Was James Potter A Bad Person Novels & Stories

Then it hit me that I could just message him on I***a and opted for it, asking my subconscious to remind me to pay Ruby a visit later. How could one person experience a hundred percent of frustrations In one day? I thought about chewing on my pinky finger. I typed in James on the search bar and grinned widely when the search results popped out. Being popular and influential had its benefits, I thought. His name was the first on the search results very simple name, which was, James of Gryffindor. I grinned at his choice of username. Arching my brows at the realization that he was a verified I* user, I sighed.

I was pouring my heart out without a care in the world about how he would feel. "He is genuinely sorry. There are people who will still not learn their lesson even after they experience bad karma. Zion is a changed person. He didn’t poison you, Phoenix. I am sure he messed up because he believed in his evil mate too much, but trust me, he is guilty of all of it." Silver interrupted us when she felt bad for Zion, who was crying.

I sneer at him and reach out, ripping his head from his neck, his body turning to ash. (Siobhan’s P.O.V) “Get out of our way.” I growl. “Oh, little wolf has teeth now.” James says, toying with me. “I know that you aren’t a bad person James, you know that what Scàthach is going to do to these children is wrong. Why are you helping her? Your sister wouldn’t want this!” James’s face turned soft and his eyes darted to the floor, as if he was considering what I had said.

Bubbles defends him fiercely as he stands up from the bench. "But—" "I know he's done some really cruel things in the past, but it's because he had to. He's a nice person. And for someone who claims to be a nice and just person, you're a really bad judge of character." Bubbles accuses me before folding her arms and going back to the small window to continue watching Harry. Did I just get told by a seventeen-year-old? But it can't be possible. Harry is not a good person. He hurt me. He hurt so many people. Just because he helped one person doesn't absolve him of all his cruel deeds.

I explain to James who understood me, he nodded his head yes. “We’re killers, we’re bloodthirsty monsters, and our souls, they aren’t always light and clean, they are heavy, they are dark, that’s why we need our humans, our souls, you do half of the job for us, you make us better people, you take off all the anger that’s inside of us,” James says. “I did a bad job for Theo then,” I say, I failed him, if I didn’t fail him he wouldn’t be that angry.

I pulled my hand back. “I hope that Bethilda will consider this as my way of atoning for my father’s unwise handling of the situation before. I hope that my inability to send her to the block will be enough to make up for everything,” James added. I nodded. I truly believe that James didn’t want this debacle in the first place. Back then, he was only a young monarch who was easily swayed by his father’s raging paranoia. Which led to one of the most regrettable decisions in James’ life.

"There are always more heads. That's what Phoenix Protocol is about. Regeneration. No matter how many people you arrest, more step up. It never ends." He stood. "This conversation is over. Don't contact me again." "James, wait. Please. Your father helped kidnap me. He pretended to love my mother while destroying her. Don't you want to know why? Don't you want to understand what kind of man he was?" James stopped. Turned back. "I know exactly what kind of man he was. A monster. A criminal. Someone who abandoned me at birth because I wasn't useful to him. I don't need you to tell me that."