james potter

resident 9th year gryffindor troublemaker Quidditch | Defense Against the Dark Arts | Order of Phoenix

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Mary was glad to be up and about, but since she’d left the hospital wing, it’d been straight back to classes. Which, she wasn’t particularly fond of. However, she’d realised since the events of the ball, she’d not spent much time with James. So, seeking him out, she found him in the common room, a grin spreading across her lips. “Was beginning to think you were hiding from me,” She teased, flopping down next to the other. “How are you holding up?”

James had felt guilty, he had felt like a failure -- with all the training he had, he still hadn’t been able to protect one of his closest friends, Mary, and that stung him worse than anything he had felt before. He had seen her in the hospital but since then he had in truth been avoiding everyone, attempting to do what he could to be better, do better, be more prepared for the next time. He wasn’t foolish and naive to believe this was over, this was just the beginning. He looked up from his quidditch journal as he felt someone's body next to him on the couch. Looking over his lips pulled into a smile as he saw his friend, “I was, but darn you’ve found me.” He teased in response, ignoring her question, “They released you from the hospital finally? Got worried thinking we were going to have to spring you.”

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The door swung open a lot faster than she expected. That took her by surprise, as she ended up taking a step back, nearly stumbling over her own feet. “Wow.” She said, letting out a small laugh as she steadied herself. “Weirdly reminds me all those times I actually fell down… And you watched me fall.” She grinned, shaking her head. For some reason, she felt it be in a lighter mood. That, the moment he had opened the door, something went away which made everything easier. “Can I come in?” She asked, yet, she was already making her way inside. It was funny, the only times she’d actually been in his dorm was then she and Mary kind of playing tricks on the boys. Though Mary, being the good friend that she was, always covered for her. 

“So this is the dragons den.” She joked as she turned herself towards him. “Listen…” Danielle started, immediately tucking her arms into her sleeves out of habit. “I feel like we have been in this really weird slump…Me and you… Me and Stefan.” Dani took in a deep breath. “Well… I and Stefan decided that at this point it’s not working.” Because I couldn’t give myself to him completely. But that she didn’t say. 

James couldn’t help but chuckle, he had definitely seen Dani fall before, especially when they were both children and neither of them was particularly graceful as children often weren’t. “I always tried to catch you, but you fall the wrong way.” He joked with her, though it seemed that it could be used for more than the actual act of falling. James didn’t have to answer as she simply made her way into the dorm, whether James had let her or not. He suddenly realized just how messy he and Sirius were, with James’s side cluttered with his quidditch gear, broom and broom maintaining supplies. It was obvious that Quidditch was a big fact in his life. If he had known he was going to have guests he would have attempted to clean up, though thankfully any dirty laundry was taken care of by the house-elves. 

James pulled in air through his teeth almost like a hiss as she started speaking. Why she insisted on including him and Stefan in the same sentence was beyond him, he paused to let her finish. “So what does that even mean Dani?” He wasn’t naive enough to hope, he didn’t want to.

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samxcarstairs‌:

If she had to compare this time last year and now, she could almost pretend that it was two different people living parallel lives. Last year, her brother had been alive, she had her best friend by her side, the only thing that had been missing was the other person in her life… But all those other factors, simply allowed her to move on, helped her focus on other things. Willa had been there to support her and then Matt would make jokes about everything in the situation. It was difficult, but the people around her had made it easy. 

This year, however, was complete havoc. She’d been carrying this whole in her heart which she refused to deal with. She was trying not to think about the future that she no longer had, and the mess that her life had become. If it wasn’t for quidditch practice, she probably would not have gotten out of bed, and kept up with her grade average. 

She was sitting by the lake, with a pile of oval rocks on her lap and threw them into the water, watching them bounce off the water four times, before sinking to the bottom. She was about to throw another one before she heard a far too familiar voice. “James?” She said, just as she heard a loud noise of the rock splashing into the water. “What… What are you doing here?” She asked, her voice quivering with uncertainty. @prxngz​

James wasn’t used to being alone if he wasn’t with Sirius, he was with Remus or Peter, or with some other friends. It seemed that he was never alone and so he had taken desperate measures to ensure that he could get what he was desperately was seeking. He had used a secret tunnel to escape from the castle, wandering aimlessly around the castle grounds always let his mind relax. Quidditch had been his only godsend lately, the only thing that truly cleared his mind, but today he wasn’t even in the mood for Quidditch, plus he was sure he would run into someone and he just didn’t want to be bothered. 

