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I CAN'T LOVE HIM Chapter 8: Mrs MacDonald's Fudge

“What—is—your—problem?” She inched forward with every word, stopping a breath away, eyes blazing, watching the cogs in his brain turn. “I don’t…” “Don’t be daft. You hexed Gibson.” His fingertips went to his lip. Good. He understood. “Why did you do that?” “You know why.” His voice was rough and quiet.

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ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL Chapter 1. Rating: T.

“Hi,” the intruder said, their breath forming condensation in the air.

Lily looked up, prepared to scowl. Green scarf. Caramel hair. A slight crease between the eyebrows. Very blue eyes. She fought the urge to look behind her in case he was speaking to someone that—unbeknownst to her—was sitting directly beside her. “Er… Hi.”

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I CAN’T LOVE HIM Chapter 5: Bomb Away

James set off at a run once he reached the Entrance Hall. Down past the marble staircase, through a door off the hall and down a stairwell leading to the dungeons. He caught sight of Lily at the base of the stairs as her hair whipped around the corner.

“Evans, wait up!” His voice bounced up and down the stairwell and out along the cold dungeon corridors.

Lily, who was sure she had put enough distance between them to reach Potions without interacting, groaned. She gritted her teeth and turned around, saying in no particularly nice tone, “Hello, Potter.”

He skipped the last few steps and landed in front of her, grinning. “Potions?”

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I CAN’T LOVE HIM Chapter 4: Convivial Company

Sirius’s shoulders slackened. He didn’t respond. He picked up a small, rectangular mirror from his bedside table and slid it into his pocket, nestling beside his wand. He clicked his trunk shut, grabbed the handle roughly and made his way out of the room. He stopped, and half turned towards Regulus, avoiding his younger brother’s eyes.

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I CAN’T LOVE HIM Chapter 3: Number Thirty-Six Chipping Street

After a thunderstorm on the third week of the holidays, the temperature promptly rose. Lily had retreated into the protection of the house as the air stiffened with heat, protecting her fair freckled skin; Mr and Mrs Evans had taken to the garden, proclaiming that it was the ideal time to sow delphiniums; Petunia had hulled up in the lounge, gabbing to Vernon on the phone for hours about the weatherman’s claim that this week England would reach record-breaking high temperatures. She was evidently thrilled at the prospect of showing off her bony legs. A week later, a light Summer breeze rustled the front hedges along Chipping Street, cooling the August sun that belted down upon the resident houses of Cokeworth.

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I CAN’T LOVE HIM  Chapter 2: Filthy Little Mudblood

“He keeps looking at you,“ Mary commented. Her eyes were narrowed, blue irises peering sidelong down the table.

The Great Hall had been returned to its usual state, and the girls were sitting at the Gryffindor table, devouring dinner after hours of study in the library.

“Shush, Mary.” Marlene scowled.

“What?”

“She doesn’t want to hear it.“

"I just thought she should know.”

Marlene turned to Lily. “Ignore her.”

Lily nodded curtly into her pumpkin juice. Mary and Marlene went back to their meals.

“He’s looking again.”

“Merlin, Mary!”

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I CAN’T LOVE HIM  Chapter 1: Prologue

The girl clapping wildly beside Lily turned to face her. She stuck out her hand and said, “Hi, I’m Marlene.”

“Hello, I’m Lily,” Lily laughed, shaking her hand.

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Regulus sat at his desk. He scribed the letters carefully, etching each line with intent. Voices stirred two floors below him. He placed his quill gently in the ornate stand and turned in his chair. The door of his bedroom was open, allowing the voices to waft up the stairs and into his room. A glass shattered. Regulus rose from his desk and made his way silently to the doorway.

Footsteps thundered up the staircase. Sirius flew past Regulus into the room adjacent, slamming the door behind him. Regulus shifted on his feet, unsure of what to do. After a moment, he pressed out of the room and down the landing. Two short knocks. He was met with no response but opened the door nonetheless to find Sirius tearing apart his room. Sirius stood with his back to the door, he was throwing everything in arm's reach into a trunk that lay open on the bed.

