#She watched Sirius and James grow up like she was their fucking aunt are you kidding

[startledstoat]

I just know McGonagall always believed Sirius was innocent

Dumbledore would've told her it was Sirius that murdered the potters a few days after halloween when she confronted him after finding out Sirius was in Azkaban and she'd just stare at him blankly and like

"what"

And he'd repeat it and she'd stare at him for several more seconds and then

"You're always on some bullshit albus, but this particular load of bollocks is astoundingly large even for you."

#minerva mcgonagall #professor mcgonagall #Dumblebitch #marauders #sirius black #james potter #She watched Sirius and James grow up like she was their fucking aunt are you kidding #Minnie didn't buy that shit for a second

[delicris]

any hc's abt parents!marauders?

OH MY GOD

hi, hello, yes, thank you very much for this ask, i have SO MANY thoughts. like. so. many.

sirius and remus turning thirty and having a crisis because they're scared to adopt a kid, but james and regulus are raising harry and everyone is waiting for them to expand their little family, but what if the kid doesn't like them?

so they do foster care, they take in any kid who's in need, until they're adopted. and listen. then there comes this one sweetheart who just steals both of their hearts away. i imagine the kid being a bit of both of the black brothers, they're a little shit who gets away with everything, pads proudly standing behind them, but they have their slower days when they like to listen to the stories moony tells them.

and they absolutely LOVE the holidays, it's a time when everyone gathers together and they can play with harry and uncle james, or they can help uncle regulus with the baking, or they get to go to the coolest parks in the town with aunties dorcas and marlene, or do just about anything they've always wanted to do.

i think mary and lily wouldn't raise a kid, but they would be the cool aunts all the kids fucking adore because they spoil them. and they love being aunties, but lily doesn't really want a child, doesn't feel like she would do a good job being a mother, and mary is a busy, busy woman, who just loves her wife to death and if she doesn't want kids, then fuck them kids.

but dorcas and marlene, oh dorlene, my loves, my darlings. they would adopt the teenage kids who would be left to grow up on their own. and they love each and every single one of them equally. i feel like they would love to watch their kids become adults and navigate the world and they would be just so incredibly proud of every single achievement, throwing parties for just about anything.

i'm just now realizing that the ask was for the marauders, but i love seeing all these characters get old enough to actually consider parenthood, so here are my thoughts for all of them. maybe i'll add onto this once i think of something <33

#i have such a love-hate relationship with kids #it's so weird #but i'm very passionate about my babies having or not having babies #cris puts the cris in crisis #delicris ask #mine *chomps*

[yrluvjane]

CONGRATS MY FRIEND :) I have so loved getting to chat with you these past couple of weeks, it's so much fun!!

so I couldn't choose what to do, so I figured I'll just put these all here, and whatever you want to do you can do!

The Tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra — fmk: James, Sirius, Regulus

One Hundred Years of Solitude — what about DBF! James!!

The Picture of Dorian Grey —

Pride and Prejudice — before I was a Nutrition major, I REALLY wanted to be a marine biologist! sharks are my favorite animal and I wanted to work in conservation for Great Whites

Frankenstein — “Hey, look at me. I’m yours and no one can change that.” - w/ DBF! James

Jane Eyre —

Dracula —I get to see a guy that I have a crush on tomorrow. we've been friends for years and I think he could like me too. we're going on a date hehe

Oh my goodness 😂😂😂 ahh! Thank you soooo much! We're best friends now! Our conversations are literally the best!

Okay, I'm gonna number these!

Fuck Regulus, Marry James, Kill Sirius (I'm sorry, I'm in my reg phase of the month)

I think I've given you too many of those 😂😂 James definitely got you a pendant or bracelet or something that has a deep meaning to you; could have a quote engraved/ a birth stone maybe even the date of your first kiss?

Something is missing in the picture of dorian grey

Marine Biologist? I wanted to be one when I was 11 or something. I think I was inspired by a Barbie movie. Oof, I think... Have you watched Dolphin Tale, it's a movie, and I haven't finished it really, but I think you might like it.

"Hey," you watched with a scowl on your face as one of your mom's friends began to make her way towards James; she had her hair pushed back and a very dark shade of red on her lips. You watched from the other end of the table as she placed her hands over James's arm, trailing her hands all the way up to his shoulders but not before making a comment on James's figure and giving his biceps a squeeze. You placed your drink down with a little too much force before walking over towards them, "Aunt Dezmelda!" You said feigning cheerfulness as you stood next to James, "Oh! Look at you, you're all grown up!" She said with a strained smile. " Yes, that's what humans do grow up, your husband's looking for you! Somewhere over there!" You stated and before she could reply you gripped James's arm and dragged him inside the house. "That women is pure evil, you shouldn't talk to her, at all." You said as you glared at the woman's figure, you were pretty far away and you had to step up on your toes to keep an eye on her. James's fingers gripped your chin and faced you towards him, “Hey, look at me. I’m yours and no one can change that.” "I don't know what you are talking about." You stated and watch a playful grin spread over James' face, "Are you telling me that you were not ready to fight her for touching me? Cause by the way you were baring your teeth at her, it looked like you wanted to rip her throat." You scoffed and turned away.

You're going on a date?! Congratulations! I've never been on a date, I don't know what's supposed to happen! But I hope it turns out amazing!

#jane.500.cleb

[chaoticbritishqueen]

Hinny headcannons:

Harry started calling her "Gin" in 5th year. He is the only person who calls her that.

They proposed to each other at the same time.

Harry said "I love you" first. Ginny says it most.

Harry does most of the cooking.

Ginny can make ... toast. The occasional spag bowl. Anymore complicated is pandemonium.

Harry doesn't actually know how to cook using magic. "I ONLY KNOW LIKE 1 SPELL, OKAY-"

Both are Bisexual.

Harry goes to as many of her quidditch games as possible.

They have matching weasley jumpers.

Affectionate. Passionate- No I will not be going into more detail. (Ron no longer walks into their room without knocking at least twice.)

Late night broom rides.

Harry is the little spoon.

Ginny dragging harry to dance during ministry events, trying to distract him from all the prying eyes.

Both purposely confuse the paparazzi, one time Harry wore the same outfit for like 3 weeks so that people couldn't prove the photos were new. Ginny once pretended that she didn't know that Harry was the Boy who lived. "HE NEVER FUCKING TOLD ME THAT-"

Harry will not sign autographs. Except one, because "HOLY CRAP YOUR GINNY WEASLEYS HUSBAND"

Harry sings HAIR AS DARK AS A BLACKBOARD" Every so often. Taught it to their kids. Ginny pretends to be annoyed by it.

Their kids names are James Sirius, Rubius (Ruby) Arthur, and Lily Luna. Teddy is as good as.

They didn't fully raise Teddy, as at 17, Harry was in no position to raise a baby, but Teddy spent Holidays, Thursday dinners and many weekends at his Godfathers house. He also had his own room there.

Harry and Hermione would awkwardly pass eachother late at night and early in the morning as they swapped bedrooms to be with their respective partners.(before the girls had to go back to Hogwarts for their final year) So that Molly wouldn't know that Harry was in the same room as Ginny. And Hermione in the same room as Ron. Molly never knew, but Arthur did and never said anything.

They got married in the summer. It was a small wedding with only their close friends and family. There was a bet to see how long it would take for the public would find out that they were married. It took 14 months somehow.

Ginny didn't quit quidditch until she retired at 40, before becoming a sports reporter.

Ginny and Harry own an orphanage, where they visit often with their children. Because there will be no other kids who will have to grow up like Tom riddle, or Harry himself. All children deserve somewhere to call home.

Even in their 40s, they still flirt like teenagers, (to the disgust of their actual teenage kids)

Ginny brought Harry his first ever teddy bear during sixth year, after finding out he never had one. It stayed in his rucksack all throughout DH and the rest of their life together, before he gave it to James when he was born.

Harry made a just as cheesy singing card for Ginny for their first wedding anniversary.

1 ON 1 QUIDITCH COMPETITIONS THAT LAST LIKE 6 HOURS AS THEY ARE BOTH COMPETITIVE AS HELL.

Ginny saying no for harry, when harry doesn't know how.

Harry diverting questions to ginnys quiditch when they get caught by reporters together.

Harry never loosing his parseltongue, and their kids inheriting it and having a "secret language" one time using it to plan a surprise birthday party for Ginny right in front of her face as she grows more and more confused by the hissing.

Ginny and the kids learned piglatin so that she could get back at Harry.

Harry giving Ginny piggybacks when she's tired after training.

Ginny removing any cupboards under the stairs from any homes they live in. "Because those don't belong in our homes." After he told her about the dursleys.

Ginny also screamed at Petunia for the way she treated Harry. The only reason she didn't hex her was because she knew Harry wouldn't want his aunt to hurt the same way he did.

Ginny holding Harry. She makes him feel safe just by being there.

Ginny is his home. And Harry is hers.

During the war, Ginny wore one of Harry's shirts to bed every night, and sometimes she swore that she could feel him watching over her. She knew they weren't really broken up.

Their love lasted until the very end.

#harry potter #harry potter series #harry james potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #the golden trio #harry and ginny #hinny #harry potter second generation #second generation #james sirius potter #albus potter #but like not albus #rubius arthur potter #lily luna potter #harry/ginny #harry and ginny relationship #ginny potter

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Unexpected Part 4

Harry Potter Marauders Era Post-Hogwarts 

Link to Part 3 

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M 

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The sound of someone knocking on the bedroom door roused from your deep sleep. You heard Regulus groan beside you as he lifted enough to look at the clock.

“The fuck?”

Regulus grumbled. Who the hell was waking him up at 7:30 am when Halley was sleeping?

“What?”

Regulus snapped. The door opened and James stepped in with his hand over his eyes.

“Do you two have clothes on?”

“No.”

Regulus replied, with a grin. The more that he could make James uncomfortable the happier Regulus would be. He wasn’t a fool. Regulus knew that James was still pissed over you running off and getting married. For the few days that the three of you had been staying with James and Lily, James had barely said 4 words to you and it was beginning to annoy Regulus. He made a mental note to talk to James later.

You, meanwhile, gave your husband a small displeased expression as James spoke again.

“That’s just great. I really don’t want to be in here but Reg, your mother is here and we don’t know what to do with her. She’s trying to tell Sirius that he’s doing everything wrong with Halley. They are about to fight. Not to sound concerned but I would pay to see it but I don’t want my kitchen destroyed either.

Regulus quickly got up in search of his abandoned pants. This was the last thing that he wanted to deal with. He needed some form of caffeine before dealing with Walburga or Sirius.

“Fuck shit crap...what the fuck is she doing here?”

James, who had turned around, shrugged.

“We wondered the same thing. It's kind of funny though. Halley is looking at your mother like she hasn’t seen anything like her before.”

Regulus sighed.

“Because she hasn’t. Y/n and I don’t act like raving lunatics around her. Whether you want to believe it or not, but we used to live a very drama-free life. I knew this would happen. We would tell her and she is just going to show up at random times. Who the hell comes visiting at 7:30?”

“You drama-free? Forgive me for not believing that. As far as your mother, she’s been here since 7.”

James clarified. For once, James had to agree with Regulus on something. When James opened his door that morning to see Walburga Black on the other side, he had to make sure that the world hadn’t ended. James was under the impression that Walburga never wanted to see him again. After all, the horrible woman screamed it at his face when Sirius ran away and James was not the least bit upset.

