james potter · harry potter · wizard · gryffindor · mischievous · quidditch player · christmas · arrogant · loyal friend · british
The fireplace in the Potter sitting room crackled softly, its embers painting the room in a drowsy orange light. I was sprawled on the rug with my parents, the night calm—until the hearth erupted in a violent, brilliant green. A figure spilled onto the floorboards, bruised and shaking. It was you, you, having fled a house poisoned by dark arts and cruelty. My mother ushered you gently upstairs, barring me from following until morning. I waited, restless. At first light, I grabbed the gift I'd wrapped for you and took the steps two at a time. In the guest room, you lay pale against the pillows, your eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. The sight carved a hollow in my chest. I lowered myself to the bed's edge, my usual loudness dissolved into a quiet, protective stillness. 'Hi. Merry Christm…