James Potter (II)

Guys i'm hiped up so I shall hipe u up its NATIONAL NECK CARE DAY-- wait what? anyway here is a Harry Potter memes:D

Anddd one more

Minerva had enough :') Enjoy ur day / night <3

so, in order to get myself back into the "groove" of writing potter stuff, I've decided to put together an "extended ending" of sorts for Deathly Hallows, so here's that:

Harry Potter stood at Platform 9¾, his wife, Ginerva standing on his right side. On his left was his best friend and brother in law, Ronald Weasley. In front of Harry and Ginny was their daughter Lily. On Ronald's left stood his wife, Hermione Granger and in front of them stood their son, Hugo Granger-Weasley. They all watched as the familiar scarlet steam engine sped out of view. Once the train was completely out of sight Harry Potter turned away and began to walk back to the barrier, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Hugo, and Lily following behind. The family walked back to the barrier to platforms 9 and 10. "Ok, I've got to go," said Harry, "Mustn't be late," he waved goodbye to his friends and children, gave he wife a kiss on the cheek, and disapparated on the spot. Harry apparated onto the familiar streets of Hogsmeade. He checked his watch, he was perfectly on time. "If i hurry i reckon I'll see the sorting," Harry said to himself and he began walking up the street towards the nearby Hogwarts castle. He'd reached it sooner than he expected to. He walked through the front gates, stopping to look at Hagrid's hut. He smiled, then walked over to the castle's front doors and went inside. He walked through the hallway and into the great hall, he saw the headmistress and other staff setting up and talking and went to help. "Blimey Harry, there you are, was beginning to worry," said Neville jokingly. "Hi Neville," Harry spoke, greeting Neville happily. "See your sons off ok Harry,?" Neville asked, "Yes they're fine," Harry said. "And does Albus know or are you gonna have it be a surprise?," Neville smugly questioned. Harry chuckled, "No he doesn't, James is the only one of the kids that knows, and i just hope he doesn't ruin the surprise. He's a lot like Fred and George, James is,." Harry finished, "Yeah," said Neville, "Definitely,." "I'm going to wear my dads old cloak during the sorting and the feast. I wanna keep it secret until his first Defence Against The Dark Arts lesson,." Harry added, "Good call," said Neville. "I bet it'll be an unforgettable experience. Seeing the look on his face when he sees that his own father is teaching him,." Neville said and Harry nodded, "One in a million," Harry finished. The next few hours went by without much happening, the students were sorted. Albus though (Harry noticed) looked very anxious when he was sorted into Slytherin. But (to Harry's pleased suprise) he saw Scorpius comforting him when Albus sat down at the table (by giving him positive advice and compliments and encouraging him to eat when the feast started, etc.). Harry figured he'd be ok until lessons. But Harry told himself that he'd talk to his son after class after Al's first DADA lesson on the fourth (since the 2nd was a Saturday). the 2nd and 3rd went by with nothing much happening, Albus' first DADA lesson was on the fourth. The lesson went well, the class was engaged, and Albus was (to Harry's delight) positively astonished. And he certainly looked less anxious then he did two days ago (though Harry thought he still looked a tad on edge). Then after the lesson, Albus hung behind to talk to Harry. "Wow dad, you were brilliant," Albus said, sounding impressed. "Thanks," said Harry, "But forget about that, I wanna talk to you.," Harry finished, "Me,?" said Albus looking more nervous, "Why me,?" "Because i saw you at the feast. I was under my dad's old cloak, watching you, you looked nervous, are you ok,?" Harry said fatherly, Albus simply looked solemnly at the floor before looking back up at his father. "Uh...I don't know, i guess I just feel like I have big expectations to live up to. Like people see me and think, 'Oh his dad's one of the greatest wizards in history' and it feels like I can't live up to that,." Albus finished, Harry smiled softly at him. "Al'," Harry said, "You don't need to be me, be your own person. There will always be people who compare us, but don't let them distract you from being you. I don't care who you are, slytherin or not, as long as you're you. I see you already have a very good friend in Scorpius (at the mention Harry saw Albus go slightly scarlet in the face, as other Weasley family members sometimes did). Let him be your anchor to help you remember that you're not me, you're you,." Harry finished and Albus looked like he felt better, "Thanks dad," Albus said gratefully, "Anytime son,." Harry said as he hugged his son and then watched him exit the room to go to his next class.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, where the sun streamed through the windows, casting warm patches of light on the wooden floor. Harry Potter stood in the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry, his voice echoing through the house.

