#Metamorphmagus Regulus

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Hey! Is there a chance to continue " jewel of wool's orphanage"?

Would the blacks find out about regulus and take him?

What would happen when he gets to Hogwarts?

When will reg find out that tom is actually Voldemort??

Life at Wool's Orphanage was better than Regulus thought. Yes, they had very little in earthly possessions, and the roof over their heads didn't keep the elements out as well as it should, but all in all, Regulus found that the dynamics were close to the Slytherin Common room.

Meaning he was excellent at handling his surroundings.

The first hurdle he conquered was the caregivers, specifically Ms. Cole, who held no sympathy for the children. He quickly realized that she chose to work in this institution because muggle women didn't have many options in the workforce, unlike the magical one, and she liked to be praised.

She glowed whenever someone mentioned how "brave" and "strong" she was for taking on the heavy burden of dealing with the worthless brats of society.

In the muggle world, orphans were seen in the same scorn light as Squibs were. They were to blame for their misfortune and would likely amount to nothing because of it too.

So the way to make her look better and gain her approval was to play up his physical age and publicly thank her for everything she did for him. He was careful to not come off as a boot licker, but before long, Regulus would join her in errands, sweetly telling the muggles who watched them how amazing it was to be saved by Ms. Cole.

His perfect mannerism was a product of Ms. Cole.

His perfect speech was a side effect of Ms. Cole.

Ms.Cole was the reason little Regulus was like a doll. And oh, how she adored the way muggles congratulated her for everything that made him.

If only he wasn't a pennyless orphan, Regulus would be the perfect young boy. The muggles whispered to each other as he held the door for others, smile sweetly, and followed Ms. Cole like a little duckling.

She adores that he did what she said and when she said it. Never noticing how strangely intelligent, he was for being able to keep up at the tender age of three. The rest of the caregivers quickly picked up he was one of her favorites- a majority were orphans who, upon aging out, returned after not making it out in the world and bitterly took jobs in the hell hole. They acted slowly but surely, treating him better to not earn the headmistress' wrath.

They all remembered what happened when the Headmistress of Wool's lost her temper and had the scars to prove it. It was better to treat Regulus like a naive little prince- likely thinking him too stupid to be of any actual harm.

Regulus knew this would cause the rest of the orphans at Wools to become bitter at the favoritism, just as the other Slytherins had been when he first joined the Quidditch team. In Slytherin, he had the House of Black to fall onto and keep himself safe from their jealous sneers but in Wool's, he had to make do with what he had.

That came in the form of carefully placed kindness.

The other children didn't have to steal from Regulus. No, the boy gave his things away but never without a price. He watched the children and saw what each could offer for trade and what they needed before the child realized it themselves.

For example, Billy, who clutched his pet rabbit as his only emotional support, did not notice his rabbit was growing too big and would need a new pen. He had given one of the older girls a stylish scarf, gifted to him by one of the nuns Ms. Cole likes to flaunt him in front of, in exchange for her large shoe box. He then filled it with newspaper, stuffed it with hay from the stable, and approached Billy, offering the "bunny bed" to the boy's delight.

They had never spoken before that, but it meant that his bunny bed seemed much more genuine. Billy happily placed his rabbit in the box and named facts about the animal while Regulus smiled and listened.

Not once did he tell Billy to shut up, roll his eyes, or make the boy feel stupid for his love of rabbits, and that endured him like no other to the muggle child.

Later when Regulus mentions how fantastic the ribbons that decorated his room are, Billy thinks nothing of giving some to him. He seemed unaware of the uneven trade because it wasn't in the other boy's mind.

The ribbons were Regulus' gift for being so thoughtful.

A gift he then used to make Sally's hair look spectacular for her school dance, his tiny fingers still able to do the hairdos of the aristocrats. When he convinced her to let him do her make-up, he had turned a dull girl into a beauty. She returned with a bright smile, a filled dance card, and a little surprise teddy bear as a thank you.

That toy found its way to a nine-month baby in the nursery, who had been struggling to fall asleep, keeping everyone up with her constant wailing. One well-placed teddy to hold and a sweet lullaby had her slumbering and, more importantly, making the nurse in charge of the room internally grateful.

Soon Regulus developed a reputation for being thoughtful. He listened to everyone, was kind to everyone, helped anyone, and he become a well-respected boy at the orphanage.

It also became an unwritten rule that Regulus was a neutral party. No one bothered him because he was on friendly terms with every clique and power. Of course, he wasn't a leader of anything, but the other kids would stand up for him if anyone tried to bully him.

After all, how could they be mean to Regulus? The boy is so kind.

He was always willing to help when needed, crafting the image of a harmless little pushover without anyone the wiser that he was carefully manipulating them to his advantage. Three years since his arrival, no one had noticed.

Well, nearly no one.

"Nuse Jane thought a box of chocolate would mean you come back to change diapers for her, didn't she?" Tom asked, placing Regulus in his lap and peering at the small box the head nursery nurse had passed him that morning with a wink. "No wonder she can't get anyone to marry her. She's stupid."

"She has her usages. Manipulation is not one of them." Regulus sighed, allowing the strange muggle-born to bury his nose in his hair and smile against his skull.

Since meeting that fateful night in the nursery, the two had been roommates and nearly inseparable.

Oh, others tried to pry them apart but accidents tended to happen to them not long after. It was no secret that Tom was the cause of them even if there was never any proof.

The fact that Regulus was the only one who could curve his violent outburst only further made him more liked to the rest of Wools.

He needed to figure out what to make of Tom.

The boy was gifted when it came to magic, ridiculously so, already having control over it far better than most adults.

The three wandless spells Regulus taught him were so easily mastered that Tom took it upon himself to learn different kinds independently. The scary part was that he succeeded, having uncovered Lumos and a color-changing charm on his own, after spending weeks concentrating enough.

What could he accomplish with proper training? With a wand? Obviously, Tom wouldn't go on to make much of a name for himself since Regulus could not recall a single Tom Riddle, but he was useful now.

If he was honest with himself, Regulus also liked having another wizard about, even if it was a muggle-born.

Tom seemed to adore showing Regulus his progress, but the time traveler noticed that the muggle-born treated him much like a toy. In Tom's eyes, Regulus was a shiny plaything, and he wasn't sure if that was healthy.

Tom's crush on him may be less so. But Regulus grew up in the House of Black- healthy relationships weren't common there, and he didn't mind the boy's feelings so much.

It was nice to be someone's obsession.

"Regulus!" Billy yells, breaking the peace by throwing open the door without knocking. At once, he felt Tom's magic swirl in displeasure, so he quickly leaned back into the boy and clamped a hand on the arms around his middle.

Tom settles again, but likely glaring at the intruder, who looks pale.

"What is it, Billy?" He asks carefully, making his voice soft but sharing his articulation. It usually makes the other orphans listen to him faster.

"You won't believe it," Billy says after a moment, his eyes wide. "A pair of men arrived claiming to be looking for you!"

"For me?" Regulus tilts his head. "Why?"

"They think they're your family! A mister Marius Black with his father, Cygnus Black, saw your picture in the Christmas choir and came as soon as they could. They're speaking to Ms. Cole now." Whatever fear of Tom quickly disappeared as Billy hastily threw open their closet, taking out Regulus' church clothes- the best he owned. "Quickly, you have to change! They may take you home with them if you can impress them enough."

For Merlin's sake, they found him? After putting so much effort into securing his place in Wool's Orphanage, the house of Black was trying to exploit him again?

"They're wrong," Tom hisses, his voice dipping into the perfect imitation of a snake. "Regulus is mine. He's not going anywhere."

"I'm comfortable with that," Regulus tells him, snuggling closer. Tom's silly crush is perfect in times like these. He blinks big eyes at the boy, whose cold expression slowly melts into a blush. "Will you hide me, Tom? I don't want to go away."

As predicted, Tom folds faster than wet paper. "We can hide you in the backyard shed. Hurry."

"But Regulus! Mr. Black could be your father. you could leave!" Billy protests, but the two are already running down the hall. Regulus' tiny six-year-old legs are no match for Tom's fast stride, and sadly that is his undoing.

"Regulus is Wool's jewel. The boy could do no wrong, I assure you, sirs- oh, here he is now!" Ms. Cole says when she rounds the corner with two men behind her. Tom skits to a stop before colliding with them, but Regulus is not as lucky, crashing into the legs of once great-grandfather Cygnus Black.

The worst part was that he landed on a magic stone the man was wearing as a ring. A stone meant to glow when near family magic. Likely a test to see if Marius has produced a magical child after all.

One he just unwillingly passed.

"Marius, my son, you have found my grandson." The aged man says, hiding the glowing ring before Ms. Cole or Tom sees it. The Squib's face lights up, kneeling to stare at Regulus like he is his salvation.

And Regulus is his salvation because being called son after being disowned meant the disownment was officially over. Marius has just earned his way back into the Ancient and Noble House of Black.

"Hello there, son. I've been looking for you everywhere." Marius says in a fatherly tone, and it's so different from how he had first sounded when his whore mother dropped him off on his doorsteps three years ago. It's upsetting.

He knows deep down that his body is still young, and he can not control all of his emotional outbursts because of it. The anger he feels for this squib trying to take advantage of him so their so-called family can give a flying crap about them is enough to have his magic's careful control slip.

He feels a tingle around his scalp and the three adults mouth's drop.

Ms. Cole gasps in horror. "What in the world?! "

A strand of hair falls into his eyes, and Regulus is about to push it out of the way when he notices an alarming change.

His hair is an angry red, not the raven black he has had all his life. Both of his lives.

"A metamorphmagus." Cygnus breaths, hand over his chest and smiling widely. "Marius, you sired a metamorphmagus."

For fuck's sake, Regulus did not want to deal with any of this.

#Hpdabbles #The Jewel of Wool's Orphanage #Part 3 #Harry Potter #Time travel #Regulus being a Slytherin #None of the kids are aware #Tom sees right through his Hufflepuff mask #The Black are back! #Regulus re-incarnated but not in his own body #Metamorphmagus Regulus

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Protego Pt 3 - Half

Posting Pt 3 of this mini series. hope you like it and do let me know what you think if you are so inclined. More fun to come with this era and group. All I’m posting today to let everyone enjoy. :)

“Full up.” A twiggy shaggy brown haired boy said. He'd slid between the open train car door. Ruining the plan both James and Sirius made. Bent on being the one to tussle their way to sharing the ride with those redheads. In front of their faces, both boys willing to sit on the floor if they had to, the glass windowed door was shut and locked sending them elsewhere. Along the way to actually trade names and see who the fellow loser belonged to.

