Runnin
AN: Hi! I know I haven't updated much recently. I've been very busy, for example I had to juggle being in a football final to be scouted for a professional team, revision for my Year 10 mocks and work on my art and music. Hey don't judge bc I'm a male and I write fan fiction. (Sarcasm) *Dies internally*
I've had this idea on my phone since December last year (I swear it's on my notes!) And I don't think it will be a longish story. Wicked Games and Power is Power will be getting updates, multiple all at once before I go on holiday which is August so rip to you fans that need some action.
Go read Thinking in Green Little Boxes for the 18th time like me.
Many controversial points in this fic, I support Liverpool FC so if you are a Everton or United fan (Who willingly supports United? *Laughing Emoji*) Then please DO take into heart somethings said in this chapter.
Enough with my long rambalings on football, soccer for you Americans.
Enjoy the masterpiece that is this trashy fic. (Maybe?)
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Beep!Beep!Beep! 'Would someone should the damn thing up?' I thought. Being happy first thing in the morning was compared to resurrecting old Voldy and giving him a hug in this household. An illegal, immoral, decision which would lead to countless deaths.
"James, wake up. You promised to do the garden today, and you know how your mum gets." I groaned, making sure to add an extra tone which my dear "father" would be sure to pick up on.
"Don't take that tone with me young man, your whole generation have no real value of hard work. Honestly, kids these days!" I replied with "Does it look like I care? In a couple years I'll move out and you and mum will be begging for me to come visit due to all the fame I will be getting!"
My father snorted like a pig, typical behaviour from my uncle Ron. He then cast aguamenti at me which made me sit up in bed faster than a bullet leaving a pistol.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" I started to hear my mum shout at the top of her lungs. I start to wince and grin like a madman, payback was a bitch.
As I get out of my bed, my dark brown hair is swept up and over to my left side. I, and I quote "Look like a very handsome young man" if I do say so myself.
Ping! I sigh as I go over to my bed stand and look at my phone. Nothing fancy, just an old IPhone. I think it's a SE or some other shit, I'll ask my younger brother Albus.
As I look into a mirror I see my Spider-Man pyjamas, red and blue. Oh some girls in my school, especially the hot ones would be laughing their bum of at the thought of me wearing this. Oh well it's not as if they will find out about this.
I quickly get dressed and go downstairs to have my break feast.
As I walk down the stairs I nearly bump into my younger sister Lily, she is currently reading a book in preparation for her first year at Hogwarts. Ah, Hogwarts. Most of the days I spend there are either pranking the living lights out of Slytherin or trying to top my father and grandfather's trouble making skills.
My uncle gave me the idea of sending a toilet seat home, and I have no bloody clue why but I still did it. As I enter the kitchen I see my dad scramble to eat and put on his shoes, it's amusing yet annoying at the same time.
"Good morning, nice sleep J?" I hear my mother Ginny Potter asks. "Yeah, the new mattress is like a cloud I'm telling you." I go up to her and hug her, and then the demon comes in.
"Mum, can Scorpius come over?" Before our mother can reply I but in "Oh look, here comes the idiot with a stupid name." Before Albus could reply with a witty comment my father scolds me.
"Is it my fault you named your son Albus Severus, it sounds like a disease dad. I'm sorry sir, you have been diagnosed with Albus Severitus!" At this point my brother is fuming and I start to laugh at the poor soul.
"Yeah well your name is unoriginal James Sirius!" Albus rebuffs. As I start to laugh he slowly turns a shade purple and before I could aggravate him more my mother puts a bowl of chocolate cereal in front of me.
While I eat my delicious break feast my mother asks when I am going to do the garden. "Look mum, I have to do another shift at the Den today. Probably Saturday"
She looks sad that her garden won't look like a rainforest for a couple days but understands. I mean she does go of t training with the Harpies, her Quidditch team a lot.
That reminds me, the Harpies. One player in particular, Megan Jones, is fine as hell. Her photos on Teen Witch Weekly empower many women to pursue sport in the magical world and inspire myself and many other respectable boys to enter the bathroom every now and then to polish out wands.
I don't think my brother has however, I mean I have seen him staring at the Cannon's every now and then but that might be due to him supporting them. Myself? I prefer the muggle sport Football.
One time I went to visit my Uncle Dudley, he had Football on the telly and I was hooked. Just like that. The game was Liverpool and well the rest was history as I started to support them.
My father understood my interest in Football, as a child he loved Arsenal but gave up it when he joined the Magical world. Such a waste! At least he takes me to a game every now and then when he gets tickets.
