JAMES randall POTTER (![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} misterprongs) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valesco,@ 2010-06-22 21:08:00 |
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WHO: James, Lily, Harry, and Charlus Potter (family times :[)
WHAT: The Potters are getting ready to leave to their new hideout, but their location is revealed!
WHERE: Hidden spot!
WHEN: Now now now!
Today was going to be a good day, James was sure.
He stretched out his legs on the floor of their flat, which was now empty save for a few bags they would need for the night. It had been a relatively easy move, even if the only help they had was his father. James was glad for the quietness of the transition, and felt a great ease at knowing that their secret would be just that, a secret, for as long as they wished. It would be hard keeping their location from Sirius and the boys for however necessary he and Lily deemed it, but, well. It was what they had to do to keep Harry safe.
Speaking of his son, James grinned widely as Harry snatched up his grandfather's glasses and attempted to put them on his face. It was really a sight: three generations of Potter men. He should really take a picture.
"Lily, did we pack up the camera?" James asked, pushing himself to his feet. He flicked a bit of Lily's hair up as he passed her, ready to rummage through their remaining belongings.
Lily made a face at her disturbed hair and pushed James' leg lightly as he walked by before her hand went back to her head to flatten the bit he had messed with. "No, it's in the suitcase over there," she said, pointing to some relative location across the room. "Wrapped in a blue towel under some of the clothes." Of all the things that there were that were absolutely vital to have on them while they moved, some might think a camera wouldn't exactly be one of them, but being the doting parents they were... for the Potters, it was always necessary to have means around to capture Harry's most precious moments.
Probably the most well-documented baby in the history of the world, Harry James Potter was becoming.
Turning her attention away from the child (it was a hard thing to do), she glanced at her watch. "It's getting close to six... Do you want to go out for dinner, and then start moving some of this stuff over?"
"Dinner!" Charlus exclaimed, lifting Harry higher up into the air. The baby kicked and shrieked in delight, the glasses that had been precariously sitting on his nose falling into his grandfather's lap. James grinned from his crouched position by the suitcase and stopped rummaging for the camera just to watch. He couldn't describe how happy he was that his father had agreed to go into hiding with them, to help with Harry and other things in life that were becoming too hectic for he and Lily. James knew that his father believed that this rogue work that they did for the Order wasn't the best solution---once an auror, always an auror---but he loved his son and family more than the rules of the ministry.
"Oy, he may just throw up into your mouth, you know," James said with a laugh, ducking his head back down to look for the camera. Blue towel...James grinned to himself, thinking about all the pictures they would have. They already had albums upon albums of pictures of themselves, their friends and family, and of course Harry, but you wanted to capture every moment before it was gone, right?
Way to sound morbid, James.
He finally pulled out the camera and slung the strap over his head so he would have easy access as it hung around his neck. James was ready to exclaim that it was time for a photo shoot, but the sight of a flashing red light coming out from under the front door made his blood run cold. No, no, this was their last night---
"Get to the fireplace!" he let out, just as whatever was outside their front door made a huge bang!
Before she could even process what was happening, Lily was on her feet with her wand in her hand--or no, her wand was on the floor because someone--Charlus, Charlus--had just shoved Harry into her hands. A hex flew past her head as she ducked to quickly grab up her wand, barely wrapping her free fingers around it before dodging out of the way of another beam of light, the wailing baby hugged as tight as one arm could into her chest.
How did Voldemort always manage to find them right at the time that would frustrate them the most? But--he couldn't have known they were making a move, right? They'd told no one outside of James' father. No, it didn't even matter right now, this was bad, they had Harry with them and that meant that she couldn't just jump out and fight and they were probably after him anyway and she had to make sure he didn't get hurt and oh Jesus Lily'd never felt such pure terror in her life up to this point, and that was really saying something at this point.
So much fighting, she figured, was the only thing that kept her from standing paralyzed as several more spells flashed past her---they were definitely after Harry. She managed to turn her back and an orange beam slammed into her right shoulder, right in the space where her son had been a split second before. Lily bit down hard on her cheek and screwed her eyes shut, trying her best to summon up resolve to ignore the pain. She opened her eyes again and set her vision on the fireplace not two meters away. It was the first time in her life that she felt willing--no, she was more than willing; she was dead-set determined--to leave James in a fight, but this time it wasn't either of them that mattered. She had to get over to that fireplace.
