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A Homage to Immortality
@jilymicrofics, Words: 376, Rated: T
“Be careful this time,” Lily said, undergirding the chinstrap of James’s Brobdingnagian leather-hide helmet.
“Yes Ma’am.” He grinned toothily, two incisors missing on one side (it would take another week for them to grow back fully).
Lily huffed and levelled him seriously with her celadon gaze. “Potter.”
“Evans,” he smirked.
“I mean it.”
“I know. I will be.”
Celadon narrowed. “Promise me.”
He promised and planted a kiss on the top of her head for good measure. “I love you,” he murmured into her warm titian hair, and swallowed her shoulders in his strong embrace; hers gripped his middle tightly.
“I love you too,” she echoed, though it was muffled by his cinnabar Quidditch robes.
“I should probably go—” His grip around her slacked and he started to pull away.
She gripped him tighter. “No, you shouldn’t.”
“—the game will be starting soon.” He tried half-heartedly to step back once more, sighed, then scattered half a dozen kisses across her head and more on her cheeks until she unburied her face to kiss him back. He drank her in, sipping at the edges of her lips—the head of Butterbeer—then downing her all in one. She kissed him just as deeply, hands climbing up to his shoulders to drag herself infinitely higher—closer—to him.
He was Eros and she was Psyche, and here—the long-emptied changing rooms—was their castle in the ether, hidden away from that infestus envy that lurked on the land, poised to strike. Yes, even as their lips parted, and then their bodies, Lily felt the immortality soaking through her soul. She licked the ambrosia—his saliva—from her lips and locked her gaze with his bronze one.
“I gotta go,” he finally said, eyebrows knit together; he still hungered for her.
“I know,” she relented, but as she retreated towards the exit, he caught her by the hip and drew her back in for one final kiss.
“I’ll see you soon.”
Lily nodded. “See you soon.”
At last, he made his way to the entrance to the pitch, trailing his eyes on her Gryffindor-proud form until the very last moment, where he couldn’t help but disappear behind the canvas curtains—not before blowing her a kiss and a wink, of course.
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ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
Chapter 5. Rating: T. Co-creator: @merlinsbbeard.
“I can’t believe you're not more pissed off about this. Didn’t she call you a you-know-what in Potions last year?” Mary waved her fork around, flicking bits of egg on an unwitting fourth-year.
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thank you <3
(full disclosure i am crying while writing this)
now that i'm feeling a little better i need to tell so many of yall how much your support has meant to me throughout my surgery process.
so many of yall have shown your support whether by word, emotional care, financial support, or sharing my financial need, most of you some combination of those, and genuinely, it has made such a difference. for various reasons i have felt at times pretty alone in this process, especially the closer i got to the surgery, but i felt so fucking supported by my community here.
@athenasparrow even went so far as to go to the @jilymicrofics community and collected sweet messages to create a little collective "congrats" card for me to wake up to after my surgery. Athena.....you really are miss james sunshine potter <3 this meant so so fucking much to me. thank you to my friends in the jily fandom (in order of appearance on the card): @uncertainwallflower @merlinsbbeard @charmsandtealeaves @annabtg @ohmygodshesinsane @practicecourts @abihastastybeans @annasghosts @kay-elle-cee the messages and fun pictures you took the time to send were especially joy-giving when i woke up and found out i had to stay in the hospital overnight. and to Kelsey and Ray (along with Athena) who have reached out and checked in on me throughout the week....i love you guys <3
i also want to shout out the friends and mutuals i have outside of the jily circle who have sent me their own messages of support, congratulations, and healing, throughout the process but especially in response to all my update posts the last week <3 @deermessrs @steadygalaxychild @basslineescapeact @iamsiriusly @loop-deloo @lilyflxwers @only-came-for-the-food @sunshinemarauder @mppmaraudergirl @fvckyouimaprophet @flowerpottlady
