#potter update

[potterhq]

                CHAOS AT HOGWARTS QUIDDITCH PITCH

Erica Loudergreen, Sr. Correspondent for the Daily Prophet

HOGSMEADE VILLAGE, SCOTLAND - It was a devastating sight at the Ministry of Magic’s party leaders’ debate yesterday evening when the voice of notorious Dark witch Bellatrix Lestrange rang through Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch declaring anti-Muggleborn sentiments. The scene was evocative of public attacks made during the Great Wizarding War, with the crowd composed of the greater wixen public as well as Hogwarts school children racing for every available exit as hexes rained down from indeterminate locations. Official Ministry security and volunteers were able to evacuate the scene and halt all spellfire in approximately 32 minutes, but the damage was already done: 

“It was MADNESS,” said Elspeth Weekes, 57. She, her wife, and their three children were separated during the chaos; all have been reunited, uninjured, as of the writing of this article. “Like something out of a nightmare. I looked around and suddenly I was alone. What was that horrible woman thinking, attacking a place with so many children?”

The Auror Department released a statement to the press following the attack: Bellatrix Lestrange was confirmed as being present at the debate while the attack took place; she is believed to have at least five other accomplices and all are currently at-large, whereabouts unknown. There are zero reported deaths, though fifteen wix are currently hospitalized in St. Mungos for injuries. While the majority are expected to recover quickly, three people remain in critical condition for damage related to the Cruciatus curse, the very malediction that Lestrange was charged for casting on Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom in 1980. 

When pressed for further comment, Interim Head Auror Zacharias Smith told the Daily Prophet: “This crime is still under investigation, honestly, you people know that I cannot divulge details of--” CONT. ON PAGE 5, COLUMN 3.

“...it is remarkable, really, that this woman has managed to live off of the energy generated by her festering obsession with a dead snake-man and her own, bloated ego for this long. While we may share ancestry, Bellatrix Lestrange is no more my great-aunt than I am a three-tonne purple elephant with sparkling wings. Some may wonder how I am able to treat her violent acts with such flippancy, but the matter is this: blood purity as a concept is erroneous, pathetic, and ridiculous. It is by mocking Bellatrix Lestrange that I hope not to stop her reign of terror, a task I will leave to those much more adept at defensive magics than me. Rather, I want to illuminate these truths - that this woman is ludicrous, her “cause’ is ludicrous - and no good or sane person on this Earth should ever want to be like her…” 

--excerpt from “I’m Writing This From My Hospital Bed In St. Mungo’s Because I Am Actually That Furious” for Teen Witch Weekly, by Scorpius Malfoy

From the Office of Magic and Might Party Leader, Selene R. Blishwick

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE 

I am deeply saddened to see political theatrics dominate the headlines following last night’s debate, rather than the pressing issues facing our British magical population today. My thoughts and spiritual focus is with the victims currently recuperating at St. Mungo’s, and I wish them peace and healing after this preventable attack. 

The so-called “Order of the Phoenix” has claimed responsibility for the tribute to the late Minister Shacklebolt and Auror Harry Potter, and I have little doubt in my mind that they also orchestrated the ambush in order to “prove” that their vigilante antics are needed. I assure you, they are not. Under my leadership, I vow to transform the Ministry of Magic from a reactive, weak force to the absolute security that is needed to protect our most valuable - and vulnerable - magical peoples, especially our children. 

Thank you all for participating in our opening event! The timestamp is now OCTOBER 1ST THROUGH OCTOBER 30TH, 2029. You are welcome to continue + wrap up threads from the Ministry Debate, but please do not post any new starters for that event. 

The above article excerpts + press release are our creative way of wrapping things up. Hopefully, this will give you all some inspiration and your characters something to react to in-game! See you on the dash!

