Oh, To Be Young

Shout out to the real-life six year old who confessed his love to me this week. I love you too, lil j

“Harry, honey, tell me what the matter is.”

Lily Potter crouched in front of the sofa, where Harry sat, head in hands. The six year old heaved a sigh, and shook his head.

“Come on, mate. Did you break something? I promise we won’t get-” James paused as his wife raised an eyebrow at him. “I mean, we aren’t promising anything yet, but just tell us.”

Harry didn’t respond.

“Did something happen at school?”

Another sigh.

“Has uncle Padfoot been eating your Every Flavour Beans again?”

“I got Goblin Piss last time. I’m not touching those again,” Sirius scrunched his nose, leaning against the mantelpiece.

“Serves you right.” Lily glared at him, before turning back to her son. “Harry, just spit it out.”

Harry lifted his head, peering at his mother with huge green eyes.

“Mum, dad…” He dropped his head again. “I think I love Aunty Marlene.”

Lily burst out laughing, a hand flying out behind her to stop herself from toppling over. She turned to James and Sirius, and found that neither shared her relief.

“Do you love her like you love mummy and daddy?” Lily wiped a tear from her eye.

“No, I love her like I actually want to share my Beans with her.”

Stating it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, Harry sighed again.

“Well… what do you like about her?”

“She’s beautiful,” he points out.

“That’s true.”

“She made me treacle tarts.”

“That was nice of her.”

And she smells nice.”

Sirius screwed his eyes shut.

“You know she’s a little older than you, right, mate?” James leaned down to ask him.

“Yeah, but mummy’s older than you.”

“By two months,” Sirius muttered. It was the first time he had spoken.

Lily shot him a look.


“What’s this?”

Sirius picked up a card from the top of the dresser as Marlene sat, slowly pulling pins out of her hair.

“Oh, Harry made it for me when I was babysitting him today. Isn’t it adorable?”

“Harry did?”

Sirius pouted, opening it.

Dear aunty marly

your hair is yelow like cheez

I lov u


“Cheese?” He laughed. “Even I could do better.”

“Could you?”

Putting the card down, Sirius came to stand beside her.

“Your hair looks like the beach.”

He took a strand of hair from the side of her face.

“Like dandelions.”

He tucked it gently behind her ear.

“Like the sun.”

His fingers moved to her chin, tilting it up for a kiss. Marlene reached for his neck, pressing her lips against his.

“Not too bad.” Pulling away, she raised her brows.

“And yet Harry’s the adorable one.”

Placing the last hairpin on the dresser, Marlene stepped back to look him up and down.

“Sirius Black,” she said incredulously, “are you jealous of a six year old?

“No,” he replied, far too quickly.

“I seem to recall that I called you adorable once, and you didn’t speak to me for a day.”

Sirius huffed.

Pressign her lips together, Marlene watched as his fidgeting increased. A crease formed between his brows.

“Oh, don’t be like that.” Unable to contain a snort, she ran a hand down his arm. “You love the kid.”

“Of course I do, but not when he’s threatening to take my girlfriend off me!”

“Always the drama queen.” Marlene rolled her eyes.

Sirius wouldn’t look at her.

“Look, Sirius. I promise I won’t go off and elope with him.”

He snorted.

“Because he, being a six year old, he won’t look at me like you do. Did,” Marlene amended, because he still wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“And he won’t make me quite as happy as you do,” she continued.

Sirius’s head was still down.

Merlin, Sirius. Harry, being a child, won’t be so fucking good in bed.”

With that, Marlene’s now-open shirt slid down her slender arms to land on the floor with a soft thud.

Sirius looked up. “I should bloody well hope not.”

With that, he pounced.


“You alright, mate?”

James ruffles the hair of his uncharacteristically quiet son, who stands beside him in dress robes, the exact miniature of his own. Picking at the confetti that remains in his hair, Harry looks over the wedding party.

After being danced around on the shoulders of his favourite godfather, Harry had decided to watch the next round. The groom is dancing with his new bride now, her blond curls bouncing as they twirled on the dance floor.

“Yeah,” Harry replies. “I saw uncle Padfoot kind of eating her neck when they were babysitting me.” He looked up at his father, a faintly disgusted look on his face. “If she’s okay with that, it must be love.”

James sighed, exasperated. That was the one thing he’d asked of his friend, to please not expose his son to things he didn’t care to explain to a seven year old. I’ll kill the git after his honeymoon, James vows to himself.

He merely shrugs at his son, who shrugs back.

Suddenly, a little girl in a cupcake dress flounces up to them. Dorcas’s kid, James realizes. She holds a cake out for Harry to see, and points to the food table.

“Let’s go.”

Harry, blushing red and ruffling his hair, turns to his dad.

“Daddy, can I…”

“Yeah. Sure.”

The two kids run off. James smiles at the pair, before feeling a chin rest on his shoulder.

“Like father, like son.” Lily has come to stand behind him, snaking her arms around his torso.

James rolls his eyes, snorting. “Hey, I don’t remember going through the older ladies phase.”

“Third year, McGonagall.” Lily whispers in his ear.

“Shut up.” The ear turns red.

Uncle James

AU, James Potter dealing with his nephew Dudley, for the lovely lovethebluebox, who suggested this prompt to me. Half-arsed attempt at 12 on a Sunday night?? I hope you like it??

Tugging down her satin dress, Petunia Dursley scowled. In her hand was the chubby fist of her son’s, who was currently wriggling around in a bid to not be left alone at this house. This house. Frankly, Petunia didn’t blame him for trying to get away. She didn’t want him here either. But there was a wedding to attend, and the disorganized couple had only told them about it three weeks ago. The Dursleys had tried everyone they knew, every family under the sun, but no one could take their four year old Dudley in for a whole weekend. No one except, of all people, the Potters.

