#godfather remus lupin

[up-to-some-good]

Your Mother's Eyes

By the time Harry was 11 years old, he'd heard it what felt like a million times.

"You look just like your father, but you have your mother's eyes."

Everyone seemed to say it, from his parents' old friends to random people in the street who'd come to shake his hand. The only people who hadn't said it were his guardians.

He knew they thought it. He saw it sometimes in their eyes. Every time he called Padfoot to play quidditch in the backyard or schemed to play a prank on someone with Moony, their eyes would gloss over for a second and he could almost hear them thinking it.

It was true, too. His skin was the same dark shade as his father's. Their faces were the same shape and their hair was messy in the same way. His eyes were the exact green of his mother, shaded by long eyelashes just like hers.

He looked just like his father, but with his mother's eyes. And he was tired of hearing it.

Which is probably why he stormed out of Ollivander's the second the old man compared him to them, running to some a hidden corner of Diagon Alley where he could sink to the floor and hide his face for a few minutes.

His peace and quiet didn't last for long. Heavy footsteps made their way towards him, getting louder until his guardians were close enough to settle on the floor on either side of him. They didn't talk for a small while, just sitting there and giving him a moment before confronting the situation.

"You wanna tell us why you ran off like that?" Sirius asked quietly.

Harry grumbled in response, muffling his words as her buried his face in his knees.

"Can you try again, Harry?" Remus asked. "We can't help if we don't know what's wrong."

"I'm sick of being compared to them." Harry lifted his head up and stared resolutely at the wall. "It's all I ever hear. I look like my dad, but with my mom's eyes. I know! It's what everyone says and I know you two see it too! But sometimes I want to hear something else."

Sirius wrapped an arm around him, offering some comfort while he tried to think of something to say. Remus, however, took no pause before responding.

"I don't see that at all, Haz," he offered. "If anything, I'd say you look like Lily, but have James's eyes."

"Really?"

"Absolutely," Remus continued. "Your facial expressions are all Lily. The way that you smile and laugh always remind me of her, especially when you try to get me to cause mischief with you. She used to try and drag me into pranking your father, before they got together, and you look just like her sometimes.

But your eyes? That's all James. Lily's colour, sure, but the way you never seem to know which eye too look at when making eye contact, flicking your eyes back and forth, James always did that. The fact that you're useless without your glasses, that's him too."

"What if I don't want to be just a reminder of them?" Harry asked quietly.

"You've never been that, Harry," Sirius came in. "Yes, you do remind people of your parents, but that's not all you are. Your grumpiness in the morning until you've had at least two cups of coffee, even at age eleven, is uniquely you. The way you can catch a snitch before I've even seen it but can't ever find a matching sock. The way you forget to fold your shirts and keep begging us to get a kitten and sing so loudly in the shower. You're your own person, Harry, and we see it every day."

"And we all remind each other of other people," Remus added. "When Pads is making my wolfsbane every month, he gets the same focused look that Regulus used to get when he was tutoring me."

"And Moony always makes me think of Dorcas, the way they could curl up with books in some corner of the castle, and not reappear for hours at a time."

"The way Sirius cooks is all Effie Potter: chaos followed by a delicious meal."

"Our Christmas celebrations are from Hope Lupin, from decorating the tree by hand to opening the gifts before coffee."

Harry was starting to smile as they continued, uncurling himself and leaning into Sirius's embrace.

"You remind us of each other too, you know," Remus continued. "Your morning routine comes from Pads, down to the way you brush your teeth in the shower."

"And your love for knitted jumpers is from Moony, though we all know that."

Sirius tugged gently to Remus's oversized sweater before gesturing to Harry's. The pair were even in matching Gryffindor colours today.

"The point is, Harry, that we are all made up of other people, from our parents' genetics to habits we picked up from the people in our lives, however long they were there. And sometimes we remind each other of those people, but it doesn't stop us from being ourselves. No one else is that same unique tapestry, only you," Sirius concluded.

"And we love you, Harry, no matter what habits you pick up or who you look like, just for you," Remus added.

"You promise?" Harry's voice croaked a little as he spoke.

"Always."

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[arliedraws]

“Leave it to me — RUN!”

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[padfootswhiskers]

it’s so funny to me that remus didn’t write harry even once during GoF, a year that began with the dark mark at a public event, a ministry official disappearance and an underage harry being chosen for an extremely dangerous tournament

meanwhile sirius, a convicted criminal, snuck into hogsmeade and lived off rats because he wanted to be there for harry

#and yet people will say remus should’ve been godfather too #or #remus and sirius were like parents to harry #let’s all take a moment to remember that until his death (and even after) remus is LUPIN in harry’s mind #God. I need you to give sirius mad chops for everything he did #sirius black #harry potter #good godfather sirius black #gof live blog #hp live blog

[jmagnabo92]

Sirius Vs Remus last interaction with Harry in POA

With all this conversation about who's the better parent, the better guide to Harry, I'd like to address the LAST MOMENT in POA with Sirius vs Remus and WHY Harry ends up closer to Sirius and it has NOTHING to do with his 'status' as godfather and everything to do with their behavior directly after Harry discovers their relationship to his father.

