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My brother in Christ we know he sleeps with his mouth slightly open
He snorts in his sleep sometimes
That even tho his belongings are falling apart the knots and stitches he puts around things are meticulously neat and tidy (controlling what he can control)
That after a full moon heâs so exhausted he can sleep all day
His voice is hoarse
He can do (or at least itâs implied) wandless magic to create flames
His first response to an attacker is to talk to it (and be real sassy with it)
Heâs competent enough to get rid of said attacker
He gives away the cure to dementors but doesnât seem to eat any himself
He smiles a whole lot, considering
He can go from asleep to perfectly alert in seconds
Heâs sickly looking to the point âa good curse would finish him offâ
Heâs likely thin
He has his name on his suitcase but the lettering is old and worn suggesting heâs been called Professor before (likely as a joke but we canât tell that quite yet)
He looks young despite grey hair, itâs noticeable that heâs been prematurely aged
Heâll take responsibility and check in with the driver
Heâll write to pomfrey to tell her that a student is hurt
And this is just Chapter 5 of PoA- when heâs asleep for 90% of the chapter! Imagine the shit we get when heâs awake
Hey not to ruin anyoneâs day but how long do you think Charlie stood by the edge of Toddâs bed, looking down at his peaceful sleeping form and steeling himself for the message he couldnât delay forever? How long do you think he stood trying to give Todd just a little more time existing in a world that Neil was still in?
everytime someone says "neil should've just waited until after military school to continue acting, his death was so unnecesarry" i die a little bit inside
Potter!Reader tells her dad she's been asked on a date.
Summary: James finds out Lily's type in men is apparently genetic.
Wc: ~1.7k
CW: Just chaotic fluffy hijinks - a jab about Americans
âDad.â You trailed James into the kitchen, fighting to keep your voice calm despite the storm brewing ahead.
But James Potter, in all his dramatic glory, had gone entirely deaf. Arms flailing like a prophet warning of doom, he roared, âFamily meeting!â
âNo! No family meeting!â you yelped, lunging for his arm. You barely stifled a laugh as he flailed harder, like a fish trying to escape the net.
James spun around, courtroom-drama style, and gasped at you with the intensity of someone catching their child red-handed with a cursed artifact. âFred Weasley? Our Fred Weasley? That Fred Weasley?â
âYes, that Fred Weasley,â you groaned, dragging your hands down your face. âMerlinâs saggy balls, I regret telling you already.â
James slammed his hand on the counter for emphasis, pivoting toward the sitting room like a man possessed. âLily!â he thundered, shaking the walls. âLily, get in here! Your daughterâs lost her mind!â
âDad, for Merlinâs sake!â You tried to grab him again, but James had started pacing now, looking like a wizard unjustly accused of crimes against decorum.
âNot in my house! Not under my roof!â He spun around, hazel eyes bulging with a level of betrayal that deserved an award. âFred Weasley doesnât know the meaning of curfew! Or- Merlin help us- a respectable bedtime! Do you think Iâm letting that chaos into my family? After all Iâve sacrificed? For you?â
âJames,â came Lilyâs voice, calm but laced with amusement. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed and eyebrows raised, her lips twitching. âWhat are you yelling about this time?â
James turned to her, a man on the brink. âFred Weasley! He asked her out! Our daughter! On a date! Alone! With no chaperone!â
Lily blinked, then turned to you with a grin brighter than a Patronus. âOh!â she gasped, her eyes lighting up. âHe finally asked?â
James froze mid-tirade, pointing an accusatory finger at his wife. âFinally? What do you mean, finally? Have you been... supporting this? Encouraging it?â
Lily shrugged, her grin widening as she pushed off the doorframe and sauntered into the kitchen. âHeâs a lovely boy, James. Polite, clever, charming. He reminds me of someone I used to know.â
âDonât you dareââ James began, his tone low and dangerous.
