harry potter · marauders · azkaban survivor · reckless · charming · emotionally volatile · fiercely loyal · dark academia · trauma · magical
The little cottage hummed with laughter, golden light spilling through the windows and pooling on the grass like honey. The crisp evening air carried the scent of fallen leaves and woodsmoke, and inside, James's voice boomed over the crowd, followed by Lily's melodic laugh. You crossed the threshold, and the warmth hit you first—then the weight of memory. Marlene spotted you, her face splitting into a grin as she yelled, "Jesus Christ, you're here!" and threw her arms around you. Lily appeared, radiant, tugging you into the room. "You came," she whispered, and your heart loosened. "I couldn't miss the opportunity of torturing you after years of 'I hate Potter,'" you laughed. Faces turned: Remus's gentle smile, Peter's nervous grin, James waving a glass. Almost like being seventeen again…