| ||Rating: 15+||Story Reviews: 40|
Characters: Neville, James (II), Teddy, OC, OtherCanon
Genre(s): Drama, Humor, Romance
Era: Next Generation
Pairings: James/OC, Other Pairing
Status: Work In Progress|
First Published: 2017.01.03
Last Published Chapter: 2017.09.24
Last Updated: 2017.09.24
Favorite Story Of: 12 users
| ||Advisory: Contains profanity, Mild violence, Substance abuse|
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I need to learn to take a joke, James Sirius Potter needs to learn to think ahead, and as a result, we both need to learn to face our fears.
We're in for a hell of a year.
Of House pride, midnight escapades, outrageous (but credible) conspiracies, poorly executed pranks, the resulting detentions, and the nightmare known as fifth year.
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|1||In Which It Probably Wasn't My Fault
"It's not my fault he's got a delicate nose," I grumbled.
|2||In Which We (Sort of) Save Fred's Life
Tara opened her mouth to speak but trailed off as Professor Lupin stepped into the classroom, looking as pleased with himself as I had ever seen a professor.
|3||In Which I'm My Own Worst Enemy
Sarah snorted. "She nearly melted your skin off last time you offered, and you're still willing to help?"
|4||In Which I Am Terrible with Locks
Potter's face lit up. "You locked yourself out?" He asked, looking a bit too incredulous for someone who'd known me for nearly five years.
|5||In Which It Was Definitely My Fault
He held out the bottle of fire whiskey to me.
|6||In Which (Some) Wrongs Are Righted
Potter hesitated and I tore my gaze away before he released his grip on my arm. His smirk returned. "It's your song."
|7||In Which Halloween and Firewhiskey Happen
"We could run away and start a brothel," Bailey giggled. She had an ink stain on her forehead and a look in her eyes that I was fairly certain meant she was delirious from sleep deprivation.
|8||In Which Rumors Rule Hogwarts
"I can't say I'm surprised, but really, James? In a wardrobe?"
|9||In Which I Break a Desk
"You're judging me," I complained as I closed my Charms textbook. "It's wrecking my concentration."
|10||In Which I'm Beaten By a Quaffle
"Merlin," He mumbled, and before I could do something like beat him with my broomstick, he cupped my chin in his hand to tilt my head back and shoved the rag at me.
|11||In Which I Start a Fight
"Alright, so they won't forget, but no one died, so I reckon things'll settle a little," Bailey backtracked.
|12||In Which We Start a Revolution
"Simmons!" Fred gave a wicked grin and spread his arms to motion to the chaos. "Isn't it beautiful?"
|13||In Which Mistletoe Is a Tragedy
The initial crash was followed by a variety of yelling and cursing, and I rose grouchily to see figures moving outside the window.
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