Horcrux || James Potter

All alone, in the middle of nowhere ... your wife by your side and you son right next to you. A perfect camping trip, in James' opinion. The only thing, his son is as old as him, and his wife, is not presently his wife.

Plus, he's out with a detestable Slytherin. And that Hufflepuff who always landed himself in detention. After what happened in Potter Manor's kitchen (it was all quite wicked, in his not-so-humble opinion) with a few time-travellers dropping out on top of their heads - figuratively, of course - our 'dashing hero' (his words, not mine) is now off to become a soul-hunter, aided and abetted by his son, his perfectly beautiful about-to-be wife and wait ... Moony shagged who?

"Come on, Prongs."

I told you so Moons. Anyways, after deserting his best-est mate into the evil clutched of his Death Eater brother ("he's not a Death Eater, Prongs"), our favourite hero is now off to destroy soul trinkets, with the 'babbling bumbling band of baboons' his darling Lilypad wanted (he still didn't get what that meant) and Moony's SON. ("It's not a big deal, Prongs").

It's chaos, it mayhem, it's James Fleamont Potter, and honestly - he loves every moment of it.
("What am I, chopped liver?").

Don't worry Moony, you'll get your own bracket thingies.