Long Post under the cut.

First, Remus' last moment with Harry:

A shadow fell across them and they looked up to see a very bleary-eyed Hagrid, mopping his sweaty face with one of his tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs and beaming down at them. "Know I shouldn' feel happy, after wha' happened las' night," he said. "I mean, Black escapin' again, an, everythin' -- but guess what?" "What?" they said, pretending to look curious. "Beaky! He escaped! He's free! Bin celebratin' all night!" "That's wonderful!" said Hermione, giving Ron a reproving look because he looked as though he was close to laughing. "Yeah. . . can't've tied him up properly," said Hagrid, gazing happily out over the grounds. "I was worried this mornin', mind. . . thought he mighta met Professor Lupin on the grounds, but Lupin says he never ate anythin' las' night. . . . " "What?" said Harry quickly. "Blimey, haven' yeh heard?" said Hagrid, his smile fading a little. He lowered his voice, even though there was nobody in sight. "Er -- Snape told all the Slytherins this mornin'. . . . Thought everyone'd know by now. . . Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. An' he was loose on the grounds las' night. . . . He's packin' now, o' course. " "He's packing?" said Harry, alarmed. "Why?" "Leavin', isn' he?" said Hagrid, looking surprised that Harry had to ask. "Resigned firs' thing this mornin'. Says he can't risk it happenin again."

Let's stop here - I included this part because it tells us something EXTREMEMLY important - Remus was going to LEAVE without even talking to Harry. He had NO intention of talking to Harry or explaining what happened. He had NO intention of following up on their relationship and build on it - he was just going to leave after ALL that.

Harry scrambled to his feet. "I'm going to see him," he said to Ron and Hermione. "But if he's resigned --" "¨C doesn't sound like there's anything we can do --" "I don't care. I still want to see him. I'll meet you back here."

This tells us that Harry wanted a relationship with Remus, and expected to have one. Only for Remus to disappoint him.

Lupin's office door was open. He had already packed most of his things. The Grindylow's empty tank stood next to his battered old suitcase, which was open and nearly full. Lupin was bending over something on his desk and looked up only when Harry knocked on the door. "I saw you coming," said Lupin, smiling. He pointed to the parchment he had been poring over. It was the Marauder's Map. "I just saw Hagrid," said Harry. "And he said you'd resigned. It's not true, is it?" "I'm afraid it is," said Lupin. He started opening his desk drawers and taking out the contents.

Here we have proof that Remus knows that HARRY would reach out to him - yet, he doesn't reciprocate. He sees Harry's upset about it and he just ... keeps packing. Using the Map to see Harry do just that.

"Why?" said Harry. "The Ministry of Magic don't think you were helping Sirius, do they?" Lupin crossed to the door and closed it behind Harry. "No. Professor Dumbledore managed to convince Fudge that I was trying to save your lives. " He sighed. "That was the final straw for Severus. I think the loss of the Order of Merlin hit him hard. So he -- er -- accidentally let slip that I am a werewolf this morning at breakfast." "You're not leaving just because of that!" said Harry. Lupin smiled wryly. "This time tomorrow, the owls will start arriving from parents. . . . They will not want a werewolf teaching their children, Harry. And after last night, I see their point. I could have bitten any of you. . . . That must never happen again." "You're the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had!" said Harry. "Don't go!"

Here Lupin simply answers the question matter-of-factly and in fact, seems to expect that Harry would be affronted on his behalf. What's interesting here is that Lupin KNOWS that Harry has formed this bond with him and still makes what happened about him. Even though he ENDANGERED the kids ALL YEAR, here he focuses on the night before which was the most dangerous moment, and while he's doing the responsible thing but resigning and making it about the parents reaction to his condition feels like a ploy to make Harry feel sympathetic towards him. He didnot want him to feel like he screwed him over by not telling him about his parents, Sirius (and hiding something if it Sirius HAD been after him would've gotten him killed), and by slipping up the night before.

Lupin shook his head and didn't speak. He carried on emptying his drawers. Then, while Harry was trying to think of a good argument to make him stay, Lupin said, "From what the headmaster told me this morning, you saved a lot of lives last night, Harry. If I'm proud of anything I've done this year, it's how much you've learned. . . . Tell me about your Patronus." "How d'you know about that?" said Harry, distracted. "What else could have driven the Dementors back?" Harry told Lupin what had happened. When he'd finished, Lupin was smiling again. "Yes, your father was always a stag when he transformed," he said. "You guessed right. . . that's why we called him Prongs."