Petunia didn’t trust anyone with her precious boy, least of all her freaky, weird, inexplicably accident-prone sister and her equally unbearable husband. If she could get out of this, she would have, but the soon-to-be-wedded couple was due to go into business with her husband soon. She simply couldn’t let him down.

Sighing, Petunia rang the doorbell.


“Hi!” Lily said brightly, swinging the door open.

“Hello,” Petunia replied stiffly. She thrust the duffle bag at her sister, who took it and set it down beside the door. She handed over her son with another sigh, before lifting her chin.

“Duddles likes his doughnuts, so just give them to him when he wants them. I packed them in there,” she nodded at the bag. “His teddy bears are in there too.”

“Teddy bears?”

“Four of them. Make sure he has them with him when he sleeps. And he needs a picture book read to him every night. Now, I don’ want any of your… your…”


DON’T. Your strangeness, I don’t want any of that in front of him, do you hear me? You’re a bad enough influence as it is.”

“All right. No waving wands around Duddles. No feeding him healthy food. No speaking. No breathing. Got it. Have a great time!”

Lily shut the door in her sister’s face. Right bitch.

“And right you are!” James sauntered into the hall, carrying little Harry. He bent down to give her a kiss on the cheek, before setting Harry down in front of Dudley. He knelt down.

“All right, Dudley? We haven’t met for a while. I’m Uncle James.”

“I know,” the little boy said self-importantly. James’s eyebrows shot up, accompanied by a low chuckle.

“Great. This here’s Harry.”

There was a moment of silence as the two boys eyed each other warily, before Harry spoke up.

“Let’s go see daddy turn leaves into spiders.”

James gave him a look, under which Harry’s shoulders slumped.

“Let’s go play on the swings,” he amended.

Dudley shrugged, and the pair toddled off out the back door.

“He isn’t too bad,” James commented.

“No,” Lily agreed. “He’s actually not.”


After supervising the kids on the swings for a while, during which Lily had to secretly whip out her wand under her cardigan to slow Dudley’s enthusiastic dive off the swings (copying her own son, who very much took after her), and letting them bake cookies with her (the muggle way, even the cleaning up), Lily wiped her hands on her jeans. Glancing at the clock, she called James over.

“I have to go now. I’m supposed to meet Marlene in fifteen minutes.”

“You- wait, what?” James widened his eyes.

“I’m having dinner with Marlene for her birthday, I told you this morning. You said you’d be fine.”

So he did. He was very naïve, he thought.

“Dinner’s ready on the stove. It’s just soup and bread and salad. You just need to get them fed, brush their teeth, and pop them in bed if you can. Or they can paint a bit. It’s all in the cupboard. I’ll try to get out early.”

Leaving James no time to protest, Lily gave him a quick peck on the lips before rushing off to their bedroom. With a resounding crack, James was alone with two squirming toddlers.


“So tell me, Dudley. What do you mugg-people do for fun?” James asked, tossing Dudley another hunk of bread.

“I got a new train thet for my birthday. It’s thteam-powered.”

“Blimey! Just like the Hogwarts Express!”

James was met with a blank stare.

“Er… right. Well, Harry recently got an update on his br-” Right. No magic. “Harry likes to draw, don’t you, Harry?”

Harry nodded solemnly. “I painted mummy the other day,” he said, pointing to the red blob that was currently pinned by the fireplace.

Dudley’s eyes narrowed. “That’s a thun.”

“No, it’s not, it’s mummy.”

“It’s a thun to me.”

“It’s mummy!”

“RIGHT.” James stuck his spoon between the two boys, whose heads were leaning closer with each sentence. “Mummy’s happy. Like the sun.”

“I don’t have paint at home,” Dudley mused. His lower lip suddenly started to tremble. “I want paint.”

“Mate, it’s time for bed after dinner.”

“But I want to paint.”

“It’s nearing eight! It’s past your bedtime!”

Dudley’s eyes screwed shut. “I. Want. To. Paint!

Shit. Doughnuts. Where are the doughnuts? James was out of his seat in a flash, diving for the duffle bag that sat on a breakfast stool. Ripping the zipper open, he looked inside and blanched. He’d used them all up.

James turned back slowly, praying to Merlin and Minerva and all things holy that the boy had moved on.

He was met with a scream.

All right. All right.” Gathering up the plates, James swore (very quietly). So much for putting them to sleep and dragging Sirius over so he could down ten consecutive Firewhiskey shots and have a sob. Dumping everything in the sink, he sat the bawling Dudley and the bewildered Harry on the living room floor, and went off in search for those damned paint pots.

This was going to be a long night.


“Hey! I’m home!”

The first thing Lily noticed as she slipped her shoes off was a very distinct blue handprint. On the ceiling. Another was splattered on a doorframe, while yellow shoeprints danced into the living room. Lily frowned.

Following them, she walked into the room, where her eyebrows shot up at the three boys on the floor.

James was in tears, Dudley was in tears, and Harry was in the center of the room, making snow angels in a pool of pink.

Obnoxiously Bear-Printed

For marauderlady, bc i saw you reblog this fire alarm went off at 3 am and the cute guy next door is standing next to me in his underwear prompt thing. This is terrible. Sorry. But it’s sunday night.

Also I can not do titles

The shrill ring of the fire alarm rips Lily Evans out of her dreams at 3 am. She’d been warned about routine fire drills, sure, but was this the time for it? She hasn’t even been in uni for two weeks. She drags a hand down her face, groaning.

Heaving herself out of bed, she pulls on a discarded hoodie and stumbles, bleary-eyed, out of her dorm.

It’s chilly outside (no effing wonder), and Lily really wants to go back to bed. Standing outside among the throngs of students, she starts to nod off, when-

“I told that git it wasn’t a good idea to toast marshmallows at fucking three,” a voice comments lightly.

Lily’s eyes snap open, and she turns towards the voice.

