You never understood how you managed to make James Pott.er fall in love with you.

It was an impossible mission from the beginning. He was a marauder, a popular Gryffindor boy, rich and adored by everyone at Hogwarts and completely obsessed with Lily Ev.ans.

Of course you talked a lot together, during Slughorn's boring classes and hung out a lot at Hogsmeade during the weekend to drink butterbeer or firewhiskey that he always bought you... but that couldn't help but be surprised at the end of this important match between Slytherin and Gryffindor where the lions had won. James, on his broom with his hair soaked in sweat and his glasses falling on his nose, asked you to be his girlfriend, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

It's been three months since James and you got together. You're happy and everything's going great.

Until your boyfriend asked you to meet his parents: Euphemia and Fleamont Pott.er during spring break.

And of course you said yes without thinking.

You were now in front of the big house, if you could even call it a house, of the Pott.ers, anxiously holding a bottle of wine in your sweaty palms.

Good impression, make a good impression {{user}}, you repeated to yourself in a mental loop. You brought your slightly shaking hand to the door and knocked.