**wait i want to also add that there are some of you who have liked all my posts and even if you haven't said anything on them, I've seen that support too and it means a lot to me as well. I see you in my corner and I'm so grateful to have you there <3
i don't know how to explain how much the support i've gotten from ya'll has meant to me. in some very real ways you've been there with me in this process more than some of my best irl friends have been, for one reason or another. i have felt so very loved, validated, and cared for. thank you all, from the bottom of my heart. <3
p.s. i think it's such a lovely fuck you to jkr that i got such massive support for my gender affirming surgery from my fucking HP fandom family <3333 hahahahaa fuck you terf (:
#i do apologize to anyone i might have forgotten or a shout out i may have missed#i've also received really kind and supportive asks from anons related to the surgery and not#which have also brought such smiles to my face#fandom love<3#charlie chats#top surgery#goodness#lovely mutuals#things to remember
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Do you have any recommendations for Jily blogs/ fic authors to follow? I'm pretty new to Jily fandom and just recently discovered your amazing fics 🥰
This kind of ask makes me nervous because I'm sure I'll forget someone, so please take this as a non-exhaustive list:
@maraudersftw @mppmaraudergirll @constancezin @missgryffin @blvnk-art @annasghosts @annabtg @petalstofish @blissfuljily @sunshinemarauder @joyseuphoria @allthosedarlings @charmsandtealeavess @charmingwillow @abihastastybeans @tiffanytoms @sweeethinny @theresthesnitch @the-dream-team @chdarling @silly-little-writer @booksarelife-stuff @relyingonoldships
@blitheringmcgonagalll @ohjesombre @ohmygodshesinsane @kates836 @futuristiclawuniversityy @wearingaberetinparis @hotlatinospacerebel @itsjamespotter @stonecoldhedwig @dizzy--bird @harryissuchalittleshit @theroomofreq @all-things-jily @nat-reads-jily @jilyaya @jilyesplz
@tumbledfreckles @practicecourts @isahorcrux @siriuslychessi @chierafied @ghost-of-bambi @bcdaily @frustratedpoetwrites @chiechie97 @scriibble-fics @smileyjily @moonawrites @athenasparrow @uncertainwallflower, @merlinsbbeard @arianatwycross @kay-elle-cee @merlins-sequined-hotpants @nought-shall-go-ill @shhhhharpat @up-to-some-good
Honestly, Jily Fandom seems to be growing all the time! Follow some blogs, keep your eye for their reblogs, reblog yourself to spread the word, and keep this beautiful ship alive 💖
#I KNOW I FORGOT GREAT TUMBLRS HERE#Disclaimer because I'm tired and it's late#so PLEASE ADD TUMBLRS to this list
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Favorite New Author
@annasghosts
@athenasparrow
@bronzeagepizzeria
@gwenmontrose
@jamesunderwater
keep_driving
@merlinsbbeard
@nodirectionhome-ao3
@sosohh
@suzyq31
@uncertainwallflower
@winryofresembool
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Saturday Snippet
Alrighty thank you for the tag @jamesunderwater (and I’m sorry I totally didn’t reply to your last one when I fully intended to but the week got away from me). Here’s my little snippet share, won’t say what it’s from because I’m not entirely sure which fic I’m gonna include this in yet but I liked it
She clung to him like he was the life raft that had come to save her and that would keep her afloat while they rocked in tumultuous seas.
Tagging some people and sorry if you’ve already been tagged! : @ncoincidences @abihastastybeans @merlinsbbeard @uncertainwallflower @merlins-sequined-hotpants
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Word Tag Game
Thank you for the tag @wearingaberetinparis (what is To All the Kudos I've Left Before?? I'm so curious.)
Friendship:
“Good.” He smiles, giving her the first look of approval since he’s met her. “I know you can’t help who approaches you, but you should be careful who you associate yourself with.” Lily narrows her eyes and observes him. Is he talking about James Potter? “Narcissa and Bella are exactly who you should be seen with. A proper friendship. Remember that.” He pats her hand and she fights the impulse to take it away. They are silent for the rest of the dinner and Lily lets her eyes roam the room, but she can’t see James Potter or the dark haired boy that attracted Narcissa’s attention anywhere. (My angsty WIP tentatively called The Price of Secrets)
Water:
Lily looked around. The water was lapping at the low rocks, but other than the quiet breaking of the small waves there wasn't a sound. He was right. It was starkly different from the noise of London and even from the sounds of her childhood neighbourhood. She looked at him: he was floating on his back, eyes closed and a soft smile curving his lips. He seemed different like that, unguarded, as if his problems were far, far away and she suddenly envied him. “Why did you want to come here?”
