Never the Same
Chapter 11 – Escape.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, and Harry Potter to J.K. Rowling. I don't own anything…
RATING: PG-13 (T) to R (M) - violence, language, angst, horror, possible mild sexual interactions, etc. If you can watch BTVS/AtS and read HP, I doubt you'll have any problem with this story.
TIMELINE: Sequel to "Out of the Blue" and "Red Horizon" (Part 3 in the series), and begin where we left in "Red Horizon" chapter 39, and a bit before BTVS season 7, though it's almost completely AU, with many changes from the real plot.
SUMMARY: BTVS/HP crossover. Sequel to RH. "You can run but you can't hide, evil finds you everywhere. Peace and quiet can no one provide, who said life was ever fair?" Starting over is something that definitely falls into the 'easier said than done'-category. Buffy and Remus are doing their best to move on, and get used to the changes and the new turn their life has taken, but it's not easy...especially not when living on a Hellmouth.
CENTRAL PAIRING: Buffy/Remus
OTHER PAIRINGS: Willow/Tara, Xander/Anya
Special Thanks to: My Beta – CharmedChick
Some nine months later...
Sunnydale, March 29, 2005
"I HATE YOU!"
Remus winced, his wife's voice ringing loudly in his ears. Sometimes, enhanced hearing wasn't very welcome. At all. Especially when once wife who is the Slayer goes through labor.
"Ouch," he whimpered as he felt another bone in his hand get crushed. "Buffy, please..."
"Oh, STOP WHINING!" Buffy screamed between another push. "At least your lower regions aren't currently split open by something that feels like a sofa between your legs!"
Remus nodded, biting his lip hard to keep from screaming himself. as a werewolf, he was used to pain...but this was worse. Way worse. "You have a point," he managed to get out. "But- OUCH!" Buffy had just given his hand another bone-breaking crush, and the doctor gave him a look of sympathy, but quickly returned her attention to Buffy.
"You're doing great, Mrs. Lupin," she said encouragingly. "It will be over soon- just one more push. This is actually an easy labor- most first children takequite a bit longer to deliver- "
Buffy gave the doctor a look that could kill, but said nothing, deciding to focus on her already suffering husband's hand again as another contraction hit.
"OUCH!" Remus yelped again as Buffy crushed another bone, and he turned to the doctor with teary eyes. "Please," he begged. "You're not making her feel better. Believe me."
Buffy let out a loud scream, and then, suddenly, the room was filled with a baby's cry, and Remus quickly pulled his hand from Buffy's grip, sighing with relief. "Thank Merlin...," he groaned, turning to look at the small bundle that was currently being cleaned up by one of the nurses. He completely forget the pain in his aching hand as he saw the baby- his baby- for the first time.
"Congratulations," the nurse said, as she wrapped the now silent baby into a pink blanket, and placed it in Buffy's waiting arms. "It's a girl."
"She's perfect," Buffy breathed, as she held the little girl close to her chest, and looked up at Remus with tears in her eyes. "She's beautiful."
Remus met Buffy's look and smiled. "That she is," he agreed, leaning closer and placing a finger (from the hand that had not been crushed) in the baby-girl's firm, yetsoft grip.
"Hey," he whispered. "I'm your daddy. And this is your mommy," he looked up at Buffy, who smiled through tears of joy. "We love you so much."
"Have you decided on a name yet?" The nurse asked, quietly, not wanting to interrupt the small family.
"Yeah," Buffy breathed. "Sarah. Sarah Genevieve Summers-Lupin."
Sunnydale, July 11, 2009
"Hey, Sarah," Buffy whispered to her daughter from her hospital bed. "Come and say hello to your little sister."
Sarah Genevieve Summers-Lupin walked over to her mom hesitantly, barely noticing as her father lifted her up so she'd see better. She wrinkled her nose.
"That's my sister?" She said, cocking her head to the side as she took in the wrinkly, small, red-faced bundle in her mother's arms curiously. Remus laughed.
