#jily lives

[redadidassneakers]

James: if a beautiful woman disagrees with me I will immediately change my views, because I have no principles

Lily: well maybe you should have principles

James: you’re right maybe I should

[seriouslysam8]

Arcane: Year One

Arcane: Year One

In the spring of 1981, the Ministry of Magic fell. Choices had to be made. When Harry Potter learns the truth about what’s really happening in the wizarding world, he has to try to come to terms with the choices that were made on his behalf.

I lasted as long as I could. I have been working nonstop on this story for months now. It's invaded my thoughts, my dreams, and I can't stop thinking about it. Right now, I'm thinking of posting once every other week, so the next chapter will be out Halloween.

I have been DYING to know what you guys think, so don't forget to drop a review. I'll be anxiously reloading my email all day. And tomorrow. And the next day.

[ginnympotter]

I would love to see an au with no Voldemort, and what Christmas would have looked like for little Harry with Jily.

"WHOOAAAAA," shouted Harry with excitement, flinging the cover of the box to the side and looking at its contents with admiration.

"You know what they all are, don't you?" asked his godfather, sitting beside him.

"Mmhm," confirmed Harry. He pointed to each Quidditch ball. "Koffle, budger, snitch."

"Close enough," said Sirius, ruffling his hair. "Merry Christmas, kid."

"What do you say, Harry?" asked Lily.

Harry hugged Sirius's side quickly. "Thanks, Uncle Sirius."

"You're welcome. You know, personally, I'm a fan of the old bludger strapped in there-"

Lily interrupted him. "But it's too dangerous to let out inside with other people here, PARTICULARLY for a five-year-old, as you're well aware-"

"Okay, FINE," Sirius surrendered, standing back up. "BUT, if he wants to play with it, I could take him in the yard. I think I've still got some beater skills in me."

"No son of mine is putting his hands on a beater bat," interjected James. "He's obviously going to go for the Quaffle-"

"Oh dear," said Lily, holding back a smile. Sirius and James turned to look at Harry, who was already playing with the Snitch. "Looks like we've got a Seeker on our hands."

Harry let the Snitch fly a bit, then caught it triumphantly.

"Good job, Harry!" shouted James. "Do it again!"

Harry obliged, letting the Snitch go. It fluttered away, and Harry began to chase after it with glee, the cat following in his stead.

"Look at him, all grown up, a Quidditch player in training already," said James with pride.

Sirius put an arm around his best friend. "I know. I remember the day he was conceived."

"Me too," said James.

"You do not know the day he was conceived, Sirius," said Lily, cheeks flushed.

Sirius laughed. "You underestimate how much we overshare. And look, I get it! My motorbike's sidecar is VERY sexy. That's why I bought it in the first place-"

"Oh Merlin, I'm going to kill you BOTH-"

The other guests started to cheer- Lily, James and Sirius looked to the center of the room, where Harry was on Remus's shoulders, easily grasping the snitch from mid-air. He looked to his parents and smiled. "DID YOU SEE THAT, DAD?"

"YOU'RE A STAR, SON!!!" James shouted, running over to him.

Lily couldn't help but smile, watching as James took Harry off Remus's shoulder and kissed him on the top of his identical mop of hair. Sirius pulled her in for a side hug. "Listen, I love that kid over there. I'm very glad you conceived him- even if it was during the 5 minutes I left you two alone in the motorbike."

"Yeah...me too."

[tedwardremus]

In The Light of Tomorrow

Chapter 9: Lupin's Curse

“Now, Remus, darling,” Hope said for perhaps the fourth time, kneeling slightly so she could fuss with the collar of his jacket, “you can write home anytime, right? And we’ll answer immediately. No need to worry.”

“I know, Mum.”

“And Professor Dumbledore explained everything very clearly. If you follow the rules he set out, then nobody will get hurt.”

