My headcanon is that James Potter was left handed. He and Sirius developed their own fighitng style according to this fact and they were very effective because they used the opposite hands so they had no weak side.
Oh my god I have this…
"YOu’RE OUT OF THE GROUP LUPIN. RETURN YOUR ‘MARAUDERS 4 LYF’ JEAN JACKET IMMEDIATELY"
I just really need Remus and Lily to have been good friends ok
(i was going to colour this but then i was like no i’m really lazy)
↳ 3/3 Ships → Jily
'Oh, well. He always made a fool of himself whenever Lily was around, he couldn't stop showing off whenever he got near her.'
"How come she married him?" Harry asked miserably, "She hated him!"
"Nah, she didn't," said Sirius.
↳ obsessive lily disorder by procrastinator-starting2moro (bonus round) [x]
i tried animating james and lily’s wedding photo.
this is really messy and not fluid at all (cus i only did 4 frames),but besides that i kinda like how james turned out. lily on the other hand… not so much lol. still haven’t figured out her face.
i’ll try doing this again when i’ve got more patience for more that 4 frames lol.
“Lily, take Harry and go! It’s him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off!”
Hold him off, without a wand in his hand!… He laughed before casting the curse…
The green light filled the cramped hallway, it lit the pram pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glow like lighting rods, and James Potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut…
He could hear her screaming from the upper floor, trapped, but as long as she was sensible, she, at least, had nothing to fear… He climbed the steps, listening with faint amusement to her attempts to barricade herself in… She had no wand upon her either… How stupid they were, and how trusting, thinking that their safety lay in friends, that weapons could be discarded even for moments…
He forced the door open, cast aside the chair and boxes hastily piled against it with one lazy wave of his wand… and there she stood, the child in her arms. At the sight of him, she dropped her son into the crib behind her and threw her arms wide, as if this would help, as if in shielding him from sight she hoped to be chosen instead…
“Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!”
“Stand aside, you silly girl… stand aside, now.”
“Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead—”
“This is my last warning—”
“Not Harry! Please… have mercy… have mercy… Not Harry! Not Harry! Please—I’ll do anything…”
“Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!”
He could have forced her away from the crib, but it seemed more prudent to finish them all…
The green light flashed around the room and she dropped like her husband. The child had not cried all this time. He could stand, clutching the bars of his crib, and he looked up into the intruder’s face with a kind of bright interest, perhaps thinking that it was his father who hid beneath the cloak, making more pretty lights, and his mother would pop up any moment, laughing—
He pointed the wand very carefully into the boy’s face: He wanted to see it happen, the destruction of this one, inexplicable danger. The child began to cry: It had seen that he was not James. He did not like it crying, he had never been able to stomach the small ones whining in the orphanage—
And then he broke. He was nothing, nothing but pain and terror.
- Godric’s Hollow, October 31, 1981