ voice was impossible to miss.

You frowned as you reached around your now nearly bare torso, having made quick work of your top layers, to unclasp your bra, shrugging it off of your shoulders to let it fall to the ground. Left in only your panties you spared a glance over your shoulder before abandoning those as well and opening the door to the shower.

Even after all this time you still had to stop your jaw from dropping whenever you saw James’ body, the defined muscles of his abs, the way they shifted in his back as he reached for things and just went about with his daily business.

His legs. Those fucking legs.

And don’t even get you started on his arms because you could go on and on for hours about them, about every part of him quite frankly.

You stood dumbstruck outside the shower cubicle before James pulled you in by your arm before someone walked in and saw you naked. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” The boy growled, towering over you as he wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you tucked into his strong chest. You could feel his half hard cock pressing against your stomach as one hand drifted to your ass, squeezing it to the point of pain before releasing and smacking the afflicted area with the palm of his hand. The burning hot water didn’t help either with the pain as it washed over your backside, amplifying the sting from your boyfriend’s harsh touch.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You asked incredulously, having no clue what he was talking about. “That hurt.”

“Good,” He responded curtly, returning his tight hold on the supple flesh of your bottom, squeezing even more harshly than before, no doubt leaving bruises in the shape of his fingers. 

“S’ what you deserve after teasing me like that with that fucking prat, and then right now, standing naked in the middle of the locker room, anyone could’ve walked in at any point and seen your arse.”

“No one was gonna just-”

You were cut off by his fingers meeting the side of your face more harshly than you anticipated.

“Ow,” You squeaked, “Was that necessary?”

Growing more and more frustrated James pushed his index and middle finger past your slightly parted lips, shoving his long fingers further and further until the tips of his rough, calloused digits bumped the back of your throat and had you struggling to breathe as he triggered your gag reflex.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” He grumbled, catching your wrist with his hand before you were able to grab at the wrist of the hand gagging you, “First flirting with that little prick and now talking back to me, who the fuck do you think you are?”

Your response was garbled as you tried to speak around his fingers, but no matter what you were trying to say it was muffled even more as he pushed his fingers even further down your throat. 

A sick smile grazed his face as you gagged violently, tears slipping from your tear ducts and rolling down your face in twin rivers, collecting in pools at the curve of your jaw.

“Oh don’t cry baby,” He cooed mockingly, pulling his fingers from your mouth, allowing you to take deep gulps of air as he moved his hands to cup your jaw, his thumbs wiping away your tears.

One hand trailed from your face, down your torso, pausing at your tit to take the nipple between his fingers, pinching harshly and pulling a strangled gasp from your lips as the action sent pleasure mixed with a healthy amount of pain zipping up your spine. 

Eventually finding his way to your pussy James ran his index finger through your sopping folds, smiling cavalierly at the pool of slick he found there.

“Fucking pathetic,” He muttered, staring at his finger as it teased your cunt, “You got off on that?” He asked, lifting his visage to meet yours, “You got off on Daddy fucking choking you with his fingers?”

After a beat of held eye contact, you realized that it wasn’t a rhetorical question and that the man in front of you expected an answer. 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

Satisfied with your response James’ gaze dropped back to your pussy where he was now lifting up your clitoral hood, exposing your sensitive bundle of nerves to his touch.

“What was that you said about congratulating me slut?” He asked, harshly pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger, smirking as you whimpered and brought your hand up to clasp his bicep, supporting yourself as you felt your knees weakening. 

The pleasure he could bring you from just his fingers was enough to have you in a puddle by his feet, clawing at his ankles and begging for more.

“Think as a reward I’d like to mark you up, show everyone how much of a desperate whore my baby is. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes Daddy, wanna be your slut.”

“My whore,” He corrected.

“Your whore.”

At your agreement James latched his lips onto the side of your neck, sucking vicious hues of purple and blue into the delicate skin that resided there.

