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Motionless

by lovesickjily

He'd always considered himself a superhero.

No, not that sort of superhero, not the one who was completely for adopting a latex suit of some sort as the most iconic aspect of his or hers— no offence to all of those who did wear such uncomfortable outfits for whatever reason, because such people of power were all bloody awesome, if he did say so himself.

He wasn't going to be slinging spider webs out of his hands any time soon, nor was he going to take any unnaturally giant being out with just the sheer force of his bare hands, though either of such would have been absolutely wicked considering the fact that he practically idolised such men since he'd been a child.

No, if one were to compare him to the likes of the larger-than-life characters, well, then he'd just be James. He was James, in fact. James Potter, who probably looked to be living that Clark Kent double-life, if he was to be judged by his outward appearance, what with his glasses and messier-than-should-be-allowed hair, but he didn't stop menacing villains on the side, simply because he was definitely not a superhero.

It didn't matter that he thought that he was just about cool enough to be a hero, or if he demonstrated courage through his more-than-reckless stunts that he pulled with his best mates daily, or if his kindness could be shown through helping his mum with the chores everyday, or even the mere fact that he'd somehow been born with the ability to stop time at whichever moment and time he wanted. He was not that sort of superhero.

Er, well.

At least he wanted to convince himself that that sort of superhero life wouldn't work, but alas, words carried a much different power than actions did.

In truth, he found himself stopping time for good reasons, like the occasional stopping time to catch someone who had been so obviously cheating on an exam. Yes, justice had been served that one time he'd done that, because it meant that those who had actually worked for their grades wouldn't be put to shame by the fact that some cheater had scored just about as high as they did. If he ever had the chance though, he'd definitely use his powers for the greater good, but because this wasn't New York City, he was not be to greeted by the likes of King Kong or the Green Goblin any time soon. And honestly, thank heavens for that.

He would have absolutely hated to use his powers for something as horrible as stealing from the bank— which he honestly had no need to do, considering the immense wealth that his parents carried and gave him access to— or taking horrible advantage of unsuspecting women— he even shuddered to think about doing such a thing.

Most of the time, anyway.

It wasn't as if he hadn't used the power to his advantage when playing tricks on his friends, who were none the wiser whenever he planned a surprise 'attack,' because there wasn't even much they could do in defence of themselves, anyway. He could have warned them that he was about to pull a prank on them, but what would it matter if they couldn't do a thing while frozen in place? It did feel unfair though, and so he'd taken to doing it less often than he'd used to, not to mention the fact that it got a bit old after the first hundreds of times that he'd done it. Well, somewhat old, because it was still funny to see Sirius fall on his face whenever he tied his laces together, but the pranks weren't enough for his mate to make the decision to invest in the disgrace that was velcro.

And James wasn't stupid either, because he used his ability for practical purposes too. Take, for instance, when the alarm for early classes went off, he'd simply just freeze time to catch up on all of the sleep that he wanted, or if he pushed an assignment off to the very last day, he easily used his abilities to give him all the time in the world to finish it in ample time.