Okay. Here's Lupin's opportunity to talk to Harry - an orphan and his best friends' kid - about James and he doesn't take it. He just said - oh yeah, that's what he turned into.

Lupin threw his last few books into his case, closed the desk drawers, and turned to look at Harry. "Here -- I brought this from the Shrieking Shack last night," he said, handing Harry back the Invisibility Cloak. "And. . . " He hesitated, then held out the Marauder's Map too. "I am no longer your teacher, so I don't feel guilty about giving you back this as well. It's no use to me, and I daresay you, Ron, and Hermione will find uses for it." Harry took the map and grinned. "You told me Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs would've wanted to lure me out of school. . . you said they'd have thought it was funny." "And so we would have," said Lupin, now reaching down to close his case. "I have no hesitation in saying that James would have been highly disappointed if his son had never found any of the secret passages out of the castle."

Here, this feels very manipulative. Of course, if he didn't give the map/cloak back to Harry, James and Sirius would be pissed - that's his birthright. But It's pretty obvious that just like the other times that Remus uses James against Harry (Like when he discovers the Map - months previously - and he says 'I don't think your {dead} parents would appreciate you gambling their sacrifices for a bag of magic tricks'), that this time, he's using him to stay in Harry's good eyes. Especially given his parting statement.

There was a knock on the door. Harry hastily stuffed the Marauder's Map and the Invisibility Cloak into his pocket. It was Professor Dumbledore. He didn't look surprised to see Harry there. "Your carriage is at the gates, Remus," he said. "Thank You, Headmaster. " Lupin picked up his old suitcase and the empty Grindylow tank. "Well -- good-bye, Harry," he said, smiling. "It has been a real pleasure teaching you. I feel sure we'll meet again sometime. Headmaster, there is no need to see me to the gates, I can manage. . . . " Harry had the impression that Lupin wanted to leave as quickly as possible. "Good-bye, then, Remus," said Dumbledore soberly. Lupin shifted the Grindylow tank slightly so that he and Dumbledore could shake hands. Then, with a final nod to Harry and a swift smile, Lupin left the office.

Now, finally, the end of his last moment in POA - note that he says goodbye, says he was pleased to teach Harry, and THEN SAYS:

"I feel sure we'll meet again, sometime."

What does this tell us? That Lupin - Despite being around for a WHOLE YEAR & creating a relationship with Harry - DOESN'T WANT to continue the relationship. He "feels like" they'll see each other - he doesn't say anything about 'I'll write you' or 'you can write me' - he basically makes it SO FREAKING CLEAR that he's done. He came into Harry's life and plans to disappear. There's no excuse for this (especially given book 4) and THIS is exactly why Remus isn't a "Parent" - he's not a "honorary godfather" and he's TERRIBLE.

Harry can tell in this interaction that he's just a professor, just Lupin, nothing else.

It just makes it obvious that he doesn't really care for Harry, so he wouldn't be a parent and doesn't deserve all of that 'Lupin was a better option', Lupin 'should've been godfather', etc.

***

Now, Sirius' last moment with Harry:

Harry picked up the letter. It was addressed to him. He ripped open the letter, and shouted, "It's from Sirius!" "What?" said Ron and Hermione excitedly. "Read it aloud!" Dear Harry, I hope this finds you before you reach your aunt and uncle. I don't know whether they're used to owl post. Buckbeak and I are in hiding. I won't tell you where, in case this owl falls into the wrong hands. I have some doubt about his reliability, but he is the best I could find, and he did seem eager for the job. I believe the Dementors are still searching for me, but they haven't a hope of finding me here. I am planning to allow some Muggles to glimpse me soon, a long way from Hogwarts, so that the security on the castle will be lifted. There is something I never got around to telling you during our brief meeting. It was I who sent you the Firebolt --

Let's stop here. First, Sirius makes sure to send Harry the letter when he's alone. I bet he's thinking Harry's going to do exactly what he does with regards to Aunt/Uncle because he KNOWS based on Harry's quick acceptance of moving in with him & the runaway situation at the start of the book.

Then, he immediately tells him that he's safe because he knows that Harry was worried about him enough to go through time, so he assures him that he's fine.

Next, he tells him that he's thinking about him and the affect of everything that's happened and how he plans to fix it SPECIFICALLY so that HARRY is safer after he put him at risk. He takes responsibility and does whatever he can to make up for it.

And while Remus acknowledged that he was at fault, he also put it off on 'Snape let it slip and I have no choice'.

THEN knowing that Harry was probably wondering about the Firebolt - he tells him what he did. Proving that he's been watching over and caring for Harry even from a distance.