#potter update #hp rp #harry potter roleplay #hp rpg #hp next gen rp #appless rp

[plumadesatada]

just remembered a fic on AO3 (or more likely LJ because it had that distinct late 00's experimental vibe) that appeared double-spaced oddly, in that some paragraphs would be spaced normally and others would have double or even triple spaces in between. it was about one half of the otp getting over the other's death (or coma, can't remember which), so all the comments were about how poignant the use of visual spacing was as a means to convey all the emotional holes in the character's life.

and then the author replied like... *giggle* guys it's NOT double spaced. try selecting the whole text

and we were all like "no WAY"

but we selected the text, and yes!!!

the "holes" in the story? they were actually lines and actions from the dead/coma character's ghost, rendered invisible to the eye by the simple trick of coloring the text the exact same as the background, revealed by nothing more than a click and a drag of the mouse

a story about the profound loneliness of losing your the partner of your life and having to make do without them, without anything to fill the holes they'd left behind, suddenly became a story about the profound helplessness of seeing someone you love suffer from your absence while you are right there, unable to do anything about it, unable to communicate that you love them enough to suffer unseen and unheard with them, just to keep them company they'll never know about

it was then that I truly realized how *superior* the digital medium is to plain printed paper, how the medium and the format can add to a story.

I think about that fic about once a year. I wish I could find it again

EDIT: FOUND IT!!!! UPDATE HERE

#probable fandoms for it (that I was in at that time): naruto Hikaru no go deathnote maybe? #definitely not Harry Potter or BBC merlin. I can't recall what else I was into back in 2008-2009 #God I miss those Fandom days. everyone was doing such NEAT things both coding and writing wise #fanfic #pretty sure it was LJ #UPDATE: IT WAS LJ AND THE FIC IS BBC SHERLOCK 🤮 #but still worth reading

[caspervi]

Bodyguard James ☀️

#jegulus #regulus black #james potter #I tried to post this like 4 times alr pls work #update it worked

[tragically-but-finnally-yours]

james, remus, peter, regulus + sirius playing never have i ever:

peter: *grins* never have i ever kissed both black brothers

james: *bangs his head on the table*

james: *takes his shot*

sirius: WHAT

remus: *giggling* never have i ever, kissed three people in this room

james: *scrubbing his hands down his face*

james: *fully sends his shot*

sirius: W H A T

regulus: *already pouring james another shot* never have i ever been someone’s first kiss in this room

james and remus: *side eye each other*

james and remus: *both take a shot*

sirius: WHAT THE FUCK

#james potter #regulus black #peter pettigrew #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #starchaser #jegulus #never have i ever #incorrect marauders era #marauders #i’m so tired #my brain won’t let me sleep #i’m so excited for the art heist baby update

[solis-angelus]

Sirius Black— post Azkaban. circa 1993

insp.

#work in progress #art #sirius black #art wip #current wip #wip #unfinished #wip art #Ash draws? Sure why not #artists on tumblr #(im not an artist) #noticed a major shadow missing in the last posted sketch pic so here's a slightly updated version :P #sirius black art #hp #hp fanart #hp poa #prisoner of azkaban #harry potter #harry potter fanart

[chrasilla]

you know it's a good fic when you wish there were fanfics for that fanfic and that there were movie/show adaptations of it 😔

#I’m still not over running on air 😭 #also I am praying every day for the moon howls to update #fanfiction #ao3 #drarry #malec #wolfstar #angst #solangelo #harry potter #shadowhunter chronicles #kit x ty #kitty #destiel #percy jackson #grishaverse #six of crows #shadow and bone #chrasillasss

[lilbeanz]

Angst ahoy ✨️

#jodt #journal of dreadful things #golden snidget #an update! #drarry fic #lilbeanz #lilbeanzdrawings #hp #harry potter

[happyhauntt]

famous last words — james potter

writing masterlist | askbox

─── summary: you and james are sworn enemies. you quite like it that way.

─── pairing: james potter x quidditch player!reader.

─── warnings: fluff, banter, swearing. if you're a reader of my cedric series oh, captain! then you might find this familiar, it's a reworked version of chapter three. this was so much fun honestly i love sassy stuff like this.

─── word count: 2.1k.

     BY THE TIME THE TRAIN WHISTLES ITS ARRIVAL AT HOGSMEADE STATION, all you really want to do is go to bed. The golden glow of warmth has suffused your bones completely, lulling you into a delightfully sleepy state. You're curled up against the window when your friend Beth jostles you awake and practically carries you off the train, where you are utterly unsurprised to learn that the weather is terrible.

     The downpour does a spectacular job at waking you up. Droplets of freezing rain slip past the collar of your shirt and down your spine before you manage to pull your cardigan up over your head. A disgruntled scowl tugs at your lips as you race ahead of Beth to get a space on one of the carriages. Once you are safely situated in the dry, you look out into the rain, expecting to see Beth scarpering up the platform right behind you. Instead, she's sauntering towards the carriage, a wide smirk on her face, happy and dry beneath one of the big black umbrellas Hagrid is handing out on the platform.

