Jamespotterxmaleoc Stories

Basically, in this fanfic, Lily has a little brother (1 year younger) and it's a sorta slowburn (since they're children who do not have to worry about things such as gross relationship, crush stuff). To be clear, IT IS NOT A SHIP BETWEEN LILY AND HER IMAGINARY BROTHER!!! It's between JAMES and Lily's brother. Anywho... ... Quinn Evans had always had odd things happen to him... So, when his letter to the weird magic school that his sister went to the year before, (which he was still sure was a very strange, elaborate cult), no one was really that surprised, but once he got to hogwarts, things started to get a whole lot more surprising. A certain shade of green, sort of surprising. ... (I ran out of tags there are more background ships, Wattpad just refused to let me keep adding tags! Also has Pandalily, Dorlene, Mary and Sirius have a thing at some point, rosekiller, not endgame bartylus, etc.). EDIT: How tf did this get so high in the Bartylus tag it won't even be a main ship and it's not even endgame XD Also, did anyone notice the different color of the tints on Lily's and Quinn's pictures on the cover? No? I'll show myself out-

Cosmos Harold Evans, Twin Brother of Lily Evans and little brother of Petunia Evans, would have gotten his Letter to Hogwarts at 11 but was sent of to Germany instead. He Returns to Britain to his 3rd year at Hogwarts and meets the infamous Marauders, gets to experience the wonders of the magic world. But of Course it could not all be wonderful as the first wizard war, and at the top of it Voldemort, rises. ______ All the characters belong to JK Rowling (sadly bc she is a transphobic bitch) apart from my OC... so yeah enjoy i guess :)

"Are you asking me to dance, or should I be the one to lead?" The words knocked the breath from James' lungs. He felt that same pulse of magic again-his reaching for Daniel's, Daniel's responding in kind, two currents twining in the space between them. Every ounce of Gryffindor bravery stirred in his chest, all nerves dissolving under the weight of that smile. He straightened, stepped forward, and bowed-an awkward but earnest little bow. "Dance with me?" he managed, voice rough but steady.