"Ha!" said Hermione triumphantly. "See! I told you it was from him!" "Yes, but he hadn't jinxed it, had he?" said Ron. "Ouch!" The tiny owl now hooting happily in his hand, had nibbled one of his fingers in what it seemed to think was an affectionate way. Crookshanks took the order to the Owl Office for me. I used your name but told them to take the gold from my own Gringotts vault. Please consider it as thirteen birthdays' worth of presents from your godfather. I would also like to apologize for the fright I think I gave you that night last year when you left your uncle's house. I had only hoped to get a glimpse of you before starting my journey north, but I think the sight of me alarmed you. I am enclosing something else for you, which I think will make your next year at Hogwarts more enjoyable. If ever you need me, send word. Your owl will find me. I'll write again soon. Sirius

Now, for the rest of the letter.

Sirius explains about the Firebolt and how DESPITE being in prison, he immediately wanted to make up for missing 13 years of Harry's like buying the Firebolt (which is noteworthy because Remus ALSO missed 13 years, and does nothing - and he could've done OTHER things besides a gift like pictures or letters or stories...).

Anyway, then, even though Harry probably didn't even remember that night he ran away, Sirius points out that the FIRST thing he thought of on getting out of prison was to CHECK ON HARRY.

He's been tortured for 12 years and has a mission to get the rat and his priority is check on his kid! And if he could do it - so could Remus. Anyway, he TELLS Harry what he did and what he wanted - just a glimpse to make sure he was okay - and then *apologies* - he's one of the few adults that does.

Then, lastly, he tells Harry's he's been paying attention by enclosing the Hogsmeade slip and ASSURES him that he WILL be writing soon and that Harry SHOULD write to him.

This IS SO OPPOSITE TO REMUS!

Sirius - I'm here for you, I'll write, you should too.

Remus - Eh, bye I'll see you around.

Harry looked eagerly inside the envelope. There was another piece of parchment in there. He read it through quickly and felt suddenly as warm and contented as though he'd swallowed a bottle of hot butterbeer in one gulp. I, Sirius Black, Harry Potter's godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends. "That'll be good enough for Dumbledore!" said Harry happily. He looked back at Sirius's letter. "Hang on, there's a PS. . . . " I thought your friend Ron might like to keep this owl, as it's my fault he no longer has a rat. Ron's eyes widened. The minute owl was still hooting excitedly. "Keep him?" he said uncertainly. He looked closely at the owl for a moment; then, to Harry's and Hermione's great surprise, he held him out for Crookshanks to sniff. "What do you reckon?" Ron asked the cat. "Definitely an owl?" Crookshanks purred. "That's good enough for me," said Ron happily. "He's mine. " Harry read and reread the letter from Sirius all the way back into King's Cross station. It was still clutched tightly in his hand as he, Ron, and Hermione stepped back through the barrier of platform nine and three-quarters. Harry spotted Uncle Vernon at once. He was standing a good distance from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, eyeing them suspiciously, and when Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry in greeting, his worst suspicions about them seemed confirmed. "I'll call about the World Cup!" Ron yelled after Harry as Harry bid him and Hermione good-bye, then wheeled the trolley bearing his trunk and Hedwig's cage toward Uncle Vernon, who greeted him in his usual fashion. "What's that?" he snarled, staring at the envelope Harry was still clutching in his hand. "If it's another form for me to sign, you've got another --" "It's not," said Harry cheerfully. "It's a letter from my godfather. " "Godfather?" sputtered Uncle Vernon. "You haven't got a godfather!" "Yes, I have," said Harry brightly. "He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though . . . keep up with my news . . . check if I'm happy . . . " And, grinning broadly at the look of horror on Uncle Vernon's face, Harry set off toward the station exit, Hedwig rattling along in front of him, for what looked like a much better summer than the last.

And Lastly, Sirius proves that he thinks of Harry's friends, too, by providing Ron an owl, as well as knowing that Harry's needs his form.

Also, it's worth noting that Harry was so touched by the letter that he kept reading and rereading it AND given that he'd run away after blowing up Marge & what happened with being locked in the year before, it's entirely possible that the Dursleys planned to lock him up again and Sirius gave him an adult that he could use against the Dursley's (WHICH IS APPARENTLY ALL THEY NEEDED TO BEHAVE) - and that means that despite reneging on the whole 'live with me' deal, he still provided protection that Harry desperately needed.

Which is what a PARENT does.

THUS, Sirius is the Proper Parent, the Best Choice, and did the BEST HE COULD DO for Harry, while Remus dropped the ball.

Also, worth noting the differences in the last POA interactions sets up the next few books nicely with regards to Sirius&Remus with Harry. Harry turns to Sirius when he needs someone, despite knowing Remus for more time. He writes to him, he lets Sirius reassure him and support him, he expects him to be there - and he is. Remus isn't. And he never planned or wanted to be.

That much is obvious from the get.

