SOME PAST TIMES
James felt like he was falling. Falling into an endless void that he could never fly himself out of, even on a Nimbus 1972. He didn't know where he was, why he felt this way, and what the hell had just happened. All he could remember was, well, nothing. He strangely wanted to go home. Not that he didn't love home or anything, but his mother was sick. An alchoholic. She often abused James when his father wasn't around. James always tried to confront his dad about this issue, but his father wouldn't give in to what he thought were lies. He hated going home.
James had almost always dreamed of a real family. Going home, and being able to smell a home cooked meal and not vodka and liqour. He wanted to see his parents, his mother in particular, loving him. He really had never known what is was like to have a loving, caring, mother. The only thing he actually remembered from his childhood was having a family Christmas celebration. He mostly remembered the presents. Of course, what child wouldn't? He loved sweet ham, and getting together with people who loved him. He had never had anyone who loved him that didn't have to conditionally.
All he had ever known was father's love. And his father wasn't even there most of the time. His father, Kevin Potter, worked at the Ministry of Magic in the Quidditch Maintenance depertment. He worked on defunctional brooms and also on improving the models. James, most of the time, wanted to go with his dad to work to escape his mother's wrath (A/N I know it sounds harsh, but so was she, unfortunately.) He hated being with his mother. He hated feeling that way. On Mother's Day he had always made cards that didn't please his mother in a way she wanted to be. He tried so hard to do the right thing. He often beat himself up in wondering what the hell he did wrong. He wanted to know what was wrong with him. He wanted to know why his mother despised of him so much that she would actually work up the nerve to abuse him in such a manner.
In simpler words, he hated going home. He hated to have to see his mother. He hated his mother.
The only reason he wanted to go home was... wait, why does he want to go home? He started to remember why. He had just asked Lily out on a date. 'Holy Hell' he thought to himself. 'I just asked Lily out.'
His vision started to uncloud and the first thing he saw was red. He thought it wasn't good to see red, even in this world, but then when his vision became more clear, he noticed it was his Flower that he longed to love.
'James? James... can you hear me?' Lily sounded so eager to hear his voice again.
'Yeah, I can hear you.' James said. He felt a small smile arising on his blushing face.
'Oh, thank goodness,' Lily said. 'I was so worried that something other than a fainting had happened.' She continued.
'No. I'm quite alright. Thanks for your concern.' James said. (A/N He says this VERY sexily, and that's not just me trying to be funny, even though i dont have to TRY. LOL, jk.)
Lily hesitated for a moment trying to remember what had happened before she had brought him into a room at the Leaky Cauldron. Of course she couldn't forget because he had fainted. That was big. BIG. She bought him a room at the pub, and she had to check his pulse. She didn't think to take it from his wrist. You can only guess what she did. Yeah, that's right. She took his robes off.
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Hope you like it. I think its definitely getting better. Once again, if you review only CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Not that my reviews so far weren't inconstructive. (is that even a word?) o well. let me know and i'll keep writing.
lyl, melly.
James felt like he was falling. Falling into an endless void that he could never fly himself out of, even on a Nimbus 1972. He didn't know where he was, why he felt this way, and what the hell had just happened. All he could remember was, well, nothing. He strangely wanted to go home. Not that he didn't love home or anything, but his mother was sick. An alchoholic. She often abused James when his father wasn't around. James always tried to confront his dad about this issue, but his father wouldn't give in to what he thought were lies. He hated going home.
James had almost always dreamed of a real family. Going home, and being able to smell a home cooked meal and not vodka and liqour. He wanted to see his parents, his mother in particular, loving him. He really had never known what is was like to have a loving, caring, mother. The only thing he actually remembered from his childhood was having a family Christmas celebration. He mostly remembered the presents. Of course, what child wouldn't? He loved sweet ham, and getting together with people who loved him. He had never had anyone who loved him that didn't have to conditionally.
All he had ever known was father's love. And his father wasn't even there most of the time. His father, Kevin Potter, worked at the Ministry of Magic in the Quidditch Maintenance depertment. He worked on defunctional brooms and also on improving the models. James, most of the time, wanted to go with his dad to work to escape his mother's wrath (A/N I know it sounds harsh, but so was she, unfortunately.) He hated being with his mother. He hated feeling that way. On Mother's Day he had always made cards that didn't please his mother in a way she wanted to be. He tried so hard to do the right thing. He often beat himself up in wondering what the hell he did wrong. He wanted to know what was wrong with him. He wanted to know why his mother despised of him so much that she would actually work up the nerve to abuse him in such a manner.
In simpler words, he hated going home. He hated to have to see his mother. He hated his mother.
The only reason he wanted to go home was... wait, why does he want to go home? He started to remember why. He had just asked Lily out on a date. 'Holy Hell' he thought to himself. 'I just asked Lily out.'
His vision started to uncloud and the first thing he saw was red. He thought it wasn't good to see red, even in this world, but then when his vision became more clear, he noticed it was his Flower that he longed to love.
'James? James... can you hear me?' Lily sounded so eager to hear his voice again.
'Yeah, I can hear you.' James said. He felt a small smile arising on his blushing face.
'Oh, thank goodness,' Lily said. 'I was so worried that something other than a fainting had happened.' She continued.
'No. I'm quite alright. Thanks for your concern.' James said. (A/N He says this VERY sexily, and that's not just me trying to be funny, even though i dont have to TRY. LOL, jk.)
Lily hesitated for a moment trying to remember what had happened before she had brought him into a room at the Leaky Cauldron. Of course she couldn't forget because he had fainted. That was big. BIG. She bought him a room at the pub, and she had to check his pulse. She didn't think to take it from his wrist. You can only guess what she did. Yeah, that's right. She took his robes off.
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Hope you like it. I think its definitely getting better. Once again, if you review only CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Not that my reviews so far weren't inconstructive. (is that even a word?) o well. let me know and i'll keep writing.
lyl, melly.