     You frown, folding your arms over your chest, feeling distinctly soggy. Beth climbs into the carriage, giggling as she sits down beside you. You merely stick your tongue out at her.

     "Hey," Beth says, folding the umbrella back up before raising her hands in defence, accidentally splashing you both with rainwater, "you're the one who ran away. Don't blame me for being more observant."

     "I reject that," you reply indignantly. Beth offers up a hair tie from her wrist and you take it, still scowling, to tie your damp hair into a messy ponytail. "I am absolutely observant. Just not... all the time." Which basically means where sports isn't involved. Teachers have noted in their reports that you're easily distracted in class, with a mind that tends to wander rather than focus on the task at hand. Your mother used to call it butterfly brain. Thoughts light as air, settling down on one flower for a few moments until a prettier, more interesting flower comes into view. She didn't mean to make you feel bad about that, but it doesn't help when all your teachers are saying the same thing.

     The prettier flower is usually Quidditch. With a muggle upbringing, you hadn't been exposed to the brilliance of magic until a mysterious letter appeared on your eleventh birthday (delivered, you recall, stern-faced woman in peculiar emerald robes. If you'd known then that Professor McGonagall's first impression of you would be a wide-eyed child whose front tooth had just been knocked loose by a rogue cricket bat, well, you probably would've died of embarrassment. Now she's your Head of House. And most unfortunately, that's not the only time she's seen you missing a few teeth.) When you got to Hogwarts and saw students playing Quidditch for the first time, whizzing like arrows through the air on actual broomsticks— You'd been in love with the sport ever since.

     Almost every corner of your brain is taken up by Quidditch. A hundred different game plans and plays running on repeat. So Beth is totally wrong; you are very observant., and you are never more observant than when your eye is on the prize.

     This time, though, the prize was shelter. Skittering off through the downpour to get to the carriage without properly checking your surroundings wasn't the smartest route, but it worked. Sort of.

     Your pride hurts a little bit.

     Beth's just about done laughing at you when a knock on the carriage exterior catches your attention. A familiar face appears at the door. "Is there any room in here?" James Potter's smile is crooked, and his dark hair is damp and floppy from the rain, water dripping from the strands into his face. Bright eyes dart back forth between you and Beth, and suddenly you remember that only almost every corner of your brain is occupied by Quidditch.

     There's a stubborn little spot right in the middle, little more than a speck, really — but it's filled with nothing else but James fucking Potter.

     "There was a mass exodus from the train as soon as it arrived," he continues as his glasses start to fog up, "and the only other carriage left is full of second-years."

     Oh, you feel that one in your soul. Second-years are okay, sometimes, but usually they're excitable, too ready for the start of another year at magic school, and thus only bearable in small doses. By third year, the excitement is all about getting to choose which classes you take, and you understand this to a degree (you chose Divination, which sounded cool at the time but was an absolute fucking mistake, because you might enjoy the spooky muggle stuff but predicting the deaths of all your friends is not fucking fun, no matter how good your end-of-year grade was for it ) but the novelty quickly wears off.

     You suppose that's why James has chosen to risk his life by sitting in a confined space with you, instead. The three of you are well-seasoned veterans of Hogwarts and its bullshit by this point and, as a result, are appropriate company.

     The fact that both of you are his teammates is probably a nice bonus, too.

     You, however, offer a merciless smirk. James Potter is, without doubt, your worst enemy, and it fills you up with glee to inconvenience him at any opportunity. "You snooze, you lose, Potter. Off to the second-years you go!" You even make a shooing motion, just for good measure.

     Beth smacks your arm and rolls her eyes, offering James a pleasant smile. "There's loads of room, ignore them," she says, and while you're busy dramatically rubbing your arm and muttering expletives, James takes a seat on the bench opposite you. Rain hammers against the roof, somehow louder than it was a moment ago, and a self-satisfied grin creeps onto his face as the carriage begins its journey to the castle.

     "Where are the rest of the merry morons, then?" You ask, quirking a brow at him. You're pretty sure you can count on one hand the number of times you've seen James without at least one of his comrades in mischief. Frankly, it's rarer than spotting a unicorn in the wild. You wonder if you should take a picture to commemorate the occasion.