A boy stands beside her, facing the building, undeniably, gloriously topless. He runs his fingers through his bedhead, only to have it bounce back up in its previous state of disarray. He’s tall and skinny, but isn’t, you know, lacking. Abs. Abs.

But he is lacking taste in underwear. A shame, really.

Hmm, Lily agrees, and he turns to smirk at her. She freezes.

She knows him. He’s the guy that sits in front of her in her Literary class, the one with the rather nice smile that made her definitely glad she sat behind him. The front of his head is even better than the front, however bad his puns are. He’d passed her her notebook the other day.

As he smiles down at her in the orange glow of the street lamps, it dawns on her that her hair, currently, roughly resembles a sea urchin, and her shorts are the rattiest pair she owns.

And she had such high hopes for a university romance, if that’s even a thing. She sighs.

“I’m James. Potter.” The bloke sticks his hand out and she grasps it with her own. His hand engulfs hers, and he looks down them for a moment before he lets go.

“Your hand is cold,” he comments.

“Yeah, well.” She shrugs.

“I’d offer you my jacket, you know, but…” James crosses his arms over his torso, and shifts his weight. She is not looking at his underwear.

“Sorry, shall I take this off for you?” She raises an eyebrow at him, and he gulps.

“Uh. It’s okay.”

Lily’s lips curl up. “I’m Lily, by the way.”

“I know.”


“You went to school with my mate Remus.”

“You’re friends with Remus?” Lily is faintly surprised. Remus is quiet, not at all like the loud, joking James. But then again, maybe they do have the same taste in puns.

“I, yeah. Our mums know each other. Hey, we should all hang out sometime.”

Just then, someone gives the all-clear, and the students start moving back to the building. Among the steady flow of bodies slugging back to bed, James gives Lily another grin.

“I guess I’ll see you around, then?”

“Yeah. Maybe we could have a Pooh Bear marathon.” She nods at his obnoxiously bear-printed yellow boxers.

As he looks down, she turns to skip away, smiling slightly as she hears the muffled shit.


For the Rather Rad Rhiannon (settingfiretoourinsides-forfun, thebrieflywidowedlilypotter)(I apologize for the alliteration i thought i was cool), who requested a my shower isn’t working can i use yours AU. I hope this is acceptable??? What is wrong with my titling skillz????

James Potter groaned, dragging a hand down his groggy face. He was planning on sleeping in today after a night out celebrating a friend’s birthday, but something had woken him from his sleep. He listened for a second; hearing nothing, he rolled over, settling back into his warm covers…

When the doorbell rang again.

Who the hell is up at 7:30 on a bloody Saturday?

Rolling off the bed, he groped around for last night’s jeans, crawling up into a sitting position on his bed to put them on. He stumbled to his front door, not bothering to check who it was before swinging it open.

And coming face-to-face with hisrather gorgeous neighbor, who he may or may not have been admiring from afar for some time now. Who had decided to appear at his doorway on the one day he probably looked like the abominable snowman at best, with his messy bed-head and day-old stubble and his very confused face. Who looked, and he didn’t blame her, pretty horrified.

“I’m Lily. I live next door.” Her eyebrows knit together. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I woke you up. You usually go jogging around this time.”

She bit her equally rather gorgeous lip, worry creasing her forehead.

“You noticed?” James said, wincing at how pathetically eager he sounded.

“I, um, I’m usually making breakfast. I can see you out the window. Sorry.” She blushed.

It took a second longer than it should be necessary to, to take his eyes off that lip.

“It’s okay,” he said, and he meant it. Which was weird, since if this was Siruis he’d be tumbling halfway down the stairs with a black eye by now. “What’s the problem?”

“My shower kind of broke. I called the plumber, but he won’t be in till Monday, and I kind of need to go out today,” she explained.

“Boyfriend?” The question was out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Bloody smooth, he was.

“No, just my grandma.” She smiled.

There was a silence.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, “but I brought you waffles.”

This girl.

He stood aside to let her in, subtly picking up a (clean, he swears) pair of boxers off a sofa arm while she’s not looking. The flat overall wasn’t that bad, though. Thank god Peter came over yesterday and complained that he had nowhere to sit. He led her to the bathroom door, opening it before turning back to her.

“You can, uh, use whatever you want in there. To use the shower, you just have to turn the little thing for hot water and-”

“James. We have the same shower.”

“Right.” He backed out and watched the door close, letting out a breath as he did so.

Lily freaking Evans was in his shower. Taking a shower. His heart thumped uneasily. He blinked, shook his head in disbelief, and sat down on the sofa.

The doorbell rang again. This time it was Sirius, who barreled in with a flying leap into the armchair.


James rolled his eyes, an action that brought him back to the closed bathroom door.

Shit, I didn’t check the bathroom before I sent her in. He hoped he hadn’t left anything lying around, but he did a mental inventory of the room just in case. He’d put the toothbrush back last night. The mirror was reasonably clean. He’d picked up all his washing. The toilet seat should be down…

“I saw your Ginge down at the supermarket the other day, by the way…” Sirius began.

Wait. Sirius had jokingly left a box of extra small condoms lying around by the sink to freak Mrs. Potter out the other day (Thank goodness the family dog had eaten a sock again, so his mum couldn’t come over to discover it). No, I’m safe. James had already thrown it out.

“…hair does look a bit like Ygritte’s, you’re right…”

He’d already thrown it out.

“…Speaking of, Prongs, you really need to catch up. Daenerys’ dragons in season four are…”


“…brilliant. Look, mate, are you listening to a word I’m saying?”

“No.” The rubbish truck came yesterday. Thank god. James exhaled.

Sirius smirked. “If you’re going to zone out every time I mention Red-“

Wait, shit.

“-you might as well just-”


“-ask her out instead of lusting after her like a pathetic little shit.” Sirius finally noticed the pink hoodie hanging off a chair. “Hey, is someone here?”

