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unspeakable3 · 3 years

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hufflepuff!regulus

at first he thinks the hat + his sorting is some sort of massive practical joke that sirius has somehow managed to pull off

when he realises it’s legit he wants to die

like he just sits there on the stool and is like please kill me, o sentient hat. please devour me with your leathery maw so i never have to deal with the consequences of your terrible, terrible decision

but mcgonagall whips the hat off him and shoves him towards the hufflepuff table and he just. wants. to. die.

the entire great hall is silent. they lived through sirius’s unusual sorting the year before, they know what was expected of regulus

narcissa is over at the slytherins in disbelief. some snotty kid dares to make a snarky comment and she stabs him in the back of the hand with her fork

sirius is delighted. he thinks it’s the best thing that’s ever happened. he’s constantly transfiguring things into tiny badgers and leaving them for regulus to find - in his schoolbag, on his desk, in his shoes, somehow even in his bed

walburga and orion are… less happy. they can’t decide if hufflepuff or gryffindor is the more humiliating house for their sons. walburga goes into self-isolation, refusing all invitations from other pureblood witches to tea, unable to face the gossip. she lies dramatically across the furniture and sighs a lot

orion starts a smear campaign about how dumbledore is controlling the minds of an entire generation of children through an ancient sentient hat comprised of unstable and unregulated magic. it doesn’t get much traction

regulus doesn’t sleep for a fortnight. he’s terrified of everything in hufflepuff - he doesn’t want to touch anything in case a mudblood has touched it before him, he doesn’t want to talk to anyone in case they’re a mudblood out to seduce him as the mudblood seduced his ex-cousin, he’s scared to close his eyes in case the mudbloods try to suffocate him and steal his blood in his sleep

but hufflepuffs are nothing if not persistent, and gradually wear him down. one day he accidentally addresses a mudblood and doesn’t burst into flames afterwards. he begins to think that maybe the stories he was told as a child weren’t entirely true

he doesn’t have time to get jealous and upset about sirius’s friendship with james and the other gryffindor boys, because his own housemates are always there, all the time, and refuse to allow him to feel lonely or upset or to wallow in his own self-pity

he doesn’t become friends with the marauders, but he tolerates them for sirius’s sake.

(he quite likes remus, though he won’t admit it to anybody, least of all sirius)

sirius, now that he has an ally at grimmauld place, doesn’t leave home. he and the hufflepuffs work on improving regulus’s self-confidence to the extent that even he stands up to their parents one dinner (surprising everyone in the process, himself most of all)

he’s much better than sirius at trying to persuade their parents’ minds on the topic of purebloods - he has logic and research and evidence with which to backup his arguments while sirius merely has the volume of his voice - but they are old and traditional and don’t really understand, or care to understand, what the youths are up to

regulus isn’t persuaded to join the death eaters, because he has no reason to. he doesn’t need to prove himself, he doesn’t need to ‘fix’ his family, he doesn’t need to give in to peer pressure. he’s happy.

he doesn’t join the order, though. he’s not an idiot. instead, when sirius abdicates in favour of chasing after their more evil family members, regulus takes over the duties of heir. he guides the family well, stops funnelling money into voldemort’s cause, and campaigns for better treatment of all the family’s house-elves

(when he’s older and wiser and has more time, he will extend this campaign to all elves in the country)

he does, however, assist the order. he has gold and he has connections and there are many houses and cottages on the black estates which can be used as safe houses whenever necessary

he keeps in close contact with narcissa and, when she comes to him tearful and scared one day, when lucius has given their house-elf to the dark lord even though she’d told him that she was pregnant with their first child and told him that they needed to focus on their family, not the dark lord’s whims, he agrees to help her

he tells sirius, who tells james, who tells lily. they all tell dumbledore together.

narcissa manages to get the house-elf, dobby, to dumbledore. through careful questioning, dumbledore works out that the locket that dobby had helped to hide must have been a horcrux. retrieving this, and locating the other horcruxes, takes time

but regulus, suspicious of the way that sirius’s little friend peter seems to be very good at lying and sneaking and sowing mistrust, volunteers to be the potters’ secret keeper in sirius’s place and goes to live on a rural olive farm on the greek mountainside with kreacher until the war is over

without the events of hallowe’en 1981, the first war lasts longer and many more lives are lost. but the first war against voldemort is the only war against voldemort, and the dark lord is fully defeated a fortnight before young harry potter’s 11th birthday

harry and his best friend neville are waved off at the train station by all four of their parents, all three of their younger siblings, by their godfathers sirius and regulus black, and by regulus's best friend kreacher

(regulus never manages to persuade sirius to settle down with a nice witch and have a family of his own. and regulus has no intention of doing such a thing either. instead, he adopts three half-blood children whose parents were killed in the war and raises them as his own. he doesn’t name the eldest his heir, but tells the family that they will talk about such matters when the children come of age. and if none of them want the role, it doesn’t matter. he’ll find someone else. none of the family’s children will be forced into a life that they don’t wish to lead, ever again.)

#regulus black #hufflepuff regulus #the noble and most ancient house of black #harry potter au

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j-amespotter · 3 years

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★ the last great american dynasty - s. b.

“i had a marvelous time ruining everything.”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Muggle-born!Reader

x. x. x.

Summary: A one-shot diving into Sirius’s complicated relationship with Grimmauld Place and where the Muggle-born he falls for fits in.

Genre/Warnings: angst, emotional abuse, alcohol, language, mentions of death & war

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: so.. this is more of a character study on sirius & his dynamic with his family – i know this song is meant to be about a woman but it also screams sirius to me. i’m a sucker for romance so it’s a reader-insert. fun fact, i was almost done writing this when i realized i wanted it to be a wolfstar fic, but i was too lazy to change it, so just putting that out as a concept lol. let me know what you think & if you’d like me to tag you in future works!!

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When Sirius first showed signs of his rebellious nature, Walburga wasn’t worried. After all, many children were incapable of sitting still in large gatherings, mouthing off to their parents, or incessantly teasing their younger siblings. “He will be kept in good company. He will learn,” Walburga would say to her husband. He often exasperated her, but there was no denying her immense pride. Despite his antics, even at a young age, Sirius displayed impressive magical ability and had a commanding presence – excellent qualities for the heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

She worried only a little when he preferred to spend time with Andromeda, who was clearly becoming disillusioned with their family values, and Alphard, who Walburga believed was beginning to get a little too soft. Still, the Blacks were not raving lunatics. They were traditionalists, committed to upholding the high standards of Wizarding society. Sirius would not defy them, not when the weight of their bloodline rested on his shoulders, not when Regulus would never be able to stomach such responsibility.

On his first night at Hogwarts, Sirius didn't write home. It wasn’t until the morning after that Narcissa delivered the dreadful news to her mother. Walburga’s sister-in-law relished discussing this most recent embarrassment, as the family’s attention was now off her daughter’s courtship of a mudblood. Young Sirius, their direct heir, was sorted into the House of Muggle-lovers and blood traitors, into the House of Godric Gryffindor.

Blown apart by this development, Walburga turned to her younger son. She had no intention of repeating her mistakes and resolved to train him for the responsibility that should have belonged to her eldest. That way, if she was unable to correct Sirius’s behavior, she had back-up. Her legacy was secure.

During every subsequent holiday, she noticed that the damage was getting more-and-more irreversible. Sirius unabashedly consorted with infamous blood traitors and pathetic half-bloods. He seemed to dread seeing his family as much as she dreaded seeing how much of him she had lost. She tried; no one could say she didn’t. But she was too stern with him. He had inherited his flexibility, or lack thereof, from her. She pushed him too far away. Soon, he stopped returning home for Christmas. When he was sixteen, she spat at him as he closed the door to Number 12 Grimmauld Place one last time, without sparing her a final glance.

He never expected he would have to return. Offering up the property to the Order seemed like a good idea at the time – he hardly put any thought into it. That was how he made most of his decisions. His track record certainly proved so. When Remus didn’t have anywhere to stay, and neither did the newly-reformed Order of the Phoenix, Sirius knew that his family estate in London was not just their most ideal option, but also the only one they had.

He managed to enter undetected in his Animagus form with Remus. He had to hand it to fate – there were no extra security measures to keep him out. It was as if she anticipated his arrival. Swallowing, he absorbed his surroundings. Despite the eerie silence and decomposing furniture, it looked like an image straight from his memory. Sirius suddenly felt sixteen again.

What he did not expect to see, however, was a currently-sleeping life-sized portrait of Walburga Black in the hallway. Though now in his human form, Sirius growled inadvertently. She knew. She always knew that he would come back. She wanted to be there when he did. Unbelievable, he thought to himself.

Aware of Remus’s wary gaze on him, Sirius walked forward and began pulling on the frame. “Get off, you hag! Remus, help me get this off!”

Remus went to join his old friend in what seemed like a fruitless mission in his mind but came to an abrupt halt when the portrait, disturbed by her son’s grunts, awoke in a flash of fury. “Filth! Scum! Abomination of my flesh! You are no son of mine,” portrait-Walburga hissed.

“Shut up, just shut up!” He had not heard her voice since he was near a Dementor, reliving the worst of his teenage years. The visual made it much, much worse.

“Permanent Sticking Charm, it seems…” Remus said to appease his friend, pulling the withering velvet curtains over its towering frame with all his strength.

“This is torture,” sighed Sirius. “Maybe we can find another place.”

Remus refused to meet his eye. “For now, it is all we have, Sirius. If it was going to be a problem, you should not have offered it to Professor Dumbledore.”

Sirius frowned. “It’s all I’m able to do this time around. It’s not like I can go around trailing Death Eaters and infiltrating the Ministry with everyone else.”

“Hopefully, it’s only temporary,” assured Remus, though he was equally as uncertain about Sirius’s fate as a fugitive. “Try not to let this place get into your head, okay?”

Sirius Black was never good at keeping promises. He had three-and-a-half decades of evidence to back that up. In the weeks following, the Order settled in, consisting of many highly competent Aurors, half-a-dozen Weasleys, and an ex-Death Eater he could do without seeing. Sirius found himself never too far from alcohol, itching for more access. He longed to see Harry and to get away from his wretched house-elf, along with the constant, stinging reminder of his mother's existence.

But there was something else inside of him, something he couldn’t describe. It was an emotion that was egging him on. He felt it inside of him every time Kreacher muttered complaints about wandering red-headed blood traitor brats. It swirled in his stomach when his mother shouted scathing insults at the clumsy half-blood and filthy half-breed that took temporary refuge in the former pure-blood paradise.

Then she came.

She was new. She worked at the Ministry; many of his houseguests were incredibly fond of her. He recognized the innocence in her eyes. It was the same innocence that he had when he first joined the Order seventeen years earlier. It was the same innocence that differentiated every new member from every returning one – they had yet to see tragedy in its fullest form.

“Hello,” she greeted. She seemed strangely unperturbed by the fact that she was in the presence of an alleged mass murderer. “I’m (Y/N). I’ve been told this is your house. Thank you for playing host.”

“My pleasure,” responded Sirius. Involuntarily, he reached for her hand and kissed it. Suddenly, he became painfully aware of his hollowing cheeks, untamed hair, and liquor-infused breath.

She flushed slightly at the gesture. Black family habits die hard. Just because he chose to refrain from practicing them did not mean he had forgotten, nor did it mean that he wasn’t any good at them.

Walburga Black’s portrait watched her son fall in love with her. Sirius watched her watch him. There was no telling how she would react. Regulus was dead – it was up to him to preserve their family’s name and purity.

(Y/N) was witty and flirty and incredibly intelligent. He found himself feeling a decade younger as he enjoyed their banter and her overall easiness. Before long, she kissed him in his dimly-lit pantry, and he was too selfish to stop her. They would kiss in every corner of the house, hardly caring that anyone was watching, ignoring the ghosts living within the walls. For Sirius, (Y/N) was his greatest act of defiance. She was born to non-magic parents. As narrated by a disgruntled Kreacher to his now-helpless mistress, she was nothing but a “filthy mudblood.”

One night, weeks after the children departed for Hogwarts and the house was, as on most days, empty, he caught her staring at the Black family tapestry. Without making a sound, he inched behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Hello, beautiful,” he whispered, pressing a kiss on her shoulder. “Sickle for your thoughts?”

She leaned into him. As the days went on, she would tire easily. Still, she found happiness in Sirius as he did with her, and they both were old enough to know to reach for it in any capacity they got. “It’s nothing. It’s stupid. Let’s get to bed.”

“As much as I’m a fan of that idea,” he started with a smirk, “you look upset. Is it work? Fudge?”

“No, nothing like that.” Her fingers traced his blasted name on the wall. She looked thoughtful. “I’ve just… noticed something about you.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“The way you look at your mother.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Well, it’s no secret that I hate her. I hope that’s not off-putting. You’ve seen what she’s like – it was worse when she was alive. I promise I’m a gentleman in general circumstances… for the most part,” he added cheekily.

She smiled tightly. “No, I get it. It must be terrible for you, being back here.”

“It is,” he affirmed. “I’ve got you, though. You make me happier than anything, love.”

“That’s the thing,” she uttered as if it pained her. Sirius could stare at her fiery expression for days on end. To be on the receiving end was strange. “I can’t help but think that you’re only in love with me to spite her. Like your feelings aren’t love, they’re just a culmination of your hatred for her.”

It took Sirius an eternity to process what she just said. Realizing that he was not going to say anything, she continued. “Believe me, I know you hate it here. But at the same time, you look so… satisfied. You’re hosting a bunch of blood traitors, half-bloods, and a werewolf in this place that was once the pinnacle of blood purity. You’re providing a haven against the bloody Dark Lord. And worst of all, you’re with a mudblood.”

“Don’t call yourself that,” interrupted Sirius harshly.

“It’s the truth. If you weren’t in this position, would we even be together?”

“Of course,” said Sirius. To answer this question, he didn’t even have to think. “I love you because you’re you. You’re beautiful and smart and make me laugh until my stomach hurts. You’re so good with Harry and you can put anyone in their place. You make me feel new again… God, that’s fucking sappy, but it’s true. I indeed hate this place and I hate her but… but if I let her dictate my choices, even when she’s bloody dead, then she’s won. I don’t want her to win. If I was only with you for your blood status, then I would be no different from my mother.”

She stared up at him, her eyes betraying a wave of emotions. She reached up to kiss him, tangling her fingers in his hair. “Thank you for saying all of that. Just hold on for a little while, alright? Soon, we’ll be out of here. We can have our own house – you, me, and Harry.”

He smiled at her sadly. It seemed too unreachable of a goal to him at the moment. “By the beach?” “Wherever you’d like,” she answered, leading him to his bedroom, his only sanctuary in the horrible house.

As they made their way towards the stairs, Sirius glanced at the tapestry over his shoulder, at the seven generations of Blacks behind him. He gently squeezed (Y/N)’s hand. For the first time in his entire life, he felt the weight of carrying his name lift off him. He’d done his part to corrupt his bloodline. It was time for Sirius to focus on himself in a way that the shadows of his past never allowed him to, even in his schoolboy days with James. Being a Black was a part of who he was, and even a disowned Black deserved his long-overdue happiness.

Tagging: @strawberriesonsummer

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theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin · 4 years

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Yeah, so I read your HP headcanons/analysis and I found it really well put. I was wondering about your thoughts on Dumbledore and who he really was as a person. (It’s okay if you don’t really want to reply :> )

We’re just getting all up into The Carnivorous Muffin headcanon land, aren’t we?

Well, this one’s probably obvious to anyone who reads my work.

I fall on the manipulative Dumbledore side of things and then some. Dumbledore is not only a bastard man but is a raging misogynist and extremely classist (which is funny because I don’t see too many people calling him out for those last two when to me canon all but shouts it at you).

Basically, what it comes down to, is even taken in very good faith I simply cannot read Dumbledore’s actions as benign in pretty much every single goddamn decision he makes ever.

God, where do I even start here? I guess we can go chronologically.

