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#i’m at the bottom of the curve this week #writers block #how can i fix it

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fatherly duties (April 25th prompt; Thrill) @jilymicrofics

“You’re staring, Lil.”

Lily startles, nearly knocking James off his feet as she spins around to face him.

“Woah,” he breathes, steadying her with his hands on her shoulders. “Just me.”

Lily frowns up at him, though she can’t completely hide the slight blush that warms her cheeks, noticing his bemused expression. “I wasn’t staring James, I was just—“

“Staring. Yeah.” James interrupts cheekily, giving her his typical lopsided grin.

“Checking.” Lily corrects him, crossing her arms. “I was just checking if he’s alright.”

James’s smirk softens at that, and is replaced by an understanding smile. “Yeah.” he says quietly, looking past her at the door to Harry’s bedroom, which stands slightly ajar. “I was about to do that, though. One of my fatherly duties.”

Lily can’t help but chuckle at his feigned displeased frown. “Oh, is it now?” she asks amusedly. “And what else, may I ask, would those fatherly duties include?”

James presses a finger to his chin, thinking. “Well…there’s telling horribly flat jokes, for one.” he muses, smirking slightly at Lily’s eye roll.

“Hm, they’re called Dad jokes, I think.” she replies, acting as though this conversation was indeed very serious.

James can hardly hold back a laugh. “Yes, yes, exactly those.” he agrees. “Oh! and there’s also, teaching him all the hidden ways around Hogwarts and—“

Lily slaps his chest. “James Potter!” she hisses quietly. “He’s gotten into more than enough trouble on his own, he definitely doesn’t need your encouragement.”

“Alright, alright.” James sighs, but in all honesty, he does agree with Lily. Hearing about Harry‘s many previous escapes has had them both feeling less than thrilled, to say the least.

“Well, I’ve got another one then,” he adds, walking up closer to the door to peak inside the moon lit room — the room that once belonged to Sirius and now hosts his son. “Protecting him, with my life.”

Lily feels her chest constricting with the entirety of the statement. “With our lives.” she corrects him quietly, leaning her head against his shoulder.

She watches Harry’s sleeping face, and tries her best not to think of the last time they’d vowed to do that — and the last time they almost did do that. And she’d do it again, in a heartbeat.

James wraps his arm around her shoulders, kissing the side of her head.

“Merlin, I’d take a hundred curses for that kid,” he says after a minute. Then, with a breathed chuckle. “Although, you know, I’d still prefer not having to bite the grass anytime soon.”

Lily smiles weakly. “You always hated to eat your greens.”

James turns his head to look down at her, an incredulous expression on his handsome face, before he suddenly bursts out laughing. “Wow.” he snorts. “Can’t believe Prefect and Head Girl Lily Evans would ever pull a pun.”

Lily giggles despite herself, reveling in this moment of quiet solitude. “Oh, she’d never,” she replies with mocked disapproval, before her lips tug into a smile. “But Lily Potter certainly would.”

She thinks James’s smile could probably light the entire bloody house. “I love you, Mrs. Potter.” he smiles, like the love struck teenager he hasn’t been in almost seventeen years.

Lily blushes, although she reckons she really shouldn’t anymore, being in her thirties and all. “I love you too, Mr. Potter.”

A slight creak to their right makes them both turn, and Lily’s blush increases, now twinged with a bit of guilt as she’s met with the confused eyes of their son.

“Dunno what’s more worth asking about,” Harry lulls tiredly, blinking against the light in the hallway. “Why you two’ve been standing in front of my bedroom for the past half hour, or what’s gotten you to giggle on about…?”

Lily bites her lip, sparing Harry a sheepish smile. “Sorry, sweetheart,” she replies genuinely. “We didn’t mean to wake you.”

“We’re just checking on you.” James adds, perhaps unnecessarily.

Lily notices the look of confusion on Harry‘s face. “Uh…right,” he replies slowly. “Checking for what?”

“To know you’re okay.” she explains gently.