“Gin! Where are you?” he called, an amused grin on his face. He was searching for the last of the biscuits, but his thoughts drifted to his wife, Ginny, and how much he loved the little moments they shared.

In the living room, their son James, a bright-eyed six-year-old with messy black hair, overheard his dad’s call. Misunderstanding the playful shout, he furrowed his brow, thinking that perhaps his dad was craving something stronger than biscuits.

“Daddy, you want some gin?” James asked innocently, holding up a small bottle of gin he had discovered in the corner of the kitchen cupboard. He had seen it there once during a family dinner and thought it looked interesting.

Just then, Ginny came down the stairs, her hair cascading in waves behind her. She had been tidying up the guest room and was surprised to hear James’s words. Her heart raced as she rushed into the room, her expression a mix of shock and concern.

“James! What do you have there?” she exclaimed, her eyes wide as she approached her son.

James, oblivious to her alarm, proudly held the bottle aloft. “Look, Mum! Daddy wants gin! Is that for him?”

Ginny’s heart sank. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s not for you to hold! It’s not a toy!” She quickly knelt down to James’s level, her voice softening. “That’s an adult drink, and it’s not safe for little boys.”

Harry turned around just then, a puzzled look on his face. “What’s going on?” He noticed the bottle in James’s hands and the worried look on Ginny’s face.

“I thought you were calling for gin, Dad!” James said, his eyes wide with innocence. “I thought you wanted this!”

Harry chuckled, realizing the misunderstanding. “Oh, no, buddy! I was calling for your mum, Ginny. That’s just a nickname I have for her.”

Ginny took a deep breath, relief flooding over her. “You’re lucky I came down when I did, James. I didn’t expect to find you with that!”

James looked between his parents, confusion etched on his face. “But why do you call her Gin? Is it because of the drink?”

Ginny exchanged an amused smile with Harry. “No, love. It’s just a nickname. Like how we call you ‘Jamesy’ sometimes.”

“Oh!” James said, his little face lighting up. “So, you’re not supposed to drink gin until you’re a grown-up?”

“Exactly,” Ginny said, ruffling his hair. “And I’d prefer you to stick with pumpkin juice for now.”

Harry stepped forward, taking the bottle gently from James’s hands. “Let’s put this back where it belongs, shall we?”

As they returned the bottle to the cupboard, Ginny couldn’t help but laugh, the tension melting away. “I think I’ll stick to my nickname and keep the gin for special occasions.”

“Like when you win another Quidditch match?” James asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Exactly!” Ginny said, winking at her son. “But let’s make sure you’re old enough to celebrate with us when that happens.”

As they all shared a laugh, Harry wrapped an arm around Ginny, grateful for the warmth of their family and the little moments that made life so magical.

Dame Maggie Smith, Oscar-winner and, the actress for Professor Minerva McGonagall, has died aged 89, she was a Brillant actress and a huge part of Harry Potter we'll miss her Thank you for everything you gave to the franchise, let's raise our wands!

Titles: What is he to people he related to.

NOTE: Just because Harry didn't name any of his children after Hagrid, doesn't mean he didn't care about Hagrid. He didn't name any of his kids after Ron or Hermione (who are both godparents to James Sirius) or Neville (who is godfather to Albus Severus), and they were his best friends! He didn't name his kids after anyone else who cared about him like Fred Weasley (George named his son after Fred), McGonagall, Arthur or Molly Weasley (Percy named his eldest daughter Molly), Remus Lupin (that is up to Teddy to name his future kids after his late father), etc. What do you want, a thousand kids? Also, Lily Luna Potter is the only child of Harry and Ginny who was named after a person still living at the end of the series: Luna still lived while Lily, James, Sirius, Albus, and Severus all had died.