     He looks sheepish as he pulls his glasses off to wipe away the condensation. "Lost a bet."

     He doesn't elaborate, and you don't care enough to ask him to. You've been at school with them long enough to know that, honestly, it's probably best not to know.

     Beth reaches out and plucks a stray leaf from your hair. She waves it in your face, tickling your nose gently before letting it flutter to the ground. You slip your hand into hers, linking your fingers together. Beth is soft and sweet when she wants to be, and you're certain there's not a soul in the world who knows you this well. She has wormed her way into your heart, and you'd have to carve it out of your chest to be rid of her now.

     "Does anyone know who our captain is yet?" You ask aloud, after a few seconds of silence have passed. You're tired enough to curl up on the floor of the carriage and fall asleep right then and there, lulled by its gentle rocking and pitter-patter of the rain, but you should probably be conversational. There's very little worse than awkward silence, especially with James sitting there, staring at you with that dopey half-smirk on his face.

     You want to smack him. You want him to think you're extraordinary. You're not quite sure how to cope with such emotional extremes, but there they are, coexisting at the front of your mind. They war with each other, an itch you can't scratch because if you, you'll keep going until there's blood.

     His, preferably.

     It's not even that you hate James. Not really. You used to, only a year or so ago, because he made it so easy. With his smug little smile and the skip in his step, with his quips and jokes and way his hair curls over his brow, you'd fucking despised him. He'd set himself up as your rival back in second year, when you made the Gryffindor team at the same time. With the blurred stretch of years between then and now, you can't remember quite how it began, or what he did precisely that sparked this eternal grudge, but what followed is years of goading one another, pushing and pushing and pushing to outdo one another.

     The rivalry has made you so much better than you ever could have dreamed. Quidditch is your life and honestly, without James Potter, you're not sure where you'd be with it. Still good, perhaps. But maybe not very nearly the best.

     (You'll die before you tell him that, though. Or he will. You're not that picky and he does seem to have a death wish.)

     The carriage jolts as one of the wheels dips into a pothole. The thought of skipping the feast entirely sneaking past Professor McGonagall to go straight to your dorm is a tempting prospect. You know Beth won't let you do it, because if she has to sit through Dumbledore's speech then she'll drag you down with her, but it might be worth a shot.

     The silence persists for a few more seconds, growing steadily more awkward. When no one responds to your question, you press on. "We should've heard by now, right? Team captains get picked in the summer, and we need a new one because Hilary graduated last year." Do you sound a little bit agitated by your teammates' lack of urgency? Yes. Just a touch. But the look on Beth's face is fucking suspicious, and James... Well. He looks like he'd rather die.

     You narrow your eyes. "What are you not telling me? Spit it out, the pair of you."

     James coughs once, raising a hand to cover his mouth as he does so. For once the typical arrogance is gone, washed away with the rain. He looks dreadfully uncomfortable, turning bright red as he bashfully says, "Well. Uh. I am, I suppose. The new captain, that is." He has the good sense to look frightened.

     You hope, suddenly, that his cough means he caught pneumonia or something. Nothing fatal, obviously, but just enough to put him out of commission for a little while. You don't really mean it (you're not quite as horrible as some people would like to think) because James is one of the best on the team. Sometimes, you'll begrudgingly admit that he's even the best on the team   ━   but only if you get to be second best, obviously.

     Which is why you're a little shocked, of course, but not surprised. Not surprised at all, because he is good. Even as you sit there, pondering the many ways you could kill him and make it look like an accident, you know he's good. Too fucking good.

     Which is why you say, "Tell me you're kidding."

     James furrows his brows. "I'm not kidding?"

     You can feel Beth's shoulders shaking beside you, trying desperately to smother her amused cackles. James' expression softens a little as he realises this is a joke, sort of, and he begins to grin.

     "No, really," you say, this time the hint of a smile forming on your own lips, "tell me you're kidding. I'm begrudgingly proud and all that, because it had to be one of us," you wave your free hand at him, you'll have the captaincy one day, "but also, like, tell me it's a joke."

     "Why?"

     "Because I'm genuinely considering pushing you out of this carriage."

     James shrugs his shoulders, as if to say 'yeah, that's fair.' He gets it, he really does. You love that someone gets it. "It's not a joke, I'm afraid. Better luck next time, though!" He says it in a jolly tone of voice, and oh, you hate him.