Well, there was Dumbledore’s Wizard Nazi youth with an oddly Dorian Gray flare to it with Gellert. I think it’s fairly obvious why Dumbledore’s not exactly... good there so I’m going to skip past it. Suffice to say, it took his sister’s death (and maybe murdering his own invalid sister) for Dumbledore to stop planning world domination. Even then it wasn’t so much that world domination was wrong, but because his sister died and he was an asshole.

I’m going to go ahead and include CoG and Fantastic Beasts because I can (CoG, while a terrible movie, actually does entertain me in many ways). Anyways, before the films came out I always considered the younger Dumbledore far more stoic and brooding. He doesn’t get his eccentric persona until after the defeat of Grindelwald and was before then angsty mcangsts and an academic at heart.

Well, per CoG, apparently he was a budding spy master long before defeating Gellert/Voldemort popped up. We see him manipulating Newt, sending him to Paris as his own agent, WHEN NEWT DOESN’T WANT TO GO AND HAS ACKNOWLEDGED THAT DUMBLEDORE USED HIM INTHE LAST FILM. Dumbledore writes off having used Newt for his own agenda with a charming smile but none the less it paints a pretty grim picture that Albus has always been... Albus. There has always been a greater good out there somewhere and the man is always using someone as a pawn.

Cut to canon and his treatment of Tom Riddle. Frankly, Dumbledore’s treatment of the young Tom Riddle, and even Tom Riddle just before he came Voldemort, is insane. The thought experiment I like to run is “replace Tom in those scenes with Harry Potter”.

Harry was a poor orphan, whose guardians would more than match what Mrs. Cole said about Tom Riddle, who had spurts of accidental magic now and then and enjoyed when his bully cousin was discomfitted. Now, imagine Dumbledore giving Harry his letter, and then pretending to light all of Harry’s possessions on fire to “teach him a lesson”. What the fuck?

Now, am I saying Tom Riddle wasn’t creepy here and that killing a rabbit was terrible. No. But I am saying Dumbledore had a horrible reaction to it and is proud of it years later. (Also, the fact that he uses this memory to convince Harry of how evil Tom is, is hilarious to me. Dumbledore, you were the shit that lit people’s wardrobes on fire. If I was Tom, I’d be upset too).

Dumbledore is always like this with Tom Riddle. He thinks the worst of Tom even in points where Tom hasn’t done anything. I’m not talking about later when, yes, Tom did live up to Dumbledore’s fears but when Dumbledore treats him like garbage and actively sabotaged Tom’s career.

Anyways, cut to later when the Marauders are in school. One of the big things is that Dumbledore puts up a guerilla resistance gang OF SCHOOL CHILDREN. While most members are older, James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, and Peter are all only just out of Hogwarts. “Well,” you say, “It’s their choice and they did graduate. Surely Dumbledore wasn’t actually recruiting school children.” I point you towards canon, where Dumbledore convinces three actual school children that the fate of the nation rests on their shoulders and to go fight the good fight. So yes, Dumbledore canonically uses child soldiers and has no regret for doing so.

The other is letting James and Sirius off the hook for the Lupin incident. While Dumbledore talks the talk this showed that he was not willing to walk the walk. True, while getting them into major trouble would have involved outing Lupin (who was innocent in all of this) at the same time they were nearly responsible for the murder of another student. It’s very convenient that Dumbledore lets off the rich son of a lord, two individuals who later end up in the resistance movement (Potter likely funding part of it), and tells the impoverished half blood to sit down and shut up.

And in canon, yes, I believe that Dumbledore absolutely knew what Harry’s home condition was like. While the blood wards are an excuse they aren’t a particularly good one as for most of Harry’s childhood the Death Eaters were all accounted for. Harry was in no extreme danger from them. To not have had an inkling of Harry’s home life (when Harry even hints at it when wanting to stay over the summer, Harry runs away from home in third year, Fred and George see the bars on the window, and he even visits Harry’s home in sixth year) would be such laughable incompetence and stupidity it’s right out.

With that, I absolutely do believe what Snape showed us in the memory, the Dumbledore behind the scenes as it were. That Dumbledore knew fairly early that Harry Potter was a horcrux and began grooming Harry for suicide. Specifically, that’s what sixth year really is. All those memories of Tom Riddle, the pretext to get some memory from Slughorn, it’s an excuse for a smear campaign designed to convince Harry that Tom Riddle is inherently evil and must die at all costs, even Harry’s own life.

Dumbledore didn’t need that Slughorn memory. Sure, it was useful to know Tom intended to make seven but think about it. How did Dumbledore know there’d be anything remotely useful in there? He doesn’t know that Tom actually drops a number on Slughorn. Even then, he doesn’t know whether Tom actually goes and does it. All of it felt like, “Harry, I have a super secret important mission that only YOU can do. Can you handle it, Harry? Because without this the country is surely doomed” And in that I mean it was an effort to win back Harry’s favor after the previous year meltdown, keep him busy, and start in on the excuse to show Harry some pretty damn innocuous memories of Tom Riddle and go, “See, HE IS EVIL!”

Due to this, I frankly think that the train scene was a hallucination on Harry’s part. Wishful thinking for some gentle explanation of how Dumbledore had not cruelly used him for years and intended his death.

Well, that and it never made much sense that Dumbledore could predict Harry’s a) becoming the master of death b) miraculous second resurrection.

In the first case, Harry becomes master of death because of wand lore bullshit and happenstance where Harry happens to save Draco’s life. Dumbledore had no idea such a thing would happen. Dumbledore’s plan was for there to be no master of death, as the wand would default to having no owner when Snape defeated Dumbledore on Dumbledore’s orders. That Draco got the wand is a sort of Deus ex Machina. Sorry guys, Dumbledore intended Harry to die.

More, even then, while Dumbledore was very into the occult of these things we leave canon without any idea if these things are even responsible for his resurrection. They’re just relatively nifty objects with a legend behind them. There was nothing concrete to suggest that, should Harry happen to get all of them, he would be able to rise from the dead.

Otherwise onto the misogyny and classism parts.

In terms of misogyny this is from every time Dumbledore talks about Lily Evans or Merope Gaunt. In the case of Lily, she’s this weird Madonna figure whose love for Harry was so powerful it saved his life. That she also happened to make these blood wards Dumbledore cannot reproduce and extended her protection to Harry wherever he went is irrelevant. It’s her love that counts. That feminine, maternal, love purer than all others.

Basically, Dumbledore seems to be of the belief that women are flowers. The best of women are these demure, selfless, brave women who sacrifice themselves for their children. Yikes, Dumbledore.

Merope’s the really bad one though. Merope’s tale is how she drugged and raped a defenseless muggle for months and then he escaped. Dumbledore spins it into this Victorian tale of woe where Tom Riddle Sr. THE KIDNAPPED RAPE VICTIM is the asshole here who abandoned Merope to the merciless cold world. How dare he.

It’s very clear that Dumbledore doesn’t see Merope, or women in general, as people. Instead these weird Victorian ideals who can be tragic victims of circumstance.

As for the classism.

While Dumbledore’s very against the pureblood culture we see in the Malfoys a lot of his treatment of Tom Riddle feels very... classist. The big one, which is a little tangential but I say it counts, is Dumbledore’s theory that children of rape are incapable of love. Granted, he’s saying this while convincing Harry to kill himself for the good of the cause and there is a real world parallel in that alcohol/drugs while pregnant is a very bad idea that can lead to extreme mental and physical health disorders. That said, we’re talking love potions at conception, and it always read more as “rape babies” vs. specific drugs. And that is... just yikes on so many levels.

Now, do I agree with manipulative Dumbledore we see in many fics? No, because Dumbledore’s not that stupid.

He doesn’t need to borrow money from Harry’s vault, he doesn’t need to pay off Hermione and Ron to be Harry’s friends, he doesn’t need to choose Harry’s friends for him, he doesn’t need to manipulate Harry’s memories directly. He doesn’t need to do any of this because he got what he wanted just fine in canon.

Dumbledore is one of the smartest characters in canon, far smarter than Harry, and he doesn’t have to stoop to such outrageous schemes to get what he wants. Poorly concealed smear campaigns convincing Harry to commit suicide are more than enough.

#ask #anon #headcanons #albus dumbledore #manipulative dumbledore #dumbledore is pretty damn evil guys #as in there is pretty much not a single action you can point to where i'll say it was reasonable and not in some way underhanded #except maybe his choice in wardrobe #the man has some elton john style

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mooncat457writing · 4 years

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AU where Harry is raised with the Malfoy’s instead of the Dursley’s

Ok, so this is based off of an idea that a friend gave me to do with the old magic Lily performed when she sacrificed herself for Harry. I’m not sure if I’ll ever turn this into an actual fic (unless someone really wants me to), but here is my headcanon. It’s a bit long, so buckle up folks.

So, we all know that Lily sacrificed herself for Harry, creating a protective charm over him so that, as long as he lived with her blood, he’d be safe. But what if it had been James, not Lily.

By the time Jily had had Harry, James’ parents were both dead and he had no siblings. Except, he sort of did. Sirius Black.

Sirius ran away to the Potters when he was 16, effectively becoming James’ brother. So, when James sacrifices himself for Harry and Lily, a bond is made. Harry would be safe as long as he lives with someone of James’ blood (well, technically adopted blood, but also the Potters and the Blacks were both old pureblood families so they’re probably related by actual blood in some way. Wizards are incestuous y’all).

But there’s a problem, Sirius is in Azkaban and Harry still needs somewhere to go to be protected.

Sirius’ biological parents are RIGHT out, and Regulus is dead, so that’s a no go. So cousins.

Well, Bellatrix Lestrange is also RIGHT out because she’s batshit crazy and also in Azkaban. There’s Andromeda, and she’d be a lovely choice. She’s a mother. But, she also has a big target on her back since she married a muggle-born. But, this is Dumbledore making the decision and although his main motivation is to keep Harry safe, he also can’t help but think that maybe this is also an opportunity for him to spy on the other side. And Sirius has one more cousin. Narcissa.

The Malfoys had managed to escape being charged with being Death Eaters, they had a lot of influence over the magical world, and they had a son that was Harry’s age. So, most likely case scenario, Dumbledore gets an excuse to spy on the Malfoys under the guise of checking up on Harry every once and a while. But there’s also a second scenario that could happen. One Dumbledore didn’t exactly plan on.

Narcissa was only a Death Eater because of her circumstances. She wanted to protect her family. Protect Draco. But now her family included Harry.

Harry and Draco become fast friends. They’re brothers. Lucius is still a racist pig and tries to impart this on both of the boys, because dammit if he’s going to have to take care of the boy that defeated the Dark Lord, maybe he can at least use him.

But this is Harry we’re talking about. He’s his mother’s son. Kind and gentle, even despite his circumstances. I mean, in canon he spent 10 years locked in a closet, and his first instinct when he meets Ron is to accept him as a friend wholeheartedly when most people would understandably be guarded AF. So the racist indoctrination doesn’t really work on Harry. And, in seeing Harry’s courage, it doesn’t work on Draco either, for the most part. He tries really hard, at least.

Fast-forward to September 1st, 1991. Narcissa drops her two boys off at Platform 9 and 3/4 (Lucius is busy doing whatever creepy things he’s doing still). Harry and Draco happen upon an empty compartment and take a seat. Moments later, Ron comes by and asks to sit. They get around to introductions and Draco realizes that Ron is a Weasley, and although his first instinct is to repeat something his father had said about the Weasley family, he bites his tongue. Ron is shocked that Harry even lives with the Malfoys, but after a train ride full of sweets and laughter, Ron and Draco both realize that maybe their parent’s perception of the other’s family is wrong.

Draco is still sorted into Slytherin. He’s excited at first to make his family proud, but then when Harry is sorted after him and into Gryffindor, he’s disappointed. It’ll be the first time that he won’t be sharing a room with his adoptive brother. But that doesn’t stop him from still being friends with Harry. And eventually Ron. And even later, Hermione. Draco makes friends with some of his fellow Slytherins, but part of it always sits wrong with him. They only want to be friends with him because of his last name. In the Slytherin common room, he’s always Malfoy. But when he gets let into the Gryffindor common room to hang out, he’s Draco. He prefers it that way.

First-year, Quirrell tries to kill Harry, although they’re all convinced it was Snape all along. Even Draco. He hates his head-of-house and sticks up for his brother often, knowing that he won’t have any consequences for it. Draco goes with the trio to protect the stone and prevent Voldemort’s return, his father be damned. He didn’t want a second war ripping apart his family.

Second-year, Lucius manages to slip Ginny a diary that would help Voldemort return. It causes a huge rift between Draco and Ron’s friendship, even though Draco had gone with them to rescue Ginny. It left Harry in a really awkward position between his brother and his best friend. And it made for a very strained third year.

Third-year, Sirius escapes from prison and is seemingly after Harry. Although Draco is not as welcome with the Gryffindors as he once was, he is still hell-bent on protecting his brother. Especially since it’s his crazy uncle that’s after him to begin with. I’m the Shrieking Shack, Draco is there and stand up with Ron to protect Harry. Sirius falters at the idea that his godson and his nephew are so close. It reminds him of him and James. The adoptive kinship. Wormtail still escapes, and Sirius is on the run, but Draco spends all of his energy trying to figure out how to set things right. There has to be a way to clear his uncle’s name. Draco spends almost the entire summer trying to figure it out. He also spends the entire summer hearing whispers of a plan to ensure the return of the Voldemort. He hears Wormtail’s name. And he comes up with a plan.

Fourth-year, Draco offers to be a spy for Dumbledore. He knows he can get information out of his parents. He wants to help. He doesn’t want a second war ripping his family apart, even if it means distancing himself from his brother temporarily to make sure that doesn’t happen. Harry is chosen for the Triwizard Tournament, which Draco realizes was the first step of the plan. He wishes that he could be there cheering on his brother, but he can’t. By the time the third task rolls around, Draco knows the full plan. He tells Dumbledore, but it’s a little too late. By the time Dumbledore reaches the graveyard, Voldemort is back, but he escapes without a trace. Fudge still tries to swear that Voldemort is back, despite both Harry’s, Dumbledore’s, and several Auror’s accounts of the events. But at least Wormtail is captured, as well as a few of the Death Eaters, including Lucius.

Sirius is cleared of all charges. In theory, Harry could go to live with him now. It was the original plan after all. Harry would be safe. Safer than he would be living under the roof of a convicted Death Eater. But Harry is hesitant to leave his brother, who also wasn’t that safe living under the Malfoy roof. Harry wants to stay, but Draco doesn’t. He takes a page out of his uncle’s book and runs away. Narcissa is heartbroken at the loss of her two boys, the real loves of her life, and she makes a decision. Her husband is in prison and her sons are off Godric knows where with her convicted murderer ex-convicted murderer cousin. If her sons could be courageous enough to stand up against Voldemort, then so could she. So, to hell with the Dark Lord.

Although it pains her to, she pretends to cut the boys out of her life. If she stayed in contact with them, the Dark Lord would see right through her subterfuge. She tells no one of her plans. At least, not yet. Not until she has the information she needs to take the Dark Lord down. She doesn’t trust Dumbledore not to make a mess of things. She needs to do this on her own.

Fifth-year, Harry and Draco are living with Sirius at Grimmauld Place, which is the safe house for the Order of the Phoenix. Umbridge infiltrates the school and makes their lives hell. Harry forms Dumbledore’s Army and Draco joins. He’s the only Slytherin there, but he doesn’t care. At the end of the year, they infiltrate the Department of Mysteries. They need to get the prophesy before Voldemort does and although Sirius hates the idea, Harry is the only one who can retrieve it. Although the Order is there to help, there’s still a huge battle with the Death Eaters that had recently escaped, Lucius included. Say what you will about Lucius, but he still hesitates when he sees Draco, fighting side by side with Harry, Sirius, and the other members of the Order, and it’s this hesitation that provides an opportunity for the Order to escape, at least mostly harm free.

Sixth-year, Dumbledore starts to groom Harry to understand his connection to Voldemort. Narcissa starts to understand the connection as well. She has done well at making herself invaluable to the Dark Lord and one night she hears him mention a bit of old magic. Horcruxes. She makes the connection that the diary her husband had slipped Ginny Weasley four years ago had to have been one. This is the bit of information that she needed. This was the information that could take him down. The information that could bring her boys back to her.

