She's Dating A Marauder || James Potter

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

       "RUN, KHIANNA! RUN!" MATTHEO RIDDLE, son of Voldemort, yelled towards the golden brown haired beauty who is the love of his life, Khianna Minerva Stark. The girl turned around to look at Mattheo who was being dragged away by Death Eaters with Draco Malfoy, the boy who had no choice. They tried to escape while Harry Potter, the boy who lived was preoccupied by Professor Severus Snape who countered each attack that the chosen one sent his way out of despise and anger.

Seeing the boy who she has started to learn how to love being dragged away like some wild animal that needed to be tamed. Seeing her bestfriend being force to run away from Hogwarts.

Everything was in utter chaos, the first moment you were in the room of requirements with Mattheo. The next you stood outside near Hagrid's Burning Hut watching the fight go down.

Then all of a sudden, everything went into slow motion.

"Khianna, watch out!" You heard Hermione Granger, your bestfriend yell from the distance as she ran towards you with Ron Weasley.

Oh, but it was too late. A spell was flying to you and fast as you reacted by stepping backwards. The bright red light hits the pendant you wore around your neck.

A gasp came from you as you look up. The last thing you saw was Bellatrix Lestrange smirking your way before running off into the forbidden forest with the rest of the Death Eaters.

Next thing, you knew was you were spinning and everything around you moved quickly.

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16 YEARS AGO

"Mavis, you need to let him see her"

The girl named Mavis ignored the woman who called for her in a strict tone as she only focused on the newborn child in her arms. Her beautiful baby girl who is faced asleep, snuggling to her chest.

"Mavis McGonagall—"

Mavis McGonagall cuts off the woman, not allowing her to finish her sentence, "Tony will be here. He just needs finish some papers back at the company—"

"You know for a fact that I am not talking about Tony" It was the woman's turn to cut her daughter off.

"Mom... not yet" Mavis shook her head, looking up to meet her mother's eyes. The woman saw how glossy her daughter's eyes.

She continued to speak, "You know what happened—"

"He has every right to meet her, Mavis Honey" The woman said looking worried as she had this begging look directed to her daughter.

"You know what situation his family is under. I will— I will not let He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named find out about my daughter's relation to him. Mom, she is just a baby" Mavis stated in a hushed voice.

The woman sat down on the chair next to the hospital bed, holding onto her daughters hand. "Mavis—"

"We are in war, Mom..." Mavis spoke in a whisper "She will not be in the middle of it"

"They are soulmates, Mavis! You can't get in between that. War or not. He has every right to meet her, to see her" The woman stated firmly, not backing down. Fighting for the right of the soulmate of her granddaughter

Mavis' lips quivered, "But, what if he targets her as well? She is just a baby... my baby" Mavis whispers as the woman gives her daughter a warm smile.

The woman named Minerva McGonagall or rather known as Professor McGonagall only said

"We are here and you know that he will protect her at all cost"

Mavis looks down to the lovely baby in her arms, she only nods before looking back up to meet her mother's eyes.

"Okay..."

McGonagall smiles, "I'll owl him then" She informed her daughter.

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The door opened after three knocks echoed the room. McGonagall's looked up to the door as it opened to show a boy who looked the same age as Mavis. 20 years old.

He wore black-rimmed spectacles, dark brown hair messy that was untamable no matter how many times he brushes it and puts on gel. He wore simple maroon t-shirt, black trousers and brown boots.

McGonagall stood up as the boy greeted him with a, "Hey, Minnie" He smiled cheekily, the hint of mischief still evident in his eyes.

Mischief that never seem to fade away. The same mischief that McGonagall saw the first time he saw the boy.

"Mr. Potter, how many times shall I tell you to not call me that?" McGonagall asked with a raise brow.

"I lost count"

James Potter answered with a teasing grin towards his former Professor in Transfiguration. The sound of crying made James' blue eyes directed towards the adorable noise.

James watches Mavis try to calm down the wailing baby as best as she could, cradling the little one in her arms as she hushes the baby girl in her arms to calm down.

"Sweetie, come on. Please calm down" Mavis begged the baby, looking really frustrated.

"She has been crying for the past hour now" McGonagall informed a very confused James.

The latter walked forward to the hospital bed, standing beside it. James looks at the crying baby before to Mavis who really looked like she doesn't know what to do anymore.

"May I?" James asked gently, gesturing to the baby.

Mavis looked at James, she sighs before nodding. With that, James gently takes the baby in his arms and just when the baby came in contact with him, the baby calms down.

The crying stops. Looks were sent between Mother and Daughter.

James' blue eyes meets the electric blueish gray of the little one in his arms. That's when a smile came to his lips, eyes becoming glossy with tears threatening to fall.

"Hey, Love" James whispers, lovingly. Rocking his arms side to side, softly.

The baby girl only looks back at him, looking curious as she puts her small fist to her mouth. The baby tilted it's head to the side.

A tear fell from James' eyes as he chuckled sadly and happily. "I miss you, Darling... so much" He talked to the baby.

James sits down on the chair by the corner as he cradled the baby in his arms, never taking his eyes off her.

The baby then giggled up to James, lifting her hands and doing grabby hands. The latter chuckled.

"I love you, Khia..." James whispered "...I'm so sorry"

And that was night, James was able to see his greatest love once again.

The night he was able to be mesmerize, captivate and drown in those beautiful electric blueish gray eyes of Khianna Minerva Stark.