Right around the cunning teen turned. Lips parted in a successful puff of air to help a grin form in greeting the twin girls. Both partly hidden behind the dark haired boy, that had moved to block them in the door scuffle. “Remus,” he spoke first to the other shaggy sandy haired boy nearest to the window the trio looked to in confusion. Hand extended, they began a brief clasp more than a shake. Each greeting the familiar face during the contact returned then dropped. Enabling the now named Remus to fix his baggy cardigan around himself to sit down.

“Junior,” the part of his name spoken had the instigator smirk. As it revealed Remus had only heard what the former was called by his father inside the Ministry.

“Glad to see a familiar face.” Next his hand was offered to the round glasses, corduroy and tweed clad boy on the other side of Remus. “Diggory, right?”

“Yes, Amos.” The bowl hair cut around this new boy's face shifted mid nod. Then stilled in a quizzical look at the taller boy, whose hand Amos released. “But your name isn’t Junior? Right?”

“Barty." Barty replied and right away turned his body to reach around Severus to offer his hand right to Jewels. “Crouch Jr. Pleasure to meet you.” Through the glass barrier behind him more slow passing teens stole their own glances inside the car. Many already had peered inside of on their way past, all eager to see what those before them had noticed and had to keep stealing partly obstructed looks back at once passed.

“Jewelia Evans,” the girl replied in an uncertain tone to the timid offer of her hand. Reluctant to take his hand as if he was a snarling dog, unable to take her eyes off his direct stare.

“Our dads work together in the Ministry, different fields, er, Remus Lupin and Amos Diggory.” Right away his eyes snapped to Lily at the pull of the hand out of his so Jewels could cling it to her belly, and blindly ensure it was intact still by means of her spare hand. “You are?” Again his eyes darted to Jewels and back again.

When Barty's eyes were off her Jewels looked to Remus in the flinch of a wave her way she returned. Not noticing the slip of her natural dead on purple eyes Amos fixated on their alluring green shade. Until they fell on his grinning self and became purple to Remus’ new green view.

“Lily Evans,” the sister said proudly, even from behind Severus. Smiling as she did so mid subtle stretch to straighten up her posture in doing so.

Off Jewels Barty's eyes snapped to Severus, still unmoved from his place as a wall blocking Lily whose hand was taken next. “Brother? Triplets are rare here.”

“Neighbor,” Severus answered flatly. Still staring directly in the shared brown eyed half curious half protective staring contest.

“Sevy,” Jewels softly uttered in a poke to her best friend’s arm that broke the stare as both looked her way.

“Eyes,” Lily sharply muttered. Bumping her body into her sister to force them both onto the seat to help hide the shift back to look identical to Lily. Avoiding once again being the one to stir up whispers about the pair. To stop the first try to call them freaks and ruin their chances to make friends here. Gaze fixed upon the floor Jewels sat. Lost to focus of her mind on every inch of her body to get control again after being startled into the reveal. A look of fear glint across her face in doing so. A look Remus felt stab at his chest from a fellow secret keeper.

“Severus Snape.” He drew focus of Barty and Amos back onto himself in declaring his name and tightening the grip on the hand still locked in Barty's. A move that had the other half of the newly introduced pair smirk back at him.

“There’s a fifth year,” calmly Remus spoke. Those now emerald eyes landed on him to the knock of his weathered shoe into her new polished pair, “can do that with his eyes.” the rest of the sentence spoken in a gesture of a finger to both of his own blue pair.

Awkward and curious a grin tugged onto Jewelia’s face to ask softly, “He can?”

Remus nodded, “Maybe you’ll be sorted to his house. I’ll point him out.”

Lily smiled, “Can’t wait to be sorted. Make new friends.” Settling better into her seat to make room for Jewelia she’d noticed was pinned into the corner of the booth and the wall in the hasty plop to sit down.

Severus broke the contact first and sighed in lowering himself down to sit beside the girl he loved. Still watching as Barty claimed his seat beside Amos, who had now righted his own clearly hand me down jacket around his sticky self. “Where do your parents work?” Barty again was looking right at Jewels, who tried not to blush at being the focus of this odd boy’s attention. As she’s usually be forgotten beside Lily back home. “Haven’t seen you about. Don’t sound from the North or anywhere near the isles.”

“Uh, Daddy works in Tax Law, Mummy is a Pet Groomer on the side.”

That had Barty narrow his eyes and Severus state the obvious, “Their parents are Muggles.”

And between them Barty looked and let out a disbelieving chuckle, “No, you can’t be serious.” Unable to believe one with such a magical  and inherited allure affecting the attentions of so many could come from mere Muggles.

“That, is what our parents do.” Jewels said haltingly.

“The Prefect sent to speak with us said Muggle-Borns are quite common.” Lily argued to help break any focus off her sister who might let slip another reveal of her eyes to the staring boys.

“Barty be nice,” Remus interjected and had Barty look his way and scoff.

“I am being,” he looked back to Jewels saying, “I’m not insulting you. Just, caught me off guard.” And he looked to Severus asking, “Muggle-Born too?”

“My mother is a Witch.” Severus sighed and relented more, “Works in a book editing company. My father has many seasonal trades.”

“Where was your mother sorted?” Barty asked with a smile, “Mine were Slytherin and Gryffindor. Mum broke out her red and gold scarf today.” Adding a chuckle to how happy she seemed in the send off as the train began to let off a whistle and jerked from its stationary place to leave the platform.

“Slytherin.”

“Take it she’s not the Snape?” Barty asked with brow raised.

“Eileen Prince,” Severus answered and the boy grinned.

“Kicked my dad out of the dorm once, literally. Never let’s go of a reaction like that.” Over the sisters he looked again and spoke with the boys to his right next, “Where your parents after for you two?”

Remus answered flatly, “Anywhere but the forest.” And Barty chuckled to the turn of Remus’ eyes to the window to avoid thoughts on being sorted, and how he would keep his other side to himself. Amos spoke up on his own parents' hopes. Then Barty dove into sharing more on the houses for the girls and broke out stories he’d heard from older friends, relatives and his parents about the school. The start of a gap bridging conversation, that more than once would lure out slips of those same color changing eyes on the very giddy Jewels. Who hoped to be making friends that could last for the next seven years. Every detail memorized to be written down later in both their diaries and letters home.

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 “Who are you?” Bellatrix Lestrange asked Jewels. Who'd just apologized for bumping into her arm on the way to the numerous first years in a swarmed mess to be lined up for the boat ride ahead.

“Jewelia Evans,” she replied. Almost sounding like a question at the break in her voice to the intently staring girl who had noticed those same eyes right away.

“Be nice to the Muggle-Born Bella.” Barty spoke up as he came to take Jewelia’s side. Kindly patting the startled redhead’s back to comfort and show support.

“Don’t lie to me, Crouch.” Bellatrix uttered. And when he stepped away from Jewels he led the darker haired witch aside. To stop what he knew could only escalate and make the Muggle raised girl more uncomfortable.

“Right up to the front,” Lily urged and tugged both sister and Severus along into view of Rubeus Hagrid. The groundskeeper who helped the trio into a boat one at a time. Every inch of his half giant frame ready to catch any child with uncertain footing.

“Why are we taking boats?” Jewels whispered to Severus to Lily’s settle into the front seat of the boat. The question made Rubeus smile and offer his hand next to her.

“Never quite got a response myself my first year. For the view, my guess.” His reply accented with a chuckle.

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 “Gryffindor!” Proud Lily was the first of the trio sorted. And to the shock of everyone there the next child with the nearest birthday was called. Not Jewels who smiled at the sister she assumed to be joining at the clapping table soon. A belief shared by the boy who went to take a seat at the same table. Leaving room for the identical sister between him and Lily for that assumption.

“Slytherin.” Severus off his turn at the stool was watched by the still lingering sister. Her being whispered about by many throughout the crowd to be sorted and those at their assigned tables. Without a glance back on his path to the clapping table to take up the seat beside a soon to be named, dual hair colored, Narcissa Black.

Barty had even gotten sorted. And gave the anxious girl a pat on the arm on his way towards his seat at the Slytherin table. Once there he asked the girls beside Severus to kindly scoot over so he could sit down. All so he could ask the best friend, “Why wasn’t Jewelia called after Lily?”

“Jewels was adopted.” The answer dawned on Barty and those within earshot at the much welcomed explanation.

“Oh that clears it all up,” and Barty let out a relieved chuckle, “No Muggle could pull that off.” Instantly luring Severus to look directly at him. Instead of James Potter and Sirius Black who had been inching closer to the girl left behind Remus had been keeping equally anxious company in their wait.

“Hmm,” three minutes the sorting hat sat silent atop her head. No longer in deep reflection but merely in awe at the odd slew of tongue twisters Jewelia had been reciting in her mind to not be a multicolored mess right now in front of the entire student body and staff at the wait for where she belonged.

“Ahem.” Minerva spoke up and the hat opened its cloth fold eyes.

“Yes Minerva?” It replied and arched its head to peer at the Professor who had moved closer to see if she might help move things along.

“Her house?” Minerva asked.

“Aha, yes, a fine adornment for Ravenclaw. Fair penchant for tongue twisters to boot.” Minerva smiled in relief to the eruption of noise from the silver and blue adorned table. Every one of them more than glad to make room for the girl who stumped the hat for so long. Relief swelled and spilled violently throughout the hall and crowd just to leave Jewels so far from Lily and Severus.

“Sirius Black.” The name that came next, another name the girl didn’t recognize out of those left. One by one to be called while she was at a table filled entirely with strangers to her. Friendly but strangers no less.

Through the crowd during the final few, Remus by her was spotted. He drew her focus to a grey feather embroidered black jacket wearing teen seated a bit farther down the Ravenclaw table. To the older teen from his eyes Remus' fingers moved. Right away her lips parted in remembering the fact that had many at her table check between the first years and warn the fifth year of being talked about.

Ted Tonks, who she’d later be able to meet when he helped to guide her and the other first years to their tower. One of the Prefects she’d have ample time to build up the nerve to talk to. Right when his eyes landed on the overly quiet first year he assumed to be nervous he urged his eyes to flicker a few colors mid sudden sprout of his natural ears into those of a bear around his black pointed hat, to try and make her smile. The shock of which had her eyes instantly change to purple widening his smile. Right to her glass she looked so he could have an angle of her eyes that looked green and he let out a chuckle. Forcing his ears and hair back to normal. He straightened up on his seat to share with his friends around him the obvious reason why he was pointed out to her.

Mentally he made note to talk to the girl even if he had to wait for the walk up to the tower to do so. Let her know that even without her sister to room with she wasn’t alone. Sure he was the only one able to change like her he knew of. But amongst the other female student body there were those the boys could feel an unyielding pull to gawk at and shadow to be in their company. Just as soon as she stopped focusing on her sister too engrossed in conversation of the two boys who tried to get inside the train car earlier.