"Alright, but Saturday better be the day you do it or else I will personally use you as a footstool after one my training sessions!" Knowing my mother, she probably will.
After eating I put on my shoes at the front door. My mother is a neat freak, we have to take of our shoes at the door and place them on a shoe rack next to it inside.
I decide on putting on simple black Nike Air-Forces. My mother kisses me on the cheek before I enter the floo and say "The Den, Ministry of Magic!"
The first time I went to work I just shouted out the Den and landed in the Milwall stadium, that was a funny story.
The Den is home to the organisation called the K.O.T.P, also known as the Keepers of the Phoenix. Long name if you ask me, S.H.E.I.L.D would have been a much better fit. As I start to laugh I land in the 'Den'.
The room is dark purple, and on the opposite wall there is a picture of the founder of this fine establishment. Albus fucking Dumbledore! Every time I go to my part time job I see his ugly mug, if the stories are any true he set up my old pops to die.
It doesn't matter anyway, he died. Ironically to my brother's middle name. Anyway Dumbledore over here set up the K.O.T.P, which is a group that safeguards the timeline.
You could call us the Guardians of the Space Time continuum. Pretty cool right? Wrong! My father thought it would be better if I had no action and just watched. Thinks it'll set me up for the future.
It's boring from my perspective really, all I do is stand there every day while actual heroes go and save the whole future from changing. I don't understand it myself. Time Travel that is!
You change the past then your present becomes your past because it never happened I'm pretty sure. I would kill to be a detective however. When a fuck-up occurs they go back in time and investigate it. Find the culprit and either put them in our time prison or well you understand the purpose of an AK.
As I enter my mentor's office, I look at his accomplishments. Cutting of a snake's head did wonders for him. Neville Longbottom, according to my dad could have been the Boy-Who-Was-Allergic-To-Death.
"James, I trust you had a nice day yesterday. Today we will be doing more paperwork." I roll my eyes as I inject as much sarcasm into my voice "Really? Oh I can't wait! Yippee for me!"
Neville replies "You are not ready for field work yet. When you have matured then we might discuss it but not now. Now hurry up these papers won't be here by the end of the day or else you will be doing laps around Hogwarts when you get back!"
"I sigh as I sit down next to his desk on a spinney chair I picked out from Ikea. Neville looks at me and places a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, if something comes up, I promise I will bring you along to watch and make notes."
I grin as if Christmas has come home early!
"Hey James, could you go to Teddy's office and give him this sheet of paper please?" I get out of my comfy chair as I walk over to Neville. "Why yes of course Mr Longbottom, it would be my pleasure!"
He rolls his eyes at me as I snort and walk his office. Teddy is my sort-of older brother. His dad and mum made my dad his godfather, and Teddy is seven years older than me.
The bastard also used to fight me every day for no reason, but he is my brother that is in a relationship with my older cousin Victoire. It's borderline incest if you ask me.
Lily thinks it's cute, and Albus thinks he will be a godfather to their children. Me? I couldn't care less. Teddy works as a liaison for Magical creatures, he visits other countries and helps them with some problems.
Vampires? Equality in Romania. Werewolves? Jobs with free healthcare and lenient hours. He is a great person, a little on the weird side however. I once saw him jack off to a video game character on my Playstation. That was awkward.
As I floo to his office, I think I smell some food, Chinese? His office is bright yellow, with little spots of black every now and then. Bloody Hufflepuff's go crazy with decoration.
"Ted, I got a pa-" I see my older adopted brother doing yoga. With yoga pants. I sigh as he starts to scream at me for privacy. "Why are you yelling? You're doing yoga you fucking prick!"
Eventually he cleans up and asks me on why I interrupted his therapy session. "Therapy session my arse Lupin. Neville wanted me to give you this paper. Said it was important I think."
"You think or you know, either pass it." As I give him the paper, he opens it and starts to read it. He grabs his jacket and says to me "Let's go partner!" In a mock western accent.
"Where are we going?" He smirks as he replies to me "To get food. A growing boy like you needs to eat healthy to grow big and strong like me."
"This is your idea of healthy?" The bastard takes me to KFC in the middle of London. I guess he inherited the idiotic genes then, one hundred per cent not the common sense ones.
"I like chicken, you like milkshakes. I made my mind, now boneless banquet or bargain bucket?" I snort as I reply "Bargain bucket, and make sure to get me a Milky Way Krushem!"