The bathroom door opened then and Lily walked out, wet hair clinging to her rosy cheeks. With a perfect brow arched just slightly, she looked Sirius up and down before turning to James.

“Thanks for that. I’ve left the waffles on the table.” With a wink, she turned. Picking up her hoodie as she passed, she walked out the front door, letting it close behind her. There was a silence, and then…


Lily snorted, slipping into her own room.

Great Expectations

A horrifically late birthday present for the amazing, beautiful, talented (h)ANJ (cinnamoncoffeecharms)! LOVE YOU TO DEATH. Thanks for putting up with my procrastinating self.

(also thanks to ravenclue for the idea!)


Lily sits beside James under a starry summer sky, silently slipping her fingers into his weathered hand. She squeezes gently, once, a contented smile settling on her lips. 

“It’s nice here,” she says.


James glances down at her. Long shadows cover her face, and her facial expressions are hard to tell. James, though, knows.

They have been dating for two months, but it feels like he’s known her forever. He still glances over at her sometimes, just to make sure that she’s really with him, after so many years of secretly obsessing over her. He’s a lucky git.

He reaches over with his free hand to tuck a stray stand of hair behind Lily’s ear, and she smiles. Looking up at the sky again, Lily slowly leans back until she is lying flat on the ground. With a gently tug on their joined hands, James follows her, shuffling closer as he stretches his limbs out. James marvels at the warmth of her, just there, lying still beside him. Her bare shoulder touches James’s arm, but she doesn’t move away. 

James takes a deep breath, holds it, and lets it out. He tries again, holding the silence out as long as possible, before he bursts out,

“I love you.”

Silence. Lily stiffens beside him.

James holds his breath, not daring to move, waiting. 

After what seems like an eternity and a half, Lily turns to him. She lets go of his hand, instead letting her other hand trail up his arm until it reaches his shoulder. James doesn’t think he can face her, so he starts counting the stars.

“Hey,” Lily whispers.

21, 22, 23…

“Hey,” she tries again.

27, 28, 29…

James sighs, and turns to her. Her emerald eyes search his in the darkness, before crinkling in that Lily way of hers.

“I love you too.”

She reaches up to touch his cold cheek, running her fingers along the edge of his jaw. He turns his face into her hand, pressing a kiss to the inside of her palm.

James doesn’t remember ever being so happy.



“I am going to burn you,” Lily says calmly, adjusting her foot on the point of the roof, “If we make it off here alive.”

James and Lily are hanging off a window ledge on the Astronomy tower at three in the morning, having badly messed up a prank. Fireworks litter the ground, a long way below them, and James isn’t confident that they won’t be next. Lily has managed to put her right foot on the very tip of the roof below, but James has only his Quidditch-trained arms to have faith in. 

 It was a nice two months being Lily’s boyfriend, James thinks. If they’re lucky, he’ll look back on it with some fondness as Lily runs off with some Transfiguration-prodigy git who won’t be putting her in near-death situations in the early hours of some bloody morning. If they aren’t so lucky, they’ll both die, whereupon Lily will find some attractive dead git to run off with, who also won’t put her into life-threatening positions because, well, they’d be dead.

“Fair enough,” James replies. He tries to edge his grip along the ledge to try and support Lily, letting one hand go to reach out to her.

“Save it,” Lily snaps. James pulls his arm back. “I’m not letting go just yet.”

James shuffles back to his original place, cringing as his foot whacks against something sticking out of the wall. His ankle is probably going to be bruised tomorrow. If he lives to see tomorrow. He laughs to himself. Bloody hell.

“James!” Lily hisses. James tries to turn his head to her, but then decides it isn’t a good idea as the wood above him gives an ominous creak. 


“Put your foot on that brick, test it for strength, and get yourself back up on that window frame.”

James lets out a breath. “You’re brilliant.”

“I know.”

“And modest.”


James creeps his right foot along the wall, pausing when it hits the object. Gingerly, he places his foot on it, shuffling along the wall until he can place a considerable amount of his weight on it. It shifts, just a little, but holds. Here goes. With a heave, James hoists himself up on the window frame. It doesn’t open, but this is better than nothing.

He reaches down, grabbing Lily by the arms. In a single motion, he pulls her up with a grunt to seat her next to him. 

“Now what?”

“I guess we wait to get caught. Or fall and die.”

Lily snorts, leaning back against the window. She watches the skies as silence envelops them.

“The stars are pretty,” Lily comments after a moment.

James sucks in a breath. “Yeah.”

“It’s a shame we’ll never see it again.”

“Yeah.” James laughs quietly. Lily’s frowning lips turn up at the corners.

She shuffles closer to James, pressing her bare arm against his for warmth. James hesitantly smiles down at her, but she is looking out over the forest in the distance. 

“It was a good life,” she continues. “I had fun. I traveled Europe with my family. I made some nice friends. I gave up on Petunia. I’d have loved to have lived to see her marry that cow, though.”

The window ledge creaks under them.

“I made Head Boy. I have three brothers to mourn me. I got you to hold my hand.”

Lily rolls her eyes, crossing her legs. The ledge tilts forwards, ever so slightly.

“Lucky you got that done before you landed us in this mess.”

James blanches. She snorts.

“I’m not joking. I think this thing’s going to give out on us.” Lily looks down, then up at James, an almost amused smirk playing on her pale face. James shifts his weight, and hearing the wood protest, takes a breath.

“Look, Lily. I just… I wanted…” He closed his eyes. “I lov-“

“Don’t you dare,” she interrupts, “say something you wouldn’t say to me if we weren’t going to die and if you hadn’t gotten us into this mess.”

There’s a silence, then James opens his eyes.

“I love you, Lily Evans.”

Another silence.

“I’ll consider it,” Lily says finally, “But it will work in your favour if you get us off here without any broken bones.”


