Hey! Could you do a small fic with the prompts 15 and 46 where the reader and James used to be best friends and then they fell apart because of his ego please. Can there be a lot of angst? Thanks 💛
yay James!!!!! i am so happy!!! I know you said ‘small’ but i don’t know the meaning of the word and i can’t find it in the dictionary, sorry…
Oh, and I couldn’t possibly write a James x Reader with Lily involved in the story so she kinda isn’t? I’m sorry once again …
15. “I miss you, but then i remember what an asshole you are and the feeling fades.” and 46. “I hate that I still love you.”
On your one thousand and ninety-fifth day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you turned your back on James Potter and walked out of his life.
It was nothing personal except…well, it was personal. You had no idea what happened, but James transformed into someone else, someone you didn’t like. Someone who was rude and egotistical, an arrogant bully who thought of no one but himself. You put up with him until your third year, when you decided that it was best for him to remain a stranger.
Except, you never thought he’d let you walk away so easily. And perhaps that was what hurt the most. Because James was your
first love best friend before he was the boy who broke your heart, and it may have not mattered to him at the time but it certainly mattered to you. You only get one heart after all, and though that heart can heal, it still bears the scar where you’ve stitched it together.
So, you left James Potter standing alone in the Astronomy tower, bitter tears in your eyes and your bleeding heart in his hands, and you never spoke to him again.
Except…not really. Your story doesn’t end here. This is only the beginning.
No, it really started sometime later, on your two thousand, five hundred and fifty-fifth day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“(Y/N), you are a vision of beauty! A sight for sore eyes” said a cheery, familiar voice. A wild Sirius Black had appeared beside you and your friends giggled girlishly “Welcome back to Hell with a capital ‘H’ for another year.”
“I’m so glad I have Satan to personally escort me into my seventh year,” you drawled, sardonically, and Sirius smirked.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he grinned, “By the way, congratulations on becoming Head Girl.”
Sirius winked at one of your friends, and she blushed bright red and slapped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from giggling. You rolled your eyes at your friend.
“Don’t encourage him,” you chided, before turning toward Sirius, who was grinning devilishly at you. “What do you want?”
“I want a lot of things,” Sirius smirked, “World peace, the end of poverty, Celestina Warbeck personally serenading me to sleep…”
“That would be nice if you were competing for Miss Universe,” you snipped, “but you’re not, so what do you really want?”
Sirius sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Your friends snickered and whispered amongst themselves as Sirius pulled you back so you walked behind them. “It’s about James.”