"Yes, Sarah. That's your sister. Phoebe Marie Summers-Lupin. Do you want to hold her?"
Sarah's eyes grew round. "Can I?" She breathed, looking adorably scared and excited at the same time.
"Of course," Remus said, placing Sarah on the bed beside her mother.
"But...she's so...tiny."
"I promise you won't squash her," Buffy said, carefully putting down Phoebe in her sister's arms. "There...hold her head...like that...yes, that's right."
Sarah looked down in her smaller sisters large blinking eyes. And her heart melted.
"She's so pretty," she said, sounding awwed, as she massaged Phoebes cheek with her finger.
"She is, isn't she?" Remus agreed, placing a hand on Sarah's shoulder, and looking over at his wife who grinned tiredly at him.
"Hey," Sarah said to Phoebe quietly. "I'm Sarah. We're gonna play together, real soon," she said. "And I'm gonna teach you stuff and always protect you," she swore. "'Cause I'm your sister."
Azkaban Prison, July 30, 1993
The walls of the only wizarding prison in Britain were cold and bare. Here, in the lower levels, near the catacombs, only the most feared villains resided. Those who'd done crimes so unforgivable that they would never get to see the light of day, ever again. One of these prisoners were Sirius Orion Black, sentenced for life for being a Death Eater, for conspiring with Voldemort and other Death Eaters, for betrayal and aiding in the murder of James and Lily Potter, and for murdering Peter Pettigrew and twelve muggles. What no one knew though was that Sirius Black was innocent of all these crimes. And he was currently preparing to transform into a dog, large as the grim and black as night, trying to ignore the Dementors' presence nearby.
He cast a glance at the Daily Prophet-newspaper that had been thrown into a corner of his cell and read so many times that he knew it by heart. Especially one article...an article that had captured his unwavering attention, and was also the reason for why Sirius Black was about to escape this hell on earth.
Ministry of Magic Employee Scoops Grand Prize
Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office at the Ministry of Magic, has one the annual Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw. A delighted Mr. Weasley told the Daily Prophet, 'We will be spending the gold on a summer holiday in Egypt, where our eldest son, Bill, works as a curse breaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bank.'
The Weasley family will be spending a month in Egypt, returning for the start of the new school year at Hogwarts, which five of the Weasley children currently attend.
Now one might wonder why an article like that would capture someone like Sirius Black's attention. Well, in truth, it wasn't the article, but rather the photograph that came with it. A photograph of the entire Weasley family. A photograph that also contained the youngest son, Ron Weasley's pet rat, Scabbers. A rat who was missing one toe...a rat who wasn't a real rat, but rather a rat-animagus named Peter Pettigrew...the Peter Pettigrew who was believed to have been one of Sirius Black's victims, but was in truth the real villain and guilty of all the crimes Sirius had been accused of. And Sirius Black wanted revenge.
The thought of his innocence and vengeance was the only thing that had kept him sane during his twelve years stay in this prison. But now, it was over. He transformed into his dog form, Padfoot, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he sensed how the Dementors moved further away from the cell, as they no longer could feel a human presence they could feed off inside. He easily slipped out between the bars- a feat that was possible thanks to the starvation he'd suffered through the years; he was barely more than skin (well, fur, in this case) and bones- and set off down the echoing chilling corridors.
Down, down, and even further down until he came to a set of stairs which he quickly passed down- and he was in the catacombs. Filled with new energy, he ran down the dirt-filled passages- in the distance, he could se light. Light! And suddenly, he stood by a large, heavily bolted metal door, with a barred window, from which moonlight shone in. And Sirius felt defeat once again. He should have known it wouldn't be that easy. He had no wand, so he could not blow the door up, nor any super strength so he could burst right through it. He was underfed, tired, dirty...and helpless. His entire careful planning had been for nothing. He knew it had seemed too good to be true. Padfoot hung his head, looking down at the muddy ground. Wait a second...mud? Padfoot started to dig, deeper and deeper...it was only mud! Mud and sand and dirt! He let out a happy bark as he realized what this meant. He kept digging, the dirt, mud and sand forming a large heap behind him, as he came further down, and forwards...he was under the door...and he was out.
