In our language we don’t say “Always”, we say “Lily, take Harry and go!” which translates into “I will die for you without allowing my disrespectful obsession to destroy your family and hate on your abused child” and I think that is beautiful.
During seventh year, people often assumed they were in love. They always laughed when someone said it out loud.
It wasn’t at all unimaginable of course, and they could see why.
Since their friendship formed after they were partnered together in Potions, they’d formed quite the bond.
He’d always ask her to dance first at parties in the Common Room, and she’d always accept with a grin. Together they’d flail their arms and legs around whilst laughing hysterically at one another, because they could both dance extremely well really. They just chose not to show it.
And of course, it’d been her who had jumped on his back on the morning of his birthday, singing Happy Birthday loudly and more out of tune than anyone thought possible, before she presented him with his present - a Beatles record. He’d hugged her for an extraordinary amount of time after that, and proclaimed her the best woman in the world.
On her birthday, he’d set off fireworks in the Great Hall, and forced a group of first years to sing a much more in-tune rendition of Happy Birthday. He’d then given her a small lily charm for her bracelet. She’d nearly cried, and kissed his cheek (he had definitely not blushed).
She’d pulled him away from the fights he’d get into with Slytherins, and clean him up afterwards. He’d hugged her whilst she’d cried after another fight with Snape, and promised to charm his hair whatever colour would make her feel better.
But of course, Lily Evans and Sirius Black were not in love.
Because they were best friends, and the love they held for each other was platonic and nothing more.
As after those first few dances, it would be James who would ask Lily to slow dance, and she’d blush and gracefully accept it because they hadn’t told each other how they felt yet. Meanwhile, Sirius would make several attempts to make Remus dance with him, because how could he pick one girl?
And on James’ birthday, she’d grabbed his hand when she first saw him in the morning (because by now they’d told each other), and not let go until it was utterly necessary. She’d charmed balloons to follow him around all day, and given him a “Birthday King” plastic crown. Her present to him was tickets to see the Quidditch World Cup, and he’d been soon to repeat Sirius’ declaration of her Best Woman In The World stance.
On Lily’s birthday, James had convinced the House Elves to make her favourite for breakfast (red velvet cheesecake), and serve pancakes at lunch AND dinner. He’d also been the one to give her the charm bracelet, with a small golden heart charm hanging off the very center. She’d kissed him for an awful long time afterwards.
And when she dragged Sirius away from the fights, her other hand was usually clasped tightly around James’, unless he had hold of Sirius’ other arm. And the only reason it had been Sirius comforting her after her fight with Snape was because James was in Dumbledoor’s office for punching Snape square in the nose after the argument, and then placed straight into detention. When he’d returned late that night, he’d taken over by whispering “I love you”’s and pressing small kisses to the top of head.
Because Lily Evans was not in love with Sirius Black, she was in love with James Potter, very much so.
Sirius Black on the other hand, was in love with the Beatles and his secret motorbike, but that is another story.
She was like a ray of sun––when she came to pick up little Harry, all of the fathers looked around to stare at her. She was so young; everything about her was young and bright, the way she wore denim jackets, t-shirts and chuck taylors, the way her hair floated around her arms like a fiery halo, the way her eyes were green and sprightly. She was loving, she kissed her little boy and told him stories as they walked home, holding hands, a bag with schoolbooks suspended on her arm.
He was so young. Tall and handsome, messing his hair in a careless way, he seemed so unresponsible as he laughed and smirked and chatted with his son’s friends. All of the mothers whispered enviously, he must’ve left her with a child. But then, they’d show up together, and the way they bickered and the way he kissed her freckled nose and she rolled her eyes, it was so vivid, so obvious that they were in love.
They are the OTP of OTPs to me. I love them to bits since I saw the first movie. Always has, always will. Until the very end. Tumblr just made it worse.
“He fancies you, James Potter fancies you! And he’s not…everyone thinks…big Quidditch hero —"
"I know James Potter’s an arrogant toerag. I don’t need you to tell me that."
Lily: “You’re as bad as he is…”
James: “What! I’d NEVER call you a — you-know-what!”
Lily: “Messing up your hair because you think it looks cool to look like you’ve just got off your broomstick, showing off with that stupid Snitch, walking down corridors and hexing anyone who annoys you just because you can — I’m surprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me SICK.”
Lily: “You’ve been so brave.”
