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jiilys · 2 years

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“Where’ve you been?” Ron demanded, towering over her library table.

Ginny gestured at the piles of books around her, “Are you having a laugh?”

He shoved a mostly empty vial at her, “Drink this.”

“Why?”

“Because I asked.”

She looked at Hermione standing behind him, ready to raise her eyebrows, roll her eyes, but Hermione was chalk pale, biting her lip. Nodded once wordlessly.

“What’s going–“

“Gin,” Ron’s voice, a knife edge giving way to something else. Pleading. Asking with just her name. Hermione was trembling, and he reached out to grab her wrist. Ginny took the vial and finished it, honey-sweet all the way down.

“What was that for?”

“Harry’s gone and Malfoy’s trying to get death eaters in the castle.” Ron said, in a rush.

She felt her stomach drop through the floor, “What?”

“We think–“ Hermione added, “We think he’s trying to get people in the castle.”

“Hermione–“ Ron started, annoyed.

“Oh, I know, but–”

People breaking into Hogwarts. Everything she’d ever been told made this impossible: evil, here, unimaginable. But sometimes what you are told is not what you know (wet chamber floor, bored voice, the fear all through her body like blood). Unthinkable things were close all the time.

“Where’s Harry?” She demanded.

“Left with Dumbledore”

“Where?”

“Didn’t say”

“And you let him go?”

“It’s Dumbledore.”

She felt like the world was rushing toward her at speed, her body a riot of goosebumps. Unbelievable, ridiculous, and yet things always were until they happened. Until they were in front of you.

“When– what now?”

“We have a plan.” Ron said, grimly, “Or, Hermione’s got one. Don’t you?” He turned to her, still gripping her wrist without realising. Hermione bit her lip, nodded.

Outside the room of requirement, where once she’d been fourteen and blowing the doors off the place, now crouched against the wall with her brother and Neville, looking for that blonde piece of shit. Her pulse throbbed, almost painfully, in her neck, and yet she was bored enough to be counting cracks in the stone below them. Nineteen so far.

Ron was squinting at the map (dumb memory of a different life: sat against the greenhouses, watching the dots move, cursing the twins - every swearword she knows - for not showing her first, Harry laughing, the long line of his throat)

“He’s got to be in there, he’s not bloody anywhere–“ Ron muttering, hunched over. Beside him, shoulder to shoulder, was Neville, jaw set, turning the DA coin in his hand. He hadn’t needed anything to follow them. Only Harry told us.

It had barely been a half-hour, yet a minute was forever. It was the waiting that had real teeth, that’s what she’d learnt after everything. Every second, wondering if Hermione had found Snape, if Luna had, where Malfoy was, and mostly just thinking how Harry had left, how he’d left without seeing her, how he’d given all his luck away.

A crack, like lighting hitting the floor, and the hall was full of the kind of darkness that had been seeping out from under the twins room all summer, (hitting the windows in the hallway, tail of the cat disappearing into Percy’s old room, mum yelling up the stairs). Dread runs through her like water, corrosive and immediate, and Ron is yelling as the darkness becomes total.

Her mouth tastes metallic like she’s been sucking on a knife, but she still can’t stop her lip from bleeding. Every curse is a near thing. Flash of purple light just past her, Lupin deflecting it, throwing a body-bind back in that direction. Horrible fireworks, everywhere, and she ducks in and around, slamming Melveik again the wall and another guy she recognises only from wanted posters. All she can think, with every miss, is that everyone doesn’t have this, and Luna is in front of her, luckless, blonde hair pale as chalk.

Wand in her hand darting everywhere, flashing and flippant, all that practise. She can see a body in the far corner but can’t quite fight her way over (orange light, pulled back by Hermione), and it’s all she can do not to shut her eyes and will it to be anyone, anything, but someone she loves. Furious, sickening (duck under rock fall, block curse headed to Flitwicks left) how death was everywhere, right here, this close to the people she loves, and it’s all in her head (flick wrist, reducto) but her ankle is singing like she never left the Department of Mysteries, like she’s still sinking to the ground, gritted teeth, sick with losing.

Amycus, singing , “Crucio… Crucio…” red flashing like sick Christmas lights, and Felix is good but it can’t be forever, she knows it can’t. She can’t miss them all, quick but not enough, furious spell work nothing against a grown adult, here for blood, here for Dumbledore, here to kill her.

“Impedimenta!” and she turns so quick to his voice she doesn’t even see the curse hit. Harry, wand out, wrist twisted, blue veins up his arm exposed, alive, alive, alive.

“Where did you come from?” She says, unable to think of anything else. Without replying he sprinted off, narrowly missing collapsing rock, tearing down the corridor to some other dangerous thing.

A man who was in jail when she was born and had tried to cut Neville’s neck not ten minutes ago was across the hall: long grey hair, bloody arm, sick grin on his face, raising his wand at Harry’s back .

“Diffindo!” She shouts, glass rains from the window above him. He yells, collapses under it, and she twists her wand wordlessly, forcing the glass further through him. A scream, and everyone is yelling, the place a mess, but she can hear that scream arch over everything like a spell, like a song.

She hadn’t wanted just glass, she’d wanted more pain, thinking of pushing Neville out of the way of that flash of black light, how it had torn through the wooden banister like ribbon. Thinking of Harry’s running back, the wand raised at it. She could say an unforgivable, thinks about it, forms the words. She doesn’t, because people are around, and Amycus is coming too, aiming for Ron, and she stuns him and dodges a flash of blue light and thinks, all the time, of Crucio, of pain, of how its the one thing she can name stronger than fear.

Even the sight of Harry’s back was unbearable, hunched over, his shirt torn through the shoulder. Nobody moved, even the people crying were holding their breath, waiting for the next beat, for Dumbledore to shake himself right, sit up, fix it. The world was a wrong thing. Harry had to get out of here. Here, where death could touch him, where Dumbledore’s body was proof.

She moved past Hagrid and gripped Harry’s fingers, pulling him up, whispering. He followed blindly, leaning toward her voice. Dumbledore’s body twisted on the ground, and everything was unraveled and fucked and finished, but if she kept walking and shut her eyes there was only her footsteps, the cold wind, Harry’s hand. The pulse thudding dully in his wrist, scar on his palm, I must not tell lies. Only she could, actually, all she wanted. Dumbledore was not dead, she dreamt it. Bill was just as he was before, unkillable like all older brothers. Tom Riddle was a far away dead thing. Harry would never let go of her hand.

#hinny #hinny fic #harry potter #ginny weasley #carolineswritingtag #literally this whole thing is just them turning toward each others voice without thinking.... my sunflowers #did absolutely no work today but ginny weasley demands attention... thinking of when diarygirls said she was the original diary girl......#like yeah. and because of that shes the only one that can appreciate how that school is not safety - how it has its teeth out for you #otp: several sunlit days #the stupidity of using that tag on this Angsty 15-yo type fic........... my dumb mind......

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jiilys · 1 year

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worthy punishments

aka good crimes part two: plague edition

“Coffee?” Sirius to Lily, who looked barely human on the living room floor.

“Absolutely.”

“Decaf?”

“Shit-head.”

“How was the break through?” Sirius, putting the jug on, leaning against the kitchen cabinets.

“It wasn’t one. I just had to write a thousand words to figure that out.”

“Grim.” Sirius said, half listening.

“Undeniably. Good sleep?”

“Spent most of the night trying to find a weed dealer who delivers.”

“On Incognito I hope?”

“Obviously. MI-6 isn’t catching me.”

“Find anyone?”

“A few. Also an acid guy.”

“No acid.”

“Well, we’ll obviously do coffee first–“

“We are not dropping acid locked inside during a pandemic. We’ll kill each other.”

“I’m telling you,” Sirius, pulling out two cups, half clean, “maybe acid will give you the thesis break through–“

“Christ–“

“For your studies, Evans–“

“Stop trying to pitch me on acid before coffee.”

“After coffee?”

Lily groaned. Sirius stirred the coffees with a fork, looking at her expectantly.

She considered. “How good is the pitch?”

“There’s a Powerpoint.”

She sat up, “Really?”

“Okay, no, but listen,” Sirius, walking over with the overfull coffees, liquid slopping out, “Just drink this first.”

They both set lockdown goals. Lily wanted to write ten thousand words before it was over. Sirius wanted to learn to light a cigarette off their electric stove. When asked to pick another goal, Sirius said his second goal was to complete his first goal.

read the rest on ao3

#hp fic #lily evans #sirius black #jily fanfiction #james potter #carolineswritingtag #i need someone to ask me abt the the deleted scenes from this so i can free myself from these bastards #its been forever! anyway i love u all and goodbye. thanks for everything #i'll fix any mistakes tmrw im going to bed let me know abt all the inevitable typos!!

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jiilys · 1 year

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Can I just say that I have a humongous amount of interest in the long-running james and lily are celebrities who break up and then get back together that's told entirely in celebrity profile if you were ever thinking of going back to it and that I’d give my left arm to even read the drafts (in a non pressurising way hopefully!). Your writing is incredible and I’m always ecstatic to read anything of yours!!!

this is so nice, and because i'm leaving and it will never be finished you can have the entire barely-there draft!!! be warned, i wrote most of this in, like, high school. also it is very much not finished but i tacked on my plot notes at the end to give you an idea of what i was going for. anyway, onwards!

Excerpt from a Vanity Fair Exclusive: The Wrong Love Story: James Potter and Lily Evans Take the World and Then Try Give It Back

This is not a love story. Well, it wasn’t when it all started.

{ARCHIVED EMAIL} [email protected] TO [email protected]

r.e: audition today

liz

audition terrible. if wannabe seth rogen calls tell him yoghurt washes off and im not paying shite

cheers,

lil

{ARCHIVED TEXT} James Potter to Sirius Black: car is covered in yogurt pls make sure there aren’t pigeons outside ur house

Sirius Black: cant tell if this is a sex thing or not

James Potter: how could it be a sex thing

James Potter: girl from the audition threw yoghurt at my car after i said her movies pander to stuck up virgins

Sirius Black: love that ur calling her ‘girl from the audition’ like u didn’t see that soccer film she was in four times

Excerpt from a Vanity Fair Exclusive: The Wrong Love Story: James Potter and Lily Evans Take the World and Then Try Give It Back

First, some history.

Lily Evans essentially became famous overnight. At the age of 20, starring alongside Keira Knightley and telling the story of the world’s first openly gay soccer player, she was nominated for a Golden Globe for her debut feature film performance.

I say ‘debut feature film’ because Evans had been a staple on the art house short film scene for a number of years with her collaborator Severus Snape. They made the type of horror short films your kids show you when they’re fifteen and you wonder if you should get them to talk to someone. They are still available in the depths of Youtube if you’re interested.

They were actually somewhat of a big deal, in art house circles. Their slasher esque short Lace Me about a disembodied neck, while sounding bizarre, wracked up 300,000 views on their (since deactivated) Youtube channel and is, in parts, genuinely thrilling. Snape was the director and cinematographer and Evans the actress, both sharing the writing credit. Both lived in the quiet, rural Cokeworth, a small British town known primarily for a throwaway line in Billy Elliot and now, Evans. They shared a street that had a playground in the middle, the houses bubbling around the outside. There is a photo of them, floppy haired with notebooks out, sat on the top of the monkey bars and talking. They would be about fourteen.

When asked about that period of her life, Evans is unsurprisingly stiff. “I was a kid.” she said in an interview some years ago, “I made weird shit and showed it to other kids who made weird shit. I don’t know how they hold up today, I don’t own any of the copies anymore, but I liked scary movies. I still like scary movies.”

In any case, the partnership ended under somewhat bitter circumstances, as most people who were breathing and owned a television five years ago probably know, but we’ll get to that.

What’s important right now is that, basically, James Potter has been famous forever.

THE TIMES: Celebrated director duo welcome son

Acclaimed English director duo Finneas ‘Flea’ Potter (53) and Eleonor Potter (47) welcomed a son on Sunday night, their representatives confirmed. Their statement read: “We are delighted to announce the arrival of our son James Phillip Potter on March 9th. Both Mother and baby are doing well, and if anyone’s interested, the father found the whole thing rather stressful actually.”

Flea had previously been married to Dorea Hart for three years. This is Eleonor’s first marriage, and the first child for both.

Eleonor, educated at the Yale school of drama and originally an actress, became the youngest female nominee for Best Director at 28 for her work on Ridiculous, about a haunted high school debate team. Flea is perhaps best known for his work directing the critically-acclaimed comedy-drama duology Pure Blood, which won Barnet Gomas back to his back-to-back Best Actor BAFTA’s and Golden Globes a decade ago.