âYou,â Lily finished brightly, jabbing him in the chest. âFredâs just like you were. All mischief and charm. No wonder she likes him.â
James gawked at her like sheâd suggested selling their house to a pack of trolls. âThatâs exactly why she canât date him! I was Fred Weasley, Lily! Do you know what I wouldâve done if someone let me date their daughter?â
âYou married her,â Lily said sweetly, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek, winking at you as it effectively stunned the red mess that was your father.
James froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air, completely derailed by Lilyâs well-placed jab and affectionate kiss. He finally managed to sputter, âThatâs- Thatâs completely different!â
âHow, exactly?â Lily teased, raising an eyebrow as she crossed her arms again. âBecause if I recall correctly, you were a menace, Potter. A charming menace, but a menace nonetheless. Fredâs cut from the same cloth, and you turned out all right.â
James spluttered, gesturing wildly at you. âBecause this is my daughter! Sheâs not supposed to fall for charmers like Fred Weasley! I canât just let this happen! Whereâs the fatherly dignity in that?â
âOh, James,â Lily sighed, patting his shoulder with exaggerated pity. âI hate to break it to you, but you lost your âfatherly dignityâ the day you wore those matching Christmas jumpers with Sirius.â
âThat was solidarity!â James barked, his ears reddening as he straightened his posture in a futile attempt at reclaiming authority. âAnd anyway, this is different. Iâm supposed to protect her! Shield her from the heartbreakers and mischief-makers of the world.â
âFredâs not a heartbreaker, Dad,â you said, exasperated but amused. âHeâs actually- dare I say- nice? And maybe even mature? A little bit?â
James looked like he might faint. âMature?! Youâre telling me Fred Weasley- the bloke who turned all the Quidditch goalposts into giant marshmallows- is mature?! What next? Heâs taken up knitting?â
âKnitting would be a good look for him,â Lily quipped, clearly enjoying herself. âVery soothing hobby. He could knit you a jumper, James, to match that dignity youâve misplaced.â
You couldnât help but snort at the visual, and James threw his hands up, pacing the kitchen again. âI canât believe this. Iâm being outnumbered in my own home.â
âItâs called democracy- like the Americans,â Lily said, smirking as she leaned against the counter. âAnd right now, youâre the losing party.â
James stopped pacing to glare at her. âFred acts like a damned American..â He mumbled before he raised his voice. âThis is treason. Pure, unadulterated treason.â
âJames,â Lily replied patiently, though her lips twitched with amusement. âYouâll survive.â
At that moment, Harry wandered into the kitchen, his face set in curious confusion as he surveyed the scene. He held a plate of leftover treacle tart, chewing leisurely. âWhatâs with all the shouting, then?â He asked, his tone disinterested but his eyes sparkling with intrigue.
James immediately pounced, pointing an accusatory finger at you. âYour sister has decided to go on a date with Fred Weasley, Harry! Fred Weasley! What do you have to say about that?â
Harry blinked at him, clearly trying to piece together the situation. Then his gaze slid to you, and his smirk grew as he swallowed a bite of tart. âFred, huh?â he said, his tone dripping with amusement. âNice. Bold choice. Never a dull moment with a Weasley.â
âBold-? Harry!â James looked genuinely wounded. âThis is a betrayal! Your own sister-"
âIs an adult,â Harry interrupted, shrugging. âAnd youâre acting like sheâs run off to marry Voldemortâs ghost.â
âDonât give him ideas,â you muttered under your breath, earning a snort from Harry.
âNot helping, Harry!â James barked, looking thoroughly frazzled now. He pointed at you again. âFine! Go on your date! But Iâm watching him. One toe out of line, and-â
âAnd what?â you challenged, grinning now as Lily watched on, clearly entertained. âYouâll duel him? Turn him into a marshmallow like his Quidditch goalposts?â
James opened his mouth, floundering for a retort, but Lily stepped in, tugging him gently away from the center of the chaos. âCome on, love,â she cooed soothingly. âWhy donât we sit down, have a cuppa, and let the kids handle their own lives for once?â
James sighed, finally deflating. âFine,â he grumbled, shooting you one last suspicious look. âBut mark my words- an eye for an eye! Harry, date his younger sister!â
Harry froze, the bite of treacle tart halfway to his mouth as the words sunk in. His eyes darted between you, Lily, and James, clearly trying to figure out if this was his moment to fess up or quietly Disapparate.