     That's the thing with the two of you. You're sworn enemies, right, but you make each other better. He tries harder because you light a fire under his arse and bloody hell, you're itching for a chance to burn him, and vice versa.

      So you smirk, now. Square your shoulders. You've baited him into a competition, and you are absolutely ready to deliver. "Famous last words, Potter. Famous last words."

#the marauders #marauders era fic #james potter x reader #marauders era fanfiction #james potter #james potter fanfiction #marauders imagine #james potter imagine #* chapter update.

[tomriddleswearjar]

wanted to try a slightly different style than usual, I've been watching some 80s anime recently and I always love the colors and fluffy hair :o so heres a younger Harry since I'm reading Chamber of Secrets rn ✌️

#harry potter #harry potter fanart #hp fanart #my art #i leave the face of the earth for months and then come back when im at my rock bottom #aka rereading all of harry potter and working on fics i havent updated in years 💀 #i hope yall are doing good and living ur best lives 😩👌💖

[potterhq]

[mobile] hey friends! apologies to anyone who is waiting on an application to be accepted or a wanted connection to be posted; we admins are taking the time to take care of ourselves + prioritize rest this week. we hope to get to all of our tasks on the main by friday! thank you. <3 

#potter update

[littleliterarylesbian]

Dear James - 3

| part 1 part 2

(cw for: accidental misgendering, prob the last part that will include this)

Hatred fills every part of him for almost no reason most times. He looks at James, his best friend in the whole world, and sees the last person who saw his sister alive. The person who she reached out to before she died and he didn't respond. And Sirius hates that. Hates him.

Sirius looks at Moony, the love of his life, and can't help the rage that bubbles up in him and he has no idea why. Maybe it's because Sirius doesn't understand how someone can love him after everything he's done, the words he's said, maybe it's because Remus was simply just a friend of hers once upon a time ago.

Sirius just hates Peter in general. How dare that man breathe in this universe after what he's done, after the friends he's killed. Sirius and Peter used to be close, but now every time Sirius sees him, in the newspaper, in old pictures of them, he wants to claw Peter's eyes out before shoving them so far up his arse they reach his intestines.

Sirius doesn't say anything though, he keeps it bottled up, it's better this way. He only unscrews the cap slightly with Remus, during sex mainly, when he can claw and scratch and bite without worry.

He doesn't tell anyone of the dreams, the dreams of a little boy with his sisters eyes and sharp angles and James' hair and smile, a boy that grows up happy and loved.

Sirius still remembers how the face became prominent in his dreams.

Sirius and Remus got into a row again, Sirius stomping out of the flat with harsh words and a 'don't wait up.'

He huffed down the street and does what he does every time he storms out. He stops at the local park. Sitting on a bench and watching children play, like he does so often; too often.

Sirius had always wished that he could be here with another purpose for once, maybe if his sister were still alive he would be here as an uncle, watching a little sprong run around with a big smile and a loud laugh.

He was lost in his day dreams when a body slammed into his leg.

Sirius blinked in shock when small arms wound around him and a small voice, one that clearly has a smile, spoke and Sirius was rendered speechless as he looked down. Dark skin and messy brown hair.

"Papa!" The little voice was French, or at least had a slight accent and Sirius' heart squeezed, "You're back early! How did you-" The little body looked up finally and froze.

Sirius' breath left him. Those eyes were so similar, eyes that Sirius had always hoped to see again.

The boy stepped away with a small frown, one that looked so cute with the baby fat on his face, round cheeks that made Sirius just want the small boy to continue hugging his legs because he wanted to bottle up those eyes, those familiar features, forever.

"You're not Papa." When the boy furrowed his eyebrows in an act that so reminiscent of the dead he once cared for so much he felt like screaming.

He tried to keep it together.

"Who is your Papa?" Sirius asked, and he pretended that his voice didn't crack. The boy didn't notice, or if he did he didn't say anything.

Instead, the boy squinted at him, tilting his head like a dog, like James, "I dunno if I should tell you." the boy said, "Papa isn't very pop-u-lar."

Sirius still couldn't stop looking. Looking at the grey eyes that seemed a bit too big for his face, and the baby fat covering what seemed to be pointed features, and messy hair in a familiar dark brown, and dark skin that seemed to be only slightly lighter then James'. Though it was a cloudy day, so what did Sirius know. It could all just be his mind, playing dirty tricks on him like it always does.

