lily anna evans potter

So I saw a post about how James Potter would never grow old and had an overwhelming feeling of “FIGHT ME”, and then I realized that the fandom never talks about what it would be like if he grew old, they just say they’re sad he didn’t…so here are elderly James Potter headcanons.

  • He’s super, super vivacious. It’s like he never ages except he clearly does because hair is gray and he has a cane and has some back problems. But he never loses his zest for life.
  • He goes to equality protests with the rest of the Marauders (which DOES include Lily) all the time, and tells the leaders that “he’ll hit anyone with a cane”.
  • Which he would, because he has
  • He fantasized about getting a sword installed in the cane. He once spent twenty minutes looking up places to do that, only to have Lily confront him later with a “please get me a sword, too”
  • So he did, and sometimes they do battles in the front yard until something happens to someone’s back.
  • James is that old guy that goes to quidditch matches all the time. The Chudley Cannons are in town? Whup, let’s go. He has this thing where he screams at the teams and waves his cane and the players never mind because it’s just like “it’s that Potter fellow again”
  • Whenever he sees teams, he’ll make them sign two things: his apparel for them and a shirt that he will intentionally buy the week before and keep the receipt so he can prove he saw them recently. 
  • He and Sirius have a thing where they’re in contest for “coolest grandparents”, and he wants to prove that he really is the coolest by having a shirt he bought “last week, my clone, see?
  • He always calls James his clone because the two of them find it hilarious, and then he asks James about the Marauders and James will tell him stories
  • He has inside jokes with all his grandkids.
  • Him and Lily Luna have a contest to see who can unintentionally wreck the Potters’ front yard the most because they both kill every growing thing (but they try!), so whenever he greets her, he says, “wreck any yards recently?”
  • Albus Severus is almost done memorizing the key sections of Hogwarts: A History so James and Albus have battles with memorized sections of Hogwarts: A History against Quidditch Through the Ages. They always have some joking talk about it when Albus arrives so they can both get their game up.
  • They like to do weird accents as they do them, as well.
  • Harry records all of these and sends them to Hermione and Ron because “hey look, Hermione, someone’s actually reading Hogwarts: A History
  • James’ messy hair never balds, it only goes gray. 
  • Although he HAS suggested to Lily that he follow in his father’s footsteps an make a magical hair dye: one for Lily and him to share, because she’s graying too. It’s very visible since she almost never puts her hair up.
  • She laughs and says she’d rather him share with Sirius.
  • The people at the Muggle grocery store love him, because he sits there and tells all his wizarding stories for hours and no one can tell if he’s serious or not, but he’s such a good storyteller that it doesn’t matter.
  • Whenever Harry and his kids come over he tries to help Lily bake something. It always turns out to be a disaster, but it always means he has a new story to tell them.
  • He gives the grandkids gifts every time they visit. The real question is who will get a prank gift and who gets a real gift. 
  • He does a similar thing with candy dishes by filling all of them with Bertie Botts. 
  • He still rides out on his broom whenever he can.
  • He has an old leather recliner. Because yes, of course he does.
  • The Marauders meet up every week. They talk and they do projects and basically are an entourage at this point.
  • Remus decided to grow a beard, which ends up looking like a few silly little wisps on his chin that bother all of them. Peter one day comments about how easy it would be to get rid of it in his sleep and so Sirius and James create a plan to hack it off
  • (a plan that never works, because Lily tells him the next day and Remus decides to cut it off before Sirius and James can)
  • James and Lily talk every single night and spend time together every single day. They never, ever run out of things to talk about.
  • They have a chore rotation.
  • Every night, before they go to sleep, he makes tea for Lily and himself (she likes chamomile with honey, his favorite changes every week). It’s the one thing he can cook besides Indian food, they food he grew up with, without entirely messing it up.
  • He goes to sleep at nine thirty so he can get sleep and have a great day tomorrow, too, because he learned that you CAN be too tired to enjoy life, and he doesn’t want to waste a minute of it.
  • He focuses a lot on experiences and friendships and relationships now, and he feels so lucky to be surrounded by so many amazing people that he loves, especially after the war.
  • He went to treatment for PTSD after it was over. Harry had to, too, but there are nights when Harry wakes up screaming and James and Lily are there to comfort him and calm him down because they know what it’s like and they love him more than anything else in the world.
  • James Potter lives a beautiful life as an older man and no one can tell me otherwise.

