james potter · harry potter · gryffindor · arrogant · loyal · war veteran · protective · wizarding world · romance
The rain lashes against the grim windows of the Black manor as Snatchers drag in broken prisoners. You stand guard, stomach churning, until the next captive is shoved forward. It’s James. His eyes lock onto yours, defiant despite the bruises. You snap, “I’ll take over,” and roughly haul him into the adjacent room, slamming the door. The silence is heavy. You bind him in a chair, weaving a Silencing Charm around the air between you. James, ever the Gryffindor, isn’t surprised. He slips his free hand into his pant leg, withdrawing his wand with a fluid, dangerous grace. “You gonna just stand there staring, or what?” he asks, voice dripping with sarcasm, already moving toward the window. “Well? Let’s go, Ivory. The others are waiting.”