“Mum—”

“You’ll stay in the safe house during the full moon, and you’ll take your potions exactly as instructed, and you’ll tell a professor if you feel unwell—”

“Mum,” Remus said again, softer this time.

Hope stopped talking.

Her hands smoothed automatically over the lapels of his too-big Muggle jacket, straightening fabric that was already straight. Then she pushed his hair back gently from his forehead as though he were much younger than eleven.

“Oh, my boy,” she whispered, eyes shining. “My brave little boy.”

Remus felt his heart twist painfully in his chest.

“You learn everything you can,” she continued. “You be polite and kind and careful, and you show them there’s nothing to fear from you. Alright?”

He nodded quickly.

“Yes, Mum.”

Because that was the thing, wasn’t it? The responsibility sat on him. To be good enough. Quiet enough. Safe enough. If he failed, people would be afraid, and they would have every right to be.

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[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

Hunted Chapter Update!

CHAPTER TEN : Saturday 12th & Sunday 13th August

Meet the parents...

This chapter will answer a few questions - and probably raise a few more!

Snippet below the cut, or read it now on AO3

Saturday 12th & Sunday 13th August

Harry slept fitfully, tormented by nightmares. 

First, his subconscious took him back to a horribly warped version of the press conference, in which he was completely naked, with only the table cloth to protect his modesty. The entire press pack started laughing at him, shouting about how useless and undeserving Harry was, doomed to fail and dangerously deluded. Bizarrely, they were all wearing green badges that read ‘Potter Stinks’, to drive home the point in as juvenile a way as possible.

They only stopped taunting him when AC Gaunt launched himself across the table at Richard Cairns, transforming into a giant snake as he did so. He bit the hapless journalist again and again - except somehow now Harry was the snake, bent on murder and thirsting for the blood of any journalist that crossed his path. 

Unsurprisingly, Harry awoke in a cold sweat, only to find that it was still the middle of the night. It took him ages to get back to sleep, only succumbing after a visit to the bathroom and a glass of water. 

From that point on, his dreams were very different, dominated by a woman with dancing brown eyes and freckles dotting her creamy skin, which, while less disturbing, was potentially more problematic. She was running away from him, down a torchlit stone corridor, periodically looking back over her shoulder and laughing, daring him to catch her—but he never quite managed to get close enough, no matter how hard he tried. When his alarm clock finally sounded, he woke feeling not just poorly rested but discouraged and frustrated.

In Harry’s experience, the best way to combat that sort of mood was to run until his muscles ached and his lungs burned, by which point he’d feel so physically broken he wouldn’t have any headspace to feel sorry for himself. So, he hauled on his trainers and set a pace along the river bank that was so brutal, more than one hapless dog walker had to haul their hairy charge out of his way to prevent a collision.

By the time he was showered and dressed, the exercise endorphins had kicked in, and his general malaise had dissipated. As he was about to leave for Mortlake Road, his phone pinged, and the message he’d received cheered him up still further.

Read it now on AO3: Latest Chapter // From the Start

[ginnyw-potter]

Just thinking about if James and Lily lived and they got to take little Harry to get glasses for the first time and he's so excited because it's 'just like dad' and James helps him pick out nice ones and they show all the options to Lily, who nods encouragingly and tells him how handsome he looks

[lolathestoryteller]

fatherly duties (April 25th prompt; Thrill) @jilymicrofics

“You’re staring, Lil.”

Lily startles, nearly knocking James off his feet as she spins around to face him.

“Woah,” he breathes, steadying her with his hands on her shoulders. “Just me.”

Lily frowns up at him, though she can’t completely hide the slight blush that warms her cheeks, noticing his bemused expression. “I wasn’t staring James, I was just—“

“Staring. Yeah.” James interrupts cheekily, giving her his typical lopsided grin.

“Checking.” Lily corrects him, crossing her arms. “I was just checking if he’s alright.”

