Requested by anon: (Summary) Angsty imagine James x Ravenclaw reader, who is super shy. He protected her and they became friends. She fell for him, but James started to like Lily.
Characters involved: Reader, James Potter, Sirius Black, Lily Evans
- Warnings: angst
- Word count: 1.5k
someone keep you alive and kill you at the same time?
Is it possible that a person fills you with joy, yet unconsciously sucks out every single strand of happiness? If somebody was able to do it, James Potter would be the one. And you would happily volunteer to let it happen again.
It has always been him.
Since the very first day of school, when you made your way to Hogwarts, it was him who helped you, when a group of second years had fun mocking you and took away your stuff on the train. It was him who stepped in front of you, when your voice decided to break, who told them to leave you alone, who offered his hand for you to hold on to and pulled you up from the ground.
was him, who noticed you, being alone in the library all day, taking
notes and preparing for tests. Who asked you if you wanted to hang
out with his friends.
Him, who had been interested in your story, what you thought, what you felt.
It has been hard for you, to open up to others and make friends, since no one was curious enough to ask question after question, trying to dig a path through your thoughts and understand your minds’ workings.
No one, but him.
Before people knew that he had taken you under his wing, you were an easy target for bullying, being the shy, smart girl. Some found it entertaining to bombard you with balls of paper during class, or jinx you in the corridors. Until he stepped in for you, again and made it clear for everyone around, that if they messed with you, they were also messing with the Marauders.
Sure, his pals welcomed you into their group and they became brothers to you, over the years. But none of them knew you like he did.
And none of them made your insides flutter, when they sat beside you, letting their knee touch yours, like it was no big deal. None of them left you out of breath when they intentionally messed up their hair, fluffing it up with one hand.
No one, but him.