A minute later he comes to me and says "There is no more Milky Way Krushem, so I took the liberty of giving you an Oreo Krushem." I stare blankly and then I face palm myself.
"Oh Jesus Christ would the two of you tosser move on! You're making the line longer!" A random lady calls to us from behind. Teddy being the crazy person gives a one finger salute to her before walking away to her screeching like a banshee.
As we sit down I try the Oreo drink. I find the nearest bin and throw it in there where it belongs. "T, it tasted like shit. Specifically Centaur shit if you catch my drift."
In Teddy's last day at Hogwarts, he was dared to eat a pile of Centaur shit. He doesn't like my uncle Charlie anymore. I thought it was funny until he threw up on me.
"You need to be grateful James. I bought it for you, the least you could've done would have been to give it to me. But no you throw in the bin." I throw a soggy chip at his face, which results in a nice connection.
"Your father would have never done that, I think he prefers the guilt trip method." I look at him with a curious glance. Guilt trip?
"When I was younger, Harry used to say my mum and dad wouldn't want me to be a Quidditch star. Eventually I got my job here and well you know the rest."
"Teddy, you work at KFC?" I ask with sarcasm, he rolls his eyes before continuing. "What about you James?"
"Art. I like art, drawing is fun and I'm getting good at it. Dad, well you know how he is. Like you said, he doesn't want me to be happy."
Teddy looks concerned, not at me but what I said. "James, he wants the best life for you. You have to understand that during the war he was a different person."
I nod slowly as I ask "What does the war have to do with this?" He sighs before replying "I was getting there. The war changed a lot of people, or so I have been told. Harry became an alcoholic, until Ginny announced she was pregnant. He changed to a more stable state."
I recoil, I never knew that. Next time dad wants to say art isn't worth it I'll bring this up. "Deep down your dad wants the best life possible for you. You doing graffiti around Hogwarts doesn't make him understand you James, it makes it worse."
"Yeah I know. Dad lost a lot of good people in the war, but how does this affect me?" Teddy shakes his head and replies "I never met my parents. Neither did your dad. You need to be respectful of the dead before it bites you back. Now let's go, I'm not hungry anymore."
"Hey Lily, do you mind if I-" As I enter my little sisters room I see her jumping up and down on her bed like she just took some cocaine. Hyperactive little shit in my opinion.
"Yes dearest brother?" I look at her blankly for a second before I reply "Could I have a pencil? Mine ran out." She flings a pink pencil at me which a catch and I send a silent thank you at her.
She isn't a bad sister to me, but she sure is batshit crazy. Anyway as I go to my room I put in my headphones and start to play some music. Muggle, you wouldn't catch a wizard posting their music on Spotify would you now.
Anyway I open up my pad and start to draw. Drawing is a hobby of mine, if Art was an elective at Hogwarts you bet I would have chosen it. Alas it isn't and so I draw for the fun of it.
My Aunt Hermione got me into it, took me to an Art Museum in New York City and well I took a liking to Modern Art. I love street art, one of the walls at Hogwarts had my name on it, of course I did it.
In return I got a floo call home from Professor McGonagall and detention until the end of the year but it was worth it for the three days it was up for everyone to see.
My dad was furious, my uncles were laughing and my mother encouraged me to do more, just to not get caught. After all she is a part of the Weasley's. My grandma however gave me a new one when she found out.
I start to draw a stag, and after I add some cool luminous blue effects. Perfect I think when it will be etched to the wall in my garden. Saturday is looking good after all.
As I go and lay on my bed, my brother comes into my room. "Al, what's up?" My brother shifts around nervously before he replies "Can I ask you something?"
I pause my music and take of my headphones "Yeah, what is it" He takes a long breath before replying "There is a girl. I like her a lot but I don't know what to ask her? Every time I talk to her I freeze and I get mocked!"
I reply casually "Take drugs, it helps with the nerves. Weed especially." Albus gets angry and throws my chair at me. "What the hell is wrong with you? I'm asking you for advice and you are making a joke out of it!"
I shoot back "Shut the fuck up and listen. Keep your eyes up to her or his face and say I like you!" Albus hastily replies "And she will be my girlfriend? I'm not gay James. Not like you at least!"
I chuckle before releasing "You dickhead! And no you fuckwit that does not mean she will be your girlfriend, who would want to date someone like you?"
We both laugh before he eventually asks to see my artwork. As I give him my book, he flips through and whistles.
