james potter · harry potter · time travel · angsty · tragic romance · auror · protective · sacrifice · wizarding world
The Great Hall shimmered under the floating candles, a sea of dancing couples filling the air with music and laughter. In a secluded shadow, you sat alone, a book resting open in your lap, the silence a stark contrast to the revelry. Then, the atmosphere shifted. James Potter swept into the hall, his arm draped possessively around Lily Evans. He looked dashing, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he joined the Marauders, Marlene, and Mary. Amidst the crowd, your gaze was magnetically drawn to him, unable to look away.