Stories

((OOC: Okay, so I filmed this ages ago ~~coughlastnovembercough~~ but I never really finished what I had in mind for it, but also thought it was a shame to go to waste. So here is a minimalistic version of the scene from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, chapter 22 – “After the Burial”. ~~sorry ‘but dark gifs~~))

In Hagrids hut around his enormous table sits three shadows. The biggest of them is heavy asleep with his giant head against the wall, snoring loudly. Across from the young boy with the round glasses sits an elderly Hogwarts teacher who finally pulled himself together and asked questions, which have tormented him for so many years.

“I don’t—don’t suppose you remember it, Harry?” he asked awkwardly.

“No—well, I was only one when they died,” said Harry, his eyes on the flame of the candle flickering in Hagrid’s heavy snores.

“But I’ve found out pretty much what happened since. My dad died first. Did you know that?”

“I—I didn’t,” said Slughorn in a hushed voice.

“Yeah… Voldemort murdered him and then stepped over his body toward my mum,” said Harry.

Slughorn gave a great shudder, but he did not seem able to tear his horrified gaze away from Harry’s face.

“He told her to get out of the way,” said Harry remorselessly.

“He told me she needn’t have died. He only wanted me. She could have run.”

“Oh dear,” breathed Slughorn. “She could have… she needn’t… That’s awful…”

“It is, isn’t it?” said Harry, in a voice barely more than a whisper.

“But she didn’t move.

Dad was already dead,

but she didn’t want me to go too.

She tried to plead with Voldemort…

but he just laughed…”

“That’s enough!” said Slughorn suddenly, raising a shaking hand”

FIN

Voldemort played by the grossly talented @sirussly

Happy Friday the 13th!

sirussly:

For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.

– Alexander Pope

( A little birthday gift for @asktheboywholived, who is the biggest piece of Jily trash I’ve ever met. )

He told me someone predicted you’d marry each other.

Lily, you dating James yet?

…

ipaintjily:

After talking about their future
“I want you there.”
“I will be.”

DeviantArt

Lily: You’re late.
James: You’re stunning.
Lily: You’re forgiven.

October 31st

Remus, Sirius, and Marlene had been at a Halloween party, but when they lost Sirius and the party got boring they figured he’d gone to the James and Lily’s (because where else?), and decided to show up pretending to be ‘trick or treaters’. They walk down the streets of Godric’s Hollow laughing.

Remus: “Uh not because of your outfit… Just… You look very uh pretty…”

Marlene laughs as Remus dwells on his stupid choice of words for a while, and in that moment they turn a corner and immediately see that something is horribly wrong a little down the road. The Potter’s house.

Marlene stands frozen to the ground for a second as Remus starts running towards the Potters house pulling his wand out of his pocket as he runs. He storms in through the open front door.

Remus backs slowly away from the doorway unable to understand the terribly frightful scene in front of him. It couldn’t be them. His James. His Lily. He turns his head away from the sight in frustration and spots a still figure a little longer down the road. He needs answers, so he approaches the figure. Wand ready. Marlene’s cry fading away in the distance.

Remus: “Oh fuck… What is happening?!”

Remus: “Pads?”

Remus: “Where is Peter?!”

As he shifts and moves a little closer he realises that this is not his Sirius.

cinephilebitch:

Because today it’s her birthday! Happy birthday, Evans! Or better said, Potter! xD

prongsdied:

know what makes me cry?

in deathly hallows when harry and hermione go see james and lily’s gravestone and they see hundreds upon hundreds of messages scribbled on or around the grave that say “good luck harry!”, “here’s to the boy who lived” and others of the sort.

they all knew harry would come to see his parents, and everyone knew that in that moment he would grieve, just like they all did. All of those hundreds of people visited james and lily’s grave, and each one of them wanted to tell harry that although he was an orphan, he was loved by so many.

i also can’t help but think that the first message scribbled on there was “you are loved, harry” written by remus two nights after halloween. every visitor since has made their own addition over it, but if you look very closely near the bottom of the grave, you can see it. every full moon the message glows faintly.

Jily Headcanon #1

book-o-spells:

I have a headcanon that Lily, ironically, loved flowers and during fourth or fifth year James found out. So when he tried to woo Lily he would always have a bunch of flowers as well. Every week there would be a new type of flower (don’t even ask how much trouble he got into with Professor Sprout), roses, daffodils, daises, tulips, just about every flower you could possibly imagine.

This carried on until early sixth year, until one day Lily had received an angry letter from Petunia about how she was such a freak and how her boyfriend, Vernon didn’t want to come to the house anymore because she was so weird. Lily was absolutely heart broken, when James showed up with a bunch of petunias.

“Evans, I got you some flowers…” he said. At that point, Lily burst into tears and was violently sobbing. James was shocked because she’d never broken down before when he gave her flowers.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said and he helped her back into the Common Room, where they sat down. “Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

Lily really needed a friend right now and maybe, just maybe, Potter would understand. First she just talked and talked about her sister, but she realised how good James was at listening, so she kept talking about everything. The war, how scared she was, that Transfiguration test she was so sure she would fail. James listened like he’d never listened before, and when she was done he pulled her into a hug and told her everything would be okay.

And that was the day Potter and Evans became friends.