James Potter

"Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay."

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James Potter

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Normally you hear about South-East London, and you hear about all the stuff that goes on down there, all the negative things, and the tabloids kind of stay away from all the positive things that happen that I see every day, which kind of outshines the negative. 

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Noteworthy catastrophes? Amelia had to bite her tongue before saying something like this whole bloody world or the Ministry as a whole in fear of being heard by the wrong person. Anything that she in particular had to deal with was considered a spec of dust compared to what they faced every day, yet she kept herself silent when it came to her opinions on the new regime. It was always best to play it safe. “Nothing noteworthy, if you’d like me to be truthful. Some idiot inflated themselves to the size of their home, if that suits your fancy.”

She let silence fall as she focused on her coffee, distracted momentarily by the Muggles as they came in to start their day. She felt like she could relate, honestly. Amelia looked back when James spoke again, and she finally managed to crack a smile as she brought her cup to her lips. “Exhausting? That sounds like an understatement. That’s your own fault though.” He wanted to be there, he could be bloody exhausted and deal with it. She sighed quietly and gave him a shrug at his question.

“Coffee’s good. Found this place one day, and here I am. Yourself?”

James grinned at the thought of a man swelling up like a ballon; the buttons on his trousers popping off, and his fingers looking like overstuffed sausages. “How’d you fix that disaster? You have to pop him, or have him pass gas until he was normal?”

He chuckled and stuffed the rest of the muffin into his mouth.  Amelia was a better conversationalist than he expected. He didn’t like to judge, but she seemed rather standoffish when they crossed paths at the ministry. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing to be distant, especially in these times, he just didn’t take her as someone to enjoy idle chitchat in a cafe.

James raised his eyebrows at her comment. Brutal honesty, however, he did expect from her. His first inclination was to be insulted, but he took a sip of his tea and reconsidered.  She was right. It was his fault. He chose to be an Auror, and was fully aware that his position would require him to do things he didn’t agree with. His perspective had now changed from offended to ashamed. He shouldn’t be complaining about his job, especially to people he wasn’t familiar with. 

“My fault, eh? Silly me, and here I was thinking it was Voldemort’s.” James wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up. “You have a good day Amelia. This was...nice.” He smirked and offered her his hand.

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The sweet taste brought her memories of better times. Laughter in the air, light in eyes she thought she knew so well, promises that would never happen now. That made her stop eating and it was a good thing he did, so she didn’t have to find an excuse as to why she suddenly wasn’t that hungry anymore. Their current situation wasn’t easy, she knew it more than anyone, but at least she was still trying to survive in a hostile environment and that was more than enough.

She made the mental note that if she ever met a rebel, she would tell them to be careful. Lily got that it was James’ job, that Kingsley was his mentor and they didn’t have any other choice than to do whatever the new Ministry told them to, but Lily hoped they never found the rebels. “That’s smart.” After all, there weren’t many purebloods working for the Ministry that would touch the muggle mail or newspapers, probably thinking they would get sick or something. It would have been hilarious if Lily had any sense of humor left in her.

His words made her smile. She loved when James talked about his friends with such pure emotion in his voice, it was beautiful. “At least you had fun.” And it couldn’t be that bad. He was out there doing what he loved, even though the Ministry didn’t do it for the right reasons, and that was better than staying there with her doing absolutely nothing. Lily admitted she wasn’t the best company nowadays, that they were good days sometimes, but not enough for her to be the same Lily she was before the attack. “It was good. I can’t exactly say that I saved a life, but I supposed my patients will sleep better tonight.”

James frowned and sat the box of treacle tart crumbs on the nightstand. Lily was foolish if she thought he couldn’t hear the sadness in her words; see the distress in her eyes, detect the melancholy in her body language. They’d known each other for years. At this point, James could pretty much read her mind, and in this case it wasn’t very hard to pinpoint the cause of her despair. 

He kicked off his shoes and swung his legs on her bed. Then took her cheek in his palm and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “We will get through this, you know?” James looked into her eyes, trying his hardest to communicate assurance in his gaze. “Keep being strong for me Lil. I need you.” He took her into his arms and squeezed. “The greater the struggle, the happier you are at the end of it all. This is a great struggle Lily, and we will be great when it is over.” 

James’s belief in this sentiment gave him all the motivation he needed to get through these hard times. He saw a life in the countryside with Lily starting a family. He saw a life where he and his mates were free to drink and be merry again. He saw a life full of joy and void of anguish. James would fight his hardest to have it. 

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Some people feel fulfillment from a bitter end - it gives them some sort of sense of reality. But, when you’re dealing with reality, I feel like films should discover the part that is happy.

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There were fewer and fewer things that made real sense to Sirius Black these days. Sometimes the way forward seemed so obviously clear and yet with Dumbledore dead and the world gone mad, with friends scattered and a fog of fear encasing every damn witch and wizard he met, it was hard to find anyone who shared his frantic sense of purpose. He didn’t know why people were letting this happen. He didn’t know why nothing he did seemed to make any sort of difference.