The couple married fourteen years ago and formed the production company Sleekeazy (pronounced ‘Sleazy”) International Pictures, the name being a play on the short-lived but successful production company ‘Selznick International Pictures’.

Both directed the comedy-drama Hair Care and the coming of age film Out Past Dark, the latter going on to win Best Picture. More recently, the couple have been executive producers on the HBO mini-series 394, a thriller series based on Eileen Rickman’s best-selling novel.

TEEN VOUGE: This Picture of Young James Potter with His Mum Is The Cutest Thing In the World

CLEVVER TV: Watch Seven-Year-Old James Potter talk about his Parents Movie Legacy in Unreleased Clip!

JEZEBEL: Its Been Twenty Years Since ‘Hallmark Boy’ Hit Our Screens, Find Out Why It’s Still James Potter’s Best Film Ever

AV CLUB: Uhhh Remember That Time A Nine-Year-Old James Potter Wore Socks Over Shoes To His Movie Premiere

BUZZFEED: James Potters Movie Characters Ranked By How Big Your Crush On Them Was When You Were Eleven

REDDIT THREAD: best child james potter movie moment that isnt the scene where hes serenading kelly rocket at the school disco in ‘forget it’ bc obvsly that’s number one

Excerpt from BLACK SHEEP: The Unauthorised Biography of Hollywood’s Favourite Bad Boy Sirius Black

Sirius meet James Potter on a fake train, on a movie set they’d snuck on to when they were both meant to be onset filming a cereal commercial. Both boys, rouge and wild even at age nine, had bonded over their mutual hatred of acting and, as I’m informed by a stage hand, were found stealing cigarettes from a back room.

Black, by this point well into being emotionally and physically manipulated by his Hollywood obsessed mother, was drawn to Potter’s easygoing family. Married for 22 years, the Potter’s were the stability Sirius so craved in his own turbulent home life. Despite the long-reported rumours of Finneas’ homosexuality, the Potter marriage appeared stable, and Sirius used James as his raft to gain access.

Excerpt from a Vanity Fair Exclusive: The Wrong Love Story: James Potter and Lily Evans Take the World and Then Try Give It Back

You can’t talk about James Potter for too long without eventually ending up at Sirius Black. For the record, that story in widely debunked biography Black Sheep about how James Potter and Sirius Black met on a movie set they’d both snuck on too? Untrue. They actually met in the green room of a Disney ad featuring a large group of child actors at seven years old, where Potter claims Black unapologetically ate almost the entire allotment of sandwiches and then vomited to go home early.

“It was the greatest acting he’s ever done or will ever do, really.” Potter said on a press tour on The Jonathan Ross Show, to uproarious laughter. Black, by then his producing partner and wearing an outfit so ridiculously cool to look at it too long was to wither and die, said casually “I live to inspire the younger generation.” (Potter is two days younger than Black)

So, James Potter, on his way to becoming the most famous child star since Macaulay Culkin, meets Sirius Black, a kid some already considered burnt out even at the tender age of seven.

THE DAILY MAIL: Former By the Numbers star Sirius Black, 14, testifies in his lawsuit for emancipation in tense court scene [PHOTOS]

E NEWS: Sirius Black and James Potter are Reportedly Living Together During His Lawsuit

THE ATLANTIC: What Sirius Black’s Emancipation Says About the Treatment of Minors in Entertainment

THE DAILY MAIL: Walburga Black Accused of Child Endangerment: Sixteen Hour Workdays, Withholding Food, Halting Production Over Screen Time

JUST JARED: {PHOTOS} Sirius Black Seen Out and Partying During Trial!!

E NEWS: Regulus Black Called to Testify on Mothers Behalf in Black Trial

VANITY FAIR: Black Star Collapse: Inside the Mistreatment, On-Set Abuse, and Erosion of Sirius Black.

[14] missed calls

{ARCHIVED TEXT} Remus Lupin to James Potter: jesus where ar e you

Remus Lupin: james

Remus Lupin: everythings gone to shit i cant find him

Remus Lupin: pickup

TMZ: [VIDEO] Sirius Black (15) Drunkenly ATTACKS Police Officer On Street Amid Emancipation Trial!

Video Embedded below shows former child star Sirius Black, 15, attacking a paparazzo outside a local nightclub, swearing, and apparently intoxicated. Watch now!

Excerpt from a Vanity Fair Exclusive: The Wrong Love Story: James Potter and Lily Evans Take the World and Then Try Give It Back

The saga of Sirius Black’s emancipation trial from his parents was plastered, in excruciating detail, all over the internet (including in this publication) for the two years it dragged on, so won’t be discussed here. All there is to say is that Black moved in with the Potter’s over this period and eventually, at 16, won his emancipation case. Records indicate that he still has not been paid the estimated £4.1 million his parents stole from him over his childhood.

Black continued living with the Potter’s until both moved out at 17 to LA, this time with two new people in tow. Remus Lupin met Black in a McDonalds where the latter was working at the time, and ended up dropping everything to move with them eight months later. Peter Pettigrew was an eternal extra on the set of Potter’s Disney films that he took a shine too and dragged along with him.

Lupin, whose father was an accountant and his mother a school receptionist, was eighteen and the oldest of the four of them upon moving out. “One of us had to sign the lease.” He explained, in an interview some years later. Pettigrew (at the time) just seemed to be happy to be along for the ride. “it’s fun,” he said on Entertainment Tonight just after Genuine Idiot came out and started getting rave reviews, “It’s all just really fun.”

REDDIT: I’m Sirius Black - AMA

It’s Sirius and I’m here promoting my new film Genuine Idiot (out November 3rd) which I co-wrote/am in so you should all watch it in cinemas or buy on blue-ray so you can skip all the parts I’m not in. Cheers!

wolfwere asks: how did you and remus lupin met?

Sirius Black: in a mcdonalds when i was skipping a court-mandated meeting for emancipated minors and lupin was there wiping tables badly

Корнелийfudge: If you didn’t act what would you do?

Sirius Black: does porn count

gillyweed420: james potters best performance?

Sirius Black: the kleenex commercial he did when he was five and dressed as a booger that he hates (link)

Hoegoblin: What do you consider your greatest accomplishment

Sirius Black: climbed all the way up a traffic light the other weekend

jimmyboy: Does it bother you that james has more kids choice awards than you

Sirius Black: i saw you type this potter everyone go cyberbully him

[deleted]: dick pic?

Sirius-Black: my publicist (remus in a wig) said no

ARCHIVED EMAIL: [email protected] TO

James Potter to group: okay so the worst thing ever has just happened

Remus Lupin: oh my god oprah DID NOT die

James Potter: no

James Potter: what???

James Potter: the funding on that lily evans project came through

ARCHIVED EMAIL FROM: [email protected] TO [email protected]

r.e: incident in parking lot

Minerva,

Lily has assured me that the incident at the audition will not happen again, and that she and Mr Potter can remain professional on set. She also wanted me to assure that the yoghurt had been shown on an advertisement to not stain clothes, so damage to the vehicle would have been minimal.

Despite my objections she wanted this clarified. Sorry again, please contact me if there are any issues.

Elizabeth Alexander

Mckinnon Agencies

Excerpt from a Vanity Fair Exclusive: The Wrong Love Story: James Potter and Lily Evans Take the World and Then Try Give It Back

Reportedly, either during or after the audition for James Potter and Lily Evans’ first film collaboration (Hidden in the Willow, directed by the famed Minerva McGonagall) there was- what has been referred to- as ‘The Incident in the Parking Lot’. As for what the incident was, stories vary, from as fantastical as Evans picking up Potter’s car and throwing it into a nearby building, to Potter making a joke about the relative unattractiveness of Evans’ shoes that caused some on-set tension.

Even putting aside rumours of onset drama, the production itself seemed cursed, with the three of the seven willow trees being used in production seemingly having a mind of their own and giving several crew members black eyes or bruised ribs. There was record rainfall for a film that was meant to be set almost entirely outside, under said possessed willows, and whatsmore the prop master had a somewhat wild cat who stalked the set, interfering in shots and looking generally put out.

Regardless, what occurred between the pair was not pleasant, and thus began the feud of the year which played out on-set of the film, where they played lovers, during the press tour and in the months after. Evans’ agent and apparent friend Elizabeth Alexander referred to the rumours of twos dislike as ‘blown wildly out of proportion’.

Sirius Black, Potter’s aforementioned best friend and writing partner who was called for comment for this story, appeared to refute this, saying: “Listen I’m not saying shit, but for the record Liz is talking out her ass.”

The drama apparently stemmed from different approaches to film practise. Potter, raised on sets all his life, casual with his luck, preferred not to learn his lines before the day of shooting. He missed his marks, joked around with lighting guys, didn’t ask for or take notes.

Evans, by contrast, only had two films under her belt by this point. She was known for being accommodating and reliable, but meticulous about prep. She turned up to set knowing the script inside out, having watched much of the director’s available filmography as well as the cinematographers, and knowing all the producers names. She learnt her marks like they were choreography. As one anonymous crew member put it: “we all found [Potter] hilarious, but you could see why she didn’t”

Potter once had to call for a line during a take thirteen times in a row. Evans would reportedly refuse to speak to him off camera, actively ignoring him if he tried to strike conversation. Potter, for his part, hardly helped the situation by printing out photos of Golden Globe’s and plastering them on the front of her trailer. In interviews throughout the production he would refer to her as ‘my co-star, who is Golden Globe nominated…’

Mid-way through the production during a scheduled kissing scene, Potter secretly filled his mouth with grass which Evans discovered mid-take, which she promptly spat back in his face as McGonagall called cut. She then preceded to call him a colourful series of names while Potter, covered in half chewed grass, accused her of being humourless. Footage of this incident was later uploaded to Youtube, then taken down, but multiple people have reported being shown the footage by either Sirius Black or Remus Lupin, depending on intoxication. I can say this because while reporting this story, having still not clarified that we were off the record, Black showed it to me on his phone.

NOTE FOUND ON JAMES POTTER’S HIDDEN IN THE WILLOW TRAILER, KEPT BY THE SCREEN ACTORS GUILD HUMAN RESOURCES DEPARTMENT:

Potter,

Seeing as you like greenery so much I hope you find your new carpet upgrade enjoyable

Lily Evans to Elizabeth Alexander: i have a lawyer right

Elizabeth Alexander: yes

Elizabeth Alexander: what happened

Lily Evans: just checking

James Potter to Remus Lupin: its fully ALL THROUGH the carpet like she ground it in with her shoe dude

James Potter: shes actually deranged my trailer looks like a quarry

Remus Lupin: to be fair you did put grass in her mouth in front of a group of people on camera

James Potter: what part of QUARRY are you not understanding

James Potter: christ ive just seen an ant this is the LIMIT

James Potter: i cant wait for this shoot to be over

Excerpt from a Vanity Fair Exclusive: The Wrong Love Story: James Potter and Lily Evans Take the World and Then Try Give It Back

The onset animosity caused McGonagall to separate their trailers across the lot and, by the productions end, all but cancel the press tour. Potter, at one of him and Black’s legendary parties, reportedly did an impression of Evans to much laughter in the room but that led to her (having heard about it from a mutual friend) going to his address and opening a can of diced tomatoes into his mail box. Potter requested his trailer be moved off the lot entirely, away from Evans, who was refusing to have hair and makeup with him.

In an Elle magazine cover during promotion Evans would say that

“I had no idea what I was doing, and I was terrified all the time of being caught out. I turned up to set knowing my lines and everyone else’s lines back to front. Preparation was really important to me. I felt like- I was trying to compensate for being so lucky with my debut, I just wanted to prove to everyone that deserved to be there. I wanted it all so badly, I couldn’t-“ Evans grasps for a minute, hands together, rubbing a thumb over her wrist bone, “I couldn’t believe how real it all was. I couldn’t stand the idea of losing it because I didn’t do enough”

HUFF-POST RED CARPET FLASHBACK: Lily Evans gives her then co-star James Potter the finger during a red-carpet appearance while promoting their hit movie Hidden in the Willow! Watch the Clip Below!

Okay that’s all I have, but this was the broader plot:

James: child star with famous parents, mickey mouse club type vibe, best friends with sirius who he also meet there (emancipated from his parents), girlfriend called regina minor who is nice

James old films: ride on (8) (not a porno, Disney, kid trying to save local horse), see me (kid with invisibility cloak) flea mountain (kids trapped on flea mountain)

He sings in a musical Christmas carol

Had his start in a one-epsiode character arc in tv show dare to dance

Forget it: kid who can make people forget things (scene with kelly rocket where he sings to her at school dace)

Lily: grew up normal and then starred in a movie with keira knightly, accused by sev of selling out, poor girl trying not to be poor anymore, of abandoning their partnership

Lily’s debut is gay soccer film with keira knightly – never gets a title, called gay soccer film

Lily can’t stand the hypocrisy because snape was also poor and selling out, working with Mulciber and Avery and those other creeps, Harvey W*instein vibe.