"These are amazing J, you could make a real killing out of this! Imagine putting the stag next to the Great Hall, you would be the world's best trouble maker. McGonagall would personally kill you! I think you should do it."
I throw a pencil at him as I call him a prat. Honestly having a little brother can be a double edged sword sometimes.
"Who is the girl?" Albus freezes before replying "Rose" I recoil from shock. "Ro-Rose? Our cousin?" Albus's eyes widen as he stutters out "No-No. No-Not for me. For Scorpius!"
I shout at him "That's even worse dumbass! He is a Malfoy!" Albus replies "What is wrong with that?"
"I don't know? Maybe the fact that his father and his father before him were fucking Death Eaters. You know the servants that supported the man that nearly killed our father?"
Albus shouts back "You are the worst brother ever!" Before he could walk out I jump from my bed and punch him in the arm. That would leave a bruise I'm sure. Before slamming my door I make fun of him some more.
Now any normal person would agree with Albus, hell I do. I'm not the best when it comes to these sort if situations. Mum will have me dead by the end of the night.
Dinner is as tense as it could be. Maybe if I could spike some rat poison in Albus's juice he wouldn't cry like a little baby anymore. As expected he ran up to mum and told on me.
"So, James. I heard you punched your brother today?" My father pipes up. He stares at me as if World War Three will begin, I for one am no Archbishop so I don't think I will be assassinated.
"Yeah, I did." Harry nodded as he replied "You should be ashamed. I had no brother while growing up, I had no parents either. The cupboard in the stairs was my room until I was ele-"
I cut in "I know the story. And frankly I don't care. You and I are not the same dad, you won't admit it. At least after a war I didn't turn into an alcoholic!"
Mother stops eating and glares daggers at me, while my brother and sister are confused. My dad throws his fork down with force which shakes the table "I did not sacrifice myself to be talked to like a punk by my own son. Now shut it! As I was saying, you two should be looking out for each other, not fighting! Your family!"
I stand up and reply with as much venom in my voice "Oh is that so father? Then why is it whenever you see me draw or get in trouble you look at me like a disappointment?"
My dad recoils before standing up to say to me "Shut your mouth! You want to end up with no job, be my guest! Drawing silly pictures won't help you in the future, you are deluding yourself!"
Before I could say anything he continues "I pulled every favour I had to put you in a nice position, and you spit it back to me! You are very ungrateful for the life you have because if it was up to me you would never have had any meaningful presents. You need to be humbled!
Oh boy, you didn't get to have a new game for your silly console who cares! I would rather have you be reckless than an artist!"
Everyone is looking at me as if I was a ticking time bomb, before I could reply he finishes of saying "You are the world's worst son ever!"
Albus jumped in "HE is planning on doing a stag painting next to the Great Hall!" I reply "You snake! And it's for the garden on Saturday retard!"
Ginny jumps in "The GARDEN! On SATURDAY! JAMES SIRUIS POTTER I WILL MAKE YOU SCRUB THE WHOLE HOUSE TOP TO BOTTO-"
Lily randomly interjects "I want a pony!" We all look at her, before I reply "We were talking about me, not you!"
"Of course you want it to be about you! You are so arrogant!" My little sister replies. Oh great, I think this is pick on James day. I think I missed the memo.
Before I could reply my father interjects "You are fifteen years old, start acting like it! You have your OWLs coin up and are not revising! You would rather be an artist"
I reply "Oh gee dad, this isn't the one hundredth time you have said that today! Sometimes I wish you died in that forest!"
Silence draws on the table, as everyone starts to realise what I said. "Oh shit! Dad I didn't me-"
"Yes you did. And I can't blame you, I do too!" My mum gasps before slapping him. Why is this happening to me of all people?
Before things could escalate Neville comes through the floo "James, get ready. Something has come up and I want you to watch!" As he looks at as he sighs and says "Am I interrupting something?"
"No, nothing at all. James get ready now." Mother replies. As I get up I 'accidently' spill juice on Albus.
As I get to my room, I pack my necessaries. My phone, drawing book, pencil, and headphones along with my wand and wand holster. Hey if I go to a mission for the first time I want to draw.
I also grab my spray paint cans and shove them in my bag. On the floor I can see some of my sipped pages, Lily or Albus done it. Oh well screw them I'm going to be a time traveller!
"So what happened that is this urgent Neville?" I say to break the tension as we walk to the time travel hall. "Nineteen Ninety Five, Department of Mysteries it has been tampered with. Time to correct it!"