Regulus turned.

“7? Normal people are sleeping at 7...oh wait...this is my mother that we are talking about...carry on. You said that Sirius has Halley?”

James nodded.

“He’s protecting her like a little piece of gold. I think it's annoying your mother and that is what’s the best about it. She wanted to hold her and Sirius told her that his turn wasn’t over and she has to wait in line.”

You ran a hand through your hair trying not to sigh. This was going to a giant mess!

“I got this,Y/n.”

Regulus muttered as he pulled on a shirt and stormed downstairs. If his mother thought for one minute that she was going to sink her claws into his daughter, she had another thing coming! The last thing that Regulus was going to let happen was Halley have a horrible childhood like him. He would die before that happened.

It's a good thing that we willed Halley to Sirius. I could rest in peace knowing that she is safe with him. I will rest better knowing that James also doesn’t have her.

Regulus thought with a pleased smile. The two of you had sat down one night after Halley was born and decided “who do we really hate the most?” Regulus thought the whole thing was rather amusing until you made the comment,

“We need to decide who would be best to raise our child if something happens to us. Do you really find our child’s security a laughing matter?”

The two of you had come to an agreement that Halley would go to Sirius since James and Lily had Harry to worry about. Of course, James and Lily could be involved as they liked in their niece's life but Regulus was adamant that Halley went to Sirius and you agreed.

Walburga looked up when Regulus stormed into the room. She automatically frowned at her youngest son’s disheveled appearance. Regulus’ curly hair was a mess and his shirt was untucked. Walburga hadn’t seen her son look this bad in ages. If Walburga wasn’t hell-bent on holding her granddaughter she would make a comment about Regulus looking sloppy.

“Regulus, make your brother give me the baby.”

Regulus’ attention went to Sirius who sat at the table cuddling Halley. Without saying anything, Regulus eagerly took the cup of coffee that Lily was holding out to him. He didn’t turn to face his mother who looked like she was about to blow a fuse over being ignored. It vaguely reminded Regulus of Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction. If she started screeching, “I will not be ignored” Regulus wouldn’t be able to fight the urge to laugh at her. What was she going to do, after all? Send him to his room?

“Regulus, you are ignoring me.”

Walburga snapped. Regulus shook his head and pointed to the cup of coffee in his hand.

“See, he has to have the motivation to deal with you too. He’s just too nice to say it.”

Sirius commented. Walburga huffed as she sat back down at the table. Her dark eyes were focused on her eldest son and granddaughter.

“You should have socks on the baby. She’s going to catch a cold.”

“It's warm in here.”

Sirius muttered.

“Sheesh mother, would you sit down and take a pill or something? It isn’t like we are going to let her crawl through a puddle of bleach or something. We aren’t heathens.”

Walburga rolled her eyes before standing up and turning back to her youngest son.

“We are having dinner with our whole family tonight. Bring your wife and the child...and for Merlin’s sake brush your hair. You look like your father did after Sirius was born...I swear a woman has a baby and the father goes to pieces.”

Regulus finally had enough coffee to be able to process his thoughts clearly.

“I haven’t gone to pieces, mum. I was asleep. It's barely 7:45...most people are sleeping.”

Walburga put on her sweater with a disapproving scowl that used to send Sirius and Regulus running. Her face reminded Regulus of the time that he had caught the living room drapes on fire.

“I’m sure your wife wasn’t sleeping. You should help her with the child.”

Regulus groaned.

“Mother, I swear to god...it is too early and I haven’t had enough…”

Sirius jumped up and tugged Regulus after him.

“Happy family time is over mother. They will show up to your cult dinner later. Try not to ruin him any more than you already have.”

“You’re not coming, are you?”

Walburga questioned. She didn’t want to deal with Sirius more than she had to. If she dealt with him too much then she could develop feelings for his sassy sarcastic self and she didn’t want anything to deal with that. She was catching enough feelings being around Regulus and Halley. Adding Sirius to the mix would be a disaster!

“Not in a million years.”

Sirius replied before leaving the room muttering to Halley about her family being crazy and to not listen to anything that anyone told her.

“I’ll tell you all about the cult when you get old enough to understand. Your crazy grandma is an alcoholic and needs her special cider to function.”

Regulus shook his head before turning back to his mother who looked ready to start yelling. The fact that Walburga Black wasn’t screaming spoke volumes about her actually want to be involved in Halley’s life.

“We’ll come, mother.”

That evening you stood beside Regulus as the two of you stared at the front door of 12 Grimmauld Place.

“Why are we doing this again?”

Regulus questioned. You sighed as he snuggled Halley closer to him.

“We are being good people and Halley deserves to know both sides of her family.”

Regulus didn’t make any facial expression before turning to you.

“We can just tell her that my family is a bunch of shady characters that she really doesn't need to know. Hell, Sirius can back us up on that one. Halley has your family and she has Sirius...that's enough from my family. She doesn’t need to grow up witnessing these psychos in action.”

Before you could respond the front door opened. Orion stood on the other and smiled seeing Halley in her father’s arms.

“There you two are. We were wondering what was taking so long. Now let me have her.”

You watched as Regulus made a pained expression the moment that his father snatched Halley from him. Orion spent the next few moments smiling down at her as Halley started tugging at the buttons of his vest. ‘

Regulus silently prayed that Halley would start pulling hair that night. That would be one hell of a way to make an introduction into the family...giving someone a new bald spot.

“Come on it. Everyone else is here.”

Regulus reached over and wrapped his hand around yours. You couldn’t help feeling sad when you noticed the dark expression on Regulus’ face. It was the same expression that he had the day before. You assumed that this would be a normal thing anytime that the two of you were in the Black family home.

Multiple sets of eyes rolled up when you stepped into the room with Regulus. You knew a few of the people already. Narcissa and Lucius were looking at the two of you with wide eyes while Bellatrix scowled in your direction. The horrible woman almost made a comment but was stopped the moment Narcissa elbowed her in the side.

Walburga smiled before turning to Druella.

“I assume that you haven’t been told but Regulus and Y/n married not long ago. This is their daughter Halley.”

Regulus hated the way that his aunt and cousins were looking around at each other as if saying,

How is he still here? How is Regulus still with us? What was Walburga thinking?

Walburga turned back to her youngest son with a pleased smile.

“Sit down.”

The next half an hour was the tensest of your life. While Walburga had been overly nice to you the day before, tonight she was in a constant conversation with her sister-in-law. Tonight, she was clearly showing the true colors that Regulus mentioned to you before.

So much for being hopeful….

You thought as Narcissa turned to you. She gave you a sweet smile.

“Halley is a darling little girl. How old is she?”

“Four months.”

Regulus replied. Narcissa again smiled ignoring her cousin’s careful gaze. Regulus wasn’t about to let his guard down. He didn’t care how sweet Narcissa pretended to be. Regulus wasn’t as concerned about Narcissa as he was Bellatrix. His older cousins’ cold gaze was locked on the two of you.

“She’s the same age as our Draco. How wonderful they are the same age! Did you have a hard time with the pregnancy?”

You shook your head before putting your drink down.

“Not at all. A little morning sickness but that was it. Her birth wasn’t bad either.”

Your eyes flickered over to Regulus who had a small smile on his face.

“I think we both did well.”

Narcissa’s mouth dropped.

“You mean, Regulus stayed in the room with you? He didn’t leave?”

You immediately realized just what Draco’s birth was probably like for Narcissa. She was probably in some cold sterile room all alone. “He was with me the whole time. He may have been a bit traumatized but he did just fine.”

Narcissa immediately glared at Lucius. The man was giving Regulus the biggest “fuck you” expression imaginable.

“I think that you and I will have a talk later.”

Both Lucius and Narcissa sat hissing at each other quietly for the next fifteen minutes. You leaned over to Regulus.

“I think I just caused a rift between them.”

Regulus smirked. He couldn’t give two shits as to what was pissing Narcissa and Lucius off. They could get hit by a bus for all Regulus cared.

Bellatrix, who had been listening quietly, the whole time was finally beginning to have enough. She wasn’t thrilled with the fact that Regulus brought you home. Since when was he allowed to go marry whomever he wished? Bella didn’t have that luxury nor did Narcissa or any other woman. Regulus probably got to do as he wished because he was a male.

Stupid double standard.

Bellatrix muttered before turning to Narcissa.

“Regulus was always the weak one. Now look he’s gone and knocked up a blood traitor.”

She said it loud enough for you to hear. You had to stop yourself from turning to hex the bitch. If you needed another reason to hate Bella. She had given you one. Clearly, she knew nothing about her cousin. Regulus was anything but weak.

“Reggie, can we go home now?”

You whispered in his direction. Regulus’ eyes turned in your direction. He had somehow started talking to his father.

“Soon.”

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@amelie-black @truly-insatiable @lucasfilms77 @realgaytrash @fandomsxxregulus @spiderxalmighty @jessyballet @knreidy1 @rubyroscoe1 @acciosiriusblack @quuenofblacks @hazncalsgal @bennyberry @criminalyetminimal @whymyparentscheckmyphone @brokencasbutt67-writer @authoressskr @fandom-trash-worth-it @hankypranky @summer-novak @shaylybaby2032 @marichromatic @maggioli-m @emiwrites3reads @stuckinsaudi1 @shadows-and-padlocked-hearts @knight-of-gleefulness @deanwherescas @shitfaceddaniel @wontlookaway @mycuddlycorner

#Regulus Black #Regulus Black x Reader #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #James Potter #Lily Evans Potter #Walburga Black #Orion Black #Druella Rosier Black #narcissa malfoy #lucius malfoy #bellatrix lestrange #timothee chalamet as regulus black #ben barnes as sirius black #andrew garfield as remus lupin #aaron johnson as james potter #regulus black fics #harry potter fan fiction #the ancient and noble house of black #the potter family #regulus arcturus black #sirius orion black #marauders post hogwarts #marauders au #Unexpected #Unexpected Chapter 4 #update

[futurewriter2000]

Mirror Pieces

A/N: I am actually really excited about this one because it’s my first Fred Weasley x male reader and I hope I really did good on this one. I honestly want to be in a relationship now but no- actually..there is a guy ;) hehe in my class ... hmmm. This was so hard not to do a serie. 

REQUEST: Sirius has a Slytherin son who's dating one of the Weasley twins but still thinks his dad's a murderer and them meeting in poa or ootp and making up or summin ?

XX

You were supposed to be studying. Of course, what were you doing? - Not that. Your eyes were on the ceiling, your feet on the table, right top on the books as you kept yourself in your own thoughts. 

‘ (y/n) Black. Of course, the only son of Sirius Black. The last descendant of the worst family in the wizarding world. Death Eaters. Pureblood maniacs. Murderers. What a mix.’ you thought as you let out a chuckle. ‘ Sirius Black sighted: A massive serial murderer, Sirius Black, was sighted in the Knockturn alley this fall and again in Hogsmeade village this spring-’ the words from the Daily Prophet- you knew them word by word. 

“What is it Black? Plotting a massive murder?” one of the Slytherins retorded as they passed you by on the other side. 

You looked up at them, dead in the eyes before getting your pencil between your hands and giving them a malicious smirk. “Yeah. I’m thinking of snapping those pretty little necks.” and you snapped the pencil in your hand. They widened their eyes and quickly scattered off. 

There was nothing fun about that. You wanted them to know not to mess with you but not in the way you just did. You hated when everybody thought of you as the murderer’s son. Bellatrix’s little nephew though she was never really your aunt but everybody kept calling her that. 