Padfoot couldn't believe his luck. He looked up at the moonlight and transformed back into a man. He'd never felt so happy, so grateful and so relieved in his entire life. Sirius sank down to his knees, burying his dirty hands in the sand.
"Thank you!" He cried. "Thank you!" He looked forwards, and saw something shimmer in the distance, far, far away, down the cliffs. The sea. And even further away, he saw light. Light, coming from land. Transforming back, he quickly ran down the hard, sharp cliffs and rocks, until he found himself on the beach. And Padfoot jumped straight into the water.
COLD! Cold, cold, cold! And it was so welcome! The cold water, hitting his fur, washing out the dirt, overwhelming his senses. He could feel again! Instinct kicked in, and his legs started to kick, and he swam forwards, one inch at the time. He tried not to think about how far he truly was from land. Then he'd never make it. As he swam, he felt the fresh, salty air invade his lungs, and the smell of it invade his nose. And he felt memories he never even knew he had invade his brain and flash pass his eyes. Happy memories, that had been lost when in the presence of the Dementors.
A man, flying- no, standing- dancing - on a broomstick...a blonde girl, chasing a turkey around a classroom...a man, with eyes in a shiny amber, doing a striptease...another man, with greasy hair, hiccupping out pink bubbles...and...was that himself?...running on the stands shouting commentaries to the game that went on below...a girl, with blazing green eyes rocking a baby with messy black hair...himself, kissing a girl with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen under a star-filled sky...
Names flew past his mind quicker than lightning... James...Buffy...Remus...Snape...Lily...Harry...Eliza. And then, a short, slightly fat man with cheese stuck between his teeth- and Sirius felt anger fill his entire body and he wanted to scream. Peter. Pushing all thoughts of happiness away from his mind, he focused his entire soul on revenge. New pictures passed by. Pictures he knew all too well. Pictures that haunted his dreams and invaded his conscience.
Remus...transforming into a werewolf...Buffy...standing frozen in front of a Boggart...James bloodied, beaten...Lily, her red hair cascaded down her pale face...both dead. Harry...a large scar formed as a lightning bolt on his forehead...himself, convincing James and Lily to switch Secret Keeper...himself, being cornered by Peter...Peter blowing up a street...Eliza being thrown back from the shockwave...Eliza being crushed by a large block of stone...himself laughing maniacally as he was taken away...
Padfoot let out a loud growl. Peter. He would pay.
Magnolia Crescent, August 7, 1993
He had no idea what he was doing here. He should be out, hunting Wormtail, but something had compelled him to find his Godson instead...Harry Potter. The boy in question was currently several streets away from his 'home' at Privet Drive, and was rummaging through his trunk, in search of something. Of what, Sirius, in his dog-form, didn't care about in the least, as he was completely transfixed on the boy's face. Merlin...he looked so much like James...and his eyes...his eyes...just like Lily's.
Suddenly, Harry straightened up, and looked around, frowning slightly, and Sirius froze in his place, not really knowing whether he wanted Harry to see him or not. Harry bent over his trunk again, but just as Sirius was about to relax, both in disappointment and relief, he stood up once more, his hand clenched on his wand, as he squinted at the black alleyway.
"Lumos," he muttered, and a light appeared at the end of his wand, which held it high over his head, and Sirius froze once more as the light hit him straight in the eyes. Harry stepped backwards in shock, stumbling, then tripping as his legs hit the trunk, and his wand flew out of his hand...he flung out an arm to break his fall, and landed, hard, in the gutter -
Sirius almost let out a bark of shock as there was a loud bang and a sudden blinding light...Harry rolled back onto the pavement, just in time, as a gigantic triple-decker, violently purple bus screeched to a halt exactly where he'd just been lying. The Knight Bus.