At the end of the year, Dumbledore is dead. Snape killed him, according to the Dark Lord’s plan. In the chaos, she manages to slip her son a message. She’s managed to figure out the identity of five Horcruxes. The diary, which she knew to be destroyed, the Gaunt family ring, which she suspected was also destroyed, the locket, the Hufflepuff goblet, and Ravenclaw’s diadem. She only knew the location of one, the goblet in the Lestrange family vault, but if Harry at least knows the identity of the Horcruxes, it might give him more of a fighting chance to find them. And she knows he’s going to try.

Seventh-year, Draco goes with Harry, Ron, and Hermione to find the Horcruxes. He’s there when they’re all captured and thrown into the Malfoy family dungeon, because, although his last name is Malfoy, it doesn’t mean he’s spared the fate of the others. He’s a blood traitor. It pains Narcissa to watch her two boys fight the way they are, but she reminds herself of her mission and hopes that one day they forgive her for her deceit.

The next time Narcissa sees her adoptive son is May 2, 1998, in the Forbidden Forest. Harry walks up to Voldemort with his head held high, ready to face death. She manages to keep her composure as she watches her son be brutally murdered by the Dark Lord. She manages to hold in the scream of grief as she watches him collapse onto the ground. She manages to suppress the urge to fire a killing curse at the Dark Lord herself in revenge as he asks her to go check to make sure that Harry is dead. She never once thought that she was making the wrong choice when she turned spy against him, but at that moment, as the Dark Lord asked her specifically to check the body, the body of the boy he knew she’d raised from an infant, she realized that not only had she not made the wrong choice. She’d made the right one. This bastard needed to die and die for good this time. Her breath catches in her throat as she bends over the body of her son and realizes that he was still faintly breathing. She manages to keep a straight face as she asks after her other son, whom she hadn’t seen yet in all the chaos. Once she gets confirmation of his wellbeing, leans in even further and whispers to him about one last Horcrux. The snake. Nagini. It’s a risky move, but he needs to know. The only way the Dark Lord will be defeated forever is if he’s completely vulnerable. Message received, she straightens and announces that Harry is in fact dead.

The next events take place in a blur. Harry reveals himself to be alive. The snake is killed. So is the Dark Lord. The Death Eaters are captured and sent to prison, with the exception of Narcissa. Harry offers testimony that she’d been spying all along and had passed him valuable information that contributed to Voldemort’s downfall.

In the aftermath, Narcissa is reunited with her sons and makes amends with her cousin, Sirius, Harry, tired of fighting, goes on to be a professor at Hogwarts, and Draco goes on to work at the Ministry with Hermione, desperate to try to bring some good into the wizarding world and make up for the horror that has been associated with his last name for so long.

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Chapter 13: Company

TW: Walburga Black's usual blood purist hate and verbal assaults

Lupin had joined them for breakfast after a while. When Regulus finished his food, he had Kreacher make a tray and he took it up to the library with him. Iset wasn’t in the library, but he could hear the shower in the bathroom running. Regulus set the breakfast tray on the table. Then he summoned Kreacher and asked him to please clean the library and the bathrooms on this floor. Kreacher responded with his usual mumblings and bowing. Regulus went to his room to change into actual clothes. He was suddenly glad that Iset hadn’t been in the library seeing as he was only wearing pajamas. Returning to the library, Regulus pulled the books about Ravenclaw towards him.

If the Dark Lord did indeed have six Horcruxes, there were three more that needed to be found. At first, he had considered that it could be objects from the other three founders. But, after all of his reading yesterday, he found that the only object left by Gryffindor was a goblin forged sword. Not only would something like that be very difficult to make into a Horcrux, but the Dark Lord shared the disdain for Gryffindor that most Slytherins had. Regulus suspected that he wouldn’t want to affix a bit of his soul to a blood traitor’s sword. So he moved to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. He’d noted Hufflepuff’s Cup down as a likely candidate. Ravenclaw was trickier. And what the third object might be, he had no idea.

Iset joined him after a little bit, wearing a blue dress that clung to her body; Regulus didn’t think that he’d ever seen her wearing blue before. It looked good. There was gold stitching on the dress that suited her skin much better than Slytherin silver ever had. After several moments, Regulus realized he was staring and looked down at his hands.

“You look very nice.” He said, still looking at his hand.

“Thank you,” Iset said, and he could hear her footsteps coming towards him. She sat on the desk facing him.

“I’m realizing that I’ve never really seen you outside of school,” Regulus said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I could say the same thing,” Iset said with what could only be described as a mischievous smile. Regulus looked down confused, he was just wearing a black silk button-up with the sleeves rolled up; certainly nothing particularly nice. Iset reached out and ran her hand through his hair, which now went almost to his shoulders. “I’m glad that you grew your hair out.”

“Me too,” Regulus said. “I always thought that it looked better. But, during first year I thought I was going to lose my mind if one more person mistook me for my brother. So I cut my hair.” He paused, weighing his next words, before rushing onwards. “They would always get this shocked look, and then disappointment. I hated it so much. I was always being compared to him, and that was just the last straw.”

“It sucks being compared to your more attractive sibling, doesn’t it,” Iset said. She covered her nose with her hand briefly before reaching down to pick up the coffee Regulus had brought her. Regulus briefly remembered Tiye, Iset’s younger sister who was a year below Regulus. It was true that she was very beautiful, but it was the same cold sort of beauty that Narcissa and Bellatrix wielded, and it had always made Regulus edgy. Regulus reached up and rested his hand on Iset’s face, pulling her down for a kiss. Her lips tasted like fresh coffee and cream, but somehow still of cinnamon. When they pulled away they were both smiling.

Iset sipped her coffee and looked over the table, which was open to the books about Ravenclaw. “More research today?”

“Yea,” Regulus said leaning back. “I’ve come up with two candidates for the Horcrux. That still leaves another. Then there are locations to think about. The diary was entrusted to the Malfoys, which is odd. Bellatrix has always been the Dark Lord’s most loyal servant. If anyone was given something that important, I would have thought it would be her.”

“Maybe she has one too?”

“Maybe,” Regulus said, writing it down on his piece of paper next to ‘Ravenclaw’s Diadem’ and ‘Hufflepuff’s Cup’. “I have no idea about the other locations. I guess the Gaunt house was important to him. But a cave in the cliffs? Why would he choose that? I don’t know.”

Iset shrugged. “I can’t help you whatsoever.” Regulus resisted the urge to say something like ‘you help by being here’ which, while true, sounded entirely too cheesy.

“You have your own studies,” he said instead. She just smiled at him and picked up a pastry from the tray.

“Back to studying we go then.”

They stayed in the library for most of the day. When they didn’t come down for lunch, Kreacher appeared with a tray that was covered in way too much food for two people. Regulus had found almost nothing new about Ravenclaw’s diadem. The best he could do was make notes about important places and people to Ravenclaw.

Sometime in the afternoon, heavy uneven steps on the stairs alerted them to company. They could also hear Sirius’ voice. Still, they stayed in the library; there wasn’t anyone coming for them. Sirius could deal with it. However, they were interrupted by a heavy fist knocking on the frame of the library door. They looked up to see a grizzled man with two different colored eyes and a face that had more scars than face.

“Moody,” Sirius said and there was something in his face that was almost respect. Regulus set down his book. Then the man’s blue eye started looking around separately from his other eye. Regulus blinked. The eye rolled over completely, and Regulus felt his own eyes growing wide, despite his composure. ‘Mad-eye’ Moody, indeed.

Sirius introduced them, “This is my brother, Regulus. And Iset Senusret.”

“Just Iset,” Iset corrected. Moody stumped into the room with a grunt that Regulus guessed was supposed to pass for a greeting.

“You’re the ex-Death Eater kid then,” Moody said, magical eye fixing on Regulus. “I don’t remember seeing you during the war.”

“Well,” Regulus said, his throat feeling dry. “I didn’t exactly survive long enough to be in lots of fights.”

Moody narrowed his eyes at Regulus as if trying to decide if he was giving his sass. If Moody was used to Sirius, then Regulus guessed he couldn’t blame him for the suspicion. Moody’s eye turned to Iset.

“I don’t recognize you at all.”

“That’s because you’ve never met me. My family’s Egyptian. We weren’t part of your war.”

“Well,” Moody said, leaning on his walking stick. “I didn’t come up here to chat. The wards on this house are as solid as ever. I must say they were expertly done; couldn’t do better myself. But it looks like they are tied up to you. Had to come up here to get a good look. Seems the house has decided Regulus is the master.”

“Not surprised,” Sirius said, leaning against the wall. “Dear old dad would have done everything in his power to make sure the house never went to me.”

“Well,” Moody said gruffly, turning and already heading out of the door. “It’s Regulus’ house now. Dumbledore said that we can still have Order meetings here. So, I’ll let the others know. They all want to see you. Once I tell them the house is safe, I’m sure they’ll be knocking down your door. Fools. Probably won't be taking proper safety precautions either.”

Moody paused in the doorway and he didn’t turn around, but Regulus felt that blue eye on him. “Oh, and boy. I’ll have my eye on you. I put your cousin and her husband in Azkaban. I’ll do the same for you if you so much as breathe in the wrong direction.”

Regulus knew this was a threat and that he was meant to be intimidated. But he had grown up with Walburga Black and worked for The Dark Lord himself. No one in the Order of the Phoenix could hold a candle to that type of cruelty.

“Watch all you like, Mr. Moody,” Regulus said cooly.

Moody snorted. “Kids got guts,” he said and walked down the hallway. Sirius gave Regulus a gesture that said ‘what can you do’ and followed Moody away.

Regulus and Iset went back to their reading. They had about an hour of silence before there was a sudden rush of voices from downstairs.

“Guests,” Iset said.

“Indeed.” Regulus debated going down and seeing what was going on. But honestly, he didn’t have much interest in interacting with Sirius’ friends or dealing with the so-called Order of the Phoenix.

However, it soon proved impossible to stay focused on their studying because more people arrived, the voices got louder, sometimes the doorbell rang and his mother’s portrait started shouting. Regulus shut his book hard, not quite slamming it.

“There’s no use,” he said a bit crossly. Iset closed her book more calmly.

“Shall we go down then?”

“I suppose so,” Regulus said with a sigh. He looked down at himself. In a button-up shirt and trousers, he felt under dressed for receiving company. But these were Sirius’ sort of people, not members of the 28. As they walked down the stairs, Regulus resisted the urge to reach out and take Iset’s hand for support. He felt more anxious than he should be. Instead, he offered Iset his arm, in what was probably an over formal gesture. She took it with a smile. They were in the main hallway and about to descend to the dining room when someone rang the bell. The curtains of Mrs. Black’s portrait flew open and she started to shriek.

“Filth!” But she stopped at the sight of Regulus standing in the hall. Regulus felt pinned down by her gaze. She looked bad, her skin had gone waxy and her eyes were bloodshot. Walburga Black had once been a beautiful woman, but it seems that years of anger and hate had taken their toll on her looks.

“Regulus?” she said.

“Mother,” He said stiffly. He unconsciously straightened his spine and lifted his chin. He did not remove his arm from Iset’s.

“My boy!” She said in a voice that was happier than she had ever sounded in his life. “My true son. But you, you died!”

“Yes, mother.”

“But you are back?”

“Yes, mother?”

“And who is this?” She said, her eyes suddenly latching onto Iset.

“This is Iset, mother.”

The doorbell rang again. Regulus sighed. “I should open the door.”

“Wait!” Walburga screamed as Regulus turned away, taking Iset with him. “These filth! These blood-traitors. Regulus! You can’t let them in my house!”

Regulus just kept walking, though his jaw was tight. Still, he found that the fear inside of him that always filled him at the sight of his mother was rather less gut-wrenching than it had been before. “Regulus Arcturus Black!” She screamed. “Don’t you turn your back on me. Who do you think you are?”

Iset leaned into Regulus, silently offering her support. Regulus swung the door open. There was a woman there with bubblegum pink hair.

“Wotcher!” she said brightly, then frowned. “Do I know you?”

“No,” Regulus said, stepping back to let her inside. There was no more time for conversation as Walburga’s screams racketed higher and higher.

“Filthy blood-traitors standing in the house of my forefathers! My own son letting them in!” Tonks strode down the tall towards the portrait. Nearly tripping over the troll leg umbrella stand on her way.

“Hello, Aunty Walburga,” she said in a cheerful tone. “You look as ugly as always.”

“How dare you!” Walburga shrieked and Regulus blinked. ‘Aunty Walburga’? “You are no blood of mine! You and your filthy blood-traitor mother!”

“Help me with these curtains?” The woman said, turning back to Regulus and Iset. Regulus strode forward.

“Regulus Arcturus Black! What do you think you are doing! How dare you disrespect me like this! I raised you better than this. Letting filth into my house. How dare you!”

“Sorry, mother,” Regulus said. “This is my house now.” Then he helped the woman draw the black curtains shut. Regulus took Iset’s arm again and they walked further down the hall away from the portrait.

“So,” the woman said, when they were a safe distance away, and turned a curious gaze to Regulus. “Are you really Regulus Black or has she finally gone round the twist? You look like a Black.”

“Yes, I’m Regulus.”

“I’m Tonks!” she said sticking out her hand. “Mother’s Andromeda.”

“Oh,” Regulus couldn’t help but blink his surprise, even as he shook her hand. This woman looked nothing at all like any of the Blacks he knew, and Andromeda had the same high cheekbones as the rest of them. Maybe she took after her father, Regulus had never seen the man that Andromeda had run off with.

“Nice to meet you,” he finally managed. “You should go on to the dining room. It sounds like everyone is in there.”

“What? Aren’t you coming?”

Regulus sighed. “I suppose that I am.”

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feed-the-birdss · 5 years

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Take Me Away

Thank you so much to @blitheringmcgonagall and @jilystar04 who tagged me in the Motivation Monday yesterday. It really helped me to finish this. Also, a thanks to @petals-to-fish and @flippin-fins who are another two big motivators of mine!!

Author’s Note: I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus due to a mixture of travelling, birthday festivities and health reasons. However, I’ve had this idea for a while now, and I really wanted to share it before I leave for my next big trip. I hope you all enjoy, and it’s loosely based on the song “Cowboy Take Me Away” by the Dixie Chicks.

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The flat was quiet—too quiet. There were pieces of parchment scattered all over the floor accompanied with the occasional ink blot. Opened and half-empty containers were strewn across the countertops and tabletops of the kitchen with labels like “Aconite”, “Ginger”, “Frog Brain”, “Dragon’s Blood” and “Boomslang”. On the stove was a large pewter cauldron with purple steam billowing out of it. And on the window ledge, with an empty wine glass on the floor next to her sat Lily Evans. Her knees were tucked in close to her chest, with an elbow resting on one knee, and her head in her hand.

Her dark and puffy green eyes were wearily following the movements of the grey clouds in the sky searching for even the smallest sign of sunshine. It’s been so cold and rainy lately, thanks to the dementors, that she’s forgotten what the sun looked like. Even it if it were sunny outside, she doubts she would be enjoying it. She’s either in the flat working on potions for the Order, under James’ invisibility cloak running after and spying on likely Death Eaters, or so focused on duelling a Death Eater and escaping death that her surroundings are not even noticeable to her.

Lily misses the earth. When she was little, she was always playing outside. Her mother and sister would often berate her for her constantly dirty dresses. Yet, little Lily would frolic bare-footed in the green grass and dirt without a care in the world. Now she’s lucky if she has the time to take a simple stroll through a park with shoes on.

Severus and she used to lie under the large Elm tree by her house and make the falling leaves magically race each other to the ground. Lily once begged her mother to let her and Severus camp out there for the night, but Rose Evans wouldn’t even hear of it. She never trusted that “Snape boy”, and while Lily always believed that was Petunia’s influence, her mother’s concerns ended up being spot-on in that regard.