“Hmmm?”
“What are you running away from?” (From my Jily week fic The Summer I fell in Love)
Gasp:
“You shouldn’t need your mother to explain this to you.” He muttered, before turning towards her and raising his hand to cup her cheek. Lily gasped as his palm skimmed her face and his fingers weaved through her hair, warmth raising to her cheeks. “What do you feel?” (Regency AU Miss Evans and the Impossible Task (of Finding a Husband))
No stag anywhere, sorry!
I'm tagging @uncertainwallflower, @merlinsbbeard, @abihastastybeans, @charmsandtealeaves with the words Family, Mistake, Broken, Sigh. Apologies if you've been tagged already!!
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Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better.
Thank you for the tag @uncertainwallflower, @annabtg, and @merlinsbbeard!
Relationship Status: Married
Favourite Color: I've been vibing with like a sage green lately
Stuck in My Head: Castle on the Hill by Ed Sheeran
Last Song You Listened To: Naked in Manhattan by Chappell Roan
Three Favourite Foods: Cheese Enchiladas, specifically my mom's spaghetti (she's not Italian, it's just nostalgia), a good cheeseburger
Last Thing I Googled: [my city] crime map 😅 We're moving in like two weeks so just wanted to check out the area (DON'T TELL ME I SHOULD'VE DONE IT FIRST I KNOW)
Dream Trip: I don't really have a dream trip? Just anywhere with good food, really.
I've seen this going around A LOT, so I'm going to leave an open tag, but definitely encourage y'all to do it if you feel like, and tag me to let me know!
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7 UP
Thanks @merlinsbbeard for the tag.
I am very intrigued with that set of lines.
The rules of the game are to post the last seven lines of your wip (or the one you’re currently working on?!)
I've had both a little time and inspiration today, so here's the last 7 lines (i can't count so it might be one more or less)
.... It makes Lily feel that to Marlene she’s a solved riddle, a completed puzzle, no hidden mystery left.
Mary smiles at her and says “There will be someone else when you’re least looking, you’ll see.”
“Pshh, that’s just nonsense.”Marlene interrupted, “You could wait for fucking ever. Or you could pluck up some courage, ask for his number and call him. Options, Lily, you have options. No answers, no promises, just options.”
tagging 7 people if you want to (i'm sorry if you got tagged before)
@blitheringmcgonagall @missgryffin @annasghosts @charmsandtealeaves @downn-in-flames @oneofthesirens @wearingaberetinparis
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Demyx: Happy Friday, everyone!
Saix: It’s Monday
Demyx: fascinating
#Source: merlinsbbeard#incorrect organization xiii quotes#incorrect kingdom hearts quotes#demyx#saix
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Bucking Brooms & Bloody Bludgers
@jilymicrofics
Prompt: pain, words: 1404, content warning: head injury.
James groaned, eyes blinking wildly as the Hospital Wing ceiling came into focus. The sound around him was muffled, overcome by an unrelenting monotonous ringing in his ears. Pain split and re-split his skull. His nostrils stung with an overwhelming scent of chemicals. His very fibres ached, and he briefly wondered if this was how Remus felt after the full moon.
James was not unfamiliar with the Hospital Wing. He had had many injuries and ailments over the last six years at Hogwarts, but none so alarming as this.
That morning—James hoped it was that morning—was the onset of the last match of the year. Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. Stakes were high, as Gryffindor was beating Ravenclaw for the Cup, and Slytherin was beating them all. The game was Gryffindor’s to lose, and if they did they would be plunged into third place.
It was because of this, that inter-house rivalry was significantly more potent in the antecedent weeks than they had been all year. Somehow, the air in the Great Hall was tenser than when Severus Snape had deflected Sirius’s Entomorphis Hex outside Defence Against the Dark Arts that February—James agreed that “the slimy git deserved it”—and hit a passing-by Hufflepuff, whose head sprouted feelers and back sported a pair of wings. The corridor had turned into an all-out riot, with students of all houses getting involved.
Despite the relatively early hour of the morning, the Great Hall was packed. Students were roving about the four banquet tables; many were placing bets and breaking into rehearsed chants, and more than once Professor McGonagall reprimanded groups for waving banners inside.
