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JAMES POTTER. Date of birth: 27 March 1960 Gender: male Sexuality: pansexual (male lean) Blood status: pure blood House: Gryffindor Hair color: jet black Eye color: hazel Species: human Patronus: stag Wand: 11’, cobweb pattern, mahogany , Dragon heartstring

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Additional note from writer :

Please, I am not a James x Lily shipper, it is very unlikely for me to openly write it { regardless of me hyping and discussing fan theories of the ship }. I do follow the major plot of him being enamored with Lily Evans. In the end, he decides to settle down and marry her before his death. If I’m going to interact w / any I wouldn’t like to be a heart-breaker. ᅠ

VERSES & AUs:

SURVIVED! : aged james, managed to survive the attack of voldemort. lily was killed, harry growing up with dursleys. living in the shadows, he continues to secretly protect his son. (developing) PORTRAIT! : james’ portrait hangs in hogwarts castle in the quidditch trophy section. constantly annoying snape every time he passed around him. the haunting spirit lives on. (developing) DARK SIDE! : what would happen if he chose the dark side beside voldemort instead, along with peter? as a deatheater, he would really unleash his sadistic side without any shame. (developing) ANOTHER REALITY! : james’s family escaped the house before voldemort’s arrival. auror profession! harry grew up in a happy family where both of his parents lived. (developing) I portray both versions Marauder school era {last year before graduation} & aged James.

#ㅤ𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐖 [ ... ] his fondness for power and powerful individuals is known since his school years.

Being a little opportunist that he is, instead of striving to obtain greater power , his insecurities prevents him from attacking his opponents directly when he knows he can't win in terms of raw strength / intellect. His loyalty belongs mainly to himself.

He rather switches teams, choosing always to side with the strongest from the bill of fare. The ex - Marauder is a type of person who would rather observe so long until finding the Achilles' heel and point the finger at the target for others to smite.

Because why would he remain on the side significantly weaker when the stakes are high?

Either kill or be killed. He always wants to ~ 𝐒 𝐔 𝐑 𝐕 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄 ~ and shall do literally anything to improve his situation and chances to do so. 'Talentless' in comparison with the rest of his friends but when it comes to trickery, survival strategy in order to save your skin he is as Remus once referred to him 'brilliant'. Let's not forget that this talentless man has actually planned a whole successful scenario and got Sirius to Azkaban with no evidence against him. No one would check his finger if he disappeared for good, right?

Wormtail cocooned himself in some impenetrable barrier of self-assurance - that he likes his new way of living beside Voldemort (that includes torturing people, killing them, etc.) And at some point ... power, POWER was something that successfully managed to control his deeds. Call it a forced self - HYPNOSIS. I believe there was a period in his life when he even took quite good care of himself by changing (drastically) his image ( attire, haircut, whatever guys do to look badass) to increase his self-esteem. ( Could this happen pre or post Potter's death? Maybe, close to the period of Azkaban's mass break. I am pretty much going to manipulate with this idea in near future. )

But that wouldn't last for too long because the status of Death Eaters went downhill. They began to hide after Voldemort's downfall; from feared to hunted. And Peter quickly schemed the scenario of his death and went into hiding for 12 years. This leaves me impressed, that ( or why ) he remained loyal to Voldemort for so long, but obviously, his gut felt things, that he wasn't entirely gone, and his return was but a question of time + of course, he feared him too much to leave and played a key role in restoration of his physique rather than scatter like he typically would. Yes, he could pretty much use an opportunity to crawl back to Dumbledore, seeking forgiveness after hearing how well it worked for Snape, but he never feared Dumbledore enough to decide for his step. The loyalty out of fear was stronger here. But would Remus forgive him? There was another fear if the fellow Marauder chose to not forgive but kill him instead.

And what about Snape? His sudden change of side wouldn't trigger less his anxiety, with the sympathies he harbored for Lily, in case he would decide to pursue vengeance too. Alas! Azkaban mercilessly knocking on his doors. Hiding seemed like a good idea.

With such transformation, his personality went through if he was ever to meet Remus and Sirius -- either shortly after James' death or if Sirius would have survived the battle with Bellatrix ... it wouldn't be happy. No remorse at first glance, he would mock them. Justifying his behavior with their ignorance - not even paying attention once to what he REALLY wanted. Just like he did in Shrieking Shack : 'Remus ... Sirius? My friends!' or 'enjoyed your tripping in Azkaban?~'

There's way too much theories swirling around the concept of WHY Peter sold James and Lily to the Dark Lord ;

Did the Marauders have secret disagreements with each other? Was there a massive argument between James/Peter no one knew about?