The same kind of hex that hit Lily knocked James to the floor as it struck him directly in the back. Why didn't they just kill them? Why were they bothering with these hexes and jinxes, was it Voldemort that had to lay the final blow? His head bounced off the wooden floors and if it hadn't been for Harry's shrieks James was sure he would have just continued to lie there, unable to do anything more. Because what was the point? They tried, they had tried so hard to stay safe, and no matter what, they were caught, they were found---
There was a traitor within the Order.
James rolled onto his back and into the wall, trying to stand but finding that his entire body was shaking too badly to move. Whether it was from the fall or his nerves, his anger, he couldn't be sure, but he watched dumbly as his father created shield after shield, knocking down the death eaters that had seemingly come in droves. James' hand finally clutched around his wand and he forced himself to his feet, ready to fight.
"FIREPLACE!" Charlus boomed, shooting a pulsating light into James' stomach that sent him skidding backwards and across the living room. He stumbled, confused and bewildered, trying to figure out what his father was trying to do. He had gone to help him! They had to fight if they wanted to get out of here alive, what was his father attempting to do, pushing him away? James hollered out a few more hexes and created some sort of barrier between himself, Lily and Harry, and the fireplace, and was ready to take another charge when once again his father shot the pulse at him, sending him to the ground.
He didn't want him to get closer! He didn't want him to---James' eyes widened as more death eaters barged through the front door, his father's trained auror techniques keeping them at bay. James screamed, like he was the one taking the brunt of the heinous spells, "No---Dad---DAD, STOP!"
When did James end up so close? Lily's gaze was torn away from her goal upon noticing her husband suddenly so near, and---what was he doing? He had to be over fighting with his father or else the Death Eaters--holy Merlin, when did there get to be so many?--were going to overtake him eventually and she needed them held back as long as possible to get Harry out of this mess. So she could leave him with someone and get help from the Order and come back and take care of all of this and get them all out of here alive---
No, nevermind that, Lily! A loud wail from the baby in her arms--she hoped she wasn't crushing him, but she very well might have been with how tight she was hanging on--caused James to disappear from her mind and brought her back to her real job in all of this. She certainly wasn't supposed to be standing around frozen thinking.
In the sudden calm of spells, Lily made a dash to take the distance remaining between herself and the fireplace. Hexes were still being shot their way, there was no doubt about that, but the tinny ping! ping! sound was indicative of a shield having come up around them to ward them off for the time being.
It only took a couple seconds to get over to the Floo. Lily clumsily shoved her hand into the pot of powder, managing to knock it off the mantle in her desperation, and threw it onto the logs resting in the fire. She opened her mouth to call out for the Order house, but just then something grabbed her attention... a hollering that came not from Harry, but from James this time.
The fear written across his face was heartbreaking, although she still hadn't processed why he looked like that or why he was screaming, or--oh no. No,, this could not be happening.
James couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe and he couldn't get up from his fallen position on the floor and he couldn't possibly---Every time he tried to get up, his father shoved him down with a spell from across the bloody room. How he managed to do all of the fighting and disarming and shielding at once---James had only heard the stories of his father's skills on the field, he had never seen him in action, but---this man helped the country take down Grindewald, his father was there when Dumbledore---it----
"DAD---PLEASE---" James scrambled up to his feet, not caring that the walls around him were being singed and lit aflame. "Please! Hurry, come---"
"GO, JAMES!" His father hollered, managing to cross over while the death eaters battled against a thick shield he'd quickly set up. Charlus grabbed James by the shoulders, looking his son square in the eyes, "They'll be able to follow you lot if you don't go now! I'll keep them back, you have to protect your family!"
"But----!"
"Now!"
James felt like he was five years old and being sent to his room for breaking a vase. He stared, tearful and paincked up at his father, but allowed himself to be pushed back toward the fireplace, watching as the death eaters began to break through the barricade. His father wasted no time in getting back to the fight, and numbly, James turned toward Lily, feeling as if the spells shooting around their heads were moving in slow motion. He shouted for Headquarters into the the floo and moved to let Lily and Harry disappear into the flames first, forcing himself to follow along. Everything felt numb, the pain in his back was gone and all James could do was let the flames of the floo engulf him.