Harry raises a brow, lips twitching amusedly. “I’m fine,” he chuckles. “I was asleep, you know…not much I could do that you’d have to check on.”

“It’s just a nice change,” James pipes up, clearly wanting to lighten their conversation. “You — sleeping so quietly, not scurrying around, beating your old man at quidditch.”

Harry snorts. “Yeah, well, I could still beat you, even with my eyes closed.” he retorts jokingly.

James gasps in mock appall; „In your dreams!“

Harry snickers, with that same cheeky glint in his eyes which Lily‘s seen plenty of times before, on James. “Yeah, there too.”

#harry potter #james potter #jily #jily microfic #lily potter #jily lives #hp ootp #hp #potter family #grimmauld place #quidditch

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in case (April 24th prompt; Enchantment) @jilymicrofics

so…I wrote another letter, because they’re so angsty and I am in that kind of mood today…Lily‘s letter to Harry, written sometime before Halloween '81…

My darling Harry,

You can’t imagine how hard it is to write this letter. I have been trying to find the perfect words to make sure that, by the end of it, you‘d understand just how much I love you. Then I realized that no words could ever really hold that much power. I love you so much that not even the word love seems accurate enough.

I know, I’m being corny and it’s probably embarrassing you, but you know…I’m your Mum and so I’m afraid it’s my job to do that.

But seriously, Harry…I really want you to know that there isn’t anybody that stands a chance to rival how much I love you, how utterly and entirely enchanted I am every time you look at me or smile for me.

The moment I’ve first held you, you‘ve taken a hold of my heart. I knew the moment your tiny little fingers grasped mine that I would do absolutely anything to make sure you‘d be okay. Anything, Harry.

I hope you‘ll never have to read this letter, and I promise if we all make it out okay I’ll burn it to bits and you’ll never know it ever existed. But, I’m writing it anyways, just in case. In case I won‘t be there to tell you how much your Dad and I love you myself. In case I won‘t be able to hold your hand to take you to King‘s Cross…and squeeze you too tightly when we’ll have to say goodbye as you board the train to Hogwarts.

Whatever happens, the one thing I know is that you‘re already a wonderful person.

I’m so proud of you Harry. We both are.

I hope that, wherever you are right now and whatever obstacles you might have to face, you know just how loved you are. We’ll always be there, even though it might not seem that way. We’re always with you.

Please be safe, sweetheart. And remember, bravery sometimes means accepting help, instead of trying to take on the world alone. I‘ve learned that thanks to your Dad. I hope you’ll take my word for it, if nothing else, I can give you this advice.

You’ll do great, I know you will, but I’m crossing my fingers anyways, just in case.

And I promise that, wherever I might be, I’ll be watching over you, and cheer proudly for your every success!

With all my love,

Mum

sorry i know…so sappy ,:)

#harry potter #lily potter #james potter #in hiding #pre-halloween #lily‘s pov #letters #baby harry potter #angst #jily #jily microfic

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https://www.tumblr.com/thursdayes/634063187559546880/always

Owww:((

oh god this is so beautiful, but stabs my heart…Harry…we got to protect that boy! — also, side note, how tragically sweet is it that his patronus is the same as his Dad‘s?

#harry potter #james potter #hp #fanart #beautiful

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jily headcanons

#the marauders era #fan art #james potter #lily evans #jily #ahh yes

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teenage struggles (April 22nd prompt; Mistake) @jilymicrofics

Lily knocks on Harry’s dormitory door, before slowly opening it to spot him perched on his bed. His back leaning against the wall as he stares broodingly out the window.

He looks so utterly crestfallen…James had been right, Harry‘s date must really have been bad.

She bites her lip in silent sympathy. „Hi, sweetheart,“ she addresses him quietly. „Can I come in?“

Harry, who’s only just seemed to acknowledge her presence, blinks at her for a moment. „Mum? uh, yeah…sure.“ he replies.

She crosses the room, ignoring how messy it is — teenage boys, right?