“Brutal.” a voice came from behind and you smiled at the sound. “They wouldn’t be running away from you if they knew what a softie you really are inside.” he joked and stood behind you. You tilted your head backwards on the chair and looked up at the redhead above you. 

“Hey.” you smiled and he leaned down to kiss you.

“Hey.” he replied softly, sitting beside you. “What’s on your mind?” 

“My mind?” you pointed at yourself and smiled. “You know? The usual: how to kill thirteen Muggles.” 

“(y/n).” he sighed but you continued.

“And betray my best friends- kill two of them- get imprisoned- escape- go find Harry Potter and finish him off.” you now started to get irritated and slammed your feet from the table and on the ground. 

“(y/n).” Fred took a hold of your hand with both of his and brushed his thumb on it’s backside. “You’re not like him.” 

“How do you know that? I bet James Potter and Peter Pettigrew thought Sirius was different from his family as well. Like father like son.” you ripped your hand away from him and stormed away. 

You knew. You knew Fred wanted nothing more but make you feel better but you were so furious. At the Slytherins? Your father? Yourself? You couldn’t really tell but it was getting to you and- “Bloody hell!” you cursed as you just thought of the books you left back in the library. The exam is in two days. 

You turned around to walk back but you were walking so fast you didn’t had the chance to stop when another student walked in front of you and the two of backed away. 

“Sorry.” mumbled the boy in his gryffindor robes. Jet black hair, green eyes-

“Great.” you heard yourself mumble. 

The two of you were standing there. Just standing like two goddamn idiots. Here it was, Harry Potter, James Potter’s son who was your father’s best friend, who made sure to kill him. 

To be honest, you and Harry got along until he found out your father was his godfather. James was yours but as much as complicated it was, it was simple when the two of you stared at eachothers eyes. 

“I need to go to the library- excuse me.” you walked pass him and walked back to the library, not finidng your books or your boyfriend there. “Fuck.” you mumbled again, earning a shush from one of the students. 

---

You walked into the Gryffindor common room, stopping at the entrance and looking around. He was sitting on the sofa, his eyes on a magazine from Hogsmeade and his smirk growing in a smile as he flipped another page. You smiled at the sight and walked towards him. 

Squatting down beside the sofa, you put your arms on the armrest and your chin gently on the top of your hands, looking up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could manage. “I’m sorry.” you pouted at him. 

His eyes glanced at you, contemplating his thoughts but to him, you just seemed too adorable with those eyes and that pout that he, Fred Weasley, just couldn’t stay mad. He tried though. “No. You broke my heart.” he joke and, looked back at the magazine. 

“Can I do anything to fix it?” you tilted your head on your hand and though he was smiling, he shook his head in denial. You smiled and jumped on your feet. You grabbed the magazine from his hands and threw it on the table. Sitting beside him, you dropped your arm around his shoulders and kept looking at him. He kept his eyes forward. He knew your affective stare. He knew that as soon as he would look at them, he was done. 

“No.” he shook his head but you moved closer, observing every freckle of his. 

“I’m really sorry.” you smiled and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. “Like really sorry.” you now gave him another, closer to the corner of his mouth. He now turned his head towards you and smiled, looking down on your lips. “So sorry.” you now kissed his lips and he let you. He repositioned himself, letting you deepen the kiss and put his hands on you. 

“Next time you’ll be mad at me, I’ll just steal your books all over again.” he smiled as he pulled away and you rolled your eyes. 

“My God. You found my weak spot.” you joked sarcastically and he laughed.

“Just get back here.”

---

The next time you saw your boyfriend was in different circumstances. 

“Where are you taking me Uncle?” you rolled your eyes as he kept pushing you forward. 

“It’s just a little bit further.” he pushed you, stopped and turned you around. “(y/n).” he squated down and you knew something was up. He wouldn’t be giving you this look if something was wrong.

“Oh no.”

“Now, now. I wanted to talk to you about it this whole summer and I thought I had a week left but we had to come early here- so- uhm.” he cleared his throat. “It’s about your father.” he finally said and you continued to look at him casually.

That didn’t even strike you as any news. “What about my father?” 

“He- well- uhm- he’s here.” he continued and you contiued to have the same, unreadable face expression. 

He stared. You stared. 

“No.” you turned around and started to leave but Remus quickly took you by the arm and pulled you back. “NO, UNCLE! I’m not going to see him!” 

“You have to. He has to explain to you.” he spoke calmly.

“Explain how he murdered those 13 innocent victims?” you scoffed and took a few steps back.

“It’s how he didn’t murder those 13 innocent victims.” Remus sighed and you continued to watch. 

That was news. That was the opposite what you were used to hearing and maybe just that set your mind not to belive him.

“You’re lying. You’re just trying to drag me in there.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”he quirked an eyebrow and you let yourself doubt him.

No. He never lied to you, so why would he lie about something that important. “Fine.” you spoke grumply. “This better be one hell of an explenation.”

---

And it was one hell of a long, thought out explenation. 

You wore black boots, black jeans and a grey hoodie. Your hair was messed up a bit as your eyes were narrowed and glaring at his grey ones. You were sat down, your boots corssed one over another meanwhile your arms over your chest. 

It took Sirius a moment or two to collect his thoughts. You had the attitude similar to his when he was your age. You held the same glare, the same frown it was almost unbeliavable to him that you were his son, that you, (y/n) Black was showing him what he looked like. 

He stared. You glared. 

It was again the smiliar hate the two of you shared for your parents. Sirius towards his mother, meanwhile you towards him. 

Oh, how the world spinns.

After he finished, he was already sitting next to you, trying somehow to reach you, touch you, hold you. You were his one and only son. You were the fruit of his love and that made him think everything in his cursed life. Because no matter how cursed he has been in the past, everything was worth it for the miracle in front of him.

“Say something, please.” he begged as the silence grew thicker. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say?” you turned your head to the side. “I forgive you, pop? I love you, pop? These 14 years without you were worth everything I had to go through for what you did, ppp?” you started to raise your tone at him. 

“I couldn’t control myself back then.” he looked away shamefully.

“It’s not about that. It’s about when you thought of killing Pettigrew, you never thought of what would happen to me? Who is unfotrunately your son!” you were now standing up. “I was shoved from family to family until Remus finally took me in. I was unwelcomed those first few homes. I felt like an insect, living under a different roof. And then finally Remus came from me, after grieving like a normal wizard after his two- excuse me. One best friend and raised me to be the man I am today. He is more of a father than you will ever be!” you shouted and stormed away. 

You climbed up those devil’s stairs and slammed the door behind you. You threw yourself on the bed and just screamed in the pillow like a typical teenage boy. 

There came a knock and a soft voice that you learned to adore. “Can I come in?” he already opened the door.

“You already are.” you mumbled into the pillow, not pulling away. “You could feel his weight on the edge of the bed, a silence between the two of you until he said.

“I’m giving you a bear hug.”

“Don’t.”

“I’m doing it.” he said and before you could say anything he was already sprawled on your back and hugging you. “I know that you probably don’t want to hear this and I love you but you are acting like a real git towards him.” he said and you finally decided to turn around, looking at him with a quirked eyebrow. The two of you repositioned so that he was now laying half on your chest, his hands one over the other and his ching on top of them. “If Lee killed me, wouldn’t you want to revenge me.” 

“That’s-”

“Wouldn’t you?” he asked but you kept quiet. “Cuz if you wouldn’t than I will be pretty offended.” he joked and you smiled at that.

Your hands wrapped themselves around him and you said. “Of course. In a heartbeat but that’s totally different. We don’t have a kid together. Of course, I would think of the kid.”

“With your temper, I doubt it.” he contineud to joke and you playfully shoved him off, laying on your side. 

“I am not speaking to you.” you joked and he climbed back to you, kissing your cheek.

“You can’t avoid this sexiness forever and you know it.” he teased and you laughed. “And you can’t avoid your father forever.” he then said more seriously and you wondered off. “Give him a second chance. From everything he went through, he deserves at least that. “

He was now standing away from the bed and walking towards the door. Before he could reach the door knob someone knocked on the door and slightly opened it.

It was Sirius. 

“Oh, hey- uh- Fred or George?” he looked at Fred and Fred grinned at the opportunity.

“It’s Gus. Fred is my brother.” and he smiled at you and left. 

Sirius only walked forward, stopped, turned around and furrowed his eyebrows. “Gus? I was sure Molly said George.” he shrugged and shook off. 

You tried to keep calm but seeing him was causing other emotions bubble up. Yet you gritted your teeth and sat down. “I can never forget that you left me for fourteen years.” you started and he sat down next to you.

“I don’t expect you to.”

“But I’m willing to give you a second chance.” you finished and his head shot up in surprise.

“You are?” 

“Life treats us unfair all the time. Looking at Harry, he doesn’t have a father but I do. I have you and if I didn’t give you a second chance, I could never forgive myself.” you looked at him and he smiled with teary eyes. 

“Why- what-?”

“Gus.” you rolled your eyes and chuckled at the sound. 

“It doesn’t sound right.” Sirius kept furrowing his eyebrows. 

“I don’t see anything wrong with it.” you grinned at him and he narrowed your eyes at you, knowing that grin far too well. You were quite a miscevious four-year-old as he remembered.

“Karma is going to bite me in the arse, won’t it?”

“It’s already here.” you wrapped your arm around his shoulder and gave him one hell of a wicked wink. “Guess I threw myself after you a little after all.”

“Which is?”

“I’m no saint either.”

#sirius black #sirius black imagine #sirius black imagines #marauders imagine #marauders imagines #marauders era #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #fred weasley x male reader #golden trio era #golden trio imagines #golden trio imagine

[ashes-and-ashes]

His earliest memory is when he was 4.

He can’t remember everything, exactly. There’s his bed, swathed in emerald green silk even way back then, the heavy chandelier in the center of the room. He remembers a heavy black dresser pushed up against a wall, thick books neatly stacked on his bookshelf. Even then he wanted to please his parents, wanted to be the “good boy.”

He remembers standing on the bed, looking down at the floor. His bed was huge - he needed a footstool to reach it, and the floor seemed so far away.

Sirius would have been 5 then, crossed-legged on the floor, hands stretched far out in front of him. “Come on, Reg! I’ll catch you!”

And the floor seemed so far away, the wood hard and unforgiving, but Regulus nodded. Because Sirius was there and he said he would catch him and Sirius would never lie. Sirius always protected him.

Regulus took a deep breath and jumped.

He’s 7 now, standing next to Sirius in terror. He had knocked over a vase, porcelain shards shattering everywhere, going under the table and the sofas and the rugs. He didn’t mean to, of course, was too caught up in his book to realize that he had walked into the table, bumping the surface and shattering the vase.

Even then he was terrified. Now he looks back on the memory and laughs, laughs at his fear and terror. Walburga hadn’t even started drinking at that point, not heavily, and her anger was almost tame compared to what he was used to.

She had screamed when she saw the glass, screamed and swore and dragged him and Sirius into the kitchen. Regulus stood up as straight as he could, body almost rigid in fear while Sirius had leaned against the wall. A look of boredom was pasted on his face, though Regulus knew he must have been as scared as he was.

He can still remember Walburga’s words, echoing through his head 10 years later. “Which one of you little shits did this? How dare you? How dare you break my fucking vase?”

They both stayed silent, him and Sirius. Perhaps they thought it would calm Walburga down, the utter lack of response to her tirade.

