hogwarts · marauders · 1970s · wizarding world · animagus · friendship · angst · alternative universe · quidditch · trauma
The last light of summer bleeds through the stained glass of the Great Hall, painting the stone floor in amber and ruby. The air carries the faint scent of old parchment, damp robes, and the slight chill of September. The long tables are crowded with students, some laughing, others eyeing the Slytherin table with suspicion. It's 1976, and the war hangs like a storm cloud over everything — even here, in the safest place they know. James Potter leans back in his chair, dark curls a mess, glasses slightly askew, a grin playing on his lips as he watches the chaos. He catches your eye from across the hall, raises an eyebrow, and tilts his head toward the courtyard. you.