A broomstick appears out of nowhere, and James barely has time to catch it as it zooms at his crotch. A grinning Sirius pops up from under the roof below, straddling one himself.

Lily rolls her eyes. “Was that sorry attempt what I think it was?”

“It sounded better in my head,” Sirius admits with a shrug. He holds out a jacket to Lily, who pulls it over her shoulders as James mounts his broom. James holds out a hand to Lily, who ignores it as she swings her leg over behind him. 

As they fly off under the starry sky, debating how to get back inside the building without being skinned alive by McGonagall, Lily leans forward.

“I love you too,” she whispers, tightening her grip around his waist as the broom, surprised, drops.

Righting it again, James smiles. He doesn’t remember ever being so happy.

Merry Christmas

Merry early Christmas, because I’m going away tomorrow and I might not be able to post on the 25th!! x

“Well,” Mrs. Potter exclaimed loudly, peeking out the window, “It’s certainly the heaviest snowfall I’ve seen in a while.”

“It hasn’t even covered the ground yet!” James reached for another gingerbread cookie, which Lily passed to him from her place by the table.

“Ah, but it will,” Mrs. Potter winked. “Just you wait.”

Lily had spent Christmas Eve at the Potters’ this year, along with Sirius, Remus Peter, Marlene, and Dorcas. Sirius lived there now, and the rest had flown back to their Wizarding families on brooms, so Lily was the only guest that remained.

She looked out the window also. Mrs. Potter was right- the snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger. Lily would have to hurry if she was going to make it home safely.

“I think I’d better head off home. Thank you so much for letting me come over.” She started to stand.

Mrs. Potter gasped. “Don’t be silly, Dear! You’ll get lost in the blizzard!”

James rolled his eyes.

“You must stay. You can’t even apparate yet!”

Lily smiled. “Thank you. But I don’t have any way of contacting my parents, so I had really better-“

“Actually,” Mrs. Potter cleared her throat. “I fellytoned your mother just before.”

“You did?”

Telephoned, mum,” James groaned.

She ignored her son. “I did. I popped over to the Swynfords’ just across the street. Cordelia’s a muggle, you see.”

Lily nodded.

“Your mother doesn’t want you out in this weather, either, and she didn’t know what apparition was. I got the number off James.”

Sirius snorted. James looked at his feet.

“So she said you could stay, and thanked me most politely. Of course, you can call her too. Would you like to call her?”

Before Lily could reply, Mrs. Potter grasped her arm. With a moment of disorientation, she found herself in a yellow living room. Mrs. Potter thrust a phone receiver into her hand, before leaning out into the hallway.

“Just borrowing your tellyfote again!”

“Go ahead!” A voice hollered back from somewhere in the house.

Lily dialled the number, glancing back at James’s grinning mother. After four rings, her own mother picked up.

“Mum? It’s me.”

“Lily! Tell Mrs. Potter thank you from me again. This is so nice of her.”

“You’re okay with this?” Lily’s eyebrows shot up.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You didn’t let me sleep over at Marls’s because she had a brother.”

“I wouldn’t let you sleep over because your room was atrocious.”


“Besides, James is a nice boy. He brought me flowers last time.”

“What does that have to do with-“

“You have fun. Be safe. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

The line went dead.

“Done?” Mrs. Potter beamed. 

“Y-“ Lily started, but with another firm grasp on her arm, Mrs. Potter apparated back home. 

Lily landed heavily, swaying slightly, but Mrs. Potter propped her upright. 

“Poor dear, not being able to go home for Christmas morning! The weather should be better tomorrow.”

Lily took a deep breath. “Right. Thank you so much.” 

“No problem, love. You can have the guest bedroom up by James and Sirius’s.” She turned to the boys. “No funny business!”

“No, ma’am.” Sirius smirked. 

Mrs. Potter looked him over. “Oh, that’s right. No funny business, James!”

James flushed scarlet.


Lily startled at a knock on the door. 


The door swung open as Sirius dragged James in purposefully. 

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting up to meet Santa.”

He shut the door behind him with a foot, and seated himself cross-legged opposite Lily. James, frowning, took the only open space left next to her. 

“So,” Sirius said, “How did your mum get convinced that it was a good idea to let their beloved daughter have a cute little sleepover with two deranged wizards?”

“Actually, I think she told me to use protection.”

James choked.

“Good for her! Better safe than sorry.” Sirius grinned.

Lily rolled her eyes. “So? You were saying before. What did you get Remus for Christmas?”

“A pudding sweater. Matching.”

“Merlin,” James muttered.

“D’you want one too?”

James pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, turning to Lily. “Getting any new muggle magic this year?”

“I’d hardly call Polaroid cameras magic.”

“Well, they don’t move, but they come out on the spot!”

Lily shrugged. “I might ask for a television, for when I move out next year.”

“A telly what?”


Lily stretched her legs out, unintentionally hitting James’s foot. He flinched, just the tiniest bit, but didn’t move away. Lily froze against the warmth. If she moved now, he’d know it was on purpose. If she didn’t… maybe he didn’t really notice. She left her foot there. 

“A television. A little box that shows moving pictures? Like an inconvenient muggle photograph with sound? We have one at home.”

Them?” James looked startled, admiration in his eyes.

“Well, the smallest one there is.”

“Why didn’t I ask for one of them? I’m just getting a new broom.” James sighed. “Someone wore mine out trying to sneak Remus out when he was grounded.”

Lily looked up to find Sirius slumped to his side, letting out a little snore. Toppling over, he curled up in a ball.

With a chuckle, James leaned back on his arms, accidentally placing his hand over Lily’s.

“Sorry.” He moved it away… but not quite.

“Hmm.” Lily didn’t move away either.

They sat in silence for a few moments, fingertips and feet touching. It was awkward. Beyond awkward. Lily should move away. James should sit up. 

Lily should probably start breathing again.

