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 soJames 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.
hi! do you think you could maybe possible perhaps write a soulmate!au? pretty pretty please?? (if you do - thanks, and if you don't - thanks for all of your other fics)
i heard you were looking like the moon
a/n: i decided to go with the ‘you don’t see colour until your soulmate touches you’ au. thank you so much for this anon, and i hope you enjoy it
She’s seven when she decides that the colour she’s most excited to see is purple. She’s watching a documentary with Petunia, sprawled on the carpet in their mediocre, three-bedroom house, watching the TV, enthralled. There are a pair of pretty people, holding hands, gravitational, lovely, and utterly in love. They are describing colour with a glistening film swept across their eyes, tainted by disdain, this supercilious disposition that colour is some kind of buried treasure, open only to those who are a part of some exclusive club where partners and couples clutch at each others’ hands like an anchor dropped in a bed of sand. The delight of love in someone else. It makes her heart race. But it is not this that upsets her. It is Ethel, the near 70-year-old lady on the screen, who lost her husband. She had spent 50 years with colour. And then it was lost.
A warning: If you rip, tear, shred, bend, fold, deface, disfigure, smear, smudge, throw, drop or in any other manner damage, mistreat or show lack of respect towards this book, the consequences will be as awful as it is within my power to make them
‘That Quidditch Cup’ll have our name on it this year,’ said Wood happily as they trudged back up to the castle. ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if you turn out better than Charlie Weasley, and he could have played for England if he hadn’t gone off chasing dragons.’
Sorcerers Stone, chapter 10
Can you imagine Charlie reading in one of his letters from home that Ginny has been practicing quidditch plays nearly every day? How, the moment she’s done with her lessons, Ginny is out the door and borrowing his brothers’ the old brooms in the shed? Not only that, but she’s good. Shockingly good for her age.
So Charlie starts writing her. Letters telling Ginny about the dragons in Romania and occasionally dropping hits in how to balance better or pull out of a risky dive. When his parents and Ginny come to visit him that Christmas he gives her his old copy of Quidditch Through The Ages for her gift. Molly scrunches her nose as Ginny reads hungrily, asking him about with the notes and doodles he’d scribbled into the margins from his time as the Gryffindor seeker and the team captain. And when they get home Ginny practices even harder, until the blisters on her hands turn to calluses
Then years later when she earns a spot on the Gryffindor team as chaser Charlie demands a play-by-play of every game. Between her, Ron, and the twins he jokes with the other wizards and witches at the dragon sanctuary that he almost has a full quidditch team.
When the war is over Charlie gets an excited letter from Harry explaining that the Holyhead Harpies are trying to recruit her. Halfway through the letter he whoops with joy and announces to anyone that will listen that Ginny will be the next Gwenog Jones. Whenever the Harpies have a game Charlie checks and double checks that a wizard wireless nearby to hear the game.
Not even the dragons are enough to shut him up when his baby sister is mentioned scoring a goal (although several disgruntled dragons try).
Charlie and Ginny talking quidditch whenever there’s a family meal and he’s in attendance, even after she retires as a professional athlete. Because Charlie’s joy and excitement in regards to Ginny’s success as a quidditch player is second only to Harry.
Post Deathly Hallows, once recovered from his wounds (no portrait, no funeral = Snape LIVES), Snape starts travelling. He travels
around the world to study at all the magical schools, observing,
perusing their libraries, talking to the teachers — and he learns
everything that he possibly can about magic. I mean: it’s Snape. The man
can fly without a broom, something which according to “Quidditch
Through the Ages” is simply not possible. He knows more about Dark Arts
than Dumbledore and more about White Magic than Voldemort. He has been
inventing his own spells since childhood and he sucks up magic like a
sponge. So now, finally free of his masters, he wants to know
everything. He goes out there, and he learns.
image is inspired by his stay at Mahoutokoro, where, I imagine, being an
Occlumens and a man of opposites, he is particularly drawn to the Zen
approach of magic. And of course levitation requires no effort at all.
Imagine Oliver Wood’s first Quidditch game- the one where he took a bludger to the head in the first five minutes and woke up in the hospital wing a week later. Imagine it happened because little second-year Oliver was so excited and nervous about the game that he was literally shaking with excitement and he couldn’t think straight. Imagine little Percy Weasley bringing a book to the game so he could act like he didn’t care even though he was so thrilled that his closet bestie was doing what he loved. Imagine that when Oliver got hit and fell, Percy reacted before any of the teachers did. He jumped to his feet and cast the most flawless hover charm a second year had ever done. Imagine teachers trying to compliment him as Oliver was carried away but Percy couldn’t even be proud because he was so panicked and worried. Imagine Percy sitting beside Oliver’s bed in the hospital wing for hours every day, just talking about anything that came into his head even though Oliver probably couldn’t hear him, and when he runs out of things to say he just reads. Imagine Percy reading Quidditch Through The Ages aloud on the seventh day and only realizing Oliver was awake when he started speaking the lines along with him (because he obviously knew the text by heart). Imagine Percy being the one to convince Oliver to get back on his broom for the next practice, when Oliver feels to scared and ashamed to do it for anyone else.