James stops working for a year when he’s 17, comes back at 20 with a script that he and sirius write, and it’s funny

It’s called Genuine idiot: Sirius and him write it: two wealthy guys go to a normal frat college and try to not suck: it’s funny like how Superbad is funny, and isn’t as sexist as it sounds.

James doesn’t really want to act he wants to direct, but getting the money is the problem.

Peter knew about an assault, saw it at a party and never said anything, lied to the police about it until other evidence came to light. video on snapchat that was saved. It all comes out when they’re 23 and it fucks everything

James and Sirius write another movie when they’re 24 about three guys in a cabin and one of them is trying to get clean. Loosely based on what they had to do with sirius when they were 22.

anyway, the snape stuff would all blow up when lily was 25ish, it would be how her and james became better friends because peter would also go off and join that group. there would be a big fight at some hollywood party between all of them and james would break his nose and it would always be a little crooked after that, and that's how that all ends

Anyway lily and james fucking hate each other until they don’t, and work on three movies over that time:

Hidden in the willow: minerva mcgonagal period drama, long scenes of two lovers under willow, green/blue colour palette: took ages to get financed, they’re 22 when they’re filming

Came right off that film and into another, their chemistry is so good, their success so assured

Age 25: mad-eye moody: thriller called ‘constant vigilance’, crazy director, insane shoot

Age 28: guilderoy lockheart: ‘pluto’ bizarre space opera film shot and released in same year.

So: they’re 26 when they start going out, 30 when they break up, 34 when they get back together

On a late-night chat show with sirius, remus and james, and they’re promoting their cabin movie. They’d be joking around about lily, and all the bad press and how they’re friends now, and they’re talking about lily said he worse bad shirts on the press tour, or whatever, and james says jokingly “Oh, fuck her” and sirius says “dude, aren’t you?” and that’s how everyone finds out they’re dating

At 32 she wins an Oscar and the camera cuts to him for a split second for a reaction shot, bastards, and he’s clapping for her, expression unreadable

anyway, they'd get back together by the end of the profile, and they'd get married at like 35 in vegas and sirius would get really drunk and break his arm during the ceremony somehow, and remus would be photographed outside a club later in the night in lily's veil looking fucking wrecked

#thank you for wanting to read this! that is so nice #i cant believe how detailed those notes are like hs me was not fucking around. like i edited them a bit to make them readable but like #literally all of that was basically there. she was really doing all this during ncea level 2!!!#retirement lmao #carolineswritingtag #i guess??

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jiilys · 1 year

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hi caro! just wanted to pop in & say how much i love your hinny- they’re so wonderful and (no pressure) if you wanted to share a snippet or a head canon you have for them, i’d be over the moon. love your work !

If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you? That old muggle phrase her father had told them about once, years ago at dinner, while everyone talked over each other. Last week Harry had said it, joking around over the sink washing dishes, bouncing off something she’d said about the team. Thrown back to the dinner table: Charlie asking for money, George’s elbow in her side, Fred pretending Ron was a fruitfly.

Her answer was likely yes, not even kidding around. Running off to get Sirius and ending up killing him anyway, hadn’t that been leaping off the deep end? The battle at the castle the next year, and then then the war the year after that. If all your friends are on a bridge, are you? Her mother’s voice, butchering it, scolding the twins for something a hundred years ago. Harry’s voice, making fun, years later: if everyone jumped off a bridge would you too? Funny, thinking about it now. How she’d proven all her life that yes, she would, but only if Harry asked. Only if it was his voice.

#thank u!! so much!! im leaving now so have this i never figured out where it should go #carolineswritingtag

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fireworks inside

it returns! / also on ao3

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Lily Evans created the james’ surprise don’t spill the beans

Lily Evans added Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Marlene McKinnon

Lily Evans: planning a surprise party for potter’s 22nd to make up for the shitshow 21st

Marlene McKinnon: what kind of bar even has an aquarium

Sirius Black: it should be fish themed to honour the fallen

Peter Pettigrew: fish costume party??

Lily Evans: cant believe how quickly this was derailed

Lily Evans: there will be no mention of the Aquarium Incident at james party

Sirius Black changed the group name to fish wake/birthday

James Potter to Lily Evans: i have made a supreme dinner come home immediately

James Potter: melted cheese on the stove and am dipping things in it

James Potter: currently drinking cheese through a straw this is dining

Lily Evans: on train now and have fancy bread save some cheese

James Potter: would commit several crimes for you and fancy bread

James Potter to cast of glee: lets just be lowkey for my birthday this year

Sirius Black: you mean u dont want to kill a bunch of fish by moonwalking into a fishtank again

Remus Lupin: big talk from someone who threw up in the chips bowl during speeches

Peter Pettigrew: actually that was me remus

Sirius Black: yeah at jims 21st i was with evans climbing up a traffic light to put up the birthday banner and getting yelled at by cops. keep up moony

Marlene McKinnon: lupin how could you forget black doing his speech while all those sirens were going

Remus Lupin: mixed it up with my twentieth when sirius did his toast from the back of a cop car

James Potter: for my birthday sirius isn’t allowed to get arrested

Sirius Black: always limiting me

James Potter: at least not without me

Sirius Black: thats more reasonable

Marlene McKinnon to James Potter: what do you want for ur birthday

James Potter: you to stop bringing up that time i had my car stolen while i was sleeping in the back seat

Marlene McKinnon: request denied you’re getting a book voucher

Sirius Black to Lily Evans: he still has no idea abt the party he’s talking to moony abt how he wants to rent out a cinema and watch mission impossible 4 again

Sirius Black: idiot

Sirius Black: ok hes kind of selling me maybe we should cancel

Remus Lupin to fish wake birthday: should gina get a plus one her boyfriends awful

Lily Evans: yeah she probably should

Sirius Lupin: no

Remus Lupin: ?

Lily Evans: sirius tell me you did not sleep with our cool landlord

Sirius Black: no not yet

Sirius Black: have slept with the boyfriend however

Remus Lupin: christ you’ve got no taste

Lily Evans to Marlene McKinnon: our neighbour just texted to ask if she could bring joseph gordon levitt

Marlene McKinnon: ??

Lily Evans: it’s the name of her dog

Sirius Black to James Potter: what do you want for ur birthday

James Potter: new toaster

Sirius Black: very selfish i would’ve said world peace

James Potter: saving that for christmas

Sirius Black to Peter Pettigrew: does ur staff room have a toaster

Peter Pettigrew: yeah

Peter Pettigrew: why?

Sirius Black: no reason

Sirius Black: im coming to visit today btw

Lily Evans to fish wake/birthday: thoughts on inviting a clown

Remus Lupin: sirius is already coming

Lily Evans: he might need a friend

Sirius Black: at this rate i really might

James Potter to Lily Evans: someone on this bus is wearing your perfume

Lily Evans: how rude of them

James Potter: will set off a flea bomb and overpower it don’t worry

Lily Evans: wait its a FLEA wearing my perfume??

Lily Evans: what great taste he has

James Potter: shocking joke

James Potter: leaving you

Lily Evans: fleaing, if you will

James Potter: god i walked right into that

Sirius Black created the group operation aquatic

Sirius Black added Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Marlene McKinnon

Sirius Black to operation aquatic: so obviously we need to get a fish tank for jimmy boys party

Marlene McKinnon: i was just going to give peter a £10 to jump out in a fish costume when he walks in

Peter Pettigrew: im in

Sirius Black: brilliant idea mckinnon theres no reason we can’t do both

James Potter to rodeo rodeo where for art thou rodeo: whats everyone doing this weekend

Lily Evans: working babe x

Remus Lupin: dinner with my mum

Peter Pettigrew: midnight mass

Marlene McKinnon: tax fraud

James Potter to Sirius Black: seeing as no one else seems to care tell me you can get a drink for my birthday on friday

Sirius Black: i think i can make myself available

James Potter: thank god i don’t know what everyone elses deal is

James Potter: i mean midnight mass?? pete thought it was called boxing day bc that was the day they ‘packed up jesus’ body’?? since when does he go to church

Sirius Black to Remus Lupin: do you know if there is any way to request a ute on uber

Remus Lupin: explain

Sirius Black: the fish tank i bought wont fit in the backseat

Remus Lupin: ive already rented one for jims bday it comes with fish and everything

Sirius Black: rent

Sirius Black: you can rent these

Lily Evans to fish wake/birthday: emergency emergency we don’t have a good disco ball

Marlene McKinnon: doesn’t gina’s shitty bf have one

Lily Evans: sirius you are being called into battle

Sirius Black: i have to meet james??

Lily Evans: remus you are being called into battle

Remus Lupin: you are fucking kidding

Sirius Black to fish wake/birthday: at bar with potter we are go people

Sirius Black: how was cole’s moony

Remus Lupin: i hate you

Marlene McKinnon: his name is cole? good god

Sirius Black to Lily Evans: he literally wont let me call an uber i hate him

Sirius Black to Lily Evans: he keeps trying buy gum oh my god

James Potter to Lily Evans: hey im picking up gum you need anything?

Sirus Black to Lily Evans: evans im going to fucking kill your boyfriend

Lily Evans: can u just get here we’re all standing in the dark and i cant see the cheeseboard anymore

Sirius Black: CHEESEBOARD

Sirius Black: omw

Lily Evans: you on ur way home?

James Potter: sirius just dragged me out of the asda by my pants so i dfguess??

James Potter: i left my gum on the counter this sucks

Lily Evans to fish wake/birthday: who stood on my foot

Peter Pettigrew: sorry!!

Sirius Black to fish wake/birthday: outside

Lily Evans sent a video to Sirius Black: look at his dumb face

Sirius Black: brilliant

Sirius Black: you did good evans

Lily Evans: wouldnt have worked without you, like most things

Lily Evans: also how did you lot get two fish tanks in here without me noticing!!!

Lily Evans: also why does one just have a photo of pete in a fish costume in it

Sirius Black: long story but fish cost extra

Sirius Black: also somehow even empty fishtanks are non refundable??

Sirius Black: where are you ive barely seen you

Lily Evans: by the washing line come be on my beer pong team

Sirius Black: my time to shine

Marlene McKinnon added James Potter to fish wake/birthday

Marlene McKinnon: happy birthday potter

James Potter: holy shit

James Potter: sorry for the sincerity but i don’t care its sickening how much i love you lot

James Potter: im the luckiest person i’ll ever met i like you all so much its stupid

James Potter: also ill try to keep the fish alive seeing as theyre rented moony

Remus Lupin: cheers prongs love you immeasurably

Peter Pettigrew: just stopped millie and eva from pouring their wine in the tank

Marlene McKinnon: remus cole just asked where you were

Remus Lupin: christ lie and say the loos

Remus Lupin: SIRIUS I CAN HEAR YOU GIVING HIM MY NUMBER

#jily fic #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #hp fic #remus lupin #carolineswritingtag #peter pettigrew #carolinedoessocialmedia #cant believe this is here and on jimmys birthday month no less! happy birthday my love you ruled #also sirius at the end of the night in the street: im leaving the tank here happy birthday prongs already called the uber xo night everyone #just like yelling in the street. and lily & james in the window wasted like you are kidding

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James and Lily in a broom closet again. Hot breath against her neck, ear, lip and she had just been about to make a joke, several, but couldn’t think of a single word now.

“Great wig.” He breathed, pulling it off her head by the ends, half biting her lip.

“You too.” She said, hands through his hair- real and everywhere, and he grinned, “Really trying to win that competition.”

“Yeah, since I was born,” he was breathless, “Actually.”

“All for one party-”

Silenced by his fingers under her top, cold, Quidditch calluses against her ribcage–

A sharp knock on the door, followed by an enormous clatter as four brooms toppled over, James had jumped back that fast. Then:

“Good evening, lovebirds.”

Breathing again. James dropped his head into Lily’s exposed collarbone, smiling. Lily’s hand on his neck, feeling his pulse hammering.

“Sirius.” she half-laughed, pushing James up.

“Who else? Been looking everywhere for you two.”

James tried to push the door and it didn’t budge. Sirius’ grin was practically audible

“You are a shit.”

“True,” Sirius agreed, pleasantly.

Lily started buttoning her top. “I didn’t even know this door locked from the outside”

“It didn’t used too”, the sound of a wand tapping against the door.