The frustration and impotence of it all was enough to set off those parts of himself that were pure Black. And fuck if there weren’t too many of those for comfort. Whomever had thought it was a grand idea for second cousins to marry and leave him with a family tree dominated on both halves by the Black name had a lot to answer for.

But on these rare occasions when James would send him the All-Clear and he was able to slip away and spend time with his best friend it was easier to push everything away and indulge in a bit of pleasant regression.

Sirius Apparated as close as he was able to the Potter mansion, finishing his journey in the loping strides his eagerness demanded. Back on the Potter grounds for bare moments, and already he felt better. More like his old self. It had been too long since he had walked these halls, and he did so much more quietly today than in days past. Slipping through doorways and sidestepping furniture he might once have leaped over.

They usually spent time far enough off from the main rooms that unexpected visitors would be little danger, and Sirius appreciated that they weren’t meeting all cloak and dagger in some dingy cellar. Having to so blatantly hide would have ruined the delusions he allowed himself about these moments with James.

“Oh Jamsie.” He called out now in a quiet singsong, gripping both sides of the door frame in his hands and leaning in. “ Oh Prongs. Your very best friend and occasional light of your life has arrived. So hop off your ass and pour a man a drink, how bout?”

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Ever since the siege at Hogwarts few things excited James. There were no more Quidditch matches to look forward to, or drunken expeditions around the castle with his mates. He was Mr. Potter now. But, his soul leaped with joy on the rare occasions where he could be “Prongs” again. Tonight was one of those occasions. An empty envelope marked with the stamp of a stag was the signal, and James had been secretly delivering these messages of scheduled rendezvous to Sirius for weeks now. 

James tapped the brim of a glass of single malt whiskey. He and Sirius would surely finish the bottle before the night was through; then he’d stumble up the stairs and wake up Lily, who despite being rightfully annoyed, would chuckle and say, “Come to bed you idiot.” James smirked at this thought as he sipped his whiskey. 

He was sitting in a small room on the basement floor of the Potter mansion. It was the room he and Sirius spent most of their time in when he came to live with his family.  They’d stay up until the early hours of the morning laughing, drinking, and telling stories of their sexual conquests, and of those they’d hope to pursue. James missed those days; the days of youth, a time before everything went to shit and they were so suddenly thrown into adulthood. 

“Oi, pour your own drink you twat. I’m not your host. This is as much your home as it is mine.” James hopped out of the sofa chair when he heard his brother at the door.  “You know Padfoot, being a fugitive really suits you.” He wrapped his arms around Sirius and squeezed. The two were far too good at sneaking around, they had acquired a wealth of experience at Hogwarts.

“Pick your poison. I have whiskey, ale, and if you’re feeling classy, I pulled out a particularly ancient bottle of red.” James had released Sirius and was now riffling through a well stocked liquor cabinet.

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She could practically sense his initial annoyance when they made contact, one that Amelia felt was mutual, and she tried to keep small talk to a minimum. She wasn’t a morning person by any means despite her early morning routine, and Amelia kept her gaze ahead even as James looked around the shop as if he were expecting someone. She wouldn’t be surprised–the man had a charm about him that screamed, at least to her, someone who was friends with the world. Was she wrong? Possibly. Her assumption was set, though, and she didn’t have any plans to change it otherwise.

James, however, seemed to have different plans entirely that morning, and Amelia gave him a tight smile. “Aren’t you a real charmer?” she asked dryly, stepping forward and ordering herself a coffee. He didn’t seem to be giving her too much of an option otherwise, however, so with her coffee in hand Amelia followed James to the little table he’d picked out, sitting down and adding sugar packets to her drink slowly. Her eyes glanced up when he spoke again, and Amelia let out a quiet sigh.

“Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Nothing as fancy as Auror, but I’ve got my job.” She wished she were in any other department, of course, but under this new regime that wasn’t going to happen. She hated it, and Amelia was sure she both looked and sounded bitter about it. “What are you doing in this shop?”

James blew on his tea; testing the temperature with his lips before taking a sip and setting it down. He immediately regretted inviting Amelia to join him for breakfast this morning. He hated small talk, and this morning he especially wanted to be alone with his thoughts.  He often made decisions simply to appease others; feeling as though he had a reputation of being welcoming to uphold. These days he didn’t much care to be hospitable. Despite all of this, James just couldn’t be rude and his selflessness annoyed him. Amelia was a fine enough person, it was just the wrong place at the wrong time for conversation. 

“Interesting, any noteworthy accidents or catastrophes lately?” James took a bite of his blueberry muffin and watched as groggy muggles entered the shop, one by one, desperate for their caffeine fix. He still found it astounding how naive they were.  The wizarding world was at war and here they were worrying about securing their next big client or upset about the score of some sporting match the previous evening. Part of the reason why he frequented this shop was because he found this naivety calming. He could escape the turmoil for a brief moment in the day and be just another poor bloke upset about something insignificant. 

“Welp, besides tea and baked goods, I’m here to distract myself. You call being an Auror fancy, I call it bloody exhausting.”

James didn’t bother swallowing his muffin before speaking. His words were muffled and crumbs fell to the table as he spoke.

“And, what brings you to this lovely establishment?”