However, camping was sounding pretty great to Lily right about now. She could finally take the chance to just touch the earth and feel it in her hands without worrying about the Death Eater throwing killing curses at her every second. She could frolic among the wild and unruly plants like she used to when she was a little girl. The corners of her lips started to quirk up at the thought.

Right at that moment, the unmistakable sound of someone apparating outside the door met Lily’s ears which was proceeded by her and James’ secret knock. Lily went up to the door and asked through it, “Who is Luke Skywalker’s father?”

“Darth Vader,” asserted James.

Lily undid the lock and opened the door to find James pointing his wand at her with a teasing smirk on his face. He never could take this security measure seriously. “Who was your best shag?” he asked confidently.

“Sirius, obviously,” Lily responded with a smirk that echoed the one that quickly vanished from his face at her response.

“Not funny Evans,” he pouted.

“Well you know what Dumbledore said last meeting, the Death Eaters have Sev—uhh—well, their own Potions Master, and we should be prepared for the possibility that they’re making Polyjuice Potion,” she sighed, turned around and headed to the kitchen to check on her potion.

James was going to continue whinging about her cruel joke, but once she brought up her ex-best friend’s current activities, he thought better of it and followed her into the kitchen. “Fine, I’ll ask a better question. When was our best shag?” He asked with the smirk back on his face as he walked up to Lily, whose head was bent over the cauldron, and put his arms around her waist.

Lily rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the smile that was creeping up on her face, “You’re such a prat,” she said as she turned around in his arms, put her arms up to his neck, and reached her face to kiss his. James greedily returned the kiss, pulling her even closer against him and lifting up her shirt a little so that his hands were touching the soft skin of her waist. Lily’s hands moved from the nape of his neck into his messy black hair as she sucked on his bottom lip.

Just as James’ hands were about travel South in order to pick her up and carry her to their bed, a gentle tapping noise interrupted them. Both of them turned their heads toward the noise to see Sirius’ owl, Owl, at the window with a slip of parchment attached to its claw. Lily detached from James, and as she walked over to the window she said, “And our best shag was that time a few months ago on Remus’ bed.”

“Too right, it was,” James smiled and sighed, “And yet, Remus couldn’t find it in him to be happy for us.”

“Well love, to be fair, I mean, you still give Sirius shit for shagging uh…whats-her-name, on your bed in sixth year.”

“Yeah, well, this was me and you, a couple Remus loves and knows dearly. Sirius fucked a stranger he hasn’t spoken to since. There’s a difference.”

Lily rolled her eyes, an occurrence that happens quite a lot whenever she’s around James, as she opened the window and untied the scroll from the Owl’s leg.

James—me and Remus are going to Hog’s Head for drinks with a few other members tonight, are you and Lily in? (Peter’s a no-show…again…bloody rat)

Lily quickly read the note and handed it over to James with a sigh. She loved everyone in the order dearly, she honestly didn’t know what she would do without them in this mess of a war, but she needed something different right now. Going to the Hog’s Head for drinks was the only fun thing order members could do together without drawing attention to themselves and blowing their cover; so they do it quite often.

“Do you want to go Lils?” asked James.

Just as Lily was about to, begrudgingly, say yes, she remembered something, and her eyes glimmered with excitement as she looked at James, “James, I’m going to go camping,” she stated.

“Okay….so…uh…wait, is that a ‘no’ to the drinks then?” baffled James with furrowed brows.

“Yes.”

“So…’yes’ to the drinks?” he puzzled again.

Lily rolled her eyes, “For someone who got seven NEWTs, you’re awfully dense sometimes. It’s a ‘no’ to the drinks, because tonight, we’re packing up and getting ready to go camping tomorrow morning.”

James’ brows were still furrowed in confusion, and his mouth kept opening and closing as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know what to say. To Lily’s relief, he finally uttered something, “Can you just repeat that please, and maybe offer me some, like, well, much-needed context?”

“Uh..right, that’s probably a good idea. So, again, no to drinks because we are going to camping tomorrow morning. Why are we going camping—well, because I need this James. I need this.” James’ look softened at the desperation in her voice, “I have been going mad lately. I feel like my whole world has just become running into battles, hiding from Death Eaters and potions. I want to experience the earth again.”

“You want to experience the earth again?” James asked with a teasing smirk.

“Fuck yes. Make fun of it all you want. I know it sounds cheesy, but I know you know what I mean James Potter. Like…don’t you miss the earth? We’re in bloody London all the damned time. I mean…you haven’t gone out with Remus and the boys for a full moon in months. You can’t not tell me you’re not going a little mad here,” Lily ranted. “I want to just walk through a forest, where there’s no building in site, only trees and grass, and leaves. I want it to just be me for miles and miles.”

“What about me?”

Lily smiled and put her arms around his waist, “I guess I want you there too. Merlin knows I don’t really want to experience this earth again without your smile there with it,” she assured pressing a light kiss to his lips.

“What about the cold?”

“The stars will be our blanket,” teased Lily

“Uh…what?”

“James, are you a wizard or not? We can handle the actual camping parts of this magically.”

“Right,” nodded James in agreement. Yet something in the stiffness of his body, and the slight furrow left in his brows told Lily he was still hesitant. Come to think of it, James has been acting kind of shady like this for the past few weeks.

“Do you not want to?”

“No, it’s not that at all. I think I need this just as much as you,” he assured, “it’s just that, I mean, well we had those special dinner plans for tomorrow night.”

“We can cook ourselves a nice dinner tomorrow night love.”

James sighed, and nodded slowly, “That’s true I guess.”

“Don’t you want to go flying love? I want to ride your broom. I haven’t done it in so long.”

James smirked, “I want you to ride my broom too Evans.”

Lily ignored the obvious innuendo in his statement, and said “Great, let’s get packing then.”

“Um, right okay, I’ll go cancel those reservations and the…uh some other stuff, and I’ll let Dumbledore and the order know we’re going to take the next few days off.”

The next night, after a day of frolicking in the grass, walking and not running, and flying in a clear blue sky without a building in sight, Lily was snuggled within the comfort of James’ arms under a blanket of stars. The sound of their laughter played in harmony with the chirping crickets and the rustling of the leaves as the wind breezed through them. She and James always manage to have fun together, but this was different. They could have fun without worrying for right now. Even after their day on his broom, she hasn’t felt this free since she found out she was a witch, and she’s never felt closer to James than she had on this day.

After bickering and laughing about whether or not the dog star was named as such because it’s twinkle was kind of shaped like a dog, Lily turned her head towards his and asked, “So are you finally ready to tell me why you’ve been acting shady the past few weeks?”

James chuckled and sighed happily, “You know what…yeah, I actually am.” He turned his head to meet her eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” smiled Lily moving her head in for a kiss, but James used the arm she was lying on to lift a very confused Lily up on to her feet instead.

Once they stood face to face, stars still twinkling above them, surrounded by only trees, grass, flowers and wildlife, James’ hands lightly against Lily’s waist, did James say, “I originally wanted to do this after that dinner we were supposed to have tonight at this fancy muggle restaurant in London, where after I was going to take you to Hog’s Head with all of our friends waiting there.” Lily was starting to see where this was going, and her eyes widened. “Once we got there, Sirius was going to start playing that muggle love song you love so much by that Elvin guy on that mini guitar thing I begged him to learn how to play,” her widened eyes softened with her chuckle and started to glisten with tears, “then I was going to get down on one knee,” James got down on one knee, “pull out my grandmother’s ring,” James pulled out his grandmother’s ring, “and say this: ‘This war is the worst thing that has ever happened to the wizarding world, and yet, you still manage to keep me smiling. Do me the honor of making me smile for the rest of my life, and let me do the same for you. Lily Evans, will you marry me?’”

Just as Lily was about to respond, James snapped the box shut, got up and said with a smirk, “It’s too bad you wanted to go camping instead.”

Lily’s mouth opened in shock, “James!” she exasperated punching him in the arm.

James laughed, “I’m kidding Lils! Only kidding! This place is a way better spot for a proposal…how’d you put it again? Blanket of stars? Now that’s just pure poetry. So this is really the best possible place for you to agree to put up with my shit forever,” he teased, “so what do you say Evans?” he asked opening the ring box once again, “Will you continue to put up with my shit for all eternity?”

Lily rolled her eyes, “Sounds good to me,” she said with a smile as she jumped into his arms and proceeded to kiss him.

#jily #jily canon #jily fanfic #jily fanfiction #jily fic #james x lily #james potter #lily evans #lily potter #jily fandom #camping #surprise #dixie chicks #cowboy take me away #feeding birds

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tom’s cult tactics with death eaters + his views on muggle knowledge

i promised this post the other day, and now i deliver. gonna talk about the roots of death eaters belonging more to a cult origin than that of typical political terrorists / supremacists, the variety of reasons people join, and the Bullshit that tom pulls. quick rundown on cults, first:

there are a variety of definitions, and people in the criminology / sociology fields kind of fight about it because it’s pretty damn easy to get offensive with what you consider a “cult.” but death eaters fulfill some of the most common criteria people bring up when defining a cult:

i. they are centered around an authoritarian, charismatic leader for whom members hold a particular admiration for (tom) ii. they are associated with an extremist, often false philosophy (blood supremacy) iii. this philosophy is curated by the leader, which members unquestionably follow iv. dissent is highly discouraged and punished within the group v. the group is elitist, often claiming special status for their membership or that they are “enlightened”

tom is, of course, also a highly skilled abuser. he developed how to create a cult for years. it is by no accident that the death eaters formed. he saw the advantages that came with creating an insular group as a kid, having his crowd at hogwarts. the slug club also made him realize how useful it is to artificially create bonds between people, falsifying higher status and kinship among each other.

during his days abroad, he primarily focused on magic, but he met some. interesting people. not all of whom were magical, either. an example of the type of people he met would be those involved in groups such as the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, A∴A∴, Ordo Templi Orientis (O.T.O.), and those notable followers of Thelema. while many real wizards were involved in these groups, muggles were just as pervasive, but Tom found himself with them nonetheless. while he sought out these groups for their knowledge in magic, he learned a lot about aleister crowley, and became interested in the abbey of thelema — specifically about how crowley managed to always create a cult following during his life. he sought out previous members, such as jack parsons, which led to him becoming familiar with l. ron hubbard, so tom........... effectively learned how to form a cult.

this isn’t a crowley post, so i’ll try to cut his nonsense short with regards to tom, but he is one of the few people who created a horcrux himself. haven’t created a proper hp verse for him that goes into detail about it. tom found him. they both essentially sponged any knowledge they could from each other until they both couldn’t stand each other anymore, as they’re both incredible narcissists who were destined to hate each other once the circle-jerk was over.

this brings me to the subtopic on what tom thinks of muggle knowledge. he doesn’t think it’s entirely without merit, but he paints it as such to others because it suits his narrative. he grew up with it, so he knows where it’s useful. as someone who is on the heavy end of the narcissistic and antisocial personality spectrums, studying psychology and sociology is actually a subject he has high interest in. manipulation proved to be one of his most useful skills during his life, serving as a foundation for how he built any amount of power. so, while it was somewhat accidental that he stumbled into learning about group-dynamics through the previously mentioned organizations, he didn’t stop there. he added it to his list of things to further research, and he developed a variety of ways to amass a following. #JustCultThings

some strategies he would employ:

i. deception about what death eaters stand for, typically presented in a way that fits whoever is being coerced into joining. specifically appealing to vulnerable people who can be manipulated. barty, for example, was not at all interested in the supremacy or political side, so tom advertised it much like a fraternity. he targeted barty’s abusive relationship with his father as a weak point, offering himself as a replacement. he further minimized the mayhem other death eaters would cause, comparing them to rowdy kids, among other things.

ii. this was followed by gaslighting, isolation, and thought reform. outsiders were painted as ignorant, the media as liars, and he would barrage them with propaganda. if family and friends could be converted, it was encouraged. if not, members would be advised to distrust them and even cut them off.

iii. hierarchy upon hierarchy. once you’re in, you could always be more in. appease tom in order to get closer. there are rewards to those who do more. get into the inner circle. your placement is not guaranteed to be permanent, so you must constantly be certain to do more for the death eaters than your fellow members, and tripping up is worse because punishment is severe.

iv. when he senses discomfort from anyone, the immediate reaction is to quickly make them do something in order to solidify their membership. if someone needs to be punished and you’re looking nervous in the corner, he’s calling on you to use the cruciatus curse. big, impulsive, pressured decisions make people feel trapped and like they can’t go back. once someone puts their own personal effort into something, they are less likely to abandon it.

v. outside of this and direct punishment, people who express doubt or uncertainty also get worked the hardest. sleep deprivation and debilitating work help people fall into group-think. compliance is rewarding because then the workload is lighter.

vi. the masks! not only do they help with people who are worried about being caught associated with the group, but people are less inhibited when they wear masks (this is due to what is called deindividuation, which was studied during the zimbardo stanford prison experiment; it is “a breakdown of the distinctions between individuals, or the process of losing the belief that one is perceived as a separate entity,” as defined in human motivation by bernard weiner).

vii. leaving is simply not permitted. we all know how sirius thought regulus died because he tried to leave. this was not uncommon. ex-members are looked down on even more than outsiders. outsiders are, at least, always a prospective new member. muggles and muggleborns are the exception.

there’s so much more, but damn this is already so long lmao.

now let’s look at various reasons why people join:

i. tom himself. he is the center of it, after all. people like barty are blindly loyal to him because they simply admire him.

ii. the philosophy of blood supremacy. this is usually what people focus on when they talk about death eaters, of course. some of them really are just bigots and nothing else.

iii. the politics. outside of blood supremacy, a key feature that a lot of people found appealing was the idea of abolishing the international statute of wizarding secrecy. while this goes hand in hand with blood supremacy for some, not all people want the statute abolished for that reason. some people just....... don’t like that hiding from muggles is mandatory.

iv. as mentioned earlier with barty’s recruitment as my example, there is a sense of belonging with the death eaters, like it’s a fraternity. if you already know and are close to a death eater or multiple, you may join for that reason alone.

v. members who don’t join of their own volition may also join due to threats, blackmail, other tricks, and even via jinxes.

vi. others that join “voluntarily” may also simply do it because they are scared and believe that it will offer them protection.

vii. tom also makes a lot of promises. about wealth, knowledge, and power. lots of death eaters simply joined because they were greedy and wanted power. it has perks.

a lot of these reasons are closely associated with each other, and often people would have more than one of these pushing them to join.

anyways i’ve been staring at this post for too long and my eyes hurt, so i’m going to end it here. if there are any typos or anything, sorry lmfao. there’s a ton more to write on this topic, but this is already an essay. i meant to leave more citations for information like a proper psych major, but i don’t feel like providing it, so snglksdf. i know too much about cults. i am my own authority for information on this post.

#| OOC: HEY GHOULS!#| HC: TOM RIDDLE.#| HC: BARTEMIUS CROUCH JR.#| HC: ALEISTER CROWLEY.#it mentions him enough to merit it going into his tag i think dsjfnhsdf

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Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix, Sammy!

You have been accepted for the role of PETER PETTIGREW, with your requested faceclaim change to Nico Mirallegro! We really enjoyed reading your application! We particularly like the way you showed the way Peter is still understanding his identity - not just with his sexuality, but also that lingering question of who he is. We are so excited to have you as part of this roleplay!

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: Sammy

AGE: 23

TIMEZONE: CST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I should be on about 3 days a week, give or take given I work almost every day

ANYTHING ELSE: I’m highly triggered by imagery of needles or descriptions of their use, also I’ve been roleplaying in some form or another for 12 years

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Peter Horatio Pettigrew

AGE: 22

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Cismale, he/him, and homosexual. Peter doesn’t even fully realize that he’s never been interested in the women around him. At school he chalked it up to himself being the odd one in the group, the unpopular boy in the wake of Gryffindors everyone knew. His belief is that he simply hasn’t noticed his attraction to women yet while he sits and idolizes men he finds attractive such as James.

BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Gryffindor

ANY CHANGES: Nico Mirallegro fc change please

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

Overview:

Peter finds that he has very little confidence which is one of the main problems with him succeeding socially. He doesn’t trust his instincts and his self-preservative mindset has led to him following whoever he deems to be the biggest man at the table. James Potter and Sirius Black, as well as the very smart Remus Lupin, had been the big boys at Hogwarts and Peter had the uncanny ability to read that in them as early as the train ride their first year. He believes that by keeping his mouth shut he’ll be able to play both sides and survive when the biggest dog in the dogfight eventually succeeds.

Expanded:

Many who knew Peter Pettigrew would call him simple or naive. He wasn’t top of his class like Remus Lupin, instead his marks hovered on the middle to lower ends of the grade book. He had accepted that about himself, knew that he wasn’t meant for greatness like his friends. Peter was simply happy to be a member of the group. He didn’t need to be smart because Remus had that covered. He didn’t need to be charismatic, Sirius was practically dripping with it. He didn’t even necessarily need to be brave for James was the bravest man Peter knew. All Peter had to be in that context was helpful, which he supposed he could manage.

What most people didn’t expect Peter to be capable of was reading people. He might not have been good one on one with his peers but reading people and being able to tell what kind of person they were was Peter’s quiet talent. He could tell who could be useful and who to avoid. It was one of his biggest strengths in life. People were easier to read than his textbooks, their tells much more of a giveaway then people expected. Peter didn’t advertise this ability very often, actually content with his simple reputation.

The main trait Peter has relates to his ability to read people and it is his self-preservation. He values his life over all else. His safety, his stability, is the most important thing. He takes calculated risks, ones that he’s sure will result in him not coming out on the bottom. He’s not aiming for the top, he just doesn’t want to be on the bottom of the dog pile.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

Peter’s muggle father was never in the picture, he doesn’t even know the man’s name, but Ms. Hattie Pettigrew, the beautiful witch that she was, had a clear focus and keen mind that simply were not equipped to focus on her son. She was striving for the best in everything she reached for, a child not having fit into the plan she’d laid out for herself. She worked in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement doing paperwork all day to her heart’s content.

Peter didn’t have the same drive as her, though she was quick to tell him that only the brightest minds would get ahead. Peter wondered what constituted a great mind in his mother’s opinion, not considering himself particularly intelligent but, instead, rather clever. He often wondered how it was he’d managed to get into Gryffindor, not possessing many of the traits of his house, but he valued bravery despite not possessing it and he supposed that counted for their purposes, even if his mother found that foolish of him.

OCCUPATION:

Peter is currently unemployed. He has hopped from job to job (ex. Flourish & Blotts, The Three Broomsticks, Madame Malkin’s, various muggle shops) with nothing making him feel as though he were a good fit. He’s debated just picking some random Ministry job at this point, though that was never one of his plans.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

Peter doesn’t hate the Order, nor does he love it either. He joined to keep his friends close and, while he has seen a great deal of them since they’ve graduated, his involvement with the Death Eaters is eating away at him. He doesn’t believe they can possibly win this war, but he’s not confident enough to walk away, especially with his friends still inside.

He’s glad to be considered somewhat Mid-Level, though he knows that the Dark Lord would prefer him to worm his way higher up the ladder. He’s grateful to be James’ friend in that way, hoping that he can convince James to confide in him to get what he needs without raising suspicion over his sudden interest in rising among the ranks. Ambition wasn’t something Peter was known for.

SURVIVAL:

Peter has never been one of the top dogs in life due to much of his own doing. In primary school he was shy and got bullied for his inability to gain friends as smoothly as the other children. He hated that feeling, hated not being able to defend himself. When his magic would burst out toward his assailants he didn’t regret it, though he also didn’t tell his mother either. He just wanted to get those children off his back.

Heading to Hogwarts, Peter worried his new Wizarding school would be just the same as his muggle one. Finding comfort in the brilliant Remus Lupin opened up every door for Peter beyond his wildest dreams. Becoming a Marauder was one of the best things for his confidence. He fit in, he was safe from harm. No one but the Slytherins were going to mess with him and, even then, his friends were at his side. His abilities rose and he began to blossom into a competent wizard, even if he wasn’t as talented as his friends. He could sense their aura of power, could tell this is what safety felt like. He couldn’t risk losing it.

Now that they’re out of school and without the safety net of living in the same dorm, he feels his safety net start to bow and tear. He would do anything to keep his life intact, meaning he had to join the Order. At first the Order felt like a place he could be taken care of, especially with his friends by his side, but he quickly saw their numbers dwindling and the dangerous situations they were putting themselves in rise. It quickly became a situation he wanted out of without being able to do anything about it.

When the Death Eaters approached Peter about spying on the Order he hadn’t been entirely sure what would have possessed them to ask. He wasn’t smart or talented or even charismatic but he quickly realized that was exactly what made him a good spy. People expected little to nothing from simple Peter Pettigrew. He buys his continued existence with information, even at the expense of those he does care for. Survival is key to Peter, above all else.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Friendship comes second to survival in Peter’s eyes. He loves his friends dearly, or as dearly as he possibly could, but his own well-being would always have to come first.

Peter sympathizes with the idea of the Dissendium Task Force, though he chooses not to include himself in its inner-workings so he has less to report on the subject. He thinks that Remus, Lily, and Marlene are doing the right thing by protecting those who need safety. He’d take that exit if he could himself.

Peter can feel his friendships slipping through his fingers, like sand that he is trying so desperately to cling to. He used to feel included and an integral part of the group but now he finds that as James has risen and he’s started to betray those he cares for most he’s teetering closer and closer to losing everything that has ever mattered to him.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: Ships: Peter/Chemistry -- Anti-Ships: Peter/Women, Peter/Forced

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

Peter is still afraid of the concept surrounding werewolves. He accepts Remus because Remus was brought up around witches and wizards but he has fear of other half-breeds with less of that magical experience than his friends. Being a half-blood, he feels he’s able to coast when it comes to society. No expectations from a pureblooded standpoint but he’s also not in danger like muggle-borns.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO?

The concept looks really unique and fun, plus seeing how many members were involved and how many characters were taken actually made it seem much more appealing because it sounds like things will be very active.

PLOT DROP IDEAS:

Peter getting caught spying Peter dying is even on the table if you guys need someone to take a fall Kidnapping of characters

ANYTHING ELSE? I hope this was better!

#homenumaccepted #marauders era rp #marauders era roleplay #marauders rp #marauders era rpg

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Musings on traditional occultism, worldview and magical arts.

Artes magicae includes articles on folklore, magic, philosophy, traditional ethics, forgotten lore, mystery cults, the western tradition, witchcraft & osticism. > more by Rev. Dr. R.J. Thompson.

The fetch has been known and misunderstood under many guises that we as humans have ascribed to it. The following are just a few of our (mis)conceptions of this entity: The Holy Guardian Angel of Ceremonial Magick, The anima/us of C.G. Jung, the fylgja of Germanic lore, the personal god of Victor Anderson’s teachings, the spirit, the genius, the daemon, the double, the higher self of the new age and so on. So that I make myself clear the fetch, as I will continue to refer to it through the scope of traditional witchcraft and northern Germanic lore, is the true spirit of each person.

I will go a step further into animism and state that each and every things that occur naturally must have a fetch of sorts.

The fetch is the portion of the soul complex that truly lives on after we are no more.

It is what truly carries word from life to life. As we have seen in the last chapter, the soul and the spirit must be different from each other, contrary to popular belief in the modern world. I also believe that many today that write on the fetch oversimplify what it truly is. The focus of much of the magical work that I have performed in my lifetime has been devoted to understanding the soul complex as it truly is, and in doing so I have come up with some similar, though sometimes decidedly different viewpoints on the functions and essences of these bodies.

The fetch is indeed the spirit, but it is just that a spirit. It is an entity separate from us, not merely our double or soul, as other works often claim. It is a spirit. We only exist because of it! The fetch is closer to the Truth of Godhead than we can ever be as human beings. It is a fragment of the “shattered” Godhead that can understand what it must do in order to restore the Godhead to wholeness. It is the guide that we must contact in order to fulfill the Great Work. It is our guardian, because it needs us to complete it’s work. It is everything to human life, indeed to life itself. In short, we need our fetch, but our fetch also needs us. Confused yet? Allow me to explain.

A magicians rite is personal--casting Expecto Patronus

The Patronus represents that which is hidden, unknown but necessary within the personality.

When a human confronted with inhumane evil, such as the Dementor, they must draw upon resources he or she may never have needed, and the Patronus is the awakened secret self that lies dormant until needed, but which must now be brought to light.

Patronuses take forms that their casters might not expect, for which they have never felt a particular affinity, or (in rare cases) even recognise.

Every Patronus is as unique as its creator and even identical twins have been known to produce very different Patronuses.

It is a general belief held by the wizarding world that only those who are pure of heart are able to cast Patronuses; this, however, is untrue, as several characters with negative personality traits are able to cast a fully-fledged Patronus.

Although generally Dark witches and wizards will not try to produce a Patronus, not having any need for one, most Dark wizards will be devoured by maggots coming from their wand and consuming the caster.

For this reason, Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters were not able to cast a Patronus Charm (not that it was necessary, as they already had the dark creatures under their control via their affinity to darkness, and would have no use for Patronuses).

However, some witches and wizards of questionable morals, such as Dolores Umbridge, are able to produce corporeal Patronuses, with Umbridge doing so despite the fact that she was considered an evil person; her wearing of Salazar Slytherin's Locket, which was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, was what enhanced her strength due to her evil affinity.

She was able to produce a corporeal Patronus due to the enhanced strength. Conversely, Draco Malfoy was unable to cast one despite his waning evil. Severus Snape is the only Death Eater capable of casting the charm, his love for Lily Evans being his redeeming point.

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Patronus Charm

Incantation

Expecto Patronum[1]

(ex-PEK-toh pa-TRO-num)[2]

Type

Charm[1]

Hand movement

Expecto Patronum movement

Light

Silver[1]

Effect

Conjures a spirit guardian[3]

[Source]

"This ancient and mysterious charm conjures a magical guardian, a projection of all your most positive feelings. The Patronus Charm is difficult, and many witches and wizards are unable to produce a full, corporeal Patronus, a guardian which generally takes the shape of the animal with whom they share the deepest affinity. You may suspect, but you will never truly know what form your Patronus will take until you succeed in conjuring it."

—Miranda Goshawk's overview of the Patronus Charm[src]

The Patronus Charm (Expecto Patronum) is the most famous and one of the most powerful defensive charms known to wizardkind.[4] It is an immensely complicated and extremely difficult spell, that evokes a partially-tangible positive energy force known as a Patronus (pl. Patronuses[5]) or spirit guardian.[3] It is the primary protection against Dementors and Lethifolds, against which there are no other defence.

There are two types of Patronuses: corporeal which means a Patronus with a particular shape and form and uncorporeal Patronus. Uncorporeal Patronuses have no particular shape and do not protect against dementors the way corporeal Patronuses do. However, some wizards like Remus Lupin choose to cast uncorporeal Patronuses to hide their identity.

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History

"And out of the end of his wand burst, not a shapeless cloud of mist, but a blinding, dazzling, silver animal. He screwed up his eyes, trying to see what it was. It looked like a horse. It was galloping silently away from him, across the black surface of the lake. He saw it lower its head and charge at the swarming dementors.... "

—Harry Potter's stag Patronus fending off hundreds of Dementors[src]

It is evident from old woodcuts and scrolls that the Patronus Charm has been used since ancient times.[6] Therefore, it is unknown who created it, or when it was first invented.[6] The charm also has a long association with those fighting for lofty or noble causes (those able to produce corporeal Patronuses were often elected to high office within the Wizengamot and Ministry of Magic).[4]

According to legend one of the most famous Patronuses of all time was a lowly mouse, which belonged to a young wizard called Illyius.[7] Illyius cast the Patronus Charm when his village was being attacked by the Dark wizard Raczidian and his army of Dementors. Despite the mouse's diminutive size, it shone with a brilliant light, bringing the Dementors to a halt as it nimbly moved through the ranks of fleeing villagers.[8] Enraged, Raczidian decided to enter the fray himself, and tried to summon a Patronus to ward off Illyius's mouse. However, he failed to remember that only the pure of heart can produce a Patronus, and thus for the first time in history, it was revealed what happens when a competent, but unworthy wizard or witch attempts the spell. Maggots shot out of Raczidian's wand and quickly devoured him as they engulfed his entire body. The villagers hailed Illyius as a hero.[8]

Stag Patronus

Harry Potter's stag Patronus fends off hundreds of Dementors

Harry Potter took anti-dementor lessons in order to learn the advanced charm and so was one of the youngest to attempt this charm with actual results. During a Quidditch match against Ravenclaw in 1994 he cast his very first corporeal Patronus and again in June when he along with Hermione Granger and Sirius Black were being attacked by over a hundred Dementors, he cast a corporeal Patronus powerful enough to drive them all away.

In 1995, Harry cast the charm against a boggart that he thought was a dementor during the third task of the Triwizard Tournament. The following summer he came under attack by two Dementors and managed to drive them away with the charm, leading to him being put on trial for underage magic in an attempt to discredit him.

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Harry Potter teaching the members of the D.A. the charm

Harry also taught the members of Dumbledore's Army the charm and some were even successful in casting it.

The charm was used frequently to ward off dementors such as when the trio escaped from the Ministry of Magic after obtaining the Horcrux locket and during the Battle of Hogwarts. Severus Snape also conjured a Patronus to guide Harry to the hiding place of the Sword of Gryffindor.

The Order of the Phoenix would send out messages with their Patronuses such as Kingsley Shacklebolt and Arthur Weasley who in 1997 delivered warnings.

Nature

The Patronus represents that which is hidden, unknown but necessary within the personality.[4] When a human confronted with inhuman evil, such as the Dementor, they must draw upon resources he or she may never have needed, and the Patronus is the awakened secret self that lies dormant until needed, but which must now be brought to light.[4] Patronuses take forms that their casters might not expect, for which they have never felt a particular affinity, or (in rare cases) even recognise.[4] Every Patronus is as unique as its creator and even identical twins have been known to produce very different Patronuses.[4]

The unusual witches and wizards who produce a Patronus that takes the form of their favourite animal is an indicator of obsession or eccentricity.[4] Here is a wizard who may not be able to hide their essential self in common life, who may, indeed, parade tendencies that others might prefer to conceal.[4] Whatever the form of their Patronus, you would be well-advised to show respect, and occasionally caution, towards a witch or wizard who produces the Patronus of their choice.[4]

Casting

Harry Potter: "And how do you conjure it?"

Remus Lupin: "With an incantation, which will work only if you are concentrating, with all your might, on a single, very happy memory."

— Discussion on how to conjure a Patronus[src]

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Luna Lovegood casting her corporeal hare Patronus

The vast majority of witches and wizards are unable to produce any form of Patronus, and to create even an intangible one is generally considered a mark of superior magical ability. Rubeus Hagrid is an example of a wizard that cannot conjure any form of Patronus, as the charm is too difficult for him.

Given their long affinity with humans it is perhaps unsurprising that among the most common Patronuses when cast (although it must be remembered that any corporeal Patronus is highly unusual) are dogs, cats, and horses.

To successfully cast the spell, one begins by mustering the happiest memory they can think of (the happier the memory, the better the charm will work). Alternatively, one could imagine a scenario that would make for a very happy memory, as Harry did for his D.A.D.A. O.W.L. The next step is to begin drawing circles with their wand so as to increase the power of their spell. They must then say the incantation, Expecto Patronum; the Patronus will come from the tip of the wand and can be directed towards a target by pointing one's wand at said target. It is possible to disguise the form one's Patronus takes, which was done both by Severus Snape to hide his love for Lily Evans, and by Remus Lupin, who felt it would give away his condition.

Also some witches and wizards may be unable to produce a Patronus at all until they have undergone some kind of psychic shock.

Difficulty__

"That's very, very advanced magic."

