𝙎𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙎 𝙃𝙄𝙈. 𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝘿𝙈𝙄𝙍𝙀𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝙍. In which academic rivals face a challenge that reveals more than their intelligence.
HARRY POTTER NEXT GENERATION
OCxJAMES SIRIUS POTTER
BY SWEATYSTCRKS
I DO NOT OWN the wizarding world or any...
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JAMES HEARD THE Great Hall before he saw it. The sound of voices and laughter reminded him of home. It almost was home if he looked close enough. Somewhere scattered in the hall were most of his cousins and friends.
The crowd had a life of its own. Students flowed like rivers while reuniting with friends. Fourth years shoved second years, causing chaos within the sea of bodies. James saw the look of familiar panic in Fred's eyes, a rare sight to most, especially to those who knew Fred as someone who found pleasure in burning things for fun. Hogwarts believed Fred to be someone who did not panic, but right now he was panicking.
James took his cousin's good wrist and led him away from the warmth of bodies pressing in.
When they both made it to the Gryffindor table Fred sighed in relief. "That was hell." His claustrophobia was almost a secret to everyone outside the family. It came rarely.
James searched his cousin's face for any sign of remaining panic. Fred glanced at James' worried face and said, "I am fine, really it was nothing." Fred went back to his calm and unreadable face as he waved and reunited with the other Gryffindor students.
With Teddy gone, James took the role of the protective and sometimes overbearing family member. Teddy and Victoire graduated. The children of Bill and Fleur were given the option of attending Hogwarts or Beauxbaton, Dominique was the only one who chose Beauxbatons and Lucy refused to leave her favorite cousin alone — they both attended school in France. This left James, the oldest remaining in Hogwarts, in charge of his cousins. The celebrity status of the Potter and Weasley name brought them chaos and unwanted attention. Their circle just included family and a few close family friends, the rest remained outside as they were capable of selling any story to Rita Skeeter or any other hungry reporter. James had a responsibility to keep them out.
"If your worrying is going to clash with this year's fun-"
"It won't, Fred. I promise," James said, sending his cousin a mischievous grin. The prank war with the Slytherins and Ravenclaws had sent them both to Professor McGonagall's office dozens of times the year before, and it would again.
A flash of red met James' eyes before he could sit down. His youngest sibling sighed, sounding annoyed.
"What's wrong Baby Potter?" Fred asked, a smile playing on his lips.
Lily scoffed, "I've told you a million times to not call me that!"
"And I've told you a million times, he will never stop," James said.
Before he could listen for Lily's reply, a familiar face caught his attention. He studied her extraordinary face, as he always did when he saw her. The deep brown eyes, her rare smile — the one always reserved for her friends. But the one thing that stood out to him was the way she threw her head back and laughed. It must've been something Maurine said. He could almost hear it if he focused long enough, the sound of her laughter he seemed to miss.
