history repeats itself.
james sirius potter x fem!oc
harry potter next generation
cover: "the lovers" by aseamlessbonds on deviantart
not edited AT ALL. lots of grammatical errors and plot holes.
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EPILOGUE
the time after!
"LOUISROSIER has caught the snitch! England wins the 2027 Quidditch World Cup!" the announcer yelled into the microphone. "This is a historic win as England has not won the Quidditch World Cup in 140 years!"
Lily Edwards, Henry and Will Stints-Anderson, Ryan Allen-Chang, Ruby and Charlie Oswold, Estelle Nguyen, Ben Thomas, Dean Thomas, Olivia Thomas, Seamus Finnegan, Lysander Scamander, Lily Luna Potter, Lorcan Scamander, Fred Weasley II, Albus Severus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, Teddy, Victoire and Remus Lupin II and the rest of the Potter-Weasley clan immediately erupted into cheering.
James Sirius Potter pumped his fist into the air as he flew over to the goal posts and high-fived Nyah Thomas. They both did a victory lap as red and white fireworks went off. The crowd cheered as the whole team gathered in the middle of the pitch's grass to celebrate.
Nyah jumped into James's arms as the rest of the team celebrated and he spun her around. They both were hysterically laughing as they soaked in the pride and energy from the crowds. The camera followed them as they embraced and stayed on James as he waved to the crowd, making them go wild.
James looked up, once Nyah was safely on the ground and tackling Louis into a hug, the only thing he could see were the bright, white flashing lights. The photographs, videos and stadium lights bombarded his vision. However, if he looked up, he could see the red and white fireworks marking his victory and one star — the Northern star, or rather, the Sirius star. The brightest star in the sky.
He smiled and thought of those who came before him. Because they weren't just the people he'd learned about in history books, they were his family. They were the blood that ran through his veins. They were his name. His title. Because he was nothing if not his past.
The only thing he could hear were the deafening screams and shouts and the blood pumping in his ears from a well fought match.
The only things he could feel were how badly his hands hurt, the sweat that made his hair stick to his forehead, the hands clapping his shoulder and ruffling his hair in congratulations and the small, velvet bag that he'd kept on his person everyday for seven months.
He had to go to her. Because what was the point of climbing to the top of the mountain if you didn't have someone to pitch a tent and enjoy the view with?
He smiled effortlessly and bid farewell to his teammates as he found Nyah.
"Let's go up!" he exclaimed as he gestured towards the Minister's Box which held their family.