“Fuck,” You swore, tipping your head back so that he could have even better access to your skin.

A pathetic whine slipped from your trembling lips as James pulled away from your neck, instead attaching them to yours, delicately brushing his against your own. As you tried to lean forward, wanting to deepen the kiss you felt James’ hand bury itself in your damp hair, gripping tightly at the root, using his hold to keep your head in place as he pulled back.

“No swearing pretty girl,” He murmured as his lips brushed yours ever so lightly against yours, “Pretty babies don’t swear, yeah?” 

He peppered kisses across your lips as you nodded your agreement, tickling your skin before finally deepening the kiss as you so desperately wanted. You savored the taste of his lips as his tongue delved into your mouth, exploring the warm expanse before mingling his tongue with yours. 

You were no match for his aggression as he dominated your tongue pulling a moan from the depths of your belly where you felt a know tightening as the slick between your legs continued to collect in a pool of your own arousal.

“Gonna show you how good I can make you feel,” James promised, crouching to loop his arms underneath your thighs, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist, and moving to support your bum as he backed you into the wall, using that to help support your weight. 

“Gonna show you how good I can make you feel when you’re mine.”

“Please Daddy,” You begged, pleading eyes looking up at him as you pushed your bottom lip out in a pathetic display of your submission, “Want your cock please.”

It was funny really, how quickly you went from feisty to his submissive slut. And you didn’t even have his cock yet.

Your begging spurring James on, he didn’t bother restraining himself any longer and instead pushed his cock into your warm, pulsing pussy.

A cry tore its way through your throat as he didn’t even bother to ease his way in, not wanting to wait another second, just wanting to be inside of you.

“Shh,” He hissed, clasping a strong hand over your mouth, hanging wide open as you barely had control over yourself to keep your eyes open, much less make the conscious effort to keep your mouth closed in order to keep in the moans and whimpers that shamelessly tumbled from your agape mouth.

James’ pace was relentless as he thrusted in and out of you, watching as his cock appeared then disappeared as he moved in and out of your cunt, your pussy squeezing him to an almost painful degree.

“So fucking pretty,” He swore, palming your tits with his strong hands, leaving your nipples hard as he pinched them again, just as he did earlier, watching the look on your face as he twisted them to the point of pain. 

You snapped your mouth shut so that you wouldn’t let out a curse, not wanting to disobey Jamie. 

“Mine, all mine,” Jamie grumbled as he let go of your boobs, preferring to watch them bounce as he sped up his thrusts, the spongy tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot, pulling a strangled sigh from you as you lost more and more of yourself in pleasure.

“All yours Daddy,” You agreed, leaning your head up against the cold tile of the shower wall as you focused on the pleasure James was bringing you with every deep thrust. 

“That’s right slut,” James said, remembering his earlier frustration, “If s’all mine, all f’me then what the hell are you doing talking to that little dick?”

His hard gaze met yours and though they were swimming with lust it did nothing to dilute the seriousness they held, making it clear to you that he expected an answer.

“Didn’t mean to Daddy, didn’t mean to be naughty,” You explained, hoping that he would realize that you really had had no mal intent in speaking with the boy, you just hadn’t wanted to be rude.

Seemingly paying your response no mind James attached his lips to your collar bone, laving his tongue over it before retracing his steps and sucking marks that matched the ones he’d previously left on your neck. 

As he worked to paint your skin in rich hues he lifted your hips so that he could reach even further depths inside of you, sheathing himself completely inside of you before pulling back out, all while moving his fingers to your clit, where they had once previously resided. 

The combined stimulation of him so deep inside of you and his strong fingers on your clit had the knot in your belly tightening as the stimulation on your clit sent tendrils of pleasure shooting up your back.

It was all too much, the overwhelming stimulation from his cock combined with his fingers pinching and rolling your sensitive bundle of nerves between the pads of his fingers, and the steady streams of scalding water warming your skin almost had you forgetting to ask to cum as you felt the pleasure boiling up in the depths of your tummy. 