Regulus spoke from the threshold, "You're not leaving." He wasn't sure whether it was a question or a statement.

Sirius's shoulders slackened. He didn't respond. He picked up a small, rectangular mirror from his bedside table and slid it into his pocket, nestling beside his wand. He clicked his trunk shut, grabbed the handle roughly and made his way out of the room. He stopped and half turned towards Regulus, avoiding his younger brother's eyes.

"You know I have to." Sirius's voice was small.

Regulus shook his head, lips pressed in a tight line.

"Then come with me," Sirius offered.

"I can't—"

"Yes. You can."

"Sirius, I'm not leaving. And neither are you."

Sirius's eyes prickled, "Goodbye, Reg."

Regulus tried to block Sirius's path, but his small frame was much weaker than his brother's who pushed past him easily. The trunk thumped rapidly down the stairs. Regulus stood, frozen, listening as the front door swung open.

"I won't have you back here," Mrs Black's cold voice menaced.

Regulus winced as the door slammed in response. His throat tightened. He hurried into his room, throwing aside the emerald drapes concealing the window and searched the street below.

Sirius trudged down the front steps into the dimly lit street. A Summer storm was rolling in, snuffing out the sun and washing Grimmauld Place with grey unhappiness. He threw out his wand arm, and with an enormous bang and a flash of headlights, a violently purple triple-decker bus skidded to a stop in front of him...

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“I’m going to the greenhouses this morning, would you like to come? I can show you the Flitterbloom I’ve been growing,” Frank asked Alice who agreed almost immediately.

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Hi there!

After a long struggle with this being my secondary blog that I use more than my main blog @mooonyboys , I have decided to transform my main blog into my HP blog and discontinue using @potttah

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Marauding Tradition

WATTPAD FIC Jily | Can’t Love Him

Regulus sat at his desk. He scribed the letters carefully, etching each line with intent. Voices stirred two floors below him. He placed his quill gently in the ornate stand and turned in his chair. The door of his bedroom was open, allowing the voices to waft up the stairs and into his room. A glass shattered. Regulus rose from his desk and made his way silently to the doorway.

Footsteps thundered up the staircase. Sirius flew past Regulus into the room adjacent, slamming the door behind him. Regulus shifted on his feet, unsure of what to do. After a moment he pressed out of the room and down the landing. Two short knocks. He was met with no response but opened the door nonetheless to find Sirius tearing apart his room. Sirius stood with his back to the door, he was throwing everything in arm's reach into a trunk that lay open on the bed.

Regulus spoke from the threshold, "You're not leaving." He wasn't sure whether it was a question or a statement.

Sirius's shoulders slackened. He didn't respond. He picked up a small, rectangular mirror from his bedside table and slid it into his pocket to nest beside his wand. He clicked his trunk shut, gabbed the handle roughly and made his way out of the room. He stopped and half turned towards regulus, avoiding his younger brother's eyes.

"You know I have to." Sirius's voice was small.

Regulus shook his head, lips pressed in a tight line.

"Then come with me," Sirius offered.

"I can't—"

"Yes. You can."

"Sirius, I'm not leaving. And neither are you."

Sirius's eyes pricked, "Goodbye, Reg."

Regulus tried to block Sirius's path, but his small frame was much weaker than his brother's who pushed past him easily. The trunk thumped rapidly down the stairs. Regulus stood, frozen listening as the front door swung open.

"I won't have you back here," Mrs Black's cold voice menaced.

Regulus winced as slammed the door in response. His throat tightened. He hurried into his room, throwing aside the emerald drapes concealing the window, searching the street below.

Sirius trudged down the front steps into the dimly lit street. A Summer storm was rolling in, snuffing out the sun and washing Grimmauld Place with grey unhappiness. He threw out his wand arm and with an enormous bang a bright purple triple-decker bus screamed into appearance and skidded to a stop in front of him.

"'Ello, welcome to the Knight Bus. Emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard," said a young man dressed in an equally vivacious purple uniform. "My name is Mike Shunpike and I will be your conductor for this evening."