âWhat?â James demanded, noticing Harryâs hesitation. âWhatâs with that face? Donât tell me youâve already thought about it!â
Lily covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. You, on the other hand, burst out laughing immediately, doubling over as the image of James putting two and two together hit you.
âWhy are you laughing?â James barked, looking between the two of you like he was missing the punchline to a joke everyone else got. âWhatâs so funny? Harry, explain yourself!â
Harry, clearly seeing no way out, sighed and placed his plate of treacle tart on the counter. âDad,â he started, bracing himself, âIâm already dating Ginny.â
James froze. Completely, utterly froze. His jaw hung slack, his hands hovering mid-air like a malfunctioning automaton.
âYouâre what?â He whispered, his voice teetering on the edge of shock and betrayal.
You howled with laughter, tears forming in your eyes. âOh, Merlin, this is priceless!â You gasped. âDad, your face- your face!"
âJames, breathe,â Lily advised through her own laughter, leaning against the counter for support. âYouâre going to give yourself a stroke.â
James finally snapped out of his trance, his eyes narrowing into sharp points of indignation. âGinny?! Ginny Weasley?! First her with Fred, and now you- how long has this been going on?â
Harry scratched the back of his neck, clearly trying to make himself look smaller. âA while.â
âA while?" James repeated, his voice cracking. âDefine âa while.â A few days? Weeks?â
Harry hesitated. âSince... fifth year?â
âFifth year?!" James bellowed, looking like he might explode. âThatâs years! Years, Harry! And you didnât think to tell me?!â
âWhat was I supposed to say?â Harry shot back, clearly frustrated now. ââHey, Dad, by the way, Iâm snogging Ronâs little sisterâ? That wouldâve gone over well.â
âWell, itâs certainly better than me finding out like this!â James cried, gesturing wildly at nothing in particular. âMy own son! Betraying me! I raised you better than this, Harry!â
Lily wiped her eyes, still chuckling. âOh, donât be so dramatic, James. Theyâre clearly happy, and Ginnyâs a wonderful girl. You love her.â
âThatâs not the point, Lily!â James snapped, his hands flying to his hair. âItâs- this is-!Fred! Ginny! My children and their Weasleys! Whatâs next? Ronâs going to marry into the family, too?â
Harry raised an eyebrow. âWell... technically, Hermione-"
âNo! They got her too!?" James cut him off, throwing his hands in the air. âDonât even tell me! I wonât survive it! This is it- this is how I go. Betrayed by my own family and buried in a sea of Weasleys.â
You leaned against the counter, wheezing with laughter. âDad, youâre being ridiculous.â
âRidiculous?â James turned to you, his face a picture of righteous indignation. âYou donât understand. I fought a war for this family- for this! And now my legacy is going to be a house full of Weasleys!â
âSounds cozy,â Lily teased, patting his arm. âYouâll come around, James. You always do.â
James groaned, sinking into a chair as if all the fight had been drained out of him. âFine,â he muttered, waving a hand dismissively. âFine. Date your Weasleys. Marry them. Name your kids Fred and Ginny Jr. for all I care.â
You patted his shoulder, grinning. âLove you, Dad.â
He shot you a glare but muttered, âLove you, too. But donât think for one second Iâm not watching Fred like a hawk.â
âAnd Ginny?â Harry asked, daring to push his luck.
James pointed a warning finger at him. âYou, young man, are on thin bloody ice."
Lily hushed James as she patted his back, leading him out of the kitchen. He continued to blabber on, muttering something along the lines of;
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I know the sunset will not last longer than a few minutes, I know the leaves of summer fall but today I gather the fleeting moments and wear them like a choker around my neck, today I capture all the smiles, all the rays of the sun and swallow them whole. I know all things end but today I breathe in all of the beginnings and wait for another sunrise.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire