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Barty lifted his head before inclining it towards the pitch with a glance. “You playing today, Potter?”

JAMES POTTER

↳ 31 / gender utp (pronouns utp) / auror / fc: nathan stewart-jarrett / open

     I broke the world for us–

losing him shattered you. it was as simple as that: everything you had been -- father, husband, soldier -- was gone, a perfect storm of grief. you lost your son, your wife left, your best friend betrayed you, your brother sent to Azkaban. you lost two years to the grief, wasting away like a ghost of the person you had always been. not strong enough, not fast enough, not enough to save your son, or your marriage, or your friends, scattered to the wind. you fell to despair and let it pull you far from everything you had ever valued, ever loved. 

something saved you -- no, it consumed you. a plan that would right the wrongs that had taken your golden life and tarnished it, that would set the world back into alignment. the Deathly Hallows, a children’s story come true. you had one, already, the cloak that had been with you your entire life. six years of your life were consumed with the wand, tracing its lineage through the ages until you came to the impossible conclusion, and did the deed that needed to be done to make it yours. it’s just the stone, now, one last piece of the puzzle, one last treasure to collect, before you can conquer death and bring him back. and you’re getting closer, now, to discovering where it is.

      connections

↳ Lily Evans – you would do anything for Lily. you have done everything for Lily. when she left you, after Harry’s death, you thought you’d never breathe again, and when she took you back, you swore you’d ensure you never lost her again. everything you do, everything you’ve done, has been for Lily.

↳ Sirius Black – you pretend, you really do, that Azkaban hasn’t changed them. that they can still be the brother to you they were before the war. you’ve taken them in and done what you can, but there is some fundamental disconnect, now, that lies between the two of you, and you don’t know how to cope with that.

Sitting in the grass on the side of the pitch with a book in his lap, Remus squinted into the sunlight.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”