“I didn’t know you paid that much attention in charms, Black” Lily said, mildly impressed.

“He lives to surprise” James answered, reaching into his back pocket just as Sirius, per usual, read his mind.

“You left it in the common room, Prongs. Holding it now, a little thin, actually.”

“Oh, bite me”

“In front of Evans?”

“I’m into it”

“Who knew you were such a freak, Evans?”

“Just for you, Black.”

“Hear that Prongs? Tough luck.”

“He wears a wig too, you know.” James said to Lily, who laughed in the dark.

“What are yo-“

“Is that them?” Remus, a bit distant, sounding down the hall.

“Hi Moony.” James said from the closet.

“Oh Merlin, again? Is no closet sacred? You two are unbelievable.”

“How do you know I’m in here?” Lily objected.

“Educated guess”

“I’m thinking about leaving them in there,” Sirius proposed “Punishment for abandoning me.”

“I object to that idea.” James said.

“Me too,” Lily added

“Well, it’s two against two, we need Pete for the tie breaker.”

“He’s in here with us,” James said, “he says to let us out.”

“Getting a bit full in there with three of you, isn’t it?”

“Jealous you weren’t asked, Black?” Lily teased.

“Honestly? A little, Evans.”

“Now whose the freak?”

‘Still you.” James said into her ear, just for her.

“Lucky you.” Her heart, thudding again.

“God yeah.” His voice was quiet, so quiet, but it poured through her, steady as running water.

“Alright,” Remus echoed, “Let them out, they’re about to start up again.”

The door swung open onto the hallway: Sirius in a curly purple wig holding two wands, Remus a bit further back in blue pigtails, gold streaks.

“Wow,” Sirius smirked, “fully clothed.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” James reached for his wand and Sirius held it just out reach.

“More like devastate.”

“Next time.” James promised, jabbing Sirius in the gut and grabbing his wand while he was doubled over.

“Git-“

“Did we miss the wig competition?” Lily asked Remus, even though Sirius answered:

“No, but Moony’s going to win anyway.”

“You don’t know that.” Remus said, arms folded.

“I do actually, I rigged it.”

“Oh shit,” James pointed at Sirius, “But I rigged it for you.”

Lily shook her head, “Mar and I have done it for James.”

“He doesn’t even have a wig on.” Sirius pointed out.

“That we know of–“

“I rigged it for Filch.” Remus said, backing down the hallway, “And, unlike James, he’s actually participating.” Stunned silence for a moment.

“Oh my God,” Sirius looked delighted, “Moony, you bastard, ruining Filtch without us.”

“Well James and Lily were occupied in the closet, and you were occupied wishing you were in there–“

“–Alright–"

“So I improvised.”

James was grinning, “This is why you won best prefect in sixth year, Moony.”

“Of course,” Sirius turned to James, “We rigged that too–”

“Is that why I came second?” Lily asked.

“No, I was meant to come second, actually.” Sirius answered, “No idea how you got in there.”

“Good looks and charm?”

“Serious suggestions only, Evans.”

“Isn’t that your job?”

“God, I walked into that one.”

James laughed, easy, lovely, lucky, fingers ghosting her lower back. Electricity thrilled through her. Lily reached back, squeezed his fingers

Remus’ voice, already turned to walk back down the hall “… you lot don’t hurry up we’ll miss it–“

Sirius was following but turned, walking backwards, hands in his pockets, stupidly cool and undoubtedly living forever, like they all were, grinning,

“So, Lil, what’s this about Potter wearing a wig?”

#yet again i have to confess it is almost one in the morning sorry to all my plans of unpacking tomorrow rip #jily #james potter #lily evans #jily fic #otp: alright evans?#carolineswritingtag #also i have to say. i just have to. remember when lily sister called her a freak and everything was ruined #and then years later her and james in a closet and hes teasing and it doesnt even cross her mind #a love like that! so wrapped up with them she didnt even think about it. with him she only laughs #anyway! they literally never died. they just annoyed everyone by wanting to obscenely fuck in public places forever #and yet the only person ever charged with public indecency is sirius! (long story)#spelling mistakes are obviously glaring and humiliating but i wont see them till later etc

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“I’ve been approached to write a tell-all about you” Ginny said, kissing him against the pub bins.

“Oh yeah?” Harry mumbled, only-half listening, hand in her hair.

“About your great victory and almost death and whatever. About how I’m the woman behind the man.”

Harry smiled in the near dark, “Behind me, huh?”

“Well, I prefer in front–“

“– Better view for me–“

Ginny grinned, “But the publishers are insisting.”

“You’ve met with publishers?” Harry said into her neck.

Ginny couldn’t think for a second, eyes shut, breathless: “Yeah, it’s all really far along.”

“Well, fair enough, I did think of you.”

She pulled him by the collar to kiss him again, hand over the side of his neck, one thumb under his jaw. “You think of me, huh?” she said into his mouth

“Yeah, not even just when dying.”

Ginny pulled back, hand still on his neck, the other fisted in his shirt, “Wait, I thought you meant–“ she grasped, she’d had no idea what she thought he meant, “you thought of me– thought of me then?”

Harry looked dazed, lips pink, “What?”

‘You thought of me–“ she grasped for the word, wanting not say when you died so close to him, where it might touch him again, “–in the forest?”

She felt his fingers through her hair tighten, just once, a moment. “Oh, yeah.”

“I didn’t– I didn’t know that.” Her heartbeat felt so slow, every thud a minute, time stretching out and around. Harry, dying, thinking of her.

“Yeah, well,” he took a hand off her, pushed his glasses up, “It was going wrong and I just– I don’t know, I thought of you. I thought I’d said.”

She couldn’t think of a single thing to say. It was all too awful to even think. Harry dying, thinking of her. Harry dying at all.

“You looked pretty,” He joked, “When I thought of you, I’ll testify to that in the tell-all.”

She laughed, shaky, just a little wrong, “Thanks”

He reached his hand up over her jaw, thumb on her cheekbone. “Don’t worry about it, alright?” he said, softly, “It didn’t– it’s done now.”

She wrapped her fingers around his wrist, the jut of the bone, thud of his pulse. Thank God, Thank God, Thank God.

“You won’t have to die for ages now.” she said, sure.

He smiled. “Yeah, ages.”

“So long. And after me.”

“After you?”

She kissed the veins running through his wrist, quick, stupidly grateful, “Yes, absolutely.”

There was a banging sound and they jumped apart, Harry’s arm reaching out and slammed against the rubbish, putting her behind him. But in the doorway it was only Ron, looking put out.

“What are you two doing?”

“Checking on the bin.” Ginny said, ridiculously. Harry grinned, dropped his arm.

“Really, because it looks like you’ve been snogging,” Ron said flatly.

“I can’t believe you’d even accuse us of that. Harry, can you believe that?”

“No, not really.” Harry rubbed the back of his neck, “Would be totally out of character.”

Ron rolled his eyes, “Come back in, it’s Potter’s turn to buy the next round.”

“Oh it’s ‘Potter’ now is it?”

“When you’re caught snogging my sister by the bins it is.”

“If we were caught snogging in another location would that change anything?”

“You’re both gits. Hermione wants a pint.”

#hinny #hinny fic #ginny weasley #harry potter #yet again i am petitioning to have every fic have harry laugh at least once. i dont care if its sad or doesnt fit he deserves it #carolineswritingtag #otp: several sunlit days #wanna know something weird? this basically wrote itself. its like they were standing in front of me. like i saw them.#that almost never happens! i love it when it does! it makes the whole thing feel less like pulling teeth #ginny makes it so easy to make jokes. also harry being jumpy about the door and trying to jump in front of her. poor boy #i love him like absolute crazy. i got a comment the other day like 'its really clear you care about harry' and like yeah #i just do and will forever. all he ever tried to be was good #i love that harry just spends the rest of his life with ginny laughing and figuring it out. they have kids and its all love and laughing #anyway as usual im going to bed i am no longer 11 my feelings about harry james potter will no longer keep me awake!!!!!

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quick fire

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The thing was, they weren’t married. They talked about it and then shrugged it off for later, because they had stuff on, because Mrs Weasley teared up even at the mention of an engagement, and mainly because it wasn’t worth the press. On Harry’s twenty-first birthday The Prophet had run a 5-page spread, summarising his life and accomplishments and attempting to interview anyone he’d even passingly interacted with. They’d printed their phone call with the Dursley’s in full, expletives censored.

When Ron and Hermione got married, 23 and beaming, they’d had to put so many privacy enchantments over the place that when Hagrid wandered out to find a bathroom he’d found himself magically apparated to the French country-side and missed speeches. However, The Prophet only did a three-page spread on the ceremony and managed to hold off referring to Harry as ‘The Chosen One’ until paragraph two, which as Ron pointed out, was something like progress.

Even apart from the press stuff, weddings were always strange mix of brilliant and sad. At George and Angelina’s, George’s best man’s chair had sat empty, and at Percy’s Andromeda had held a squirming Teddy until late at the back of the reception, exhausted, half-crying, the moon huge behind her.

But then, always, there was the great stuff, Mr Weasley grilling Mr. Granger about how to unclog a drain, Luna wearing something absolutely insane and trying to explain it to an uncomfortable Percy, George’s speeches, Victorie’s outfits. And then, you know, love and that. When Ron and Hermione had gotten married, and everyone cried so much during the ceremony Ron said later it seemed like it was a funeral – even though he was also crying, Bill would point out.

Anyway– the point was, they weren’t married. They would get to it later. Which was all fine, only then they got sloppy.

Later:

“I mean, should – do you want to get married?” Harry asked, passing her a tea.

“We don’t have to.” Ginny said, instantly, knowing her mother, father and every brother would likely disagree.

“I didn’t mean it like that– I meant, would you want to? Get married?”

“Well, yeah, but I don’t want to just because of this– because of this whole thing,” She could not bring herself to say baby aloud, make it that real, “It’s fine if we don’t”

“So, you don’t want to get married?”

“I don’t want to get married like this. I don’t–“ Hand through her hair, and she was so stupid, unbelievably so, small and silly ,but she couldn’t help it. Don’t marry me like this, not for this, “I don’t want to put pressure–“

Harry just got up and walked into their bedroom without saying anything, leaving her at the breakfast counter, which was so unlike him Ginny could only blink before he was back, sliding a small box across to her. There was a ring in it, a slim silver thing, shiny green stones set flat. She stared.

“I bought it ages ago, it’s been in my sock drawer,” Harry said, “I’m not asking because it feels like the thing we should do.”

Ginny couldn’t think. “How long is ages ago?” she asked, finally, voice scratchy.

“Two, three years ago? I can’t remember.” He looked at her, “Sorry, I mean– we’ve talked about it and I assumed you knew– should I have said?”

“No, no I just–“ It was one thing to joke about getting married, about how they’d have to do it in a submarine on a seabed with all the lights off to stop Rita from showing up, and another for Harry to be standing in front of her, hair everywhere, in a Harpies shirt, holding a ring he’d bought her years ago. That sure, for that long, about them.

“Two years ago?” she repeated, stupidly,

“Well, yeah.” He rubbed the back of his head, hair even more everywhere, “I mean– I thought at some point we’d get around to it, and, uh–, it looked like you. Like it wouldn’t be annoying during matches or anything. So I just bought it.”

He’d thought of Quidditch. He’d thought of Quidditch and of her playing, wearing the ring. It looked like you. She slid it out of the box and put it on, magically adjusting to her finger, silver glittering, lighting the whole kitchen.

“Alright.”

“Alright?”

“Alright, I’ll marry you.” She looked up into Harry’s face, dazzling, breaking into a grin. “Wedding and a kid.” The hugeness of it sort-of filled the room, stupidly big, dizzyingly insurmountable and yet entirely alright. She was totally out of her depth, of course, but then she had good company. Harry - leaning across the counter, hair trampled on, just looking at her. Lucky me, she thought, lucky kid.

“I can’t believe we just got engaged and I can’t even drink.” She said aloud, and Harry laughed.

“Ron’s going to kill me.” He predicted after a minute. “Bill and Charlie too. Oh, God,” he actually went a little pale, “Your mum–“

“Relax, we’ll get married quick, say I seduced you.”

“That’s true.” Harry said, seriously.

“Never could resist the Harpies uniform”

“More what was under it, actually.” Harry mused, sipping his tea, and Ginny laughed.

“Everyone will say we’re having a shotgun wedding.”

“We are having a shotgun wedding.” Harry pointed out.

“Yeah but that’s none of their business.” Ginny said, “We can tell the paper’s we’re planning it quickly because you’re dying.”