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she reaches her hand out to lightly touch his knee. „Date didn’t go well?“

Harry sighs, fiddling a bit with the hem of his shirt — the one he‘s so eagerly put on just a few hours ago, with the brightest smile on his face as he‘d told her about his date with Cho Chang.

Lily scoots closer, until she’s sitting next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. „Tell me what happened?“

„Well…we, sort of, uhm…kissed—“

Lily’s eyes widen with surprise. „You did?“ she asks, cringing slightly at how high pitched she sounds. But…it’s not everyday her son gets his first kiss, is it? „Then, why do you look so gloomy?“

„Because,“ Harry groans, hiding his face in his hands. „I shouldn’t have— it was a mistake.“ he runs a hand self-consciously through his hair. „She cried. She cried as we…kissed, because of— of Cedric.“

Oh dear…

„Oh, darling…I’m sorry. She shouldn’t have kissed you whilst struggling with…what happened.“ Lily replies, running her fingers gently through Harry‘s curls.

„Yeah…“ Harry shrugs, before he shifts his head to lean it on her shoulder. „Thanks Mum.“ he whispers, after a moment of them just sitting there. He takes her hand, which she all too gladly allows for him to hold.

„What for, Harry?“

He looks up to her through his lashes, smiling slightly. „Being here.“

#harry potter #lily potter #hogwarts #cho chang #hp ootp #first kiss #jily microfic #professor potter #jily lives

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If only James and Lily got to cuddle and calm Harry when he snuggles in their bed in the middle of the night because of a nightmare. If only they got to wipe Harry's tears away and heal his scraped knee to make the pain go away. If only they could promise they would never let a noseless wizard hurt him.

oh my this makes me sad :( if only…Harry would’ve deserved to experience their love! and Jily would’ve deserved to see him grow up 🥺

If only

Harry isn’t quite sure why he‘d come here…why he keeps on coming…it’s not like he‘d ever find anything other than that gravestone — marked with his parents‘ names, their dates of birth and their death date…now a painful reminder that, in a few days time, he‘d officially be older than they ever were.

In a few days, he would outlive his parents.

He kneels down into the grass just in front of their joined grave, whispering with all the love he knows he holds for them, despite never having really known them;

„Mum?…Dad?…Thank you, thank you for saving me…I love you.“

#harry potter #james potter #lily potter #jily #if only #anon ask #ask open

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Lol I lost the insomnia battle again

#relateable #so tired rn

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Apologies in advance for requesting this. I definitely didn’t think I would submit it but I needed a bit angst/feels:( (I’m cruel to myself)

Prompt:

“H happy birthday, d daddy. Me, mom and padfoot are doing ok. Uncle Remus says you are in a happy place. But I still wish I could hug you.”

“Ohhh Harry love, *sniff* I’m sure james would’ve wanted that too”

(Reference to the idea of the prompt in the link below. Caution: it will hurt😢)

https://www.tumblr.com/nightmers/114762861949/happy-birthday-james-potter-27-03-1960

Anon! This made my cry, why?? No, but actually it’s such a beautiful, if very sad, prompt. Thank you for showing me!

Now, I’m really busy this week so I’m sorry that this isn’t the longest prompt, but I wanted to write this for you anyways so I hope you’ll like it.

moments of missing you

Five years. Four months. 27 days. That’s how long it’s been…since the last time she’d heard his infectious laugh…seen his hazel eyes sparkle with mischief…kissed him like they’re forever seventeen…

Five years.

Sometimes she can’t wrap her head around how much time has passed. Like, whenever Harry‘d outgrow another one of his shirts or say something so complex that it takes her a moment to adjust to the idea of him growing up. Then, time seems to fly by and dissolve between her fingers as she tries to hold onto the good moments…the moments spent with Harry and the boys.

But there are moments where time seems to drag on. Cruel in its unrelenting ability to somehow make a day seem like a week when only yesterday, a week had seemed like a day.

