James’s Plans for the future!
‘James Potter’s Plans for the Future!’
“Hello future me! Nice to meet you! Haha! I’m currently writing this letter to remind myself of everything I want in the future! So, here it is!
- A big house!! Like a mansion with rooms for every single one of our friends!!
- Lily to marry me!!
- To be a FAMOUS quidditch star!!
- To be super duper rich and make sure everyone of my friends is too!!
- Me, Marlene, and Peter are going to make sure to go to the park every Saturday still!!
- Remus is never in pain again!!
Hey future me! It’s been a couple years since I’ve updated this, so here is fourth year James, adding to the list!!
- Moony is never in pain again.
- Padfoot doesn’t have to go back to that house ever again. (Regulus too!)
- I finally beat Wormtail at chess!!
- Figure out what’s going on with moony and Padfoot??
- Pull off our best pranks ever! I’m thinking like, fireworks in the food big!
- Lily to marry me :)
- Snivellous gets out of my business??
- Leave a mark on history!
That’s all I can think of. Bye!!”
James held the fragile piece of paper in his hand, staring at it. He continued to stare, in a trance, until he lost his grip on it, and it fell into his lap. Only then, did he pick it up.
He stared at it a few moments more, before his attention turned to the box next to him. The letters sitting there. He remembers now.
This box has letters from all of his friends in it. Everyone has contributed, and he gets to read their words again. He can relive them.
He gently folds the paper back up again, placing it neatly beside the box. He grabs the next letter, something small. When he opens it, it’s a small drawing of a dog, signed Padfoot, with a small star after.
James smiles at the drawing, and holds it for perhaps too long then he truly needed to. He grabs for the next.
Another small letter, and he smiles as he grabs for it. It has the neat handwriting of Minerva Mcgonagal on it, and he smiles wider.
“Dear Mr. James Potter,
In response to the letter you sent me today, no. I will not allow you to transfigure Mr. Snape into a teacup. Please refrain from asking me again.
In other news, Madame Pomfrey has told me that you are free to go check on your friend Mr. Lupin, and that he is awake. I have attached a pass for your classes today into this letter, and you are free to spend the day with him, as is Mr. Black and Mr. Pettigrew. Send him my regards.
Professor Minerva Mcgonagal, 1975.”
James’s smile never left his face as he read, and he didn’t notice the small tear running down his cheek. He folded the letter neatly, placing it on top of the other two things he had already grabbed out.
The next letter he grabs is larger. He recognizes the curl of the letters and the neat folded letter.
“Sirius.” James whispers, holding the folded letter. He pauses when he sees the year on the outside of the letter, and sighs. 1975. The year Sirius came to live with him and his parents.
He opens the letter, and reads the first sentence.
“Dear James.
I cannot be in this house anymore.”