Harry Potter Stuff

I won’t comment on how good Lily is bc it’s not relevant but think about it!! James’ parents are both aurors; there have to have been multiple occasions in which James was home alone for at least one meal at a time. He must have learned how to make legitimate meals for himself after realizing that he couldnt go for long stretches of time without a meal that consisted of more than cereal and toast.

I imagine over the years he kind of builds up an impressive repertoire. He’s no master chef but he definitely knows what he’s doing.

It stuns the rest of the marauders and Lily who, despite James’ overt parental nature, didn’t peg him as much of a cook. But Sirius is the first to find out when he comes over to the Potter’s during a particularly bad summer. When James realizes that Sirius hasn’t eaten in a while he goes right to the kitchen and makes lunch. Sirius is floored when James presents him with food that is on par with the stuff he’d eaten at Malfoy Manor.

James becomes the designated cook for all gatherings. He doesn’t mind; in fact, it had become a soothing activity for him when his parents were away. James stress bakes to the extent that his house in Godrics Hollow is always stocked with fresh bread or pastries. Lily loves it because it means less work for her... and because she loves the pure joy that crosses her husband’s face when she tells him how good his food is.

Can we just imagine for a second that James and Lily are immediately transported to whatever afterlife there is when they die but to them it’s as if no time has passed since they were each hit with the killing curse so when they each hit the ground they’re already in heaven or whatever.

Just imagine James, whose only job, only wish, was to make sure that his family made it out; imagine him scrambling to get back up, scared out of his goddamn mind and confused as to why he didn’t seem to die when he got hit. Imagine him looking around and realizing why Voldemort has suddenly disappeared, why his house is suddenly so quiet. Imagine the anguish he feels as he thinks that he’s failed his wife and child. That when they die it’ll be because he didn’t fight hard enough.

Now imagine Lily. When she falls she doesn’t waste a moment getting back up and throwing herself in front of the crib once more; but this time Voldemort is no longer there. She turns around- no Harry. Where’s Harry?? She screams. Her knees give out from under her. Her son is gone. Or is she the one that’s gone? Imagine her pain as she realizes that her only goal, to protect her son, had failed.

James hears the scream from downstairs after an agonizingly long minute of silence. He sprints upstairs as if death himself was behind him. When he enters the nursery he wastes no time scooping Lily up from the ground and into his own shaking arms. She sobs into his chest. He sobs into her hair. They blame themselves but only themselves. They each tell the other that they’re silly, that no one could have predicted this, that they shouldn’t take the blame when it wasn’t their fault.

That’s when they realize that Harry hasn’t arrived in his crib yet. They quiet themselves but hear no soft coos or cries from their child. Could he have somehow survived? They wait by the crib for hours, holding each other because they have no one else to hold, because they’re soulmates, dammit, they are each other’s lifeline, and because they’re both terrified of what this means.

And when morning comes and the papers reveal what happened the night before don’t ask me how just roll w it thanks they realize that they’ve lost their son. That, while he may be alive thanks to god knows who, they won’t see him for a very long time; and that hurts more than when they realize that peter had betrayed them.