Much like her sister Bellatrix, Andromeda Black, beside her boyfriend Ted, kept a lingering stare at the first year who seemed to have Slytherin's eyes. Marking them as relations of a most perplexing variety if she was born from a pair of Muggles. Yet somehow of stronger connection than the Black line to have inherited that one feature. Those questions would have to wait though as the new girl would be early to bed to rest for the first day of classes and the pair of Prefects were off to their first meeting of the year.

 *.*.* Jewels *.*.*

 On break between Transfigurations and lunch the first years were let loose to roam the halls at their fancy. Jewelia and Severus walked alone, hoping to find a sunny place to sit and wait as Lily was halls away having a word with the Potions Professor on a weird reaction her hand had to an ingredient to see if it needed a quick remedy or not.

Severus broke the focus she had on more students whispering and nodding her way from the other end of the corridor by saying, “The moody one came down to our dorm last night. Has a cousin in the room across from mine, let him in and gave him a blanket for the couch in the common room.” Jewelia’s brow rose at the curious notion of the perplexing Sirius Black. The boy who seemed to be gaining popularity amongst Gryffindors thanks to his new friend James Potter. A clearly well off Pure-Blood from a family nearly as old as the Black Family. The pair now firm in a group of four boys including curiously enough Remus. The boy who kept to himself nearly as much as she did, somehow tangled up with the pompous Potter Lily now mentioned daily in his tries to get to know her better. “Apparently not all is going swimmingly between the pair.”

Clearly Jewels was on edge, or so he heard, having checked in with a few older Ravenclaw students who said the young eye grabbing co-ed was not being the most talkative since being split from Lily and himself. Even more so when she would take spare time each night after curfew to write to another mysterious sister not attending here others had bets on what magical school she had been accepted at if not here.

And just like a bad egg being stepped on a voice like a foul scent filled the air of the space announcing James Potter here to spoil the assumed calm afternoon. “Mind the balloons Snivellus, wouldn’t want to spoil your only tailored piece of clothing to your pitiful name.” James mocked aloud mid explosion of a balloon charm he cast that coated Severus in colored powder reeking of papaya.

A crack of a broken nose followed and the smug peacock dropped to a hard fist colliding with his face by none other than the now red and gold eyed glowing girl in love with the target of said prank. Bloody handed Jewels stood glaring at the prankster who enraged her. Goading cackles and noises from the students milling by muffled in her ears as her body stood ready to hit him again if he went for his dropped wand. That hand in a fist while her other arm remained locked around her books she hoped to keep in good order for their price for years to come. But not a moment later a startling authoritative shout drew a visible flinch from several.

“EVANS!” Minerva shouted in a determined stride that way. Under the ruckus the sound of Jewels’ books she let free to hide and flee muffled, same as the disappointed sigh from Severus, who bent to collect them to join his own on his way to find where she had raced off to. Unnoticed by Sirius’ wide eyes that followed the clap of hands over the beginnings of a beak on Jewels’ face and her race away. “Soon as you find her send her to my office!” Minerva instructed.

Sirius moved past bloody nosed James to ask the flustered Professor en route to speak to said groaning boy bent forward collapsed onto the stone floor clutching at his throbbing face, “Muggle-Born, right?”

“I beg your pardon, Sirius?” she asked ticking her brow upwards.

“Jewels, she’s supposed to be Muggle-Born?” He clarified the question that nearly everyone of well off lines had asked themselves. A puzzle in human form, showing traits of beings that could not be found ever in Muggle lines causing many to insist they heard from others Severus himself said she was in fact adopted both solving and not solving the perplexing puzzle.

“I don’t rightly see the worth-,” she tried to say but was cut off.

“I think she’s half Veela.” He said dropping the Professor’s jaw. In a pinch of fingers mid tug of that hand away from his lips he motioned a hand to elaborate his point, “Beak, and she glows, and the temper.”

Minerva huffed. Just now realizing the most logical reason why the young girl had been coming off possibly as owner of an unnamed chip on her shoulder requiring spare effort. “That, is a possibility.”

He nodded and said, “I’ll find her a book on it.” Order free he made his way to the library leaving behind James and lanky Remus, the latter leaned against a wall snickering at the sudden change of goals in Sirius. All at this proof of their week long debate on why Jewels seemed to be unmistakably irresistible to look away from. Peter alone was the one to help guide James to the Hospital Wing.

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Softly Sirius cleared his throat on the other side of the bathroom Jewels was pretending to not be inside of. With his arm nudged the door open enough to levitate the book inside. “I’m sending a book in, don’t damage it or anything. Librarian Pince will raze the school to the ground if her collection is damaged. Thought you might need a few answers.”

Before he guessed it would the door opened and his wide eyed self peered on at the pink cheeked girl with still golden pupils, who held the open book facing him to show what could only be named as an inhuman creature. Two legged but with wings and a bird head to match the talon ended feet and sharply clawed thick knuckled fingers of the rage filled beast. “I am not-,”

“That’s a full Veela,” he blurted out. Then gestured at the stuffed miniature cow shaped stool at his side that she looked to then back up at him again, making him sigh and step aside to reveal a chair with legs that didn’t match in length. “I’m still only able to make wobbly chairs, that’s got four even legs.”

Softly she huffed and eased out of the door to plop down on the cushioned animal stool in demand of answers. Down onto his chair he lowered, extending the plant of his feet at the tilt of the chair to one side he ignored the motion to explain this fuller to the girl who had absolutely no clue what had been happening to her. “Half Veela don’t fully change like that, it, depends on the family line, some countries have different traits. I think it’s twelve chapters in, talks about half Veela. They do have powders for the glow, perfumes for the allure of others, and some shops do have charms to help, with the,” his hand rose to gesture out of his mouth like a beak just making her bashfully cover her mouth with a hand.

“I didn’t mean it, like that,” onto her shoulder his hand moved. “It’s a nice beak, at least the base of it, haven’t seen it full on yet.” At him her eyes glared and he choked out a laugh and cleared his throat again. “James, he can be like my Mum sometimes. Just a light switch. Sudden ignition, no reasoning required. You can’t,” he said and felt his voice taper off in the lock of his eyes on hers to just stare at the eyes so unlike any half Veela line he’d heard of before, but rang close to his own.

The shove into his arm that had him rock unsteadily on his seat snapped his thoughts back to the present. “Stop doing that, everyone in my dorm already stares at me.” Muddled in self pity and uncertainty of what to do with the name of this supposed condition of hers she dropped her eyes to the book now open on her lap. Freeing a full look at the roots of her hair that began to bleed out lime green.

“You’re a Morpher too!” Up at him again her eyes snapped, this was her turn to be the wide eyed one. “Super rare mixture! No wonder the reaction is so reflexive when you get upset!”

“What?” she asked squeaked. Up he stood gesturing his wand, pulled from his pocket, at the cow stool that levitated behind him to head for the library not far away from this rarely used bathroom. “I can walk…” she stammered out with hands and feet locked on the stool to not fall off at the same time.

“Best you stay on the stool or you might hit someone again. Professor wants to talk to you still you know, trouble maker you.” He joked, turning his head back to flash her a quick wink trying to calm her down in the wait of this newly added fact.

But at the end of the proper aisle inside the library he helped her down to share the system to her organizing the rows on various conditions that were inherited through magical lines. “Metamorphmagus. Gobblety gook word for shape shifters. Your body hits a rage and that kicks off to fill out what the blood knows to be a hidden side of you.” Pulling out the proper book he had been in search of.

Up at him she looked and timidly asked, “They don’t, lock those up, do they?”

Over her face he looked in concern and shook his head. “No. No they don’t. Muggles might not ever think they’re actually real outside of science fiction or fairy tales, but they are, just regular people who are able to change how they look, people, animals, creatures even if they practice enough. Like that Prefect Tonks who’s dating my cousin. So maybe, now you know what’s going on it might help, with the-,”

“You lift your hand I’m going to punch you.” She said luring a wide smile across his face.

“Detention, in the least. Now, I’m gonna take you to Professor,” and he moved to the side of the stool to pat the head on it winning a sigh from her in return for the action. “Or I could be labeled an accomplice and end up in the desk beside you. And think of the misery in that, spending an entire evening with me at your side.” That had her plop back onto the cow and he smiled again, “Thank you, from the deepest cockles of my heart for sparing me and yourself the cruelest of evenings party to my company in shared misery of the foulest of tasks.”

“A bit thick,” she muttered and he chuckled, going to check out the second book for her to borrow so he could hover her to the stern but understanding Professor. Who for most of the time until dinner would share all she could to fill in gaps, including hand over an order form for some Veela products to help with the most troublesome traits Minerva herself would foot the bill for and keep up to date on check ins to see how they would help in day to day issues. Sheepishly the teen spoke up to Minerva’s inquest on any more questions to ask, “Does any of this help with the nightmares?”

“Nightmares?” Minerva asked straightening up, “Concerning what precisely?”

“There’s a woman, and she’s locked away, alone, I keep seeing her. She can’t get out. She looks like me.”

Minerva over the top of the desk leaned in to rest a hand on top of Jewels’, “How often do you have this dream?”

“Seven years. Few times a month in the least.”

Minerva’s mouth opened a moment and she nodded, prompt to stand on her feet and offer a hand. “Come with me. Divinations Professor Onai is best to play council to these dreams of yours, and if not her we shall inquire upon a Centaur of the herd in the dark forest.” A possible Seer of limited capabilities, just foreboding dreams apparently linked to a single trapped woman they couldn’t name in any way was the given and unhelpful prognosis. The solution, nightly rituals to help and dampen the frequency of said dreams at least were added amongst the new tasks for detention each night until the window of punishment had run out.

Tricks easy enough for her to carry on all on her own, but not alone, soon she would make good on her self made plan to sneak into the forbidden forest to find the Centaur herd and see what they might have to draw out of the dream. A plan successful in that she got her answer, the trapped woman is a ghost of some power to her past. A guiding spirit instilling warnings of things to avoid muddled by lack of knowledge on how to share the pain precisely beyond the dividing veil. To the Muggle side of her upbringing it rang closer to a guardian angel, and like their biblical counterparts were equally terrifying as beautiful, so the fact these warnings came to be nightmares shifted a bit less unsettling once seen through that light.

To get out of the castle proved to be a simple task. Sneaking back in however was how she got caught. That trip would spur on a month more detention, through which her absent humming observed by Flitwick would begin a change to her life in a way she would have never guessed while being a student in this magical place.

Pt 4

#Harry Potter #Marauders Era #Jewelia Evans x Severus Snape Unrequited #Severus Snape x Lily Evans Unrequited #Sirius Black #James Potter #Remus Lupin #Peter Pettigrew #Regulus Black #Minerva McGonagall #Librarian Pince #Metamorphmagus #Veela #Muggle-Born troubles #Not a Monster #Long fic #rewrite #Sibling drama #teen drama

[anonymousqualities]

Metamorphmagus Regulus but some how James can always tell when its him.