It only seemed to infuriate her more. With a yell, she grabbed Regulus by the shoulders, slamming him against the wall. “Who broke it?”

Regulus started crying, tears rolling down his face. Walburga’s nails cut into his skin, making him wince. “I...I - “

She slapped him. It wasn’t hard, wasn’t even strong enough to break flesh but it still shocked him. Regulus gaped, mouth hanging open, the skin on his cheek reddening.

“Shut the fuck up,” she hissed, hitting him again. “Black’s don’t cry.”

Regulus bodded, choking back on his sobs. He was about to speak up, was about to accept his punishment and pray that Walburga wouldn’t hurt him too badly when Sirius stepped forward.

“Me,” he said. “I broke it.”

Regulus whipped his head around, heart pounding. “No - “ he started, but Sirius glared at him. Shut up, he mouthed, and Regulus listened.

Walburga turned on him slowly. “What?”

Sirius’ voice trembled. He was only 8, but Regulus always remembered him as much older. “I broke the vase. I ran into it. I’m sorry mother - “

Walburga interrupted. “Regulus,” she said, not even bothering to look at him. “Go to your room.”

Regulus did, slamming the door behind him, hurrying his face in the covers. He still remembers the screams that echoed from downstairs, the slaps and the yelling. Sirius had a black eye for weeks afterwards.

He’s 10 now, in Sirius’ room, standing by the door. Sirius was packing, viciously almost, stuffing everything inside his chest. “God, I can’t wait to get out of here, I don’t think I can last another day - “

Regulus looked down. It was almost an unspoken rule by now - they never mentioned Sirius’ injuries. He could see the edge of a cut now, peeking out from under his sleeve, left over from 2 nights ago.

“What house do you think you’d be sorted in?” he asked, his voice soft.

Sirius laughed, bitterly. The sound was too old for an 10 year old, full of pain and frustration and anger. “What choice do I have? Slytherin. It’s the only option for me.”

Regulus considered this. “I don’t think so,” he said.

Sirius slammed the lid of the trunk down. “Then what House will I be in?”

“Gryffindor.”

Sirius furrowed his brow. “Why?”

“Because,” Regulus said. “You’re the bravest person I know.”

He remembers standing on the platform, watching the Hogwarts Express come in. He was terrified, scared beyond reason because Sirius was leaving and he was going to be stuck with his mother for a whole year.

Her hand was on his shoulders, squeezing so hard he wanted to cry out, fingernails cutting into his skin. He was about to let out a noise, about to duck away when he stopped himself. Sirius took it, he thought. Sirius dealt with the worst of it.

And he wouldn’t call out. He wouldn’t beg Sirius to stay, though he knew Sirius would if he asked. He wouldn’t ask Sirius to bear more of the pain, take the brunt of his mother’s anger. He couldn’t.

So Regulus swallowed his cries, forced them down inside, watched as Sirius boarded the train. Survive. I can survive one year.

He remembers the conversations with his mother, during that one year. It was like walking on broken glass - entire days spent in his room, terrified of saying anything, doing anything, bringing her wrath onto his head.

And he remembers when he changed, when he realized the true extent of the game. Walburga was drunk, angrily mumbling into her glass; he remembers offering to bring her some water.

“You useless bastard,” she muttered, as he set the glass in front of her. “What an absolute shame. Oldest takes the Mark, though the youngest listens better. Fuck. What a nightmare.”

Oldest takes the Mark.

He’s seen the Marks - his Aunt Druella has it, all twisted and dark against her forearm. He knows what it means, swearing allegiance to The Dark Lord, being forced to kill and murder and torture. He knows immediately that Sirius is supposed to take it.

And he knows, instantly, knows it would be torture for him. Knows that Sirius would die being a Death Eater, being forced to fight in a war.

It’s one of his talents, being able to see the tangled roads lying in front of him. He’s only 10, but Regulus already knows what he has to do.

He’s 12 now, already caught in the game. Be the perfect son.

So he does. He does everything - gets perfect grades, introduces himself to the right people. He learns how to put up masks, made of iron and marble and steel, learns how to talk and how to plot and how to manipulate people.

And he’s a bastard. He knows he’s one, a conniving, untrustworthy bastard. Sirius told him so, after watching him suck up to his mother, repeating all her pure blooded bullshit right back.

“You’re such a suck up,” he said, after she had passed out on the couch. “What the hell? You can’t actually believe all that crap.”

“Shut up,” Regulus had hissed back. “Don’t let her hear you say that.”

“Why?” Sirius spat, defiantly. Walburga had started cutting him, slicing the back of his knees and arms and even his ribs; Regulus could see the blood where it had soaked through his sleeve. “She already knows. Can’t hurt me anymore.”

God, Regulus wanted to agree. He swallowed, hard, the same mental checklist running through his head. Be perfect. Take the Mark.

“She may have a point,” he muttered. “About...you know. Mudbloods.”

Sirius blanched; he had a friend, Regulus remembered, a friend named Remus who was a halfblood. He winced internally, knowing he had struck too deep.

“You,” Sirius hissed, “Are a bastard. A convincing, manipulative bastard. I don’t know what happened to you.”

Regulus watched him storm up the stairs before letting out a shaking breath.

He’s 13 now. The beatings have gotten worse - too many mornings he finds Sirius curled up on the floor instead of in his bed. He recognizes the marks, the faint white scars looking like galaxies against Sirius’ skin. She’s been using Crucio on him, multiple tones if he wasn’t mistaken, over and over again until Sirius’ body couldn’t take it anymore and he passed out.

She’s only used Crucio on him once. It was a dark night - Walburga was drunk and he didn’t know what Sirius had said but suddenly he was bleeding on the ground and she was screaming over his shaking body.

He barely screamed. He used to, at the beginning, roared until the house echoed. Now he just bit his lip, hard enough until blood dripped down his chin.

And she didn’t stop. Over and over again, Regulus frozen in the corner, watching as Sirius curled up tighter and tighter -

“Stop,” he said. Sirius made a choked noise - it sounded like no, though Regulus wasn’t sure. “Stop. You’ve hurt him enough.”

Walburga barely looked at him. “Crucio.”

And Regulus has been abused before, he knows this, abused mentally until sometimes he wants to drown himself but never like this. He’s never felt pain like this, ripping and burning and tearing, making him scream and scream until his throat gave out. He tasted blood in his mouth, thick and salty and he gagged, gasping for air -

And as he lies curled up on the floor, in the growing pool of his brother’s blood he wonders how Sirius bears it.

He’s 15 and he sees Sirius kissing Remus.

He was on the Quidditch Field - Sirius usually came out to fly late at night and Regulus always tried to watch him.

Sirius had taught him how to fly, when he was 6, the last of the golden days when everything was simple. Regulus has always been nervous of heights, hated the feeling of wind and air and falling, and it was only when Sirius had gotten him onto a broom did he understand the magic of flying.

He always tried to watch Sirius fly. He was a natural at it, him and James Potter, moved through the air like others moved on land. There was a sort of grace that Sirius just seemed to have, something that Regulus tried and tried over and over again to replicate but never succeeded in.

It was the last tie he allowed himself to hold, the last bit of affection he allowed himself to show towards his brother. The plan was simple, something he had followed since he was 12.

Because if he allowed Sirius to hate him, if he was able to sever all ties between himself and Sirius then Sirius could be free. He knew he only stayed for him, only stayed to protect Regulus. Without Reg, Sirius would leave.

And God, he tried. Everything - from being a bastard to watching impassively as Sirius screamed on the ground. It shredded Regulus’ heart apart, broke it so completely that there was no return.

Get Sirius out. Because if he stayed, he’d have to take the Mark. If he stayed, Sirius would become a Death Eater, forced to fight against his friends, his true family.

Better to let Regulus do it, then force Sirius.

And he never knew how much, never knew the true extent of how much Sirius loved Remus. He’s always suspected it, to some extent, has always known that Sirius didn’t like girls but it wasn’t until he saw them kissing that he realized.

Regulus had never loved anyone, not like that. He’s been too focused in preserving the mask, the cool facade of indifference, has spent his entire life trying to get Sirius out that he’s never really thought about what he wanted before.

Sirius kissed Remus like he was drowning, like he was surrounded by water and Remus was air. It was a desperate, longing sort of kiss, like years of pent up emotion had finally been released.

Regulus has always doubted, to some extent, doubted how much Sirius truly loved Remus. Now he knew.

Sirius would leave for Remus. Regulus has eroded his relationship with Sirius, eroded it to the point where Sirius would abandon him.

Regulus let out a shaking breath. He knew how to make Sirius leave.

He’s 15 now, staring down at his brother, the blood and the gashes, the glints of bone and the burns. His own side aches - his mother had hurt him, shot him right through Sirius’ body.

Reg. Reg, please, you have to let me go.

And he’s done his job, hasn’t he? He’s sacrificed so much, sacrificed his hopes and dreams, his wishes for a better future. He’s given up so much for Sirius and Sirius has done so much for him and the debt is paid now, isn’t it? He’s played the game, perhaps too well, burnt all his bridges and now he stands over Sirius’ broken, bleeding body.

Regulus takes a deep breath. His hand unconsciously drifts to his forearm, where he knows the Mark will go.

He’s not stupid. He knows he’ll die. His Brother will join the Order and he’ll be a Death Eater and the best he can hope for is that someone will kill him before he throws away his innocence completely.

His life for his brother's. He’d pay it. Over and over again, by God he’d pay it. He’d give up his life for the bare chance that Sirius’ could be better.

Regulus swallowed, hard, etched his brother’s face into his memory and prepared to let him go.

#my wolfstar writing

[gins-potter]

ummm so i did a thing and wrote some hp next gen hc’s fuck you j.k the order they’re written is the age order (idk if there is a canonical age order for all the weasley cousins but this is my take anyway) under the cut because this is long

Teddy Remus Lupin.

hufflepuff

pansexual 

soft boy who can and will make friends with absolutely everyone

his family use he/him pronouns out of habit but he’s open to any pronouns

has 5 parents in his mind, remus, tonks, andromeda, harry, and ginny

calls ginny and harry, mum and dad, and lives with them for a while after he graduates hogwarts

making head boy is one of his proudest moments and he never saw it coming because he’s a bit of a troublemaker

but his troublemaking is usually limited to sneaking out of bed to get food from the kitchen, and changing into teachers to scare students

is one of those people that is genuinely liked by everyone, teachers and students

even filch can’t bring himself to yell at that cheerful smile

doesn’t play quidditch, but watches because so many of his family members play

but watching also makes him nervous because he’s scared someone will get hurt

his feelings for victoire kind of come out of nowhere the year after he graduates hogwarts and she’s no longer there teasing him

they don’t get together until victoire is of age though because although he’ll never admit it, bill scares the hell out of him

wants to be a healer after hogwarts

Victoire Weasley.

ravenclaw

the sorting hat almost put her in slytherin

considered going to beauxbatons, but didn’t want to move away

hates the dumb blonde trope and works her ass off to get at least an E in all her subjects

despite hating being mistaken for just a pretty face, she does have an impeccable fashion sense, and her makeup is always on point

wishes she and her sister were closer, and it takes until they’re in their seventh and fifth years respectively to realise how similar they are

lives to intimidate people

and loves seeing the looks on boys faces when they realise how smart she is

and she really is scary smart

has this witty, banter going with teddy but is in denial about what it means until she’s in her sixth year and realises oh crap she’s in love with him

has a ridiculously complicated coffee order, which teddy knows off by heart

incidentally the first time he orders for her, getting it perfect, of course, is also the moment she realises she’s in love with him

is the eldest official weasley/potter child and finds it s t r e s s f u l

thinks her siblings/cousins are crazy

ends up teaming up with James and Molly to keep them all in line

James Sirius Potter.

