Happy birthday, Harry James Potter.
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Jily Week: Day 4 (July 31st), Prompt: Birthdays or Pictures
I couldn’t really find a place to work it in, so basically both his parents have now passed away and so they’re sorting through all their stuff.
"James," Lily called, "I’ve found something you might want to see!" She stayed kneeling on the floor as she heard him walk in to the room, the large book open in front of her.
"What is it? Because I’ve just found my old Gryffindor sword. Mum said she chucked it out but she must have kept it, cheeky -" He broke off mid-sentence when he saw what she was looking at. "No. No, no, no." He lent down to grab it but Lily swatted his hand away. "Where did you find it?"
"On the shelf. Next to Dickens. Do you think it was because they were filing it as ‘Dick’?" She smiled at him, patting the floor next to her. James grumbled under his breath but joined her, aware that there was no point in protesting. Lily had already seen it anyway, so it wasn’t like he could stop it. "I can’t believe I’ve never seen this. My mum always broke out the childhood albums when we had people around. I think every one who has ever been to my house - including the postman - has seen me naked at four years old, with chicken pox.”
"Well, we know you’re an exhibitionist." James smirked and Lily punched him in the arm.
"Why are you looking at this?" He asked as she turned a page and promptly burst into laughter.
"Because they’re hilarious." Lily giggled, looking at one picture in particular. It was of James and he was standing up in the bath, hands on his hips with a beard made of bubbles. James felt himself turn red as Lily pointed at a specific part of his anatomy. At two years of age, James hadn’t felt the need to cover any of himself up and stood proudly. His mum was leaning over the bath, splashing water at him, but he was clearly posing for the camera.
Jily Week → Day 4: Pictures
Modern AU dorks taking a selfie :)
happy birthday to me
happy birthday son
happy birthday best friend
happy birthday ya tit
That year, Harry and Neville celebrated their birthdays together. The Leaky Cauldron was packed; every seat, counter, and potted plant was taken. At 11:59 PM, Ron raised his butterbeer, joined by forty others in the crowd. “To the new king of Gryffindor!” He slapped Neville’s shoulder, and the brass crown slipped off the grinning birthday man’s head slightly. The announcement had arrived yesterday: Neville was the new Gryffindor Head of House.
The mechanical dragon on the clock pendulum roared, signaling midnight. Ginny pushed Harry up onto the raised hearth, next to Neville. Dean and Seamus was hoisting a goalpost-sized treacle tart through the crowd as Neville raised a new toast. “And to Harry! Still saving the world!”
Harry protested the statement, but no one heard him over the cheers. Ron handed him a new mug. “Just take it, mate. Honestly, youngest Head Auror in Ministry history. I reckon you’re doomed to make the rest of us look bad.”
Jily Week: Day 3 (July 30th), Prompt: Letters/Notes or Pop Culture
James sighed as a scrunched up piece of parchment landed on top of his work. He’d been trying to start his Charms essay for half an hour but Sirius kept distracting him with notes. Most of them were observations of the people sitting around them (Aubrey looks confused, maybe he forgot how to spell his name. That fifth year keeps making eyes at you. Even if she tried - really really hard - there’s no way Whitcroft could look any uglier.) and they were starting to annoy him. Usually he would join in on Sirius’ people watching but today, when he had a date planned with Lily, he wanted to get all his work finished as soon as possible.
When he looked up to tell Sirius to piss off however, he found that Sirius was reading one of the many books the four boys had filled the table with. There was no smirk on his face and James knew all of his poker faces, which meant the note wasn’t from him. The black haired boy looked over his shoulder to see who it might have been from. He had a sinking feeling it was the fifth year Sirius had mentioned.
"Psst." James’ head jerked to the right at the noise and he grinned (with some relief) when he saw Lily pointing at the note and raising her eyebrows. "Open it." She mouthed.
Still smiling, and no longer annoyed that he’d been distracted, James turned around and opened the note.
I am dying of boredom. Pince kicked Gemma and Mary out for laughing and now I have no one to show my fantastic new Binns imitation to.
James picked up his quill and scribbled out a reply,
I’m guessing she didn’t kick you out because of your big doe eyes. Why don’t you come and sit with us? There’s space and I could use some help with this Charms essay.
Barty Crouch Jr did torture Alice and Frank Longbottom, but I don’t think he’s Neville’s first cousin.
happy birthday to me
happy birthday son
happy birthday potter :):):):):)
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