“D-Daddy may I-”

You were cut off by the sound of the locker room door slamming open quickly followed by the rumbling of voices.

“Potter!” One of them called out, “You in here?”

Recognizing the voice as that belonging to none other than the very boy who had landed you in your small predicament you studied James’ face, with wide piteous eyes as the sound of footsteps slapping against the tile floor approached your little enclave.

James smiled deviously at you before responding, “Yeah, we’re back here.”

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[messers-moony]

Divorce | J.P

Paring: James Potter X Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Reader goes through divorce with her arranged husband but sees her Hogwarts crush almost two years later at her Potions shop in Diagon Alley

Divorce sucks. There is no other way to say it. There is no amount of sugar to properly coat the words to make them seem better than they are. Instead, they’re pure salt– pure acidity. An arranged marriage for purebloods was typical. That doesn’t mean that everyone technically agrees they work. Some speculate that arranged marriages work more than chosen marriages. Y/n wouldn’t be one of those people.

Her family was a part of the sacred twenty-nine. The L/n’s, to be more specific. Y/n was a model child, an only child at that. She was sorted into Slytherin with not a consideration of any other house. Immediately at the age of sixteen, she was engaged to another man called Zenix Flores, another family of the sacred twenty-eight. Zenix was sweet, but he wasn’t her type.

Throughout her years at Hogwarts, Y/n stared at another. His name was James Potter. A star Quidditch player for the Gryffindor team. The best Chaser. Y/n’s lingering stares and dreamy look didn’t make it past Zenix. Fortunately, Zenix had eyes for another as well, Sirius Black, the best friend of James Potter. They bonded over that. They bonded over being in love with people they couldn’t have.

Everyone dies eventually. Immortality is not reality, and once Y/n’s parents died. Divorce was in order. However, they didn’t love each other like they should’ve it still sucked. They were close friends. But did close friends have a child together? Leo Flores, the product of Y/n Flores and Zenix Flores, was only eight years old when they went through the divorce. Leo was a token to show that Zenix and Y/n fell in love. An illusion.

It took months, but after the process was complete, Y/n left. Leo was to be in her care for the rest of his life. Zenix would send some of his profit to them to help, but he would never see his son again. Granted, he didn’t treat Leo well. Always so harsh, so strict on the little boy. The first words out of Leo’s mouth were ma’am and sir. Not momma or daddy. Instead, they were formalities.

They lived in an apartment in Diagon Alley. It wasn’t huge, but it was enough. Y/n changed her last name, and Leo’s back to L/n. Another long process but worth the wait. Y/n worked at a Potions shop in the Alley. Sometimes her old friend Severus would visit and buy some ingredients, but no one else she knew ever came into the shop. Not until he showed up at the door.

James Potter came waltzing into the Potions shop like it was nobody’s business. Unknown to the woman working the shop, he had been watching her work from afar. Just across the street was a bookstore where Remus would visit. During one of those visits, James caught sight of her. Granted, James didn’t think he’d find love after Lily ran away after his proposal claiming he wasn’t enough but that all changed when he saw her.

The feelings came back like it was yesterday she was gazing at him from the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. Y/n’s cheeks were set ablaze, and her stomach was placed into a frenzy of a million different feelings. Her heart made it seem like she ran around the Quidditch pitch one thousand times. Unbeknownst to her, he felt the same way.

Eventually, he made his way to the counter, “ Um- Good Afternoon. “

“ Good afternoon, sir. How may I assist you today? “ Y/n asked despite her racing heart, “ I need some help brewing a complex Potion. “ James confessed, fiddling with his hands.

“ What Potion, sir? “ Y/n inquired, “ Wolfsbane. “ James answered.