"One ticket please," Sirius said.

"Of course, Sir. That will be two Sickles."

Sirius felt around in his pockets. He pulled out a large gold coin, "Have you got change?"

"Absolutely." Sean Shunpike took the coin and gave Sirius fifteen Sickles in return as well as a small ticket. He took the trunk for Sirius's hand and carried it into the bus.

"Where are you headed this evening, Sir?"

"Potter Manor, thanks." Sirius went to find a seat while the conductor left to speak with the driver.

The top deck was the quietest and Sirius settled on a bed in the corner. He did not turn back to look at twelve Grimmauld Place as the bus began moving. If he had, he would have seen the tears begin to fall down Regulus's cheeks as the bang of the Knight Bus leaving the street mingled with the sound of a ball of flame scorching a hole in the family tapestry.

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london is lonely

AN: a little jily drabble completely unrelated to anything i’ve ever written because last week a man called brandon left an almost identical note on my car. naturally, I thought of jily. enjoy and apologies for this unbetaed, probably typo filled story.

Hi.

I realize this may come off as horribly creepy, but I saw you heading into Sainsbury’s and thought you were cute.

If you’d like to get coffee, here’s my number

[phone]

James (the guy who parked next to you)

Lily snorted at the piece of torn off paper before tossing it into her bag and driving away.

It wasn’t until later that evening, when her flatmates were all gathered around the television catching up on Love Island that Lily remembered the note and pulled it out for a laugh.

“You’re going to text him though, right?” Marlene asked, eyes scanning the note before passing it to Mary.

“Of course not!”

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Something to Counteract.

Jily, wartime, 1300 words.

It's the most boring party he's been to recently and he's been to a lot of boring parties. Life of an entitled pureblood, right? It's laughable. This isn't the life he ever wanted for himself, it isn't the life his parents envisioned either. Small favours that they aren't around to witness it.

He's listening, laughing at the right moments, keeping mostly quiet otherwise. Listening. It's why he's here. He stands in a group of 6 men, some are old classmates; Rosier, Dolohov, some are newer acquaintances; Karkaroff, Yaxley. All of them are top tier pricks.

He's nodding along to some bullshit about lenient taxation of the older families when a frantic hand grabs on to his upper arm and at the same moment he feels something small and cold being pressed into the hand that's not holding a champagne flute. The heat that eminates from that touch though? He'd know that anywhere.

He doesn't even have time to react before the owner of the hand interrupts the group, peering around his shoulder.

"You haven't seen an earring?" She asks, eyeing the ground around the feet of the men gathered. "The bloody thing has popped off, gift from my sister, she'll never forgive me if I lose one." She hasn't acknowledged James, whose arm she's still holding as if to keep herself upright as she cranes to see around their legs.

James hasn't moved. He's not sure he's breathing as a matter of fact.

The bemused faces take in the beautiful woman in front of them, murmed condolences no they haven't seen anything, they'll keep an eye out for it.

"I appreciate it gentlemen!' She makes for a hasty retreat still scanning the ground around them, her hand finally leaves James' arm, her other hand worrying her still adorned ear. His hand closes tight around the sharp metal now enclosed in his fist. He enjoys the sting, it distracts him from his wildly beating heart.

"Weren't you at Hogwarts with us? Lily right?" Calls Rosier trying to keep her attention though it's clear she's preoccupied.

"Oh of course, hi, sorry I don't really have time to chat but it's always nice to bump into old school friends, maybe we'll all catch up later?" She flits back out of the group just as quickly as she came.

"She was in Gryffindor with you right, Potter?"

James has just about recovered from this ordeal and clears his throat to compose himself, glad the guys can't tell suddenly how hard his heart is beating or how much his palms are sweating.

"She was head girl when I was head boy," he tips his head in a cocky manner. "Surely you remember the fights? We never saw eye to eye on a bloody thing"

"Oh yes of course, quite the odd couple you two made. Shame she's a mudblood, she's pretty fit"

He manages a wry grin to stop his jaw from clenching. "Yeah well there had to be something to counteract her horrendous personality."