Regulus disguised as Lily after they agreed on pranking james.

Regulus is a proud people watcher and is good at mimicking mannerisms.

*Everyone none the wiser as regulus sits at the gryffindor table. He occasionally glares warningly at remus, who's smirking knowingly but stays silent*

James trudges to the table and flops down. Curls everywhere and glasses askew. Still half asleep, he blinks blearily in 'lily's' direction.

"....."

"....."

Regulus raising a brow but schools his expression to concern "everything alright james-"

"Morning Reggie"

Aside from Remus' amused snort and sirius undignified squawk as his head snaps to 'lily's' direction in horror, there section goes quiet. James doesn't react. Only casually filling his plate with breakfast.

Regulus huffs in frustration. His cold glare looking extremely out of place with lily's features as he gets up. He promptly storms out of the hall to where he agreed to meet up with Evans.

James watches him stomp away with a fond smirk as he takes a bite of his eggs.

-

Remus can smell its reg even with lily's perfum

Sirius always sucked at telling if its him. He can only tell as padfoot

James has always been eerily good at knowing its regulus. Even before becoming prongs

Regulus claims its creepy but secretly finds it endearing 💕 💫 ☀️

#jegulus #sunseeker #regulus x james #remus lupin #starchaser #regulus black #james potter #sirius black

[lunarzs]

Insane things the Black cousins did:

Bellatrix Lestrange: Seduced the most dangerous dark wizard of all time – who was a half-blood – all while being legally married to a pure-blood man, who was subordinate to the said half-blood

Andromeda Tonks: Eloped with a muggleborn wizard, raised a metamorphmagus child into an Auror, and sided with the opposite side of the war her family was fighting for just because she wanted to

Narcissa Malfoy: Looked Voldemort in the eye and lied to him, hence betraying him to the point of causing his death, because she wanted to see her son

Sirius Black: Ran away from home at sixteen, fell in love with a werewolf, stood in an exploded neighborhood laughing maniacally, was announced as Voldemort's right-hand man and survived twelve years in Azkaban, only to run away as a dog just to kill a rat

Regulus Black: Somehow found out about Voldemort's secret of immortality two decades before the most powerful wizard in the world, robbed Voldemort and left a sassy note behind before he went and drowned in a pool of inferi

#harry potter #house of black #the noble and most ancient house of black #black cousins #narcissa malfoy #narcissa black #bellatrix black #bellatrix lestrange #andromeda black #andromeda tonks #sirius black #regulus black #sirius and regulus

[yourlocalnetizen]

Riddle Era Black Family Headcanons

Lucretia & Orion's side of the family had gray eyes, Walburga, Alphard, & Cygnus's side had dark blue.

Both sides had pin strait, raven black hair.

Sirius & Regulus both looked more like their father and inherited his gray eyes but they both also had Walburga's dimples.

Druella Rosier had curly blonde ringlets. Bellatrix inherited the curls but had Cygnus's dark hair while Narcissa inherited the blonde color and her father strait hair texture. Andromeda's hair was brown and wavy.

Bellatrix & Andromeda looked identical to Walburga, hair aside.

Alphard was a Metamorphmagus like his great-niece Nymphadora Tonks. His hair was usually viridian green.

Cygnus was the forgotten child of the generation. Walburga was the firstborn spoiled princess who also happened to be a prodigy witch and Alphard just had a natural charm that drew people to him.

Alphard was literally Slytherin Sirius personality wise.

Even though all of the Blacks except Lucretia supported Voldemort at one point in their life, Cygnus was the only Death Eater in the family until Bellatrix & Regulus. Orion, Walburga, & Alphard just weren't willing to do any dirty work for anyone.

Alphard stopped believing in blood supremacy later on in life, although, like Lucretia he was never open about that fact.

Orion & Walburga had a low key toxic relationship. They were incredibly possessive over each other and would be foaming at the mouth if they saw each other so much as laugh when interacting with someone else. Despite knowing it would piss their spouse off, they both liked flirting with other people because they both enjoyed attention.

Literally no one thought Orion & Walburga were a good couple. Most people were grossed out by them being cousins like Alphard & Lucretia who were also close with each other but would never have been able to see each other in a romantic way and even those who weren't bothered by the incest found them insufferable when together.

Lucretia had short hair and played Quidditch. She was a chaser and met her future husband Ignatius Prewett in the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match. He asked her out immediately after but she rejected him at first because her family would have some issues with her marrying a Gryffindor.

Ignatius was persistent though and eventually it worked out for them, even though Ignatius had to pretend to be anti-muggle for her family to accept him. However, there was still some tension so they didn't visit her family often.

Alphard was also a Quidditch player and the most supportive about Lucretia's relationship with Ignatius.

#riddle era #lucretia black #orion black #walburga black #alphard black #cygnus black #druella rosier #ignatius prewett #sirius black #regulus black #bellatrix black #bellatrix lestrange #andromeda black #andromeda tonks #narcissa black #narcissa malfoy #nymphadora tonks #harry potter series

[isabella13hope]

the hc that Narcissa is a Metamorphmagus like Tonks but growing up in such a strict household she learned to control it. And it’s only when she finds out Regulus died when she looses control causing a breakdown and that makes half her hair turn half blonde half black.

#mauraders #maurauders era #regulus black #r.a.b #narcissa black #narcissa malfoy #noble house of black #regulus arcturus black #favorite cousins #cousins #friendship #the tragedy of regulus black

[artemisia-black]

Monthly fic recs

So I've decided to do a monthly roundup of the fics I've been enjoying as a thank you to the amazing writers who bring me so much joy.

This list is in no order

Restitution by @leogichidaa

Story summary: Every year, on the first of November, Regulus commemorates his brother's imprisonment with a pilgrimage to Azkaban. On the tenth anniversary, he decides that his visit this year will be different.

2. Orchards by @whinlatter

Story summary: The orchard is a wild, thousand-flower, crumpled-gate, fall-down-fence sort of place, where things grow that you’ve never asked for, that you’d never expect. The summer of ’96, the story of something flowery he thought he might have smelled at the Burrow. [Pre-HBP] (Hinny)

3.Beauty and the beast by @metalomagnetic

Story summary: Whenever Voldemort sees beauty, he wants to destroy it. Bellatrix Black endures.

4. The chained lady by @sirtwentyofhousegoodmen

Story summary: April, 1978. After a night of heavy drinking, Cygnus Black stumbles into a flower shop only to find that the person behind the counter is someone from his past. Or, Cygnus Black accidentally bumps into his wayward daughter, and emotions happen.

5. The wood pigeons by @evesaintyves

Story summary:In the last days of the winter holidays, waiting for the first real snow, Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks find a little bit of hope in the gloom of Number 12, Grimmauld Place.

6. Watercolour bloom by @hinnyfied

Story summary: Some people seem to have everything figured out by the time they take the leap from Hogwarts into the real world. Al Potter, plagued with professional and romantic woes, is not one of those people.

7. Lethe by @narcissa-black-supermacy

Story summary: Voldemort won. The Order has fallen. Almost everyone he knows is either dead or missing. James struggles to come to terms with the aftermath of a new world where the Dark Lord has triumphed over the light as he's thrust into the stone cold walls of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Can he navigate the cruel realities that's now his life when Regulus Black is put in charge of watching him and Sirius after everything else has fallen apart around them?

8. Collide by @celestemagnoliathewriter

Story Summary: How did Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks come to fall in love? What happened behind the scenes in canon that led to their marriage and little family? This is the story of how a lonely werewolf and feisty Metamorphmagus came to fall in love while fighting against the rise of Voldemort.

#harry potter #harry potter fan fic #artemisa's monthly rec

[birlwrites]

How would the Expecto Patronum work for you? And how would the patronum be learned/summoned?

When you fall in love, the patronum takes the form of the other person's patronum. If the love is mutual the patronum of both people take the form of the other (i.e., A takes the form of B and B takes the form of A)? And what about the animagus form? As I remember, the patronum and the animagus form are the same, so if someone falls in love and their patronum changes, could they change their animagus form?

wait i'm kind of confused about this question - are you asking me about canon, or about how it's going to work in atfhv?

the patronus is going to work MOSTLY the same way in atfhv as it does in my memory of canon - which is to say, the 'expecto patronum' incantation along with thinking of a happy memory. i actually disagree re: a patronus taking the form of someone else's if they're in love - i know that happens with tonks, but i don't think the logic makes internal sense, especially since such a big deal is made in canon of lily and james having a doe and a stag as their patronuses which means they're Soulmates™

(which i don't like either ajgskhgjksdf which is why lily does not have a doe patronus in the birl cinematic universe)

the patronus and the animagus form are both meant to be (IIRC) representations of the caster's soul. HOWEVER, i think that the patronus is heavily influenced by the 'happy memory' component. that's why someone's patronus might (MIGHT) change, whereas their animagus form wouldn't, as it's really rooted in who they *are*

(we're ignoring my quibbles about what this says about the ability of the self to change, by the way, because worldbuilding and continuity is just way, way easier when an animagus form stays 100% consistent)

so i think the patronus can change to reflect someone else if that person is a powerful source of happy memories for you, BUT it's also warring with your sense of self. one of them is going to come out on top and determine what shape your patronus takes. which is why it's rare for a patronus to change form. tonks, as a metamorphmagus, probably has a near-uniquely flexible sense of self which is why her patronus is able to change

but i think that 'love changes your patronus's form' is a very reductive view of love, because like, IF the corporeal form of a patronus was that wobbly, ttdl reg's patronus sure as hell would not be a representation of evan, it would be a representation of barty. but i think regulus has too strong of a sense of self to be subsumed into someone else like that. his patronus is always going to be *his*

#with sufficiently strong emotion though? it CAN change #but i also think that if it does it's probably a product of circumstance #and not a permanent change #this will be relevant towards the end of lachrimae #dark lord wip #should i make an inbox tag

[hpdabbles]

Omg!!!! I loved it! " jewel of wool's orphanage" is such an amazing idea, and I love that you made regulus a metamorphmagus! I know for a fact that he will abuse the hell out of that perk, just imagine him getting pissed at someone then turning into them and doing something bad to get them in trouble

Omg this is amazing!!

I don't wanna be too demanding but please

Part4! Part4! Part4! part4! part4! part4! part4!

They took his Doll away.

Tom is trying to remember what happened after Regulus' hair turned red but his recollection of the event is spotty.

He knows there was lots of screaming- done mainly by Mrs. Cole- and a bright flash that left him disorientated for a few hours. He recalled a strange word "Obliviate" before the flash, and he suspects it had something to do with his faulty memory.

