The stadium buzzed with excitement as the Quidditch match started. Gryffindor banners fluttered in the chilly breeze, and the roar of the crowd was almost deafening. Rosalyn scanned the stands, her heart racing as she clutched the Gryffindor jersey that belonged to James.
"Lyn! We're over here!" Sirius's voice cut through the noise, and she spotted him waving excitedly. She grinned and hurried over, settling beside him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, a warm shield against the cool air.
"I see you're wearing Prongs’ jersey," he teased, ruffling her hair playfully. She nudged him, rolling her eyes but unable to suppress her smile.
As the match kicked off, cheers erupted from the Gryffindor supporters. Marlene, Remus, and Peter joined them, the group becoming a chaotic blend of excitement and laughter.
Remus glanced around. "Where’s Lily?"
Marlene shrugged. "She’s sitting with Severus."
"Snivellus, you mean," Peter said with his mouth full of punpkin pasties, and everyone chuckled, the familiar teasing bringing a lightness to the moment.
The match reached a fever pitch, and as the final whistle blew, Gryffindor emerged victorious once again. The crowd erupted, and James’s eyes darted through the throng, searching for one person in particular. When they finally found Rosalyn, his heart raced. She looked radiant, wearing his jersey with pride.
Pushing through the crowd, he barely noticed the other girls who congratulated him. All that mattered was reaching her. Rosalyn’s cheeks flushed as he drew near, her breath catching slightly.
“Congratulations, James! You were amazing up there,” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him in an exuberant hug
He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly. “Thank you, Rose. You look... breathtaking,” he said, his voice softening as he held her a moment longer than necessary.
“This jersey suits you more than me,” she replied, a shy smile gracing her lips.
Their locked eyes, the world around them fading into a blur of cheers and celebration. In that instant, it was just the two of them—James and Rosalyn, caught in a bubble of shared warmth and unspoken feelings.
Amid the jubilation of Gryffindor’s victory, James realized that the only thing he truly wanted was to hold onto this moment, to hold onto her. And in his heart, he knew he never wanted to let go.
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His Rose | James Potter
FanfictionDear reader, What if there was an alternate universe where there was no Voldemort? What if there was an alternate universe where James was never in love with Lily? What if there was an alternate universe where Snape and Lily were together? What if...
