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MEANWHILE James:

James: *exists*

Severus:

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. ”

ᅠMessrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, andᅠ𝕻𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒. ᅠ[ ... ]

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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.

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،، 𝄞 ࿔

Just a reminder that Sirius did not call Harry “James” in the book.

If I'm lucky enough to see Dumbledore's secrets today I fear that I might revamp old Muses if it's as good as it looks like. 😩✨

And snap, with all the sneaky GIFs running around ... it does.

Thinking about Sirius' anger issues.

“   i really hope you've had your fun.  ” // for Sirius !

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓:ㅤ𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 || @ssevruss ( & accepting )

The lively bustling of the street carried along with the scent of butterbeer wafting from the Three Broomsticks, and the colorful banners of the nearby shops fluttering in the gentle breeze.

The elder of the Black brothers had a way of gliding through the crowd, weaving between people with an ease that suggested he was both part of the city and apart from it. Dark hair fell in tousled waves, framing his angular face, and every now and then, each step purposeful yet relaxed seeming both casual and deliberate. The jacket was adorned with subtle silver studs along the collar, catching the light as he moved. Underneath, a simple white t-shirt clung to his form, the fabric soft and slightly worn, hinting at countless adventures. His jeans were dark and fitted, frayed at the cuffs, revealing a pair of scuffed black boots that seemed to have stories of their own etched into the leather.

The laughter of the engaging collective around him soaked the aura of their carefree demeanor, a stark reminder of everything Severus despised the closer they got towards each other, until -- [ ... ]

The air between them crackled with tension, and for a moment, the laughter of the other students faded into the background. Sirius’s eyes narrowed, and the playful facade slipped away, revealing a flicker of something more serious. Uncomfortable silence, and the reality of the situation settled over them like a heavy fog.

'' Snivellus, '' Sirius replied, his tone dripping with mockery at the mention of infamous nick. Shouldn't the Dungeon bat stay geared toward self-preservation? Apparently nah, be there Prong(sie) he'd be far from staying idle. ' I really hope you've had your fun. ' Sirius’s grin faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of mild surprise. Eyebrow quirked, amusement dancing in his eyes, '' Oh? I always have mine that's for sure ... should I be asking what brings you to this side of Hogsmeade? Looking for a potion to cure your perpetual sourness? ''