Tom knows something happened, even if no one else in the orphanage can claim the same. None of them seem aware that they have all collectively lost their memories or that one of their own was taken by two men.

Men whose faces he can not describe or explain why they were looking for his Doll. If he thinks hard enough, he can make out some details, like one of them was in an expensive green and silver suit while the other wore one with a bunch of sewed patches.

A rich and poor man. What could such men want with Regulus? Why had they taken him?

He could even make out the shape of the chins and the noses, but any further than that gave him a splitting headache. He tried to ignore it, tried so hard to remember what the two men looked like, but the pain knocked him unconscious before he found any more clues.

Tom knows he launched himself at Regulus, clinging to the toddler while the kneeling man tried to lift the little boy in his arms. One of the men had thrown him on the ground, but not before Tom could scratch his arm until the man's arm bleed.

Tom had managed to snatch Regulus' arm and tried to free him. He can recall tiny feet kicking against the chest that had the six-year-old trap, but then an invisible force had thrown him to the wall at the far end of the hall.

There are holes, but he remembers watching Regulus' beautiful face break down in distress, a little hand reaching out to Tom as his hair turns a sorrowful blue.

Regulus' scream echoed the sound of Tom's head heading the bricks.

Mrs. Cole had already been lying on the ground by then- he's not sure when she stopped screaming or why she had been unconscious, but he didn't care. She never mattered to him.

What did matter was the little boy screaming for him, but Tom had been busy fighting the dark spots appearing in his sight to really do anything to help. He had tried to stand with his little strength; it just wasn't enough.

Regulus was crying, Tom thinks, tears of anger or sadness he couldn't really tell, as he stared at Tom in horror seconds before the man raised a stick, and the flash happened.

When Tom came to, his Doll was gone, and so were hours of his memory.

He's missing hours, about five.

Tom recalls having Regulus in his lap around ten that morning, then waking up in the hallway at three forty-seven with no idea how he got there and no idea why Mrs. Cole was napping a few feet away.

The two had been looking at something- a book? A toy?- someone had come into their room to warn them- what about? Who was the warning for?- And then the men in the hallway watching black strands turn ruby red.

Flashes of time with Regulus that fateful day but more is needed for Tom to find what is his and bring him home. It tormented Tom and kept him locked away in his room the following days as he tried to find Regulus.

He even tried asking around town to the places where Regulus was famous for making Mrs. Cole look good, but no one could remember him well. Those that did, started to forget detail rapidly as if they hadn't seen Regulus in years rather than the weeks he went missing.

By the two-month mark, Regulus had been completely forgotten by everyone but Tom. Fearing that the memory loss would affect him too. He had started to pin little notes along his wall, for any details of his Doll, just in case

Soon his room was covered in notes, memories, and drawings of Regulus. Every open spot had something to do with his Doll and his disappearance, leaving no room for decoration. He bought yarn to mark connections between his notes, zig-zagging all that. Tom had to duck and turn his head a certain way just to leave his room.

He only left it for food and his chores.

The worst part of this was that no one else was worried like Tom is.

None of the orphans or the staff seem to realize that Regulus was ever a part of the Wools.

Regulus was the jewel of the orphanage. The only good thing about this horrible place for three whole years.

Why were they all acting like he never existed? Billy still had the bunny bed Regulus made him, Sally still wore the ribbons in the same braids Regulus did for her, Nurse Jane still sang the same strange lullabies Regulus had made, and none of them could remember Regulus.

They all looked at him like he was insane for mentioning his missing roommate. There were harsh whispers about his room and the contents on the walls dedicated to a boy who didn't exist.

They thought him mad.

Tom didn't know what to do.

Maybe he was insane.

Billy had gently told him sometimes lonely people make up imaginary friends but that he wouldn't have to do that anymore. Billy, for some reason, wasn't scared of him anymore, even when Tom was mean to him on purpose.

The other orphan now looked at him with something far worse than fear- he looked at him with empathy.

Tom tried to reinstall fear into him in between breaks of looking for any clues on Regulus, but it never worked.

He would only hug Tom until the boy couldn't hold it in and broke into tears. He doesn't know why he cried so much. He just knows that every day that passed without Regulus felt like his chest was slowly caving in.

Billy told him it was grief, the kind he had felt the day his parents and sister burned in a mysterious fire, but Tom didn't want to accept this feeling as mourning.

Because if he was mourning, it meant he would never see Regulus again, which was unacceptable. Billy didn't mind, nodding and listening to Tom restating everything there was to know about Regulus for the twelfth time.

He sometimes spent the night in Tom's room, helping him pin up new color strings once Tom gained a new theory.

He would almost claim to like the rabbit pet owner if he didn't think Regulus was Tom's imaginary friend. Just a little.

A year later, when Tom finally lost hope of ever seeing his Doll again when he started to feel his memories slipping through his fingers like falling sand, a strange man came to the orphanage.

Albus Dumbledore looked at Tom's room, all strings leading to the word Men in strange suits and Obliviate cards in the middle before his eyes filled with sadness. "I'm sorry for your loss, my boy. It's never easy to lose love this way."

So it was true. Regulus was kidnapped by those men and likely killed. At least that is what the professor claimed as many magical children in the muggle world were being targetted by a man named Grindelwald in recent years

Apparently, he was a Dark Lord searching for something called  Obscurial, and he had taken children to try to force one of them into it. When they failed to become this being of power, Grindelwald had them killed.

The kidnapping that Tom described fit his preferred methods to a t.

Tom burst into tears and did not stop even when told he was a wizard. What was the point of him being magic when he still lost Regulus?

What point did life have any more? Professor Dumbledore promised that Tom would find the answer at Hogwarts, and even offered to ask his brother to take him in, until they were sure Wool's was safe from Grindelwald but Tom refused.

Wool's was all he had left of Regulus now.

Billy helped him make a grave for Regulus a day before he boarded the Hogwarts Express, and he swore to write to him. He was the only one to walk Tom to the train, so he allowed the other boy to hug him goodbye.

Tom was never one for faith, but he prayed Regulus would watch over Billy while he was away.

He also prayed Regulys would watch him put Grindelwald into the ground. Because he would be coming for that rat's head, and no one was going to get in his way.

His Doll would be avenged.

#hpdabbles #The jewel of Wool's orphanage #Part 3 #Memory charms #The charm may have done something to Tom's head #hp fanfcition #time travel #Tom and Billy friendship #Dumbledore may have made things worst #or better? #Tom's pov

[fensherohair]

The Marauders & The Metamorphmagus Part 6

Words: 1.5k Warning: None (Unless you count pranks) Pairings: Sirius Black/Reader (Eventual), Lily Evans/James Potter (eventual), Remus Lupin/Marlene Mckinnon (eventually) Pronouns: She/Her Contains: OC characters.

The start of the third year had started out like any other. The train ride to Hogwarts had been filled with friends catching up and talking about their adventures over the summer holidays, speaking of things that weren't written about in letters. First-year students hopelessly tried to navigate the tight halls of the train cars to find an empty compartment to sit in and mind their own business. Marlene had all but dragged her little brother with her, doing as she promised and keeping an eye on him. The eleven-year-old was quiet, sitting near the window, only speaking up when pulled into the conversation or asked a question. 

He seemed to perk up a little bit when Sirius entered the already crowded compartment, Regulus following along behind. It was obvious the pair were brothers, both having the same silvery blue eyes and dark curly hair. Both had that mystique about them. Almost instantly Sirius was dragged into a conversation by Allegra, the teenager hoping this would be different this year, although she still had her mind set on becoming a powerful witch, and she had yet to make up for what she'd done to Marlene the year prior. 

Regulus on the other hand had quickly found common ground with (Y/N) of all people, something that seemed to coax the younger Black out of his shell. Marlene's brother Mason, seemed to be brought out of his nervous shell by Isolde and Lily, both asking questions and doing their best to learn about him, if only so he knew if he had a problem he could go to them. Much like (Y/N) seemed to be doing for Regulus. 

"You're drooling" whispered Remus from next to Sirius. The latter had been watching (Y/N) for some time, to the point he'd zone out of the debate going on between Peter and James. 

"He's staring let alone drooling" commented Marlene with a giggle, although she didn't tease him any further. 

"Not staring, gazing" commented Sirius. 

"You were staring" replied Remus, continuing to tease one of his best friends, noticing Allegra had gone quiet now, instead seemingly observing the interactions around the small compartment as if she silently questioned if she truly belonged among them, silently questioning if she planned to be with them for the foreseeable future, or if she could get what she truly desired from the group huddled together. 

"Take a picture, Sirius, it will last longer" voiced (Y/N), a chuckle escaping her after a few seconds of trying to keep a straight face. 

"And it's less dangerous. Won't blow anything up" spoke James, seeing the way (Y/N) cocked an eyebrow as if James had given her an idea. 

"We'll see" she simply responded, a mischievous undertone to her voice. One that ticked Regulus, sat beside her. Soon enough (Y/N)'s hair began to change, something that appeared to intrigue both Regulus and Mason. 

"I'm afraid to ask what that meant" squeaked Peter, as if he was afraid a simple photo of (Y/N) would snap and crackle like the exploding snap cards, or she would put the potion she made the previous year to good use and cause another blast. 

"If you do turn a photo in an explosive device, please do give a kind heads up, so we can get to a safe distance" laughed Isolde, speaking up for the first time, while motioning to Lily, Marlene, and herself. "Might I suggest trying it out on a few miscellaneous items first" commented the muggle-born, throwing a helpful suggestion into the mix. 

"That's not helping" called James, especially when he recalled all the boogy traps from the year prior. Everything from sinkholes to the firepowder in books. On top of that (Y/N) had mastered some difficult spells and caused havoc on the Quidditch pitch. The prank war had served to entertain the school and sway Peeves to (Y/N) side. 

"So the stories are true?" spoke Regulus, his words nonchalant as if he hadn't meant to speak them aloud. Nonetheless, Sirius' cheeks began to heat up, as it became knowledge he had spoken of (Y/N) while at home. "Sirius talks about the mischief and chaos all the time, almost like he's a fan" added the youngest Black, a grin appearing on his features, as Sirius attempted to hide by the magazine Isolde had previously been flicking through. Attempting to hide his reddened cheeks. 

"Sirius and (Y/N) sitting in a tree" started James, as if to add to the embarrassment. Refusing to stop even when Remus kicked his shins and Sirius all but glared at him, in an attempt to will his best friend to shut up. 

"Come on mate, shut up before you make it rain more than Allegra did last year with her singing" exclaimed Sirius, not hearing Allegra huff in annoyance at the comment, a comment she took as an insult almost immediately. 

"K.I.S.S.I.N.G. First comes love ..." continued James as if he had not heard a single word anyone had spoken to dissuade him otherwise. "Then comes marriage" 

"(Y/N), What was the potion you put in James' drink earlier?" casually asked Lily, almost instantly the singing stopped and the deafening silence took its place. 