Was Wormtail a secret sympathizer of Pure-blood ideology who disapproved of his friend marrying a Mudblood which would shatter the perfect image he had of him?

Was he too scared and thinking mainly about saving his own skin to avoid torture and death?

Was he just jealous and hurt by ignorance of his friends he could never match with and held some hidden grudges?

Or did he idolize James too much to the point of crushing on him, remaining angry with Lily for separating him from the Marauders? I said nothing, but it is in my head. Good Lord.

His traitorous habits link him perfectly to the RAT symbolism he willingly chose to select for his Animagus form. However, this still leaves a big question hanging: how was someone as cowardly as he sorted in 𝐆𝐑𝐘𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑?

ㅤ ㅤ 𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 ...

𝐓𝐖 ; dead James & Lily

Hints of topic in future 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐.

Awakening compassion for the first time in long years.

Thanks to Peter dies a Potter ... ㅤ... and thanks to Potter dies he.

goeticapothicaire​: ᅠOf course, James wasn't so naive to expect any kind of gratitude coming his way, no. He just - mayhaps used such defiant jest as an obscure reminder via hidden talent; how to make people feel miserable. By now, Severus must have felt extremely uncomfortable by the radius of their closeness, separated merely by a few inches. The glower dawning on his visage never ceased to reflect the possibility of lethal danger, threatening to awaken and cause further calamity. The fact that Potter did not hex him at the first sight was considered progress, even a blessing from Merlin himself!

It's one thing when you dislike someone and don't get along with them, but it's a whole different story when you wish for their death. 

James' protective primal instinct kicked in first, he did what he considered was the right thing to do. Although he disliked to admit it — he did not wish Snape to die.

But that day, something happened, the Dungeon Bat he was familiar with awakened his inner insurgency and got — bolder … Yeah, that was the word. With graduation knocking on their doors, all of them grew and matured. It was weird to say but another part of James felt thrilled about this change in attitude. Maybe, it was a good choice that he didn't tell anyone about his intention to abduct Slytherin on his way to the training, especially, Sirius. Imagine how drastic things would get if Padfoot heard Snape's upcoming words. Minimally - he would beat him into oblivion, if not kill him. Linking his sudden spark of nerve to the worst scenario possible ... an attempt to blackmail the Marauders.

  ᅠIt was hard to believe, but even someone like bloody-James-Potter had some moral principles, and picking on someone physically weak and too wounded felt tasteless. Perhaps, James really matured? Or it was much more entertaining for him to face enemies in good shape, with chances equally set. The pained grimace the potion fanatic pulled proved enough, that the flesh where Potter automatically poked wasn’t restored. He decided to wait until his recovery. It obviously suited everyone's interests for Snape to heal, leaving no further evidence for Remus to get expelled; his silence was crucial. Hell, he was even willing enough to supply him with illegal healing drugs just to speed up the process at this point. For the people he cared about, James was capable to commit the impossible. ᅠ 'I am utterly terrified'. A slap of mock right into his face. By the way the sarcastic comment slithered its way out of Snape's mouth, he could almost feel the protruding venom against his skin, that much he hated his tormentor. Pretty familiar with pulse-pounding in his temple, lips thinned and curved lopsidedly. Mocha brows furrowing underneath the curly, raven bangs. There was a particular spell hanging on his tongue ... A tensed minute of silence. ᅠ Regardless of that, Gryffindor sadist had no intentions to cause further damage to the area which was supposed to be in the process of healing, but if it wasn't for Snivellus' comment ... provoking further what he maintained to keep from surfacing, he would rightfully pour more salt on the open wound. ᅠNot like he was wrong with his assumptions. ᅠ “ Oh, wow. You're even thinking about me, paying you more attention than I already do? Dream on, ~ ” his cranium shook in amused disbelief, biting right back with a wicked comment, before flashing to notable seriousness. Internally, laughing at Snape's vain attempts to maintain distance between them, like a scaredy cat from a fire-breathing Boggart. ᅠ“ Believe what you want. This intelligently-malicious-idea, as you call it, is something that would unlikely cross YOUR mind, considering the spineless groupies you like to associate yourself with. You may view me as a cold troll but in fact, my heart is quite big and generous enough to give you a lengthy start-up to get your sh*t back together. ” ᅠ Snape’s stubbornness in the form of sudden insurgency earned him a quick, tempestuous, eye roll. Like if James wasn’t close enough to flare up. ᅠ “ I don't care how hard you hit that slimy head of yours back then! But if you're feeling suicidal enough to go for the thrill that is solely your thing, my task here was to give you a final warning. Understand? Oh, no no, you're very wrong about that, as long as you engage in something that involves me, and my friends -- obviously, it becomes my business. ” The sudden clutch upon his wrist caught Potter off guard despite sharpened senses and drew a silent hiss from the Headboy. It wasn't enough to move someone with an athletic build like he himself was, BUT a desired result happened -- the chest jab ceased, nevertheless. A power-play of muscles stuck mid-air, with no withdrawal or further progress. Who could have guessed there was strength hiding in those skinny arms. ᅠ“ Now, that's the spirit! But you better save it for the next time, ” he acknowledged, wired in unrestrained mirth of a chuckle. Purposely leaving demand about Marauders to stay away unanswered. It caused yet another stir of discomfort, but the wrist was yanked from the snake's grasp soon afterward with a swat of his other hand. ᅠHe openly carried on dialogue without haste or a solid fraction of guilt, “ Keep them out of your mouth kindly, would you? It's me you're dealing with. First, you're in no position to argue, try to smart-mouth me again when you stop wincing like a Princess from a poke.~ And then, only then ... we'll have some serious talking. You have two weeks, Snape. /Two weeks/. ” -- To recover. ᅠWith yet, another warning the Marauder turned on his heel in order to hurry back to the Quidditch training. He was already late, thanks to certain someone. Potter left much damage on his soul and body, but the words he uttered that day reached a whole new level of torment and could likely haunt the Half-Blood Prince for time being. The resonance of a few words lingered in-depth with those gravel velvets of levity. ᅠ“ And remember, ” once more, he glanced at Snape over his shoulder, “ your life belongs to me now. ”

