theamazingpedro:

What always confused me was, if Lily dying for Harry out of love protected him from Voldemort, why didn’t James dying for Lily and Harry protect them both. He did the same thing as Lily did, dying so that they can live, so why did it have a different effect. Does this mean James didn’t really love Lily? Just a thought.

Voldemort didn’t give him a choice to stand down though

maraudingwhale:

Here’s the thing, she was never on a date before.

Not for lack of invitations, but for lack of will, of course.

Lily Evans liked her freedom. She liked spending hours in Scrivenshaft without worrying if she’s making someone bored.

She liked hanging with Marlene in Broomsticks laughing gaily, their hairs messy and her comfy warm jeans and her comfy sneakers giving her that weekend breather.

She certainly did not want to wear a skirt in winter like Dorcas had to because the date was in Puddifoot’s and anything longer than a skirt past your knee is frowned upon even in winter.

Yes, Lily Evans would rather like buying her chocolate frogs and her books in her sneakers rather than pay five galleons for a cup of tea.

That is until James Potter of course.

Now see, James Potter also loved his independence. He loved spending hours in Zonko’s without being badgered to go to Puddifoot’s.

He loved to hang out with the Marauders in Broomsticks and laughing without minding his manners.

He loved to wear his reindeer sweaters and he has long given up on his mop of hair.

He liked to simply get his Bertie Bott’s and his prank supplies and throw snow at Sirius with Pete and Remus.

That is until Lily Evans.

Now, the whole of Hogwarts has been waiting for James and Lily to get on with that Hogsmeade date that has been three years overdue, but when James Potter finally asked out Lily Evans near the end of fifth year by that tree with Severus Snape hanging upside down, they gave up all hope of ever seeing James and Lily on a date.

That is until sixth year, when Lily Evans stood up on the bench whilst eating breakfast with her friends and screamed “James you bloody idiot IT WAS ME ASKING YOU OUT ON A DATE!”

See, here was the problem.

When Lily Evans sat down on her sixth year potions class, she expected to be alone because her partner called her a racist slur.

But there was James Potter sitting there sulking, broody (and five times more attractive than when she almost said yes to his invitation to Hogsmeade about three months ago) looking at an equally sullen Sirius. She was prepared to scream at his impertinence.

“Potter what are you-”

“Not today Evans, please.” He finally looked at her and his eyes were red-rimmed and there were shadows under his eyes, and his utter defeat tugged at her heartstrings.

“Not today.”

So she sat down beside him, took out her parchment, her quill and her ink bottle and simply said “Okay.”

He gave her a faint smile and went back to looking at Sirius whilst her heart ran a marathon inside her chest.

She would later find out from Marlene that Sirius Black ran away from home and James Potter had to take him to Mungo’s for his various injuries and has been protecting him ever since. This would cement one thought in Lily’s mind that to be honest she always knew but refused to acknowledge: James Potter is kind.

So the year would go on, and Lily and James would develop a normal acquaintance type of friendship that would eventually evolve to continually eating breakfast together, going to classes engaged in debates about who is better, The Doctor or Newt Scamander and falling asleep on the common room couch, legs tangled together as their various homework parchments flutter around them.

Eventually, the now sometimes broody, less obnoxious but still nerdy cannot talk to girls goof Quidditch captain would start to attract attention from the female populace which he seemed, to Lily’s relief, very ignorant about.

Of course, the rest of the Marauders were always ignorant about the female attention they get, choosing instead to prank each other, and act like a pack of puppies in a romp.

So Lily was doing just fine being James Potter’s friend when Olive Wood started to hang around James after Quidditch practice.

Olive was a fifth year, and she was the younger sister of Keeper, Thomas Wood. Olive recently got the Seeker position and was claiming that she needed to practice with the captain to get in shape for their first match against Slytherin.

James was happy to oblige Olive, and started spending the precious afternoons that were for him and Lily with her.

She started to grate Lily’s nerves a bit, so Lily decided to take matters into her own hands and wrote him a letter asking him out to Hogsmeade.

The doofus, however, misinterpreted the signature - your most ardent friend, for Olive and was a bit befuddled about it at breakfast the next morning.

“So see, Ollie’s a great girl and all, but she’s Thom’s sister and I really don’t think Thom will forgive me for dating his sister.”

Lily gripped her fork in her hand as James prattled on about Ollie and how perfect she was.

“Prongs, look here, if you like Ollie, and you’re a decent bloke who would not break her heart, then what are you afraid of? I mean, you do like Ollie, don’t you?”

Remus prodded him and James seemed to mull it over. Lily stabbed her potato with a knife.

Sirius sent her a sly glance before turning to James once more.

“Answer the question Prongs. You do like Ollie right?”

“I-”

And Lily could not take it anymore and hence stood up on the bench and asked James Potter out in front of the whole of Hogwarts.

Which led to this moment, here in front of the gates an hour before everyone was due to leave for Hogsmeade where James Potter was looking at a dressed up Lily Evans wearing a pink skirt that flowed past her ankles and a white sweater that made her hair seem to catch fire.