Just then, Sirius gave a gigantic snort, rolling over. His mouth drooped open as his snores recommenced with a vengeance. As Lily stifled a giggle, James slipped his fingers between hers. 

Lily froze. Slowly, slowly, she looked from their hands, up his arms, to his face. She looked into his eyes as she nudged her face up. James, swallowing, leaned down, softly brushing his lips with hers.

“Merry Christmas,” He whispered, and Lily leaned back in. 



“Hmm?” James pulled back. He opened his eyes slowly, quirking a brow. Lily tilted her head.

“The mistletoe… is over there.”

The twig hung from a neatly tied ribbon above the little sofa, twirling slowly. James looked at it for a second, sighed, and closed his eyes.


James and Sirius attempt the ALS Challenge


“So I’m James,”

“I’m Sirius,”

“and we’re doing the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge.”

Lily raises an eyebrow at Remus. “How many times did they have to practice before they got the timing right?” She whispers.

Remus shakes his head. “They didn’t.”

“Thank you, Lils, for the nomination.” James winks at her, who blows him a kiss back. Peter mimes a retch.

“We’ll be nominating Professor McGonagall, Remus Lupin, and our good friend Snape. You have twenty four hours, or you donate $100. Or both.” Sirius grins at the camera, throwing his hair back.

With that, James and Sirius each takes a bucket of ice-water from in front of them, and Lily’s gaze wanders for a second too long on the tensed muscles of her boyfriend’s arms. Feeling her cheeks redden, she lifts her gaze.

With a nod, the two throw the water over each other’s heads, splashing everyone surrounding them in the process. Lily squeals and jumps back, but is too slow for James; despite her laughing protests, he wraps his arms around her and plants a wet kiss on her glowing cheek.

Remus chuckles to himself, holding his phone up to the scene in front of him. He looks into the screen, and his eyes widen.


The fact that he was still filming is all but forgotten as he turns and sprints, a grinning Sirius with fistfuls of ice chasing him across the field.

Wrong Suitcase AU Part 2

Part two of my Wrong Suitcase AU because people actually wanted to read more??? Wow. I hope I didn’t ruin everything hahaha

Part 1, Part 3

“Um, hi.”

A soft voice whispered through the phone. James pressed it closer to his ear, frowning.

“Hi… Who is this?”

“Oh, sorry. It’s Lily. Uh, lilac bra girl.”

Lilac br- shit. The wrong suitcase. The pretty girl. Said girl remembering the fact that he had to look through her clothes to find out who she was. Said girl thinking he was a complete pervert, and probably ringing now to confirm the fact.

“I swear I didn’t-“

“No, it’s okay. I’m just kidding. Well, I am the lilac bra girl, I’m not kidding about that bit. But. Right.”

“Right.” She didn’t sound mad. So why was she calling him?

“I told you, right? That I kind of looked through your suitcase as well, to see if I could figure out who you were?”

So. There was a slight possibility that she didn’t find him completely creepy, he guessed. Could this possibly mean… no, he shouldn’t hope.

“…Yeah. I accidentally forgot to put one of your shirts back in… the AC/DC?”

He hadn’t even noticed.

“…So could I meet you somewhere just for a second so I can give it back?”

Just a second. James deflated. Hope was a horrible thing, he thought. And then it was out before he could stop himself. “How about for more than a second?”


“As in, coffee? Can we get some coffee?”

Pause. “I don’t like coffee.”

Oh well. It was worth a try.

“But I do like tea.”

James let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. His face broke into an involuntary smile. “Okay. I’ll meet you down at The Three Broomsticks tomorrow? At about one?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you then.”

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We'll Meet Again

World War Two AU from this prompt list of mine.

It’s a mushy, under-researched drabble and I apologize, but here ya go

We’ll meet again

Don’t know where, don’t know when,

But I know we’ll meet again, some sunny day…

Bending to sing into the microphone, Lily Evans’ red lips curled upwards. Her gaze scanned the crowd, made up of khaki green and their colourfully-dressed counterparts. Couples swayed to the music, noses touching, their own little bubbles undisturbed by the rest of the world for just this moment.

Lily had been singing for the army for a year now, performing at various town halls around the area. She’d always liked to sing, and she saw this as a good way of shutting up her annoying sister, who worked at ammunition factories for the war effort and pestered her to do the same. She knew the songs well enough by now to let her mind wander as she hummed.

Looking over the crowd, her eyes lingered at a table in the back, where a group of three men sat. Two of them seemed suitably drunk, laughing into their glasses. The third, though, was looking straight at Lily.

For an entertaining event, this boy wasn’t smiling. His hazel eyes were thinking, she saw, as he considered her. His jet black hair was ruffled out of any attempt at a hairstyle, and his uniform hung on his slim frame, exaggerating his shoulders. He couldn’t have been more than twenty, she figured.

With her green eyes locked on his, the last note rang out.

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Jily Muggle AU, pre-dating. I really don’t know what I’m doing.

Warning: body parts mention?? is that even a thing?? It’s not smut bc I don’t have the life experiences necessary lol, but if someone were to write a smut fic based on this that would be grand too wink wink

“So who the hell thought this was a bloody good idea?” James grumbled, brushing a sopping lock of hair out of his eye.

“Peter,” replied Lily with a sigh, “and he’s managed to weasel himself out of it.” Her shoe sank in mud, and she pulled it clear with an exasperated groan.

James, Lily, Sirius, Remus and Marlene were hiking somewhere out in the damned wilderness, soaked to the bone with practically no vision. They’d been walking for hours now, and what had first seemed like a pleasant little adventure soon turned into a struggle through torrential downpour. In addition, they had already gone through most of the snacks, as Peter had promised to bring the bulk of it but had gotten the flu at the last minute. Everyone’s spirits were low.

“Honestly, though. We should’ve just gone to the beach instead, like Marlene suggested.” Lily said, squinting at Sirius.

