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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟔𝟗:
𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃
❝ 𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔,
𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆. ❞
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❛ 𝖼𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁
𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉
𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾. ❜
━ paper rings, taylor swift
━James Potter woke up with a huge smile on his face. Even after the events from yesterday, he could still feel the butterflies alive in his stomach. God— even his face was still red.
The love-sick boy was about to snuggle closer to Stella, but when he fluttered his eyes open, she was already in her uniform, with her back facing him.
Startled as she may be, Stella Rosier felt two arms wrapped around her, hugging her from behind, and with his head resting on her neck. "What are you doing this early, love?"
It seems like the fluttering in her stomach has died down for a moment when James saw the letter on her hands.
"Do you remember Narcissa? Sirius' cousin and my second-cousin?" asked Stella, fluffing up James' hair when she felt him nod.
"Yeah, no offense but I don't like her and that sister of hers. They despise Sirius too much." James answered, looking at the neat letter on her lap.
"She's married to Lucius."
James sat straight up only to see a downcasted look on Stella's eyes. His heart skipped a beat, thinking that she was somehow upset that the Malfoy git married someone else.
But his doubts were vanished when Stella pecked him in the lips.
"No need to be jealous, Bambi." chuckled Stella when James shook his head no with his cheeks tinted pink, her eyebrows furrowing when her mini-puffskein sat in-between his parents.
"No, not you." James pointed at the pink floor and then to himself. "Me, I'm the first Bambi, the first one that your mother loves, you're just the second one."
Bambi whimpered and ran away to his mini house that Remus made.
"Dramatic like Sirius." mumbled James, earning a glare from Bambi's mother. "Anyway! if that's not what you're upset about then what—"
Stella handed him the envelope with both her siblings' initials in it. "It's the first letter I received from them ever since I ran away." she mumbled, having no emotions because of the void her siblings' left.
It was impossible to see them again because they have already joined the dark lord's cause and yet, Stella still wanted to.
When she felt her blue feelings was starting to affect James, she tried to distract him so he doesn't share her misery. "Oh— is that the time?"
Turning his head to the clock on her wall, he furrowed his eyebrows when it was still 8am. "Don't tell me you have classe—"
The girl gathered her books and put it on her shoulder bag. "I do, I actually have an essay due later before lunch, so bye!"
Before she could even go, James held her hand, tapping his lips for her to plant a kiss.
Which she did, but sadly for James, it was only a peck.
Which also really broke his poor heart.
"Only a peck?" He pouted.
Stella nodded, letting his hand fall slowly. "Morning breath, James." She teased him before shutting the door, leaving James with Bambi.
James sat there with his mouth agape.
"My breath doesn't stink that bad right, Bambi?" James walked his way to the mini-house where the upset mini-puffskein was sulking in. He crouched down and tapped the mini-puffskein's fur.
In response, Bambi bit James' finger
"Tell me why does this happen to me every bloody time?" Stella asked her Hufflepuff friends, frustrated as she did so. Her parchment was so close to ripping off the way she scribbled on her notes swiftly and harshly.
"I'm sure it's because someone was busy snogging." teased Portia, she and Eloise were both giggling.
"We were not snogging!" defended Stella, but her red cheeks says otherwise.
"Sure." Portia rolled her eyes and went back to giggling with Eloise.
Stella sighed in frustration and rushed her essay even more, she was supposed to do this on James' birthday but one thing lead to another, the next thing they knew was that James begged for Stella to skip his own party just for them to cuddle in her bed until they fall asleep.
Which was what happened and now she was paying the consequences by writing mumbo-jumbo words on her crumpled up parchment.
She still has half-way to finish, but doesn't seem possible when James Potter entered the hall with the biggest bouquet in his hands.
Everyone's attention was now on them, each of them getting their galleons ready.
"Hello, love." whispered James into Stella's ear before sitting beside her in the Hufflepuff table, trying to get her undivided attention, but it seemed impossible.
"Hi." was all that Stella said, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, before writing on full-speed again.
James puffed his chest out when boys that have a crush on Stella glared at him.
With Stella's actions, everyone was on the edge of their seats.
Alice could be seen pinching Frank from excitement.
Sirius could be seen biting his lip along with Remus.
Peter could be seen not eating and only staring at them.
Even Dumbledore and the other professors who just passed by the great hall stopped walking and hid behind the door.
"Stella." whined James, trying to poke her cheeks. "Can you go out with me now, please?"
But still, she didn't budge.
"Love?"
"Darling?"
"James, stop— this essay is due in 15 minutes." Stella swatted the boy away.
But the boy stubbornly shook his head and cupped both of her cheeks. "No, love. Come on, listen to me." He pouted, not that Stella could see it.
"Hogsmeade this weekend? I need to ask you a question." James pleaded, trying to tickle her face with the pink tulip but she swatted it away with her quill.
"No— later, James." mumbled Stella, starting to get irritated with her parchment. "Flitwick would definitely be upset if I don't pass this later."