She was blushing, because he too was in slate gray pants and James Potter never wore anything but ripped jeans and he tamed his hair and wore leather shoes.

When they both got over the shock, they were presented with the worst conundrum of all - they were going on their first date, with a person they like at the place they hated the most.

It took three seconds of squirming before they both blurted out

“I DON’T WANT TO GO TO PUDDIFOOT’S!”

Which led to widened eyes, and chuckles and utter relief that see, it wasn’t so hard to go on a date, not when you’re just hanging out with your mate.

So he chucked his leather shoes, and mussed up his hair. And she revealed that under the skirt she was wearing her warm comfy jeans, and they raced towards the kitchens munching on Treacle tart and left over Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Botts just having the talk, you know, the kind that never ends.

And the whole of Hogwarts thought that the date did not happen, and money sadly exchanged hands, until Kingsley Shacklebolt would whoop and holler and demand his money from Earl McMillan because there under the beech tree by the lake, James Potter and Lily Evans lay side by side, holding hands and sleeping soundly.

The next Hogsmeade weekend, Lily Evans would be in her ratty jeans, and rattier shoes and her hair would be bunned up messily but her hand was caught in James Potter, who wore his reindeer sweater and his mop of hair going this way and that.

They would spend hours in Scrivenshaft, arguing over self inking quills and in Zonko’s where Lily’s eyes gleamed with each new item James bought (and McGonagall shuddered because she was sure a new Marauder was born). They would eat their fill in Honeydukes and hang out with their friends in Broomsticks. But their hands remained clasped, and their legs would get tangled up, but it was just like every other Hogsmeade weekend they spent alone, but this time, it was just made happier.

maraudingwhale:

“Damn it Sirius, did you really have to bite me?”

“Moony, you were about to chomp on Peter, how would you have felt?”

“Eating a rat, disgusted I asume.”

“Hey!”

“James, that is not helping anyone.”

“What, Pete, no offence but rats are disgusting and eating one is even more.”

“Who showed you the way to the kitchens? You can’t even transform inside because guess what, a great bloody stag is bound to cause some unwanted attention to Moony’s furry little problem.”

“ALRIGHT ENOUGH.”

Remus winced as he was sure his wound, freshly bandaged, just gaped open.

His friends were all irritable, this being the first night they all went on his transformation and he ended up getting bit by Sirius, pinned to a tree by James’ antlers and he almost ate Peter.

James was probably more mangled than he was. Being the largest animal of the three, he had to take the brunt of Remus’ attacks, and ended up with a torn abdomen, several pulled muscles and a resounding headache, having used his antlers as weapons multiple times.

Sirius was sporting a black eye from when Remus punched him away in an attempt to get to Peter, who aside from being a little bit dizzy, got off relatively unscathed.

“We should go Moony, Pomfrey can’t see us here.”

James winced as he stood, pressing a hand to his still bleeding abdomen. Apparently, self healing did not come easy to animagi.

“Hey, Prongs… thank you.”

For a moment James was afraid he too would tear up, seeing the happy, worried and ashamed look in Remus’ eyes, so he simply tackled his best mate and clung.

“You have nothing to thank me for Remus.”

And Remus knew he meant that with all his heart and he was thrice grateful that he happened to have mates as kind as the three he had, and he found it difficult to care that perhaps these were the only three friends he could make.

These three were better than one thousand after all.

So he settled in that night, and slept peacefully for the first time in almost eight years because finally, finally, he had someone who got his back.

James, Sirius and Peter trudged up to the common room with the knowledge that they barely escaped with their life.

James could care less. He would happily allow himself to be shredded to bits just to keep that smile in Remus’ face. More than anyone else in the world, it was Remus who deserved to be happy.

Sirius felt the same. James, Remus and Peter, these people were his family now, more important to him, more loved, than his own blood. These were the people who would never, not in a million years, let him down.

Peter was afraid. He was not as valiant as his friends was, he was not as sure of the choices they made for Remus.

Eating that leaf was hard enough for him, but risking his life every month for a boy he just met just did not seem wise to Peter, who valued having all of his toes and fingers, thank you very much, and he did not really see the point of him tagging along when he was a rat, and it was only really James and Sirius who got to play with Remus because well, he could be trampled by any which one of them. Something James and Sirius failed to consider because they were huge animals, Merlin’s balls. But he loved his friends, more than anything, so he would continue to go. He had no choice but to go. For Remus.

“Potter?”

James stopped in his tracks and quickly threw the cloak across his friends who were still standing in the shadows.

James would not ever get his friends in trouble when he could sacrfice himself for them.

“Er, Evans? What are you doing up?”

“I just finished my patrols, Remus never show- IS THAT BLOOD? POTTER YOU’RE BLEEDING!”

Sirius and Peter held in a chuckle as James flushed as red as Lily’s hair as Lily peered closely at James’ abdomen and held his cheek in her hand.

“Evans it’s fine-”

“No it’s not! What the hell have you been doing? You’re bleeding, you’re pale, James you didn’t risk your life right?”

“I had to. You know I had to.”

“Is it Remus’ rabbit again?”

James barked out a laugh and collapsed heavily against LIly as he heaved and clutched his abdomen in pain.

