《The Lion and The Raven ~ James Potter AU》YEAR 6
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In reference to the wager, Camilla did become the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain. Their friends exchanged nervous glances among themselves whenever they saw James and Camilla argue about the better team. This was more than just team rivals now, their pride was at stake. Everybody unanimously voted for Selena to lock them in a cupboard if they did start fighting. Perhaps that move would even serve to finally let them kiss and make-up; they had a little over hundred gallons on a bet regarding their relationship as a couple, after all.
During the first full-moon back at school, a lone werewolf is joined by an odd set of animals comprising of a stag, a dog and a crow. Remus is in tears when he finds out what they did for him and Regulus awkwardly pats his back when he is -not so unwillingly- pulled into a group hug.
When Camilla announces that she intents to start a runes mastery now, James abruptly says he wishes to become a Transfiguration Master. Her pleasant surprise, beautiful smile and warm hug is totally worth the trouble Professor Mcgonagall would no-doubt give him during the apprenticeship.
Their pet project has just been completed. They've created a map. A map that shows all the hallways and corridors and rooms of Hogwarts along with all the locations of the students and teachers and occupants.
Nobody could understand why Regulus, James and Sirius smirking secretly whenever they make references regarding crows, stags and dogs respectively. All except Remus, who suddenly gains a cringe-worthy, pained look whenever they do so and wonders what crime he had committed in his past life to have to suffer these antics.
"Hello deer," Sirius grinned.
"Sirius, have I ever told you that you are completely pawsome." James mirrored his grin.
Regulus rolled his eyes from beside them. "If you both don't stop ranting and raven, I'm going to murder you."
"Reggie!" Camilla admonished. "What's up with you today?"
"Nothing deer," James said as he casually threw an arm on her shoulders. "He's secretly very fawned of me."
Regulus smirked a bit. "Oh stop crow-ing around and spreading such lies."
Sirius gasped dramatically. "Mutt you hound us, brother?"
"I think this is a defence mechanism for trying to cope for losing against Gryffindor." James chided before Regulus could reply. "But do it again. I deer you."
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"Hello everybody," Selena said approaching them. "Can I have that?" She said pointing at a food on the table. Camilla and Catherine had made everybody sit in the Ravenclaw table and each of them had been avoided points for inter-house unity. Selena had said she would talk to Narcissa Black before going them. "Ours ran out."
"Sure," Sirius said. "Whippet you need?"
Regulus smirked and looked directly into Sirius's eyes. "She wants crownuts."
Sirius gasped. James laughed. Selena looked confused but took the cronuts, anyway and went back to talking with Narcissa at the Slytherin table.
"Okay, seriously you guys -don't you dare comment on that Black!- what is up with you all?" Camilla asked.
James waved her off. "Nothing. Doen't worry about it."
Sirius grinned. "Yeah. Just puget about it."
"I agree," Regulus smirked. "Could you pass me the cawfee?"
Camilla frowned her eyebrows, but passed the pitcher nevertheless. She stood up. "Okay, that's it. I know deer is something going on and frankly I doen't care what the ideer is, but if the three of you blow up the woof or are up do something that I can pawmise you that I will assign you so many detentions that you wouldn't have even thought was pawssible. And Regulus deer, I know you have an obsession with crows, but you really need to stop crowing about it. If you want to make a bird pun to counter this, know that toucan play at that game." Then she flipped her hair and walked out of the room.
Sirius was gaping at her with his mouth open, Regulus was wide-eyed and James was looking at her with a starry expression. Everybody else looked at them with plain amusement.
It was in an ordinary potion's class a few days later that finally led to the five year long wager coming to an end.
"Are you sure we did this correctly?" James asked, looking at the cauldron. "We didn't make any mistakes, did we?"
Camilla scoffed. "Of course we didn't, James. I don't do mistakes."
"Then why can't we smell a damn thing!" James exclaimed.
"I don't know, but at least I'm trying to figure it out unlike somebody who would rather just complain all the time!" Camilla yelled loudly, causing them to attract quite a few stares.
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"Well, I still can't smell anything!"
"Did you expect the potion to miraculously get saved in the four seconds you didn't try to smell it?" Camilla asked with a sweetly sarcastic smile. "Well perhaps we could actually smell something if you hadn't used so much of that repulsive condition today morning."
James scoffed. "At least I didn't drench myself in that awful perfume. Merlin, I'm sure people all the way in China can smell it."
Camilla gasped and glared at him angrily. "How dare you! My perfume is-"
"-awful, repulsive, the bane of anything that has the ability to smell?" James offered lazily.
"-better than the scent of skunk fart you call conditioner. Although looking at your hair, I doubt it did anything..."
"Hey! Leave my hair alone. I don't talk about your-"
They continued on like this throughout the class, the whole room of students staring at them in amusement, waiting for them to come to the same realisation as they had. Professor Slughorn had a gleeful look on his face as he understood that he was going to win the 'Cames' betting pool.
"-How do you not run out of the perfume if you wear so much daily!"
"You're one to talk! Do you drown yourself in your conditioner? Huh? And for your information, I wear a perfectly reasonable- "Camilla paused abruptly, her eyes widening in realisation.
James also had a wide-eyed look, his mouth slightly parted open.
Camilla swallowed slowly. "My perfume got over last week."
"I haven't washed my hair since three days." He muttered.
They shared a glance, both heavily blushing.
The students took that moment to break into cheers and applause.
"Took you long enough to realise!" Sirius grinned, slapping James on the back. "I'm going to have the most adorable god-children, I just know it."
"Congratulations Camilla, James." Remus smirked.
Other students offered them similar responses and Slughorn gushed over how cute they both look and act together. Neither things helped reduce their blushes.
People were exchanging money all throughout lunch. Some hugged them in congratulations and some grumbled, "Why couldn't you wait for two more days?" and "Why couldn't you have done this last year?"
Both are very embarrassed but decide to go on a date during Hogsmead. One date led to another date. And another one. And so many more.
The first Quidditch match turns out to be Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor and it has some very... interesting comments towards the middle of the match.
"Is that a bird?" The commentator asked. "Is that a dragon? No! It's James bloody Potter and Camilla Lavensque flirting with each other and trading kisses while juggling the quaffles!"
The game ends with a tie. Ravenclaw scores the most goals, but Gryffindor catches the snitch. People are disappointed, but it's better than losing.
There is a combined victory party in the Lion's Common Room where every red and blue uniform-wearing person is invited. The drinks are spiked again and everybody is grateful for their joint class in History the next morning. Binns doesn't care.
James absentmindedly traces patterns on Camilla's arms and unknowingly twirls and plays with her golden locks. She thinks it's adorable.
James continues Lord Lavensque's tradition and hangs mistletoes everywhere, leading to Camilla having to kiss him every twenty steps (not that either of them mind, to be honest).
The two are shocked to see their parents exchange money after learning that they are a couple. Sirius asks that since he has reached magical majority, if he could live with James. Lady Potter immediately pulls him into a hug and Lord Potter jokingly tells him that it's not too late to back away now. Sirius knows he doesn't regret it. Lady Lavensque dramatically sighs as she hands over ten gallons and tells Lady Potter that the two of them are sharing custody over Regulus, and she is sure that he will choose to live with them. Regulus blushes and mumbles something incoherent, but he is smiling widely.
School's back, and all of them try to help Regulus prepare for his O.W.Ls, but end up confusing him even more. He says he did well though -he shares Camilla's opinion on doing well, so it's really a big deal- and that's all that really matters.
The year ends with Ravenclaw winning the Quidditch Cup, Gryffindor winning the House Cup and lipstick stains all over the face and neck of a star-stuck James.
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