Let's reverse the roles, eh?

I for one am sick of the way the fandom is characterizing James and Lily and how every Jily story (I was guilty of this as well) is all about James trying to crack Lily’s shell and showing her how to have fun.

Man does that get boring after a while!

So let’s reverse these roles.

Write some stories about James going through a hard time. Maybe his parents are sick. Maybe they died. Maybe he went through a really bad breakup. Maybe the world is getting darker and people are dying and he’s only seventeen and still in school and he might not live to graduation and it’s all getting to him and he’s lost that mischievous spark, that thrill of adventure, that smile.

And who should help him but Lily? The woman who can still manage to smile, even as her world is crumbling around her. The woman who can see the light when there appears to be nothing but darkness. The woman who can make him laugh - genuinely laugh - until he’s doubled over, gasping for breath. The woman who is still so optimistic about magic and remains fascinated by it and just seeing her face light up whenever she sees something amazing is enough for James’ face to light up. Give me the Lily who can see the good in anyone, especially when they can’t see it themselves. Give me a happy, optimistic, kind, Lily who knows how to have fun. Give me the Lily who is able to make a Marauder smile again.

(For the love of the literary Gods, stop writing the boring, stuck-up, proper, Lily who does nothing but scream at James or roll her eyes and huff as everyone is having fun around her. I hate that Lily.)

Please welcome the cast of “Severus Snape and the Marauders”

From left to right:

Mick Ignis as Severus Snape

Paul Stanko as Remus Lupin

Garrett Schweighauser as James Potter

Dani Jae as Lily Evans

Kevin Allen as Sirius Black

Zachary David as Peter Pettigrew


New posters and character pictures coming soon! Kickstarter launches November 8th!

On Pins and Needles

"Lily, would you please stop fidgeting, you’re making me twitchy!"

"Please, like you’re not glancing at your watch or the window every five seconds James Potter. "

"Well," he sputtered. Okay he was anxious too. He wanted this since he was four. She wanted this since she knew it existed. They were both fidgety.

"Well, you’re making me more nervous I feel like I want to pee my pants."


"I can’t curse now can I, or Harry or Elvendork will hear."

"For the last time we are not naming our unborn child Elvendork."

"It would keep the boys away from here though." James grumbled darkly. 

"It might be another boy you know, with my luck…"

"No, nuh-uh. The only reason I got Harry was because there was a war and Voldemort almost killed us all. Now that my life is peachy, I am going to get six daughters who all look like you and Harry, Moony, Padfoot and I won’t be enough to swat all those meddlesome boys away."

She saw the grimace in his face and laughed maniacally at the image of James with six daughters. If she had to push them out, he had to suffer the worry and anxiety, but that would turn his hair gray and she loved his hair.

"You can’t stop our kids from dating."

"I can if I’m an Auror stationed at Hogsmeade. No boy will touch my babies. NEVER. EVER!"

"And what if I don’t want Harry to date?"

"That’s completely differe-"

James stopped, gulped loudly and turned to look at Lily with horrified eyes.

"Different? Because our son has a penis and our daughter does not?"

He stooped low to her belly and pressed a long, warm kiss to the protruding bulge.

"Sorry baby. Daddy did not mean to be sexist."

"Better. Now you just remember that honey."

"But you can’t date ‘till you’re thirty"

Lily giggled at her husband and bent down to kiss his head, nuzzled against their now happily kicking daughter obviously talking to her dad.

"Merlin, she’s at at again. Why does it that our children love you best?"

She grumbled, rubbing at the incessant fetus bouncing in joy all over her bladder at the sound of her daddy’s voice.

It was a calm moment until their front door crashed open followed by the stampeding footsteps of their four year old son.

"Mommy, Daddy! Helga bwought the mail!"

Harry was currently two front teethless, as such, he was having trouble rolling his r’s which irritated him to no end since he can’t say his own name properly, lest his father decided to rename him Hawwy.

James stood up and hauled their son in his arms, nipping away at the envelopes clutched in his dirty hands and tossing them to Lily.

"You read them, too scared. Where’s Uncle Padfoot hmm buddy?"

"He’s chasing buttewfwies! Ugh dad, when’s my teeth comin’ back!!!"

Harry mournfully hugged his dad and sniffled.

"I’ll write the tooth-man again. In the meantime, let’s aks mummy what Helga brought us today,"

He turned to Lily who was beaming at him.

"We got it! Potter manor is ready for inhabitants! We can take the kids home!"

"Ow! Merlin’s sweaty ballllllllllllcaps," he sent a glare at Lily’s direction, "we can finally go home! There are slim pickings for a dog out here in Godric’s Prongs."

It was another day at the Potter household. Noisy, filled with galleons going in the Uncle Padfoot Swore Again Jar with the occasional dirt being carried in by Uncle Moony when he gave Harry a “horsey ride” in the backyard and minor panics when Elvendork Potter kicked ferociously at the heavily pregnant Lily. But it was home, and it was worth the wait.

He should have known it was coming, really. When his parents smuggled him through the back door in the dead of night, it had been fairly clear that Remus was no longer welcome in Godric’s Hollow.

So I wrote this for Scarlett for her birthday, and I’m actually pretty pleased with it so here it is on AO3. 

(also I feel like transpadfoot, fitofhonesty and girlwith1oneeye might appreciate it) 

"Debauchery," Part One

Short jily fic, prompt mine


            James Potter was dangerous. That’s what people told Lily, anyway—that he’d set a fire under a cauldron full of explosives, if it was next to the right person. And James Potter was charismatic. He could get any girl or any boy, and leave them just as quickly. James Potter could never be bored, James Potter didn’t like to live anything simple or easy, James Potter was intoxicated by the thought of anything wild and joyful. No one told Lily those last few things, but she knew. She was more perceptive than people gave her credit for. So it fit in with everything about James that he might get drunk once in a while.