“I feel like that creates more problems than it solves”

“I’m dying?”

“Again, I sense future issues.”

“Ron’s dying?”

Harry laughed, “Creates future problems, but mainly for Ron–“

“So ideal.”

“Let’s run it by him, see what he says.”

“Always so reasonable.”

“Yeah,” Harry said dryly, “That’s what everyone’s always said about me.”

He was very familiar with being afraid, but this was a different sort. There was no adrenaline in it, not useful, just low and poisonous and right in his chest. Thoughts of every dangerous thing he’d ever dragged Ron and Hermione into at school, unthinking, and Harry wanted to sit the Weasleys and Grangers down and apologise forever. You could fuck this, he thought, late at night, everyone asleep, how would you know how to be good?

A flash of when Ginny had told him, standing in the hall looking so nervous he’d thought she was deathly ill, and how his heart didn’t move for a minute. Three years older than my parents he’d thought, instinctively, and then imagined trying to do this at twenty, with a war on, prophecy hovering in the distance like a guillotine. His heart thudded, that dumb miracle back again, nothing like that, nothing like that ever again.

“We should elope” Ginny said, eating ice-cream, feet in his lap, ring flashing in the evening light. She’d almost worn it into practise before remembering that they weren’t telling people until they told her family, and then had to shove it into her sock before she’d gotten on the pitch. She’d told all this to Harry, who had laughed very hard.

“Brilliant.”

“Just us.”

“And Ron and Hermione.” Harry added, “And Teddy.”

Ginny nodded and then considered, “If the family doesn’t come Mum will probably never speak to us again.”

“Very true.”

“But just the immediate, no cousins. The boys and mum and Dad.”

“And their wives.”

“And their kids. Merlin, that’s like 20 already.”

“And Charlie’s plus one.” Harry grinned. Vivid memories of Charlie’s random date, sat in George and Angelina’s ceremony eating a piece of wedding cake, Mrs Weasley glaring so intensely she sparked a nearby bouquet.

“He is not getting a plus one”

“Neville and Luna.”

“They can have plus ones” Ginny allowed, “And Andromeda.”

“Hagrid, too”

“McGonagall.”

“And the team” Harry added, “Birch will never let me watch a game again if you get married to me without her.”

“We should probably have your office”

“We are not having the whole office–“

“Just Sam, then. And Peters.”

“Sam can come. Peters is still in Peru and is not someone I want talking to your mother.”

“What about Slughorn?” Ginny mused, “he’s a bit of a git but he’ll bring a great gift and will probably be more of a hassle if he doesn’t come. Oh Merlin, maybe Flitwick? I got a really good Charms OWL.”

“Great,” Harry was laughing, “We’re eloping with your entire family, half our year and all our old teachers.”

“Not all! Binns isn’t invited.” Ginny pointed out, grinning.

“Well, now it seems like we’re leaving him out.”

“And of-course, Nearly Headless Nick will need someone to talk too.”

“And Peeves.” Ginny agreed, grievously, watching Harry laugh.

Lights off, in bed, one arm against her side. In the dark, this quiet, the only way he could say it.

“You don’t have to take my name”

“What?” Ginny’s voice, half-asleep.

“You can keep your name, if you want. The baby could have yours too. I think you should.”

“I like your name.”

Stupid thrill to hear her say that. A dumb, half joke: Thanks, my Dad gave it to me. His jaw clenched, he had to say it:

“Anyone who doesn’t already know we’re together will know. The questions will be worse, it’ll be – you really won’t be able to get away from it. Ever.”

“Why wouldn’t I want anyone to know that I’m with you?” She said, “What are you on about? We’re both taking your name. There can’t be another Weasley on the Hogwarts roll, we’ll hit a limit or something. Think of the kid.”

The thing about Ginny was that if she was around, if she said it in her voice, it all became simple. I told the Prophet Luna was your press agent, who cares if they’re staring I wore a nice top, don’t be a git of course you’re sitting up front – how else are you going to see all the goals I’m going to score? After her first Harpies press conference when half the questions had been about him, he’d pulled her aside later, unable to stop apologising, and she’d just looked at him. I don’t care about all that stuff, it’s you and me now. Did you see Malcotti’s foul?

Every night since she’d told him he’d lain awake terrified of everything going wrong, of him being shit and unteachable and with no one to look to, but Ginny would be there, Ginny would be good. Sure and smart, firm and forgiving, the funniest person he knew. With her around, in her voice, he could be good too. Simple.

“Also, Potter is a very common last name. I could have married Julius Potter.”

“Who’s that?”

“The bloke I could’ve married.”

“I thought that was Dean Thomas.”

“No,” she rolled over, put her face into his chest, “He was too good looking.”

He laughed, “Ouch.”

“You’ve got other qualities.”

“Like making you look better in photos?”

She snorted and threw a leg over his, arm wrapped around his chest. “Exactly. By the way, Dean’s coming to the wedding, you can’t have Seamus without Dean.”

“Seamus is coming?”

“Well, then I couldn’t have Dean, could I?”

“We’ll have to move,” Harry said suddenly, coming into their room and leaning in the doorway, “We need a baby’s room.”

“Ugh, I hate moving.”

“Shouldn’t have been so seductive then.”

“It’s a curse.” Ginny shook her head over her magazine, “You know, babies are quite small, we could put them in the lounge.”

Harry smiled, “Yes, but they grow, you see.”

“You’re joking. Sick of this already.”

“Again, if you were less seductive.” Harry looked momentarily alarmed, “God, should we get a house?”

“You’ve already got two of those.” Ginny pointed out.

“Oh, true. We can’t live at Godric’s Hollow. Grimmauld Place?” Even as he said it he looked tense. She imagined them cleaning out Sirius’ room for a baby.

“No,” she said, “Let’s just get a bigger apartment or something. A house is a two-baby thing.”

His shoulders unknotted, back to joking, “That’s written down somewhere, is it?”

“Of course. We’ll sort it later, we’ve got ages.”

“Seven months and three weeks, actually.” They’d been to a muggle doctors last week, thinking that if they went anywhere near St Mungo’s it would immediately get out. They now had photos, unmoving, stuck on the fridge.

“Exactly, ages.”

Him, Ron and Hermione sat at in the back of a Ministry function, lights low, watching Helga Sprite whisper bitterly to Elise Lyle while glaring at Bruce Boyle.

“I mean, who brings a plate of food to a works do?” Ron asked.

“It was very thoughtful of her.” Hermione said, diplomatically.

“It was carrot sticks.”

Ginny looked over, across the room talking to Sam and someone Harry didn’t know but who had asked for his autograph in the bathroom earlier. She tilted her head slightly, tell them.

He stared. She raised her eyebrows

“I mean, it was silly, but Bruce shouldn’t have put them in the bin in front of her. She did bring dip-“

“She brought dip?”

Harry jerked his head at her, come here. She smirked, turned back to an animated Sam, who was likely talking about her awful boyfriend that everyone hated and who she was definitely going to try bring to the wedding. Unbelievable, and yet, wasn’t this always how it went? Anything important happened and Harry ended up in the back of some room, whispering to Ron and Hermione, that was how everything got real.

“It looked homemade.”

“Really,” Ron looked vaguely interested, “Which bin did it go in?”

Hermione smiled in spite of herself, “You are unbelievable. I’m not telling.”

“C’mon, Hermione, Oi- Harry, which bin-“

“I’ve got to tell you two something.” Harry interrupted, looking at the back of Ginny’s head like she would turn around. She didn’t. Unbelievable. He looked back at Ron and Hermione, who both looked so nervous he almost laughed. “It’s not bad.”

Hermione’s shoulders visibly unknotted. “You used the bad voice.”

“I’ve got voices?”

“Yeah,” Ron said, “That’s the serious one that gets us in shit all the time.”

“Not recently-“

“The thing in Fenton Crescent-“

Harry was appalled. “That was ages ago.”

“- A year ago.”

“Oh Ron,” Hermione rolled her eyes, “You’ve quit the Ministry since then”

“Maybe that’s why I quit.”

“It wasn’t the terrible hours and awful pay?” She asked.

“Okay, that stuff, and the Fenton Crescent thing.” Ron allowed, and Harry grinned.

“Honestly, the way you talk about it, it’s like you did die there.”

“Hermione, he made me run into a pit of tarantula-bats-“

“I thought that that was classified.”

“Allegedly” Ron added, and they both laughed, “Harry allegedly made me run into a pit of tarantula-bats.”

“I’m sure it was necessary at the time.”

Ron looked at her in disbelief, “How much wine–“

“Listen,” he bit his lip, still grinning, depth breath, make it real: “Ginny’s pregnant.”

Ron’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline and Hermione made a noise he associated with being at Hogwarts and telling her he was about to do something insane. Several people looked around, and before he could do anything Hermione had launched herself across the table at him, knocking over every wine goblet.

“Oh! Oh, Harry-”

“Thanks, Hermione” He patted her back, awkwardly, “Ah- everyone’s looking-“

“Sorry! - sorry-“ She pulled herself back into her seat, eyes shining, her tear-turnaround truly incredible. Harry’s pants were sopping with wine. Ron was frozen, unblinking.

“We’re getting married, too” Harry added, “I mean, I asked- not just because of- but- yeah. She said yes.”

Hermione made another absolutely inhuman noise and then put a hand over her mouth like that would do any good. Ron kept staring at him. Thinking, dumbly, of watching Ginny at Quidditch practices and then looking at Ron to see if he’d noticed.

“I mean- Blimey, mate. Fuck.” Ron’s voice, disbelieving, looking at him, every unsayable thing.

“I know.” He was meant to be dead so long ago, and yet somehow was still right where he grew up: sitting in the backs of rooms with Ron and Hermione, telling secrets.

“Congratulations,” said Ron, eyebrows returned, “Fuck, congratulations. What the hell.”

Hermione looked like she didn’t trust herself to open her mouth, eyes huge and full of tears. “Oh Harry,” she whispered, finally, hand on her chest, voice impossibly watery, as familiar as his hand. He smiled at her.

“I know.”

“Told them, did you?” From nowhere, Ginny slid into the booth next to him holding a butterbeer. “Merlin, why is this wet?”

Hermione jumped, “Ginny! Congratulations! Oh God, Harry there’s wine all over you, why didn’t you say?” Harry watched unhelpfully as Hermione fixed it all without blinking.

“Are you allowed that?” Ron asked, eyeing the butterbeer.

Ginny raised an eyebrow, “They serve this to children.”

“Yeah, but- ‘beer’”

“Oh for God’s sake Ron-“

He held a hand out, “Just in case-“

“Sod off, get your own.”

“Fuck that,” Ron stood up, still the tallest, and dropped a kiss onto Ginny’s head, hand on her shoulder, squeezing “Unbelievable. We’re getting Firewhiskey, sorry Gin.”

Ginny grinned, “Git.”

“Well Hermione spilt all the wine-“ Ron said, disappearing to the bar.

“And woke up half of England” Ginny added.

“Sorry! I was surprised.”

“Us too,” Harry admitted, half-laughing.

“Well, of course, but, oh- this is the best. You must be so excited. Of course, you’ll have to move-“

Under the table, Ginny’s fingers knotted with his own, thumb over his knuckles. Ron arrived, holding four Firewhiskeys.

“I can’t have one.” Ginny pointed out as he sat down.

“I know, they’re for me.” He pushed the other two towards Harry and Hermione, “A baby. Blimey.”

Ginny smiled, “You can’t say anything to anyone yet”

“Till when?”

“Two- and a-bit weeks.”

“He’s already had three wines, the whole bar will know in an hour” Harry predicted, and Ron flipped him off over his glass.

“Bill and Charlie are going to skin you.”

“You won’t?”

“Eh,” Ron shrugged, half-smiling, “Undecided.”

“Oh God,” Hermione looked worried, “You don’t think anyone noticed anything strange before? I was quite loud.”

“Quite?” Harry repeated, grinning.

“Don’t worry,” Ginny said, “They probably just think you’re bereaved. I’ve started a rumour that Ron’s dying.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry,” she said, as Harry almost spat up his Firewhiskey laughing, “It’s all part of my bigger plan.”

#harry potter #ginny weasley #hinny fic #also for the record: jk rowling is vile. like truly a posionous figure in politics. fucking unbelievable #but the point of this: harry potter is a kind kid who should only ever be written laughing. everyone knows i believe this but #i will KEEP saying it #carolineswritingtag #love this fucking kid! and his fucking jock gf who makes him fucking laugh! theyre ultimate!#otp: several sunlit days #dont give jk rowling any cash dont do drugs you think might be spiked and ALWAYS j-walk!! holy trinity baby

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They were sat on the couch, sleeves rolled up, radio playing quietly, drinking muggle wine. Fancy shit, stuff The Ministry had given Hermione who’d given it to Ron who’d then re-gifted it to Ginny for Christmas.