The men chuckle and conversation quickly moves on to some other topic, James isn't even paying attention. The earring is like a lead weight in his hand. Minutes later he catches sight of her leaving through a side door by the bar. Just a flash of red and he knows this is his moment.

"Ah look," he bends down and mimes picking the earring up which he shows off with a flourish, "I wonder if she's still about? I'll be two seconds, I'm just going to give this back."

They barely acknowledge his departure and his heart rate jumps once more.

He enters the back room and clears his throat. At the sound a door to the left clicks unlocked. He's through it like a shot, closing it gently behind him.

Then she's there. In front of him.

She releases a watery sigh. "Hi." Her body sags as he engulfs her in an embrace squeezing her too hard, desperate to be as close as humanly possible. Her arms are instantly tight around his neck trying to pull him even closer.

Only a moment passes before his lips are on hers. Desperate. Hard.

He breathes into her mouth "Fuck, I miss you."

She's crying now, he might be too.

"Months James, it's been months, if I'd thought it would take this long I would never have let you-"

Words cut off with frantic kisses. She's on her toes pressing as close as she can, her arms around his neck.

"I wouldn't have gone- I can't, I can't be gone long, Lily" he groans between kisses.

She takes a shaky breath in through her nose and leans away from him running her fingers through his hair tenderly.

"You're ok? You look pale, are you eating enough?" Her eyes flick between his, these observations are from earlier, her eyes don't leave his now.

"Are you ok? You're safe? Why are you here? you shouldn't be here." His brow furrows as his concern overtakes the joy of seeing her.

"Dumbledore mentioned you might be here tonight and I nearly cursed Kingsley when he offered to come instead. I had to see you." He can't really be mad, he'd have done anything to see her given half the chance.

He maps her cheeks with his fingers, he knows he can't stay long but he can't pull himself away. This is the most alive he's felt in months.

"I saw you, y'know. Weeks ago in Diagon." He shakes his head as she starts to interject. "I was with Rosier I couldn't even, I couldn't even get your attention." He glances away from her face then. It's too much.

"I didn't know, I would have tried to-"

"-it was better that way, for you, I was a mess that night. Ugly crying it was a whole thing." He gives her a shaky laugh.

"You're annoyingly still attractive when you cry, I don't think I've ever told you that." She returns his weak smile.

"Yeah, Evans?"

"It's Potter now, actually, has been for a while, or had you forgotten?"

His face takes on that dopey smile he gets when he thinks about his wife. His wife.

"That's not something I'm likely to forget."

The loud clinking of glass bottles being moved next door shocks them both out of their haze.

"I need to go back." It's just above a whisper as though his body refuses to register the words.

"I know."

"I love you, Lily."

"I know that too." She smiles her watery smile , he hates that smile.

"Say it back, please." He's trying to keep it light but the note of desperation creeps in.

"If I don't will you stay until I do?" Her smile is a little fuller now.

They're interrupted once more with raised voices outside the door.

"I'd stay with you forever." He whispers.

Her eyes lock onto his once more as her fingers frame his face.

"Good."

He kisses her again. A soft lingering kiss that she feels down to her toes.

"I really have to go, Lily."

"I know James, so go."

He huffs a breath so hard his hair feathers away from his forehead.

"Fuck what Dumbledore says, meet me tonight. I don't have the cloak but I'll manage."

"We shouldn't do anything rash."

"This wasn't rash?"

"Fair," she laughs out. "Ok, remember that pub near Vernon's office we went to?"

He's nodding emphatically before she finishes.

"I'll go there now and wait. I'll wait. Just get there when you can."

He's still nodding as he leans back in for one last kiss.

And then he's forcing himself to back away.

"I'll try be quick."

"I'll wait."

He hears the crack of her disapparation as he closes the door. The dopey smile still on his face.

He schools it quickly into the haughty bored expression that his peers expect as he smooths out his robes. He takes a deep breath, rolls his shoulders and heads back out.

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first days in empty house

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