James "Prongs" Potter (_cervus_) wrote in hogwarts_dawn, @ 2021-02-22 16:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: harry potter, character: james potter, character: sirius black |
RP: Prongs' arrival
Who: James and Harry Potter, and whoever wants to jump in!
When: February 22nd
Where: Starting in the entrance hall
What: Prongs' arrival
James let out another (he thought) pretty convincing snore and squeezed his eyes tightly closed. Maybe if he stayed still enough....
The sharp kick to his shin told him Lily hadn't been fooled by his excellent acting, and he bit back a groan as he forced himself up and out of bed. Harry wasn't crying exactly, but there was some very enthusiastic babbling going on which really wasn't ideal for 3am. James grabbed his wand and glasses from the nightstand without thinking, smothering a yawn as he pushed the bedroom door open and stepped out onto the landing.
The crunch of leaves underfoot was slightly alarming.
James froze. He was outside. The fresh air snapped at his cheeks, biting against the exposed skin on his arms and legs. Stupidly, ridiculously, he turned back to stare at his bedroom door. But it wasn't there. James was stood all alone, dressed in his old Wimborne Wasps Wasps pyjamas in the middle of a forest clearing.
For a long moment he just felt confusion. Then, all at once, panic set in. It rose in him like a wave, and he spun on his heel, searching the shadows between the trees, his fingers going numb as his grip tightened on his wand. There was blood rushing through his ears, and his heart was beating a thousand mile an hour in his ears. How had they found them? Where were Lily and Harry? What was happening? This didn't seem right... it wasnt like them to just dump him. Something must be coming.
He started moving, stumbling through the trees. It was as if his feet recognised the place before he did because they moved on their own, following some route memorized long ago until, unknowingly, James stumbled out of the trees to stare up at Hogwarts castle, magnificent and imposing against the pale morning sky.
Dumbledore.
Relief rushed over him, swiftly followed by anger. What was the mad old codger thinking? This had to be him, surely. What else could it be? Breaking back into a run, James dashed across the grounds and was soon shoving open the heavy main doors, letting them crash offensively through the calm of the entrance hall as he strode over the threshold.