When one of the pairings in the Next Generation table was James/OC, I couldn't help but write yet another piece about my longtime OC, Alice Pomona Longbottom. All of my other HP fics mention her at least once, and I am writing her autobiography at the moment, the first six chapters posted here already!


He had gone through his whole life being told that his friendship with her would morph into something stronger, and always told these certain people that what they wanted to happen never would. Alice Pomona Longbottom was his closet and oldest friend, even when he was residing in Godric's Hollow, and she in London, living at the Leaky Cauldron.

James Sirius Potter was the one who called her "just a girl" upon their meeting after almost a year of separation. He was completely unaware of the tears she had shed the night of that heartless comment – Alice then saw him as only a brother, and wanted that brotherly, caring figure back.

It wasn't until their fourth year at Hogwarts when the two realized that they were no longer children, and hormones were kicking in. James became quite the ladies' man, but the childhood, female friend was always there for him in the wings. Then, Alice was only his chess opponent, his Potions partner, and the blue-eyed, yellow-haired simple girl who supplied him with "girl" advice.

But it wasn't until sixth year when they realized how important they meant to the other, and all of the other people they once saw interest in were nothing. The summer before their seventh was one chock full with midnight conversations on the grass outside the Burrow, numerous kisses – one after one – and the sense that they were the only ones in their world, and no one else mattered. When their lips met, they would melt into one, and seemed to fall into each other's arms. With James and Alice, everything always seemed so right, so perfect, and just like a faerie tale.

Just looking at Alice's angelic appearance and then hearing her sometimes foul and critical words would calm James, in a strange way. He couldn't explain it, but he just loved the way her face would grow red and full of fury when she was angry. He was more than grateful when she understood why he needed to act 'cool' and experienced at school - to show the world that James Sirius Potter knew that his father's fame would grant him superiority. She'd help him get rid of his deep thoughts and questions of the previous war during exam time, so he'd have good enough grades to stay on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Alice was just as appreciative of his ever-lasting presence in her life as much as he was of hers. She could confide in him her ponders over why she was never close to her two siblings, and sometimes felt like strangling her prying and overprotective mother – and James would listen, and give her similar, helping advice as she had given to them.

There was the time James sent her a Valentine Day's card even before they were a couple, and he sent it only for her to avoid being hurt on the day of love.

There were memories of them dancing together at night, underneath starry skies at the Burrow – the dances that would end in one of them slipping on the dewy grass and collapsing onto the ground, causing the other to flop down next to them. Lounging on the grass would lead to James kissing Alice's lips…and telling her what she really meant to him.


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