“– We were taking about how we learned the Patronus charm – you know Hollis still doesn’t know? – I said you would teach her sometime.”

“I will?” Harry said, amused.

“You taught me.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “Not really.”

“Yes really.” Ginny sipped her wine, gold bracelet sliding down and hitting her forearm, “You were a good teacher.”

“I had poor competition.”

“True, you were still top three though.”

“Top three?”

“Sure. It’s like,” she ticked off on her fingers, “Lupin, McGonagall, and then you. Easy.”

Harry shook his head, sipping his frankly shocking wine. He’d tried transform their goblets into proper wine glasses to show her what they looked like, only the rim was a little off, still a little too large.

“This reflects very poorly on our education.”

“Nah, you were just impressive.” She’s all casual, sipping wine, a knockout.

Harry looked at her, raised eyebrows.

“You were!” she sat up on the couch, “You are now. You were a good teacher.” She waggled her eyebrows, “Good-looking too.”

Harry laughed. “Flirt.”

“Always,” she grinned over the lip of her glass, “God,” she took another sip, “I liked you so much, it was embarrassing. I was worried all the time that you would notice and say something in class.”

“I would never have done that.” Harry said, honestly, feeling the wine all through him. That, and Ginny’s voice, I liked you so much.

“I know.” She waved a hand, still cross-legged, “Just fifteen-year-old bullshit, spinning out. I was convinced you knew, Fred and George-“ the tinniest flinch, “had me on about it. Merlin, fifteen” she ran a hand though her hair, “That’s- how embarassing. I’ve been in love with you for ages.”

Harry couldn’t think for a minute. I’ve been in love with you for ages. Bizarre, how he spent most of his life preparing to die and now he was twenty-two, on his couch, drinking wine with the person he’ll be in love with forever, no take backs, in disbelief at his own dumb luck.

“How do I hold up?” he asked, twitching his fingers on top of the couch to tap his knuckle against her hand. She snapped her eyes to him. He lived lifetimes.

“Better,” Ginny said, music humming, voice golden, “Better than I thought you’d be.”

“Still good looking?” he joked, returning to himself.

“Eh,” she shrugged, “You win some you lose some.”

“I should’ve asked you that when you’d had more wine.” Harry said, ruefully, and Ginny laughed. Knockout.

#yes i had two wines and wrote this i know the spelling mistakes will be glaring but i still want to write some keeley/roy so have it!!#harry potter #ginny weasley #harry potter fanfic #carolineswritingtag #also to the person who sent me that rlly nice message asking for advice i see you!! i will respond so soon i just dont want 2 b tipsy #when i do it!! thank you!! im thinking of u!!#otp: several sunlit days #i mean cmon. harry just laughs and laughs with her. sunshine through that whole house #also ron regifting that wine to ginny at christmas: ginny: isnt this hermiones wine #ron sweating: no it isnt why would you say that

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“We should go,” James said into her mouth, roughly unbuttoning her top in the dark.

“Why?” Lily pulled at his Quidditch jersey, mop digging into her back.

“’Dunno” James tugged the mop out from behind her and steadied himself against the wall, hand on her neck, her pulse hammering against his palm, “Felt like the sensible thing.”

“Can’t have been you saying it then” Lily bit his lip.

James, breathless, unthinking, “No.”

“Wonder who said it then?”

“Peeves.” James said, able to think again. Lily grinned against his mouth and he jerked the last of her shirt off her shoulders, two buttons popping off onto the floor.

“I’ll put you in the rubbish if you’ve fucked this shirt.” Lily breathed.

James, incredulous, pulled back, “’Put me in the rubbish?”

“You’re always popping buttons off my shirts and I’m shit at sewing charms. Mar keeps noticing and taking the piss.”

“Even so, the rubbish?”

Lily shrugged, “I really like this top.”

“I really like you, but I wouldn’t put anyone in the rubbish over it.”

Lily smiled, “Must not like me that much then”

“Yeah,” James says, dryly, “That’s always been my problem.”

Someone banged on the door and they sprang apart, practised. It was incredible, really, how James knew what it was like to touch her and managed not to all the time.

“Oi, It’s me.”

Lily’s shoulders unknotted. James shot her a grin, waited a beat: “Who?”

“Unbelievable. Come out, this party is boring.”

“What kind of a name is ‘unbelievable’?” Lily asked, and James laughed.

“Evans, you’re not clever.”

“Oh, Black. Yes I am.”

James picked his Quidditch jersey off a broom-head and gave it to Lily, jerking his head in a put this on motion. “We’re coming.”

“While talking to me?”

James waited till she’d pulled it over her head before opening the door, revealing Sirius looking pleased with himself, “Where’s Moony?” James asked.

“I thought he was with you”

“You thought he was in this broom closet with Lily and I?”

Sirius shrugged, “Worth a shot.”

“Have I mentioned that I hate you?” James said, conversationally.

“Yeah, but never in so few clothes.”

“Want me to give you two a minute to make-out ridiculously?” Lily asked, looking around for her top.

“Only a minute?”

“Hey,” Remus rounded the end of the hall, walking toward them, “There you are.”

“They were making-out without inviting us.” Sirius told him.

“Hey,” Lily objected, “Remus was invited.”

“Cheers” Remus grinned, stopping, “C’mon, party’s waiting. Christ, Prongs, put a top on. This is a hallway.”

James rolled his eyes. “Where were you?” Sirius demanded.

“Getting this off Mel Lydeski with Pete” Remus held up a bottle of Firewhiskey.

“Where is Pete?”

“Making out with Mel Lydeski” Remus answered, slowly backing down the hall. Sirius bark-laughed.

“Good for him.” James said.

“C’mon, Prongs” Sirius gestured, “Evans is right there.”

James opened his mouth to object but Remus cut in: “Let’s go, I want to drink this.”

“I don’t have a shirt.” James pointed out.

“You can wear mine,” Lily offered, holding it out.

“I can’t, the buttons are fucked.”

Lily punched him on the arm, sliding past him into the hall. “Git. Go make out with Mel Lydeski.”

“I was kidding!”

“Oi, lads,” Lily turned around, still walking backwards the hall, “Want to help me put Potter in the rubbish later?”

“Oh, Absolutely.”

“More than anything, yeah.”

“Bastards. Lil, I want my shirt back.”

“Fat chance.”

#(singing) i dont care about anything anymore!!!#jily #jily fanfiction #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #brotp: the lot #carolineswritingtag #why did i write this lol like actually i couldve been reading and instead i wrote this shit with too many dialogue tags fuck !!!!

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“If we don’t head back soon we’re going to miss my secret surprise cake”

Lily spun around in the dark hallway to face him “Who told you about the cake?”

James, a few steps behind her, stopped cold, “There’s a cake?”

Lily let it sit for a beat before turning back to the corridor and walking, trying to hide her face.

James caught on, “You are cruel.”

“ You just make it so easy”

“– Utterly cold and unfeeling.” He calls behind her, walking faster, “you could’ve gotten me a cake. Being made Quidditch captain is a pretty big deal.”

“Play for England and I’ll get you a cake.”

“Okay,” James said, meaning it.

Lily spun around, walking backwards now, “Cocky shit.”

“Always.”

“Gullible shit.”

James rolled his eyes. “You’re awful.”

‘And yet you like me–“

“–So much” he agreed, grievously.

Her heart thudded, “Reflects rather poorly on you, doesn’t it?”

“Eh, I’ve never had taste.”

“True, I’ve met Sirius.”

He laughed, and Lily felt the door against her back. “Wait here,’ she said, cracking the door. James, who had never been good at doing what he was told, walked right up to the partially closed door, smiling, leaning one hand against the frame.

“I’ll hit you., the door opens outwards.” Lily warned.

“No, it doesn’t,” James said, and to prove it he pushed it open.

Lily took a step, shut the door, the wood pressing into her back and James, James, James was in front of her, arm leaning against the frame, close and everywhere. The world was reduced to this hallway, him looking at her

“Impatient.” She breathed, holding up a bottle. The Firewhiskey bottle was the standard, just charmed to change alternate red and gold in the light, but everything was shadow here anyway. Across the front of it, in black pen, Congratulations, I love you.

“I know it’s no cake” She said, the glass cool in her warm hands, “but I thought this would be more use anyway.”

He stared at the bottle some more, unmoving, a statue of a boy. Then, looking up, “You love me?”

Lily swallowed, “Yeah.” Then, unable to stop herself, “Loads actually. An embarrassing amount.”

He kept staring at her, chest rising and falling, disbelieving. They could do magic, were born knowing how, had it all through them, and yet this he was stuck on. Love simply too good to be believed.

He blinked, “An embarrassing amount?” His voice croaked.

She could only nod. In her head she’d been funnier, had more jokes, but here she couldn’t think of a thing. It had been six months and still when he was this close, looking at her, she couldn’t think of one funny thing to say. Everything fell away. I love you and I’ll do it forever, no take backs, even in dreams.

“Wow,” He breathed, “I’m– wow.” He put both hands on her cheeks and kissed her crazy, abruptly, dumbly. Her head spun.

He pulled back, “I love you too,” he was breathless, “Did I say that? I love you. I love you.”

Lily’s heart was red and huge in her chest, thudding through her, “No, you didn’t.”

“I do, I love you–” he shook his head, grasping for a word, “Huge, dumb, stupid–“

“You love me stupid?”

“Yes,” he said, and kissed her as she laughed, “So stupid, I love you so stupid.”

“It sounds like you’re calling me stupid.”

“That too,” she said, still kissing her. Lily pulled back, grinning.

“Git,” she pushed him, then pulled on his collar with one hand to bring him back, not let him get far, spinning around so she was pulling him back down the corridor. His body inches from hers, even now. She walked backwards. “We should go back to the party.”

“Fuck the party,” he kissed her again, “Let’s talk more about how you love me loads.”

“I say that to all the Quidditch captains. It’s a morale thing.”

James grinned, “Ouch, well, I understand. Monroe’s fit.”

Lily laughed and James kissed her again, both of them stumbling backwards, Firewhiskey bottle between them and party distant, almost forgotten.

#this did not start off as a first i love you thing but here we are! simply unavoidable #jily #jily fic #james potter #lily evans #carolineswritingtag #genuinely what is it like to follow me when i post one thing every two months and here you get like three in thirty days! whats happening!#anyway! they love each other and make each other laugh and will do so as long as they can. ouch forever #said this earlier but also: fuck jkr her views are abhorrent. just wanted to make that clear

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“You’re a lot better at this than Ron.” Harry said into the phone.

“Well that’s not hard,” Ginny said, not mentioning how she still occasionally picked up the receiver upside down. “Speaking of, he’s started growing a moustache since you left. It’s ghastly.”

“Oi!” Ron’s voice, annoyed, in the background. Harry grinned.

“Oh yeah?”

“It looks like he’s got biscuit crumbs on his upper lip.” Harry laughed, and Millie glared at him from behind the post office counter, “Oh, lovely, he’s giving me the finger.”

“I’ve started growing a bit of a beard actually.”

“Come off it.”

“Feeling left out?” Harry joked

Ginny snorted. “Yes, desperately. Isn’t it hot?”

“Well I think so.”

She laughed, clear and quick, and Harry could imagine her, all limb, leaning against the kitchen cupboard curling the phone wire around her wrist. He’d bought the phone as a bit of joke before he’d left, and then as a joke she’d installed it, and then for a joke he’d rung her, and then this was how they talked now. Arthur had apparently worn a suit when the electrician came to install the power plug.

“Isn’t it hot though? Bill says Australian summers are killers”

Harry looked at Teddy, sat on the post office floor in nothing but shorts sucking an ice-pop. “I’ve been sunburnt in places I never have been before, but it’s mostly fine.”

“Wow, sexy.”

“Bet Ron loved hearing you say that to me.”

“I’m sorry Harry, you want to do what to me? Put that where?”

“Gin-“

“No, we couldn’t in my room, there’s not enough room. Lounge is better, more space. On the dining table.”

Harry could hardly talk. “Stop,” he choked, “He’ll never speak to me again.”

“He left when I said the bit about the lounge, said I was being ‘very immature.’”

Andromeda, desperate to get out, away, gone, bought the land in Australia six months after the war ended. She’d said it was because she’d always liked the heat, but when Harry got there he knew why. He’d never seen anywhere so unlike England, the Australian countryside was all scorched earth, red dirt, dry trees. It could have been a different planet entirely.

