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Name: James Sirius Potter Alias: The Golden Boy Security Level: Code Green Identification: 100822-5768837 Current Time: August 2030 [AU continuation of AnotherGleefulHogwarts]

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September 7th, 2022 || #2

To:

Elliott Gilbert 62 Vade Park LONDON OR BUST, BABY

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James Sirius Potter (Yes, THAT James Sirius Potter) (Surprisingly enough, it’s quite a rare name) Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry My Arse, Probably

My Darlingest Elliott,

It’s safe to assume that we both miss each other quite a bit, so I guess we’re even on that front, then. Which means you can’t use it as blackmail some day, given you were just as eager to get a letter from me as I was to write one. James - 1, Elliott 0. Hah!

I consulted Annie on your hair dying dilemma. If you’re willing to wait ‘til Christmas, you know she could charm it for you so that it could change colour at will. Saves you the hassle of ever dying it in the first place, - but, no, I know you’ll prefer the Muggle option, for some bloody reason. With that in mind; silver or bust. 

Hey, I hate the robes as much as you do. Xavier’s orders. I’ve tried convincing him we’re all mutants so we should get the wicked cool X-Men uniforms, but he hasn’t budged yet. I’ll keep you updated on that one. 

I’ll send you your piece as soon as Lou works out the final kinks. We’re still in the same timezone, remember, - if you’re not absurdly busy with studying and all that, I reckon we could get an evening or two in. But not Fridays. Sorry!

Potions with Ravenclaws, luckily enough. I’ve already called dibs on Quinn as a partner, which means you’ll be seeing more of her again, too. Who knows, maybe we’ll even get a few minutes of the mirror in when we’re in class, so you’ll see all this stuff for yourself. Wicked, right? And, please, have you seen my face? You know it’s not possible to mess this up. Goes against both my world’s laws, and yours. 

Won’t find out about the winning ‘til October, actually. Which means we have a month of training to work with, which I’m not complaining about. We have a couple of new reserves to break in, - Porter and McLaggen. I’m quite excited. Wish us luck!

NEWTs, Ell. Next up is NEWTs. Nastily Exhausting Wizard Tests, which is a bloody accurate title for them. But, for your sake, - yes, this year it’s CATs. Cute As (fuck) Tests. Enjoy your ignorance. Embrace it while it lasts. <3

I MAKE NO PROMISES. I LOVE YOU TOO. MAKE GOOD CHOICES. DRINK RESPONSIBLY, OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

I’ll keep an ear out for that screaming, then. Just, try not to deafen me, yeah? Dani’ll murder me if I can’t help her with her Frog Choir audition this year, and I can't exactly healp if I'm deaf. Fourth time’s the charm, though, right?

History of Magic is still history, Ell. It’s still boring. Believe me, I’d be completely captivated if the bloke said one word about the Howling Commandos or something, but apparently any and all talk about that particular topic is entirely off limits this year. But for you, yes, I’ll say hi.

Also, asking in advance; would you blame me if I ask you to help me out with Muggle Studies this year? Again? Because I now hate my Electives but I love you?? You’re the best.

Jamie

PS; Ten months can’t go quick enough, really.

PPS; YOU LOVE US AND YOU KNOW IT. Did she tell you that she ran over to give me a hug before she was sorted? Because she did. And it was adorable.

PPS; xox

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September 4th, 2022 || #1

To:

James Potter Gryffindor House Table Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

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Elliott Gilbert Same Bedroom As Always Same House As Always Please Don’t Scare the Muggles Godric

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As The World Falls Down

The soldier had another mission. That was the only reason he was ever pulled out of stasis, that the spells were lifted and he was truly able to be again. The war was over, had been over for- 

He didn’t know. Had no idea how many missions he’d had since. His body still bore the scars from them, even with the protective clothing he wore. They were not the robes that his targets so often wore, but tight fitting pants and a shirt, designed to deflect magic. Between that and the mask that both hid and protected his face, he was well shielded.

But his targets had only gotten harder to kill, as the years passed. He knew this one would be the hardest. James Sirius Potter. The Golden Boy of the Ministry, Son of the Savior of the Wizarding World. He was a level seven threat. Fully capable of eliminating most assailants the Brotherhood sent after him.

The soldier was not most. He’d been trained better than that, had long since learned to master both his magic, and his powers. The Potter boy would die. The soldier had never been more confident of anything else, as he apparated into London, finding his footing easily on the roof he landed on. He had twenty four hours to complete his mission, and the first four were spent doing recon, concealed under layer after layer of disillusionment charms. The intel in the Ministry said that Potter would be on a mission of his own in Diagon Alley soon. It was best to be prepared for it.