So, in conclusion, Sirius is a GOOD GODFATHER, and Remus can suck it.

This has been properly tagged, so don't come at me, but feel free to discuss nicely.

#sirius black #anti remus lupin #Harry James Potter #Sirius & Harry #POA #Meta #Remus Lupin Critical #Pro Sirius Black #Good Godfather Sirius Black #long post

[pearlynia]

One of my relatives: you read? What books do you read?

Me: erm- Harry Potter, hunger games...and some more...yeah!

#it's technically not a lie #it's harry Potter's dead father and dead godfather's long dead brother falling in love #it's also hunger games! #just not the one you think #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #marauders #ao3

[sliebman10]

Auror

“I…don’t think I want to be an Auror anymore,” Harry confided. He sat between them on the veranda, sipping some of Grandfather Arcturus’s scotch. He looked for Sirius to Remus for reassurance just as he did when he was younger.

Neither of them were really surprised. They’d been sure Harry would realize he wanted to do something else before he’d finished training. 

But he hadn’t. He’d gone through with it. And they’d watched and waited.

“It’s alright, Harry,” Sirius said, squeezing his knee. 

“You don’t think it’s irresponsible?” Harry asked, sounding again like that young kid who’d just fought a war, when in fact he was almost 30.

“We just want you to be happy,” Remus said. “What else would you want to do?”

He smiled shyly. “I think…I want to teach Defense.”

Remus beamed at him. “You’d be great at that.”

Word count: 142

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[lex-hj0519]

you let him starve

A little follow up to "what do you think we'd do, let them starve?": Sirius plans. Remus interrupts. A conversation is had.

It was some time later that Harry drifted off to sleep on the floor of the attic, leaning heavily against Sirius. While Harry slept, Sirius planned. He didn’t care if Dumbledore didn’t agree; he would kidnap Harry off the train platform next summer if he had to.

Harry had to return to Privet Drive once a year to keep the protective enchantment there alive. If he didn’t, then they would break and there would be no way to replace them. They would only have to hide out for a few days before the enchantment was gone for good and Dumbledore could no longer argue that it was the safest place for Harry to live.

Sirius didn’t want to have to take his kid on the run, even for only a few days, but he would do it if he had to. He made a promise to care for Harry like his own, and it was time to throw caution in the wind and fulfill his promise to the fullest.

The door to the attic creaked open. “Sirius?” Remus called.

When he spotted Sirius and Harry on the floor, Remus's expression twisted into an odd combination of relief and irritation. “What are you two doing up here? The other kids went to bed over an hour ago and Molly’s going mad with worry over Harry’s empty bed.”

“He was upset,” Sirius explained shortly.

Sirius pulled his wand out of his robes and waved it over Harry, then slowly got to his feet. Even with the lightweight charm he had cast, standing up with an armful of teenaged boy was awkward.

“Upset about what?” Remus asked.

“Never you mind,” Sirius said brusquely as he remembered just who had sent Harry fleeing to the attic. “Don’t pretend you actually care about him.”

Remus gaped at him. “Of course, I care, Sirius,” he sputtered.

Sirius shushed him as Harry stirred in his arms, then pushed past him and headed for the door. If they were going to have this conversation, it wouldn’t be it front of Harry. Sirius ignored Remus, who followed them down the stairs, and set Harry on his bed.

A quick search of Harry’s messily packed trunk turned up only the same oversized, worn-out clothes he’d been wearing all summer. Remus had insisted one night that Harry must be wearing them because he didn’t want to get his good clothes dirty while cleaning, but Sirius knew the truth: Harry didn’t have good clothes. The only things in his trunk worth wearing were his school robes and a small collection of knitted jumpers.

Sirius summoned a set of his own pajamas, biting back a smirk when Remus leapt to the side to avoid the clothing that came flying down the stairs and through the doorway. A quick resizing spell shrunk them down to Harry’s size, and a switching spell replaced Harry’s holey jeans and worn-out t-shirt with them.

Then Sirius tucked his boy into bed for the first time in fourteen years. After Harry curled up under the covers without even waking, Sirius bent down and brushed his forehead with a gentle kiss.

“Good night, Harry,” he whispered before he slipped out of the room and shut the door quietly behind him.

Remus was waiting for him in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“What do you want, Remus?” Sirius asked tiredly. “It’s late.”

He didn’t want to have this conversation now. The conversation they had both avoided for over a year now. The “why weren’t you there for Harry?” conversation.

“I think we need to talk, don’t you?” Remus asked.

“Fine. Let’s go, then.”

Sirius led the way down to the kitchen. While Remus sat down, Sirius opened the cupboards forcibly, thumped two goblets down on the table, and added a generous pour of Firewhiskey to each one. Remus frowned, but took the goblet that Sirius shoved in his direction.  

They both stared at each other for a moment, waiting to see who would speak first. Remus was the one who broke.