James: “You are nearly there. Very close. We are… so proud of you.”
[Voldemort] was over the threshold as James came sprinting down the hall. It was easy, too easy, he had not even picked up his wand …
"Lily, take Harry and go! It’s him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off -"
Hold him off, without a wand in his hand! … He laughed before casting the curse …
Harry: “How come she married him? She hated him!”
Sirius: “Nah, she didn’t.”
Remus: “She started going out with him in seventh year.”
But imagine that Lily would always tease James about how a Chaser is fine and all but he isn't as important as the Seeker. And James would just sulk and tell Lily that she knew nothing, Chasers were just as important, thankyou very much. And then Harry would go to Hogwarts and become the youngest Seeker in a century. The entire Potter household would break into the debate then, Lily and Harry teaming up to constantly pull James’ leg. And Harry would get all sassy about it, “Oh dad, what’s your highest individual score in a match? Mine is 150. Pretty much the reason we won the cup this year.” Lily would laugh at this and James would sulk in a corner.
And then they would go to the Quidditch World Cup where Krum would catch the snitch, but Ireland would win the Cup. And then James would not stop rubbing it in Lily’s and Harry’s face about how he was right all along. And how it were the Chasers who helped the team win the world championship. Lily and Harry would just argue back saying it happened once. But James would just shake his head and cackle in victory. And then Chaser vs. Seeker would become the ultimate Potter household debate.
Now stop imagining and realize that Harry saw Barty Crouch Jr. pretty much announce Voldemort’s return when he went to watch the Quidditch World Cup finals instead of arguing with his dad while his mom laughed along and poked his dad in the sides. BECAUSE PETER FUCKING PETTIGREW.
“Yeah, I see what you mean, Remus,” said a bald black wizard standing furthest back - he had a deep, slow voice and wore a single gold hoop in his ear - “he looks exactly like James.”“‘Except the eyes,” said a wheezy-voiced, silver-haired wizard at the back. “Lily’s eyes.”
It’s the year 2022, James Sirius Potter gets in a spat with Draco Malfoy and unknowingly steps into his memories. And there, in the dark corner of Draco Malfoy’s mind, where the hidden and lost memories are kept, we see a green eyed boy with a scar on his forhead and hair the colour of raven point his wand at the young Malfoy’s chest and scream Sectumsempra! There is blood everywhere, the silver haired boy collapses and before James knows what’s happening, he is back in the present facing a man he has always detested.
Poor James, his father’s persona falls to pieces. Forget the fact that his father is appreciated by bigger and better people. This one memory, taken out of context, is the one that decides Harry James Potter’s character for us. There is an uproar. The fandom declares Draco Malfoy is bullied, they argue that he switched sides in the end and regretted what he had done. Harry Potter is deemed a bully and a man who harassed poor little Malfoy. Nobody knows why Ginny decided to marry Harry Potter. She must be a bitch. Harry Potter was a stereotypical jock and Ginny Weasley was stereotypical cheerleader. Screw what the rest of the characters and text tells us. Screw everything.
You know why this would make more sense? a) We don’t know if Draco actually bullied kids when he grew up. There is a chance that he didn’t. Snape did.
Except this still wouldn’t make sense. Just like most other arguments by Snape apologists trying to trash James and his and Lily’s relationship.
Q. James patronus is a stag and Lily’s a doe is that a coincidence? J.K. Rowling: No, the Patronus often mutates to take the image of the love of one’s life (because they so often become the ‘happy thought’ that generates a Patronus).
“Tease him.” Remus says simply, looking at Lily as if this is the most obvious thing in the world.
“I already tease him every day. Sirius teases him every day. Peter teases him every day. Youtease him every day. McGonagall teases him every day. I want to snog him, not become his third year crush.” The redhead laments and then glares at Remus when his sympathetic smile becomes a fully-fledged grin. “It’s not funny.” She mutters, trying to ignore the fact that she sounds like a sulking Sirius Black.
Her companion raises his eyebrow as if to say “Oh, it is.” and Lily is grateful for the arrival of the other three Marauders at that moment. They flop down into the spare seats at the table and Lily refuses to meet James’ eye, instead staring resolutely at her Potions book.
It’s hard to continue the conversation she had started in the library with Remus because where one Marauder is, there’s always another. Two days later though, Monday, and the opportunity arises.