It’s the moments where she’d sit at the kitchen table to look, for the millionth time, at the photographs of their family before that night on Halloween — when they were so young and happy…and alive.

She’d lie awake in their bed after, praying for it to be morning so she wouldn’t have to stay there, where it is so obvious that this bed is too big for one person alone.

„Happy Birthday, Daddy…“

Harry‘s quiet whisper reaches her ears, finally getting her out of her head as she tears her eyes away from his gravestone to look at their son.

„…We’re doing good, Mum, Padfoot, uncle Remus and I…he says you’re in a happy place now. I hope he’s right…but, I still wish I could hug you today.“

Oh god, James…how badly I wish you were here with us.

Lily can’t help her tears now, as they trickle relentlessly down her cheeks. She reaches out to take Harry‘s little hand tightly into hers, squeezing it as she tries to manage a smile in hopes to comfort him.

(Her smile is strained and too tight and Harry doesn’t fall for it anymore, but he spares her his own, most convincing smile regardless, because he can tell his Mum needs that today)

„Oh, Harry, love…“ Lily whispers shakily, as she crouches down next to him. „I’m sure your Dad would’ve wanted that too.“

#anon ask #asks open #hp #james potter #lily potter #baby harry potter #lily lives #but james died #i’m not crying i swear #look at the link above #amazing art

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that special smile (April 19th prompt; Fly) @jilymicrofics

Harry‘s just come back inside after the most amazing quidditch match against his Dad.

They‘d woken up extra early today, so they could watch the sunrise from up in the air — it was absolutely freezing, but he didn’t mind.

Scarcely anything’s better than flying on an early summer morning, when the air smells like freshly cut grass.

After quickly running to his room to change, on his Mum’s insistence, he is now sitting at the kitchen table, gladly drinking the hot chocolate she’s just made him, whilst he watches her brew Remus’s wolfsbane potion.

Normally, she’d be doing that in her potion lab down in the basement, but that’s kind of out of service at the moment…after one of his Dad‘s horribly failed experiments.

(„Are you sure we can use that instead of dittany?“ — „Sure, don’t worry, Harry. I know what I’m doing.“)

Turned out, his Dad had not known what he was doing, resulting in the lab to literally blow up, all kinds of neatly stocked potion vials exploding, until the entire basement was one big mess.

His Mum had been so shocked upon finding them, both completely covered in all kinds of potion bits, that she’d started cracking up despite herself.

So yeah, she’s going to be brewing her potions in the kitchen until his Dad fixes up the basement — which, according to him, had been overdue for a proper renovation anyways (sure, Dad).

„Could you bind back my hair?“ his Mum asks his Dad, who’s standing behind her, a sort of hazed look in his eyes as he watches her.

„Course, love.“ his Dad replies, and just like always, he takes the hairband, just a simple, dark green one (his Mum‘s favourite colour), from around his wrist to gently tie his Mum‘s hair up into a ponytail.

Harry watches them with a small smile on his lips — ever since he can remember, his Dad has had a hairband wrapped around his wrist, always one, in case his Mum‘d need him to bind back her hair whilst she’s busy brewing or cooking.

It’s something so small, yet his Mum smiles every time — that one, special smile she’s reserved just for his Dad.

Harry hopes that, someday, he‘d get to do this too, to make somebody smile like his Mum‘s smiling at his Dad.

#jily microfic #jily lives #lily potter #james potter #harry potter #quidditch #james and lily being obviously in love #their garden is definitely magically enlarged

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Jilypad love and friendship

#yes #this is the best thing ever

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bugs don’t bite, they gossip (April 17th prompt; Plot) @jilymicrofics

James swirls the tea in his cup — the one Harry’d gifted him back in nursery school that says World’s Best Dad written in a five-year-old’s wobbly handwriting — and takes a long sip, sighing a little as the warmth spreads through him, before he picks up the daily prophet, curious to see what sort of nonsense he’d find on today‘s front page…

His mood plummets instantly.

