i am gryffindor.

james sirius potter. seventeen. seventh year. gryffindor. dumbledore's army.

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Al reached out and grabbed James’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “We need to get someone down here right now. I can try to send a Patronus message to Alice or Lily…” He took a deep breath. “Or you can… I don’t know if I’ll be able to cast another one.”

James squeezed Al’s hand back, trying to comfort him as well. This whole thing turned bad very fast. Wolves never really came that close to the edge of the forest before, so that did bother James a lot more than it should. He shook his head, nearly laughing at Al’s suggestion. “I can’t conjure a Patronus, Al....” he groaned. “I can send up sparks, but... I don’t know if Lily can see it from this far out.”

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“I don’t think either of us are going to be able to get back to the castle.” He hazarded a glance at James’s leg, head spinning at the sight of bone poking through the skin. “How the hell are we going to get someone down here. We need Lily…” He flopped back against the ground. “Don’t move, okay? You’re gonna bleed more.”

James focused on taking deep breaths and trying to help his brother. He shook his head, easing Al’s head back to the moss. “I’m okay,” James whimpered, despite it being clearly obvious he wasn’t. “Don’t move your head. You hit it pretty hard.” He put his head down on Al’s chest, taking a few breaths to keep himself from crying anymore even though he was still in agonizing pain.

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Mourn me

James didn’t want to be touched. He didn’t want to be spoken to. He didn’t want condolences or his family’s love. 

He wanted her. 

He wanted her, but she was gone. Her open casket lay before him in front of several dozen other people mourning the death of Alice Longbottom, but no one felt the same grief as the person beside them. James didn’t take his potion. Didn’t feel the need to. Didn’t want to. Without her there reminding him of how big of a dumbass he was for not taking it, it didn’t matter. Al and Lily’s opinions on it didn’t matter in the moment. 

As people filed away from the casket, and James was left standing alone in an empty room with the shell of the woman he loved, he felt just as empty as her body was. He walked over to her, his hand resting atop her stiff, dead ones that lay folded across her chest, tears dripping from his eyes and his heart breaking over and over again in the span of minutes. 

His stomach felt hollow, like claws were scratching on the inner lining. He bent over her body, his lips resting gently across the cold skin there. He took a small breath. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice cracking as he whispered to her, unsure if she could hear him, but he didn’t care. “I’ll be right behind you.”

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All it took to get Al to ignore the pain and sit up was the sight of the wolf’s teeth in his brother’s leg. The scream forced it all to the back of his mind, and Al turned quickly and pointed his wand at the wolf. “Crucio.” Another howl of pain joined James’s, and Al ended the spell as quickly as he had cast it. The wolves, now looking scared, ran off, leaving the two boys alone on the ground. “James? James?” Al called to his brother.

James was too panicked to think of a spell at that moment. So when the wolf shook its head violently again, causing the bone to snap even more, feeling it poke straight out of his skin, James was in near tears out of fear and agony. So when another wolf came over and got the same leg, tearing into his thigh with his teeth, ripping deep into the skin and muscle, James could do nothing but thrash and fling his arms around in a desperate attempt to get them off of him. 

Only the wolves started howling, backing off of him. James laid there for a second, his hands clutching his mangled leg now. Sticky blood was pouring from his thigh as he could hear his little brother calling for him. James tried to calm himself down, but it was hard when everything hurt as bad as it did. “i’m here, Al,” he called out, crawling back to his brother’s side, right leg limp and dragging across the hard ground as he finally reached him, shielding him from the elements despite his pain. 

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Join Me (from Bristol)

James didn’t think that Bristol would come back for more so quickly. It was not surprising to see her around the corridors considering they had several classes together. Ever since that first time, however, James found himself thinking about Bristol in a way that he never had before. Feeling her body, knowing what she looked like naked, knowing what it was like to be inside of her -- it was all a bunch of day dreams that unfortunately took away from his lessons. He didn’t mind most days, but to see her again as he found his favorite spot in the emptiest corridors, her blonde hair swishing behind her, her blue eyes finding his in a mischievous way. 

“Oi,” she murmured in a seductive way.

“Oi,” James returned with a smile. 

She came to lean beside him, her back arching a little as her gaze met his. He didn’t let his eyes leave hers, because he knew what she was going to say. Considering their relationship was based around one thing, it wasn’t hard to guess what she was going to lead into. It was a matter of what fluff she added around it. 

