James Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I felt a hand grab my arm, and I turn to see James looking at me, his eyes soft. “You remind me of my sister, so full of life and vibrant. I miss her. Please tell her that I love her.” He whispers to me. I look at him confused, but before I can say anything, he moves away from me and charges at Scàthach, not making a sound. A dagger in his hand, he plunges it into her back; she screams in agony but releases Hope. “HOPE! Over here!” I shout to her. She comes running over to me as the spell casters start chanting together. Scàthach whirls around and grabs James by the throat.

For eight years, I and my two kid sisters together with my mother suffered hell, my mother had been compelled to look for a cleaning job in a Backery here in Scotswood, Newcastle shortly after my dad passed away, we also moved to a small apartment which my mom could afford the rent. We had been compelled to go into the new apartment one year after the demise of my dad, we were forcefully move out of our apartment. Feeding became a challenge, all my father's investment were claimed by a strange woman who had proven to be the next of kin to my father, she claimed all his investments and properties. My mom told us how that the lady by the name kate was to get married to my dad, but that she was

I ask James, chiming in with hopes of hearing embarrassing childhood stories about my boyfriend. "Ah, he was a good kid." James nods. "Full of energy, always had big ideas, extremely impulsive...which he still seems to be." His eyes flash in my direction and back to his drink. Excuse me? I grab Kate's leg under the table. She glances at me, giving me a slight nod to signal that she's noticed the same thing. James has something against me. But what is it and why? The conversation continues. Elliot tells some stories about himself and James as kids. I force laughter, despite noticing dirty looks from James in my direction. We snack on the appetizers and continue to drink. By now, James is at l

Rachel’s POV ‘What do you need Damien for?’ James’ voice is reluctant over the mind link, trepidation curling around the edges. I figure I might as well let him know what I’m doing. It’s all going to come to fruition soon, after all. ‘I’m going to seduce him,’ I tell him bluntly. ‘I’ve waited long enough. It’s time something starts happening.’ I can feel James’ hesitation over the link. He knows I’ve been in love with Damien for years, though he’s never quite approved.