But Sirius still forced a smile, he thinks he was too shocked- haunted maybe- to cry.

"That's alright." Sirius shrugged, "I'm not too popular either."

The boy shook his head, "I dunno. Papa doesn't want strangers to know."

Sirius felt like his skin was crawling. An itch he couldn't escape, because now he has to know.

"How about I tell you my name, then you tell me yours. Then we won't be strangers."

The boy thought about it, but clearly didn't see a problem with Sirius' logic when he puffed up his cheeks and nodded.

"My name is Harry"

Sirius smiled, it was wobbly and his face felt heavy, but now he had a name to attach to the boy's face, a face that he knew he will use in daydreams and sleepless nights.

Sirius is aware of how weird that sounds.

"My name is Sirius."

He watched as the boy's toothy smile turned into a frown, Sirius watched as the boy looked him over before Harry's eyes widened and he took a step back.

Sirius watched as the boy looked to the sidewalk, almost in fear, and Sirius doesn't know what he did wrong.

Harry looked back, "Oh, um, I-" His eyes flicked back to the sidewalk and he cut himself off, eyes widening further and Sirius couldn't look away when the smile bloomed on Harry's face again. The boy started to run away, vaguely shouting back an apology. Sirius was sure he was already forgotten in the boy's mind.

Sirius watched him go. He watched as the small body slammed into a short man, he watched as the man looked down before he leaned down and picked the boy up.

Sirius was too far away to see the man properly, and even if he moved closer all he would see was a vague side profile, but he couldn't help but watch.

Sirius still couldn't be sure as he walked a few steps forward anyway, but the nose looked similar. Like the one he saw every day in the mirror, like the one he saw in memories.

Sirius watched the man walk away with Harry and he felt crushed. Like something was taken from him with no reason for why.

He went home to Remus that day stumbling through the door, alcohol on his breath, and holding back tears.

James looks similar now, as he trips out of the floo, clutching a now wrinkled letter in his hand.

#its been how many months since i updated this au??? #whoopsies my bad #anyway part three :] #marauders era #marauders #harry potter #hp marauders #dead wizards from the 70s #dead gay wizards #harry potter marauders #black brothers #regulus black #sirius black #james potter #jegulus #wolfstar #trans regulus black #dear james au

[1pcii]

chopper could stamp jkr to death with his hooves <3

#sent to me by my beloved non-one piece friends #UPDATE source was found by oomfs (tysm again) so I've added the link in content source #psii.txt #1pc #meme #cw harry potter

[richardsikens-secretlovechild]

james “god i wish he’d stab me🙏🏾‼️” potter gotta be my favourite character of all times

this man just walking around with a knife kink and regulus is just so sure it’s trauma and it’s killing me☠️

crimson rivers jegulus:

regulus: i love daggers but i’m going to do my best to keep them away from james because i think him getting stabbed traumatized him and i love him and never want him to be afraid around me🙁❤️

james: oh you’re putting away the dagger:((?

do you have to??:(((

GET A GRIP SIR😭

#i love crimson rivers updates #there are so many gold moments this chapter but this one’s just so funny to me #crimson rivers #zeppazariel #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #marauders #starchaser #sunseeker #fanfic #crimson rivers spoilers

[dcreekgifs]

every episode of dawson’s creek: ↳ 2x07: “the all nighter” (originally aired november 18, 1998)

#dawson's creek #dawsonscreekedit #teendramaedit #joey potter #jen lindley #pacey witter #andie mcphee #dawson leery #* #s2 #2x07 #dceps* #so... it's been a while since i updated this meme #but my goal in 2024 is to make more gifsets so here we are #and i love this ep

[lilbeanz]

📖🙊✨️

#jodt #an update! #Journal of Dreadful Things #Golden Snidget #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #hp #lilbeanz #lilbeanzdrawings

[charmsandtealeaves]

Now I heard you when you said snippet… but how’s about a whole chapter instead? Read Chapter 6 of Spitting Image now on AO3.

James Potter always knew he wanted to build a family, he just hadn’t found the right person to build it with - yet. Freezing his sperm at Gringotts Sperm Bank was a no-brainer really. He’d have children when he found the right person, and now he had an insurance policy. Then Lily Evans walked into his place of work with her son - the spitting image of him.

#charms library #fic update #fic: spitting image #jily #jple #James potter #lily evans