            Lily Evans was quiet. That’s what everyone knew, anyway—that she studied and worked hard, dated nice boys, got good grades. And Lily Evans was beautiful, skilled, and Muggleborn. These were the things James knew. They had talked, sure, but Lily’s walls (around him at least) were as hard as the emeralds that shimmered in the color of her eyes. And James was less perceptive than anyone gave him credit for. Charm and the occasional prank did not help him navigate a minefield of interpersonal connection.

            James wasn’t surprised when Lily turned down his invitation to a Halloween party. It was their seventh year at Hogwarts, and this tended to split people into several camps. Some spent every moment preparing for exams and for their futures. Some clung to their friends and lovers, knowing that at the end of this year, everything would change. Some, like James and Sirius, knew all about exams and futures and changes, and preferred to forget about them. So they had parties. A lot of parties. It was easy to get alcohol, not difficult to distract teachers and bribe prefects, and occasionally possible to get into the Room of Requirement. Their parties were already infamous by the time word got out about the Halloween one.

            It was also possibly infamous how James and Sirius had ended up with different girls, and sometimes boys, every time. And how heartbreak and drama surrounded them like clouds. In fact, they’d been nicknamed Heartless One and Heartless Two. Their parties were hardly the sort of parties Lily Evans, Head Girl and Gryffindor prefect, darling of Hogwarts, would have wanted to attend. But they were the sort of parties James Potter, Head Boy and Quidditch Captain, loved to throw, and they were the kind where he could drown some of his sorrows concerning the aforementioned beautiful Head Girl. Sirius told him he was a masochist to keep inviting her, and James, as usual, did not listen at all.

            He cornered Lily for the third in a third-floor corridor, on October 30th. “Come on, Evans, it’ll be fun!”

            “The kind of ‘fun’ you lot get up to is the opposite of fun the next morning.” She ducked under his arm and crossed her own arms over her chest, looking up at him defiantly.

            James grinned. “We’ll be good. Just ‘cause you’re there.”

            “Well, I guess you’ll have to be bad, then, because I’m not coming.”

            “You can’t possibly study all Halloween night!” He put on a face of exaggerated shock. “Live a little!”

            Lily did not laugh. “I have plans, actually.”

            “What plans could you possibly have?”

            “I think you’ll find it’s possible I could do many things you don’t understand, Potter. Not everyone wants to come get drunk off their arses and be groped by you all night.”

            “Well, I certainly can’t think of any better way to spend a fine Halloween night.”

            “I can think of several, and I’ll probably do them all.” She turned and walked away, calling over her shoulder, “I have class! Later!”

            James ran after her. “Wait! Evans, wait. Please.”


            He took a deep breath. “Can I come to whatever your plans are?”

            She looked amused, and his stomach made an odd clenching feeling. “Look, it’s not that I don’t like you, Potter—”

            “Then spend Halloween with me. Please. You’ve been diligent all term, I’ve been crazy and unfocused all term. Please just let me get to know you somewhere on even ground.” The words tumbling out of his mouth surprised him. Slow down, Potter.

            “We do know each other. We’ve known each other for the past six years.”

            “Not really. And some of it’s been bad.” She winced and he made a mental note to smack himself over the head later. She doesn’t need to hear about Severus right now, idiot. “It’s just…I know I’ve asked you out a lot, in stupid, silly ways. But I think you’re beautiful, and I really would like to get to know you better.” He smiled, making a conscious effort to turn some of his charm back on.

            “It’s just.” She paused, frowning.

            “What is it? Can I help?”

            “I’ve never actually been drunk before.”

            James got about halfway through a guffaw before he saw the look on her face. “Er, I’m sorry. It’s just—I can’t imagine.”

            “I know full well you can’t, Heartless One.”

            It was his turn to wince. “That’s unfair. But—also, you know what—kind of fair.”

            She nodded.

            “How about this? I’ll ditch the damned party and we’ll find somewhere you won’t walk into anything, and you can get drunk. Bring a friend, if you like. Nothing special, no pressure, just three mates sharing the bounteous joys of alcohol.”

            “I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous in my life.”

            “I know you’ve been hearing about me for a while, so I’m pretty sure you have.”

            She gasped. “You’re an asshole, James Potter.”

            He sighed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please? Just give me a chance?”

            “Fine. I’ll be ridiculous. One time. You bring a friend as well.”

            James grinned, his mood rapidly lightening again. “It’s a date! Shit. I mean, it’s—See you tomorrow night, Evans.”

            She gave him a half smile. “See you.”

Please reblog and/or follow if you liked this, I am just getting back into writing this stuff and I would love to know how it is received. I will try to post similar things every day, as well as my poetry and excerpts from current novels. Thanks, lovelies <3 

things you may have forgotten because of the movies/fanon
  • luna lovegood has dirty blonde hair (book 5, chapter 10)
  • lily potter has dark red hair (book 1, chapter 12)
  • neville longbottom has blond hair (JKR interview)
  • hermione granger has bushy hair (book 1, chapter 6)
  • james potter is tall (book 1, chapter 12)
  • at seventeen, harry potter is the same height as his father so he is also tall (book 7, chapter 34)
  • peter pettigrew is fat (book 3, chapter 10)
  • severus snape has yellow-ish teeth (book 3, chapter 14)
  • ginny weasley is fucking awesome (books 1-7)

I just know that the first weeks after Harry was born Sirius would sneak in their house after they went to bed and go sleep on the floor next to Harry as Padfoot, and that whenever Harry started to wake up and cry Sirius would pick him up and calm him so he wouldn’t wake his parents.

Lily and James just thought Harry was a very easy baby.