“Where’s the fun in that? We’re having a marvelous bonding experience, surviving life-threatening experiences together. Can’t get that on a pretty little beach.”

“Well, maybe on a pretty little b-”

Suddenly, the ground under Lily gave way, and she disappeared off the side of the path with barely a squeak.

Before anyone can react, and without a second thought, James leapt after her.

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dumbledoresphoenix  asked:

Prompt for Lily telling James that she's pregnant? I don't mind which form it's in hehe, have some fun with it :)

Thank you thefalloftheponds! I’m not entirely sure this was the kind of fun you were thinking of, but here ya go. haha

(If you want something fluffier, just message me again whooo)

Lily watched the dusk settle from the upstairs window, a sad little smile on her lips. Her tea grew cold in her hands as the lampposts outside flickered on, one by one. The room slowly faded into shadows, and yet she sat, unmoving.


Leaning against the doorframe, James frowned. They hardly ever used this spare room, which stood empty now except for the small wooden chair in which Lily sat with her back turned to him. There was a war going on, and days when friends gathered, when guests stayed, were long since forgotten.

“The snow’ll fall soon,” Lily commented. “Enough to have a snowball fight, or maybe make some snowmen. Then when it all melts, there’ll be flowers. Daffodils, Tulips…”

She turned slowly, and as confused as James was, he felt that Lily had never looked as enchanting as she did now, half her face illuminated by the glow of the streets below.

“Tell me, James, did we plant the Tulip bulbs this year?”

James’s hand reached for the light switch, paused, and dropped back to his sides. He crossed the room in five strides, and wrapped his arms around her.

“Yeah. Just along the fence, see?” They looked out the window together at what was, for now, an empty row of dirt. James paused in thought for a second before he turned, wide-eyed, to his wife. “Lily-“

“I’m pregnant.” She interrupted. Her smile was still there, but was now framed by a streak of tears that ran along her pale cheeks on either side. “We’re in a war, we’re nineteen, we might not live to see the Tulips bloom, and I’m pregnant.”

Despite what she was saying, despite it all, James felt a grin slowly splitting his face. His eyes travelled down to Lily’s still-flat stomach where her hands lay, and back up to her expectant face. Gently brushing a lock of red from her forehead, he knelt.

“We are going to live. I sure as hell didn’t labour in that garden to not be around to see the results.” He managed to make Lily snort, despite herself. “We’re going to live; we’re going to see that I may or may not have accidentally planted a red one among all the yellows over there. The bulb was on the floor and I just planted it and I might have mucked up the whole colour scheme.”

Lily laughed. “That’s probably from the packet I opened before.”

“See? There we go. The flowers will be mismatched, they will wilt, the rain still won’t stop, and our baby’s crib will look out over the dreary lawn because Merlin forbid there ever be a proper summer day in England. We’re fighting this war so that our child, children, can make snow angels without fear of any of this. And as for being nineteen,” he smirked his signature smirk, the right corner pointed up in that sexy little way of his, “We’ll be the young and cool parents that everyone’ll be jealous of.”

Lily rolled her eyes, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. “You already sound like my dad, you know.”

James chuckled as he stood up. He took the teacup from her, held his other hand out to Lily and pulled her out of her seat. “Let’s go make some soup.”

“You know,” Lily said as they walked out the room, “I think it’ll be a boy, with annoying hair like his father.”

James ran his fingers through his hair, and smirked at her. “Really? I think it’ll be a girl, with a temper like her mother.”

Lily smacked her husband playfully on the arm. Their laughter carried down the stairs as lights popped on, their bright orange glow filling the house.

The door to the baby’s room was left open.

tinylilemrys  asked:

Aah I just thought of a prompt! James Potter vs the electric toaster. I don't mind how it happens, but since at Hogwarts they probably toast things by the fire. I would love to see James practically jumping out of his skin when he makes toast with the toaster for the first time and the toast pops.

Here we go, noonesheretogiveitup. I’m sorry it’s so late (and short), but I hope you like it! 

The doorbell rang.

Lily Evans sat up in bed, bleary eyed. Rubbing her face, she padded over to her bedroom window, where she pulled the curtain aside. Who the hell is at the door at seven on a Sunday morning? She peered down at her front lawn, where a tall, scruffy-haired, bespectacled figure paced.


When he had come to her at the end of term, telling her that his Muggle Studies grades had plummeted and he needed the help of a certain beautiful, smart, all-round fantastic witch, Lily had not-so-grudgingly agreed. He’d told her he only needed to see how some muggle kitchen appliances worked, so he could draw diagrams and hand in an essay. He hadn’t told her he’d be here for breakfast.

Suddenly feeling much more awake, she grabbed a hair tie from her bedside table before stumbling down the stairs. Pulling her hair into a lop-sided bun, she opened the door to bright morning sunlight.

James Potter jumped a little as the door in front of him opened suddenly. He looked up with a smile to find his girlfriend… in his Quidditch jersey. It hung off her petite frame, coming only halfway down her slim thighs and exposing a freckled shoulder.

“So that’s where it went,” he commented, feigning nonchalance.

“What?” Lily frowned, before looking down. “Oh. This. I, yeah, borrowed it.” She blushed.

James nodded, locking his eyes on her face as he tried very hard not to look down again.

“Right. Er… come in.”

James followed Lily into the empty kitchen as she explained how Petunia was at university, and he parents were out visiting a sick great-aunt who won’t be able to make it to the annual Evans family Christmas gathering. She threw him a wink as she washed her hands.

“So, breakfast?” Lily asked, pulling some overhead cabinets open to take out some peanut butter and a bag of bread. She tossed the latter at James, who caught it with one hand.

“Yeah, sorry I turned up so early. Did I wake you up?”

“Yes,” she replied, but she was smiling.