He didn’t realize until he was standing by the tree, with a fistful of flat oval rocks that he was attempting to skip across the water that he wasn’t alone. The voice was so familiar he could have picked it up anywhere -- Samara. He looked over at the fiery redhaired girl, the girl he used to know everything about -- or so he thought, the girl he went on his first date with to Hogsmeade back in their fourth year. The girl that -- he didn’t need to think about all of that. He gave her a sheepish smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Just needed to skip some rocks,” he joked though it was pitiful, “Ugh -- I’ll leave you alone, you were here first.” 

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She knew this was going to be weird. Maybe she shouldn’t have gone there, or maybe… There were just so many things up in the air. but it had been a week already. She hadn’t seen James for quite some time, especially since she and Stefan had ended their thing… And Danielle wanted to give herself some time. The time to process what was happening, what did it mean. After all, she and Stefan were still engaged, that just meant that they were no longer trying for anything more. 

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James had gone missing in action -- or so that was the rumors that the ghosts were saying. The truth was he was simply using secret passageways to keep from getting disturbed. He needed time to himself, time to think, time to plan what his next action was going to be. In truth James had felt useless in the battle and was beating himself up for not having done more, not having fought harder and wondering if staying in Hogwarts as opposed to going to become an Auror right away had been the right choice. He was pulled out of his thoughts at the sound of light knocking against his door. Knowing it wouldn’t be Sirius or any of the boys, James moved swiftly to open it, curiosity as per usual getting the better of him. He suddenly felt as if he was flying straight down to the ground, his stomach high and his body tight as he saw who it was, Dani. “Hey --” he finally whispered, though why he was whispering he had no idea.

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Having an assignment about infamous murder cases in the Wizarding World, and how the suspects were able to get away, Amelia was gathering as many books as she could find on the subject: which, admittedly, could look rather suspicious. She did come at a time when most students wouldn’t be here, but of course, as she walked out to bring her readings back to her dorm, she was meant to stumble upon someone else. “I swear, this is not what it looks like.”

James had been walking back from the Quidditch pitch, his broomstick tossed over his shoulder, hair slicked with sweat. It seemed like lately Quidditch was all that could keep his mind from running in circles, after the ball and all the events that followed, he needed a little bit of peace, and it seemed like quidditch was the best way to keep his mind silent. He was walking past the library on his way to the Great Hall to get some snacks for his dorm when he stumbled upon Amelia. He raised an eyebrow as he read the title of one of the novels she was holding, “You planning to commit murder Bones?”

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eldestprewxtt‌:

“No, I do not want another bloody snog from you.” Molly huffed, arms crossing over her chest as she felt her surprise melt away. Still, she didn’t want to kiss James–he was one of the kids she watched after, despite him only being two years her junior. “I do hope that’s not how you kiss other women.”

James mimicked Molly, crossing his arms in return as he looked at her with mild surprise, “Woah hold on -- are you saying I don’t kiss well? Because that is news to me. No one else has ever complained.” He was mildly offended though mostly because he was now concerned that he was a bad kisser and had been torturing girls with his mouth.

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The battle had ended, but now the effects of the attack orchestrated by Voldemort were more apparent then they had been. James could tell by the way students were walking, how they hesitated as if something unexpected was going to happen at any moment. He wasn’t surprised, he had spent a few sleepless nights thinking about how he could have prevented this, how he could have fought harder, be better... But in all, he had to say that he was pleasantly surprised at how everyone had come together, though after a tragedy that seemed to be the natural human reaction. 

James had just finished breakfast when he started walking to the hospital wing. He wasn’t a healer by any means, and the hospital wing had been overflowing with injuries it seemed -- James didn’t need any assistance, instead wearing the scrapes he got while fighting death eaters as a badge of honor, as a reminder of how much worse things could have ended. He was planning to visit the hospital wing for one purpose, to visit Dani. He hadn’t seen her in the last few days, mostly out of his own guilt and shame that he couldn’t have protected her better, but also because he had been helping the professors make sure the castle was secure, and by that he meant he was making sure he all the secret tunnels in and out of the school that only he and his closest friends knew about were safe. 