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The sweet taste brought her memories of better times. Laughter in the air, light in eyes she thought she knew so well, promises that would never happen now. That made her stop eating and it was a good thing he did, so she didn’t have to find an excuse as to why she suddenly wasn’t that hungry anymore. Their current situation wasn’t easy, she knew it more than anyone, but at least she was still trying to survive in a hostile environment and that was more than enough.

She made the mental note that if she ever met a rebel, she would tell them to be careful. Lily got that it was James’ job, that Kingsley was his mentor and they didn’t have any other choice than to do whatever the new Ministry told them to, but Lily hoped they never found the rebels. “That’s smart.” After all, there weren’t many purebloods working for the Ministry that would touch the muggle mail or newspapers, probably thinking they would get sick or something. It would have been hilarious if Lily had any sense of humor left in her.

His words made her smile. She loved when James talked about his friends with such pure emotion in his voice, it was beautiful. “At least you had fun.” And it couldn’t be that bad. He was out there doing what he loved, even though the Ministry didn’t do it for the right reasons, and that was better than staying there with her doing absolutely nothing. Lily admitted she wasn’t the best company nowadays, that they were good days sometimes, but not enough for her to be the same Lily she was before the attack. “It was good. I can’t exactly say that I saved a life, but I supposed my patients will sleep better tonight.”

“I wouldn’t call it fun. Aside from seeing that fella getting his arse chewed up by a dog, my day was pretty boring.”

James tried, and the Treacle Tart was delicious, but there just weren’t enough sweets in the world to make Lily forget that, in the eyes of many, she didn’t exist. It wasn’t something you could just ignore.  Although she was very much alive as Felicity Montgomery, Lily Evans died that night at Hogwarts. He did what he could to cheer her up, to make her see that she would always be Lily to him, but he knew that a part of her identity was lost.

“Good then, sleep is important.” James wiped his hands on his pants and threw what was now a box of crumbs into the trash. “Don’t sell yourself short love, just being in your company changed my life. I’m sure your patients will never be the same.” He winks and pecks her on the lips before stretching out on the bed; placing his head on her lap. 

“Soon this will be over, Lily. Soon we can go on a proper date and I can kiss you in public without people thinking i’m snogging my cousin.”

James chuckles. Their relationship has always been about honesty and comedy. If they weren’t making each other laugh, James knew there was something wrong. “I love you.”

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There was almost some familiarity - that split second he could picture being back at Hogwarts and roughhousing James for whatever stupid shit they were on to, trying to protect his Prefect’s badge from James’ hands, trying to save himself the last piece of chocolate and losing miserably. James had always been the sports guy, Sirius wasn’t a weakling either and Peter was way too spry but Remus had always been somewhat underweight and too lanky for his own good, he had never been much of a match and after months of eating badly and drinking, he certainly wasn’t his best either. 

Being shoved in Sybil’s tent didn’t work wonders for his upset stomach, the stench of cheap incense with whatever herbs and tea she’d been burning earlier only worsened his nausea but what really made him feel sick was the shame of facing his best friend like that. Remus John Lupin, however, had been placed in Gryffindor for a reason after all and he forced himself to look up to James’ eyes, tears fogging up his sight. “Then I look better than I feel.” Had it been under any other circumstances, it’d probably been a cheeky reply but his voice break halfway through the sentence. 

Gracelessly he embraced James back, no strength left on him but whatever it had, he used to press himself against his friend and bury his face against James’ shirt. James presence broke his heart in ways he couldn’t place - his friend, his brother, he wasn’t only himself but he also meant memories Remus couldn’t dwell on if he wanted to survive. Sirius, whom Remus only hoped was still alive. Lily. Alice. Hagrid. James was solid and steady and Remus had forgotten how much of that strength he needed. 

“You look good though.” His voice is muffled against James’ shirt, broken through the sobbing but with a hint of that stupid humor they used to share, burning the midnight oil studying for exams, throwing explosive snaps at one another until someone’s eyebrow burned, like the reckless hopeful idiots they were. 

James chuckled, relieved that his wise old friend was still alive somewhere in the body of this disheveled drunk.  He took a step back, grabbed Remus by the face and kissed his forehead. “Ah, save it mate. I look like a wanker.”

James removes the Auror badge from his coat and hands it to Moony.

“Look at this shite. I might as well be a bloody prefect again.”James was actually quite proud of himself for becoming an Auror.  It wasn’t what he’d expected because of the new regime, but it was still an honorable position in wizarding society - with various benefits.

He didn’t want to appear braggadocious in front of Remus, not in his state. So he decided to downplay his status. “I mostly run errands for Kingsley, and harass Muggleborns for information they don’t have.”

There was a bottle of Sherry in an old trunk that Sybill probably left behind. James grabs the bottle and takes a swig. “Well then, if you insist on drinking, let’s do it together shall we?” James wanted to finally understand what Remus was thinking. He needed to have a conversation with him about his intentions. What was his plan? How could they help each other?

“So, how’s the “pack”?” James uses air quotes and takes another drink before handing the bottle to his friend. They had done some of their best thinking whilst intoxicated in the Gryffindor common room.

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