There, taking up nearly half the page, is a picture of four kids, all of them smiling rather nervously at the camera, though James only has eyes for the, by far, youngest looking of the four — his son.

The Triwizard champions it reads above the picture.

Harry and his three co-champions are all listed below, each of them described in a rather detailed article written by…oh, by Merlins beard…that horrible gossip lover, Rita Skeeter.

James‘s expression only hardens further as he starts reading.

Harry Potter, age twelve—

Twelve?

—will officially participate in the Triwizard Tournament as the fourth and final champion, representing Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry alongside Cedric Diggory.

There is little doubt that, at the meager age of twelve, he most certainly lacks the skills required for such a dangerous Tournament.

Let us hope he is as lucky this time, as he was all those years ago, on that fateful night in Godric’s Hollow.

James stares at those words for a long moment, barely believing Skeeter‘s nerve to mention that night.

Though, the question that remains, as we all wonder; Might Harry Potter have felt the need to ensure his lasting fame by plotting such a rebellious stunt as to put his name into the Goblet of Fire? Or was he pressured to, perhaps not least by his own Father? — famously known Auror, James Potter, 34, who is well known to have been—

Alright, that’s it.

Not able to read anymore of this bloody nonsense, he throws the paper aside, gritting his teeth.

How dare that woman—

„Are you alright?“

He startles slightly at Lily’s sudden question, looking up at her as she enters the kitchen.

„Not really. Have you read Skeeter‘s article about Harry?“ he asks tightly, handing her the prophet. „I swear, next time I see her—“

„James,“ Lily shakes her head, prying her gaze away from Harry’s picture to look into his eyes. „Don’t listen to her. You know she‘ll write anything to sell a good story…“ she sighs, walking up to him to sit down onto his lap. „You’re a good Dad.“

Am I?

His chest tightens guiltily at her compliment. „I’m not sure a good Dad‘d let his kid get into this much trouble,“ he says quietly, instinctively wrapping his arms around her waist. „A good Dad‘d protect his son.“

„You do, James.“ Lily replies gently. „It’ll be okay, alright? We’ll help him. I don’t care what the rules say. We’ll protect him, together.“

James can hear that she’s not only trying to convince him, but herself as well. Although, they’re both painfully aware that, the older Harry gets, the more difficult it becomes for them to protect him.

But she’s right. They‘ll damn well try.

#jily microfic #jily lives #james potter #lily potter #harry potter #triwizard tournament #rita skeeter #she‘s bugging me #sorry bad joke

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All my love (April 15th prompt; Party) @jilymicrofics

I wanted to do something different today, so I tried for a letter written by Lily to Petunia sometime in August 1980…

Dear Tuney,

I‘ve been sitting here all afternoon, trying to think of how to start this letter. It’s ridiculous, considering how we used to talk endlessly, back when we were kids.

Remember our brilliant tea party the summer before I started at Hogwa boarding school? We‘d brought out our entire collection of teddies into the backyard — I recall Mum laughed so hard when she saw us there, she spilled our lemonade all over her roses!

I really miss that time lately, and I miss you. I wish we could go back to being the sisters we were then, before our differences suddenly seemed more important than our similarities.

Anyways, I hope you’re doing well? You haven’t at all responded to my last few letters, which clearly tells me that you don’t care for keeping in contact, but I just really wanted to tell you about your new nephew!

I‘ve given birth just last week, July 31st, to our little boy, Harry James Potter. It seems like a really important name somehow, all written down and official, but he’s just so tiny. I’m sure you know well enough what I mean, having a little boy yourself. I always knew babies would be small, but it’s overwhelming how little and innocent they truly are, isn’t it?

James and I haven’t stopped smiling since. Sure, it’s exhausting! But I‘ve never been happier. Harry gave me back the joy that I think I lost during the last few years, with everything that’s been going on. He truly is the bright spot lighting up our lives.

I hope you feel the same sense of joy with your little boy. I really hope you‘re happy, Tuney. No matter what, you‘ll always be my sister.