From outside of the hall where the professors where hiding, every professor glared at Filius.
"Please, darling?" asked James, tucking the strands of her long hair covering Stella's face, only to see her laser-focused on the essay.
"Later, love." mumbled Stella.
James stopped bothering her for a moment when he heard her say that, he then turned over to Moony, Padfoot, and Wormy, giving them two thumbs up mouthing a 'brilliant'.
"Go out with me this weekend?" James poked her parchment.
"No."
"Pretty please?" James then scribbled stars in the top of her parchment.
"No, go away."
"That's not what you said earlier this morning." teased James, only making it difficult for Stella to focus. "Pretty pretty please?"
"Still a no."
"I'll let you cuddle me everyday." James asked as he flicked her quill.
"Convincing, but no."
"Go out with me, please? I'll buy you strawberry jelly slugs?" James pleaded, writing a 'J.P. + S.R.' below his handwritten stars.
Stella stopped writing for a while to think about it, but she shook her head when she saw that she only has a few minutes to finish the last quarter of her parchment.
"No— we'll take later, okay?"
That wasn't enough answer for James, so he still tried all the mischievous ways to disturb her. "Please?" he waved a tulip on her parchment.
"No."
"Please?" He asked again, this time he ticked her nose with the tulips.
"Tsk— no."
"Pretty please?" He pouted again, covering her parchment with his hands.
"Please?"
"Please?"
"Please?"
"Please?"
"Please?"
"Please?"
"Please?"
Stella threw her quill away to scowl at James. "Okay! Okay! I'll go out with you!"
"LET'S FUCKING GO!" Sirius was the first to shout as he threw his golden plate on the ground. Everyone saw it as an opportunity to shout and clap, along with the clinking of galleons being passed around.
Suddenly, the professors that were hiding entered the great hall.
"Professor Sprout, you owe me 3 galleons!"
"Professor Slughorn, you owe us 5 galleons!"
"Professor Flitwick, where's our 7 galleons!"
"Professor McGonagall! you have a debt of 10 galleons on us!"
Dumbledore's eyes sparkled when everyone was just cheering, and being genuinely happy. He felt happy for Stella that her empathic abilities must be soaring high right now from how happy the great hall is.
They even casted fireworks inside the hall when James carried Stella with both his hands securely placed on her waist as she spun her around, the brightest smiles on their faces.
Indeed everyone in the great hall was almost happy; almost, because one Slytherin was scowling and being bitter at the sight in front of him that he loathed.
"Now, I want everyone to take a look in the mirror, and tell us what do you see." Professor Binns, their History of Magic. professor, encouraged them to step into the mysterious mirror one by one.
Usually, all of them would fall asleep into his boring class by just remembering dates, events, and stuff, but today it seemed different.
He showed the students their topic for today, an ancient mirror that has weird writings carved on it, that goes down the history books.
All of the students almost said the same thing when they looked in the mirror — they were confused why they didn't see their exact reflection but with them being successful and all or with them seeing their family members instead, like Evans and her friends did.
For the marauders however, they saw themselves, like Sirius saw Remus first, and then his best friends — the same to Remus and Peter.
"Potter, you're the last one!" called out the Professor.
James stood in front of the dusty mirror, seeing his reflection for a second, until he saw Stella enter the classroom. "Star!" he called out, looking around but Stella was nowhere to be seen.
Students were pretty confused as fuck now. They even thought the mirror was drugged if that even was possible because it made them see things that weren't really there.
Professor Binns lowly chuckled before going in front of the class to explain how the mirror works. "The mirror of erised, shows not your reflection but your hearts desire."
Gasps and whispers covered the classroom. So, that was what they saw! It all made so much sense now.
"I doubt Snape will be a bloody teacher." snickered Sirius, referring to what Snape said that he saw earlier, Peter and James muffled a laughter at this.
According to Snape himself, he saw that he was a teacher... at hogwarts. Of course that was a lie. He knew what the mirror was, he's read it in a couple of books before in the library, so he had to lie on what he saw.
Because he saw Stella.
And he hated the fact that he wasn't the only one who saw her, James Potter did too, though Snape was already expecting that.
Suddenly, the wooden doors burst open causing a loud clank. "Sorry, I'm late, Professor Binns. I had to attend a meeting with the headgirl as well as the Ravenclaw prefects."
James' smile turned up when he saw his star, but this time not in the mirror.
"Not to worry, Ms. Rosier." said Professor Binns, he slowly floated into Stella's direction urging her to go in front of the mirror. "But please do step in front of the mirror and tell us what you see."
On the way to the mirror, Stella squinted her eyes at the weird carved words on the arch of it, Binns saw where she was looking and knowing that Stella would figure it out in just a few seconds, he called her name again to urge her to look on the mirror.
For a second, all Stella could see was herself, but something was off — she was happier than usual. A little tug in her heart envied her own reflection as she saw how carelessly happy she was.