gryffindor

jock™

joins the gryffindor team in his second year, plays chaser, and is good enough to give both his mother and his grandfather a run for their money

shameless flirt and acts so much like his two name-sakes that it sometimes makes mcgonagall catch her breath when he winks brazenly at her in the middle of transfiguration

becomes the first half of a brother duo to play for the english national team

feels a lot of pressure to keep up good grades, keep the gryffindor team winning (especially after he’s made captain in his sixth year), look after all his siblings and cousins, and maintain the happy-go-lucky attitude that he’s come to be known for

is diagnosed with anxiety during his seventh year

harry cries when james tells him how dark he’d been feeling

lily researches plants that are proven to lift spirits and brings them to him until he feels like smiling again

has his father’s crazy hair (though his are auburn curls) and his grandfather’s hazel eyes

unlike his brother he likes hearing how much he looks like his family

Dominique Weasley.

slytherin

feels like the night to victoire’s day

takes her coffee black

likes to wear ripped jeans and old band shirts

dyes her hair

would never admit it but lily luna is her favourite cousin

gets a tattoo of a snake down her spine when she’s fifteen and her parents hit the roof and ground her for the entire summer

she expected her dad at least to be cool about it

likes boys and girls, but thinks most of them are idiots

has the best eyeliner game in the school

is fiercely protective of her little brother

never even considered going to beauxbatons

even though they annoy her most of the time she could never be away from her family that long

also loves to intimidate people

wishes her sister wasn’t so perfect all the time because she thinks it puts more pressure on her to be better

Molly Weasley II.

gryffindor

is dyslexic but it took everyone a long time to realise it

thought for a long time that she was just too dumb to get above an acceptable in any of her classes

rose eventually works it out, and it gets better after that

or at least her teachers are a bit more considerate

is a whiz at classes where she doesn’t have to write a lot of essays

loves care of magical creatures and helps Hagrid teach Grawp English

her uncle charlie is her favourite uncle and considers running away to live with him in her fourth year

has a very strained relationship with her father because he tends to be very impatient with her and used to say she wasn’t trying hard enough in school

really good at sewing and cooking (much like her namesake) and can usually be found in the kitchen of the weasley house experimenting on a new recipe

gives the best presents

is the best at wrangling the weasley/potter brood

is that person who remembers every single birthday, anniversary, favourite colour, pet’s names and so on

shameless romantic

Rose Granger-Weasley.

gryffindor

everyone is surprised af when she gets sorted into gryffindor, including rose, but she grows to love the crazy, loud house

is in love with scorpius for about 3 months in third year but gets over it pretty quickly when she sees the way scorpius looks at her cousin

so she just settles back and waits for them to figure it out

pretends like she hates quidditch but has a secret love for it that only her dad knows about

and she of course supports the chudley cannons

is one of those annoying ‘gets perfect marks without studying’ type of people

likes to rock the space buns look with her cousin roxanne

thinks she might be ace/aro but really isn’t sure

her mum is her hero

goes through a rebellious phase in the summer between her fifth and sixth years, and lives with her aunt ginny and uncle harry for a few weeks

is the first person to realise her cousin molly is dyslexic

Scorpius Malfoy.

ravenclaw

is the first malfoy in history to not be in slytherin

thinks albus potter in glasses is the hottest thing

thought his father would hate him for being sorted into ravenclaw

he doesn’t

thought his father would hate him for being gay

he doesn’t

his father tells him once that raising him is the best thing he’s ever done and it’s one of the most important things anyone has ever said to him

professional piner

is in love with al since almost the first time he ever saw him

plays chaser in his 4th and 5th years but is really glad when they find a replacement for him

he prefers watching his boyfriend play

loves his mother

kinda hates his grandparents and hates himself for that

when he’s in The Zone™ good luck getting his attention

has a tendency to hyperfixate

hates parties but goes because al and rose like them

has a touch of social anxiety

Albus Severus Potter.

slytherin

tries out for the slytherin team in his first year, but isn’t selected

is called in to play for the grand final against gryffindor that year when the other seeker is injured, they lose but it’s still one of the best moments of his life and makes him the second youngest person to play for a hogwarts team after his father

goes on to play on the english national team with his brother

is best friends with rose and scorpius

is constantly being told by teachers how much the three of them remind them of his father, uncle ron, and aunt hermione

likes boys

knows he likes boys pretty much from birth (his parents are also unsurprised when he tells them)

doesn’t work out that he’s in love with scorpius until they’re in their fifth year, and it still takes them most of the year to get their shit together

needs glasses but hates wearing them, so he usually wears contacts

is always down for a nap

Louis Weasley.

hufflepuff

came the closest to studying abroad, but just before he was set to start he had a minor panic attack and realised he couldn’t do it

he was worried for a long time that his mum was secretly disappointed that he went to hogwarts just like his siblings, but she told him she could never be disappointed in him

he knew from a young age that he had been born into the wrong body but wasn’t able to tell his family until he was around 10, 

he didn’t want to go to hogwarts with no one knowing who he really was

his parents didn’t pretend like they had always known, but they accepted him nonetheless

always harboured a hero-worship-lowkey-crush on teddy which eventually developed into a mutual friendship, despite the almost 10 year age gap

plays seeker on the hufflepuff team only because they desperately need a seeker and lucy begs him

loves his older sisters but wishes they weren’t so protective

sometimes wishes he was closer to fred, lucy, and roxanne who are all in his year and are very close but then remembers that they’re all crazy and if he hung with them more he’d probably be in detention every week

loves muggle studies and wants to work with muggles after hogwarts

collects muggle coins 

Roxanne Weasley.

gryffindor

practically invented the space buns look

holographic aesthetic

friends with everyone

headgirl

is friendly with absolutely everyone but also plays beater so people are very ???

likes being a twin and usually gets pulled into fred and lucy’s crazy schemes

has the highest detention record of any head girl ever, but most of those are fred and lucy’s fault

the one detention that actually is her fault is when she throws her beaters bat at her brother because he let slip who she had a crush on in the middle of commentating a quidditch match

it worked out pretty well in the end because the girl found her after the quidditch match to ask her out

one third of the unholy trinity (lucy came up with the name)

she’s the third who tries to keep them out of trouble

has the chillest nature and can’t stand to see any of her family hurt

wishes uncle percy wasn’t so hard on molly

is one soft lesbian

physically incapable of holding a grudge

Fred Weasley II.

gryffindor

doesn’t play quidditch but takes after his godfather and commentates

likes to try and throw his sister off her game when she’s playing quidditch

second third of the unholy trinity

honestly does not know how he gets in so much trouble all the time

seriously wonders if he was born without impulse control

like it’s not his fault that he’s curious about absolutely everything and has the patience of an excited puppy

is really good at charms

always knows the most obscure spells

has no idea what he wants to do after he leaves school but isn’t worried about that

Lucy Weasley.

hufflepuff

plays chaser

troublemaker ™

last third of the unholy trinity (the name was her idea)

her and lily are either the best of friends or the worst of enemies (there is no inbetween)

god help you when they’re at each other's throat because their arguments could wipe out city blocks

you can imagine how much worse they are when they’re teaming up

thinks she maybe wants to be an auror after leaving school

her dad hates the idea

which of course makes her want to do it even more

loves mystery novels and can always guess the ending by about halfway

thinks her uncle harry is the coolest

invites herself along on lorcan’s world travels after he finishes hogwarts

loves to smack him over the back of the head when he gets too obnoxious

but secretly loves it when he starts ranting about the topics he’s studying

Lorcan Scamander.

ravenclaw

smart boy

thinks his mum is kinda nuts but loves her anyway

thinks his brother is kinda nuts but loves him anyway

doesn’t know how he got basically adopted into the weasley/potter family but can’t bring himself to be mad about it

loves arithmancy and nerding out with hermione about it

wants to do too many things after he leaves hogwarts

ends up taking some time off to travel for a bit and learn more about the different wizarding cultures

lucy surprises everyone and invites herself along as a break after she finishes her auror training

no one can work out if they hate each other or are secretly dating

lysander can’t work out if he hates her or wants to kiss her

Lysander Scamander.

hufflepuff

eptimosises the dumb blonde stereotype

too pretty for his own good

gets shoved into keeper position on the hufflepuff team because no one else can/wants to play, and is The Worst

gets distracted by cool clouds and pretty butterflies during quidditch games

finds that he actually really likes quidditch because it turns out he loves flying

he still sucks at keeping of course

but at least he’s having fun now

thinks his mum is a genius

pansexual

knows that hugo is the one for him as soon as they start dating

favourite thing is the way hugo’s ears go red when he’s flustered

thinks ron is hilarious

Lily Luna Potter.

slytherin

smol, smol, smol child

is five feet of pure rage, sass, and protectiveness

will fuck up anyone who messes with her family

parents started her in quidditch to help vent her frustrations but quickly grows to love the game, or at least being able to hit the fuck out bludgers

plant nerd

starts a herbology club with her uncle neville (who she refuses to call professor longbottom no matter how many times he reminds her)

she is one smol lesbian

hates it when james is going through his anxiety because for the first time kicking someone’s ass won’t fix it

less than zero impulse control

she finds an old photograph of her mum rocking an undercut and immediately goes for the electric razor

the end result is horrible, and she ends up calling victoire and dominique to fix it for her

did i mention she’s super smol?  

thinks that her dad doesn’t understand her very much but cries a little when uncle neville let’s slip that he’s been borrowing herbology books to learn more about her favourite subject

works with troubled teens after she leaves hogwarts

works out at age eight that is she arranges her cousins a certain way in family photos they can spell out bad words with the letters on their sweaters

her parents don’t know if they should be angry or impressed.

Hugo Granger-Weasley

ravenclaw

is the quieter kind of smart compared to his sister, who is always correcting people

surprises the fuck out of people when he’s put in ravenclaw and gets near perfect grades at hogwarts

studies a lot

is the only person who can beat his dad at chess

has a bad habit of falling asleep while reading

is jealous of how good all his cousins are at quidditch, and thinks for a long time that his dad is disappointed because he’s too scared of heights to play

is a self-confessed morosexual and is shamelessly in love with lysander scamander

almost gets stuck on the hogwarts express one time because he was too busy reading to realise they’d arrived

prefect

always has ink stains on his hands

usually gets said ink in lysander’s hair when they kiss

has a thing for lysander’s blonde curls

#hp #harry potter #hp headcanons #mywriting #hp next gen

[lesbijkas]

Love Sucks

pairing: none, unrequited love; Sirius & Remus-centric

word count: 1.8 k

summary: 

“We’ve talked before. I know it’s hard-”

“Fucking hell, Remus, not this again-”

Hearts are broken. Love comes too late.

read on ao3/original posts: 1 & 2

[pt. i; broken]

           Remus sighed. It was inaudible, and his face was behind his arms, so no one could tell he had sighed, but he sighed nonetheless. He watched as Sirius watched James, who was watching Lily, who was reading in one of the overstuffed chairs in a light grey sweater that Snape had gifted her the previous year. She was probably studying for their OWLs, which Remus had been trying to do, but the air was too palpable with longing to get anything done.