Potter arrived as the soldier positioned himself, right on time. The soldier felt the lightning that rose to his fingertips. It had been too long, since his last mission, he thought. Too long, since his last kill and using his power would be a relief. But still, he waited from his perch, concealed until Potter’s focus had shifted completely on his mission.

And then, he dropped to the ground, spells dispersing to leave him visible as he landed. Lightning rose then, and he remembered his handlers words clearly.

‘Potter is important. Kill him slowly and painfully. Make it hurt, and be sure it’s visible.

All casualties are acceptable.’

So he let the bolt of lightning loose, sent it straight at Potter, and immediately fired off a silent Blasting Curse, moving forward slowly. Their were other Aurors around. Civilians everywhere, but the soldier didn’t care. He had eyes only for his target.

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Something felt off.

It was another mission. The usual briefing, - Diagon Alley, six man team, Lynn keeping touch with Wilde back at Orriz Road, simple instructions; scope the street out, ensure the area was safe before the Ministry gave the clear for the public to mingle again. It didn’t stop the public from mingling already, the bustling street a clear sign that the Wizarding community felt a sthough the worst was over, but a job was still a job. Rose was covering a team over in the west, and he was here. Diagon Alley, at it’s busiest since the war had begun.

At that point, however, James had learned to differentiate between what felt tense, and what felt off. The world was tense, - not sure if they had reached the end of the storm, or the eye of it. But the people seemed calm, and while James was more than happy to go back to the Ministry, and to Orriz Road, with reassuring words, there was something about the familiar street that stopped him from returning.

They had a job to do. Peace or not, he would see it through.

His wand was holstered to his forearm, stuck with Louis’ latest ingenious invention; with one flick of his wrist, the wand would be in his duelling hand, without risk of it getting caught in the hip holster his father had begun to favour. It was a small relief, but a relief all the same. James, who had been caught in a moment of staring at the shops around him, forced himself to focus. They were on a mission, for Godric’s sake. Search the shops, search the basements, clear the street. He shook his head, turning back to his team to start their work, - 

- when Ryder’s gaze turned to something behind him, and the bolt of lightning hit James’ back before he could hear Ryder yell a warning.

James fell, body convulsing with the electricity that pulsed through his veins. It burned, made him seize up, caused the civilians around them to go running, screaming, - though all James could comprehend was fire, and pain, and loud, muffled noises.

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September 2nd, 2022 || #1

To:

Elliott Gilbert 62 Vade Park London

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James S. Potter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Scotla - bloody hell, the owl knows where to go, is this really necessary?

Ell,

Alright. It’s been a grand total of one day since I’ve seen you at King’s Cross, and I’m already having withdrawal symptoms. I’m in a dorm with Freddy again, - but Kurt isn’t here this year. Apparently his dad transferred him to Salem, the Wizarding Academy in New York, for whatever reason. We were told at dinner last night, so I never got the chance to tell you ‘til now. I’m sorry. I knew you liked him. If I get any contact details, I’ll pass them on, alright?

What else.. - oh! We have our first match in a month. Before you give me the whole spiel again; I know, you can’t come, but my cousin Lou came up with a wicked solution. Apparently my grandad (the one I’m named after) and his best mate (the one I’m also named after) had charmed these mirror shards to work as a two-way communication. You know we can’t use phones up here, so I reckon dipping into a little old-style magic couldn't hurt. It’s discreet enough that no one down your end will know what it is, but obvious enough that you’ll know. We’re working out the kinks right now, but as soon as it’s ready, I’ll mail one to you, yeah? Then you can see everything that goes on in the castle, without breaking any laws.

I know, I’m a genius, you don’t have to tell me.

We got a whole bunch of new first years at the sorting ceremony last night. Managed to get a hug from your sister before she was called up, - I won’t tell you what she got. That’s her news to bare, but I’m pretty sure you’ll be happy. The hat practically covered her entire head, though. Dom managed to get a picture, so that’s enclosed. 

Timetables came in. Potions first thing on a Monday morning? I’m pretty sure they’re trying to kill us already. On the plus side, quidditch on a Friday? Making friends with Kent was the best decision I’ve ever made. Quidditch tryouts are in two weeks, so I’m two parts petrified and one part excited. Kent was already talking about lining up a special tryout for a possible Captain new year, which reminded me, -

One year. Less than, even. Just under ten months, and I’ll be graduating. Merlin. It’s insane, right?

So.. - yeah. Guess this is it. Write back soon, yeah? Writing these letters still gives me something interesting to do in History of Magic. 

Jamie

PS; I miss you, you git.

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