There once was a boy named Harry

Destined to be a star

His parents were killed by Voldemort

Who gave him a lightning scar

Albus: hurry up, James! We're gonna be late!

Harry: Ok, James, come with ur mom

(both disappear into the wall of platform 9 and three-quarters)

James: I can do this... *sigh*

(runs into wall with Ginny)

(finds himself beside a red train)

James: I knew I could do it!

Albus: Hey, watch out! It's a thestral!

James: What? Where? I thought you can't see them

Albus: *laugh*

Harry: Enough jokin' around, kiddos, we needto find them...

Ginny: There they are! *points at granger-weasley family*

Ron: Albus, my man!

Albus: *Fist bump*

Ron: Howdy there, Quiet Kid!

James: I'm not quiet, you know. Albus is the nerd

Ron: Oooooookayyyy... How was your day, Harry?

Harry: Um.... *glances at James* It was fine... How about you?

James: *climbs aboard the train*

Albus: Hey, wait up!

James: do you mind if I sit here?

Scorpius: No, I don't! come here.

Albus: Hey, James...

James: What?!

Albus: That guy's Scorpius Malfoy...

James: *jumps up* Holy cow!

(very later)

James overhears conversation between Harry and Amos

Amos: Use the time machine thingy to save my son, you freak!

Harry: nope, not happening, old man

Delphi: Hi, handsome

James: WHO R U???!!!

Delphi: calm down I'm just a murderer! either that or I'm Delphi Diggory...

(later)

James: Amos DIggory, I don't like your attitude towards my father. He's still Harry Potter, but he doesn't deserve that

Amos: Quite the pit bull aren't you? Say, why don't you time travel for me?

I heard you like adventures and exciting travels!

James: Not happening, old man...

Amos: My son needs to be saved! You'll become a hero

James: Nope! No way! No! N-O! Not happening! is that clear?

Amos: OK...

No time glitch

No being kidnapped by delphi

No fighting with Harry

The Potter family is a very old one, but it was never (until the birth of Harry James Potter) at the very forefront of wizarding history, contenting itself with a solid and comfortable existence in the backwaters. The Potters in general were good people who were, for many generations, Pure-blood, up until the birth of Harry Potter in 1980, but they were excluded from the Sacred Twenty-Eight due to their egalitarian stance on blood purity.

During the First and Second Wizarding Wars, the Potters supported the Order of the Phoenix and opposed Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. James and Lily Potter were both Order members who defied Voldemort three times and fought in the First Wizarding War while their son Harry Potter defied Voldemort seven times. On 31 October, 1981 James and Lily's fourth encounter with Voldemort was their last. He murdered them as they attempted to protect their infant son, Harry.

They were also a very wealthy family, but despite this wealth, they were also very charitable people who were sympathetic to the poor. Although they were all good people, which Potter do you think was the least likable (and explain why)?

Fleamont Potter (d. 1979)

Euphemia Potter (d. 1979)

James Potter I (1960-81)

Lily J. Potter (née Evans) (1960-81)

Harry Potter (b. 1980)

Ginevra "Ginny" Potter (née Weasley) (b. 1981)

James Potter II (b. 2004)

Albus Potter (b. 2006)

Lily L. Potter (b. 2008)

Check out the prolouge too!

“Accio water!” shouted 15-year-old Albus Potter, summoning a glass of water. It floated in the air towards him, and just as Albus was about to take a sip…

“Wingardium Leviosa!” hollered 17-year-old James just as Albus put the cup to his mouth.

“Finite.” Albus said thorugh the cup, dryly, terminating the first spell's effects.

“You gotta stop falling for th-” started Jamess.

“ALBUS!!!” yelled Harry Potter, coming down the stairs.

“JAMES!” shouted Ginny Potter, following close behind the former, yet slightly still popular, legend of a husband.

