What’s In A Home
Can you please write an imagine where you’re not from the nicest home and you’re upset because Christmas is coming and you know you won’t be able to go home but then James Sirius notices how upset you are and invites you to the burrow for Christmas? by anon
Warning: minimal swearing
“What about you, Y/N?” Dominique Weasley asked, turning her head so her blonde hair whipped around as she faced her friend across the Slytherin table. “What are you going to do for the holidays?”
Y/N glanced up to see Domi staring at her impatiently, along with Lorcan Scamander, both of whom were her fellow Slytherins. “Oh, I’m not sure yet.”
“Well, I for one, cannot wait to go to Paris. Honestly, I love my father’s side of the family, I really do, but it will be nice to get a break from them,” Domi said, tossing her hair in such snobbish perfection only she could pull off.
“Well, I can’t wait to go to the Burrow,” Lorcan replied. “It’ll be a hell of a lot better than going hunting for a crumple-horned snorkack, I’ll tell you that much.”
Dominique pursed her lips. “You’re so rude to your family, Lorcan. It’s quite distasteful.”
“Says the snob who just admitted to being excited to escape hers.”
“You’re both idiots.” Y/N interrupted, glaring at her closest friends as they bickered once again. “At least you have a family to go home to.”
Both blondes stared wide-eyed at the girl sitting in front of them. A scowl marred her pretty face, as her eyes flashed with anger.
“Y/N,” Domi gasped. “I thought you had a family. I mean, I’ve never been to your home, but-”
“Oh come on,” Y/N scoffed, “Just because I have a family doesn’t mean I like it.”
Lorcan was interrupted as a loud voice hollered his name from across the Great Hall.
The trio turned to face another blonde who was flanked by two gingers.
Lysander Scamander was very pretty. He had thick, wavy blonde hair that was so pale it was practically white. His hair was long and thick that he the way he tossed it could rival Dominique, and the tips were dyed magenta. He was about average height and his eyes were a forest green that always seemed to sparkle. His Gryffindor tie was loose around his neck, and his robes were practically falling off his shoulders as he grinned at his twin.
Lorcan was handsome in the way Lysander was pretty. His thick hair was the same color as his twin, minus the magenta at the tips. While Lysander never seemed to have his hair out of face, Lorcan’s hair was systematically placed so he permanently looked like he just rolled out of bed. His eyes were as gray as a brewing storm, and he seemed to prefer smirking rather than the large grin his twin favored.
“How’ve you been, mates?”
James Sirius Potter grinned down at his Slytherin friends and cousin. Unlike Lorcan who worked for it, his dark red hair was constantly messy, and his nervous habit of running his hand through it never really seemed to help. He was taller than the Scamander twins and had bright green eyes, exactly like his famed father, Harry Potter, and were similarly blocked by thick lenses.
His cousin, Fred Weasley II stood next to him. He was another ginger, not that that would be a surprise seeing as he’s a Weasley. Although, he had darker skin, his hair had a reddish tinge to it, and he was even taller than James. His eyes were a bright blue as he stared at the Slytherin’s.
“You lot packed then?” he asked, mostly aiming the question at Lorcan who was the only one at the table who was going to the Burrow with the three Gryffindors.
“Yeah, we are,” Lorcan replied. He and Domi had both turned to speak to their friend again, but she was already standing.
“I’ll see you all when you get back then,” Y/N said, walking away from the table.
“Isn’t she going home for the holidays?” James asked, looking at the other two blondes. Although Y/N was a Slytherin, they were rather close friends, and she was a muggle-born.
They had met on the train on the way to Hogwarts in first year. Y/N was a small, nervous girl enraptured in the magic that was… well, magic. They had bumped into each other searching a compartment. James didn’t want to sit with anyone he knew, preferring to try and make his own friends rather than the ones he’s known for years. While he had gotten plenty of offers, they all seemed to see the child of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley rather than James.
“Oi, Potter kid! You looking for a seat, mate?”