Sirius quickly backed into the bushes, out of sight, almost forgetting he was in his dog form, as a conductor in a purple uniform leapt out of the bus and began to speak.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this eve - "
If he'd been human, Sirius would have snorted at Stan's look as he caught sight of Harry on the ground. Harry snatched up his wand again and scrambled to his feet. "What were you doin' down there?" said Stan, confusion clearly evident in his voice as he scratched himself behind a large protruding ear.
"Fell over," Harry said.
"'Choo fall over for?" sniggered Stan.
"I didn't do it on purpose," said Harry, annoyed, and then he quickly turned around and stares at the alleyway between the garage and fence were Sirius had been a few seconds ago. He backed further into the bushes.
"'Choo lookin' at?" said Stan.
"There was a big black thing," said Harry, pointing uncertainly into the gap. "Like a dog... but massive..."
"Woss that on your 'ead?" Sirius heard Stan asked, dumbly.
"Nothing," said Harry quickly, flattening his hair over his scar.
"Woss your name?"
"Neville Longbottom."
Sirius'- Padfoot's - eyes almost bulged out of his head. Neville Longbottom? Like Stan would fall for that...if he did, he must be stupider than...than...well...something.
"So - so this bus, did you say it goes anywhere?" Harry asked.
"Yep," said Stan proudly, "anywhere you like, long's it's on land."
Huh. Apparently he was that stupid.
"'Can't do nuffink underwater. 'Ere, you did flag us down, dincha? Stuck out your wand 'and, dincha?"
"Yes," said Harry quickly. "Listen, how much would it be to get to London?"
"Eleven Sickles, but for firteen you get 'or chocolate, and for fifteen you get an 'ot water bottle an' a toofbrush in the color of your choice."
Sirius watched as Harry rummaged once more in his trunk, extracted his money bag, and shoved some gold into Stan's hand, and then lifted his trunk, with the help from Stan, with Hedwig's cage balanced on top, up the steps of the bus.
Sirius wished he could see what was happening inside...suddenly, there was another tremendous BANG, and Sirius let out a bark of surprise and shock. The bus was gone. Sirius hung his head, and slowly padded away down Magnolia Crescent.
Sunnydale, August 7, 2014
"Your turn, daddy," nine year old Sarah (Summers-)Lupin said, pulling impatiently in her father's sweater.
"I know," Remus said. "I'm just trying to come up with something..." He was currently sitting with his wife and two daughters in the living room of Revello Drive, now home of the Summers-Lupin family, playing a game. Joyce had long sincemoved out, now living in LA, and Faith had moved out as well, living in her own apartment across town. He gave Phoebe, his five-year old daughter a smile- she was currently slumped against her mother's side, yawning slightly.
"Daddy..." Sarah complained, pouting and pulling at his sweater once more.
"I know, I know...oh, I've got something." His amber eyes twinkled. "I have never gotten drunk," he said, and then took a piece of chocolate. Buffy rolled her eyes and took a piece of chocolate as well.
"Daddy," Sarah whined. "That's cheating! You can't just lie and say you have never been drunk when you have been drunk only because you want a piece of chocolate! That's not how the 'I have never'-game works!"
Remus laughed and ruffled up Sarah's hair. "Says who? I happen to like chocolate! So what if I bend the rules a little?"
Buffy laughed. "Always a marauder, huh?" She put an arm around Phoebe's shoulder. "I have to say, this game is so much better with chocolate than it is with drinking."
"I second that," Remus said, grinning at his wife. "Your turn, Phoebe."
Phoebe yawned sleepily again. "Okay...I have never- " Another yawn.
"Maybe we should call this a night," Buffy suggested. "Phoebe's tired, and I'm feeling pretty beat myself."