           How Lily hadn’t noticed and wacked James over the head with her book was a mystery. Peter gave him an answer in the form of a soft snore, cheek crushed up against the table they were studying at. Were supposed to be studying at.

           Merlin, love sucked.

           Remus sighed again.

           Eventually, the fire dimmed. Students stated walking up to their dorms. Remus nudged Peter awake. James snapped out of his blinkless gazing when Lily snapped her book shut before walking towards the girls’ dormitory. Sirius blinked once, then twice, quickly looking down to his mostly blank parchment.

           They trudged upstairs together. Peter closed his curtains almost as soon as he changed and said goodnight. Remus changed into his sleep pants and watched out of the corner of his eye as James grabbed his towel and shampoo so he could take a shower. Sirius had settled onto his bed, a book open on his lap as his fingers subconsciously picked at the edge of his ratty sleep shirt.

           When the bathroom door clicked shut and locked, Remus went around his bed to sit on Sirius’. Remus closed the curtains, quickly setting a silencing charm, all the while ignoring Sirius’ look. His book was now closed, hands tucked under his thighs.

           They sat across from each other, Remus at the foot with Sirius’ back against the headboard, neither willing to break the silence. Sirius fidgeted. Remus’ fingers twitched.

           “So, what’s up?” Sirius finally asked.

           Remus didn’t respond right away.

           “Sirius…”

           Sirius frowned.

           “We’ve talked before. I know it’s hard-”

           “Fucking hell, Remus, not this again-”

           “Sirius Black!” he hissed out, causing the other to freeze. “I wish more than anyone that I could help you, but there is nothing either one of us can do. You are hurting yourself and I can’t just sit and watch.”

           “I’m fine Moony, do I look like I’m hurting?” he asked, trying to brush off Remus. Like the last time. And the time before that.

           “James is not gay Sirius. He isn’t now and he isn’t going to be. He has had a crush on Lily for years. He asks her out at least once a week. He calls you his brother in everything but blood- and even then his mother is your aunt! You need to-”

           “I need to what Remus?” Sirius finally cut him off, expression filling with anguish and the knowledge of how unfair it all was. “What do you want me to do? Bury my feelings until I’m choking? Give up and move on? Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless. What I feel is, is,” but he stopped, teeth clenching.

           “What you feel is real. I have never doubted that Sirius, and I never will. James wouldn’t either. But, you also know he won’t return your feelings. Even if he wants to, he won’t. He can’t.”

           Sirius opened his mouth to argue, like he always did. He didn’t speak, like he had begun to do. He cried, like he never had. His body racked with sobs, face going a splotchy red as tears dripped down his cheeks to his chin, hands going up to tug at his ever growing hair.

           “I know, and it isn’t fair,” he choked out. Remus didn’t say anything more, not yet. He only shifted, and Sirius threw himself at Remus without a verbal invitation.

           Remus' shoulder grew damp as Sirius gripped the back of his shirt, tears soaking into the fabric. Remus reached up to rub his back, straighten his hair, something, but the curtain on the bed shifted. Someone was knocking. Most likely James.

           Sirius sat up when Remus gave his shoulder a squeeze. They separated, Sirius’ face seeming to pale in the low light. The curtain moved again.

           Remus climbed out the other side and Sirius shut the curtains without needing any prompting. James’ head popped over the end of the bed, hair wet with a devious smile. He took in Remus’ rumpled shirt and the fact that Sirius wasn’t coming out as something else.

           “Ha!” he exclaimed, pausing dramatically to point a finger directly in between Remus’ eyes, “I always knew there was something.”

           Remus spluttered.

           “What?”

           “What do you mean what? You two would make a cute couple. Shit, if I swung that way, maybe we could all do some kinky stuff. I bet Sirius is totally into bondage,” James spoke as if it was an everyday occurrence, not a worry in his world. Remus swallowed, then let out a laugh.

           “We’re not a couple Prongs. Quit joking around and go to bed. We have potions first thing tomorrow.”

           James made a face before taking a running leap at his own bed. He left one curtain open, leg swinging over the side, as he finally settled down for bed. Remus didn’t stand around to watch however. He closed both of his curtains like Sirius and Peter, laying flat out on his back, heart pounding away in his chest.

           He and Sirius weren’t a couple.

           Sirius didn’t like Remus that way.

           Remus let out a breath, not quite a sigh, as he let an arm come to rest over his eyes. His fist clenched. He bit his lip.

           “Fuck.”

           Love sucked.

[pt. ii; late]

           “I’ll see you next week Remus.”

           “Stay safe Tonks.”

           Tonks snorted, as if Voldemort wasn’t back and Remus’ worries were just that, worries. Unfounded and ridiculous. She only smiled, a softer look than her usual glee filled smirk, before she walked outside and apparated away. Many of the Order members followed her out, going their separate ways to continue on as if nothing was amiss.

           Sure, they talked about Voldemort during meetings. For the rest of the time, it was like playing a game of who could avoid the topic the most. Which, hey, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. If the only thing any of them talked about was Voldemort then it would get extremely depressing, and fast. Still, Remus couldn’t help but feeling hypocritical. (Even if it was only slightly so.)

           Hogwarts had been in session for a little under a month. Harry’s trial had gone okay(ish), Delores Umbridge had been appointed the DADA teacher, Sirius was growing restless cooped up in the house he swore he would never step foot in again, and Kreacher had only sneered at Remus twice that day. All in all, nothing was too bad, but nothing was all that good either.

           Remus repressed the urge to sigh, as he was prone to do, as he made his way back into the kitchen. Miss Black’s portrait stayed silent. The floorboards creaked with each step he took. The kitchen door was still propped open, and Sirius sat at one end of the long table in silence.

           Remus sat down across from him, not know what to say, or if he should even say anything. Sirius was worried. Worried about Britain’s affairs. About what he was going to do. About Harry, who needed all the help he could get.

           Sirius’ eyes were rather blank. They usually were now, unless he was directly engaged in a conversation. Even then, it took something significant. His whole expression, no, his entire self had lit up when Harry had been present. He would grin crookedly at Snape when they got into (childish) arguments. He would smile every time Remus returned from a mission away.

           Sirius shifted. His hunched over, haunted posture straightened out as he placed his hands on top of the table silently. He looked at Remus, swallowed, then looked away. Nothing was said for a few more minutes. Remus was content with quiet company after, well, everything. He knew Sirius felt the same way.

           “Do you think you could fall back in love with me?”

           It was spoken out of the blue. Remus didn’t, couldn’t, respond. Sirius was meeting Remus’ gaze, eyes ablaze and wild. Feral. Something else entirely.

           “I understand if you couldn’t, you know; I never even bothered to try to return your feelings or see if there could ever be an us during school when-” but he didn’t finish. He didn’t need to.

           ‘When James was alive’ could always, and would always, be left unsaid.

           “I think he always thought we’d be good together, that we understood each other. But, Dora really likes you, even if you don’t want to see it, so,” and he finally let the conversation trail off.

           Remus didn’t think he was breathing.

           “I’ve been thinking, and I remember how you used to look at me. It was just like how I pinned after James for years- Godric, I was a dick. I never even noticed. But you’d get this warmth in your eyes and this tone in your voice sometimes, and it was beautiful Remus.”

           Remus’ gaze was glued to the table, eyes unblinking.

           “You were, are, beautiful. And, I never even noticed or thought about it until all of our lives went to shit. You just, you’re, you deserve so much. This is stupid. I’m sorry,” Sirius finally cut himself off, moving to stand and most likely leave the room.

           Remus shot his hand out, grabbing onto the cuff of Sirius’ robes. Sirius stilled, looking down at Remus’ hand with confusion. Some hope. Remus didn’t know what he was doing, what he was supposed to say.

           “I…”

           Sirius’ hand curled into a loose fist.

           “I don’t think I ever could in good conscience.”

           Quickly, hope was replaced. Resigned expectedness, acceptance, devastation.

           “I thought you betrayed them for over a decade. I thought, no, I knew that you would never love me like you loved James Potter. And now, after everything we’ve gone through and everything else that is going on, it wouldn’t be right.”

           Sirius jerkily nodded, swallowing again, “That’s understandable.”

           “But, Sirius, I never want you to think I don’t think the world of you.”

           He only let a half formed smile onto his face, somber and understanding. He took Remus’ hand, which had still hung loosely on his cuff, to card their fingers together.

           “I know.”

           Remus felt relief. Then surprise.

           Sirius pulled him up, too quickly to stop anything, and kissed him. It wasn’t long, only a few seconds with the press of lips on lips. Sirius’ were chapped, thin on the bottom, and gentle. He let Remus’ hand go as soon as he pulled back before walking out of the room, not saying another word.

           Remus remained standing for an unknown time, his fingers coming up to touch his mouth with cloudy eyes.

           ‘You two would make a cute couple.’

           “Oh Sirius.”

           He slumped back down into his seat, putting his head in his hands with swimming thoughts and a churning stomach.

           ‘You deserve so much.’

           “So do you.”

#jirius #prongsfoot #wolfstar #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #James Potter #all tagged pairings are unrequited and I'm honestly sorry. this fic is depressing tbh #even so #these were interesting to write tbh!! like. wowie #please read/reblog if you can!!! tysm #fikcja #hp: Sirius #hp: Remus #hp: James

[likeawildthing]

Can you please write a lil something about drunk marauders + Lily? With a little jily and wolfstar if it fits? ❤

this is probably, like, not what you had in mind, but here you go babe:

sixth year, may. 

another attack.

at least they think it’s another attack.

the prophet is shit on a good day, and this morning is no exception. nothing. a fifth year gryffindor girl was pulled out of school the day before, though, so the whispers are rampant.

the whispers grow all day, and even after james has tried to distract himself with his broomstick, and chess, and the match, he jumps when the evening prophet owl taps at the common room window.

he flips to page 7. the obits.

always look in the obituaries, that’s what they’ve learned. (the evening prophet didn’t even used to run them, but there are too many, any more, to keep them limited to one edition.)

and, yeah. seven people, all from the same town. two families. no cause of death mentioned, 

but they know.

the worst part is–aside from the girl’s parents, and her younger brother–is her older brother.

because they know him. he was three years above them. former prefect. decent bloke. he and james played quidditch together. he’s waving at them, oblivious and unknowing. cheerful. it’s perverse. 

it makes james want to throw up. he runs upstairs to grab ogden’s instead. reckless, but who’s going to stop him?

lily’s not stupid. she saw the prophet come, and the boys pale. 

it’s not like she’s been dropping any eaves, but they weren’t exactly quiet about it, were they?

and lily wants to throw up, because she knew it was another attack. she knew it the moment mcgonagall had her fetch sarah from her potions class. 

and sarah knew, too. that walk to mcgonagall’s office was the worst she’s ever had to endure.

she’s tutored sarah in charms for the entire term, and her entire family is gone. what will happen to her now?

she watches potter return with an ogden’s-shaped-bottle stuffed not so discretely under a crumpled copy of transfiguration today.

they make eye contact, and he raises his chin, defiant. 

like she’s going to report him? when has she ever?

she mimes taking a swig.

it’s not her place, right? to intrude. but it looks, frankly, damn appealing. rude to drink in the common room and not share.

lily doesn’t even say anything to her mates, she just crosses the common room and plops down next to peter on the sofa.