All my love,

Lily

#jily microfic #lily evans #lily potter #letters #petunia dursley #evans sisters #james potter #baby harry potter #hp #the marauders era

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a boggart in the attic (April 14th; Ridiculous) @jilymicrofics

„Mum?“ James asks, somewhat nervously, as he walks up to his Mother in the sitting room. „Where d’you keep the old photographs, you know, of when I was a kid?“

Euphemia Potter smiles knowingly, placing her book aside to grant her son her full attention. „She finally got you to agree to show them to her then?“ she teases, all too delighted by James‘ girlfriend, whom he’s been talking about constantly since last summer.

James scratches the back of his neck, blushing ever so slightly. „I promised to send one with my next letter…“

„I see,“ Euphemia replies, trying her best not to chuckle at his love struck expression. „They’re up in the attic, I think. Oh, but be careful, dear, if I remember correctly, there’s still a boggart hiding up there somewhere.“

At that, James’ expression unexpectedly brightens. „A boggart?“ he asks, already taking his wand from his jeans pocket.

Euphemia raises a brow at the, in her opinion, rather misplaced excitement. „You’re happy there’s a boggart in the attic?“ she asks doubtfully.

„Yeah, it’s great practice!“ James hollers back, already half way up the stairs.

He rummages through the many, many shelves and boxes for a while, before finally, he notices how his Dad‘s old wooden desk, cramped into a corner, suddenly rattles. „Ah…there you are!“

He raises his wand right at the desk, saying clearly: „Alohomora.“

The box opens at once, a barely visible shadow escaping from its confides.

James readies his wand once again, preparing himself to face Voldemort and turn him into a clown, or maybe rather an old granddad? — but then, for the first time since fifth year, when his biggest fear had changed from snakes to Voldemort (not that much of a change, in his opinion) it isn’t Voldemort‘s pale face or red eyes that he sees…

„No…no, no…“ he whispers frantically, his wand cluttering to the floor as he stares at the body lying there in front of him. „Lily!“ he dives down, kneeling to take her into his arms, her bright green eyes dull and empty. „Lily! No! Lily…wake up, come on…wake up!“ he‘s crying, his entire world shrinking down to the feeling of her, cold and motionless in his arms.

He feels like he’s suffocating. „Lil, please…please…“

He doesn’t hear the footsteps that thump up the stairs, nor does he feel the hands that try to pull him away— away from Lily. He’ll never let go of her. „No! Don’t touch me! Don’t—“

„James! It’s just a boggart!“ he can hear his Mother‘s voice, albeit faintly, like she’s miles away…but he remembers. The boggart.

Though, before he can even look around for his wand, his Mother stands before him protectively, raising her own wand to the changing image which settles, just for a split second, to one of himself — lying there where Lily‘d been.

„Ridikulus!“

#harry potter #writing #jily microfic #jily #euphemia potter #james potter #boggart #the marauders era #james‘ biggest fear changed again when he was seventeen #ridiculous

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#art #nature #stunning

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Hey again! Thanks for doing that AU where Harry wakes from the coma. If up for a follow up/continuation , here’s a angsty prompt(with Harry still recalling bad memories from it):

It was just a bad dream?, part 2:

*two weeks later*

“Harry honey, it’s 3 am. Shouldn’t you get some sleep?”

“A and wake up again somewhere under the stairs or somewhere else?? Or maybe never wake up. I don’t want to lose what I have regained.. again. It’s too painful”

Hi again! Uh, alright — you know what I have actually had my fun writing that first prompt last time so…of course I had to do this :)

I altered the sentences slightly once again, just they’d fit in nicely.

I hope you’ll like it! Here goes part II; two weeks later…

Am I only dreaming?

„Let me out! Please!“ he pleads, pressing all his weight desperately against the small door in the foolish hope it‘d open if only he tried hard enough. „I’ll be good, I promise!“

His eyes sting, but after crying for what felt like hours, his tears seemed to have finally dried up — if only because there’s not enough water left in his body.