Sarah pouted. "Just one more round...please?" She begged.
"Nope," Remus said, wrapping up the chocolate and putting it in his pocket. "We can do it again tomorrow night."
Buffy gave him an impish grin. "If there's any chocolate left by then, that is."
Remus flushed. "I'm not that bad, am I?"
"YES YOU ARE!" The entire room chorused.
"Alright, alright," Remus said, putting his hands up in the air. "But you are just as bad," he said, pointing at Sarah, who gave him an innocent look.
"Maybe I should take that," Buffy said, taking out the chocolate from Remus' pocket. "And put it somewhere safe, where no chocoholics can reach it." She gave Remus a kiss, and put her hands around his neck.
"OH, GROSS!" Sarah and Phoebe chorused. Remus and Buffy grinned.
"You'll sing another tune when you're older," Buffy sing-songed. Sarah did a grimace.
"Blech. Never. Boys are just...yucky." She wrinkled her nose and Phoebe nodded tiredly in agreement.
"Yes. Yucky."
Remus chuckled and heaved his youngest up on is shoulders, making her squeal in delight. "Alright. To the bathroom and the toothbrushes. We don't want little demons to settle down in your mouths, right?"
"Nope," Sarah said, running past his father and sister into the bathroom. "'Cause demons are bad!"
Buffy grinned, slipping her hand into Remus' and leaning her head against his shoulders as they followed their daughter inside.
'Life is good.'
A/N: And that was the last chapter of NTS - only the epilogue left! As a last little favour for the fantatical, if you haven't already checked it out on my website, that is, and as a little memorial for those who have passed away in my series this far, I'll post Eliza's, Lily's and James' character profiles plus entires they weote in their Hogwarts yearbook here - note Lily's and Eliza's middle names as the same as Sarah's and Phoebe's - Remus and Buffy's tribute to their passed away friends...
/Ida
Character profiles for...
...Eliza (Genevieve) de Mort
Status: Deceased.
Place of living at time of death: With Siruius Black.
Social status at time of death: Engaged to Sirius Black.
Birthday: December 1. Day of death: November 1, 1981.
Family: Mother (deceased), father (deceased).
Special powers and/or abilities: Witch. (Magic.)
Occupation (at time of death): A part of the Magical Law Enforcement
Worth mentioning: Eliza's father killed her mother, and enjoyed torturing her daughter.
Life: Eliza de Mort came to Hogwarts due to a complicated homelife, and a horrifying past, to try and escape her father, and her memories of him.Unfortunately, her past caught up with her in the form of a Boggart, and after a visit from Mr de Mort, Eliza thought her newfound freedom was over. She was proven wrong, as her newlymade friends and boyfriend, Sirius, stood by her, and Eliza remained at Hogwarts, from where she graduated. She fought bravely in the war against Voldemort, hating the evil he stood for and trying to prove she was nothing like her father. Too bad this couldn't save her from him: Eliza found herself trapped, after her father kidnapped her with the intention of teaching her a lesson once and for all. However, Eliza managed to escape, and made her way back to the wizarding world - but too late. Eliza found Sirius, on a street, being cornered by Peter Pettigrew, who screamed something about Sirius being a traitor. Confused, Eliza could do nothing to prevent her fate as the street exploded, and buried her under the falling debris, crushing her to death. Her fate remains unknown to all except Sirius and Peter - none of who is in any state - or has any wish - to reveal the truth.
...Lily (Marie) Evans Potter
Status: Deceased.
Place of living at time of death: Godric's Hollow.
Social status at time of death: Married, with a son.
Birthday: July 9. Day of death: October 31, 1981.
Family: Mother (deceased), father (deceased), sister, Petunia Dursley, husband, James Potter (deceased), son, Harry.
Special powers and/or abilities: Witch. (Magic. Espescially adept at Charms and Potions).
Occupation (at time of death): Unspeakable.
Worth mentioning: Researched the Veil of death at the Department of Mysteries.