Lily murmured soothing words, her hands steadily gripping him and she pushed him inside the common room.

She laid him out on the couch and tore his shirt off with a Diffindo and quickly went on to work on his wounds.

“Black, Peter, you can take off the cloak. I’ll get to you after James.”

Sirius exchanged a bewildered look with Peter and shrugged off the cloak despite the latter’s protests.

“James how could you tell-”

“She saw me, one night, with the cloak, by the one eyed witch.”

Peter gaped at Lily as she quietly healed James intense concentration on her face.

“You never told anyone?”

“Please, as if I would report the source of my nighttime Treacle tarts.”

“You take her to the kitchens?” Sirius whooped and clapped James on the shoulder, having him wince and Lily sending a steely eyed glare at him.

“Ohoho, Mr. Prongs and Ms. Evans, is there something you wish to tell us?”

Lily merely gave Sirius the finger and breathed a sigh of relief as James’ wound began to close. She then allowed him a brief reprise before throwing herself bodily at him and clinging.

James, to the surprise of Peter and Sirius, simply clasped his arms around the now weeping girl and murmured “Still alive.”

“I don’t like this furry business James.”

“I have no choice.”

“I know. I just wish I didn’t fancy the heck out of you because of it.”

Then she quickly smacked her lips to his and dashed to the girl’s stair case.

James went catatonic and all Sirius could think of “What in Merlin’s saggy left ball is going on?”

merv-procrastinates:

University au: Jily

Lily couldn’t believe she let her procrastination get this far. It was currently 11:29 and she had a 5 page paper due at 8 AM. She hadn’t written a single thing yet. On top of her laziness, the wifi wasn’t working in her dorm. So now here she was, walking around with her backpack to a 24 hour cafe.

It was just James’ luck that he got the late night shift. Hardly anyone came to the cafe past 9, unless it was finals week. So now here he was, working late in an empty cafe. It didn’t help that he had an 8AM class in the morning, which would literally be his death.

When Lily walked into the cafe she was greeted with warm air and what looked to be a completely empty cafe. Besides the really hot guy at the counter. But you know, who cares? Lily tried to be embarrassed that her red hair was in a sloppy braid and that she was wearing sweats with food stains on them. But honestly, it was 11:37 and she couldn’t bring herself to give a shit.

When an actual person entered the place, James was shocked. Usually not many people stayed out late to get coffee, rather than beer. The girl that had appeared was beautiful. Her deep red hair was in a messy braid (which James adored) and her striking green eyes enthralled James. Even in food crusted sweats, she looked tantalizing. Not that she was trying, it seemed to just happen for her.

Lily was shamelessly staring at the hot barista. Maybe procrastinating had its pros. But she was stopped in her thought because he was smiling at her and now asking her what she wanted. To take you home.

“Could I have your biggest size of coffee with shots of espresso in it?” The barista raised his eyebrows and started to get her order ready.

“Last minute school work?”
“Something like that.”
“What’s your name?”
Lily knew that he was asking for her name because it goes on the cup, but she was going to be cheeky anyway.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Lily smirked and said, “It’s Lily.”
When the barista didn’t put her name on the cup, it was his turn to smirk.
“I’m James by the way.”
“Wow, I couldn’t tell by your name tag.” Lily actually didn’t notice it, because she was too busy admiring James’ messy black hair and a face that anyone would be jealous of.

Lily paid for her coffee, and then sat down on a couch and got to work.
“Whatcha workin on?” James asked her.
“World domination, obviously.”
“Marvelous, can I help?”
“You can help by shutting your pretty mouth sweetheart.”
“I’m glad my mouth is pretty.”
“Well James, we can talk about that after I finish this shit.”
And so they sat in silence until 4:03AM and Lily screamed that she was finished. And in both James’ and Lily’s mind, they thought that late night shifts and writing five page essays in one night wasn’t that bad. And honestly it wasn’t their fault that they were found snuggling by a very amused Sirius. To which Lily awkwardly introduced herself, gave James her number and left.
“Do you think she looked embarrassed?”
“Nah she didn’t”

kariki:

notentirelymediocre:

finallyfrontiered:

sociallysnapjodie:

egobus:

boyfriend requirements: 

• is a feminist
  
• not a racist 
• dances (not necessarily well) 
  
• is a cutie
  
• is not a murderer 
  
• likes puppies 

yes cause obviously if someone is not a feminist they are obviously scum (sarcasm)

• Isn’t that guy
  

Man the bar could not get any lower and yet some men still can’t reach it.

The bar was an inch above the ground and the guy dug a hole to avoid it.

lycanthropuns:

firagaproductions:

peggycarteristhebae:

hp-headcanon:

submitted by 1000gallonsofgaming

I have an headcanon following this one that when James and Lily were killed and Sirius in Azkaban, Remus came back to Godric’s Hollow and got back those plushies. He tried not to take the dog because it was hurting him too much but without it it was not the same (btw I strongly think that Peter offered a mouse plushie too) and that he kept it because it reminded him of good times at Hogwarts.

Are you getting paid to trample all over my heart or something u cold bastard

nO