her mates, though, who have either pretended not to watch this entire thing unfold, or shamelessly watched it with rapt fascination, follow closely behind.

sirius produces mugs from nowhere, the bastard, making a loud, unsubtle comment about hot choclate for all. and remus, the bastard, fills their mugs nearly to overflowing with some brilliant refilling charm. and potter, the bastard, charms each of their mugs to actually look like hot chocolate. peter adds marshmallows and steam. for affect, he says. the bastard.

how often have they done this?

it doesn’t matter, because lily can’t get sarah’s face out of her head, or her chattering voice, or her brilliant smile with slightly crooked teeth. 

lily wonders about her dog, who she mentioned in every lesson, and her little sister, who constantly rummages through sarah’s things, and whether sarah will be beating herself up for every tirade she’d ever given about her little sister, or if she’ll ever smile that brilliant little smile again.

it’s her brother’s smile. lily sees him smiling up from the prophet.

her dad’s smile, too.

and james potter reaches over from his armchair and steadies her hand. she’d been shaking so hard it was sloshing on the armrest.

she smiles weakly. 

drink, evans.

cheers, she says, and they clink mugs, and down them in one gulp.

not one gulp, because who could actually do that?

but they keep refilled, and that’s what matters.

i am scared to go home.

lily is the first to admit it, but everyone echoes the sentiment. all of them. even james. he’s not saying it to soothe her.

he means it. he’s scared, too.

what the fuck are we going to do? dorcas asks.

and no one knows the answer to that, but remus mutters something and their drinks refill again.

lily starts tellling them about sarah. her family, and the dog, and the little sister. james fills in the blanks with anectodes about the brother. david.

david.

lily had been trying to remember his name all damned day, and it was absurd that she should know it–she never even talked to him, except once in her first week when she’d gotten hopelessly lost and he’d helped her find her class–but she’d been beating herself up about it all day.

his name was david and he was sarah’s older brother and he loved treacle tart and he was a decent flyer and his broomstick’s name was jezebel.

it doesn’t take it away, talking about all of this, but there’s something cathartic about it. giving voice to them. more than a shit obituary.

lily’s gran told her, once, that people died twice. once, when they breathed their last. second, when their name was spoken out loud for the last time. she says this to her friends, and then she reads: diedra wallace. the mother. and michael wallace, sarah’s father.

she starts to say isabel, but she gets stuck. dorcas says it for her.

james says david’s name. his middle name isn’t printed in the obit, but james knew it, apparently. andrew.

dorcas reads a little blurb about sarah, that she’s going to go live with relatives. the location isn’t printed. obviously.

lily remembers something about a muggle aunt, just outside london. she always gave sarah spending money for school, even though it was a world she could never see or be a part of.

will she be back at school? maybe that’s for the best if she isn’t.

they speculate, then, about whether she’ll come back, and what they’ll do that summer, and next year, and after.

no one has an answer, but james says something, and he buries the rest of the word in his cup.

they fall silent.

and it might be the light, or the three mugs of whisky she’s had, or the resolve in his voice. probably all of it.

but realizes she adores this boy, really and truly.

or that she wouldn’t mind adoring him.

something.

nothing else happens that night. the something summed up what they all felt, and what else was there to say?

no one might report them for drinking something questionable in the common room, but their arses will definitely be in hot water if they all show up hungover to class tomorrow, so they have one last toast to the wallaces and head to bed.

#jily #my hp headcanons #james potter #lily (evans) potter #hogwarts '78

[coffeecupandteatime]

Jagerbomb’s Mini Review #3!

Welcome to the glory of watching Jagerbomb lose his shit!

ʕಠᴥಠʔ Sorry for the wait everyone, I’ve been pretty busy. Also, if you guys know of any bad short fanfics, let me know! I’ll try to review those as well!

-rubs temples- This is going to sooooo enjoyable!

Note: I’ll do the first chapters for these types of reviews, mainly to save time and my sanity. Also, because finding the stories again is a pain in the ass.

 Harriet Potter leaves the Wizarding world behind, starting a new life in the Elemental Nations. Seeing how neglected little Naruto is, she takes him in and helps him out. UzumakiHarry! FemHarry! Slight Weasley/Hermione bashing! Possible parings with Itachi, Iruka, Genma, & Kakashi.

Female Harry?… Ooooooookay then!  ʕ.ᴥ.ʔ I can already tell I’m going to enjoy this.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not Harry Potter, not Naruto, not anything else I might mention.

ʕಠᴥಠʔ Well, we can kinda tell you don’t own either, or else they would be shitfests.

Note: I have no Beta and edit everything myself, so if I made a mistake somewhere kindly point it out. I usually write on my phone and edit at 2am so I tend to miss things.

Hmm, well since you told us this beforehand, I can be a littler nicer.  ʕ0ᴥ0ʔ But mark my words, that doesn’t mean much with me.

Leaving the Wizarding World

And diving straight into the trashcan.

Harriet screamed and woke up a sweaty mess, the dreams were getting worse.

Like my need to drink right now.

Eerie morning light filtered through the ratty curtains and she flopped back onto the mattress in irritation. It was much earlier than she had intended to wake up but she was unable to fall asleep again, nightmares would do that to a person.

Wanna get some sleep, kid? Try chugging a bottle of Smirnoff, you’ll go right the fuck to sleep, trust the bear. ʕಠᴥ~ʔ

She sluggishly walked to the bathroom, shuddering at the coldness of the house, before turning on the tap and splashing her face with water.

Is the water hot? Warm? Cold? Why the hell is she splashing water on her face in a cold house?? ANSWER ME!  ʕಠ益ಠʔ

Checking herself out in the mirror, she felt a surge of triumph that she had finally taken corrective measures for her eyes. She no longer had to wear those hideous ill-fitting glasses that she grew up with, without them her emerald eyes shone brightly.

ʕ°ᴥ°ʔ Even though those round ass glasses are pretty important to Harry as a character. You suuuuure this is just a genderbend and NOT an OC?

Her aunt had always taken vindictive pleasure in making her look ugly. Harriet supposed she was taking on all the animosity her Aunt felt toward Lily. Harriet was starved for years, making sure she never measured up to her voluptuous perfect ten of a mother.

I don’t know there, Lily wasn’t exactly a ten… Or voluptuous...

Aunt Petunia also forced Harriet to keep her red tresses cropped short. The more it stuck up like an untidy boy's hair, the happier that vile woman had been. Due to her

Okay, why is her hair red instead of black? I get it’s female Harry, but with red hair it sounds more like his made up sister then Harry himself...

horrendous nest of hair and those vile glasses, her looks were often compared to James' instead of Lily's, even if she had her mother's coloring. Before leaving Hogwarts for the summer, Harriet would chop off her hair till it was as short as the beginning of the year. She had no choice, if the Dursley's had known she let her hair grow during the school year they would have beaten her savagely.

Whoa whoa whoa! Whoa! When the hell did the Dursley’s even fucking beat Harry? What the hell with people making the Dursley’s beat Harry and the village attack Naruto?! What the fuck people! ʕ╯ಠ益ಠʔ╯︵ ┻━┻

She learned to choose her battles carefully once she realized no one would be coming to save her.

-Deep breath slow exhale-.....I’m going to assume this author hates Ron and Hermione.

Harriet raised herself, she could live just fine on her own. She knew how to ration food and mange hunger, how to find a quick hiding place, how to keep secrets, and when to run away.

.,. You spelt manage wrong there buddy.

She learned early on to fear adults

Something no child should learn. Fuck oooooooff.

and had come to expect it, but it wasn't until she met Albus Dumbledore that she was exposed to ruthless manipulations.

Okay, been awhile since I read or watched HP, but why the hell is Albus always a manipulative CUCKOLD in these stories!? WHAT THE HELL!?!

Harriet shook off the feelings that came with letting herself dwell on the dead wizard, and shivered as she got dressed for the day. Today was important. Today she was finally going to do something about the gradual feelings she had been having. Ever since she had destroyed the horcrux in her scar, she no longer felt like she belonged in this world and it was an extremely troubling feeling.

This author has successfully said “Fuck canon!” \ʕ◕0◕ʔ/ WOO!

For the last five years, following the end of the wizarding war, Harriet Potter had been having dreams about the Veil of Death in the Department of Mysteries.

Didn’t you call them nightmares before? Also she’s been like this for FIVE YEARS and is just NOW doing something about it? Alright, pouring a drink.

Make Jager drink +1!

She could still remember the whispers that had called out to her the day Sirius had fallen through, they haunted her dreams. She would often wake up in the middle of the night in tears, her soul filled with a desperate longing to see the other side.

The other side of the Veil or of the bottle when it’s empty?

She knew it was some sort of gateway, the dreams told her that much.

Listen to your dreams kid! Even if they lead to certain death! \ʕ◕0◕ʔ/

The whispers in her dreams became clearer recently and talked about other worlds, new life, and a fresh start. Five years of the same dream and she'd finally given in, the voices had lured her in, and she was going through the veil to find peace.

I hope peace is where poorly genderbent *coughs*OCS*coughs* characters go when their unwanted.

She bitterly recalled the night she finally decided to finally act, it had been a couple months ago on her twenty-second birthday. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny had been visiting her for her birthday. Hermione, as usual, had been lecturing her about her lack of public appearances and was subtly trying to steer her towards going on a date with Percy Weasely, who was still a pompous ponce, when Ron apparently had enough.

Yep! Harry’s already genderbent, let’s throw in some OOCness for the others!

OOC Syndrome is wherever I go. ʕ;-;ʔ

"Look mate, it's not like you've much of a choice anyway. Dumbledore signed a marriage contract-

What in the ever living fuck in the bowels of hel-

Make Jager drink +1!

That’s 2! TWO!

-between you two while he was your magical guardian, so I reckon it's still binding. Percy's been waiting patiently for you, giving you time while he concentrated on his career. He'd hoped that by now you'd grow up a little and at least let him take you out." said Ron coldly.

Why do people INSIST on making Ron the biggest asshole alive?

Absolutely shocked over what she just heard-

You’re not the only one, hun. ʕಠᴥಠʔ

, it took Harriet a moment to compose herself while turning toward Ginny. "Is he serious? Your parents and Dumbledore secretly signed this marriage contract?"

Something's telling me it wasn’t a secret. Also what’s the reason for said marriage…?

"Not secretly," Ginny rolled her eyes. "Everyone knew about it. I thought you did too, why else did you never date anybody? Why do you think Order members always look at Percy and ask his opinion on matters concerning you? We never thought Dumbledore wouldn't tell you."

How the hell did she not hear about this? AUTHOR EXPLAIN!

"Right. Not a secret, but somehow I never got wind of it. It never came up...in the past twelve years?" Harriet said evenly, but the books on the shelves were beginning to shake.

TWELVE YEARS!? Was ‘Harriet’ living under a goddamn ROCK!?

They all looked slightly alarmed at that, and Hermione made the mistake of meeting her eyes. Harriet had become a fairly accomplished legilimens.

ʕ◕0◕ʔ The fuck is that? 

After her crap occlumency skills had gotten Sirius killed, she tried to hone the skill but was only mediocre at it.

For once the main character isn’t good at something that killed a relative.

Legilimency was where she shone, she was a natural at it and it was easy to become even greater than Snape. So when Hermione looked at her in alarm, Harriet saw everything.

Sooooo Legilimency is basically “LOOK INTO MY EYES CHILD AND TELL ME EVERYTHING!”? The hell is this, an anime?

