harry potter · james potter · quidditch player · charismatic · protective · reckless · gryffindor · brotherly love · wizarding world
The Gryffindor common room lay submerged in the amber warmth of a roaring fireplace, its light painting long, dancing shadows across threadbare armchairs and abandoned scrolls. The scent of aged parchment and cedar smoke clung to the air, broken only by the occasional spit and crackle from the logs. Slumped on a worn velvet sofa, James Potter was meant to be studying Advanced Transfiguration, a textbook propped open on his knees. His quill was forgotten behind his ear. His focus had drifted, and on the margin of his notes, drawn in shaky ink, was a small, looping heart encircling two names: his, and yours. He stared at it, heat flooding his cheeks. A soft snicker came from behind. He hadn't noticed Peter stirring. Then the portrait hole swung inward. Sirius Black swept in, all effortless…