He’d followed her six months later to be with Teddy, who at almost a year had hair permanently sunshine yellow, except when it rained it went as grey as concrete. Harry liked the spiders, sand, sunburn of it all. Sometimes, dumbly, he found himself missing sheets of rain, but only when it was so hot he could barely see straight.

Mostly he liked how there was nothing to do there, nowhere he had to be. He was teaching himself how to drive, burying things for Teddy to sniff out (dog nose), going into the tiny town to talk to Ginny on the post office phone, and helping Andromeda build a shed out the back. He’d never used magic less. The days were long and the nights were longer, but it was so different here that that too felt right.

He didn’t know when he’d go home. He kept meaning to set a date and then just didn’t, and then everyone stopped asking. It was stupid, but he felt like he’d know when he was done.

“Dad won’t let me see the phone bill,” Ginny said, picking up on the third ring and not saying hello, “It arrived this morning and he’s been locked in his office all morning with it.”

“Oh, God, I can-“

“Don’t you dare offer to pay for it. I don’t even think it’s that much, I think he’s just trying to recreate the logo at the top or something.”

“I-“

“Stop trying to pay for it- “

“I’m not– “ Harry, who had been, was silent. Then: “Gin, please-“

“No- “

“But- “

“Shut up-“ she said, unbothered, “Mum asked if you got the stuff she sent.”

“I did, the biscuits were excellent. And the tea bags” Harry had cleaned out the tin so Teddy could use it as a hat, which he had been wearing for two days now.

“I told her they already had tea in Australia but she didn’t believe me.”

Harry smiled, “I didn’t mind.”

“She said that even if they did have tea they wouldn’t have English Breakfast, or they would call it something crazy like ‘Australian Outback Breakfast’.”

“How thoughtful of her.”

“Stop being nice about it, it’s ridiculous.”

“It was nice of her.”

“Australian Outback Breakfast, Harry”

“I hate tea and hate that it was graciously sent to me by your mum.” Harry obliged.

“There we go. Killed any snakes yet?”

“Oh yeah, loads. Bears too.”

He could hear her smiling, “Bears, huh?”

“All in your honour.”

“Naturally. Still no success in seducing Millie?”

Harry looked around to the post office reception desk, a stones-throw away from the phone, to where Millie– middle-aged, cardiganed, glasses– was pretending to read the paper and not hate him.

“Haven’t you heard? Wedding’s in the Spring.”

“Damn. Well, we had it good there for a while but true love always wins.”

He laughed, and Millie gave him a look. He waved. She ignored him and went back to the paper.

Ron sent letters, barely legible, by owls that had to be nursed back to health in the bath.

Harry,

Sorry for the writing but I’m on the muggle train because we’re going to Ireland for a few days to stay with her Hermione’s Aunt because she’s ‘dying to meet me’ (???). Anyway, Hermione also says to tell you that Ginny is thinking of cutting a fringe, because apparently that’s important. Apparently girls do that in a crisis, or whatever, she’ll write and explain it.

Ginny is basically living at ours now. The other day she put a Hollyhead Harpies poster up in the living room and when I tried to charm it off all the players screaming at me like Sirius’s fucking mum, so I just moved the cabinet in front of it. Bloody nightmare.

Honestly it isn’t even half bad having her around, she knows all these drinking games and set up your room and sometimes has a go reading over Hermione’s policy reports to the Ministry when I’ve sworn off them. Do not tell her I don’t mind her being round she’ll be annoying about it. I’m getting that Harpies poster off the wall.

Hope Teddy is good and everyone is demanding more photos as usual. All Victorie has to do is chew the carpet around here and everyone gets a bit teary, including me. George jinxed Perce’s glasses into binonoulars the other day and for a weird second everything felt like before and Vic giggled and then George looked like he’d been hit the fucking nightbus. I don’t even know how to explain it– kids really just have no idea about any of it.

Hope Andromeda is good and that the driving is going better. Dad’s framing all of the phone bills he gets which Gin probably already mentioned but I can’t tell you how weird it is to go into my old room and it’s just a bunch of framed bills. Hermione says hello which I’ve already written but she said I didn’t make it clear enough.

We miss you mate. Home soon yeah?

Ron

Often, he thought of the week he’d told them he was leaving. Hermione, drunk, talking to Ginny on the patio of the burrow when she thought everyone was inside. It makes sense, really, she’d said, He’s never been anywhere he wasn’t hunted too. Ron had looked at him and then loudly dropped his firewhiskey and the girls had jumped, turned around, stopped talking, but still. He’s never been anywhere he wasn’t hunted too. Huh.

“How’s driving?”

“Oh, fine. I killed a swan.” Harry said, demoralised. Ginny laughed for a good two minutes.

“What?”

“I hit the wrong pedal and speed up instead of slowing down. I didn’t know what to do so I just moved it off to the side of the road.”

“Ah, the Boy who Lived strikes again.”

“Stop,” He was smiling, “What if Teddy had seen it?”

“He’s not even two. He probably would have thought it was, like, having a lie down or something.”

Harry was laughing now, “A lie down?”

“Yeah, a spontaneous, truck-induced–“

“–Permanent–“

“–Permanent, lie-down. I’m almost jealous now actually.”

Andromeda was in her garden a lot. Getting anything to grow was near impossible, but she wouldn’t stop working at it. She kept saying that soon they’d be able to have a green beans salad, so Harry just drove to a market and stuck a few green beans in the ground to make her laugh. As a sort of joke they’d started calling the land ‘the farm’ even though nothing ever grew here.

They took Teddy to the ocean for the first time and his eyes went blue the second he saw it. The beach where they’d buried Dobby was overcast, water as grey as dishwater, but here the it glittered like glass, blue light come alive. Teddy sat in the shallows, trying to flatten waves with his fists, laughing.

Andromeda sat on a towel by the dunes under an enormous hat, tears running down her face, abruptly laughing when Teddy tried to eat sand or fell over a sandcastle. Harry knew how she felt. Impossible, how two years ago Teddy had two living parents and Harry had been seventeen, dead and walking, and now they were sat on the beach, people they loved dead for real, as Harry and Teddy lined up shells on the shore.

It was three in the morning but Harry snuck in through a backdoor, cloak on, having to jimmy the lock because he forgot his wand. The streets were pitch black, only three streetlights in the whole main street, with two of them not working anyway.

“Why’re you awake?” Ginny said lightning quick, knowing the time difference by heart, and Harry’s chest unlocked. It was stupidly comforting, Ginny’s voice, how she never said hello on the phone because she never learned, how if he really made her laugh she’d hold the receiver away from her, like he wasn’t desperate to hear it.

“I thought I saw Sirius today,” he couldn’t stop himself, “There was a dog on the farm and it was huge and I thought– I forgot he was dead. Isn’t that stupid?”

There was only Ginny’s breath down the phone. Picture: her in the kitchen, gripping the receiver, still. The memory looped in his brain, how Sirius’ name had risen in his throat, how odd it felt there, how long it had been since he’d said it aloud.

“No.” He almost didn’t hear her it’s so quiet, “I went to the shop yesterday and asked Ron if Fred was in the back. I forget too.”

His heart slowed, the memory of the shop: solid and real, running again, made for laughing, rose up, only then he shut his eyes and saw everyone laid out in rows, glassy eyes, and somehow he was walking through the forest again, going to die, but not soon enough–

“Harry.” Ginny’s voice, dragging him back to earth, “You did everything you could. Sirius knew. Everyone knew. No one could have done better.” She sounded so sure, voice as clear as glass, he’d be a fool not to believe her, “It hurts because they loved us. They loved us. That’s the part to remember.”

“You are kidding-!” This time Harry didn’t say hello.

“I’m sorry, who is this?”

“Harpies reserve!” Harry was yelling in the post office and Millie looked appalled, “They’ll promote you in two weeks, you genius, I knew it– “

“I’m sorry I really have no idea who this is.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t say anything.”

“I sent the letter!” Ginny dropped the joke, indignant.

“We spoke two days ago! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me then–”

“–I sent our fastest owl.”

“Marius is currently passed out in the sink–“

Ginny laughed, “I wanted you to get the letter,” she said, finally, “I wanted you to see it. Did you see Madeline McKinnon signed it?”

She sounded like a kid. He grinned. “I did.”

“Best beater this century sent a letter to my house, asking me to be on her team. Madness. The English team are after her you know, it’s all over the Prophet.”

“I hope you’re not expecting me to send the letter back because I think that really will finish Marius off.”

“Please, you think I sent the real thing? Dad made twenty copies. He hung two on Ron and Hermione’s fridge and sent one to Aunty Muriel.”

Harry grinned, “You’re brilliant, I’m hanging my copy on the front door, framed.”

“The moving logo may cause problems for the muggles”

“Who cares? I want to tell everyone about this. Chaser for the Harpies–“

“I’m a reserve.”

“For now.” He could hear her smile through the phone, “What did everyone say?”

“Ron said I was a traitor and that he was also proud. Mum cried. Hermione promised to actually watch a game, George reminded me about nicking his broom all that time so technically he was also partly on the team, Bill bought a season pass, Charlie hung a giant Harpies poster in his shite apartment and sent a photo, Luna sent me awful flowers that won’t stop smoking, and Percy called to congratulate me on my admission to the ‘Hollygrove Harps.’”

Harry laughed, “Incredible.”

“Yeah, Perce’s was particularly heartfelt.”

Harry,

I’m sat at the dining table and everyone’s still here, but Mum wanted me to recap Charlie’s birthday dinner right now because she doesn’t want you to miss anything. Hermione also agreed with this mental idea.

Dinner Summary:

Food was good

Hermione tried to explain the electric collage or whatever decides American elections to Dad, it was stupid.

Hermione says it was electoral college not the eccentric cage or whatever I wrote

George got Charlie a life-size model of the Horntail that he almost opened in the house. Mum had a fit.

Dad told a story about how the Muggle Foreign Minister ended up with a bathtub cursed to drown anyone in it.

Ginny wants me to say Percy is wearing a cardigan Millie would be proud of. I do not know what this means. Better not be a sex thing.

Hermione says hello (again she insisted I write this down like it isn’t obvious)

Mum wants me to say we all miss you still (again, obvious)

She also wants to know if you need her to make you any shorts (do not answer this)

Charlie wants to say cheers for the gift – apparently they only do that burn cream in Australia and it’s hard to come by

George doesn’t have anything to say he just wanted to be involved so I’ve written this so he’ll bugger off.

I’m bloody sending this now, I feel like a quick quotes quill (Fleur asks how you are). Have a good one mate.

Home soon yeah?

Ron.

Sometimes, when he was driving home from the post-office just after the sunset, everything sat in the new-dark, he’d remember when he used to be on watch, sat in front of the tent holding Hermione’s wand with everything going wrong, and how only then he’d let himself think about Ginny. Her voice, long laugh, longer legs, telling him to move over, pass the milk, look left, met her later, skip that flashcard, relax, put Luna in as chaser if it all goes arse up– she’s Ravenclaw but I’ll vouch for her. Dumb hours spent on the Quidditch pitch, sun going down, watching her get shot after shot past him like she even needed the practise. C’mon Potter at least try to save these, you’re making Ron look like Wood. Her hair everywhere, laughing, head back, both of them impossibly far from the ground

I really don’t want to die, Harry would think in the dark, wand out, ready for it, I really don’t want to die and miss out on you

Harry,

Sorry I couldn’t call but everything’s been nuts here and I wasn’t sure when I’d get to talk to you. Malcotti’s fucked her ankle so I may actually get put in for a game?? She’s been told to take it easy for a week and we play the Magpies in four days, so?? I’ll let you know when I can call. I’m currently writing this at the post-office desk and running late for practise.

Sidenote: this express owl cost me four galleons so I hope it does a dance on its arrival or at least arrives within the day. Tell Andromeda hello and that I’m still rooting for the green beans. Also, good luck for the driving test!! I’m sure you won’t hit anything living or dead and/or drive into a lake, but also if you do just confund the instructor. I solemnly swear not to tell Hermione.

Thinking of you. Kiss Teddy for me,

Gin

The click of the receiver: “I only have five minutes, we’re about to eat.”

Harry smiled, “How’s home?”

“Absolutely nothing to note. Victorie threw up on Bill yesterday, so that was a joy.”

“Supportive as usual.”

“Hey, I am supportive.” Harry could tell the phone was jammed between her shoulder and her ear, heard a knife on a cutting board, “Supportive of Victorie’s right to throw up on Bill whenever she wants.”

“Are you cooking?”

