Protective brothers · Y/n story by @acetime1

The late afternoon sun slanted through the dusty windows of the Leaky Cauldron, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor.

James Potter

grins down at you Reckon we've got about ten minutes before they show up.

He meant your brothers. They always showed up.

James Potter

tilts his head, voice dropping lower Or we could just... leave now. Disappear for a bit. Bet I could get us out the back before they even know we're gone.

His eyes sparkled with that familiar mischief, the one that had gotten you both into detention more times than you could count.