—The difficulty and complexity of the charm

The Patronus Charm is widely regarded as advanced magic, far beyond N.E.W.T.-level; in 1994 Remus Lupin stated that the charm was, in fact "ridiculously advanced".This charm was, indeed, so perilous, few wizards/witches could conjure up a true Patronus. It is very complex and many qualified wizards and witches have trouble with it. In fact, Harry Potter is one of the youngest known wizards able to cast a Patronus; he was taught how to do so in early 1994 at the age of thirteen by Remus Lupin. In a Dumbledore's Army lesson, Harry taught the members how to use the charm. Some were even successful in casting a corporeal form, though Harry said this might be because there was no Dementor to make them frightened.

However, three members were later able to cast corporeal Patronuses in the presence of Dementors. Being able to cast a patronus, whilst fighting Dementors or not, is not required to graduate from Hogwarts so it is something that is taught under special circumstances.

#5) Praxis of magic through history

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Sacred archaic rituals being held in honour and dedication of magic come in many forms. Divination has many forms and from the most ancient magical history books, almost every ancient culture through antiqity had methods of interpretating unpredictable outcomes determined by omens as rites.

Ritual as a practice is ancient itself, so much so it is a spiritual awakening. -650 B.C. - References to magic are abundant in the ancient Greek myths among the classical founding pagan cultures of Europe, connected to the neighbouring Egyptian and Persian ones. Often centered around women of divine origin, nymphs and priests, from Ariadne to Calypso, Circe to Medea, Hermes to Hecate, magic, divination and necromancy are widespread and intertwined with cthonic Gods and monsters, oracles and heroes.

50–300 A.D. - The Acetabularii performed the Cups and balls in ancient Rome using stones and small vinegar cups (hence the name Acetabularii). The Acetabularii are a group of magicians specializing on the cups and balls effect.

400–1000 - The Dark Ages; little is known about the history of magic, but much of it was associated with the occult and magic as entertainment is not prominent.

1000–1500 - The Middle Ages where much magic was associated with the occult and witchcraft. The growing trading nature of society allowed some street or circus performers to make a living out of old classics such as the cups and balls and in fact more modern ideas such as cheating by short changing via sleights with coins and other small objects.

, is reflective of Neo-Paganism, and makes use of much of the magical practices of Stregoneria but does not include elements of Catholic-based folk magic, which displaced the pre-Christian enchanted worldview in Italian culture.

Stregoneria is the modern word in Italian that is commonly translated into English as the word witchcraft. In the Italian dictionary—Vocabolario della Lingua (Nicola Zanichelli, 1970)—stregoneria is defined as a magical practice intended to produce harm or illness. The statement that stregoneria refers to a harmful magical practice is supported by ethnologist Elsa Guggino, who states that words related to stregoneria are always used disparagingly to describe someone practicing malevolent magic (Stregoneria: The "Old Religion" in Italy from Historical to Modern Times, by Marguerite Rigoglioso, 2000). This is also noted by scholar Gary R. Varner, in his book Charles G. Leland: The Man & the Myth, in which he states that the word strega (witch) is a disparaging term used to denote those who practice black magic, and that the term "maga" is used to denote those who practice white magic and healing.

Anthropologist Sabina Magliocco, in her article titled "Spells, Saints and Streghe: Folk Magic and Healing in Italy," remarks that "At one time, many villages had a number of folk healers who could cure a variety of illnesses, They ranged from those who cured with herbs, magic formulas and prayers to professional sorcerers who were called in serious cases of magical attack. In practice, however, these practitioners overlapped, since almost any illness could be judged to be the result of a magical working. Folk healers seldom referred to themselves as streghe (although their neighbors might call them such), but as fattuccchiere, "fixers," maghi (masculine plural; singular mago), maghe (feminine plural; sing. maga), "magic-workers."

In contrast to the academic and historical evidence some modern practitioners of Stregoneria claim that the term is an umbrella for the Folk Magic practices of Italy. The use of the word Stregoneria to describe Italian Folk Magic is common mostly among Italian-American practitioners. Practitioners of Folk Magic traditionally would usually be called something along the lines of fixers, healers, or those who help, but to be called a witch would be a direct insult. Virtually all practitioners would have considered themselves Roman Catholic and witches in Italian folklore and Roman Catholicism are traditionally connected to the devil.

Practices of Stregoneria include making Brevi, or charm bags, and healing the Malocchio Although Stregoneria does indeed make use of a variety of Catholic practices, due to the use of magic Stregoneria, unlike Benedicaria, tends to be more at odds with the teachings of the Catholic Church, blending Catholic and Pre-Christian traditions.

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It’s a New Year for us, writers, even if it’s still December ‘77 in the game! Interested in starting up some new plots to shout about 2019? Not entirely sure where to start?

Based on the canon information we have available, and what we know about certain characters’ futures, here are a few examples of common ground between our currently taken group of characters that can be helpful to keep in mind... ***

*** Note: Admin Amanda is whipping this up based mostly on memory and bios, so please let us know (and don’t be offended!) if anything here is inaccurate or has omissions! It can be fixed up right away and was not intentional.

CURRENT DEATH EATERS (& ADJACENT)

Antonin Dolohov

Sebastian Nott

Bellatrix Black

Rodolphus Lestrange

Harper Baddock

Marya Warrington - not a death eater, but married to a very influential one

Anastazie Dolohov - not a death eater, but the younger sister of one

Narcissa Black - not a death eater, but the future wife of one

CURRENT ORDER MEMBERS

Gretchen Ollivander - with an ex who is a current death eater o0o0o0oooo

Vince Sinclair

Alice Fortescue

Geraldine Ollivander - not an Order member, but related to one

FUTURE DEATH EATERS

Alecto Carrow

Amycus Carrow

Rabastan Lestrange

Regulus Black - future defector

Evan Rosier

FUTURE ORDER MEMBERS (& ADJACENT)

Benjy Fenwick

Dorcas Meadowes

Sirius Black

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Emmeline Vance

Mary Macdonald - not a future Order member, but is offered involvement and declines

Davey Gudgeon - not a future Order member, but will live and be romantically involved with one, which is delicious and complicated

MINISTRY AND FUTURE MINISTRY

Antonin Dolohov - current

Amelia Bones - future

Emma Vanity - future

Gretchen Ollivander - she has many jobs, including one as Antonin’s secretary

Alice Fortescue - current, auror in training

Ava Avery - current

Rodolphus Lestrange - current

PUREBLOOD HIGH SOCIETY MEMBERS

Ava Avery

Celeste Greengrass

Alecto Carrow

Amycus Carrow

Anastazie Dolohov

Andromeda Black - later defects from society/ her family for Ted

Antonin Dolohov

Bellatrix Black

Narcissa Black

Evan Rosier

Rodolphus Lestrange

Sebastian Nott

Regulus Black

Emma Vanity

Marya Warrington

Lucinda Talkalot

Rabastan Lestrange

CHARACTERS WITH NOTABLE NON-MINISTRY JOBS

Vince Sinclair - Daily Prophet

Geraldine Ollivander - Wandmaking apprentice

Harper Baddock - Hotel chain CEO

Charity Burbage - future professor (distant)

Remus Lupin - future professor (distant)

ROOMMATES

Alecto Carrow AND Emma Vanity AND Lucinda Talkalot AND Andromeda Black

Lily Evans AND Mary Macdonald

Amos Diggory AND Davey Gudgeon AND Ted Tonks

Amycus Carrow AND Evan Rosier AND Rabastan Lestrange

Dorcas Meadowes AND Emmeline Vance

James Potter AND Sirius Black AND Remus Lupin

Charity Burbage AND Gladys Gudgeon

Celeste Greengrass AND Narcissa Black

GENERAL PLOTTING QUESTIONS

What is your dream plot? Where do you want your character to go? Having an end goal in mind can help set up the necessary mini-plots, threads and connections that play into a full arc. No good plot comes out of thin air, so what can you do now to work toward a satisfying plot movement later?

Are you bringing ideas to other writers, based on what plots you want for your character or ideas that their character and current plots have inspired? Waiting for other writers to come to you often leads to no plot movement at all – we all know one another well here, and making sure that you’re pulling your plotting weight is a HUGE part of collaborative writing.

QUESTIONS FOR FUTURE DEATH EATERS

Admittance to the Death Eaters is extremely difficult and extremely secret. Even initiated members – who have earned the trust of the others in the ranks and of the Dark Lord, and have committed acts of Dark Magic to prove themselves – aren’t guaranteed a Dark Mark unless they’re in the inner circle. Nobody goes out for a night of drinking and wakes up with a Dark Mark branded into them like a regrettable tattoo, so...

How is your character going to be recruited? Who recruits them, and what do they have to do to prove themselves?

What is your character’s opinion on the war? On blood purity?

Why are they (or will they be) interested in serving? Why is it worth the risk, to them? Is it worth the risk to them?

How will they keep their involvement secret from friends and family when the time comes?

What isn’t worth it for them – what will they have to give up once involved? What are their fears and anxieties?

How do they feel about Lord Voldemort himself, outside of the cause?

How will their involvement affect them outside of their actual missions – the use of Dark Magic, the suspicion by the authorities, being surrounded by death all the time, etc.

QUESTIONS FOR FUTURE ORDER MEMBERS

How is your character going to be recruited? Who recruits them, and what do they have to do to prove themselves? Gretchen, Vince and others are keeping their eyes wide open to try and bring promising people into the fold. Nobody joins the ranks without an invitation - who is inviting them, and what will they do to warrant that invitation?

What is your character’s opinion on the war? On blood purity?

What can your character contribute to the Order? What branches of magic are they best at, or what other skills do they bring to the table?

Why are they (or will they be) interested in serving? Why is it worth the risk, to them? Is it worth the risk to them?

How will they keep their involvement secret from friends and family when the time comes?

What isn’t worth it for them – what will they have to give up once involved? What are their fears and anxieties?

Who will mentor them within the Order, and how will their service affect other areas of their life?

QUESTIONS FOR CURRENT STUDENTS

OWLs and NEWTS are this year for many of the students. What subjects are they taking?

What are their career goals? Are those goals attainable or will they have to readjust?

How are they feeling about life outside of the castle – are they anxious, or are they ready to stand on their own two feet? How will the current seventh years adjust from being the Big Kids on campus to the youngest and least experienced members of the graduated magical community?

Programs such as cursebreaking, becoming an auror, etc. aren’t jobs you just walk into. They take preparation, application and a training program. What groundwork can be laid now?

#whoisleftplotting #whoisleftadmin

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SARA for the role of REGULUS BLACK using the faceclaim NICOLE MAINES.

I am very excited about your portrayal of this character! Not only have you given life to the plots hinted at in the skeleton, but you’ve threaded new layers of meaning into Regulus’ story. I can’t wait to see them explored on the dash!

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Name: Sara

Age: im a fandom grandparent

Pronouns: they/them

Activity Level: I’m around every day and enjoy making a mess of things in game

Other: No triggers though my character might end up triggering others. I’ll make sure to tag.

Acknowledgement: I acknowledge that the themes of this game may include triggering elements. I also acknowledge that my character may be harmed, coerced, or even killed (with player’s consent) during paras/events or may cause harm to or kill others during paras/events. Yep here4themess

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Name: Regulus Arcturus Black

Age: 19 | January 23rd

Ships: Regulus is rather aromantic in manner so a romantic is unlikely. Even still, I’d be happy to try any ships, any nonromantic ships etc. Warning: please read the whole app prior to seeking a ship with Regulus given that any sort of romantic/nonromantic/sexual ship might contain triggering experiences.

TBH my dream ships are probably more found family/family oriented… polyamorous with an asexual asshole who is a little skew?

Gender/Pronouns: publicly Regulus is still he/him but there will be a blending and fucking up of pronouns as Regulus explores and comprehends her gender (likely ultimate ending but nonbinary is also possible). This is different then how i sometimes write trans characters because in this game one aspect of her narrative will be the concept of growing up and understanding she can be who she wants to be. Even if Regulus knew from a young age (which not all trans people do), Regulus would have innately rejected the idea because of the pride his mother has(d) in having the two heirs at a cost. This became even more pressing when Sirius left his role as heir and it landed to Regulus–suddenly Regulus’ choices shrank even more. Its only in death that she has started to comprehend that there are choices now.

So pronouns will be flying ALL THE WAYS but mostly reflecting how the character is presenting EXTERNALLY to others. FC will remain static but may not be used all the time due to the lack of stable presentation.

For this app He/Him were used exclusively as up until perhaps the past year Regulus presented exclusively as he/him.

Headcanon for transitioning Attisgalli Corrective Draught.

Face Claim: please provide two face claim options.

Nicole Maines

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Please note, while this game is “canon” up until the start of the Wizarding War it does not stay canon and it’s quite divergent at the start of the game.

biography:

The Black Family is too old of a family line not to have gotten… muddled (never muddied) in the past. It shows on the family tree in little notations (a dark red swirl like an ink blot on their shoulder for vampire) or in burn-marks where a person used to be (for scum of the earth traitor). Sometimes, Regulus’ mother sniffed when explaining this, certain family members couldn’t do what needed to be done.

A little pruning never hurt anyone–not any more then a little cultivating did.

Regulus and Sirius Black might have been half brothers but that was simply the most prudent action their parents could take to make absolutely certain the bloodline continued. Sure, children that shared both parents blood would have been ideal but with Druella only providing girls and Orion not providing any… Walburga Black was always very good at problem solving. Perhaps the only problem she failed to solve was her eldest son Sirius–or maybe she almost fixed it with Regulus.

If Sirius Black was loud and brash and bright–Regulus was the opposite. He was a late talker and when he did start talking it was almost always a last mumbled as a last resort. It wasn’t that Regulus wasn’t intelligent but that he struggled to organize his thoughts and provide them to others–something that continued through childhood, through Hogwarts, and beyond. He preferred chess and finding patterns within potions, charms, and even Quidditch to social obligations.

Prone to being misunderstood when he did attempt to make friends (he wasn’t threatening that girl, he was warning her so she wouldn’t be hurt), Regulus over values any and all friends or family he has. As such, any disowning, death, or friendship breakup has been taken incredibly personally. Its no excuse, and Regulus knows that now more then ever, but the need for connection and purpose helped drive his passion for Voldemort. Regulus believed in what Voldemort was fighting, becoming a Death Eater would provide a structure that Regulus knew he would need outside of Hogwarts while learning how to manage the Black family vaults and investments, and there was a social aspect, too.

For all that Regulus was good at strategy and understanding how seemingly fragmented pieces of information fit together: he was too slow to understand what Voldemort’s real goals were and what they ultimately meant for his family (and the wizarding world, but his family, of course, was paramount). Regulus Black never woke up one day and started believing muggleborns were ‘okay’ or that his innate belief system was wrong. He woke up one day and realized that the few people he cared about were in danger in a way they did not, could not, understand.

The vampire blood was easy to get, although he hardly thought it would work. He had long since been in the habit of visiting Narcissa and feeding the prisoner James Potter. Adding a fail safe into James’ layers of memory charms was not easy but necessary. Most likely, even with the blood, even with over a month of planning, Regulus was certain he was going to die.

Which he did. It just didn’t stick.

It’s been almost a year since then and Regulus isn’t sure if it was the potion, the vampire blood, the way he died, or if he’s finally just turning into his mother’s child in ways he never wanted to–but Regulus Black can’t seem to get a grip on his emotions, or his tongue, the way he used to. In some ways, though, its a relief–like finally being able to peel off an ill-fitting skin for something new.

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my character is:

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A Belief that is Wrong

Please Describe a Belief your character has that is wrong. It can be something we, as players, know is wrong (ex. prejudice against werewolves ). Alternatively: How is your character lying to themselves (and how is is it shown externally).

Regulus has always had something about organization and if he thinks about it too much even he would have to acknowledge that it’s a lie. But Regulus generally doesn’t pay that much attention to the reality surrounding these habits, only the relief it brings him. His clothes are always pressed–even in his closet of a space with the Radical Alliance. The robes are cleaned, and charmed pressed, and hunt up in a very specific order. His bed is exactly one inch from the left wall. The trunk he keeps things in is under the bed and must not touch any of the posts or the wall. He keeps things perfectly separated inside the trunk. He counted the flur de lis on the carpet between his and Sirius’ bedrooms over and over and over again as a child. He can tell anyone how many panes of glass are in the windows at Hogwarts and even differentiate between wings of the castle. These habits (because, of course, that’s all they are, all they will ever be) didn’t start out so all encompassing but as Regulus grew up, as life became more complicated, choices too limited, finding ways to control it (even illogical ones) seemed to be the only answer.

