[✓ ] love, me. ❥ james potter

31 of october, 1981

my dearest little harry,

i love you more than you could ever imagine.
i know you will grow up and do great things.
and i am so incredibly excited to see it happen.
your father and i are already convinced you're going to be a quidditch star.
i mean, what with me being the greatest seeker of all time and your father being a fairly good chaser, (he claims he's better than me, but i disagree)
you're bound to be good.
it's genetics.
the problem is what position you'll play...
he says you'll be a chaser like him,
but i'm sure you'll be a seeker.
you're already getting practice in!
uncle paddy got you a toy broomstick for your first birthday, and your father and i have you chasing the cat for practice!
you're fairly good for a one year old!
anyway, enough about quidditch...
i want you to know, that the moment i laid my eyes on you, i knew you were going to do great things, harry.
and even though those things have yet to happen, i am already so incredibly proud of you.

an incredible amount of love, mum.

~~~

rose gingerly placed the piece of parchment into an envelope, then heated a wax seal to close it.

the wax was red, of course, and the stamp rose used to press the envelope shut had a single, intricate, red rose.

the young woman then placed the letter into a shoe box which resided on a shelf in harry's room. a small smile graced her fair features when she heard a shrill giggle.

placing the box back in its rightful place, she then started out the door and down the stairs. upon entering the living room, rose saw the most adorable sight; james had his wand out, colourful bubbles of smoke were flowing from the tip and harry's chubby arms were reaching out to grasp them, the messy haired child giggling along with his cheerful father.

rose approached the duo happily before addressing her husband,

"it's harry's bedtime, james." the woman said.

james nodded in response before talking to his baby son, "time for bed, harry." the small child gurgled in response, clinging to his mother when she lifted him from his father's arms.

as rose began walking up the stairs, baby talking harry the whole time of course, james leaned back into the couch and rubbed his hands over his face tiredly. an exasperated sigh breathily leaving his lips. his glasses were skewed as he closed his eyes, though only temporarily.

for at that moment, history was beginning.

an earsplitting crash caused james potter to jump from the couch in a startled manner before the man noticed the front door of his home was now in the middle of the living room.

rose's thundering footsteps could be heard bouncing down the stairs to see what was causing the commotion.

standing in the doorway was none other than lord voldemort.

"rose, take harry and go! it's him! run! i'll hold him off."

james had no wand in hand. it lay forgotten on the couch side table, laying pointlessly. the last spell it ever cast being a form of entertainment for its owner's son. a son that would soon grow up without his father, for a bright flash of green filled the home of the potter family for the first time that night.

and james fleamont potter lay dead at the feet of lord voldemort.

voldemort glided his way toward and up the stairs where rose was comforting her only child. her infant child. the woman sat on her knees in front of harry's crib, her nimble index finger had harry's small, chubby fist wrapped tightly around it whilst the mother cried silently and whispered sweet nothings.

"i love you. harry, you are so loved."

crystal tears were flowing from emerald eyes. tears that would soon seep into the very pores of her skin when she lay dead in the middle of her son's room.

because rose elizabeth potter knew what she had to do.

she had to save her son's life. no matter the cost.

and so, when lord voldemort swept into the room of harry james potter, rose evans stood firmly in front of the crib that contained harry.

"stand aside. i am not here for you." the cold words were almost a hiss as they flowed smoothly off of the dark lord's tongue.

"no." was the last word that ever rolled from the tongue of rose potter, for a second beam of green light filled the potter home for the second time that night.

there rose elizabeth potter lay; dead at the feet of lord voldemort.

and the rest is history...

not gonna lie, this took so long to update because i did not want to kill rose or james lol btw this is unedited sooo... 🤷🏼‍♀️