“I can hear you, you know?” Lily Potter called down the hall from where she stood in the small kitchen of the Potter’s cottage in Godric’s Hollow.

“Yeah, well I can hear you too,” James Potter retorted, entering the room with one hand ruffling his uncontrollable mass of jet-black hair. The five months pregnant redhead was leaning against the kitchen counter, aggressively stirring batter in a mixing bowl. “Nice outfit, by the way,” he smirked as she set the bowl down. “Hate to break it to you, Lils, but my birthday was four days ago. What’s with the extremely noisy baking?”

“It’s not for you, you prat,” she said distractedly, glancing around in dismay. “Where the hell did the perfectly measured flour go? I swear baking with Sirius around is asking for trouble,” she groaned.

“Padfoot was here?” James interrupted. “How did I miss that? He’s not exactly subtle.”

“You can say that again,” Lily agreed, pushing back the folded sleeves of the oversized Gryffindor Quidditch jersey she was wearing. “He was here, being a nuisance I might add…then there was a distress call from one of the Order members.”

“Of course there was,” James sighed and tugged her into a protective embrace. “Who was it, did he say?”

“I don’t know,” Lily said sadly. “What does the Daily Prophet say today?”

“The usual, loaded with killings and disappearances,” he replied darkly. “I know it’s for our protection but I really hate being so useless when our friends are out there fighting.”

“I know, honey,” Lily said softly, the frustration in his tone making her feel almost as despairing. “It must really suck to be stuck with my fat ass around the clock, after all. I couldn’t find a thing to wear that looked half-way decent today, as you can see.”

“Don’t you dare insult the sacred jersey, Lilykins,” he gasped in mock-horror. “You look totally hot, if I do say so myself.”

“It smells like you,” she said fondly. “I quite like it, much better fit than most of my clothes.”

“Much,” James agreed, grinning when her back arched against his wandering palms. “You are a tease, Evans, you know that?”

“That’s Potter to you, mister,” Lily smiled against his smooth lips and kissed him hungrily for a moment. “Hey, do you want to help me with this baking?”

James peered over her shoulder at the light brown batter in the abandoned mixing bowl. “Muggle baking?” he asked with a disgusted grimace. “Seriously, Lils?”

“Come on, James,” she pouted shamelessly, twirling a strand of dark red hair around her finger. “It helps me not to worry so much about our friends fighting out there. Please?”

“That face of yours should be illegal,” he grumbled as a wide grin spread across his wife’s face and she pulled him towards the counter. “What is this for anyway? We’ve already established my birthday was four days ago.”

“I repeat, not your cake,” Lily smirked, shaking her head in exasperation. “The Weasley twins turn two tomorrow. I know Molly is a miracle worker in that kitchen of hers but considering she had another a month ago, a little gesture couldn’t hurt.”

“Two already?” he marvelled. “Merlin time flies…I don’t know how she and Arthur do it with so many kids considering the state of things.”

“Yeah,” Lily said softly and a crease appeared on her forehead as her hands cradled her own baby bump. “I was talking to Alice the other day; we’re both so terrified to just bring one child each into the world as it is right now. Frank still goes out on Order assignments, I’m just thankful with the prophecy hanging over our heads I don’t have to worry about you out there that way.”

“Hey, stop that,” he said firmly and Lily exhaled slowly to dissolve the painful lump swelling in her throat, while James’ thumb stroked her cheek soothingly.