“I’m cutting potatoes by hand to avoid the lounge because Fleur and Mum are talking about how to discipline children.”

“Sounds tense.”

“You don’t know the half of it. Ron had to pretend to be on the phone with you earlier for ten minutes just to get out of there. He says hi– fuck!”

Harry heard the phone fall, “Ginny?”

A scrambling on the other end, distantly: “You’re bleeding on the potatoes!”

“Hi,” Ginny’s voice, a little breathless, “I cut myself.”

“You alright?” Harry asked, quick-shot.

“Oh, yeah. Just blood. Admirably everyone is showing a lot of concern” (Percy’s voice, distant and mournfully, “well there’s no way we can eat these now”)

He thought about going home sometimes, about the flat with Ron and Hermione he was currently paying for that he’d never lived in, what he’d do back in England. No one had ever come out to visit him here, some unspoken agreement they’d all made to give him space. Except, knowing Ron and Hermione and Mrs Weasley and he’s never been anywhere he wasn’t hunted to it probably was very much spoken, it’s just he wasn’t there for it.

The thing is, if he went home that meant no more seeing Teddy every day, sitting around eating cereal, watching him walk into walls or turn his nails pink, giving him ice cream for lunch and strap him into the truck, driving around the farm doing spins just to make him laugh. Even after all this time Australia was so far from the familiar, every night him and Andromeda sat on the deck lazily casting cooling charms, looking at all the stars.

On full moons Teddy got in bed with all the curtains open, blinds up, just to look at the moon. He couldn’t sleep unless he saw it. Harry wondered if he ever did anything like that, got pulled towards something of his parents without realising it. Quidditch, probably. Looking for something without knowing, not sure what you were really missing. Teddy’s huge eyes, the moon, and that familiar feeling: Stop, wait, I can’t believe I’ll never see you again. Come back, I wasn’t done yet. I don’t know how to do it without you.

It was pitch-black, four in the morning Queensland time, but it had been the only time she’d had free. Harry was leaning against the booth wall, letting the cloak slip, exhausted. Ginny cleared her throat in an odd way.

“So, you know I hate asking about this. It makes me– I don’t want to be that person” She sounded, wrong, uncomfortable, like white knuckles gripping the receiver, “But everyone’s been asking and I want– when do you think you’ll be coming home?”

Harry was quiet. All this time away– almost a year, eleven months, it occurred to him– and she’d never asked. She was the only one who hadn’t. “Oh, I don’t know. Soon, I guess.”

“Yeah.” She said, unreadable. A beat went past, and Harry could feel the shift, how that was the wrong thing. He could hear her breathing. “Do you want– if you want, we could take a break-“

“No” Harry said, so fast, “No, no I don’t want that. Do you want that?”

“No. No. I just– I don’t want this to be difficult. I don’t want you to feel, like– obligated. If you want like room away from everything I get it. Just tell me– I don’t want– Just tell me.”

Harry’s heart was going into his chest like an endlessly slamming door. How to explain it? You wouldn’t believe the space here, all this room, all this time I have. I didn’t think I’d get it. I want space but never from you.

“I’m not with you because I feel obligated. I’m– That isn’t how I feel. I don’t want space or a break or anything.”

Silence, endless, pouring down the phone. He could be sick. Then, Ginny’s voice: “Okay.”

“I’m coming back to England, Gin. I’m coming back, just, when I’m– when I’m done. I’m coming home. Soon.”

“Okay. I just wanted to make sure that this– that this is still good.”

“It is.” He was so stupid. A war ends and everything finally works out, everyone safe for real, and he goes running to the other side of the world and doesn’t say when he’s coming home. Ginny, at home, getting a phone wired up just to call him. He had no luck for seventeen years and then it all came at once, and now he doesn’t know what to do with it.

“I love you,” he said, which he never said because it felt heavy, full of gravity, and he spent all his time trying to make her laugh.

Deep breath. He could hear her shoulders unknotting through the phone. “I love you too.”

“Harry?”

“Ron?”

“Can you hear me? Is this?– how do I know if this is on?”

“It’s on,” Harry said, hurriedly, “Is everything alright?”

“I tried to give Pig a letter for you this morning and he bit me and flew into the window.” Harry started laughing, “So I thought I’d try give him a break.”

Harry pulled himself together, “Yeah maybe that’s for the best. How are you?”

“Oh, the usual. The shop is still nuts so Hermione stopped by to help out on Saturday and ate half a Bile Biscuit thinking it was shortbread– hilarious. George threatened to charge her. If Ginny’s not at a practise she’s at our place drinking all the milk, and Luna came by the other day and threw all the stuff in the fridge out because she said it was infected with ‘Mimilice’. You?”

“The same. Teddy turned his leg into the end of a snake the other day and I had a fit. Andromeda put him in the sink so he couldn’t slither away before phasing back. It’s currently 39 degrees.” Ron laughed.

“God, even your voice sounds hot.”

“Woah, mate. I’m seeing someone and so are you.”

“Ha ha.” Ron said sarcastically, “I wish I could turn this up so everyone in the empty living room could have heard that.”

“Please don’t try to use the speaker phone, you’ll accidentally dial the embassy or something.”

“’Speaker phone’? What could the phone have to say?”

Teddy turned two and Andromeda make him a cake by hand with a spider on it that moved. He blew out the candles and looked bemused, sat in a top Hermione had sent, still holding onto a scrap of ribbon. Harry took him outside and sat him on his Nimbus Seven Series, entirely too long, and Teddy did slow circles while Harry held the end, watching him laugh, tiny hands grasping the handle. Suddenly, like being thrown through a window, Remus was in front of him, standing in the Hogwarts Hallway, breathless and happy, saying his sons name.

The post office has been closing for a good fifteen minutes, but Harry brought the cloak, pretended to leave, then snuck back and picked up the phone again.

“I think I just saw Millie’s husband.”

“You’re kidding.”

“A guy came to pick her up, he had a hat on, she got in the front seat–“

“What kind of hat?”

“I don’t know, normal. Like a normal old-person hat.”

“You didn’t say he was old.”

Harry grinned, “You really thought Millie seemed the type to be with a 25-year-old?”

“Hey, you’re going out with me after all–“

Harry spluttered, “I’m a year older!”

“Year and a half–“

“You’re unbelievable. That is not the same.”

“Just because you like younger women–“

“I don’t like younger women, I like you, or I did until a few minutes ago. I’m now reconsidering.”

“You like me.” Ginny said, not really serious but also deadly so.

Harry smiled, said dryly, “What gave me away?”

Harry had started dreaming of home, the staring in the street, dishes washing themselves in the Burrow, Hogwarts lake dark and silky as eels. He couldn’t tell what had brought this on, only that he was now driving into town every day to talk to Ginny, and now Ron, Hermione, even Neville were coming to the phone.

“They miss you” Andromeda said, unprompted, drinking muggle wine on the deck one night after dinner, “Molly wrote last week asking if you mentioned when you’d be coming back.”

“Oh,” Harry said, because he couldn’t think of anything else. “Do you think you’ll come back?”

The question hung between them. Terrible thought: Teddy never back in England, Teddy growing up where Harry couldn’t see him.

“I will.” She looked back at him, unbearably, and it was everything that went unsaid.

“How?” Harry asked, unthinking.

Andromeda looked back out the window, the pressing dark, the unbearable heat. Even after all this time, making dinner, sitting on the dark deck, weeding the garden, she was still unreadable. Grief undid you in layers.

“Because Nymphadora would want me to.” She said, simply. “Because I want her to think I’m brave.”

The post office shuts for a week because Millie goes out of town, and the place is small enough that that means it’s not open till she gets back. Harry makes it four days before apparating hundreds of miles away, almost splinching himself in the heat, dizzy from lack of practise, and stumbling to a payphone at the side of a highway.

Click. “Didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.”

“Yeah, I went out of town to call.”

“Out of town huh? Miss me that much?” Ginny’s voice, joking.

Unbelievably, Harry thought. “Yeah well, Teddy isn’t much of a conversationalist.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that, you’ll knock his confidence.”

“He’ll get past it. How are you?”

“Fine. Well– actually, you won’t believe what happened at practise on Thursday, I hope you’re sitting down–“

“I’m not–” Harry grinned

“Squat then,” Ginny said blithely, “because Jacqueline has actually gone full bonkers–“

“My parents say its incredible “ Hermione’s voice, the only person in his life who spoke in a normal tone on the phone

“Yeah, we’ve been actually.” Harry didn’t have the heart to tell her that Teddy had found the Great Ocean Road blindingly boring and had only made it an hour in before him and Andromeda had decided it wasn’t worth the screaming anymore.

“Yeah, Mum and Dad were thinking of coming down, doing it again.”

Harry played along, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She was endearingly fake-casual, “Maybe Ron and I would come too.”

“Ron wants to drive 150 miles along a stretch of boring road with your parents?”

“You didn’t say it was boring.”

“Slip of the tongue,” Harry smiled, “What about the Ministry? And the shop?”

“We’re thinking about doing travelling.”

“The year we spent in a tent in various country-sides not enough?”

“Funnily enough seeing the sights wasn’t top of mind then.”

Harry smiled darkly, “If we’re going travelling let’s do Italy, or America, or something. Soon. Somewhere none of us have ever been.”

Hermione left it a beat too long for it to be a normal silence, “I heard Italy is beautiful, the history there is incredible…”

Harry could almost hear talking to Ron later: “and then he said if we’re going travelling, ‘we’re’, Ron! And ‘soon’! he thinks he’ll be travelling with us ‘soon’!. And Ron, “so you didn’t ask when he’s coming back then?, and then Hermione: “didn’t you hear? soon! He said soon!”

He was walking back to the car from the post office one day, Teddy plodding beside him infatuated with a passing goose, with Ginny’s voice still swimming around him, the sound of Ron telling her to shut up, pass the receiver, I’ve got to tell him the Cannons score, and he walked into the travel agents and booked one-way ticket to England for next week. Just like that.

Stupid, really, how he heard their voices all the time (walking in the street, making a sandwich, fixing the plumbing) but had never made the connection. He was in the street like always, hearing the call all again, and thought I wish they were here for real, and then walked into the air-conditioning and pulled out his chequebook. It really was that easy. The goose was still outside when he left holding his ticket, Teddy squirming to get closer to it with a full-on beak that Harry was trying to hide with one hand.

Home soon Harry thought the whole drive home, the thought expanding in his chest, the window open, his hair blowing everywhere– longer than it had ever been. Even when he got back to the farm, told Andromeda (who promised to follow in a year), made dinner, went to bed, he imagined he would feel different. Something huge and unfelt before, but really everything was the the same as ever. He just missed them, is all. He was learning that sometimes love really was that simple, that it was reason enough.

“I read that people sometimes make signs at airports.”

Harry smiled, phone cord wrapped around his palm. “Saying what?”

“Guess you’ll find out tomorrow.”

“Oh, God.”

“Don’t worry, no magic involved. We don’t want to alarm the muggles. Luna asked if she could bring her lion hat but Hermione got intervened.”

“Luna’s coming?”

“Yes, duh. Everyone is. It’s been a year a half.”

Harry, who had had visions of kissing Ginny ridiculously for an hour in front of the plane, adjusted his expectations.

Ginny, as usual, reading his mind: “Don’t worry. I’ve briefed Ron that I’ll still be kissing you senseless so he had better start getting over it.”

Harry grinned, “Bet he loved that.”

“He called me a cocksucker, and then I pointed out that actually I hadn’t been in a year and a half–“

“Gin!”

“–and he said my name exactly like that, yeah.”

Harry couldn’t stop laughing, bright red in the post office for the last time as Millie shushed him, “You are unbelievable.”

“Well, believe me.” she said, dryly, “I’ll be seeing you in 29 hours.”

Harry, also counting, ducked his head, grinning. It turned out all his best luck was waiting at this part of his life, who knew. Thank God, Thank God, Thank God.

“I’m going to be totally unusable, you know. The flight’s twenty-one hours.”

“Yeah, you’re an idiot. I know you’re on a whole no-magic kick but this really is the limit. What are you going to eat?”

“Hermione says they serve eggs and stuff.”

“Wow, really? How?”

Harry considered. “I actually have no idea. Maybe please bring some chips or something to the airport.”

Ginny laughed, the best sound in the world, “Only if you bring me some eggs.”

#sorry this is late sorry to all my unanswered messages i had to post this today i had to get it away from me!!!#hinny #hinny fic #harry potter #ginny weasley #otp: several sunlit days #i have to run everyone is waiting on me sorry everyone i love you all lots i turn 21 in three days who could believe it!!!#carolineswritingtag

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