Taking a deep breath James walked into the Hospital Wing, immediately bombarded by the energy in the room, the hustle of the healers and the queue of students still needing assistance. He smiled politely at Madam Pomfrey as he snuck by the line and towards the cot where he had left Dani where he had brought her in. He cleared his throat as she came into view, making sure that her betrothed wasn’t around, “Hey --”

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padxxfoot‌:

He was initially shocked by the turn of events, but as time passed and he fought a Death Eater by James’ side all his shock and panic was gone, only to be replaced by pure exhilaration. As strong as the opposite side was, they were less in numbers which meant with two against one, there was no way the other was winning despite using the darkest of magic against them. “Good one, James.” he laughed, as his friend’s spell made the man fall to the floor. “That ought to teach him!” @prxngz​ 

James had been outside with Dani when the chaos erupted, everything had escaped from his mind except that he needed to be there, he needed to fight. His entire body pumped with adrenaline as he stood next to Sirius, they worked in perfect harmony as they faced death eaters, their curses expertly trained at their enemies. They could win, they would win. It was never a doubt in James’s mind because he had to protect the school, he was fighting on the right side and he wasn’t going to let them win. He laughed in harmony with Sirius as his curse caused the death eater to fall to the ground, his eyes catching Sirius as he grinned at him. “Guess those extra dueling lessons we had in our room are finally paying off.”

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lunedelupin‌:

“Probably, but there’s nothing wrong with a talking dog that fights monsters. Perhaps I should have just dressed up as Sirius.” He grinned at the other before taking a look at one of the biscuits. “I bought these a while ago so who knows, but you could be right about the dog part.” He sighed before poppin’ another one in his mouth. “I’m still disappointed that you didn’t dress up as Daphne.”

James raised up his hand defensively, “Woah -- hold on there. I am definitely not Daphne, purple really isn’t my color and I am not the damsel in distress, Remus. I am way more of a Shaggy.” As if to prove his point, James plucked a treat from Remus’s fingers, putting it into his mouth. “This better not be a dog biscuit mate.”

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eldestprewxtt‌: 

“–James Fleamont Potter.”

Molly pulled away from the kiss with a huff, arms moving out to push him away from her. Once he was a safe enough distance, one hand moved back to smack him on the shoulder, stern look on her face. “You do not just get to walk up and kiss me like that. Merlin’s bloody beard, you’re lucky I don’t hex you out of this hall.”

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James chuckled softly as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, he knew that Molly wouldn’t be very happy with him, and hell he definitely deserved to be smacked. “So I take it you don’t want another one?”

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“Thanks, man,” he said with a grin. “It’d be different if she wasn’t my friend. I’d have nothing to lose. But Hestia’s one of my best friends and I just want to make sure that I’m not going in a battlefield. I’d rather just ignore my feelings if it means that things aren’t awkward between us.”

“I mean, are you worried that she’s not into you?” James questioned, though he thought Hestia would be crazy not to be. He was pretty sure that Frank Longbottom exemplified an ideal man to have a crush on, hell he was a great friend in James’s eyes and James didn’t give that out casually. “Aren’t feelings always a battlefield, whether you tell her or not?”

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“you’re not a bad kisser. no wonder everyone loves you.” fi said simply, shrugging her shoulders. she was glad the dare was over as she didn’t exactly want to go around kissing random people but james wasn’t a bad option. 

“Why thank you -- but don’t be telling too many people or everyone will be trying to kiss me.” James teased, his grin spreading on his face, scratching the back of his head.

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“Your second favourite person? I’d say favourite, but we all know Sirius is number one,” She teased with a smile. “Why who are you planning to ask to dance?” Winnie questioned, arching an eyebrow at him before her cheeks flushed. She wasn’t particularly great with accepting compliments. “Thank you. You look very handsome.”

James couldn’t help but laugh at the innocent teasing as he shrugged his shoulders in agreement, “Second favorite isn’t too bad, I mean it’s better than like ninth or twentieth or something...” He smiled at her, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed at his compliment. “Oh yeah, well thank you. I do say I can clean up rather nice if need be.” Though he hadn’t bothered trying to fix his hair, that had been a lost cause long ago. “You, maybe I was planning to ask you -- what do you say? Win, would you dance with me?”