California Love

Chapter 11 - Consequence

Potter Manor

The room was quiet, the only sound was the house elves repairing the dress. Sirius stood frozen in the doorway, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for Euphemia's reaction.

Euphemia's eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to her mouth in disbelief. "James?" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sirius nodded grimly, his jaw clenched with pent-up frustration and anger. "Yes," he confirmed, his voice low and tight with emotion. "He's the one who did it." He looked down, not having the strength to look Euphemia in her eyes.

"What?" A soft voice said from behind him. he whipped around to find Severa standing there looking shocked. His eyes winded in shock.

"I told you to lay down..." His voice trailed off as she walked past him and into her room.

The revelation hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the room as each person processed the implications of James's actions. Fleamont reached out a comforting hand to Severa, his eyes filled with sympathy and regret.

"I'm so sorry, Severa," he said softly, his voice tinged with sorrow. "I never would have imagined James could do something like this."

Severa shook her head, her jaw set with determination. "It's not your fault, Sir," she replied firmly. "None of this is."

With a resolute expression, Severa made her way over to Letty and another house elf who were diligently repairing her torn dress. Without a word, she joined them, her hands deftly assisting in the delicate task of restoration.

The sight of Severa's unwavering strength and resilience seemed to spark something within Euphemia. With a steely determination, she rose from her seat, her eyes blazing with resolve.

"I won't stand for this," she declared, her voice filled with righteous anger. "James must be held accountable for his actions."

Without waiting for a response, Euphemia stormed out of the room, her footsteps echoing down the corridor as she disappeared from sight. Fleamont hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on Severa before he followed his wife, his expression grave and troubled.

Left alone in the room, Severa continued to work alongside the house elves, her focus unwavering despite the turmoil that surrounded her. As she stitched the fabric of her dress back together, Remus started picking up the rest of the scattered fabric while Sirius and Peter stood in the doorway, everyone was silent.

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James was flying around on his broom without a care in the world, his spirits soaring high with the exhilaration of victory!

His summer was starting to look up. After he had taken care of Snivellus and her little 'dress problem', he talked with his father, and to his delight, he received confirmation that they would still be attending the World Cup.

Life couldn't get any better. With Sniv out of the picture by next week, thanks to his up-and-coming plan, and the prospect of not missing the World Cup, James felt like he was on top of the world.

As he soared through the clear summer sky, the wind rushing past him, James couldn't help but revel in the feeling of triumph. Little did he know, however, that his actions would have far-reaching consequences, ones that would shake the very foundation of his world and change everything he thought he knew about himself and those around him.

"JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER!" James almost fell off his broom at the sound of his mother's voice from below. "GET YOUR BUM DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Startled, James quickly descended from the sky, hovering a few feet above the ground as he landed. His heart raced with apprehension, wondering what could have prompted such a stern summons.