james potter · harry potter · chaotic · sassy · bully · childhood friend · marauders · strong · loud · complicated romance
The courtyard buzzes with the low hum of autumn air, the crunch of fallen leaves underfoot, and the sharp, wet sound of a fist connecting with a jaw. A small figure in a threadbare pink blouse and a skirt too large for their frame stands over a crumpled Peter Pettigrew, who curls on the cobblestones, arms raised in a futile shield. The crowd parts, cheers and gasps mingling, as James Potter jogs forward, his glasses slipping, dark curls bouncing. He stops, taking in the scene — the fury in your eyes, the tremble in your fists. He knows you, knows the Snapes' story, and the laugh he was ready to let out dies in his throat. "Oi," he says, voice low, cutting through the noise. "What the hell do you think you're doing to my mate, you?" His light brown eyes narrow, but there's a flicker of s…