He got one last smile out of his father before he began to spin away.
WHAT: The Potters are getting ready to leave to their new hideout, but their location is revealed!
WHERE: Hidden spot!
WHEN: Now now now!
Today was going to be a good day, James was sure.
He stretched out his legs on the floor of their flat, which was now empty save for a few bags they would need for the night. It had been a relatively easy move, even if the only help they had was his father. James was glad for the quietness of the transition, and felt a great ease at knowing that their secret would be just that, a secret, for as long as they wished. It would be hard keeping their location from Sirius and the boys for however necessary he and Lily deemed it, but, well. It was what they had to do to keep Harry safe.
Speaking of his son, James grinned widely as Harry snatched up his grandfather's glasses and attempted to put them on his face. It was really a sight: three generations of Potter men. He should really take a picture.
"Lily, did we pack up the camera?" James asked, pushing himself to his feet. He flicked a bit of Lily's hair up as he passed her, ready to rummage through their remaining belongings.
Lily made a face at her disturbed hair and pushed James' leg lightly as he walked by before her hand went back to her head to flatten the bit he had messed with. "No, it's in the suitcase over there," she said, pointing to some relative location across the room. "Wrapped in a blue towel under some of the clothes." Of all the things that there were that were absolutely vital to have on them while they moved, some might think a camera wouldn't exactly be one of them, but being the doting parents they were... for the Potters, it was always necessary to have means around to capture Harry's most precious moments.
Probably the most well-documented baby in the history of the world, Harry James Potter was becoming.
Turning her attention away from the child (it was a hard thing to do), she glanced at her watch. "It's getting close to six... Do you want to go out for dinner, and then start moving some of this stuff over?"
"Dinner!" Charlus exclaimed, lifting Harry higher up into the air. The baby kicked and shrieked in delight, the glasses that had been precariously sitting on his nose falling into his grandfather's lap. James grinned from his crouched position by the suitcase and stopped rummaging for the camera just to watch. He couldn't describe how happy he was that his father had agreed to go into hiding with them, to help with Harry and other things in life that were becoming too hectic for he and Lily. James knew that his father believed that this rogue work that they did for the Order wasn't the best solution---once an auror, always an auror---but he loved his son and family more than the rules of the ministry.
"Oy, he may just throw up into your mouth, you know," James said with a laugh, ducking his head back down to look for the camera. Blue towel...James grinned to himself, thinking about all the pictures they would have. They already had albums upon albums of pictures of themselves, their friends and family, and of course Harry, but you wanted to capture every moment before it was gone, right?
Way to sound morbid, James.
He finally pulled out the camera and slung the strap over his head so he would have easy access as it hung around his neck. James was ready to exclaim that it was time for a photo shoot, but the sight of a flashing red light coming out from under the front door made his blood run cold. No, no, this was their last night---
"Get to the fireplace!" he let out, just as whatever was outside their front door made a huge bang!
Before she could even process what was happening, Lily was on her feet with her wand in her hand--or no, her wand was on the floor because someone--Charlus, Charlus--had just shoved Harry into her hands. A hex flew past her head as she ducked to quickly grab up her wand, barely wrapping her free fingers around it before dodging out of the way of another beam of light, the wailing baby hugged as tight as one arm could into her chest.
How did Voldemort always manage to find them right at the time that would frustrate them the most? But--he couldn't have known they were making a move, right? They'd told no one outside of James' father. No, it didn't even matter right now, this was bad, they had Harry with them and that meant that she couldn't just jump out and fight and they were probably after him anyway and she had to make sure he didn't get hurt and oh Jesus Lily'd never felt such pure terror in her life up to this point, and that was really saying something at this point.
So much fighting, she figured, was the only thing that kept her from standing paralyzed as several more spells flashed past her---they were definitely after Harry. She managed to turn her back and an orange beam slammed into her right shoulder, right in the space where her son had been a split second before. Lily bit down hard on her cheek and screwed her eyes shut, trying her best to summon up resolve to ignore the pain. She opened her eyes again and set her vision on the fireplace not two meters away. It was the first time in her life that she felt willing--no, she was more than willing; she was dead-set determined--to leave James in a fight, but this time it wasn't either of them that mattered. She had to get over to that fireplace.