"Essence of Insanity" replied (Y/N), as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Makes the drinker suspicious of everything, until they think they're losing their marbles" she explained, winking to Regulus, as if cluing him into the joke, Marlene whispering to her little brother, doing the same. 

"That's a terrible joke" squeaked Peter, not catching on to the joke and becoming suspicious of his own bottle of water from the treat trolly. Eying it carefully, as if expecting it to suddenly begin to glow and change color. Remus could only chuckle when James all but jumped up and pressed his face to the window, the rain and thick clouds preventing him from seeing much. The moment James left the compartment to look out the other windows, Peter followed as if to try and talk some sense into him. 

"What was it really?" asked Remus, looking between the girls, quickly suspecting Allegra had nothing to do with the joke at hand. 

"Pumpkin juice" replied (Y/N) with a sly grin and amusement ringing through her voice. 

"Cleaver" commented Sirius. "If he's calmed down by the time we're sent to our dorms, we'll tell him the truth then" he laughed, watching as James ran past the compartment, followed by Peter seconds later who acted as if he too had been spiked with pumpkin juice. 

"Wasn't there a singing potion in Allegra's one" commented Lily, looking to Isolde this time, recalling the younger Smith twin was attempting to brew the simple potion before the holiday. Her reasoning was simple, if Allegra was going to instant of tormenting everyone with her singing, then the potion was needed, to ensure the singing was in tune and did not sound like a hippogriff was being strangled. 

Almost instantly Allegra looked at her drink, before standing opening the small window and tossing her drink from it, before eyeing the empty plastic cup with more suspicion. James by now was saying the windows weren't letting him see anything, much to the confusion of other students. 

"Better get changed, we'll be arriving soon" commented Marlene, sweeping her little brother out of the compartment and offering to take Regulus as well. On the way to the toilet in the car, she grabbed hold of James, sending him back to their small compartment while resisting the urge to slap him silly. A small chuckle escaped her as he regained some of his lost senses. 

"Is it normally like that with your friends?" asked Mason, curiosity ringing through his voice. He could recall Marlene mentioning a prank war of sorts, with (Y/N) being one of the participants, but he couldn't remember the things she'd said that happened. Regulus too had heard of the prank war, but more Sirius's going super fan mode, even now it was becoming increasingly obvious, that his older brother had a crush on the only girl involved in the pranks and mischief. 

"From what I heard, that's a calmer one. Sirius mentioned something about a powder in books and an explosive potion" voiced Regulus, a small smile forming on his lips, as he waited beside Marlene, fiddling with the zipper of his jacket. 

"Firepowder, harmless and hidden in books, both James and Sirius found it among countless others" replied Marlene. "The potion was just an experiment (Y/N) was doing to occupy herself. To say it made a bit of a mess was an understatement. She ended up in the hospital wing for a few days after that" she admitted, although when she thought about it, most of (Y/N)"s chaos had come from the spells she used. "The Patronus charm caused the most havoc. Scared everyone in the common room, including herself" laughed Marlene, recalling (Y/N) had fallen off the back of the sofa. 

"Suddenly, I'm curious what she'll get up to this year" commented Regulus as he entered the bathroom, when Mason came out clad in his black Hogwarts robes, robes that would soon be representing the house they were sorted into. Although Regulus found himself in a bit of a dilemma now. He'd always wanted to be in Slytherin, as most members of his family had been before him. But now he found himself with a wish to follow in Sirius' footsteps and be in Gryffindor. 

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Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: I’m so excited for this one!! -Danny

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September—December 2003

The last time she'd been this tired, she was fifteen and taking her O.W.L.S.

After the interview with the Daily Prophet, everyone wanted to see the cure for themselves. They weren't allowed to enter the Department of Mysteries, of course, but Mel and Erick were now supervising the treatment back in St Mungo's and there were definitely more people in there than it should be. Mel had to usher them away, asking them for some consideration with the patients that had kept their conditions private and wanted to keep it that way.

She was taking Remus' treatment to Hogwarts once a month, she would go personally to make sure everything was in order. She was even considering sending a few spares so Pomfrey could have them at hand in case new students with the condition arrived. There would be no more children suffering the way Remus did.

Mel and Erick also decided to share their discovery with the world, it'd be part of the next edition of the standard book of Potions for the students on N.E.W.T. level in generations to come. Aurors now needed to know how to prepare it as well, since they'd certainly need it in case of an emergency.

The most difficult part, naturally, was getting the Morphy gene, which could only be drawn from a metamorphmagus' blood. It would take a long time to find a proper replacement, but for now, the generosity of wizards and witches had proven to be unwavering. Although to be honest, most of them didn't want to upset Mel. There weren't many metamorphmagi in London, but all of them were donating blood for the cause, enough to keep the ongoing treatments running.

It would also take a while before the rest of the world started to make their own cures. Muggles had blood donations all the time, and the wizards could quickly get used to it, but Mel was set on not asking for a bit of themselves every year forever in order to save others, she knew all too well the kind of pressure that could put on someone.

One night she got home completely exhausted, Mel had been standing for most of the day and her feet were killing her. Harry had left the kitchen light on so she could see once inside their home, he'd also left a plate of her favourite food in the oven and the young woman went to the drawing room to eat it comfortably on the couch.

Her gaze started to wander around the pictures hanging on the wall: Old, from before she was even born, less old, from her time at privet drive with Harry, and a few that could be considered recent, but they were actually from around five years ago, from her travels across the globe with Harry and her friends. She had a few pictures of Regulus and the rest of the babies, though they looked less and less with each passing year.

Mel didn't know why, but she felt like something was missing. It was similar to the time she'd broken the lifeline with Harry, a hole in her chest that didn't exactly hurt, but it made her unhappy.

Grey jumped onto her lap, he wasn't the same old playful kitty that he used to be all those years ago, but he'd always remained loving. The bell on his collar made a cutesy sound when he bumped his head against her. That made her thoughts click into place.

The house was too quiet. When Harry was awake during the mornings they would laugh out loud and talk to each other from across the hall, or yell when they were on different floors of the house— but he was so quiet when he slept now, no longer stalked by his old nightmares... she didn't feel their home's heartbeat in the dark.

The Flints house was always filled with the sound of little kids laughing, or Anne's soft voice singing while working in her office. If someone had told Mel years ago that Erick Flint's house would end up looking like a fancier version of the Burrow, she would've laughed.

Mel wanted a family. She'd ignored the feeling for too long and it was suffocating her. She wanted children and she wanted Harry to be their father. She chuckled at the absurdity of her anguish, but it quickly turned into something less cheerful.

What if he didn't want babies now? He hadn't brought up the subject in years, perhaps he'd discovered it was safer like this, or maybe he didn't want to die and leave a child fatherless as it'd happened to them, he knew how awful that could be. They both knew it.

Besides, after the news about the cure was published, some of the vilest werewolves started to send death threats to Mel, Erick and Daphne. Harry was worried sick and even though she was capable of defending herself, she couldn't help but feel that dragging an innocent child to the dangers she was always exposed to was a bit unfair.

She was aware of the risks and the possibilities she and her husband had while on duty, but death didn't scare her anymore— she was rarely afraid of anything now. It wasn't that she feared being lonely either. Mel simply wanted to live all the things Harry had narrated to her one morning after the war, cause they sounded like heaven on earth.

She was so overwhelmed that she didn't notice she was crying and now she could be heard from upstairs. She didn't hear the bedroom door opening, didn't hear the steps coming down from the second floor, and definitely didn't see a very scared Harry stumbling into the room.

He approached quickly, pondering whether if it was even a good idea to let her know he was there. A sting of frustration hit him, if only they'd put back in place the lifeline once he'd come back, he would've felt her distress sooner...

"Love..." he began quietly, reaching out with a hesitant hand. "Mel... is it a panic attack?"

Harry studied her actions: Mel was definitely crying, but it wasn't the frantic type of sobbing she used to experience during her attacks. It was similar to the way she'd cried while burning Dumbledore's body at the end of their sixth year.

It was a particular form of pain, Mel was grieving... but why?

Harry circled the couch and knelt in front of her, gently, he grabbed the food she'd abandoned beside her, placing it on the coffee table. He faced her once more, and slowly reached for Grey, who purred in his arms as soon as he lifted him.

"It's okay," he got up and sat next to her, the arm that wasn't carrying a cat reached out and rubbed the soft skin of her forearm. "What's going on?"

It was a question, but he wasn't demanding the answer. His voice was patient, and Mel felt vastly comforted by it. She dried her tears and sniffed, taking her time and trying to make sense of the mess she'd caused in her head.

"I love you," she began, "so much... I'm happy..."

Harry frowned, he put his arm around her and stroked her shoulder.  "I love you too," he said while she got closer.

"I didn't mean to wake you," she said hoarsely. "I'm sorry— you know how sensitive I get when I don't sleep much..."

Harry kissed her forehead. "You've been working a lot, take a week off." He then started to play with the tips of her hair. "That's not all, though, is it?"

In spite of the situation, Mel laughed a little.

"You know me," she leaned her head on his shoulder. "If I tell you, you have to promise you won't let the way you found me tonight change your mind about what I'm about to ask you."

"I promise on Aragog's grave that I'll be honest," he said jokingly. Mel glared at him and his smile faltered. "I promise, Mel."

She stared at him for a moment. "Alright," Mel took a deep breath. "I want a baby."

Harry stared at her blankly. "You mean one of our own, or..?"

She frowned. "Well, how else are we supposed to have one?"

"Adoption," he shrugged. "Or we could steal Josephine once she's born, you'll be the godmother anyway, so technically it's not a crime—"

"It is, very much so," Mel raised a brow. "Harry. I'm being serious, I want us to have a baby."

"Then let's have one," he retorted, a smile playing on his lips. "If you wanted a baby so bad it made you cry, why didn't you tell me sooner? It was your idea to wait!"

Mel pouted, burying her face in his shoulder. "It's just... a bunch of Greyback fans want to kill me— and you're Head Auror, you'll go on missions constantly, everyone seems to have time to build families but we barely have time to sleep under the same roof..."

"Well, yeah, but I can make time for this, you know that—"

"Yes, but I couldn't," she grumbled. "I prioritize duty before my own desires since I was fifteen and a baby's a lot of work— but Mr Greengrass says I can take a long vacation after this... and I think it's the perfect time for us to start trying."

"To get pregnant, you mean?" He asked, she nodded.

"You... still want children?"

"Definitely."

"Really?"

Harry frowned, but he was more amused than annoyed. "I was the one who mentioned them in the first place! Remember, when we were seventeen? What on earth makes you think I've changed my mind?"