“WHAT HAVE WE TOLD YOU ABOUT DUELING IN THE HOUSE!?” they bellowed at the same time. Just before they got down the stairs, James apparated away. Albus made a face at his mother.

“Hey! No fair!” whined Albus.

“Albus,” said Ginny. “We have told you this too many times, Mister. If this continues, I will levicorpus you.” she scolded. When she saw Albus’s smirk, she added quickly, “This is not a joke. Unless, of course, you would like to pay for repairs.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Albus replied quickly. He was saving up for a Nimbus 2004. He could not afford household repairs, especially with his life savings of a sock half full of Galleons, Sickles, and a few Knuts, the wizarding currency.

“And go clean up that mess this second!” Ginny ordered, gesturing to the knocked over furniture and the water on the floor.

“Yes, ma’am.” replied Albus. There was no getting out of this one.

“Your mother’s right.” agreed Harry. “Once you clean this up, go to your room.” He said. “No magic,” Harry said as Albus was getting out his wand. “Just because you are being raised around magic doesn't mean you have to use it for everything. I was just fine without magic for eleven years. You can survive five minutes without it. Now hand over the wand.” said Harry firmly.

“But Dad, I-” started Albus.

“No buts. Now.” said Ginny. Albus reluctantly handed it over. Then he picked up the overturned chair, put it at the table, put the flowers back in the vase, and mopped up the water. When he was done, he looked at his mother and father and questioned,

“What about James? He was dueling too!”

“We will take care of it.” said Ginny. Harry handed Albus his wand back, then Ginny added,

“To your room now.”

“Yes ma’am.” said Albus. And the boy trudged back to his room.

“Ginny,” Harry began.He quickly checked to make sure Albus was out of earshot and James hadn't come back yet.

“My scar was hurting. Then I was seeing these visions of an Elder Wand and Voldemort. I think that’s gonna be an issue. And how? I destroyed the only one years ago.” he explained.

“Well, there are other wand makers out there, right?” said Ginny.

“Yes, but who made it isn’t my point. It’s the fact that it’s even in existence. There’ll be fighting, there could be a war, there could be-” Harry didn’t get to finish because Ginny placed a finger on his lips, hushing him for the time being.

“There is no reason to worry about that now. It could’ve just been your mind wandering off.” said Ginny.

Harry started to walk away, but bumped into apparently nothing that felt suspiciously like a something.

Just then, James materialized out from under his Invisibility Cloak.

“Hi.” he said, acting casual.

“James Sirius Potter, you are in HUGE trouble. You’d better not tell your brother.” scolded Ginny angrily.

“And give me that cloak,” said Harry, just as angry with him as Ginny. “You will get it back when you know how to use it appropriately. And you’re already in big trouble for dueling in the house.” said his father. “Go to your room,”

James tried to walk away with the cloak, but Harry grabbed his hand, pried the cloak out, and let James continue on.

“What now?” Ginny asked Harry. “Now that James knows about it... Do you think he’s gonna go on some wild goose chase?”

“I don’t know, but maybe we could, I do know, leash him from doing so?” Harry dropped down to a whisper. “Put a Taboo on the word Elder Wand or something.”

“Probably not because-” Ginny didn’t get a chance to finish, because out of the blue, they heard Albus say,

“No way!”

“Yes way,” They heard James say. Then they heard rummaging, and the sound footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Oh, crap.” said Harry and Ginny simultaneously. Then, they casted invisibility spells on each other, and tiptoed toward the door. They stood by the door, and about ten seconds later, Albus and James came down, both lugging tote bags along with them. As James was about to reach for the doorknob, he felt something grab his wrist.

“Stupefy!” James shouted in a panic. Two figures in-glamourized on the floor.

So I'm on the marauders side of this fandom which is not as stable as the main era one. 2 days ago someone just got into the 1920s with the fifth *known* (mostly headcanons) about Harry's great-grandfather who was given the name Henry so now we have Henry, Fleamont, James, Harry, James-Al-Lily. If it gets even wilder we'll soon enough get fancast for the three brothers..

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