He has been stuck in here for at least an entire day now.

„Silent boy!“ comes his uncle‘s harsh voice, before Harry flinches back when a fist collides loudly with the door. „Next time, you might have a think before doing your freakish tricks at school.“

Harry can just barely see his uncle‘s pouchy face through the tiny gaps in the door — they’ve been installed, rather reluctantly, to let at least some fresh air sicker into the stuffy cupboard.

„I didn’t do anything.“ he replies genuinely. „I don’t know how I ended up on the roof. I swear!“

Vernon simply glowers back at him. „A lying little freak, you are. You’ll stay in there until you admit it. You hear me?“

Harry shakes his head, his throat dry from thirst and his tummy aching with hunger as he watches his uncle walk away. „No, please! Uncle Vernon! Let me out! Please, let me—“

„—out!“ Harry gasps, his eyes snapping open at once, to be met with a blurry darkness.

He blinks rapidly to adjust his vision, quickly reaching out, on instinct, to grab his glasses — and that’s when he suddenly realizes where he is. In his bed…in his bedroom.

His own, real bedroom.

It was just a dream…again.

He sits up against the headboard, breathing slowly in order to try and calm himself, though his mind is still racing with the fading pictures of that dream.

Why do I keep on dreaming this stuff?

He startles slightly when, only a moment later, his bedroom door creaks open to reveal his Mother standing in its frame, still wearing the same clothes as earlier — that means she must’ve still been awake, probably grading papers.

„Harry…“ she sighs as she enters, navigating her steps through his messy room to sit down on the edge of his bed. „Honey, it’s 3 am…shouldn’t you be asleep?“

Harry’s stomach twists anxiously at the mere thought of going back to sleep right now. „And wake up again, locked up in a cupboard?“ he whispers hoarsely. „Or maybe to never wake up at all…I don’t want to lose what I have here…again.“ he shakes his head, not meeting her eyes. „It’s just…painful.“

I probably sound stupid.

His Mother doesn’t say anything for a moment, though she reaches a tentative hand out to touch his shin.

„Harry…I’m so sorry,“ she mutters at last, before he feels the mattress shift as she scoots up to sit against the headboard next to him. „I really wish I could make those dreams go away…“

Harry knows she does. Both his parents. They’ve been sitting with him almost every night the first week after he‘d awoken from the coma…assuring him that this world is reality, and the other one‘s not…

He knows that, of course — but sometimes, right after awaking from one of those dreams, where it all just feels so real…he‘d forget it actually isn’t, just for a moment.

„Yeah, I know, Mum.“ he replies quietly, letting her wrap an arm around his shoulders…feeling how the warmth of her hug gradually eases his residual trepidation.

They sit in silence for a while, until Harry‘s sleep deprived mind finally wins, his heavy eyelids fluttering closed. „Mum?“ he mumbles, fighting sleep with his last resources.

„Shh…it’s alright, Harry,“ she whispers gently. „Close your eyes, I’ll stay with you.“

She will, he knows. And somehow, with her or his Dad there, his dreams suddenly aren’t about cupboards or evil maniac wizards anymore…but instead, they’d be about a grand castle…about his friends all being there, together…about flying on broomsticks…

Then, his dreams become truly magical.

#anon ask #part 2 #harry potter #lily potter #james potter #jily #dream au #muggle au #ask open #hp #jily lives #harry‘s weird dreams pt II

[lolathestoryteller]

But like, why does looking for a decent job have to be so difficult sometimes?

Currently trying to get over the fact that, a week ago, I got hired at a cafe (which I always wanted to try) to start in May — but now they just texted me to say that, regrettably, they can’t afford it after all…so, it’s back to square one.

It’d be alright, I suppose, just that I actually really loved that place.

#jobseekers #job hunting #cafe #finding a job #work is hard #adulting #or trying to #personal rant #kinda over it #but i can’t because I gotta pay rent