"Well, it's been a while since we were seventeen... things felt easier then, don't you think? The world was full of exciting possibilities, now we're adults and—"

"And I still feel for you the same way," he replied. "I want you and a family. I think we're ready."

Her stomach did a flip, she wanted to hold onto him and never let go. Now more than ever Harry looked to her like a grown, dazzling knight in shining armour. She lifted her face a little so she could lock eyes with him. "D'you think it'll be scarier than the war?"

"Yeah," Harry grinned. "But I've grown fond of this kind of scary. It's the best kind."

"I think so," Mel hesitated, then added, "what about the dangers that might come? What if someone tries to hurt us through our children? I don't know what I'd do if—"

"I promise I'll keep us safe no matter what," he assured her.

"I don't want you to spend your life worrying—"

"If you didn't want that then you should've just let me die when we were fourteen," he quipped casually, but it didn't amuse her. "Mel, worrying means I'm alive. There'll be bad times and good times, so I don't think we should ignore the things we want just cause we're afraid of others."

"I... you're right," she sighed. "My father and your parents— and Sirius, would be upset if we did."

He kissed her briefly, it was gentle and loving. "Probably, but I'm not really doing this for them if I'm honest."

Mel kissed him again, but the gesture quickly started to grow in intensity. Suddenly she was on his lap and a very offended and sleepy Grey had jumped off in surprise, hissing on his way out of the room.

"Should we start trying tonight, then?" Harry mumbled against her lips.

"I'm tired," she responded but didn't break the kiss.

"You don't seem tired," he teased her, holding her waist.

"How about— we just do one— for practice?" Mel replied lowly. "And then we try for real tomorrow?"

Harry got up swiftly, carrying her in place as he moved towards their bedroom.

"Sounds good to me."

Mel had two weeks to rest before going back to work, then it was Erick's turn to spend time with his family. Neither Harry nor she had mentioned their plans to have a baby to anyone, it was something that felt entirely their own, and they wanted to keep it private for a while.

"I'm home!" Mel called.

To her surprise, she heard several voices coming from the dining room.

"Harry?"

"We're here!" He responded.

She walked into the room and found Hermione and Ron there: there was food on the table, and it looked like it'd just been served.

"Oh?" She smiled at her friends. "Are we celebrating something?"

"Nah, they just felt like coming over," Harry kissed her hand when she stood next to him. "We got out of work at around the same time and we realized it'd been a while since we hung out last just the four of us, so I invited them over."

"Is there enough food for me?"

"Quite insulting that you think I wouldn't cook enough for the four of us," Ron frowned. "Grab a plate and shut up."

"Sorry, sorry," she chuckled.

They'd been there for about an hour when Mel started to notice something was going on. Ron was quieter than usual, and Harry was smiling so much she almost wondered if they'd had some drinks beforehand.

"I love your house, guys," Hermione said in dreamy contemplation. "Even at night, it looks like straight out of a movie..."

"Have you seen the garden? Mum used to say gardening was relaxing, so I tried it out. It really is a fantastic hobby."

"You sound like an old lady," Ron teased her.

"Sometimes I feel like an old lady," she laughed.

"You haven't aged a day, though. You just got prettier," Harry grabbed her hand and kissed it a second time.

"That's sweet," Mel beamed, her hand going up and pulling at his short beard. "You've aged a bit, though."

Harry frowned, seizing her hand and moving it away from his face playfully.

"We have something to say," Ron blurted out.

Mel looked at him, and Harry's smile came back fully. "What is it?"

Her friends shared a look and then turned back to her.

"We're getting married," Hermione and Ron announced.

"WHAT!" Mel covered her mouth in shock. Hermione held Ron's hand, who smiled just as widely as Harry. "You knew!" Mel looked at her husband.

"Ron told me this morning, they got engaged last night," Harry smiled guiltily. "They wanted to tell us at the same time, but—"

"But Ron has no self-control," Hermione scowled, yet she couldn't bring herself to look angry. "I made them promise they wouldn't tell you. I wanted to be here to see your reaction."

"Well, you're looking at it!" Mel stood and circled the table to hug her friends. "I'm so happy!"

Harry also got to his feet and went to hug them, in the middle of the embrace, Mel blurted out:

"But where are you going to live?"

"Oh, I bought a house," Ron said.

"WHAT!"

"Been saving since I started working," he grinned. "Every galleon. It's a bit small, and in London since we both work in the Ministry and all..."

"It's perfect," Hermione said. "I would've liked to pay for half of it, but I found out this morning when Ron'd already done the whole transaction."

"I helped," Harry said cheerfully.

"I already told you," Ron rolled his eyes. "You can use your money to buy the—"

"But the house's already furnished!"

"Oh, well, my bad."

Ron smirked. Hermione swatted his arm lightly and he chortled.

"How about you pay the bills for the first four months, then we're even?"

"It's not the same amount of money," she frowned.

"I don't care, I'm going to marry you," Ron raised a brow. "D'you really believe I'm thinking about money right now?"

Hermione blushed deeply at his response. Coming from Ron, the fact that he was talking about money with so little interest just because he was excited about living with her, really said something about the shift in his world.

"Hang on, let's celebrate properly!"

Mel went out of the room and came back with a bottle of wine someone had given them when they'd bought the house. They weren't that fond of it, but it was the only fancy drink they had.

She poured four glasses and handed one to each of them, when she gave her husband his glass, he threw her a questioning look.

"You shouldn't..." he stopped mid-sentence, lowering his gaze to her stomach and looking at her in worry.

Mel wasn't pregnant yet, but she couldn't drink alcohol if she wanted to be soon. However, this was a special occasion, and it was only one night!

"We'll just wait a day before trying again," she whispered soothingly. "It's fine."

Harry nodded. For the rest of the night, the only thing they focused on was their best friends.

By the time Josephine Flint was born, Remus was a month away from finishing his treatment.

That November was slightly less stressful than the last, she still remembered how hopeless she'd felt after having no answers, and now, a year later, she was about to declare her uncle free from the burden he'd had to endure during his entire life.

It didn't mean she was living in bliss, though. She had been trying to have a baby for almost four months and still had none. She was so distraught by the possibility of having ruined her own chances to have a baby of her own that she ended up mentioning her worries to Harry one night.

"I don't think you've done anything wrong, Mel. It takes time..."

"Anne, Tonks, and my own mother had kids without even trying," she pouted. "Bill and Fleur had them on their first try— I don't understand, what is wrong with me?"

Her voice broke at the question, Harry quickly corrected her train of thought.

"We can't judge your body based on how others work!" He told her. "Don't do that to yourself. I won't allow it."

"Ugh, why is it always my lack of patience that gets me this way?" She groaned. "Fine! I'll sit and wait— I'll wait for years if I have to, and if it turns out I can't have them, we'll adopt one— I've made up my mind."

"That's my wife," Harry grinned.

Near Christmas, Mel's life started to get busy again. She was spending most of her time buying presents and sending cards to her friends, she'd even sent one to Dudley, they'd found out he'd finally moved out of his parents' house.

He'd sent them a letter to check on them first, and Mel thought it'd been a considerate gesture. Harry, willing to keep a civil relationship with his cousin, suggested they sent a card in return to let him know they were alive and well.

She was so busy with work and life outside the Ministry, that her habits started to get a bit unhealthy again. One morning she woke up feeling extremely sick, and she remembered that the previous night she'd eaten too little, so perhaps she'd starved herself to the point of dizziness.

Mel was annoyed. How could she eat like this, while feeling nauseous? She ignored it and left to work without eating, even thinking about it made her queasy.

When she got to St Mungo's she found Remus all ready to receive his treatment. They'd realized that the Morphy genes not only took away the transformations but also slightly regenerated the person's body.

Her uncle's hair was once again chestnut with no grey streaks in it, and the dark circles under his eyes had vanished. His skin seemed less dry and had a healthy colour instead of its usual paleness.

"Good morning," she smiled at him. "Uncle Lu, you barely look thirty!"

He laughed, even his laughter sounded livelier those days.

"You look good too, almost glowing."

"It's probably the sweat," she joked. "I've had the ugliest morning..."

Mel was trying really hard to keep her nausea under control when Erick entered.

"Professor Lupin, how nice to see you again," he smiled. "Hi, Mel, how's it going?"

"Good," she said shortly, taking deep and slow breaths between each word. "How's Josie?"

"Beautiful, the quietest one so far," Erick beamed. "Only cries about once a day."

"Great," she gulped.

"Mel?" Remus noticed her discomfort. "Are you okay?"

"I didn't have breakfast, that's all," she smiled tensely. "Sorry— I promise I'll eat something as soon as we..." she gawked a little, quickly placing three fingers on her lips.

"Daphne and I can handle your uncle's treatment," Erick said promptly, giving her a worried look. "You look like you're about to faint..."

"No— I'm not even hungry," she wished they would stop talking, it wasn't helping her. "Truly... I'm feeling a bit dizzy so I'll wait until it passes..."

"You ate something funny last night?" Erick asked.

Before she could reply, however, Daphne walked in carrying a bag of blood and the wolfsbane.

"Sorry for the delay! I ran into an old friend and I—"

Mel stared at the blood and gawked involuntarily. She put her hand over her mouth and stormed out of the place, finding the nearest bathroom and barely making it to the toilet. A moment later she heard Daphne calling.

"M'here!" She panted.

"Is everything okay?"

"Go back to Remus..."

"Erick's taking care of him," she brushed it aside. "What's wrong?"

Mel shook her head, she was shaking. "I think it was a bad idea to apparate without having breakfast— I've been feeling nauseous all morning, I couldn't eat..."

"That's strange," Daphne opened the door to her stall. "Are you sure you're not sick? Let me check you—"

"I don't want to distract you—"

"It's my job, Mel. Besides, if you walk around the hospital and turns out you're sick, then you could be stupidly spreading whatever it is you've got, so it's better to make sure it's just a bad morning."

Mel couldn't argue against that, so she let Daphne guide her into a room where she could check her properly. She asked her a few questions, then she stopped writing and looked at her.

"When did you say your last period was?"

"About a month or so..."

"Was it meant to arrive this week?"

"Dunno— I'm sort of irregular."

"You used to drink a potion to not have it every month, right?"

"Yeah."

"But you stopped drinking it?"

"Yeah, because—" she stopped and quickly continued before Daphne could notice. "Because I wanted to give my body a break."

"Right," Daphne eyed her weirdly. "Wait here. I'll be back."

Mel waited, when Daphne came back she was holding a small box.

"Your hand."

"What?"

"Lend me your hand for a moment."

Daphne opened the box she'd brought and placed a small pearl on her palm.

"I want you to close your hand and squeeze until that breaks," Daphne said without explaining further.

It was Mel's time to look at her friend weirdly, however, she followed the instructions and squeezed the pearl. As soon as it broke, a golden cloud of smoke came out of it, and Daphne gasped.