"Sweet!" As we enter the big hall I can see a lot of people. Hey is that Tom from the fifth floor? I heard he got fired for being caught with his boss in a middle of a mission. His boss's younger version! Damn, what a legend.
Someone shouts at us to fall in line, as much as I can count I see twenty people here including me. This is going to be an amazing mission no doubt about it.
From the speakers a voice starts to be heard by everyone. They are all taller than me; I am five foot six however which is the average height for a fifteen year old like me in this current time period.
"As you are aware, the timeline has been slightly changed. Correct it and leave as soon as you can. Do not be heard, do not be seen. And above all else do not change the timeline. Today we have a special guest which is James Potter, and do remember to communicate every now and then with the intercoms. Now fall out!"
As I go forward, someone bumps into me. At six foot two I see the department's treasure. Ricky Jones, muggleborn and badass if I say so myself. Mother fucker has completed every single one of the time breaches perfectly and is lethal with a wand.
"Hey, I heard your Harry's son." My inner fan boy nods, apparently this man killed a dinosaur with only a rock and a pencil. I even drew a little cartoon strip of it for fun.
"Great, you will be sticking around me and Neville so watch our movements. Now let me fit on your time watch."
The time watch is the device used to go back in time, it's a nice fit and is attached to a glove which can only be removed by someone with your blood. Or from your dead corpse but the chances of that happening are very slim as everyone here must be trained.
"The bit at the top shows where you came from, select a time period to go to that time. Choose a location or else you will be put in a random place around this country."
There is also a built in AI but I haven't reached that level clearance yet. You have to travel to two different periods in time with a three month difference.
"Alright I have already set you time travel period for you James so don't worry, now we will all go back to the Department of Mysteries skirmish in Nineteen Ninety Six in Five, Four, Three, Two, One!
Suddenly I'm pulled back and forth and I see a whirlwind of colours. Damn, this shit is crazy I yell at the top of my lungs!
As my feet materialise, I see Ricky come towards me, a grin on his face which I assume matches mine. "Sir, that was the best experience of my life!"
He nods and replies "You're just like me and your godfather over there Neville. Happy to travel. Anyway let's get going, the source is in this room upfront."
I stay at the back as the walk in, I don't go into the room at all. Before I could even blink I hear screams coming from inside and a feminine laughter echoing.
'What the fuck?' I think before I walk in with my wand pulled out. The door creaks slightly as I see bodies on the ground, blood everywhere.
I see Tom from the fifth floor clutching his intestines, not a Legend anymore I suppose. What is more mysterious is a woman in the middle of the room clutching a time watch.
"Nooo!" I shout before firing a stunner at her but she has already disappeared through time.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" I shout, what was I supposed to do? Neville shouts my name, and I sprint towards him. He is missing a leg but he manages to get a few words out.
"James….Bellatrix…. Time…Stop Her!" He then falls limp in my arms. Tears swell up in my eyes as the man who was my uncle died right then and there. As I look at his wrist I see his watch is missing. 'Bellatrix must have taken it!'
I look around to see more familiar faces, Ricky is petrified at the spot the lady called Bellatrix was in.
Through the comms I hear the speaker man talk. "Hello? Is anyone there?" I stand up and press my finger on my right ear.
"Sir! HELLO! It's me James, James Potter!" Through the comms I can hear shuffling and then "James! Oh thank God! What happened?"
"They are all dead, Some lady called Bellatrix took a watch and fled through time. What do I do?"
It takes a long time before I get a reply, but when I do it makes my heart pump double the blood around my body.
"That was ninety per cent of our people. Shit, as we speak new timelines are being created. Detective Potter your mission is to stop Bellatrix Lestrange's plans. Go now, may time be on your side!"
Suddenly the comm goes silent and I realise I'm alone. I set all of the dead members watches to go back to the present and I have to hide Neville's body in a chamber.
"I'll be back for you Neville. For what it's worth you were right. I'm not ready but you were one of the best uncles ever. I'll avenge you, I promise!"
And with that is plugged in the time details Bellatrix went too. I know about the scary women that my grandma killed, the stories made Lily cry for days.
But I'm about to save the whole damn world so he really cares?
I set the watch to go to Thirty First July Nineteen Ninety Five. Location for Hogwarts. Time to meet the maker of the department.
"Oh mum is going to kill me for this!" I then hit the button and a whirlwind of colours hit me for the second time that night.
First chapter, done! How did I do? Honestly PM me or review. No beta so I think I did well and yes I choose the next gen characters because they have no real stories like Harry and co.