"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am. I am. I am."
violet. 21. she/her. gryffindor. enfj. gemini sun. aquarius moon&rising. music fanatic. aesthetic hoe™. usually found crying over the found family trope and good character development. really passionate about a lot of different things. wants to leave a mark upon the world. daydreams 24/7. soulmate of october ♥
“This your impersonation of me?” James, who had not been leaning in the doorway a second ago, now was.
She does a very poor job of not smiling. “Seeing as this is the worst I’ve ever looked I think you’ve just accidentally insulted yourself there.”
“Whose insulted?” he grins, shrugs, hands in his pockets, “You look pretty.”
This is completely not on. “I can see why you need the glasses.”
He rolls his eyes. “You really need a new charms partner. Hobson’s now physically maiming you.”
“Hobson’s fine as long as he doesn’t have to pronounce any hard r’s.” Lily fingers the end of her hair. “I look like a walking corpse. Not even the ghosts look this pale.”
He’s looking at her with this flitting sort-of grin on his face, arms still folded. “I can fix it if you want.”
“Something funny?” she dares him, not working at all hard on not smiling.
“You? Funny?” He scoffs, “Never.”
“Git. Also, you can’t fix it. Flitwick said I’d have to wait for it to wear off.”
James tutted, “You really never any faith in me, huh.” He pulls his wand out of his back pocket and flicks it, all lazy, and she feels like she’s been doused with lukewarm water. Her hair, formerly as dark as asphalt, was back to red.
She touches the ends, looks up and stares at him. He’s looking back at her, and she can tell he’s doing his best to be cool. His shoulders are all tense, that’s his tell. He’s quick but he’s never calm about it. It all matters so much to him. “If an hour from now my whole body goes green and my brain falls out my mouth you best believe we’ll be having words.”
“Can’t be having words if you don’t have a brain.” He points out.
“I’ll find a way.” She says, and he snorts, arms folded again. “Thanks, by the way. I’ll try not to be weirded out that you know more than our literal charms professor. “
James smiles. “I have a vested interest.”
“In what? Making Flitwick out of a job?”
“Impressing you.” he says, pushing himself off the door with one hand. Christ. This is really, really not on now. He’s can barely fit in the doorframe he’s that tall, another inch and he’d be ducking.
“Do you have a book where you can write all these lines down? I wouldn’t want them to go to waste.”
“Nah” he shrugs, turning away down the hall, “they’re all Sirius’ anyway.”
She smiles now, properly, because he’s gone and she can’t feel bad about leading him on if he’s not in the room to see how funny she thinks he is. She faces back to the mirror, her hair the same as it has always been. You couldn’t tell it had ever been any different.
“Evans,” she turns around and just his head is round the door, hand on the frame, “Wasn’t kidding before.”
“About what?”
“About you being pretty.” He’s almost a bit pink, if she squints. “You literally always are.” He’s gone before she can say anything, so she’s just sat on the bed, staring after him. Jesus, her face is warm. This is so not on and yet it is somehow, on, in the biggest way, and she is in the biggest trouble.
james didn’t have time to think about anything but his beautiful wife and his wonderful son. he didn’t have time to think about sirius, and how he would take the fall for peter’s betrayal. he didn’t have time to think about why peter would’ve betrayed them. he didn’t have time to think about how remus would have to undergo his transformations alone. all he could think about was harry, the little boy he loved so deeply, and lily, the woman he was fighting to save.
lily had time. she had time to hear james’ body hit the floor and think about peter’s betrayal and about sirius, who would undoubtedly go to azkaban, and remus, who would be alone. she had time to think about all the damage that had been done, and she turned to her pride and joy and said “you are loved.”
A Concept; James Potter waking up his wife with a soft kiss and breakfast in bed in the morning of her 58th birthday while their kids and grandchildren go over any last minute details for her birthday party along with Sirius, Remus, Marlene and the rest of the gang.
forever bitter b/c the moment motherfucking drama queen sirius black chose to find his Chill™ was that precise second when his desperate, distraught, despondent godson asked him to explain thoroughly and in detail how exactly it was that his mother and father got together because his mother OBVIOUSLY hated his father.