Then someone entered the scene. "James— what are you doing behind me? go away."
That's when everyone started to giggle, with Sirius, Peter, and a very tired Remus patting James' shoulders.
"What's so funny?" she asked, turning around to see that James was not behind her, but on the very left side in the classroom. "How—"
"What's in front of you right now is the mirror of erised, Ms. Rosier." explained Professor Binns which left Stella's mouth agape. "It shows not our faces—"
"But our heart's desire." she mumbled, looking at James as she did so.
Stella turned her head again to see her reflection, this time the people that she loved were slowly coming in to the picture, like Théo, Collette, Remus, Sirius, Peter, Eloise, Portia, Belle, and James... though James who was the closest beside her was carrying someone else.
It was that familiar baby she has been dreaming about.
"Yes, James. I saw you." mumbled Stella, repeating it for the millionth time, though she didn't really mind. His nagging helped her take her mind off of what she saw earlier.
"What else? did you see that little kid I was holding?" James asked.
The girl beside him grabbed his arm to stop walking. Her blue eyes were filled with shock. "You saw that too?"
James nodded, coming into a thought. "Yeah, do you think it's nugget?"
Resuming their walk with their friends again, Stella looked up to James. "Who the hell is nugget?"
"Our kid? That's what I'm naming him, I told you that already, love." he absent-mindedly answered, and when she was confused, he took this as an opportunity to slowly reached for her hand to intertein it with his.
"James, we are not going to name our kid—" Stella was cut right off when Snape came out of nowhere bumping onto Stella's shoulders. Snape was even eyeing a very tired Remus Lupin who was being held by his boyfriend.
Bad timing as it may be, Snape had to come in when Stella may or may not have said that she and James will not be naming their kid 'nugget'.
Or maybe that was Snape's intention.
"Off to disappear again, are we, Lupin?" Severus sneered, looking at all of them with pure hatred and disgust and pouring all his bitterness that was gained earlier from Professor Binn's class towards them.
"What are you talking about, Sev?" asked Stella, feeling over protective when her Slytherin friend decides to sneer over her best friend for no reason.
Snape glanced at the girl, scowling even hard when he saw her hands intertwined with Potter's. He decided to ignore her.
"She asked you, Snape." James added, Stella was pleased at how James wasn't calling him 'Snivellus' anymore. "What the bloody hell are you on about?"
Peter looked at the Slytherin, bewildered.
While Sirius was glaring hard at Snape.
"Never mind you all." Snape finally spoke. "That's what you all do isn't it? acting all innocent when you swines are definitely up to something." He spat. "But just so you know, Potter, Lupin, Black, and even you Pettigrew, I'll know where you all are dissappearing to."
With that, he walked by passed them, bumping Stella's shoulder again, but this time, harshly, making Stella tumble a few steps back.
"Oi! you fucking git!" James shouted, helping Stella regain her balance before drawing out his wand, pointing it directly at the Slytherin's back, but before he could even hex him, Stella's hand was placed on top of his.
"James, please don't. I'm sure he doesn't mean it." pleaded Stella, her blue doe eyes almost begging.
With a sigh, James lowered his wand and nodded. As much as he wanted to hex Snape for bumping on Stella's shoulders twice, James couldn't afford for Stella to lose trust in him again.
"I'll have a word with him, Prongs." said Sirius, letting Peter hold his boyfriend for a while.
"Sirius." Remus tried to call Sirius out, but his voice was so weak and quiet that it even sounded as a whisper, not enough to stop Sirius from running towards Snape.
The 4 of them stopped when they saw Sirius smirking while he was talking to Snape. Sirius even looked like he was whispering something into the Slytherin's ear.
When Sirius was done, his smirk was changed into a scowl again before walking back to his friends.
"What did you say to him, Padfoot?" asked James as he held Stella's hand tightly.
Sirius looked back with a notorious smirk on the edge of his lips.
"Just gave him some few advices, that's all."
ੈ♡˳˚⸙͎۪۫⋆˙‧̍̊༄ ↳ 𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒂 sᴘᴇᴀᴋs!
█.ೃ˚⸙͎۪۫⋆˙ no thoughts. just harry staring at stella and james through the mirror of erised, tearing up a lil bit.
█.ೃ˚⸙͎۪۫⋆˙ you know what the next chapter is 🤪 (angst ahead)
█.ೃ˚⸙͎۪۫⋆˙ it's me again, after publishing a sneak peak i'm back with another chapter 😋
█.ೃ˚⸙͎۪۫⋆˙ and I STG i hate those of you who commented those silly names for james' disco stick (iykyk) you almost had me dying and frustrated at how funny it was bcs it's very difficult to laugh when you have asthma >:(
█.ೃ˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ "hairy flute" "pussy pleaser" "megatron" and "squiggly shlong" gave me a very good laugh to the point where it's hard to breath bcs of my asthma 😭
𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 ━━ 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓
( 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟔𝟗 𝗂𝗇 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐢 ━ mischief )
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