Life: Lily Potter had always hated bullies - she had always hated one James Potter. But when she entered her seventh year had Hogwarts, something had happened to the earlier obnoxious thick-headed prat, and Lily found herself felling in love. James Potter and Lily Evans became the Fairytale couple of Gryffindor, as James proposed on Graduation day, and the young couple married. Despite the war, they managed to find their own light, when Harry James Potter, the mirror image of his father, but with his mothers green eyes, was born. Howver, their happiness met its end, when the family was targeted when a prophecy was revealed. James and Lily hid under the Fidelius charm with Peter Pettigrew as their Secret Keeper. Unfortunately, he was not as loyal as they thought, and on Halloween 1981, Lily Evans Potter was killed by Voldemort, dying bravely while protecting her son, who became the Boy-Who-Lived and vanquished the Dark Lord thanks to his mother's selfless sacrifice as a last, powerful token of love.
...James (Harold) Potter
Status: Deceased.
Place of living at time of death: Godric's Hollow.
Social status at time of death: Married, with a son.
Birthday: April 20. Day of death: October 31, 1981.
Family: Mother, Lorraine (deceased), father, Harold (deceased), wife, Lily Evans (deceased), son, Harry.
Special powers and/or abilities: Animagus (a stag). Wizard (Magic. Espescially adept at Transfiguration).
Occupation (at time of death): Auror.
Worth mentioning: Defied Voldemort three times, along with Lily.
Life: James Potter was the unspoken leader of the Marauders, and alsoinsanely in love with one Lily Evans, a muggle-born witch who never gabe him a second glance. That all changed, when they entered their seventh year. They fell in love, and got married - their happiness seemed to know no bounds, despite the raging war, as Lily announced she was pregnant. On July 31,1980,Harry James Potter was born and the couple got their happy ending. Right? Unfortunately, that was not the case, as the Potter family got targeted and had to go into hiding, when a prophecy that could have applied to Harry was made. However, their Secret Keeper, Peter Pettigrew, betrayed them, and on October 31, 1981, Voldemort came to their home in Godric Hollow, and after a furious battle, James fell, protecting his wife and son until his last breath.
Hogwarts Yearbook 1978!
Entries written two days before Graduation, under supervision of the students Head of House
(and friends who can't not put their noses where ot doesn't belong)
Eliza de Mort, personal entry
Middle name/nickname: Genevieve. I...guess I think it's rather beautiful...kind of/'Liza, Liz…
House: Gryffindor (transferred from Beauxbatons)
House status: The member with a mystery. cheeky grin
Social status: Dating Sirius Black. For some strange reason. smirk
Broom status: Nope. I left it at home…and don't you dare say "You can borrow mine," Sirius Black!
Wand status: No comment. (If I say anything, Sirius is going to make it sound dirty. Sirius frowns, looking wounded)
Motto: "To the stars through difficulty"
Subjects: Charms, Potions, DADA, Ancient Runes, Herbology, COMC, Arithmancy, Transf, Muggle studies.
Favourite pasttime: Being with my friends, being with Sirius...
Closest friends: Sirius Black, Lily Evans, Buffy Summers, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew. (thanks, for being my friends)
"Fond" memories: The marauders, the pranks, Dumbledore (thank you for helping me), Broomsticks and balls, Truth or dare, turkey McGonagall (oh, come on, professor! Mention one person who didn't think that was funny! … You? Oh.), Valentine's day, Sirius many stupid but yet adoringly cute comments, the Astronomy Tower (Sirius – you might be horny like hell all the time, but you do know your stuff… What now, professor? Censuring? Why? It's the truth! … Detention? Oh, hell.), you guys standing up for me and trusting me…
Memories I'd rather forget: My father and my boggart (enough said).
Describe yourself with three words: Secluded, understanding, myself. smile
According to her House-mates, Eliza de Mort is Most Likely To: Keep Sirius Black on a tight leash.