Opening the fridge, she grabbed two eggs and a package of bacon. She got to work, teaching James how the gas stove works. She pulled a frying pan out from under the sink, cracked the two eggs into it, and set it over the flames.

“I’ve heard about these!” James exclaimed suddenly, examining the electric toaster with wide eyes.

“So you know how to use it?” Lily asked, laying the bacon strips on another pan.

“Sure. You just… uh…”

“Pop the bread in the slot at the top, and push the side lever down.”

“Yeah, I know.” James nodded.

Lily smirked, rolling her eyes. She turned back to the eggs, which had burned slightly, sticking to the bottom of the pan. Damn, she muttered, using the spatula to delicately scrape around it.

After a few minutes, Lily heard a gasp behind her.

“Lily! Lily! The bread is actually turning brown! How do muggles think up this stuff without magic?”

Sensing trouble, Lily whirled around. James was peering into the appliance with one eye, when-


James gave a terrified yelp as he jumped, banging his forehead on the open cabinet door. To Lily’s (slightly amused) horror, he fell to the ground, where he lay still.

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Severus attempts the ALS Challenge

LilyJames and SiriusRemus

“I am Severus Snape, and I have been nominated for the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge by James Potter and Sirius Black.”

He pauses for a few seconds, glaring at the camera.

“The rule appears to be to throw a bucket of ice water over myself, or donate $100 to the charity.”

Mulciber turns the camera to the laptop that sits open in front of them. alsa.org/donate is open, and under Select Gift Amount, with a dead face, Snape types $100 in slow, deliberate taps. His fingers hover over the keyboard for a second, before moving to Backspace. He re-types $500, before scrolling to the bottom and clicking Complete Donation.

Snape turns back to the camera, his slick hair illuminated by the screen behind him.

“Thank you for the challenge, and I nominate Mulciber, Avery and Lucius Malfoy to actually make a difference.”

With another meaningful stare at the camera, the video shuts off.

Lily attempts the ALS Challenge

James and Sirius,  Severus, Remus

“Hi, I’m Lily, and here’s me doing the ALS ice bucket challenge! As well as filming this, I’ll be donating $50 to the charity.”

Lily Evans grins at the camera, adjusting her loose white t-shirt by the hem.

“Thanks, Mary, for the challenge, and I’ll be nominating Marlene McKinnon, James Potter, and Sirius Black.”

“Oi!” Sirius protests, lowering his iPhone, before Remus quickly pulls his arm back up. Lily throws him a wink.

With a heave, Peter and James lift the large container of ice water, and shuffles up behind the tensing girl. One, two, three, they mouth, before the contents are tipped over her head.

With a squeal, Lily jumps up. She flicks her dripping red hair back, laughing, and James is struck by how cute she looks, right there, with her gleaming grin and wet lashes and the tempting cling of her now see-through shir-

James feels the sharp sting of an ice cube hit his cheek. He blinks, and looks up to a smirking Remus, who stands beside Sirius with a quirked brow. Smug git.

Remus attempts the ALS Challenge

Lily, James and Sirius, Severus

It’s a bright, sunny spring morning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Blackbirds hop on the waving grass, and butterflies flutter in the clumps of daffodil. It’s peaceful, the very best kind of day.

Until a resounding scream shatters the air.


Remus Lupin sits sprawled at the foot of some stairs, blinking at the ice cubes that lies scattered around him on the muddy earth. Eyes wide, his mouth opens, and shuts, and opens again. He shudders.

The air shakes again, this time with the howling laughter of two boys at the top of the flight, one clutching an overturned bucket and the other, his stomach. Sirius Black wipes a tear from his eye, turning to slap James Potter a high-five. They stumble down the stairs, and pull the still-shocked Remus to his feet, turning him towards Peter Pettigrew and his iPhone.

“You, Remus Lupin, have just completed the ALS Challenge, although you are still welcome to donate as well,” James says in a strained voice, before another snort escapes him.

“You were nominated by James and I. Who are you going to nominate?” Sirius claps him on the shoulder.

Remus wipes a hand down his face, screwing his eyes shut as he sighs, “Doe Meadows, Peter Pettigrew, and… I don’t know. Benjy Fenwick.”

“Great! You have twenty four hours to complete the challenge, or you donate $100 to the charity. Good luck.”

With blinding smiles from Sirius and James and a pained moan from Remus, Peter ends the video. He skips up to the trio, chattering excitedly about his turn with the bucket. Remus punches his friends on the arm in turn, finally managing to crack a smile over it. They turn to climb back up the stairs, and come face to face with a furious Professor McGonagall.

They freeze.

anonymous asked:

Remus Lupin+books

  • Remus Lupin reads the most books out of anyone he knows, except maybe Lily
  • Wizarding books are cool, but Muggle stories are what he grew up with
  • He’s the Official Marauder Librarian
  • And someone always gets him a novel for his birthday
  • One day when Sirius gets mad at life, Remus hands him The Catcher in the Rye with a look and walks off 
  • Sirius NEVER reads, but goes through this book from cover to cover
  • Two days later, he hands it back with a small peck because the book just understood
  • Remus grabs Sirius by the neck and kisses him back, surprising everyone but most of all himself
  • From then on, they’re inseparable

anonymous asked:

james potter + food, sirius black + animals, lily evans + music, peter pettigrew + sleeping, remus lupin + dancing

James Potter + food

  • James is a big fan of food
  • (The kind of fan who gets things thrown at him later in life by a hormonal pregnant Lily Potter- WHY crash DON’T smash YOU bang GAIN oof WEIGHT???)
  • And the Marauders learned back in first year to never ever ever steal his food
  • Sirius took a chocolate frog, you see, intending to pay him back for it later
  • Remus found him hanging off the wrought iron chandelier
  • When James hands a treacle tart, his favourite, to Lily one day
  • The other three Marauders’ eyes meet
  • Shit just got real.

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