Sakutarō Hagiwara, from Face at the Bottom of the World and Other Poems; "Death of a frog"

𝓦ᴏʀᴅs ᴀʀᴇ, ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ, ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏsᴛ ɪɴᴇxʜᴀᴜsᴛɪʙʟᴇ 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈 ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜜɪɴғʟᴜᴇɴᴄɪɴɢ ɪɴᴊᴜʀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡. ᅠ┈┈ ᅠꜥꜤ ᅠ،، 𝄞 ࿔

                                —  I  WANT  TO  COME  HOME

independent harry potter multimuse featuring credence barebone of fantastic beasts, penned by grey  (they/them ; 26), follows back from roleplay hub greyhovse, CARRD

" Don't let the past consume you. " - for leta??

Breath came in shallow, shuddering gasps, lungs could no longer remember how to fully expand, constricted by the vise-grip of anguish. Tears would have welled unseen behind her expressionless facade, an opaque veneer concealing the tempest of emotions raging within the innermost chambers of her soul. There, entombed in the silent archives of her mind, Leta Lestrange wrestled with the specter of a future bereft of the possibility of Corvus' laughter and love - an existence as bleak and colorless as the unforgiving void that had torn him away.

The voice addressing her registered only faintly, like a distant echo reverberating through the cavernous hollows of her grief-stricken psyche. Each question circling around topic of past made her breathing feel like a Herculean feat, each inhale a laborious act of will, drawing in air that felt devoid of life-giving essence.

In the labyrinthine recesses of her consciousness, Leta wandered, a forlorn specter haunting the ruins of sibling bond, now reduced to a silent mausoleum of nostalgia and regret. Her presence back on the ship - vibrant and achingly poignant, Irma's call saturated her thoughts, rendering her mien an inscrutable cipher - a fragile mask concealing the maelstrom of anguish that raged akin with that fated storm within the innermost chambers of her shattered heart.

' Don't let the past consume you.' Words tasted foreign on upon tongue as she repeated to herself in mere whisp.

The bride of sorrow stared vacantly ahead, detached listlessly, untethered from the present moment. The words spoken to her hung in the air, fading into a distant, muffled echo as if emanating from the far end of a long tunnel. Heart felt leaden in her chest as she managed a typical honey-liquoriced answer as if nothing bothered her, " Past is but all-consuming. "

But how could she explain the weight of her grief? How could she articulate the way it wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud? ... Thoughts of Corvus like any day prior consumed her consciousness - flashes of what could be joyful memories now forever tinged with the grey pallor of his absence. The well-meaning words of comfort, offered by a faceless stranger, dissipated into the ether, powerless to penetrate the all-consuming miasma of despair that enveloped her, a suffocating shroud woven from the unraveling threads of a life forever altered by the cruel machinations of fate.