Lily Evans, personal entry
Middle name/nickname: Marie/Lils, Lily-kins...sigh
House: Gryffindor
House status: Prefect (YES! My own bathroom! Eh…no…of course that wasn't why I accepted the position…sweatdrop), then Headgirl.
Social status: Dating James Potter (though Merlin knows why…what, professor? You thought my entry would be mature? Blinks Eh…isn't it?)
Broom status: No. I keep my feet firmly on the ground. (Unless James is steering.) What? What's so funny? Looks down at entry, blushes Oh…
Wand status: Willow, 10 ¼ inches, swishy.
Motto: "Love conquers all", and "Treat others as you would like to be treated"...and yes, Sirius, James: That does include Slytherins.
Subjects: Transf, History of Magic, Herbology, DADA, COMC, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Potions, Charms (and I plan to take an extra NEWT in Muggle studies)
Favourite pasttime: Reading, writing, spending time with my friends and with James.
Closest friends: James Potter, Buffy Summers, Eliza de Mort, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew.
"Fond" memories: Getting my letter and coming to Hogwarts, Valentine's day, the prank I participated in (even though the rest were funny too…even you have to admit that, professor), James growing up, reading by the lake, getting to use the prefect bathroom, Dumbledore's welcoming words (he's barking mad, but brilliant. What, professor? … But that was a compliment!), Truth or Dare couchturkeyMcGonagallcough, classes, writing essays (no, I'm not mad. Honestly.).
Memories I'd rather forget: The Slugclub. Urk.
Describe yourself with three words: Nice. Friendly. Caring.
According to her House-mates, Lily Evans is Most Likely To: Succeed.
James Potter, personal entry
Middle name/nickname: Harold. It's horrible. (Sorry, dad...)/Prongs, Prongsy, Prongise-Pooh…urk.
House: Gryffindor (Slytherin suck! Eh…sorry professor.)
House status: Captain and Chaser of the Quidditch team (MY TEAM ROCK!) Headboy (What were you thinking, professor McGonagall? … It was Dumbledore's deciscion? Well, what was he thinking then? … He wasn't? Oh.)
Social status: Dating Lily Evans (the one and only grins)
Broom status: The most expensive and coolest there is. Plus, several in reserve. What do you mean, I'm bragging?
Wand status: Mahogny, 11 inches, pliable.
Motto: Eh..."Fortune favours the brave"? shrugs Or, oh, I've got one: "It's the choices we make that define who we are."
Subjects: Transf, DADA, Charms, COMC, Herbology, Potions, Ancient Runes, Astronomy, Muggle-studies.
Favourite pasttime: LILY! Grins And PRANKING! And FLYING! And EXPLORING!
Closest friends: Lily Evans, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Buffy Summers, Eliza de Mort.
"Fond" memories: The marauders, the very secret-and-unfortunately-confiscated-piece of paper…looks up at McGonagall who frowns…that says nothing of importance, my very-secret-cloak – that has never been used, professor, I assure you crosses fingers, becoming Prongs, turkey McGonagall (sorry, professor, but it was funny), the Quidditch (team), the snitch, the two-way-mirrors (no, professor, I won't tell you what it is either),all the pranks, Hogsmeade weekends, the forest, meeting Lily, worshipping Lily from afar, teasing Lily, making Lily mad, making up with Lily, making out with Lily…everything LILY! Yeah. I love my Lils. Hugs Lily who blushes
Memories I'd rather forget: Mrs Norris, homework, broomsticks and balls, the Whomping-Willow incident (Sirius, you're a real prat sometimes), being a prat and ruffling up my hair (Lils, why couldn't you've told me the only thing I had to do was to grow up? You did? Oh…)
Describe yourself with three words: Daring. Gryffindor. Marauder.
According to his House-mates, James Potter is Most Likely To: Become famous.
A/N: See ya in the epilogue!
/Ida