“I care about Harry,” he said earnestly.

Sirius leaned back in his chair and regarded Remus thoughtfully. “You believe you care about him,” he said slowly. “You want to care about him. But you do a piss-poor job of showing it. Did you try to check on him when he was growing up?”

Remus bristled. “I’m a werewolf.”

“That doesn’t answer my question. Did you even once try to check on him?” Sirius repeated.

“What could I have done?” Remus asked defensively. “I’m a werewolf, Sirius. No one wants a werewolf on their doorstep, least of all Lily’s sister.”

“You’re a wizard, Remus.” Sirius retorted. “You know how to cast a Disillusionment Charm. You could have checked on Harry with the muggles none the wiser.”

“Dumbledore said he was safe and well cared for.” Remus protested, but he shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he said it.

Remus may not have known it then, but he had to know it now, Sirius thought. All you had to do was look at Harry. And Remus had taught him for a year.

“You cannot look at that kid and tell me that you believe he was well cared for,” Sirius snapped.

He had been trying to keep his cool, but the excuses and lies were enough to bring his temper back to the forefront.

“His parents died, and what did you and the Order and the rest of the wizarding world do? You all sat back and let him starve.”

“I - .” Remus started to speak and then stopped. He shook his head, regret written all over his face. “It doesn’t matter what I say. I can’t go back and change the past.”

That was as close to admitting guilt as Remus was going to go, Sirius suspected. He didn’t respond.

When the silence between them had grown uncomfortably long, Remus rubbed a hand down his face. “Where do we go from here, then?”

Sirius knocked back his Firewhiskey.

“That kid doesn’t need another adult who’s going to waltz in and out of his life whenever it suits his fancy,” he said sharply. “He needs adults in his life who he can rely on, always. You’re either in or you’re out, Remus. Make your choice.”

Without waiting for Remus to reply, Sirius shoved back his chair and strode out of the kitchen.

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[oxydiane]

Advantage

Harry’s wails echo through the quiet of the night.

‘Your godson is awake.’ Remus mutters, face pressed against his pillow.

‘Before sunrise, he’s your godson,’ Sirius replies easily, tugging the blanket over his shoulder to make a point.

Remus sits up rubbing the sleep off his eyes and grumbles. ‘I’m starting to think you only pushed for this joint custody to get these advantages.’

‘Precisely.’ Sirius yawns.

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[impishtubist]

happy birthday @lynxindisguise , originally this was supposed to be a cracky little fic about Crowley meeting the werepuppies and then getting high with Remus, but then this happened instead. love you, bar wench!

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“Remind me again why I agreed to this,” Sirius said as he flopped down by the fire.

“Because Harry’s eyes get all big when he asks you for something, and you’re incapable of saying no to him.” Remus didn’t even look up from his book as he spoke. “I think he casts an Imperio on you, honestly.”

“He’s six.” 

“He’s been doing accidental magic since he was two, it’s not out of the question.” 

Sirius scowled, because Remus had a point. Harry had started summoning his toys at the age of two, and by four he would appear on top of bookcases or even roofs when he was trying to avoid Sirius and bathtime. Sirius blamed Harry fully for the silver threads he’d discovered in his hair at the ripe old age of twenty-three. Mourning his best friend and raising his godson had been hard enough, but the fact that said godson was apparently an exceptionally powerful wix was going to be the death of him.

Thankfully, said exceptionally powerful wix had passed out in the tent after a full day of hiking and causing minor mayhem, leaving Sirius and Remus with a few hours to themselves. 

“Thanks for agreeing to come along, by the way.”

“Unlike you, I actually enjoy camping. I’m having a wonderful time.” Remus turned a page in his book. “Besides, I like a man in flannel.”

He winked at Sirius, and then went back to his reading. Sirius blushed furiously, and then frowned at himself. What an odd reaction to have to his friend.

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Harry had forbidden them from using magic on the camping trip, wanting to do things the way his Muggle mum would have, which was why Sirius was up early the next morning to chop wood for the fire.

He had just cleaved another log in half when Remus stumbled out of his tent, hair in disarray, tugging a sweatshirt over his head. Sirius continued to chop wood while Remus groggily started a fire, heated some water, and made himself a cup of tea. It was odd for Remus to be up this early, but maybe he just wanted an hour to read in peace before Harry woke up.

Instead of sitting in his customary chair overlooking the lake, however, he dragged it over to face Sirius.

“Thought you liked the view, Moony,” Sirius said. He brought the axe down on another log.

“Oh, I do.” Remus licked his lips, staring rather intently at Sirius’s bare chest. Sirius looked down at himself. He was covered in sweat, sure, but he’d already washed away the previous day’s dirt and smoke in the lake. He had no idea what Remus could be looking at. He mentally shrugged, and went to fetch another log.