James is at Quidditch practice, Peter is serving detention for a forgotten piece of homework and Sirius is trying to get rid of the ink pot someone had charmed to chase him around, knocking him over the head. Last Lily saw, he was diving out of the portrait hole. The fourth Marauder is, however, sitting in the corner of the common room with a list perching on his knee and when Lily sees this, she doesn’t waste any time in pulling up a chair opposite him and snatching the list away.
Remus looks up at her and frowns. “I’d advise you against reading that. It might spoil the surprise for Friday.” Lily doesn’t spare the parchment a glance, just drops it into her lap.
“I need to talk to you."
"Because that’s not obvious at all.”
“Oh, shut up.” She’s about to start talking properly when he puts his quill behind his ear and crosses his arms.
“Was it you who charmed the pot to follow Sirius?” Remus asks. Lily looks at her feet and back up at him, holding back a grin. The boy laughs and rolls his eyes. “Really that desperate to snog James, are you?”
“I’m not desperate,” Lily says, indignant, “I just need to get him to ask me out."
"But you wouldn’t mind a snog would you."
"Don’t be an arse.” She shoots back and Remus grins again. In only the past week the werewolf has been cornered by James at least twenty times to discuss Lily and the redhead herself has managed to catch him alone a good half a dozen times. He’s had to listen to hundreds of variations of “It’s unfair. How can a girl be so pretty and clever and funny and kind. I mean Sirius is an arse so that makes sense, but with Lily… she’s bloody perfect.” and “I don’t get how I messed up so bad… he fancied me before and now all I can think about his how bloody perfect his hair is and how the stupid tosser’s so witty and funny and wonderful.”
Yet neither of them have thought to just simply ask the other about their feelings. He finds it both funny and kind of sad that one minute he’s being sworn to secrecy by Lily to not tell anyone a single word and the next minute he’s being held to Marauder’s honor by James to not tell anyone a single word.
Happy birthday to the boy with the messy hair and hazel eyes. Happy birthday to the boy who wanted to get into Gryffindor and make his dad proud. Happy birthday to the spoilt brat who was the only son born to a privileged aging couple. Happy birthday to the boy who instantly took a disliking to greasy hair. Happy birthday to the mischief maker who became brothers with a rebel, not by blood but bond.
Happy birthday to the friend who did not let family backgrounds define friendship. Happy birthday to the confidant who did not let social stigma rule over the kindness in a boy’s heart. Happy birthday to the mate who made sure that he protects the boy who could have been an easy target. Happy birthday to the lover who did not allow political statements to become more important than the feeling of the universe melting in each and every cell of his body when that redhead so much as smiled. Happy birthday to the arrogant teenager who used to get carried away sometimes.
Happy birthday to the schoolboy who deemed some things more important than law - things like a friend’s pain during lycanthropy. Happy birthday to the rival who defined some things more important than senseless school rivalries - things like saving a life. Happy birthday to the pureblood who rated some things more important than political agendas - things like diversity of blood and living and letting live.
Happy birthday to the mate who held him arms open when his brother told him that he ran away from home. Happy birthday to the young boy who chose to become a benefactor of a friend who might not be able to get employment. Happy birthday to the protector who trusted his friend with his life. Happy birthday to the boyfriend who married the love of his life when he wasn’t even twenty one.
Happy birthday to the man who could have walked away but chose not to. Happy birthday to the dork that used nicknames at fifteen. Happy birthday to soldier who fought a war at eighteen. Happy birthday to the human who valued loyalty above everything else. Happy birthday to the husband who stood next to her wife in any and every battle that life threw at them. Happy birthday to the spouse who once felt romantically threatened by a Giant Squid. Happy birthday to the lad who doodled L.E on parchment corners. Happy birthday to the lucky sod who changed those initials. Happy birthday to the father who, born a fighter, decided to go into hiding because nothing was more important than his family. Happy birthday to the parent who made colourful smoke appear out of his wand just to see his baby giggle. Happy birthday to the adult who was proud that his baby on the broomstick annoyed the cat because he wanted to see him become a great quidditch player.
Happy birthday to the warrior whose bravery was acknowledged by the Darkest Wizard to ever live. Happy birthday to the fighter who fought off the Dark Lord thrice. Happy birthday to the man who wasn’t able to do it a fourth time, but chose his last breaths to scream to his wife to run with their child, because he was ready to die protecting them.
Happy Birthday to the man who stayed until the very end.