“I told you I would be missing you soon,” she purred, moving closer to him until their arms were touching. “You busy?”

“Not really,” he murmured, his eyes dropping to her cleavage that showed to her low cut shirt that she changed into. 

“Well,” started Bristol, moving her head closer to his. “Let’s go find the Room of Requirement. I’m needing you pretty bad.”

It took James no time at all to let his grin get wider. “Your wish is my command.”

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Even More Drabbles

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Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

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Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

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Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

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Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

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“Oh!” Alice gave a yelp as she felt herself picked up, a familiar ending for parties when it came to her. Usually James was the only one patient enough to take her back and deal with her. “Night!” She waved to whoever it was and blew a kiss in the air. That’s just who Alice was after all. Alice laughed at nothing and placed her head on his chest. “I could run like, a billion miles, I’m fine.” It was her way of saying she could walk back, clearly not the case.

“Yeah, sounds like it,” James amused her as he carried her down the path and back toward the castle. The warmth her body provided against the night chill did more than just warm him. He loved the closeness that she brought, even though he knew he could never speak of it again. He needed to give her time, and that was what he had to do. So he just reveled in the feeling in his own privacy, taking care of her in a way that he knew best.

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The pain of the wolf’s teeth sinking into his arm was what brought Al back to the swirling world of pain. A deep breath told him there was definitely something broken in the fall, and as he tried his best to sit up his head grew heavy. All he could manage to do was close his eyes and think back to the summer, a day playing quidditch with James and Lily with the sun shining on them. “Expecto patronum.” He whispered, and a white light erupted out of his wand, scaring the wolves back a bit. “James!” He called a bit louder.

James was scared out of his mind. He didn’t know what to do about Albus, and there was no way out of this situation unless he wanted to kill the animals. However, after a minute, he heard a soft sound and then a bright light erupt from behind him. Albus’s patronus came from the tip of his wand, scaring the wolves back a few steps. Albus’s cry scared James even more and he turned toward him to give attention to his hurt brother. “It’s okay, Al,” James said, rubbing his hand across his hair. “It’s okay. You’ll be okay. We’ll get out of here.” Shortly after speaking, however, James felt something latch onto his calf and pull hard causing James to cry out. The wolf that had a hold of him, shook its head violently, and James felt a loud snapping noise, followed by a blinding pain that shot up his shin and into his stomach. Teeth were like razors and bones felt like hot pokers, James screamed even louder. 

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“My night is old.” She sighed, not fully knowing how funny her words were, but just felt impulsed to say it. It was then that she tried to get up, a horribly slow and awkward sight to watch. “No. Back to the tower.” Gryffindor tower that was. She would have said his bed as well, but words were not her friends.

James looked at her as she told him the Tower, which he knew where she was meaning. He sighed through his nose and nodded his head. “Alright,” he said, adjusting himself so he could crouch down, slipping his arms beneath her knees and her shoulders, picking her up in his arms. He heard someone call for him, and he looked over, shaking his head. “I have to take Alice to bed!” he called back. “I’ll see you later, mate!” He started out of the Pitch with her in his arms, gentle with her as he did so.

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Alice found herself deciding something slowly, not fully realizing her own thought process that was going on. Reaching over to him with her other hand, it seemed to land on his chest. “Let’s go to sleep.” She rolled her head over and looked at him, eyes half-lidded. It’s how most nights ended for her, needing his company to rest. But she wasn’t in the mood for sleep.

When she suggested sleeping, James started laughing on accident. It was hilarious to hear it from her, but it didn’t matter. “Sleep?” he asked. “In the middle of the Quidditch Pitch? I think the night is a little bit too young for that anyway, you nerd.” He reached over, nudging her playfully. 

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“Now I am.” She was always happy to see him. If only James had seen her a few moments ago, stuttering over her own words. She still was hardly able to speak coherently. Alice followed easily, barely noticing that they had moved at all. She somehow managed to get to the floor, laying down on the grace once she did. “I’m fine.” Except for the bit of a head rush she got from all the movement. Taking her hand in his she laughed a bit to herself, eyes closing. How long would it take for her to get that feeling? To feel how he did? With her luck, Alice was certain then she would be too late once she did. She would loose it all.

“Yeah, sure you are,” he said, easing her down onto the ground. He sat beside her, stretching a little. He had a little bit to drink, but not enough to really do much to him. He had been mostly smoking off with some other people, easing up his nerves. “Just lay there a bit, Ally. You’ll be okay.”