***

“Is he gonna be okay, Moony?” Harry asked, eyes wide with worry.

Remus lifted the towel he had pressed to Sirius’s forehead, and Sirius winced.

“Yes, Harry, I think he will,”  he said solemnly. “Could I have a couple of band-aids, please?”

Harry dutifully fetched them from the first aid kit while Remus cleaned the small scrapes. He helped Remus apply them to Sirius’s forehead.

“There we are, good as new,” Remus said cheerfully. “I don’t think Padfoot’s going to be up for swimming this afternoon, though. How about you change into your swimsuit and we’ll go together?”

Harry hurried off to the tent he shared with Sirius, Sirius’s injury completely forgotten. Remus caught his scowl, though, and grinned brightly at him.

“Cheer up, Padfoot,” he said. “It could have happened to any of us.”

Sirius huffed. “Any of you could have tripped over a root and fallen twenty feet down a hill?”

“Well…probably not,” Remus conceded. “You’re not as suited to the outdoors as Harry and I are. How’s your head?”

“Stings,” Sirius muttered. “You could heal it, you know. Harry isn’t looking.”

“Ah, but that would be cheating,” Remus said. “Would you like me to kiss it and make it better?”

Sirius stared at him. What.

“Remus,” he said finally, “have you been flirting with me?”

“Only for the past six years.” 

“Six!” 

“But now that you’re all caught up,” Remus said, “yes or no to that kiss?”

“Moony!” Harry cried in dismay some minutes later. “Are you gonna kiss Padfoot all day? I wanna go swimming!”

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #wolfstar raising harry #good godfather sirius black #lynxmas #it's still technically your birthday in my time zone so this still counts

[soup-of-the-daisies]

New Fic :)

Summary:

“Why not here?” Sirius shrugs, a hint of a smirk curling his mouth. “A drink is a drink, right? It doesn’t matter where you indulge.” For you, yes, Remus thinks bitingly, fleetingly, but he pushes the thought down. It’s unfair to grouse about Sirius’ preferred poison when he himself can leave this place whenever he wants. Sirius, for his own protection and for Harry’s, is under house arrest, stuck in a building that he seems to hate with every fibre of his being. He can numb the hatred however he likes.

“You’re more comfortable in the kitchen,” Remus says instead. “Aren’t you?”

Sirius invites Remus to have a drink with him in Grimmauld's study. It's not about having a drink. Remus should've known.

Or, Dadfoot is one snarling guard dog.

Relevant tags: Sirius Black & Remus Lupin; Sirius Black & Harry Potter; POV Remus Lupin; Remus Lupin Critical; Good Godfather Sirius Black.

#sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter fanfiction #good godfather sirius black #remus lupin critical #my writing

[pinklume]

Happy Halloween!

In which Sirius Black has a penchant for accidentally scaring his godson.

The door is ajar, and Remus takes the invitation as it is, sliding through the small gap and peering into the dark room.

Sirius sits glumly on their bed. The hockey mask that he had proudly charmed grimy and glum lays at his feet, a discarded disappointment.

“Hi, love.”

Sirius grunts. He doesn’t take his eyes off the floor. Remus inches closer, until his bare toes are nudging against a thick boot twice the size of his foot.

“I liked your costume,” Remus says, gently. “James did, too.”

“The kids didn’t,” Sirius replies glumly, “you saw them. I’ve traumatised them for life.”

Remus hums. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Four of them cried.”

“Harry recovered pretty quick,” Remus protests, “he told me to tell you that he’ll get you back.”

Sirius’ lips twitch upwards, and he finally glances up, looking a bit like a scolded puppy.

“I didn’t mean to scare them that badly. I thought it’d be a laugh.”

“It was,” Remus says, because even if the children had been genuinely horrified, it was still, objectively, funny. Molly Weasley probably despised both James and Remus for snickering under their breaths during the havoc, but it couldn’t be helped.

“Maybe.” Sirius sighs, and flops back onto the bed.

“You’re very tall,” Remus reasons, “I mean, Sirius, you’re huge. You had to duck to get into Molly’s kitchen.”

Sirius groans. “Not helping, Remus.”

“At least you didn’t go with the hellhound idea.”

#wolfstar #Sirius Black #Harry Potter #good godfather Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #my writing

[v-a-l]

The worst thing about Wolfstar is that Remus’ mediocrity and negligence is blamed on Sirius to facilitate a false equivalence that hinges entirely on Remus having Sirius’ personality and Sirius having no personality.

#sirius black #remus lupin critical #marauders #hp #with the way fandom harps on about Sirius’ reckleness and irresponsibility #you’d think he was the one who abandoned his pregnant wife and unborn child #and blasted his dead best friend’s kid into a wall in his other dead best friend’s house #You can argue that Remus owed nothing to the Potters ans Harry #I’d agree and say this is exactly why James AND LILY made SIRIUS the godfather #Dude was out there feeling sorry for himself when Sirius was crawling out of Azkaban and eating Rats for Harry #While Remus could hardly be persuaded to stay for his own kid #and you’d think he’d have raised Harry better or loved him better? #I think not.