Her eyebrow quirked upward, “ That is a difficult Potion. It could have awful defects if made incorrectly. “ Y/n explained, looking at the ingredient list, “ How about this, I’ll make you the Potion instead of you possibly messing it up? “

“ How can I trust you won’t mess up? “ James questioned, smirking teasingly, “ Well. If it helps any, I received O’s on all of my Potion examinations, even in N.E.W.T level. “ Y/n quipped.

“ Well. I suppose you know your stuff. “ He replied as he crossed his arms, “ I suppose I do. “ Y/n retorted with a smile.

So James decided that she’d make the Potion. He would’ve paid her a million Galleons if he was just allowed to sit in the shop and stare at her. She was a beauty and moved so gorgeously. She moved with a purpose, with determination and ambition. Sirius and Remus had begun teasing him as James stared longingly at the Potions shop across the street.

“ Do you know her name? “ Remus asked, standing beside James now, “ No? “ James stated.

Remus chuckled; of course, he didn’t, “ Y/n L/n. She was a Slytherin in our year. Amazingly brilliant she is. Apparently, she was married to Zenix Flores but got divorced two years ago. “

James and Sirius stared gobsmacked, “ Did you stalk Prongs’ future wife? “ Sirius accused, and Remus shrugged, “ I was curious. Plus, I knew her at Hogwarts. She was a Prefect. We had a lot of rounds together. “

“ She was a Prefect? “ James queried, “ Mhm. You were too busy drooling at Lily to notice her. “ Remus nodded.

Now James felt incredibly stupid. All those pranks on the Slytherin house made him feel exceptionally stupid, knowing that she could’ve caught the backlash on some of them. Not only that, but she was a part of the sacred twenty-eight. James had never felt more idiotic, and he had gotten rejected after proposing to his girlfriend. That was saying something.

A month had passed, and the potion was ready. So once again, James walked into the Potions shop. This time she had a messy top knot present on top of her hair. Her eyes held extreme tiredness, and she moved almost sluggishly. James was worried. But Y/n saw him enter the shop and her cheerful smile glazed her face. Two bottles were now present on the counter for James to take.

He stood at the counter and pressed ten Galleons on the table, “ Sir, they’re only three Galleons. “ Y/n stated, “ Take the extra. You look exhausted. “ James replied.

“ Th- Thank you. “ Y/n smiled, “ Thank you, Y/n, for making these. “ James said gratefully.

Y/n blushed, “ I- Um- You were a Slytherin Prefect in my year at Hogwarts. “ James stammered, “ I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you before. “

“ It’s okay. Divorce can do that to you, Huh? “ Y/n laughed bitterly, “ Well, when I proposed to Lily, she straight up told me I wasn’t good enough so, that was almost like divorce minus the paperwork. “ James added.

“ I’m- I’m so sorry. “ Y/n apologized, “ No, no. I’m okay, trust me. It’s been about three years. “ James replied.

Before Y/n could speak again, steps were heard from the second story, “ Mom! Mom! “ Leo’s voice called as he rushed down the steps.

“ Mom! “ Leo appeared from behind the counter to see James and a blushing Y/n, “ Oops, uh, sorry, mom. “

“ No, it’s fine. Come here. “ James beckoned, and Leo hesitantly approached, “ What’s your name, little man? “

“ I’m ten! “ Leo announced proudly, and James chuckled, “ That’s awesome! “ James smiled.

Y/n turned to her son, “ What did you need, Leo? “ Despite being embarrassed, she was calm, “ You accidentally placed my quills on a high shelf. I can't reach them. “ Leo confessed, slightly embarrassed.

“ I’ll be up in just a second, but- “ Y/n began, but James stuck out his hand, “ I’m James. “

“ I’m Leo. “ Leo accepted the handshake and smiled at the adult man, “ If your mom doesn’t mind, maybe we could chat? “ James inquired, looking toward Y/n.

Leo looked hopeful at his mom, “ Please? “

“ Sure. You can go. “ Y/n allowed, and Leo hopped over the counter.

