James Sirius Potter fends off his mother’s nervous hands straightening his jumper, while his dad chuckles at the scene from a safe distance. Some bloody war hero Harry was, James thought darkly, afraid of….okay, an admittedly equally intimidating war hero.
“Mom, enough, everyone’s already staring,” James begs only to be startled when she complies. James knows before he even looks that all is not as it should be.
The entire platform is frozen. Older kids rushing to greet friends. New kids shyly introducing themselves in already filled compartments. Unshed tears threatening to spill, but never dropping. Hagrid pets Scorpius Malfoy’s clearly nonregulation teacup komodo dragon. But fear only strikes James’s heart when he sees that Harry is frozen just like the rest of them.
“H-hello,” James calls out, newly procured wand in hand, without the slightest inclination of how to fix this.
JAMES. Nothing has moved, but it feels like the dreary English fog is shuddering around him.
AAYYYYYYYY YOOOOOOOO JAMES. IT’S LIKE YOUR CREATOR OR WHATEVER. I GUESS YOU COULD TECHNICALLY WORSHIP ME AS YOUR GOD. BUT DON’T, I GOT OTHER SHIT GOING ON. IT’S TOO EXHAUSTING TO RULE AN ENTIRE POCKET UNIVERSE IN MY SPARE TIME.
“Uhhhhh….okay I won’t?” squeaks James as he circles around, a lost puppy caught between fight and flight.
HAHA EXCELLENT, I KNEW YOU’D FEEL ME FAM, THAT’S WHY I LIKE YOU BEST OUT OF ALL THESE TERRIBLY NAMED SPAWN. ANYWAAAAAAAAY, JUST POPPED IN TO SAY GOOD LUCK AT HOGWARTS, DON’T FLY A CAR TO SCHOOL, RUN AWAY FROM ALL TROLLS, POLYJUICE POTION IS FOR CONSENTING ADULTS AND….YOU KNOW WHAT JUST NEVER DO ANYTHING YOUR PARENTS AND THIER FRIENDS DID, AND YOU’LL BE FINE.
James peers nervously into the distance, “Thanks….creepy voice in the sky that can stop time and space.”
CALL ME JK, YOUNG BLOOD. ACTUALLY DON’T CALL ME, YOU’RE NOT EVEN REALLY SUPPOSED TO KNOW I EXIST.
The platform unfreezes around him and James is once again caught in Ginny’s unyielding grasp, this time focused on fixing his hair.
Later, after James is settled into a carriage for the first of many journeys on the Hogwarts Express, he quietly whispers, “JK?” The Hogwarts Express stands perfectly still, even though the English countryside outside is a ferocious blur.
NEW PHONE WHO DIS?