“Stupid hormones,” she moaned and let the folded sleeves of the oversized jersey unravel so that the fabric fell over her shaking palms. “Gryffindors are supposed to be braver than this.”

“Brave doesn’t mean fearless,” James pointed out. The floppy sleeves draped over his shoulders as Lily nestled her head against his shoulder. “What exactly are you doing with my jersey, babe?”

“I’m trapping you,” Lily mumbled and he could see that her emerald-green eyes were squeezed shut. “So that just for a minute, we can pretend the world is safe and just…be.”

“Do I win the competition for your heart against the giant squid now?” he joked and Lily smacked the shoulder she wasn’t leaning against. “There’s my feisty girl.”

“No contest, you dork,” she said. “The giant squid can find someone else, I’m perfectly happy right here.”

“Glad to hear it,” James replied and squeezed her a little tighter than strictly necessary. “I’ll die before I let anyone hurt you, Lils, I swear.”

“Don’t you dare even say that!” his wife protested sharply and this time when she thumped her fist against his chest, James winced.

“Alright fine, I won’t say it, easy tiger,” he said, taking a step back with his hands in the air. The spatula Lily had grabbed from the counter quivered in her grasp as she aimed it at him with a scowl. “What is this, murder by spatula?”

“You suck,” Lily grimaced, sticking the spatula back in the mixing bowl before it could drip melted chocolate all over the floor. “Can we just get this cake done, please?”

“I love you too, Lilykins,” James smirked after her back was turned, but as soon as he reached for the carton of eggs there were a series of loud popping noises from the yard. “Oh no,” he muttered under his breath and the fear that clouded Lily’s bright eyes in an instant made his heart ache. Visitors after a distress call from anyone in the Order usually only meant one thing: casualties.

Sirius sings the cup song

I got my ticket for the Hogwarts train
Some firewhiskey for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company
So Prongs, Moony, Wormtail, what do you say?

With my wand
With my wand
I’m doing magic with my wand
Hexing snivellus, not to mention
This is worth to get detention
I’m doing magic with my wand

Playing pranks
Playing pranks
Pranking Slytherins offhand
Shooting spells across the aisle
Pouring Potions in your vial, oh
Pranking Slytherins offhand

I know the entrance to the Shrieking Shack
The haunted building near the school
We’ll be rats
And stags and canines
And a wolf that can be malign
But, I know it’s always fun with you.

It’s full moon
It’s full moon
We’ll be animals tonight
We control the wolf combined
We explore the woods unmind, oh
We’ll be animals tonight

After school
After school
Prongs marries Evans after school
They’ll have children and a cat
Boy, who would have thought of that, oh
Prongs marries Evans after school.

Be with you
Be with you
I just want to be with you
We will get a place together
We’ll live happily no matter, oh
Moony I want to be with you.

Peter’s gone.
Peter’s gone.
We fight a war that can’t be won
So he betrayed us in cold blood
Now I’ve lost all that I’d got, oh
We fought a war that can’t be won

james and lily + staring

Prompt by the @hpwritersnet

Every time James had asked her to go on a date with him, it had been big and dramatic, like standing atop the astronomy tower or hiring an elf to follow her around on Valentine’s Day and sing couplets about her eyes that he said he loved to get lost in. 

That was why Lily asked him to marry her when it was quiet and lilac was painting the Cokeworth evening a shade of sweet calm. That was why she did it before he could, with both of them staring at the sky, their hair tangled together on their blanket like ashes and flames. She was not his eleven year old conquest. She was the girl who read Jane Austen novels and paired sundresses with leather jackets and maybe, just maybe, had written a few couplets about her boyfriend’s messy hair and the way he made her smile and laugh before she even realized that she was doing it. The James and Lily of childhood were long gone, and they were now entirely different, entirely beautiful people that made each other better, that spelled out an equal sign with their souls.

She never wanted them to change.