Before James could leave the proximity of the counter, Y/n grabbed his wrist, “ Please. Take care of him; I'm trusting you blindly here. “ She pleaded, and James smirked, “ Of course. “

The rest of the day went smoothly. Y/n had closed shop and began restocking items when they showed up. James' unkempt brown hair was more unorganized, but his hazel eyes glassed with mischief. Leo’s black hair was blown away from the rain, and his blue eyes sparkled with excitement. James beckoned the ten-year-old back upstairs while he approached Y/n.

“ So? Have a nice day with my kid? “ Y/n teased, and James chuckled, “ He’s fantastic. “

“ I know. “ She replied, “ I took him for ice cream, and we went shopping for a little. “ James informed.

Y/n melted at the adoration present on James' face, “ Do you need any money back? I can- “

“ No. Don’t worry about it, doll. I’ve got it covered. “ James interjected, “ I just saw him, and he had this look. He looked trapped. He needed to leave and just let loose for a couple of hours. “

“ I- I really love him. “ James confessed, and Y/n smirked, “ You’re in love with my son but not the woman who created him? “

“ If we're being honest. I’ve been watching you from the bookstore across the street. I thought you were gorgeous. Remus was the one who told me who you were. “ He admitted nervously, “ But being with your son today. If you’d like, could I take him out more often? “

She stepped down from the ladder and stood in front of him, “ How about you stay forever? “

“ I- I mean that is if you want. I know that I’m a pureblood, and- and my son- you probably don’t want to have a child right now. He’ll be going to Hogwarts soon, and quite frankly, I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle it. But- But his former father wasn’t amazing, and I’m not sure you want that responsibility- “

Y/n was cut off when James grabbed her by the waist and placed his lips on hers. His thumbs rubbed gentle circles on her skin through her shirt. Y/n’s hands went through his unkept brown tuffs and his glasses slightly fogged from the heat of the kiss. They pulled apart but rested their foreheads on each other. They were still somewhat breathless from the soft kiss.

He held her chin in his hand, “ I’d love nothing more than to stay forever. “

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

How do you think a sort of Chosen One swap would go between Anakin Skywalker and Harry Potter? Like, say at the end of Harry’s life, he is reborn as Anakin and vice-versa. Neither have access to the magic from their home setting, but otherwise retain their personalities and memories. Who do you think would fare better in their new life? Would it be a massive trainwreck for both?

I enjoy how you straight up ask me for two fics here, anon.

As for the answer, not well for either.

Harry Potter is Reborn as Anakin Skywalker

I'm going to go on a limb here and guess that Harry doesn't turn into a well-adjusted adult for all that he might become a productive member of society post canon.

Well, he just got reborn into brutal slavery where, only by luck, were he and his single mother not sold back to the Hutts.

Harry is bitter and angry and feels very impotent without his magic. He seems to have some magic, admittedly more than he had in his original timeline (being able to move shit around with his mind), but he also has no wand and appears to have been born in an alternate reality/some far flung future where wizards don't even appear to exist.

So, you have a really really really angry Anakin Skywalker.

I imagine he falls to the dark side long before Qui-Gon and company can land on Tatooine. Giving into his overpowering rage is what Harry does, consistently, and he's not going to realize the dangers of this here anymore than he did in his own universe.

Fueled by Anakin's power I imagine he slaughters the Hutts and just about anyone else who crosses his path. With the dark side of the Force he descends into madness and paranoia and becomes a walking, untempered, plague upon Tatooine.

I imagine Palpatine catches wind of him before the Jedi do and either murders Harrykin himeslf for being too much of a liability or grooms him into the position of apprentice (which I imagine he could do quite well as Dumbledore succeeded in this and Dumbledore isn't half the terrifying manipulator that Sheev Palpatine is).