If things are clean enough. If things are the right number. If he stops counting at the right moment, if he taps the right pattern : everything will be fine. There’s arithmancy in everything, he tells himself, because life has always been more bearable when he believes it to be true.

Job

Is Regulus Black Doing Anything? He isn’t sure, really. Certainly he doesn’t have a job–he’s never worked a traditional job a day in his life! He’s no longer a Death Eater. Can he continue to look after his family’s finances if he is, in a sense, dead?

Does he want to be alive? –Regulus wonders this sometimes, believing it not to be any sort of suicidal ideation but a simple, obvious question. Should he be alive? The answer is no.

Does he want to be–he doesn’t know.

As far as anyone knows (particularly Remus but also Marcus and Narcissa), Regulus Black has no job and is doing nothing but trying to pour his scrambled eggs of brain and impulse control back into some semblance of viability. Underneath that, Regulus Black is trying to pour his scrambled eggs of brain and impulse control back into some semblance of viability…and remember just what his next steps were supposed to be regarding the horcrux.

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Writing Sample:

He’s at the stairs. Not the grand stars at the front of the house that fork and twist along the side of the foyer–but the back stairs. Servants stairs his mother would hiss if she saw them except none of their family have ever employed household staff.

House elves are bad enough, his mother says in his ear and Regulus jerks, expecting to feel her breath on his cheek but–nothing. Its nothing.

“I’ve food for the prisoner.” He says but its pointless because no one is listening. No one has been listening since Peter Pettigrew. Since Dumbledore. Since James. It is a mistake but they haven’t realized it yet.

He’s stood too long, frozen above the narrow staircase with a silver tray. Someone will see you–the thought hisses through his mind and Regulus knows, suddenly, with a clarity he’s been lacking: its not real. It’s not a part of this. A dream? The idea s fleeting and wilts under a brush of light as the curtains behind him are pulled open.

“Then go ahead, darling.” Narcissa says.

The memory jerks, skitters, speeds up.

“I’ve food for the prisoner.” He says. “I’ve food for–”

Regulus is down stairs and the food is gone, shoved to the side. The lip of the tray is pressed into his ankle but Regulus ignores it because–James.

“Listen to me,” Regulus is saying. It’s strange, like none of this is real because he can’t feel any of it. The words fall from his mouth because where is his tongue? His wand is tight in his left hand, the swirls carved into its handle cutting into his palm. He should smell blood, he thinks.

There’s nothing, though. The room is bleary with weak autumn light from a small window about ten feet above them. There’s a bed but James isn’t allowed to use it. He’s on the floor. Regulus is on the floor. No, he’s straddling James–James can’t move during this or else–or else.

James tenses under him and Regulus grabs a fist full of James’ fraying robes. “This is serious.” The robes are too tattered to bruise when Regulus’ jerks them. He can’t strangle James (and wouldn’t even if it would be a mercy)

“Why should I?” James, the fucker–it had been a month and he still had that smirk except there’s blood at the corner and this time (not the first time) Regulus can feel his stomach growl at the sight of it.

“It’s important.” Regulus has his wand pressed at James’ temple and his mouth brushes James’ cheek when he leans in to whisper. “You’ll thank me later.”

Regulus Black has never been good at mind magic.

When Regulus wakes up, he tastes salt water and bile.

Exploration:

Please share three things you’d like to explore. This could be a character changing sides, darker themes, or basic fiction tropes.

Family Lines: I think this game provides a particularly interesting set of circumstances regarding possible family lines. First there’s Narcissa and her condition–how did that happen? Possibly Regulus, trying to manage his life post cave and fucking up again ( or maybe it was a blessing?) I like to headcanon that maybe Alphard was a vampire and thats where the blood came from (open to other options). Speaking of, how has Walburga doing? And then there’s, of course, Sirius and all the brother’s baggage which is made even more complicated as (if this set up is accepted) Regulus sort of used Sirius’ best friend as a last will and testament–not that James remembers it yet. Last, … does Regulus even count as a live anymore and if not who has inherited ?

A Family Curse: The Black family has never exactly been known for its cool head and steady hands but Regulus, for all his somewhat muffled anxieties, has mostly stood out as awkward but not particularly memorable. In fact, it’s safe to say without his last name (and grades) Regulus probably wouldn’t have gotten much notice at all. That has largely changed now, although Regulus has trouble pin pointing why and how. There are a lot of factors, many of which no one else knows, and Regulus should care about that. He should be highly concerned–but those concerns evaporate before he can even generate a game plan to consider addressing it. Most seem to assume that its just Regulus taking after his mother. TLDR I’m interested in seeing what information he drops (likely not entirely clearly) without thinking it through and how the changes in demeanor and method impact both those who grew up with Regulus Black and those who didn’t. Don’t worry about wangst, I’m much more interested in throwing weird or intense tings at others then have Regulus mope.

Choices mixed in with all of that, Regulus has found himself well and truly on his own about making choices for the first time in his life. Sure, Remus might have ideas on what he should do, and Sirius, and Marcus, and Narcissa—but all of them have different goals, different expectations of what Regulus could do and in the end, Regulus doesn’t have to do anything. At the onset the only thing he does know is that he must do something about the horcrux…but how? When, where, and why? I want to see how different interactions with various characters might influence those choices and how Regulus handles managing his own reigns ow for better or for worse.

Gender: its so easy to boil gender and trans experience into one narrative but so often things are far…messier then that. Regulus is a character who hasn’t felt the ability to think overly hard (or pursue if he has thought of it) alternatives to gender even if the Wix Community at large is accepting (people turn into frogs, after all). This game provides a unique chance to explore gender through the lense of a character who is learning and failing and not overly confident (or overly feminine) but genuine in that (at least) if nothing else. Also, does being a vampire effect Attisgalli Corrective Draught?

Extras:

Anything else you’d like to provide?

#quartusbellumaccept #marauders roleplay #lsprg #hp skeleton #hprp

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Lily J. Evans Potter

Lily J. Evans was born to Mr and Mrs Evans, two Muggles of the Evans family, on 30 January, 1960. Her family lives in Cokeworth, England. She has an older sister named Petunia, whom she was quite close to. At the age of nine, Lily became friends with Severus Snape, who lived down in Spinner's End, which was within walking distance of the Evans' house. However, her family was apparently better off, since Petunia sneered at Snape for coming from that poverty-stricken neighborhood

Severus was the first person to tell Lily that she was a witch, and he went on to teach Lily a great deal about the wizarding world while the two eagerly awaited the time when they could attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry together. Lily's magical abilities and friendship with Severus caused problems between the Evans sisters. Envying her sister's abilities, Petunia wrote to Dumbledore, asking if she could attend Hogwarts with Lily. However, the headmaster kindly refused her petition.

At the age of eleven, Lily bought her wand from Ollivanders in Diagon Alley. The wand was 10¼ inches, willow, "swishy", and according to Garrick Ollivander, good for charm work. Shortly before her depart to Hogwarts, Lily and Petunia argued about magic again. Her sister called her a "freak" for possess that power and said it was better that she went to that school so "normal people" would be safe. At the age of eleven, Lily started attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where she was Sorted into Gryffindor house. She became quite skilled at Potions, attracting the attention of Professor Horace Slughorn, who made her a member of his Slug Club for the students that he considered talented and possibly successful in the future.

In her fifth year, Lily stood up for her then best friend, Severus Snape, when he was being bullied by James Potter. Lily attempted to stop his bullying, addressing James only by his surname and vice versa in this moment. However, Snape lashed out at her in his humiliation, calling her a "filthy Mudblood." He then begged for Lily's forgiveness, but she asked him if he still intended to join the Death Eaters. When he didn't deny this, Lily realised that Snape did not understand what was wrong with the Death Eaters. This led to a parting of ways between Lily and Snape, as the former had already become dismayed by Snape's fascination with the Dark Arts and friendship with his Slytherin house-mates Mulciber and Avery, both of whom were aspiring Death Eaters.

By Lily's fifth year, James had developed a crush on her, but she didn't reciprocate, calling him an "arrogant toerag" because he bullied other students, particularly her former best friend. While she didn't approve of his bullying, she did admire how James stood up for his friends and other people who were cruelly treated by aspiring-Death Eater.

During their seventh year, James matured somewhat, proving himself to be responsible and brave. However, it is implied that he still had the desire to bully Snape, but was willing to stop actually doing it for Lily's sake. This led to her agreeing to go out with him; gaining genuine affection for him in the process. Due to their academic achievement, skill, and responsibility, the young couple eventually were chosen to be Head Boy and Head Girl.

In late 1977, Lily and James had a disastrous first meeting with Petunia and her then-fiancé, Vernon Dursley, which took place over Christmas break. The evening ended with both Vernon and Petunia storming out of the restaurant and Lily bursting into tears.Petunia was married by the end of 1977. Though Lily and James were invited to the wedding, her sister refused to have Lily as a bridesmaid, upsetting her deeply.

Sometime after graduating from Hogwarts in 1978, Lily and James married, the wedding took place sometime between the summer of 1978 and the autumn of 1979, with Sirius serving as James' best man. Petunia and Vernon refused to attend the wedding, and Lily had little contact with her sister from that point on. Living off James' family fortune, the Potters became full-time members of the Order of the Phoenix, an organisation dedicated to fighting Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters, along with their friends Sirius, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. During the war, Lily and James defied Voldemort on at least three occasions, the first being when they refused to join his cause when he tried to recruit them.

Lily became pregnant in the autumn of 1979. Around the same time, Sybill Trelawney made a prophecy in front of Albus Dumbledore, predicting that "the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches" and would be "born to those who have thrice defied him". The first part of the prophecy was overheard by Lily's ex-friend, Snape, who had since become a Death Eater.

The Potters went into hiding while Lily was still pregnant.Their son, Harry James Potter, was born on 31 July, 1980. Due to the danger they were in, Lily and James chose to keep Harry's christening a "very hurried, quiet affair" with Sirius as the only guest. The couple also chose Sirius to be their son's godfather. Lily sent a birth announcement to Petunia; it was to be the last piece of information she ever sent her sister, though Petunia would later send Lily a vase for that Christmas.

The Fidelius Charm was placed on their home in Godric's Hollow. Their Secret-Keeper, Peter, was chosen as a less-likely target for the Death Eaters than Sirius, but he betrayed the Potters by telling Voldemort of their whereabouts barely a week later.

Lily is a beautiful woman with thick, dark red hair that falls to her shoulders, and almond-shaped, bright green eyes. Lily is known for being a vivacious, talented, and popular student. She was a responsible student and leader to be Head Girl in her final year at Hogwarts. Horace Slughorn noted that Lily was witty and charming. Remus Lupin once described her as an uncommonly kind person with a habit of seeing the best in others, even when they could not see it themselves. Lily is a woman of sound moral principles and would stand by them no matter what it cost her, though her actions sometimes were ineffective.

Though she has a sharp tongue and had no problems in standing up to others when she is in a temper, Lily is still the type of person who would give others a second chance when they had proven themselves worthy of it.

Since even Lord Voldemort was willing to overlook Lily's Muggle-born status and ask her to join him, this is proof that she was a truly powerful and accomplished witch. She was noted for her particular talent in Potion-making and was able to conjure a corporeal doe Patronus, a mark of superior magical ability.

Magical abilities and skills

Love: Lily displayed a tremendous amount of love throughout her life. When she was only 21 years old, she lovingly sacrificed her own life for her only son despite being given the choice to leave him behind and live. It was this very sacrifice that enabled Harry to survive the Killing Curse, which rebounded off him and destroyed Voldemort's body. It protected her son from her murderer for 16 years after her death, especially due to their blood connection.

Duelling: Along with her husband James, Lily was able to defy and escape Lord Voldemort three times, which showcased her remarkable talent in martial magic.

Potions: According to Slughorn, Lily was an excellent potioneer who impressed him. She had an "instinctual understanding" of the subject.

Charms: Lily excelled in charm-work - her wand was described as being "nice for Charms work". She was able to animate teapots to make "[them] sing" and effectively conjure a corporeal doe Patronus, which is an incredibly advanced piece of protective magic.

Transfiguration: Lily was revealed to have been proficient in transfiguration. When home from Hogwarts for the holidays, she "turned teacups into rats". She also transfigured a lily petal into a fish, which Slughorn described as "beautiful magic, wondrous to behold".

Control of Underage Magic: Before attending Hogwarts, Lily already had a level of control over her magic - once she literally flew into the air after jumping off a swing and subsequently slowed her descent to lightly land on the ground. She also went on to manipulate a flower to open and close its petals like "some bizarre, many-lipped oyster".

from Harry Potter WIki

VERSES

Hogwarts Years Verse: This focuses on Lily's years at Hogwarts. Especially fifth, sixth and seventh year, mostly sitxth and seventh tho. For unplotted things I'll just randomly choose one, however for plotted things I will most likely specify which year. For now the individual years stay untagged. This might changes later. follows canon heavily influenced by headcanons. ( muggle born witch grown // 𝓛.𝓟. marauder era verse. )

The Other Chosen One Verse: The Longbottoms and the Potters get told about the prophecy and since Dumbledore can't really tell which boy it's about, both families go into hiding. However Voldemort chooses the Longbottom's son and after torturing their secret keeper, he finds the family and kills them, failing to kill little Neville and disappears. Everyone assumes he is dead. James and Lily survive and get to raise Harry. ( not marked by death // 𝓛.𝓟. the other chosen one verse. )

Ghost Verse: Everything follows canon until Lily dies. However she can not pass to the other side, then she got an unfinished business. The urge to make sure her son, Harry, is alright keeps her here. Dumbledore forbade her to contact Harry before he got his Hogwarts letter, but let her move to Hogwarts, where she is now living as one of the ghosts. ( darling dearest dead // 𝓛.𝓟. ghost verse. )

Future/Golden Era Verse: Dumbledore sends some members of the Order on a mission at the Ministry, which includes Lily too. They get into a fight and Lily has an accident with some time turners and another unidentified objects that sends her into the future. Dumbledore can't explain what happened, but since Lily doesn't have a place to go, he decides to let her go back to school, since she can still pass as a student and live in Gryffindor until he figures out a solution to send her back in her own time. ( lost in time // 𝓛.𝓟. golden era verse. )

Professor Potter Verse: As Porfessor Slughorn plans his retirement, he decides to write his old student, Lily Evans - now Potter, a letter asking her how she would feel about taking the position, as he plans to put in a few good words for. After thinking about it for a few days Lily decides she likes the idea and ends up being the new Potions teacher at Hogwarts. ( the student becomes the master // 𝓛.𝓟. professor verse. )

Fantastic Beasts Verse: Lily was born in 1899. After finishing her education at Hogwarts, she decided to become a healer at St. Mungo’s. A few years into her education, Lily travelled abroad, to gain experience at other healing institutions as well. It can depend on the thread, if she went to New York, Paris or if she is back in England. In this verse she is not married to James Potter and clearly Harry wasn’t born. ( a different time a different place // 𝓛.𝓟. fantastic beasts verse. )

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LEARN MORE ABOUT PERSEPHONE THURKELL

P e r s e p h o n e is the middle child born to a squib and a witch. She is the only one out of the three children that i s a s q u i b but came from a family that always told her that even though she lacked magic, that didn’t mean she was less than anyone else. Her family was known to produce a lot of quibs, one generation even had seven brothers who were all squibs. That didn’t mean that they were worthless. She had talents too, they said. For the longest time she didn’t really know what they were but then she started s i n g i n g . She just sang once, at a family get together and blew her parents and the rest of her family away. That is when she realized she had a gift and that she would work on it. That was probably the only thing that would keep her interesting to the wizarding world.