And somewhere out of this room of glamour, full of feathered hats, coquettish applause, pearls, and sparkling champagnes the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room she couldn't see -- but concurrently felt the first stirrings of possibility. The past would always be a part of her, but perhaps it didn’t have to define her completely. That's what she always told herself, what her best --- her only friend told her. With each step forward, she could honor her little brother's memory while also reclaiming her own life. And for the first time in a long while, she felt a flicker of hope despite not purposely answering any further.

                  “WE MAY BE BLOOD BUT WE ARE NOT                 FAMILY. THOSE PEOPLE WHO WERE KILLED,                THEY’RE MY FAMILY. SO, NO OFFENCE, BUT                 THEY’RE ONES  THAT I GIVE A CRAP ABOUT:                                                   NOT YOU.”

                    AMELIA POTTER ● INDEPENDENT HARRY POTTER OC                               MUTUALS ONLY / HIGHLY SELECTIVE (x)

#SHENERVE: ❛ The thing about growing up with FRED and GEORGE is that you sort of start thinking ANYTHING’S POSSIBLE if you’ve got enough nerve !   [ … ]   Independent. Selective. ANTI-JKR GINNY WEASLEY from the the ʜᴀƦƦʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇƦ ꜱᴇƦꞮᴇꜱ | penned by ROSE.

»  ━━  𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.

lyrics  pulled  from  joshua  bassett’s  trilogy  of  songs.  please  amend  wording  or  pronouns  where  necessary.

𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐒.

“  my label said to never waste a crisis.  ”

“  here i am, guitar in hand.  ”

“  honestly, i didn’t want to write this.  ”

“  if you get to tell your truth then so do i.  ”

“  it’s cool if you want me to play the bad guy.  ”

“  don’t you dare act like i didn’t love you.  ”

“  don’t go thinking that i didn’t hurt too.  ”

“  don’t you ever wonder if i’m okay after all you put me through ?  ”

“  half the shit you’re saying is only half true.  ”

“  you’re messing with my life as a career move.  ”

“  i can’t help but wonder why you won’t make it end.  ”

“  i guess you would never dare to waste a crisis.  ”

“  what the hell am i supposed to do with that ?  ”

“  i wish that i could open my eyes and the nightmare be over.  ”

“  keep fanning the fire for the headlines.  ”

“  weren’t you the one who left in the first place ?  ”

“  weren’t you the one who called things off ?  ”

“  was it an act to love me ?  ”

“  was it an act to hate me ?  ”

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓.

“  i pulled into your driveway again.  ”

“  we kissed, but it felt different.  ”

“  i should have seen it coming then.  ”

“  you swore that you only had a crush.  ”

“  you told me that you would cut him off.  ”

“  my friends all warned me i should run for the hills, but i defended you still.  ”

“  because i knew rumours could kill.  ”

“  your secret is safe with me.  ”

“  oh you don’t even know i know.  ”

“  don’t worry because i’m keeping my mouth closed.  ”

“  how could you be so cold ?  ”

“   i really hope you had your fun.  ”

“  good for you fooling everyone.  ”

“  you had me tricked for sixteen months.  ”

“  your smoke and mirrors had me hypnotized.  ”

“  i heard the truth last night.  ”

“  when  your woe is me stops working, i bet your songs won’t sound the same.  ”

“  the truth you can’t dent, it changed everything.  ”

“  you can’t hide behind what’s clear as dare.  ” 

𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄.

“  i don’t know what i did to deserve all this.  ”

“  i don’t want to be rude or on the defensive.  ”

“  but i’ve been through it too.  ”

“  i know you feel used.  ”

“  i know you’ve been hurt.  ”

“  anything i did to make you feel worse, i’d take it back if i could.  ”

“  nothing i say will ease the pain.  ”

“  why must i hurt for you to feel okay ?  ”

“  you don’t get to take all of me.  ”

“  set me free.  ”

“  i don’t need your apology.  ”

“  i don’t recognise you, not anymore.  ”

“  you’re not the love that i fell for.  ”

“  i’ve been running away.  ”

“  i’ve been facing my fears.  ”

“  it’s been a fucking year.  ”

“  i’ve been doing my time, i’ve been working on me.  ”

“  i wasn’t sure i’d survive.  ”

“  i’ve never felt so weak.  ”

“  i hope you know i still care about you dearly.  ”

“  i’ve got to lock the door and throw away the key.  ”

“  i won’t never let you hurt me how you hurt me again.  ”