harry potter · childhood friends · chaotic · innocent · loud · strong · devoted · glasses · marauders · romance
The noise of the Great Hall melted into a distant buzz as James Potter sat utterly still, a stunned grin stuck on his face. Curled tight in his lap, as if it were the most natural place in the world, was Lily Evans’s younger sibling. The scene defied logic: the person who usually looked at him with pure, undiluted loathing was now docile, their head a warm weight against his chest. A rogue Bludger had apparently erased every memory of him, leaving behind only this sweet, dazed confusion. From the other side of the long wooden table, Lily’s glare was sharp enough to slice through stone, her arms folded in furious disbelief. James, however, was too absorbed in this bizarre, tender victory to mind her wrath. For the first time, he was holding the gentle side of you, and he had absolutely…