James sat closest to the doors; with him were Sirius, Remus and Peter, as well as his teammates. He had been pushing his eggs around his plate for the past ten minutes; the mere smell of them made him want to yack, but a worm in his ear named Sirius had been telling him to “eat up” and that he would “need the energy for the game.”
“Good luck, Potter.” Tommy O’Connell, a seventh-year Gryffindor, clapped James on the back as he passed by.
James winked over his shoulder at him, and turned back to his plate. Deciding that Sirius was right, he quickly ate as much of his plate as he could keep down—his stomach was roiling with nerves. “Ready?” he asked his team.
“Ready.” Owen Atkinson, a burly fifth-year Beater nodded once, confidently, but secretly his hands shook beneath the table.
Libby Marsh and Mya Gardner agreed, smiling uneasily up at their Captain and fellow Chaser. And Monty Burns, the other Beater, looked positively green. Their Seeker, Marlene McKinnon, only nibbled at the corner of her toast, eyes fixed on the oak tabletop, where Cohen Hughes, the Keeper, had planted his face as soon as he sat down with the group.
“Go get ‘em, Prongs.” Remus smiled reassuringly at him.
“We’ll be rooting for you.” Peter’s face was red and gold with paint, and he held two measly thumbs up.
James nodded stiffly at them and rose from his seat, followed by the rest of his team. He had just crossed the threshold into the Entrance Hall when he collided with someone that hadn’t been there a moment ago.
“Watch it, Potter,” a scathing voice spat. It was Tadhg Wilkes.
James was all too familiar with Wilkes. He was one of the youngest in the Slytherin gang, along with Snape, who was standing a little away from the commotion. Wilkes was renowned amongst their year group for hexing first and second-years, and getting away with it. He was otherwise a star student, Prefect, and part of the Slug Club.
“Wilkes.” James levelled his gaze with the shorter boy. “Don’t go tripping over now, you might hurt yourself.”
Wilkes’s hand shot to his waistband where his wand was stowed, apprehensively. “Worry about yourself, Potter. Quidditch is a dangerous game…”
James had shaken off the odd exchange and put it down to theatrics. In fact, it was the last thing on his mind when his Nimbus 1700 had suddenly lurched from beneath him.
“GRYFFINDOR IN THE LEAD BY NINETY POINTS,” the commentator, a seventh-year Hufflepuff named Michael Kelly, yelled into the microphone.
James felt it lurch again. He muttered to it, “Come on, don’t do this to me now.”
Mya flew past him, Quaffle tucked securely under her arm, followed by Libby who yelled at him to get back in the game.
James took off once more, regaining control of his broom. He felt the sheer power of the thing rush through his fingertips and into his veins. It felt like he possessed pure energy.
“AND TURNER HAS STOLEN POSSESSION FROM GARDNER. RAVENCLAW IS BACK ON THEIR GAME.”
Simon Turner and his teammate Oli Dawson flew parallel up the pitch, looping to pass to one another.
James was quick to follow. He darted towards the hoops, wind stinging his face. Under the Seekers, left of the Beaters, right of the Bludgers, through the scrambling Chasers.
He was gaining on them.
James thought that if he reached out as far as he could, then his fingertips would surely have brushed the Quaffle. This was, of course, if he hadn’t been hit square in the abdomen with a well-aimed Bludger.
His lungs instantly lost capacity.
“POTTER HAS BEEN HIT. I REPEAT, POTTER IS DOWN.” The words rumbled in his head.
James barely had time to gasp for air before his broom bucked and he was flung into open air.
There was a collective gasp from the spectators as he plummeted towards the stands.
Limbs flailed in a frantic attempt to save themselves, grasping for what wasn’t there. His body was spinning erratically, faster than his mind could comprehend. The grassy pitch got larger by the second, but before he was even halfway down—
Crunch.
Hushed voices drifted in through the Hospital Wing doors, which had been left open a whisker, snapping James out of his dazed recollection. His ears had stopped ringing by then.
“I cannot allow him any visitors at the moment.”
“Please Madam Pomfrey, I won’t get in the way.” James recognised the disembodied voice.
There was a pause, then the door creaked, and two sets of footsteps scuttled in.
The sanitary-blue curtains around his too-small cot were harshly drawn open. Bright light flooded his vision, which he attempted to block with his hand. His arm, he now noticed, was bandaged with an itchy gauze.