Alternative ‘nah, she didn’t’ canon-plausible Sirius reactions:
grabbing Floo Harry by the shoulders and saying, “harry, your mum loved your dad as much as i loved my motorbike.”
listing places he caught them snogging
giving an overly detailed three hour oral history of their romance
or a three minute oral history in musical form
harry, has anyone had the talk with you? do you know what sexual tension is? (remus: sit down, sirius.)
reciting from memory the half written sonnet james had started for lily for seventh year valentine’s day, which he made the fatal mistake of chucking in the bin for sirius to find instead of burning it to erase all evidence
forcing remus to be lily and doing a dramatic reenactment of james proposing
Please tell me someone has written any/all of these? Because they’re all hilarious.
No but I’d take a comic or 10
👌😂 lol @snapslikethis I don’t have time for full comics but this did inspire a doodle dump
You are the love of my life
…you know what…this is it. This is the post that won the internet. I think we’re all done here now….
My skin is clear, my bank account is balanced, I am at peace
Since his birthday was only four days after Halloween, James and Lily were probably planning to invite Sirius over to celebrate because they were protected by the charm and ofcourse they’d be willing to let him in on the secret and he probably thought he was going to spend his 22nd birthday with three people he loved more than anything in the world
it’s so much worse than that because the potters had no invisibility cloak, so unless they conjured food straight from sirius’s flat, they were dependent on him and peter to bring them everything.
Lily: here’s my grocery list.
Sirius: eggs, flour, sugar, some candles, milk
Sirius: this looks suspiciously like birthday cake ingredients
Lily: i don’t know what you’re talking about
Sirius: can you make chocolate instead?
Lily: fine
But the presents though.
Sirius: what about my present
Lily: our presence is your present.
Sirius: bullshit.
Lily: You can swear in front of Harry and I won’t let James scold you for it.
we have james, who is confident about himself. he’s loyal to his friends. he broke the law so his friend would not have to be alone during his worst nights every month. he’s really smart; one of the creators of a live map of the castle, that also mentions names of everyone in the school like? wow. but he was also a bully. caused people public humiliation. but he learned and became a better person. he changed because he acknowledged his flaws and understood for himself why what he did was wrong. he was also that dorky guy that doodled his crushes’ name on tests.
and we have lily. who takes no shit and knows she deserves the best of the best. she’s smart - highly spoken about by professors, yet also gets in trouble. she’s the best friend anyone can have. she stands up for what she believes in. pushed away a toxic person from her life. also, she was able to look past at what a person (james) used to be, and respect the person as who they are now - bc tbh, it’s not easy to change your opinion on someone especially if they used to be a bully.
they’re both strong and independent people. together, they’re unstoppable :”))
the potters had been in hiding for months. james had taken to pacing the front room, looking angrily out of the window every few minutes for some imagined threat. lily sat on the sofa trying to read a book, one ear to the enchanted charm that projected harry’s breathing down to her, next to the muggle baby monitor she had insisted on buying ‘just in case’. they both had their wands in their belts.
did they know that was the night they were to be betrayed?
somewhere else, sirius black and peter pettigrew were deep in discussion, only one aware of the role he was to play later that day. sirius’ mind was full of worry, suspicion towards the one he loved most of all clouding his judgement. peter was oddly calm, something sirius realised too late, moments too late, laughing in the arms of the men taking him to azkaban. words were spoken; a secret transferred. their fate was sealed.
did they know that he was coming for their son?
halloween night. lily had been raised in the muggle world - she remembered halloween celebrations as a child, dressing up in homemade costumes and bobbing apples in her mother’s house with her family. james was a little bemused by the whole affair, but played along. they decorated the house as best they could, dressing harry up in an oversized wizard hat and playing all the games lily could remember until it was time to put him to bed.
did they know that, outside, evil was sweeping through the streets?
he chose the one night of the year where he could go incognito among the muggles. clad in dark robes, voldemort made his way to the address his servant had told him, a small smile on his thin lips. there were lights on in the windows - but nobody there but the couple and the child, he knew that too. it would be almost too easy.
and by then, it was far too late.
james was the first. he fell in a flash of light, shouting for his loved ones to be safe. lily stood between the man she had feared all this time and the son she loved, tears in her eyes and a wand in her hand. she fell, too, in front of the cot where the boy lay, staring up at the world with wide eyes.
did they know who their son would grow up to be, the boy who lived and died and lived again?
years later, harry returned to the home he could not remember, to the place where he almost died. he looked upon the grave of his parents and remembered all he had lost - sirius, albus, dobby, hedwig, james, lily, countless people who had lived and died in his name. maybe he shed a tear; maybe he did not. he stood, and he thought, and he remembered.
did they know, the potter family, that they would go down in history?