"Mel, you're pregnant!"

"What!" She opened her hand and threw the shell pearl on the ground. "What the hell is that?"

"A pregnancy test— faster than the muggles', even more accurate."

"I'm pregnant?" She inquired in a weird voice. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah!" Daphne hesitated. "Is... is that bad?"

"Are you joking?" Mel's eyes widened. "I've been trying for months! Harry's been so patient but I was starting to get so worried..!"

"Well, if it took such a long time is because of the potion you used to take— they tend to complicate things," Daphne explained, still covering her mouth in shock. "But you're definitely pregnant now!"

Mel squealed like a schoolgirl, she hugged Daphne and jumped around but stopped abruptly, afraid of ruining things. Now she didn't want to move at all.

"Oh, god, I'm pregnant," she gulped. "I have no idea of what comes next."

"Well, we should get you something to eat, and something else to stop you from puking that," Daphne began. "You'll need a week off, then you'll come back so we can start monitoring your pregnancy— don't worry, Mel. You're in good hands."

The young women went back to the room where Remus and Erick were, now Remus was picking up his stuff, looking happier than ever.

"Would you like to have dinner at my place this weekend?" The man asked the group. "To celebrate. I know I have to come back during the full moon to make sure it worked, but well, look at me, do I look sick?"

"Not at all, Moony," she beamed.

Erick stared at her for a second too long, a tiny smirk formed on his face and he stated:

"You're pregnant."

Mel stared at him in shock. "How d'you—?"

"Please, I've had three daughters," he snorted. "Anne's always throwing up the first trimester just as violently as you did. Besides, Remus said earlier— you truly have this look on you, red cheeks and all..."

"Is he correct?" Remus asked with a look of shock on his face. "Are you..?"

She would've liked to tell Harry first, but given the circumstances...

"Yes," she laughed giddily.

Remus approached her in two large steps and engulfed her in a fierce hug, kissing the top of her head.

"My little girl!" He exclaimed laughing. "I can't believe it! Does Harry know?"

"No!" She pushed him away gently. "I found out just now! Please keep it a secret?"

"Of course," Remus kissed her forehead and hugged her again. "Can't believe it... my girl... having a baby!"

"Can you take her home, Remus?" Erick asked, still having half a mind to keep it together. "Daphne and I will handle the rest of the patients for the day. Mel needs food and rest."

"Certainly!" The man grabbed her stuff and guided her out. "C'mon, I'll make you a cup of hot chocolate..."

At the mention her stomach grumbled, it seemed chocolate wasn't such a disgusting food for her at the moment.

"I'd love that," she sighed.

"Hang on!" Erick hurried to her side, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Mel looked up at him, they shared a knowing look. Somehow, they were always present in each other's life-changing moments.

"Congrats, Mel," he said with a tender smile. "You'll be wonderful parents. I'm actually a little jealous of the unborn child. They'll be real lucky."

Mel laughed without saying anything, she hugged him one last time before heading home.

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this post just feels so fucking homophobic and transphobic to me.

listen, i get that you want wlw ships raising kids. and you should. i want that too. but acting like we shouldn’t get gay dads raising kids… just what in the fuck is that?

first of all, kids can have two dads and not be adopted either because at least one of their dads is trans OR through surrogacy. there are plenty of women who HAPPILY volunteer to be surrogates for their friends. there are plenty of children born to trans parents (i birthed two children and i am not a woman.) also this whole argument makes it seem like adoptive parents aren’t as much parents as biological parents and that is just absolutely untrue.

also, tonks is literally sirius’ cousin, so acting like teddy’s metamorphmagus traits couldn’t come from him is a stupid argument. also regulus having grey eyes is just fanon, for all we know he actually has green eyes, and harry could have gotten his green eyes from him—or you know, genetics are fucking weird. i have red hair and green-hazel eyes. neither of my parents and none of my grandparents have those things so literally just shut up, your argument is stupid.

also, like i just posted before this post: WOMEN ARE ALLOWED TO BE BAD. some women don’t want to be parents! that doesn’t make them any less of a women. some women are just SHITTY FUCKING MOMS. and just because “canonically” the female character is a good mom (which first of all, fuck canon, second of all we don’t actually have any proof that lily was a good mom, everyone just assumes she was), that doesn’t mean we have to write her as one.

and my last point is IT’S FAN FICTION. if you want to bitch that there are not enough wlw raising kid fics and too many cute loving dad fics, then you better fucking be writing it.

#tw homophobia #tw transphobia

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Blackborne — House of Black characters

For @artemisia-black.

Arcturus Black III: The Paterfamilias and Lord of the House of Black and great-grandfather of Leonis Black. Known as the 'Serpent of the Somme', 'the Bringer of the Black Night', and 'The Viper of the House of Black', Arcturus was one of the few wizards whom the Dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald feared among all others. But now? Now he is a tired, broken old man who lives with the ghosts of his failures. He failed his son Orion. He failed his grandsons Sirius and Regulus. He failed his family. It is only through Leonis, the last and best hope of The Constellation, that Arcturus has a chance at redemption. Cassiopeia Black: Dotty, secretive, and ruddy brilliant — there are many words to describe Cassiopeia Black. She lives alone in her home in the village of Tinworth, in Cornwall, with her house-elf Gippy and her library. She is also one of the most brilliant Arithmancers of the 20th century. She never believed that Sirius was guilty, never truly believed in blood purism (though, as Arcturus is loath to remember, served Gellert Grindelwald), and fills very much the 'mad scientist' vibe. Andromeda Tonks (née Black): Godmother and guardian of Leonis, she has raised her little cousin since his mother Cassandra (née Adler) was murdered by Evan Rosier in November 1981. The Malfoys had petitioned for Leonis to be surrendered to their care, they were far more capable of giving him everything he wanted, and Narcissa used the fact her sister had been disowned from The Constellation against her. It seemed lost except for two things — the first was Sirius' living will, which stated that Andromeda was to get custody of his son if his wife was unable to do so, and the second was Arcturus Black. The two met and, after a few rows, agreed... Andromeda would raise Leonis as Heir to the House, with a (nearly) free reign in the matter, while Arcturus would be able to host the boy during the summers, Yule (Christmas), New Year’s, and the boy's birthday on 29 July. Edward "Ted" Tonks: There is a saying, "there are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man". Ted Tonks fulfills that last fear. He is kind and gentle and warm, the stereotypical Hufflepuff, however... however... Leonis Black is as good as his son. And he will defend his son to the best of his ability. He is skilled with a wand, brilliant, and a talented wizard. Arcturus has slowly come to accept him as a "barely" acceptable son-in-law. Nymphadora ("stop calling me that!") Tonks: Metamorphmagus, Auror trainee, all around badass. She is Leonis' cool older sister, if slightly overprotective considering how people dislike him for being the son of an accused mass murderer. Arcturus sees something of himself in the girl — the drive, the passion, the talent. He has taken her under his wing, much to Mad-eye Moody's consternation, and taught her what he knew about dueling and fighting. Leonis Black: He is very much his father's son. Brilliant, talented and powerful magically, haughty, with a quick wit and a sharper tongue. He looks exceedingly like his father as well, which both warms and breaks his great-grandfather's heart. Though he is far less serious and stuck-up than his father was when he was his age. He adores his older sister, thinks the world of his "Aunt 'Dromeda and Uncle Ted", and even sees the good in his broken down great-grandfather. But Leonis' destiny lies on a different path... a road in twilight with the last descendant of the Peverells...

#personal #Josh speaks #Blackborne #Blackborne characters #Harry Potter meta #Leonis is Sirius's son #and just like his father

[seriouslysam8]

What is your headcanon for most of the black family perishing?

In canon atleast it was never implied that Sirius' parents were death eater or any reason was given for their death

Well, the Blacks are canonically an inbred family. Walburga and Orion were second cousins. All the Sacred 28 was marrying one another so the gene pool was getting pretty… slim. If you look at the canon Black family tree, it seems like a lot of the Black family died young and in their 50s. So excluding Regulus and then Sirius Sr who made a Horcrux, I imagine the Blacks suffered from a lot of health issues and disease. @funbunnypotter26 may have helped me develop a very specific disease that explains how the Black family was wiped out so young.

On a side note, I always loved the headcanon that Tonks got her Metamorphmagus abilities from the Black line but it “died” out due to all the inbreeding. It reappeared once the blood wasn’t all the same muddled together. Tonks and Teddy were passed down the gene for the first time in many generations of Blacks.

No, I don’t think in canon it was explicitly stated a lot of the Blacks were DEs. But we know Regulus, Bellatrix, and Narcissa were so I think it’s not a stretch to say the older generation was as well and influenced their children to join. We also know Walburga was canonically at Hogwarts with Tom Riddle. She could have been 1-2 years ahead of him depending on her birthdate. So she was bound to have known him being in the same house. Voldemort always seemed to trust the Black family. I mean the cup was hidden in Bellatrix’s vault so that takes a fair bit of trust in my opinion.

I have a lot of info and headcanons about the Black family. Can you tell??

[xunvyrae]

the wayward shreds of dreams

Pairing: Regulus Black/James Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Minor Relationships (marylily, dorlene, rosekiller) Status: Ongoing

Additional Tags: References to Dead Poets Society and the T.C.B.S., mentions of abuse, walburga black’s a+ parenting, non-binary!regulus, metamorphmagus!regulus, artists!marauders, lots of poetry, the marauders & co form a hogwarts drama club, canon divergent, minor ships, james potter & sirius black have neil perry & charlie dalton vibes respectively, no beta we die like canon marauders, slow burn, really slow, Dead Poets Society References

Summary:

Here come the demiurges of sun and shadow, seekers of light and strippers of darkness down to its marrow. Here come the pursuers of life and weavers of dreams need not borrowed, believers and seekers of paths free of sorrow. Here they come, the young-old gods that push forth the change of tomorrow.

Hogwarts has hundreds of rooms for curious minds and mysteries that have yet to be discovered, yet no room for the hearts of creative demiurges like James Potter and his friends. It’s now in their hands to change that.

A marauders fic recounting their time at Hogwarts, with poetry, art, and theatre added into the mix.

new ongoing fic! yay :) i hope you all enjoy.

a fic that is inspired by my love for the film Dead Poets Society, and a little bit of the film Tolkien.

some of the regulus headcanons on my post will be in this fic! but altered a bit to fit the story.

#the wayward shreds of dreams #vino's stuff #marauders era #marauders #james potter #sirius black #regulus black #james x regulus #regulus x james #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #marylily #dorlene #rosekiller #marauders fandom #hp marauders #marauders fic #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus fic #jegulus angst #jegulus #wolfstar #dps #jegulus fanfic #wolfstar fic #starchaser #starchaser fanfic #starchaser fic