“James.”
Lily Evans stood at the foot of the cot. Her eyes were frazzled and red from crying, her long titian hair uncharacteristically messy, her lips raw and nails gnawed to stumps.
“Be honest, am I still handsome?” His voice was wheezy. Weak from not being used.
Lily let out a half-laugh, half-sob. She rounded the cot, taking a seat at his side, and took his hand gingerly in hers. “Are you alright?” Her voice was brittle.
“Of course,” he squeezed her hand, casting her a reassuring smile.
Lily smiled in return. Watery and unconvincing. Her eyes kept flicking to his head, then back to his eyes.
James frowned. “Is there something wrong with my…“
He reached his free hand towards his scalp, where most of his pain stemmed from. His tentative fingers were met with a patch of supple new skin, where thick hair usually grew.
Lily swallowed loudly. “You hit your head.”
“Go on.”
“You hit your head on the stands on the way down and—and there was a lot of blood.” Her voice cracked. “Oh, James.”
She threw herself onto his chest—luckily Madam Pomfrey had already healed all the bruising—burying her face in the warm crook of his neck, breaking into tears for the third time that day. Her shoulders shook, tears and saliva dampening his ghastly hospital gown.
“It’s alright.” He stroked her hair soothingly, shushing her. “I’m alright.”
It was a small while before the sobs were replaced by slow breaths and the occasional hiccup.
Eventually Lily whispered, “I thought you were going to die,” though it was difficult to make out.
“Can’t get rid of me that easily,” he chuckled.
A deep breath. “The boys are outside. They probably want to see you.” Lily started to sit up but James swiftly pulled her back into him, further onto his lap. He nuzzled his face into her soft hair.
“Stay with me,” he whispered.
“Of course. Always.”
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#Jily#jily microfic#wordcount under 2k#marauders era#hogwarts sixth year#Lily Evans#James Potter#Sirius Black#Remus Lupin#Peter Pettigrew#Marlene McKinnon#Severus Snape#Wilkes#professor mcgonagall#poppy pomfrey#minerva mcgonagall#madam pomfrey#merlinsbbeard#merlinsbbeard microfic#prompted writing#hogwarts#harry potter#quidditch#hogwarts quidditch cup#quidditch captain james potter#fluff#marauders#microfic#jilymicrofics
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ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
Chapter 4. Rating: T. Co-creator: @merlinsbbeard.
A tinkle of the bell announced the arrival of two new patrons into Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop. Lily’s eyes absently drifted past the dozen tables crammed into the highly perfumed little room, past bows and frills that garnered every surface, and landed on the couple currently closing the door behind them with another soft tinkle. Her face dropped.
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#new chapter because we cant control ourselves#AWTEW#warning this chap might make you hate davey#all's well that ends well#merlinsbbeard#uncertainwallflower#lily evans#davey gudgeon#oc#edgar bones#mary macdonald#alice fortescue#james potter#hogwarts#hp#harry potter#jily#fanfic#marauders era
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the tree thing!! ~for procrastinators~
really down to the wire here, but for anyone hanging around tumblr this xmas/xmas eve: if you want to help decorate my tree!! i would love it :D
tagging some folks who i haven't yet gotten to leave an ornament for; not sure if you have a tree yet or not, but tag me on the post if you do? (: much love and holiday happies to all <333
@lilyflxwers @loop-deloo @basslineescapeact @goldenbi @strugglequill @suzyq31 @delicris @fvckyouimaprophet @moony4pads @merlinsbbeard @ohmygodshesinsane @joyseuphoria @uncertainwallflower @blitheringmcgonagall @just2bubbly
#and if you want me to leave you an ornament literally just comment on this post!!#i am attending 0 christmas festivities and spreading good cheer is like. my fave.#that tree thing
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Not Harry Potter-related
I was tagged by @merlinsbbeard to do this challenge
I tag @maraudersmemories @weasley-puff @wplfstar @ginnyweatherby @baronweasley
Musicals or plays
Lemonade or iced tea
Strawberries or raspberries
Winter or Summer
Pandas or Koalas
Beach or forest
Planets or constellation
Pastels or neons
Diners or cafes
Unicorns or dragons
Gemstones or cristals
Hummingbirds or owls
Fireworks or sparklers
Sunflowers or hydrangeas
Brunch or happy hour
Sweet or sour
Rome or Amsterdam
Day or night
Classic or modern (art)
Sushi or ramen
Polka dots or stripes
Road trips or camping trips
Macarons or croissants
Aquariums or planetariums
Glitter or matte
Colouring or water colours
Fairy lights or Candles
Honey and Lemon or Milk and sugar (idk if this is some kind of tea)
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Lazy Afternoon
@jilymicrofics prompt: beginning, words: 269
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
It was all wrong. They weren’t in the common room, snuggled up on a loveseat by the roaring fireplace; nor were they in the grounds, lazing in the cool under a canopy of leaves. They were in the seventh-year boy’s dormitory, in his four-poster bed.