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Alice smiled, eyes mostly closed as she continued to hug him. She had been in and out of full function for the better part of the last half hour, being managed by Landon mostly. Humming softly she nestled further into his neck, hand lightly rubbing at his back. “I’m fine. I’m so fine. I just wanted to see you, you know?” What else she wanted to do she wasn’t fully sure. Hadn’t she wanted to say something? If only she could remember.

James started to chuckle, kissing the top of her head. “You’re a happy drunk today, I see,” he said, taking her around the waist and leading her over to their favorite spot on the pitch, setting her down right there and eased himself down beside her. “I think you need to hold off on drinking anymore, okay? Don’t want to get sick.”

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Al climbed up after James, resting on the first branch so he could turn around and shoot a spell back toward the three wolves. He scrambled up out of the way of the snapping jaw of one of the wolves and began to whip attack spells at the wolves, they backed up and he took a deep breath, beginning to climb again. And then his foot caught on a piece of bare branch and he was falling. He slammed into the ground, head knocking against a hard tree root, and everything went black for a long moment.

James was climbing up with his brother, hearing the wolves growling and barking below them. His heart was racing, adrenaline carrying him forward. However, just as he was about to pass Albus up in climbing higher, he heard a snapping noise and a small noise from his brother as he fell. “ALBUS!” James screamed. He quickly climbed down, seeing his brother not moving as the wolves descended down on him. He saw one of them crunching down on Albus’s arm as James jumped and rolled, punching one of the wolves in the side, causing it to yelp and let go of Albus’s arm. That caused James back up and shield Albus from them, wand shaking in his right hand. 

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alice-ii:

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It’s funny how certain words could have an effect on someone. How a few thoughts, only a seedling of an idea, could be supported by simple words from a friend, inciting her fears. She had talked of her confusion that night to Landon, of the dualism her feelings experienced towards James. That she found herself hoping for different things, expecting that she would slowly have feelings that grew over time, or at least he hoped she did. But Alice couldn’t help wish that the process could be rushed, that she would know already so it wouldn’t end up being too late. That was her fear. That he would wait for her but the waiting would get to be too much and when she was ready, ready for him, the feelings wouldn’t be returned. It all made sense in this drunken state, words barely able to come from her mouth anymore, but she was on hot pursuit to find him. Maybe to explain her thoughts, or just for his company. Her best friend. Seeing him she finally giggled, stumbling into his arms for a hug. “Where ‘ave ya been, goon.”

James hadn’t been drinking that much since arriving at the party. He didn’t find much need for it on a night like this. He wanted to keep an eye out on Alice and Albus, hoping that neither one of them would do something stupid. After all, James did enough stupid things to last him a life time. He had to be the guardian for once. So when Alice came toward him in a fierce determination, her arms came around him with a small giggle emmitting from her throat, he returned the gesture with a kind smile. “Watching,” he said. “Makin’ sure Goon Number Two doesn’t get into too much trouble.”

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Al grabbed a handful of James’s jacket and forcibly dragged his brother to the tree. “No fucking way am I going up there without you. You go first, I’ll stay and hold them off. I’ve got practice from Duelling Club so I’m better off down here and you up there. And then you can cast spells while I climb. Now go.”

“Al, it doesn’t make a damn bit of di--” He was caught off guard when another pair of wolves came out, trotting out of the tree line, teeth bared and growling. “--shit.” He grabbed Al and started running toward the tree, the wolves barking and chasing after them while he grabbed Al around the waist, flinging him behind him while James whipped his wand out. “Bombarda!” he exclaimed, a log exploding in font of the field of view. “Go, Al!” he shouted as he started climbing the tree to the first branch.

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He all but tripped over himself as he felt the tug on his shirt, but soon enough he was on his feet and running after James. The wolf continued to howl, and Al’s ear perked up as he heard a crunching in the bushes around them. “James.” He held out a hand to stop his brother as a fully grown wolf stepped in front of them and blocked their path out of the forest.

Al threw his arm in front of James to stop him the minute a fully grown wolf came into view on the path. James didn’t hesitate as he grabbed his brother and put him behind him, putting himself between his brother and the threat. The wolf started growling, its aggressiveness not lost on James. The older Potter quickly scanned the area, finding a tree nearby. “Al,” he whispered. “The tree to your left. Run and climb it.”