She was around ten when the S q u i b s R i g h t s m a r c h e s took place and she cried as she heard that they had been attacked. She’d always known that squibs such as her father were r e j e c t e d by the magical community but the pure hatred that lived within some for people like them scared her as a child and enraged her as she grew up. It formed her into the d e f i a n t w o m a n she is today, but I digress.

Persy, as she was lovingly called by family and friends, was e d u c a t e d a t a M u g g l e s c h o o l but never felt like one of the Muggles. She had to h i d e the world she lived in and the abilities her mother and her brothers had. The Muggle world was also very ignorant about h o m o s e x u a l i t y and while there were some ignorant wizards and witches, homosexuals such as herself were more easily accepted. While some squibs loved the Muggle world, she really d i d n ’ t f e e l a t h o m e . She was a member of the magical society and she wanted to be seen as such. Her father did tell her to make sure she had a Muggle back up plan, in case she couldn’t find work in the magical community. She eventually chose to study to become a h a i r d r e s s e r , but she never did anything with it.

She preferred to pursue her s i n g i n g c a r e e r and actually started singing at the Leaky Cauldron when she was sixteen. It took her a few years to make a name as a bar singer but now every pub in magical England has heard of the sultry singer Persephone, which is what she goes by when she sings. To get enough money to live on her own, she is now also singing in Muggle London, and she is making quite good money.

Through her singing, she came into contact with a lot of people. She w a s n ’ t v e r y v o c a l about where she stood in the war because she wanted as many fans as she could get, but when asked, she did say what her opinions were. She didn’t like those people that murdered and killed, that was for sure. It was all very strange how she e n d e d u p a l l y i n g w i t h t h e O r d e r o f t h e P h o e n i x but she did.

She is now used to gather information, by e n t e r t a i n i n g D e a t h E a t e r s and people who allied with them, with her singing and s e d u c i n g t h e m . She never slept with any of them, unless it was a lady who was particularly sexy and she never regretted that. She is good at it, just as good as she is at singing. Extracting information and making love, for your information.

It is a dangerous game she is playing, but she supports the Order and they are the ones that she hopes will support her quest for s q u i b r i g h t s after the war. She can’t be too sure, they’re too busy with fighting this war, but she has the highest hopes.

CONNECTIONS

ROMANTIC

first kiss - sirius black - this is the first person she ever kissed and they began a relationship

first boyfriend - sirius black - they had a fairly normal relationship for teenagers but ended in a tearful break up when persephone realized she wasn’t that into him or any men really. he was upset but didn’t blame her and now, they talk about girls together.

first girlfriend - f - this was the first girl that persephone had a relationship with when she was sixteen. this is also the person she slept with for the first time. they can be a year younger than persephone up to five years older than her. we can discuss whether or not they’re on good terms now.

ex-girlfriend - emmeline vance - when persephone was 20 years old, she got into a casual relationship with emmeline but when persephone started falling for her, and they gt into relationship, emmeline ended their relationship. they were awkward around each other at first, but now have a deep respect for each other and are now very good friends.

ex-girlfriend - f - i can see her having had two more girlfriends after that. these relationships could have lasted up to two years. other than that, all can be discussed.

friends with benefits - f - persephone now has a woman she sleeps with when she needs to get her rocks off, but they’re not romantic at all. she is either a neutral or an order member.

flirt will turn to sexual affair - narcissa malfoy - persephone doesn’t feel bad about sleeping with married women, as she isn’t the one married but once she sleeps with this woman, she might wish she never had... maybe.

FOR DEATH EATERS: i have some ideas. i would love to have persephone have a love affair with a death eater or an ally to the dark lord. i need a death eater female or multiple she has made out with or slept with, as well as death eater men she has made out with. one death eater man could be her ‘only guy’ as in, the only man she’d sleep with.

FOR ORDER MEMBERS AND NEUTRALS: i really would love to see a love affair here too, a current crush, an ex-girlfriend who is still in love with persephone and the other way around. i could also see someone who used to be close to persephone but when my character developed feelings, it got awkward.

PLATONIC

best friend - f/m/x - they have been best friends for a while and always have each other’s back, we can discuss the details.

friends - james potter - james and persephone are friends, though she does make him sulk by flirting with his wife, and in her opinion, she is quite good at it.

friends - lily potter - lily and persephone are friends. persephone loves little baby harry because she loves all babies and she enjoys messing with james’ head by flirting with lily, who generally is in on the joke.

friends - andromeda tonks - andromeda and persephone are friends. persephone adores dora and lets the little girl do what she wants. she doesn’t even care about her image around the little girl and will wear, say and do whatever the little one asks. she also really likes andy and tries to make her feel good about herself and give her a laugh and some company.

the mom friend - natasha bones - natasha is the friend that persephone kind of hates to love, but not really. she always feels bad for worrying her but the position she is in just means she is in danger constantly. natasha couldn’t be deterred from putting up protective spells around her house though, and well... that is where persephone’s love for her friend comes from. she looks out for her and to be honest, she needs a friend like natasha where she can be herself and be vulnerable.

drinking buddies - edgar bones - he waits until the end of her set and waits for her with a whiskey. they talk about their day, the shitty parts of life, the good parts sometimes and are just generally good friends. he also patrols areas when she’s with death eaters to try and prevent her death, which she appreciates.

singing tutor/student - f/m/x - someone who coaches persephone or who is coached by persephone.

fans - f/m/x - always welcome!

FOR DEATH EATERS: i need someone who is suspicious of persephone quite badly but i also need people that try to get her to join the dark army, who actually get her to consider it. i think someone who doesn’t like her is always handy, someone who is mean about her being a squib which i could totally see happening.

FOR ORDER MEMBERS: i need friends, as well as people who question her loyalties and her methods, maybe someone who kind of slut shames her? i know that is a lot to ask, but if you have an asshole character or someone who just isn’t very tactful and doesn’t mean it badly, they’re welcome.

#biography #1981intro

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amorremanet · 7 years

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Seeing AUs where Albus and Gellert adopt Tom Riddle and everything ends up happily for everybody really shouldn’t surprise me anymore (not that it’s a common trope — not entirely uncommon either, but it’s probably not one of the most popular ones either — but it’s one that has been around for a while and is done often enough) And yet, every time I see one, I get confused, then have to pause and remember that most people’s ideas of fun probably do not include the AU where okay, yes, sure, Gellert isn’t into supremacy and probably genocide, so he and Albus actually work out, but lbr, they’re still both into that, “lmao, we know what’s best for people better than they do, it’s for The Greater Good” thing, and I mean, it’s a pretty happy life for them, their son, and Ariana and Hepzibah (oh yeah, Tom also has two mommies, because I said so, that’s why) ………buuuuuuut then that son becomes Minister for Magic and takes some cues from Margaret Thatcher and the Neighbourhood Watch Alliance of Sanford, Gloucestershire (from Hot Fuzz), and that’s pretty not good for basically everybody but him and his parents (including his adopted brother Hagrid, who Tom would most likely be happy to screw over if he could do it without making Dad-bledore upset, so he just doesn’t go out of his way to help Hagrid instead of actively screwing him over) (Tom is also really not doing shit anything to protect the Death Eaters, who still exist but are a lot heavier on the cultish tones that JKR gave them in canon and their marching orders are less about purity anything or genocide, and more about Minister Tom’s Will Be Done — which is still horrific and still involves all kinds of torture, murder, corruption, and evil magic, just not genocide. ………They prefer brainwashing, in most cases.) —And I have to remember that most people are probably not also thinking about things like how Harry has parents who are alive and love him but James and Lily also got divorced (they’re on good terms, but they weren’t working out as a married couple), and there is now a seemingly decent mental health care system in magical Britain but you should probably not trust it because Minister Tom is going to twist it in a bid to destroy your civil liberties, and the Pureblood society contingent has been shaken up by a few huge Incidents™ lately (including the heirs to two Sacred 28 families [and one halfblood son from the disowned Blood Traitor branch of a different Sacred 28 family] very publicly coming out as gay; none of them was Sirius, whose reasons for not doing the thing basically boil down to, “It would make life twenty times harder for Regulus, and fifty times harder for Remus,” but Kingsley was the one in the brackets), and and and and aaaaaand……… Mostly because, y’know. Most other people have lives and didn’t overly world-build an AU like that instead of focusing exclusively on the main family unit, and didn’t lose track of things because their meds were out of whack at the time and they had too many ideas about ALL THE THINGS but couldn’t turn them into a real, concrete anything. Also, they have their own headcanons about a lot of the minor characters who got drawn into my take on things (I assume), so even if they didn’t have lives and stuff, they would’ve come up with something way different that, presumably, would not involve (among other things) an incredibly drunk canonical Order member (but the Order doesn’t exist in this AU) ugly-crying at his ex-boy, a former Death Eater who is only marginally less drunk (but probably more of a mess overall because mixing alcohol with certain psychiatric potions is Not A Good), and hoping that said ex-boy is very happy with Kingsley Shacklebolt who’s probably better at everything, isn’t he, he’s so fucking great, who wouldn’t want to marry him —and then getting a ring from his ex-boy’s left hand thrown at his face, while getting ugly-cried at back about how there is nothing romantic between his ex-boy and Kingsley Shacklebolt because they’re friends but both of them are in love with someone else, and if you don’t believe it, look at that ring, but then give it right back because it’s bad enough that ex-boy couldn’t save the love of his life from himself and in so doing repay that man for saving his life by getting him out of the Minister’s freaky death-worshipping cult, at least let him keep the ring you gave him, you bastard, he already had to punch out Gilderoy Lockhart to get it back once tonight, he is not losing it again (……But, in my defense, I would like to reiterate that Harry James Potter has parents who are both alive and love him and have never abused him, and hey, Neville Longbottom has also been raised by loving and supportive parents, rather than an emotionally abusive grandmother and a physically abusive great-uncle, and Minister Tom ends up getting foiled in a ridiculously convoluted mass-brainwashing scheme by two drunk Aurors, one drunk Hitwizard, one drunk Healer, one drunk Obliviator, and Kingsley Shacklebolt, who doesn’t know how to switch off, and by my standards, that is an amazingly happy ending)

#i mean i would have proceeded to ruin that happy ending by having albus and gellert turn into the neighbourhood watch alliance #(this was a fusion with/remix of the cornetto trilogy. it's…… complicated.)#(but benjy fenwick & barty crouch jr. were gary king and andy knightley respectively; kingsley was (no shit duh) nicholas angel with tonks #as danny butterman but instead of the gaybaiting that 'hot fuzz' did there would have been so much straight-baiting #with fleur/tonks and kingsley/florean fortescue for the endgame ships [and midway kingsley/lockhart which is just… it's complicated];#and then sirius was shaun and remus was liz; and also the movies were in reverse order in this au's design bc i felt like it that's why)#(and regulus was probably going to be the one to shout 'sort your fucking life out' at sirius. him or peter; i never decided)#anyway i'm tired and rambling and being candid again i should probably sleep #i'm not going to until this episode of voltron is over but y'know #mine: hp #mine: headcanons #mine: shitposting #harry potter for ts #kassie hush

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Things that still bug me about Harry Potter

*Why didn’t Lilly and James have their wands at hand the night they got killed? Lilly, being muggleborn, wasn’t totally dependent on magic and might have left her wand in another room or something, but why didn’t she go fetch it if that was the case? James, being a pureblood, would be totally dependent on magic and carry his wand at all times so why didn’t he have his?

*How. Did. The. Wizarding. World. Instictively. Know. That. Harry. Survived. Avada. Kedavra. If. Nobody. Had. Survived. It. Before. And. There. Were. No. Witnesses. That. Night?

**And while we're at it, how come the people of wizarding Britain see the corpses of Voldemort and two adult members of the Order of the Phoenix that have fought him three times already and collectivelly go 'The baby defeated you-know-who! He's our saviour!' instead of 'wow, the Potters died defending their baby but took Voldemort down with them, they're our saviours'? 'Dumbledore told them' is fine and all but a) how did Dumbledore know and b) why did he tell everyone rather than keep it a secret?

*Why is the most common medium of communication what amounts to the magical equivalent of messenger pigeons? Why are owls more common place than, say, mirrors like the one Sirius gave Harry (I understand this one's more like a walkie talkie in that both mirrors only comunicate to each other, but why isn't there a network of mirrors or a way to add more mirrors to your contact list or whatever?) or sending letters through the floo network or... anything quicker than the days/weeks/months it takes for an owl to reach its destination? Maybe this is why wizards are so insulated, communication isn't fast and reliable enough.

**Why didn't Harry open the christmas gift Sirius gave him until after Sirius died (months after christmas) btw? This would have avoided Sirius' dead quite easily. "Sirius, are you ok? I had a vision of Voldemort capturing you." "Oh, hey Harry. Nah, I'm at home chillin' with Buckbeak."

*How does the Ministry of Magic control the dementors? How did the dementors come to agree to work with the Ministry? There's no way to combat dementors that we know of, a Patronus is a happy memory that you throw at them so they eat *that* instead of sucking all the joy/soul from you. They could just roam the land without much problem. A wizard throws them a patronus? Sweet, more food. So what did the Ministry do to convince them of following their orders?

*Why did Peter Pettegrew chose to live as a pet rat in Britain rather than as a human wizard in a diferent country? All he had to do was stoaway in muggle transport if he didn't want to use magic until he left Britain, if anyone in his new country asked he could say he immigrated because he's a half-blood/muggleborn/wanted by Death Eaters because his friends were in the Order. Change his name, get a low risk job (store clerk, for example) and make a quiet peaceful living. Are there wizarding immigration laws? Why did he decide 'Imma be a kid's pet rat now, probably for the rest of my life because why not'?

*Why is there only a single professor per Hogwarts subject? And that is the teacher that teaches it to every house and to EVERY YEAR. Like: let's be hypotetical here.

If each year is split in two classes (shared by two houses), that makes 7x2=14. A total of fourteen diferent classes to keep track of per subject. Now, in a week a Hogwarts teacher would have to teach about three diferent classes per day (except one day were they'd teach two) just for every year to have that class once a week. What about grading exams and homework and preparing class schedules and so on? The workload must be massive.

Of couse, the optional classes' teachers have a slightly lighter workload since they start on third year but still. Hogwarts is severely understaffed.

*The house elves. The fact that they're happy being enslaved is troubling enough but that they are named specifically *house* elves implies that there could theoretically be free elves somewhere.

*I don't care how much Dumbledore believed it was for the greater good, there's never been and never will be any reason to leave a child in an abusive home. (He was getting reports from Mrs. Figg so he must know at the very least that the Dursleys are quite open about disliking Harry and neglecting him, and Harry himself never disguised his dislike of them).

*Minor peeve but since it was a subplot for six of the books, it jumped at me: Quiditch would make more sense if it got rid of the snitch/seeker or had the snitch only end the game without awarding points. Also, brooms should have saddles like they do in the movies because can you imagine how much not having one would chafe?

Fandom especific:

*Lilly Evans deserved better. Why would ANYONE ship her with Severus "I deserve her love even though she cut ties with me because I called her a slur and hung out with a hate group that targets people like her. Even though I would still be a Death Eater if Neville Longbottom had been the chosen one and I bullyied her child (and many other children) since he was eleven, she should have chosen me." Snape?

**Also: Lilly is the reason Harry survives up to the end of the first book and isn't attacked during the summer until the seventh book. She should be a key character but we're never shown much of her at all, just her crying during her loving sacrificeTM, a few lines in the background of Snape's memories and twice in ghost form (where she’s specifically there to state her love and support of Harry -which is nice but doesn’t tell us much about her). We never find out what she was like, other than some vague terms - loving mother, member of the order of the phoenix, wife of James Potter, ex-friend of Snape.

*Slytherin isn't the house of EVIL WIZARDS, it's the house prefered by traditionalist pureblood families but assholes aren't house specific.

**Slytherin isn't the house of EDGY SEXY BADASSES either, what about pureblood tradionalism and general snobery makes the fandom think LEATHERRRR?

#harry potter critical #harry potter #I think about fandoms when the power goes out at my place #musings #Rita Skeeter couldn't make this up #i'm not (totally) bitter #i'd honestly appreciate answers for all this stuff

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