Should Harry survive his apprenticeship, I imagine Palpatine unleashes him on the Jedi Order. As Harrykin likely never meets Padme, he never has children, which means no Luke and Leia so when the empire does come to fruition there's really nothing to motivate Harrykin to throw Palpatine out a window.

The galaxy burns.

Anakin is Reborn as Harry Potter

Anakin has a second chance at life and he's horrified. Here he'd finally killed himself and the emperor, ended his miserable existence to save his son, and now he's back. As a baby.

This is the worst thing that's ever happened to him.

Whatever second chance this is, he'll inevitably ruin it, as he does with everything in his life. Anakin is a very miserable baby who does his best to make his poor new parents equally miserable for having the misfortune of bringing him into this world.

Not to mention he appears to be sort of, kind of, cut off from the Force. Anakin, who is mostly comprised of the Force, undoubtedly feels weird, off-kilter, and like he has a gaping hole in his brain. This, this isn't right, something is terribly terribly wrong here.

He then gets to watch the tragedy of his new, terribly young, parent's betrayal and murder. It's like watching himself and Padme all over again, he sees himself in the unthinking arrogance of James Potter and so much of Padme in the shit Lily has to put up with.

Depending how much control Anakin gets over his new Not-Force, he may be able to save himself and Lily when the time comes, which leads him down a timeline where Lily desperately tries to protect her son both from Voldemort and Dumbledore's machinations (perhaps with more success as Anakin has been through this song and dance before and is a grown man stuffed into a child's body).

Otherwise, she dies, Anakin feels horrifically guilty over the death of his new, terribly young, parents and he's sent to live with the Dursleys where a very large part of him believes he deserves the shoddy treatment. For he is the worst thing to crawl upon this Earth.

This Anakin is then picked up by Hagrid and it's deja vu and he's right back to when Qui-Gon offered him a place in the Jedi Order. It's official, Anakin is in Hell. It turns out to be worse than Hell (or better) as there's no Obi-Wan equivalent, Anakin keeps finding himself searching for him but can't seem to find him. Instead, Anakin quickly realizes Dumbledore's trying to play him, continues to be absolutely miserable, and does his best not to make friends with anyone. He's successful in this.

Anakin likely does everything in his power not to confront Tom Riddle. It's not his business, this isn't Sheev Palpatine who came to power in part because of Anakin, and is not a man actively threatening his children. There will always be men like Tom Riddle and it is not Anakin's responsibility to murder them because these people are too lazy to do it themselves.

Anakin watches the world burn with a margarita in hand.

Who Fares Better?

They're both winners.

Though I'd say Anakin, while he already lost his mind in his previous life he's at least not a walking husk fueled only by rage.

[heartofspells]

hskakenfkwirkr oh my gosh!!! I want to know about every single one of them! (also I find it so funny ghost sirius and these days of dying are separate things, just WHAT is happening XD) but alas I shall choose one... May I ask about "Who Are You"?

They are separate things, I swear they are! Sirius isn't a ghost in These Days. But I love how everyone is so invested in what's happening to him, I really do.

So, Who Are You (not the permanent title) is creation that was inspired by a song (i know, i know. it's shocking). Who Are You by Aquilo. Basically, Remus and Sirius meet through James and Lily as they become an item or whatever. Sirius is instantly infatuated, but Remus can't stand Sirius. He finds him arrogant and pushy, wants nothing to do with him. But Sirius, was we know, is a persistent ass and worms his way in by learning to just be himself instead of putting on some massive production as he's so used to doing.

I don't have much of this. Literally one scene that is incomplete (and i've maybe shared before?), but you can have it!

"Get up, you tosser," says James as he barges through the front door of the flat, kicking it closed behind him enthusiastically.

Sirius startles from his sprawled position on their sofa, pulling the pillow off his face. He squints at James in annoyance.

"No, don't think I want to," he mutters and James frowns at him. "You're too eager. And you've got that look. I don't trust it."