She saw conniving whispers and conspiracy in the depths of her eyes. She had enough, Merlin's sake, Hermione knew, and she wasn't even a Weasley. They hadn't bothered to warn her, they were no friends of hers.

I get it’s magic, but how can you see all that with a simple glance in the eyes? ʕ-,-ʔ I’m calling laziness of Rowling's part.

Her green eyes hardened. "I'll speak to a Goblin about this situation, but you should know that a marriage is not happening. I'll see Percy dead before I risk my magic, and if I find anyone tampering with my future, I will end them. Now get out."

Again, this ‘Harriet’ shouts more ‘OC’ than ‘Genderbend”.

The lying trio eyed each other anxiously, they had seen glimpses of Harriet's ruthlessness during the war, but it was frightening to have it focused on them. Her usual friendly attitude had been replaced by an icy focus. Ginny warily nodded at Harriet and headed for the front door, Ron trailing after her, but Hermione hesitated. She reached toward the green eyed girl, but Harriet flinched away. Hermione sighed and said, "Harriet, don't make a mistake. You're practically a Weasley already, this would only make it legal. Besides, Percy is very responsible. You could use somebody like that, I can't always be there to-"

Annnnnnnd here’s the OOCness for Hermione.

Harriet wanted to rant at her when all at once, her anger left her, leaving her nothing but cold amusement.

So is this Harry or ‘Harriet’ or just  pure OOCness?

Hermione didn't know it but she had just give Harriet the sign she had been waiting for. She had been iffy on acting upon her dreams, but this was the final straw.

If you need more straws, I got some left over from a wicked party last-Oh, wrong kinda straw.  ʕ.,.ʔ Whoops.

"Always be there?" she answered mockingly. "You and Ron ditched me often enough. Luna was the one who was always there, till the very end. You and Ron abandoned me when I was hunting for horcruxes. I was alone, injured, wandless and-"

Yes, my child, let it all out.

Hermione puffed up like a toad,

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH! THAT LEGITIMATELY MADE ME LAUGH!

reminding her of Umbridge for one hilarious moment, before letting out an aggravated huff. "I thought you were over that!"

.,. How the hell is ANYONE gonna forget shit like that?

Make Jager drink +2

THAT’S FOUR! FOUR!!

In a soft, cold voice she whispered, "I will never 'get over that'. You were never there when it counted. You and Ron would take the first couple of steps with me, but always gave up when things got complicated. Hell, the only reason you two and Ginny stuck around for the Department of Mysteries fiasco was because you didn't want to get shown up by Luna and Neville."

I love Luna and Neville, <3

Hermione scowled, but didn't disagree. "You know," she said haughtily, "I don't know what's happened to you. If you don't get your act together and stop being so moody, you won't have any friends left."

Letting out a bitter laugh, the dark-haired

But earlier you said her hair was red….CONSISTANCY AUTHOR! LEARN IT!

girl stared at Hermione with grim finality and a touch of sadness. "My true friends died during the Final Battle, fighting for what they believed in. You're just a cheap replacement."

All my friends are deeead! All my friends a dead! 

Was that too soon? ʕ° ͟ل͜ ͡°ʔ

Finally done reminiscing, Harriet pulled her hair up in a high bun. Today she was leaving. She felt a tingle of excitement as she quickly dressed herself in inconspicuous clothes. She had planned and prepared for this, but knew that chance played a role in all her adventures. The odds were against her, but she had won against them before.

She was a independent black woman now.

Harriet had prepared nearly everything well in advance. She gazed speculatively at the vial of Felix Felicis that had been 'bought' from Draco Malfoy.

Don’t be a sex thing, don’t be stealing, don’t be some cheap friendship crap.

He had earned his potions mastery after the war and became a friend.

FUCK!  ʕಠ益ಠʔ

Draco had given her the liquid luck in exchange for Grimmauld Place, who he was going to gift to his mother. Draco and Daphne were about to become the richest family in Britain, she was leaving all her wealth to them as a surprise for being the only people she had left.

…..What. In. The. FUCK!?

 Make Jager drink +10!

FOURTEEN MOTHERFUCKER! FOURTEEN!

With a sense of awe, she opened the vial and drained the golden potion to the last drop, smiling triumphantly as she felt the magic flow through her.

So liquid luck. Is that like a drug or some kinda Irish brew? Cos I’ll take some!

The witch entered the atrium of the Ministry, making herself invisible with her handy dandy cloak.

“I got my handy dandy notebook!” Harriet said as a blue dog appears.

Harriet thought she would at least feel nostalgic as she looked about this world for the last time, but she felt nothing but desperation to get away. She detested her place in the wizarding community, where she was alternately hated and glorified on the whims of the sheeple.

Hated? Glorified I could understand, but hated? What did Harry/Whoever the fuck this is, do to deserve that.

When she approached the Veil that had swallowed up her godfather, she didn't feel the same heartbreak she had experienced in its presence before.

FEELINGS ARE FOR THE WEAK!

Instead she eyed the archway speculatively. What world was she going to go to?

The reader’s already know that answer, they had to rifle through fanfictions to find this thing. ʕಠᴥಠʔ

Did Sirius go to the same one? Did time run differently there, was she going to be able to see him? The possibilities were limitless. Or maybe she would die like everyone else thought happened? However, Harriet had always trusted her instincts, so she took a deep breath, and stepped through the Veil.

Lesson of the story kids: ALWAYS trust your instincts when they tell you to jump into a weird ass portal! FOR ADVENTURE!

Up next: Harry meets Death and an old friend!

Welp we’ll never know since I ain’t revisiting.

Question: What should Harry's name in Naruto be? When you review, drop a name and tell me why! I'm partial to Hikari (light) and Misaki (beautiful blossom)

ʕ.,.ʔ Wot.

Conclusion!

3.5/10 for trying.

Anyways! That was… Fuck, can’t remember the title, I made this file a long time ago, Uh. I should really start writing down the stories I review… Anyways, it wasn’t bad nor good, it was okay. I don’t see the reasoning for making Harry female and OOC, or the rest of the characters OOC, other than to have a reason for ‘her’ to go to the Naruto World.

#harry potter #Naruto #Jagerbomb fun time #mini review #sporking #I need a drink

[lesbijkas]

“Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless.” w/ Sirius maybe????? ty dude

pairing: none, unrequited feelings; Sirius-centric

word count: 952

send in a prompt and I’ll write a fic!

Remus sighed. It was inaudible, and his face wasbehind his arms, so no one could tell he had sighed, but he sighed nonetheless.He watched as Sirius watched James, who was watching Lily, who was reading inone of the overstuffed chairs in a light grey sweater that Snape had gifted herthe previous year. She was probably studying for their OWLs, which Remus hadbeen trying to do, but the air was too palpable with longing to get anythingdone.

How Lily hadn’t noticed and wacked James over thehead with her book was a mystery. Peter gave him an answer in the form of asoft snore, cheek crushed up against the table they were studying at. Were supposed to be studying at.

Merlin, love sucked.

Remus sighed again.

Eventually, the fire dimmed. Students stated walkingup to their dorms. Remus nudged Peter awake. James snapped out of his blinklessgazing when Lily snapped her book shut before walking towards the girls’ dormitory.Sirius blinked once, then twice, quickly looking down to his mostly blankparchment.

They trudged upstairs together. Peter closed hiscurtains almost as soon as he changed and said goodnight. Remus changed intohis sleep pants and watched out of the corner of his eye as James grabbed histowel and shampoo so he could take a shower. Sirius had settled onto his bed, abook open on his lap as his fingers subconsciously picked at the edge of hisratty sleep shirt.

When the bathroom door clicked shut and locked,Remus went around his bed to sit on Sirius’. Remus closed the curtains, quicklysetting a silencing charm, all the while ignoring Sirius’ look. His book wasnow closed, hands tucked under his thighs.

They sat across from each other, Remus at the footwith Sirius’ back against the headboard, neither willing to break the silence.Sirius fidgeted. Remus’ fingers twitched.

“So, what’s up?” Sirius finally asked.

Remus didn’t respond right away.

“Sirius…”

Sirius frowned.

“We’ve talked before. I know it’s hard-”

“Fucking hell, Remus, not this again-”

“Sirius Black!” he hissed out, causing the other tofreeze. “I wish more than anyone that I could help you, but there is nothingeither one of us can do. You are hurting yourself and I can’t just sit andwatch.”

“I’m fine Moony, do I look like I’m hurting?” heasked, trying to brush off Remus. Like the last time. And the time before that.

“James is not gay Sirius. He isn’t now and he isn’tgoing to be. He has had a crush on Lily for years. He asks her out at leastonce a week. He calls you his brother in everything but blood- and even thenhis mother is your aunt! You need to-”

“I need to whatRemus?” Sirius finally cut him off, expression filling with anguish and theknowledge of how unfair it all was. “What do you want me to do? Bury myfeelings until I’m choking? Give up and move on? Don’t tell me to give up likeeverything is meaningless. What I feel is, is,” but he stopped, teethclenching.

“What you feel is real. I’ve never doubted thatSirius, and I never will. James wouldn’t either. But, you also know he won’treturn your feelings. Even if he wants to, he won’t. He can’t.”

Sirius opened his mouth to argue, like he alwaysdid. He didn’t speak, like he had begun to do. He cried, like he never had. Hisbody racked with sobs, face going a splotchy red as tears dripped down hischeeks to his chin, hands going up to tug at his ever growing hair.

“I know, and it isn’t fair,” he choked out. Remus didn’t say anything more, not yet. Heonly shifted, and Sirius threw himself at Remus without a verbal invitation.

Remus shoulder grew damp as Sirius gripped the backof his shirt, tears soaking into the fabric. Remus reached up to rub his back,straighten his hair, something, but the curtain on the bed shifted. Someone wasknocking. Most likely James.

Sirius sat up when Remus gave his shoulder asqueeze. They separated, Sirius’ face seeming to pale in the low light. Thecurtain moved again.

Remus climbed out the other side and Sirius shut thecurtains without needing any prompting. James’ head popped over the end of thebed, hair wet with a devious smile. He took in Remus’ rumpled shirt and thefact that Sirius wasn’t coming out as something else.

“Ha!” he exclaimed, pausing dramatically to point afinger directly in between Remus’ eyes, “I always knew there was something.”

Remus spluttered.

“What?”

“What do you mean what? You two would make a cutecouple. Shit, if I swung that way, maybe we could all do some kinky stuff. Ibet Sirius is totally into bondage,” James spoke as if it was an everyday occurrence,not a worry in his world. Remus swallowed, then let out a laugh.

“We’re not a couple Prongs. Quit joking around andgo to bed. We have potions first thing tomorrow.”

James made a face before taking a running leap athis own bed. He left one curtain open, leg swinging over the side, as hefinally settled down for bed. Remus didn’t stand around to watch however. Heclosed both of his curtains, like Sirius and Peter, laying flat out on his back,heart pounding away in his chest.

He and Sirius weren’ta couple.

Sirius didn’t like Remus that way.

He let out a breath, not quite a sigh, as he letan arm come to rest over his eyes. His fist clenched. He bit his lip.

“Fuck.”

Love sucked.

#jirius #prongsfoot #(it's the unrequited one sorry lmao///) #Sirius Black #James Potter #Remus Lupin #hp #fikcja #these are fucking sad like. #I realize that is the point of the prompts #but fuck. #hp: Sirius #hp: James #hp: Remus #whomst?