James’s smirk softens at that, and is replaced by an understanding smile. “Yeah.” he says quietly, looking past her at the door to Harry’s bedroom, which stands slightly ajar. “I was about to do that, though. One of my fatherly duties.”

Lily can’t help but chuckle at his feigned displeased frown. “Oh, is it now?” she asks amusedly. “And what else, may I ask, would those fatherly duties include?”

James presses a finger to his chin, thinking. “Well…there’s telling horribly flat jokes, for one.” he muses, smirking slightly at Lily’s eye roll.

“Hm, they’re called Dad jokes, I think.” she replies, acting as though this conversation was indeed very serious.

James can hardly hold back a laugh. “Yes, yes, exactly those.” he agrees. “Oh! and there’s also, teaching him all the hidden ways around Hogwarts and—“

Lily slaps his chest. “James Potter!” she hisses quietly. “He’s gotten into more than enough trouble on his own, he definitely doesn’t need your encouragement.”

“Alright, alright.” James sighs, but in all honesty, he does agree with Lily. Hearing about Harry‘s many previous escapes has had them both feeling less than thrilled, to say the least.

“Well, I’ve got another one then,” he adds, walking up closer to the door to peak inside the moon lit room — the room that once belonged to Sirius and now hosts his son. “Protecting him, with my life.”

Lily feels her chest constricting with the entirety of the statement. “With our lives.” she corrects him quietly, leaning her head against his shoulder.

She watches Harry’s sleeping face, and tries her best not to think of the last time they’d vowed to do that — and the last time they almost did do that. And she’d do it again, in a heartbeat.

James wraps his arm around her shoulders, kissing the side of her head.

“Merlin, I’d take a hundred curses for that kid,” he says after a minute. Then, with a breathed chuckle. “Although, you know, I’d still prefer not having to bite the grass anytime soon.”

Lily smiles weakly. “You always hated to eat your greens.”

James turns his head to look down at her, an incredulous expression on his handsome face, before he suddenly bursts out laughing. “Wow.” he snorts. “Can’t believe Prefect and Head Girl Lily Evans would ever pull a pun.”

Lily giggles despite herself, reveling in this moment of quiet solitude. “Oh, she’d never,” she replies with mocked disapproval, before her lips tug into a smile. “But Lily Potter certainly would.”

She thinks James’s smile could probably light the entire bloody house. “I love you, Mrs. Potter.” he smiles, like the love struck teenager he hasn’t been in almost seventeen years.

Lily blushes, although she reckons she really shouldn’t anymore, being in her thirties and all. “I love you too, Mr. Potter.”

A slight creak to their right makes them both turn, and Lily’s blush increases, now twinged with a bit of guilt as she’s met with the confused eyes of their son.

“Dunno what’s more worth asking about,” Harry lulls tiredly, blinking against the light in the hallway. “Why you two’ve been standing in front of my bedroom for the past half hour, or what’s gotten you to giggle on about…?”

Lily bites her lip, sparing Harry a sheepish smile. “Sorry, sweetheart,” she replies genuinely. “We didn’t mean to wake you.”

“We’re just checking on you.” James adds, perhaps unnecessarily.

Lily notices the look of confusion on Harry‘s face. “Uh…right,” he replies slowly. “Checking for what?”

“To know you’re okay.” she explains gently.

Harry raises a brow, lips twitching amusedly. “I’m fine,” he chuckles. “I was asleep, you know…not much I could do that you’d have to check on.”

“It’s just a nice change,” James pipes up, clearly wanting to lighten their conversation. “You — sleeping so quietly, not scurrying around, beating your old man at quidditch.”

Harry snorts. “Yeah, well, I could still beat you, even with my eyes closed.” he retorts jokingly.

James gasps in mock appall; „In your dreams!“

Harry snickers, with that same cheeky glint in his eyes which Lily‘s seen plenty of times before, on James. “Yeah, there too.”

[tell-me-a-secret-a-nice-one]

Lily: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

James, drinking toast: Why do you say that?