The same kind of hex that hit Lily knocked James to the floor as it struck him directly in the back. Why didn't they just kill them? Why were they bothering with these hexes and jinxes, was it Voldemort that had to lay the final blow? His head bounced off the wooden floors and if it hadn't been for Harry's shrieks James was sure he would have just continued to lie there, unable to do anything more. Because what was the point? They tried, they had tried so hard to stay safe, and no matter what, they were caught, they were found---
There was a traitor within the Order.
James rolled onto his back and into the wall, trying to stand but finding that his entire body was shaking too badly to move. Whether it was from the fall or his nerves, his anger, he couldn't be sure, but he watched dumbly as his father created shield after shield, knocking down the death eaters that had seemingly come in droves. James' hand finally clutched around his wand and he forced himself to his feet, ready to fight.
"FIREPLACE!" Charlus boomed, shooting a pulsating light into James' stomach that sent him skidding backwards and across the living room. He stumbled, confused and bewildered, trying to figure out what his father was trying to do. He had gone to help him! They had to fight if they wanted to get out of here alive, what was his father attempting to do, pushing him away? James hollered out a few more hexes and created some sort of barrier between himself, Lily and Harry, and the fireplace, and was ready to take another charge when once again his father shot the pulse at him, sending him to the ground.
He didn't want him to get closer! He didn't want him to---James' eyes widened as more death eaters barged through the front door, his father's trained auror techniques keeping them at bay. James screamed, like he was the one taking the brunt of the heinous spells, "No---Dad---DAD, STOP!"
When did James end up so close? Lily's gaze was torn away from her goal upon noticing her husband suddenly so near, and---what was he doing? He had to be over fighting with his father or else the Death Eaters--holy Merlin, when did there get to be so many?--were going to overtake him eventually and she needed them held back as long as possible to get Harry out of this mess. So she could leave him with someone and get help from the Order and come back and take care of all of this and get them all out of here alive---
No, nevermind that, Lily! A loud wail from the baby in her arms--she hoped she wasn't crushing him, but she very well might have been with how tight she was hanging on--caused James to disappear from her mind and brought her back to her real job in all of this. She certainly wasn't supposed to be standing around frozen thinking.
In the sudden calm of spells, Lily made a dash to take the distance remaining between herself and the fireplace. Hexes were still being shot their way, there was no doubt about that, but the tinny ping! ping! sound was indicative of a shield having come up around them to ward them off for the time being.
It only took a couple seconds to get over to the Floo. Lily clumsily shoved her hand into the pot of powder, managing to knock it off the mantle in her desperation, and threw it onto the logs resting in the fire. She opened her mouth to call out for the Order house, but just then something grabbed her attention... a hollering that came not from Harry, but from James this time.
The fear written across his face was heartbreaking, although she still hadn't processed why he looked like that or why he was screaming, or--oh no. No,, this could not be happening.
James couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe and he couldn't get up from his fallen position on the floor and he couldn't possibly---Every time he tried to get up, his father shoved him down with a spell from across the bloody room. How he managed to do all of the fighting and disarming and shielding at once---James had only heard the stories of his father's skills on the field, he had never seen him in action, but---this man helped the country take down Grindewald, his father was there when Dumbledore---it----
"DAD---PLEASE---" James scrambled up to his feet, not caring that the walls around him were being singed and lit aflame. "Please! Hurry, come---"
"GO, JAMES!" His father hollered, managing to cross over while the death eaters battled against a thick shield he'd quickly set up. Charlus grabbed James by the shoulders, looking his son square in the eyes, "They'll be able to follow you lot if you don't go now! I'll keep them back, you have to protect your family!"
"But----!"
"Now!"
James felt like he was five years old and being sent to his room for breaking a vase. He stared, tearful and paincked up at his father, but allowed himself to be pushed back toward the fireplace, watching as the death eaters began to break through the barricade. His father wasted no time in getting back to the fight, and numbly, James turned toward Lily, feeling as if the spells shooting around their heads were moving in slow motion. He shouted for Headquarters into the the floo and moved to let Lily and Harry disappear into the flames first, forcing himself to follow along. Everything felt numb, the pain in his back was gone and all James could do was let the flames of the floo engulf him.
He got one last smile out of his father before he began to spin away.
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