James eyes him for a moment before kicking Sirius' ankle that's resting on the arm of the sofa. He ignores Sirius' squawks of indignation and pain as he clicks the telly off.

"Tough," states James. "We're going out. I've already rang Pete and he's going to meet us there from work. Now put some trousers on." His nose wrinkles at Sirius' bare legs, the only thing covering his dignity a pair of dubious pants.

"I don't want to put on trousers," whinges Sirius, his face forming into a pout. "Where are we going? Can't we ever go somewhere that doesn't require trousers?"

"Try France," retorts James, reaching down to pull at Sirius' limp arm, shifting him halfway off the sofa. "I hear it's lovely for your sort."

James gives a final tug, and Sirius squeals faintly as he nearly rolls to the floor, barely catching himself with one hand on the coffee table and the other sinking into the cushion of the sofa. He glares at James as he hovers in midair, his legs flailing for purchase. James smirks at him.

"Fucking hell, James," grumbles Sirius as he continues to struggle before deciding to simply let himself fall to the floor. He lands with a loud thud, grimacing as his tailbone connects with the rug roughly. James snorts a laugh and Sirius scowls at him. "Wanker."

"Haven't really had that concern since I pulled Lily," comments James as he settles on the arm of the sofa and stares down at Sirius with a smug grin.

Sirius rolls his eyes. "Yeah, of course," he mutters, his eyes turning sly. "That's why we're suddenly going through twice as much lotion. Massaging her feet, are you, Potter?"

James' cheeks flush a deep red and he looks away. "That's a bit of an exaggeration. It's not twice as much," he mumbles in embarrassment. Sirius huffs and looks at him with raised eyebrows. James throws his hands up in the air. "Can you honestly blame me?" he cries. "Look at her, she's gorgeous. She haunts me."

Sirius shakes his head as he levers himself to his feet, pulling down his pants that had ridden up in the scuffle. "Is that what all this trousers business is about?" he asks disparagingly. "Lily?"

James had once been fun, Sirius remembers, him, Sirius, and Peter holing up inside the flat on most nights or venturing out to a random pub occasionally. They'd enjoyed one another's company, pulling when they were out, but only people they didn't have much interest in, casual flings that amounted to nothing. That had changed the moment James had started working with the alluring Lily Evans, the woman taking all his attentions and affections, trying to turn her disdain into love, eventually succeeding. Sirius feels abandoned and he mopes, not hiding it from James.

James shifts under Sirius' scornful look but doesn't respond. Sirius groans.

"Why can't she come here?" he begs. "I'll put on trousers for her, but then we wouldn't have to go out and be assaulted by them." He flaps his hand at the wall, his statement and action encompassing the world and its people at large. Sirius is not one to shy away from being in the public image, but he has his moments when he simply cannot handle the rudeness of the human population.

"Absolutely not," denies James. "This place is disgusting. You're disgusting."

Sirius gawks at him. "I resent that," he says indignantly. "I'm perfectly acceptable."

"There's dried cheese on your shirt," counters James, studying Sirius like he's a failed experiment. "And something sticky at the corner of you mouth. Also, is that squirty cream in your hair? How did that even happen?"

"The can backfired on me," says Sirius, flapping his hand to wave James off. "Not important. Where are we going?"

"A pub, somewhere Lily knows. She wants to meet my friends and for me to meet hers. Well," James amends thoughtfully, "the ones we don't already work with."

Sirius' face falls. Fantastic, he thinks to himself glumly, a night spent with a load of simpering, babbling girls.

"Why would I want to spend my free time with a chittering gaggle of people I don't know?"

"It's only one friend, not a gaggle," explains James, frowning at Sirius again. "And you'll do it because no matter how much you try to act like it, you aren't selfish. You care about my happiness and that now involves Lily." Sirius doesn't have a response for that, and James' frown lifts into a smile. "Besides, Peter will be there, remember? You'll have him to distract you if Lily's friend becomes too annoying."