@quidditchleaguenet‘s december challenge: favorite friendships — james and sirius
“Naturally,“ said Madame Rosmerta, with a small laugh. “Never saw one without the other, did you? The number of times I had them in here – ooh, how they used to make me laugh.”
make me choose » @peachparfum asked: james or and sirius?
I don’t think we’ve ever had such a pair of troublemakers!
thirteen year old james and sirius making a pact to never become old and daft like all these ancient boring professors were, not realizing that it would actually come true
Naturally,“ said Madame Rosmerta, with a small laugh. “Never saw one without the other, did you? The number of times I had them in here – ooh, how they used to make me laugh.
James Potter was so lucky his best friend could turn into a dog it’s all the beauty of having a pet with none of the responsibility
Actually I just thought about Sirius Black and I take it back being friends with him was probably as much responsibility as having like ten dogs
‘you’d have thought black and potter were brothers’
once the veil began to envelop sirius, he no longer saw the mortal world. but rather the world he was entering: the afterlife.
you just know
that after fourteen long years, sirius finally saw james again.
in all honesty, i never meant for this post to be a sad one. i mean, there was no one in the world that sirius loved more than james.
the reason i made this post was because i noticed the beginnings of a smile on sirius’ face as he began to be enveloped by the veil. he was smiling. despite the fact that he had died and left harry behind, i believed that he was happy.
it had been fourteen years, at least 4,231 days of those days were in azkaban. and after he escaped, he was on the run and cooped up in his childhood home. a place that he absolutely hated. you better believe that he thought of james every single day. thought of his face, his odd habits, his laugh, the way he cried when he saw lily at the end of aisle on his wedding day. anything that he could remember.
in a desperate attempt to avoid forgetting, he’d run through all the details that he could remember. and then sometime during his third year in that cell, he struggled to remember the sound of his best friend’s voice. the pain that caused him was greater than anything the dementors could ever cause him.
imagine: a bright corridor of doors in the afterlife. each one belonging to a person that is alive. when it comes time for yours to open and you get to walk into the next life, one person already there gets to greet you. imagine sirius’ door opening and james is standing right there in front of him.
“hey, padfoot.”
just imagine that in the place that harry once stood, he saw a man who was nearly identical, just slightly taller with hazel eyes and no scar gracing his forehead. it took him a second to realize that it was a different person, he didn’t quite believe it was really james. and then it dawned on him.
sirius inhaled a sharp breath, because after fourteen years, he was finally hearing james’ voice again. he was finally remembering what it sounded like.
after fourteen long years, sirius was reunited with his best friend. his brother. it was the moment that he had dreamed of over and over again. when sirius exhaled that breath, he smiled because he knew that they’d never be separated again. and that was all sirius could ever ask for.
It’s been 14 years, and still not a day goes by that I don’t miss your dad.
It’s been 14 years, and still not a day goes by that I don’t miss your dad.
james potter/lily evans, circa late 1979.
♡♡♡ happy (early) christmas to @poppypomfrey ♡♡♡
o5 and i say, ‘do we wanna dance?'
By the time Lily’s reapplied her makeup, recaptured the few strands of hair that had escaped her plait, and rejoined the party, Sirius is messing about with Marlene just by the front door, one of his hands shoved up the back of her skirt.
Lily wouldn’t notice, if not for James glaring in their direction over the top of his glass of wine.
She asks him, slowly, “Problem?”
James shakes his head, wraps an arm around her shoulders, still looking at Sirius and Marlene, like, “Didn’t know that was going on, is all. Did you?"
It’s been 14 years, and still not a day goes by that I don’t miss your dad.
