Harry Potter Imagines

Escape || James Potter

Today was going to be awful.

You just new it.

Today the Potter's where coming around to have dinner with your family because your dad is friends with Mister Potter.

"Come on (y/n), you have to get ready to greet our guests." Your mother sang happily as she looked through your cupboard.

"I am ready." You groaned, rolling over in bed. You had spent the whole day in bed and refused to leave it.

"(y/n), you're in your pyjamas." Your mother scoffed, rummaging through the ugly dinner dresses she had bought you. 

"I'll have you know that some outstanding things can be done when one is in their pyjamas." You sighed, placing your arm over your eyes to shield them from the light. 

"Stop being so ridiculous and put this on." Your mother spoke in a sharp, fed-up tone and placing a frilly green dress. Raising an eyebrow you looked over at your mother.

"Now look who's being ridiculous. We both know that I don't wear dresses." You spoke as you stretched out your stiff limbs across the bed. Your mother glared at you.

"The Potters will be here in ten minutes, I expect you to be dressed properly and down stairs. Do not embarrass your father and I like you did last time." And with that she strode out of the room.

Your parents didn't like to break traditions. They loved rules, where strict and where against muggles . You on the other hand loved muggle cloths, you didn't mind breaking rules and you always thought of your self as a rather relaxed person.

'Well, I'm not wearing that crap.' 

You thought as you unwillingly pulled of the covers of your warm bed. Standing over the dress your mother picked out you rolled your eyes, picked up the dress and shoved it into the back of the cupboard. 

You then proceeded to move to a small space behind your writing desk, where, hidden in the wall was a small storage space, in which you kept all your muggle cloths.

You grabbed your favourite pair of jeans, an old graphic t-shirt you found in a muggle charity shop, an old, vintage jacket and a pair of black biker boots. 

You didn't bother to try and do anything about your hair, it was to wild. Sticking your wand into your boot you checked your watched and realised you where running a bit late, not that it bothered you.

Upon opening your bedroom door, you could hear voices coming from the floor below. One voice you recognised belonged to James Potter.

You both went to Hogwarts, you would occasionally see him around but not bothered to talk to him. You never really understood why other girls made such a big deal about him. Admittedly, he was kind of good looking, but other than that, you just didn't understand.

Stuffing your hands into your pockets you walked calmly down stairs. All eyes fell on you, everyone was dressed properly for the occasion, well, except you. Your Mother and Father glared at you but the Potters on the other hand beamed.

"(y/n) dear! It's great to see you." Mrs Potter exclaimed pulling you into a hug, to which you returned. 

"It's nice to see you again too, Mrs Potter." You answered, pulling away and noticing out of the corner of your eye your parents scowling slightly. 

"Why doesn't everyone go into the sitting room while we wait for the other families and for (y/n) to get properly dressed." Your mother stated politely but glaring at you. The fact that their where more families other than the Potters where coming tonight was more than a shock to you, and obviously to James, who shared the same expression as you.