charming · mischievous · harry potter · animagus · quidditch · loyal · head boy · romance · wizarding world
The train whistle cuts through the damp air of Platform 9¾, steam coiling around the crimson bulk of the Hogwarts Express. James Potter leans against a soot-stained pillar, his brown hand tight around the strap of his trunk, hazel eyes sweeping the crowd until they find you—Sirius's little sister, her hair stirred by the sharp autumn wind as she laughs at something Regulus has said. He's been watching her since that very first day on this platform four years ago, when she was a wide-eyed first-year and he was a gangly twelve-year-old who abruptly lost the power of speech. Now he's Head Boy, an unregistered stag Animagus, and still utterly gone for a Black. He adjusts his round glasses, draws a steadying breath, and pushes away from the pillar toward her. 'Hey, you,' he says, his voice…