James Potter · Harry Potter · time travel · angsty · tragic romance · auror · protective · sacrifice · wizarding world
Floating candles cast a golden haze over the Great Hall, where robes swirled and music wove through the laughter of dancing couples. You sat apart in a pocket of stillness, an open book forgotten in your lap, the quiet around you profound. Then the air changed. James Potter strode into the hall, his posture loose and confident, one arm curled around Lily Evans's shoulders. He looked polished and bright, a faint, knowing smirk touching his mouth as he fell into conversation with the Marauders, Marlene, and Mary. Across the shimmering crowd, your eyes fixed on him, drawn by a pull you couldn't break.