Naked.
His red quilt was clinging to the mattress by one corner, the rest crumpled up on the floor beside his trunk, which had been kicked aside in their moment of passion.
Heat radiating from his sticky body made the air hot and thick in her lungs. Salt lingered in her nose and in her mouth, and faint chatter from the common room mingled in her ears.
It was not at all what Lily had imagined when she daydreamed about James Potter finally making it official.
“No,” she uttered.
“Oh.” Her response had taken him by surprise.
“Not that I don’t want to.” She stumbled over her words. “It’s just—” She fished an elusive hair out of her mouth. “Gross. It’s just that I sort of—I don’t know—pictured it differently.”
James propped himself against the wooden headboard—his pillows had fled the scene along with his quilt—and his eyes took sudden interest in his curtains that hadn’t changed since first-year.
“I’m sorry.”
His eyes finally met hers, then flicked to her hair, which glowed auburn in the afternoon sun that drifted lazily through the window. Another stubborn strand of hair had made its home on her sweaty face. His touch was soft as he smoothed it back, tucking the rest of her hair behind her ear. “Don’t be,” he whispered.
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#jilymicrofics#jily#lily evans#james potter#merlinsbbeard#marauders era fanfiction#merlinsbbeard microfic
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Wild Garlic & Ribcages
@jilymicrofics
Prompt: mouse, words: 360, content warning: implied/referenced torture.
James’s ears pricked as a nearby fern rustled. The air was still, the forest unnaturally silent, as he and Lily crouched amongst the moist earth and decaying leaves. A twig snapped, and the pair gripped their wands apprehensively.
“Do you think it’s a—”
“Shhh.” James pressed a finger to his lips.
She nodded slowly. If it were, the worst thing to do would be to give away their presence.
The mission had them scouting for Death Eater movement—gatherings or trails or attacks—in a forest north-east of Durham. They had run through the escape plan a million times before leaving; Moody had made it clear that one returning member would be better than none. With any luck they could narrowly avoid being hanged, drawn, and quartered in front of the rest of the wizarding community, a fate Benjy Fenwick had been unfortunate enough to meet.
James could hear the creature moving, still, along the forest floor towards the brush they camouflaged against. Leaves crunched, wild garlic quivered. His shoulders tensed, his grip on his wand growing tight and sweaty. Any second now, and—
The curse died on James’s lips, and he breathed a sigh of relief. It was a mouse.
The critter halted, its minute ribs heaving too-big breaths. Its paws, tiny and delicate, grabbed at its long whiskers and big, round ears, bulging eyes closing as it groomed itself.
Lily muttered a short incantation under her breath, and a bright blue light grasped the mouse; the reversal spell had no effect, and it scurried off undeterred. The two wizards gazed after the mouse until long after it had disappeared amongst the toadstools and debris.
“Will you marry me?” It was James who spoke first.
James hadn’t understood the nature of the war until that moment, or the effect it had on him. A year earlier, he had thought he knew what love was, the extent of it, and the joys and sorrows it brought. Now, a simple field mouse was enough to teach him that if he had died without marrying that girl, he’d be kicking himself through the afterlife.
And war spares no mercy for young lovers.
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#jily microfic#marauders era#lily evans#james potter#merlinsbbeard#merlinsbbeard microfic#lily potter#jily#jily fic#jily fanfiction#original order of the phoenix#harry potter#first wizarding war#wizarding world#alastory mad eye moody#benjy fenwick#prongs#prompted writing
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