“I’m good, thanks,” he called, turning to face where the shout had come from, running into someone in the process. He spun around quickly, green eyes wide. “I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” a sweet voice laughed. A very small girl was standing in front of him. She wore jeans and a long-sleeved shirt that was a bit too big for her. She seemed to be slightly closed in on herself in an endearing way rather than an off-putting one.
“Good, good,” James muttered, nervously running his hand through his hair. “Right, then. Nice meeting you. I’ll be going then.”
“Do you need somewhere to sit? There’s plenty of room in my compartment.”
And that was it. From that day on James Sirius Potter and Y/N Y/L/N were the best of friends- kind of. They didn’t talk all that much seeing as they were in different houses, but the pair always knew if they needed someone, the other would be there for them. For James, Y/N was always the one there when he laughed and when he cried. He knew she’d always care, and want to spend time with him, and vice versa.
Domi bit her lip, watching her friend walk away in worry. “I don’t think she is. Have you noticed Y/N never really talks about her family?”
“Yeah, I did,” Lorcan nodded. “I just figured they were a small family, no crazy stories, you know. You don’t think she has a bad family, do you?”
“I dunno,” Domi replied. The others joined in the conversation, all showing worry about their warm-hearted friend. James, however, was scowling.
“I’ll be right back,” he muttered, not sparing a glance back at his cousins and friends. James practically tripped over his feet as he followed his friend out of the Great Hall. “Y/N! Wait!”
“What, James?” she huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at her friend.
James slid into a stop in front of her, “I was just wondering if you’re alright.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“It just seems like you weren’t all that comfortable with the topic of conversation. You are going home for Christmas, aren’t you?”
Y/N groaned, making a large show of rolling her eyes. “I don’t have time for this, James.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
She had turned to walk away when James caught her wrist. “No, James, I am not going home for Christmas.”
“You’re not?!” James, for his credit, looked absolutely baffled. Although, Y/N supposed she couldn’t blame him. He loved his family and they loved him. He actually felt welcome in his own home.
“Not everyone is lucky enough to have an amazing homelife, Potter,” she sneered before stalking off.
Y/N knew what she said was cruel and that James didn’t deserve it, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. After being constantly surronded by the Weasleys and the Scammander Brothers, she admitably felt a bit jealous at the large sense of family they all shared. All she had was an older sister who cared more about her stings of boyfriends, and a mother who constantly cheated on her drunk of a husband. Y/N knew that her sucky life wasn’t James’ fault, but it was rather nice to take it out on someone else.
She continued to wander, not really paying attention to where she was going. Her thoughts were all she noticed as she sulked. That is, until she ran into someone in the fourth floor hallway. Y/N looked up from her to see James staring at her.
“Have you been following me?”
James’ signature smirk fell into place as he looked at his friend. “Well, can you blame me? You left before we could finsih our conversation.”
“I thought we already had,” Y/N rolled her eyes again.
“Nope. I refuse to accept that you won’t be going home for Christmas.”
“That’s not really any of your business, James.”
“Sure it is! I-”
“James, you have no idea what my home is like! The only thing you can associate with your home is your siblings and parents and cousins and aunts and uncles and they all care about you! I don’t have that. All I have is a slutty sister, a cheating mother, and an alcoholic father who don’t give a damn about me!”
“Then that’s not your home.”
Y/N blinked. “What?”
“A home has people who care about you and want to spend time with you. They’re people who are with you when you laugh and are with you when you cry. A home is where people love you. It’s like that cheesy saying- your home is where your heart is.”
Y/N chuckled. James always had the strangest way of making her feel better. “Then just where is my home, Potter?”
Adorable childish excitement lit up James’ face as he replied, “The Burrow, of course! Which means you’ll be going home for Christmas.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re coming to the Burrow for Christmas, and I won’t take no for an answer!”
Y/N giggled as James pulled her into a hug, hollering for her to give in. Laughing loudly as people stared, she agreed quite easily.
The next day, Y/N sat next to James in their compartment filled with Weasleys and Scammanders. Grinning, she looked around at her friends. Lorcan was flirtting with Domi as she scoffed at him. Freddie and Lysander were playing a dangerous game of Exploding Snap, while James slept next to her, and Y/N felt her heart lift. It seemed like she finally found her home.
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