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copperbadge (PG-13)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: James/Teddy
Author on LJ:copperbadge
Author website:sam_storyteller
Why this must be read:
And just because I can and he is one of my favourite writers here’s another one bycopperbadge! This is one of those stories that cropped up after Book 7 had been published, and it delves into the lives of some of the younger generation, namely Harry’s son James and Remus and Tonks' son Teddy. There are some lovely pictures ´by elaboration, too!
The crowd, which a second before had been rabidly cheering, grew hushed as James continued his descent. He was going too fast, ridiculously fast, and it looked like he was panicking.
"POTTER, PULL UP!" Lee screamed.
Teddy saw James lean back slowly, one arm still outstretched, his shoulders practically touching the straws on his broomstick. He slid one leg around and touched his toes to the shaft. As the broomstick arrowed towards the ground, he jumped straight up.
"POTTER JUMPS HIS BROOMSTICK AS IT CONTINUES TO FALL -- HE'S IN FREE FALL. SOMEBODY GET ON THE PITCH -- SOMEBODY IS ON THE PITCH," Lee said, and Teddy realised it was him.
He had discarded the food in his hands and was running, chest heaving, feet pounding across the slick manicured grass even as James seemed to float for a minute before tumbling earthwards. He was too high up, still twenty feet at least off the ground. Teddy could see the silvery wings of the Snitch beating frantically against James' fingers.
The broomstick struck the grass and drove itself into the ground below, sticking straight up and quivering. James was falling -- there was a tremendous thud --
"JAMES," Teddy shouted, slipping and nearly tumbling head-over-heels as he tried to stop next to the crumpled body of his godfather's son.
"HARRY AND GINNY POTTER ARE DESCENDING THE STANDS -- LET THEM THROUGH -- HEALERS ARE TAKING THE FIELD," Lee continued to run commentary as if the game hadn't ended. "IT'S CHAOS HERE AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP."
"James," Teddy said, dropping to the grass and leaning over the younger man. "James, open your eyes. Come on, Jem, open up, it's Teddy."
He didn't realise he'd been holding his breath until James' eyes fluttered open. "Teddy?" he croaked.
"Don't move, mate, you've had a fall. You've got the Snitch, you won, it's okay. You're going to be okay," Teddy said, smoothing James' messy hair back.
"I jumped, huh?"
"Yeah. You were brilliant." Teddy was only vaguely aware that Albus had dropped in the grass next to him, that in the distance Harry was racing the Healers to get to his son.
"Fucking Nimbus," James murmured. "Should have gone with a Firebolt. Can't brake for shit."
Teddy laughed a little. "Don't talk, okay?"
"Sokay Teddy. You said I was gon' be fine." James closed his eyes. "Do I ha' the Snitch?"
Teddy looked at James' outflung hand. "Yeah. Can't you feel it?"
"Can't feel much," James murmured.
"James, hang on -- JAMES!" Teddy shouted, as arms began to pull him away. Healers were crouching over James now, and someone had their arm around Teddy's chest. One of the other players, one of James' teammates was tugging him backwards. "Let go of me!"
"It's all right, son," the man said. "They got him."
The Rules of Being A Godson
Pairing: James/Teddy
Author on LJ:
copperbadge Author website:
sam_storyteller Why this must be read:
And just because I can and he is one of my favourite writers here’s another one by
copperbadge! This is one of those stories that cropped up after Book 7 had been published, and it delves into the lives of some of the younger generation, namely Harry’s son James and Remus and Tonks' son Teddy. There are some lovely pictures ´by elaboration, too!The crowd, which a second before had been rabidly cheering, grew hushed as James continued his descent. He was going too fast, ridiculously fast, and it looked like he was panicking.
"POTTER, PULL UP!" Lee screamed.
Teddy saw James lean back slowly, one arm still outstretched, his shoulders practically touching the straws on his broomstick. He slid one leg around and touched his toes to the shaft. As the broomstick arrowed towards the ground, he jumped straight up.
"POTTER JUMPS HIS BROOMSTICK AS IT CONTINUES TO FALL -- HE'S IN FREE FALL. SOMEBODY GET ON THE PITCH -- SOMEBODY IS ON THE PITCH," Lee said, and Teddy realised it was him.
He had discarded the food in his hands and was running, chest heaving, feet pounding across the slick manicured grass even as James seemed to float for a minute before tumbling earthwards. He was too high up, still twenty feet at least off the ground. Teddy could see the silvery wings of the Snitch beating frantically against James' fingers.
The broomstick struck the grass and drove itself into the ground below, sticking straight up and quivering. James was falling -- there was a tremendous thud --
"JAMES," Teddy shouted, slipping and nearly tumbling head-over-heels as he tried to stop next to the crumpled body of his godfather's son.
"HARRY AND GINNY POTTER ARE DESCENDING THE STANDS -- LET THEM THROUGH -- HEALERS ARE TAKING THE FIELD," Lee continued to run commentary as if the game hadn't ended. "IT'S CHAOS HERE AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP."
"James," Teddy said, dropping to the grass and leaning over the younger man. "James, open your eyes. Come on, Jem, open up, it's Teddy."
He didn't realise he'd been holding his breath until James' eyes fluttered open. "Teddy?" he croaked.
"Don't move, mate, you've had a fall. You've got the Snitch, you won, it's okay. You're going to be okay," Teddy said, smoothing James' messy hair back.
"I jumped, huh?"
"Yeah. You were brilliant." Teddy was only vaguely aware that Albus had dropped in the grass next to him, that in the distance Harry was racing the Healers to get to his son.
"Fucking Nimbus," James murmured. "Should have gone with a Firebolt. Can't brake for shit."
Teddy laughed a little. "Don't talk, okay?"
"Sokay Teddy. You said I was gon' be fine." James closed his eyes. "Do I ha' the Snitch?"
Teddy looked at James' outflung hand. "Yeah. Can't you feel it?"
"Can't feel much," James murmured.
"James, hang on -- JAMES!" Teddy shouted, as arms began to pull him away. Healers were crouching over James now, and someone had their arm around Teddy's chest. One of the other players, one of James' teammates was tugging him backwards. "Let go of me!"
"It's all right, son," the man said. "They got him."
The Rules of Being A Godson