[theheartofthestar]

Prompt 24 - Modern AU

@wolfstarmicrofic - April 24th, 208 words

Unknown: Heyaa

Unknown: 6pm sounds ok?

Unknown: tmr

Unknown: Here

Unknown: Has sent a location

Me: Hi! I think you've got the wrong number

Unknown: ??

Unknown: Prongs sent me ur num

Unknown: Told me to remind youu to bring snacks

Me: Prongs?

Me: I'm not sure I am who you think I am

Unknown: James

Unknown: James is prongs

Me: Nope, not a clue, sorry

Unknown: Awn :(((

Unknown: Are u cute? u sound cute

Unknown: Wanna come by tmr at 6 either way?

Me: Are you inviting a stranger over because you think I might be cute? I might be a murderer

Unknown: Well are you?

Me: A murderer?

Unknown: I meant cute lok

Unknown: Lol*

Unknown: If youre a murderer then too bad

Unknown: You already got my address

Unknown: That might have been a bad call

Unknown: Welppp

Unknown: So yes? We're watching The Godfather

Me: Good soundtrack

Unknown: NO SPOILERS

Me: wym no spoilers ?? It's been out for 50 years???

Unknown: NO SPOILERS

Unknown: IM NOT AFRAID TO BLOCK YOU

Me: you haven't watched the godfather??

Me: Man I love that movie

Unknown: Awn gonna enjoy watching me watch it for the first time then

Me: Is this you flirting?

Unknown: Depends, is it working?

Me: You do know I'm a guy

Unknown: I was counting on it ;P

Unknown: What's your name?

Me: Remus :) you?

Unknown: Sirius

Unknown: So

Unknown: You'll be here tmr, yeah

Unknown: ?

Me: What kind of snacks should I bring then?

#Plot twist that was James plan all along #also we all know Sirius triple texts not an ounce of shame in that body #idek if this counts as a microfic #but here it is #astra writes #wolfstar #remus lupin loves the godfather and so do i #you cannot tell me Sirius wouldn't quote The Godfather movies to baby Harry #u know #his actual godson #“I'll make him an offer he can't refuse” #its cuddling in bed and reading his fav dragon's book

[mycupofrum]

Remus and Sirius please

Prompt- guilt, unforgivable action

Thanks for the ask, anon! 💜 Here's Sirius and Remus having a difficult conversation. I wasn't sure if you wanted me to describe the situation of the prompt or include the words into the text, so I did the latter since that was the writing prompt I set out to do originally.

Set in the summer between GoF and OotP. (And yes, I completely stopped counting words. This angsty drama takes more than 100 words.) Hope you enjoy! 

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With the Order meeting over, they remain in the kitchen, two glasses and a bottle of Scotch between them. Much like a candle that has burned out, their time to avoid an awkward conversation has passed. 

"You never tried to contact Harry," Sirius says. It's not a question.  

Remus remains silent. 

"You must have heard about how he grew up by now," Sirius continues. When Remus finally looks up, he is met by grey eyes cold as steel. 

Remus considers his words carefully before speaking. "After James and Lily died, I was a mess, Sirius. I thought Dumbledore knew what he was doing with Harry." 

Sirius narrows his eyes. "After everything James did for you, gave you his friendship, his support so freely, you never once thought to seek out his child, see how he was doing? Even from afar?"  

Remus swallows, looking at the amber liquid in his glass. "I've told you before. I travelled, changed jobs often. I could never stay in one place for a long time because of what I am. What could I have possibly done for Harry?" 

"You could have let him know of your existence. All he's ever needed is to have a safe adult he can trust." 

Remus looks away, shaking his head. 

"What would have prompted you to take such unforgivable action – or should I say inaction?" Sirius asks sharply. "Harry is all that is left of them. In all these years you could have done something for James and Lily's son – write to him, at the very least." 

"I taught him at Hogwarts. I tried to look out for him then." 

Sirius sneers. "Yes, that you did. And have you stayed in touch with him after that?" 

"You know we're not supposed to tell him anything – Dumbledore's orders." 

"How convenient, indeed." 

The glass in Remus's hand shakes and he places it on the table. "There was nothing I could have done for him. My own world collapsed! I lost everyone who truly knew me and cared about me in one day," he speaks gruffly.

"So did Harry." Sirius's words cut him mercilessly. 

"And whose fault is that?" Remus snaps, having reached his breaking point.

He recognizes his mistake right away. Sirius's cold fury entwines with his magic, causing the air to crackle. 

"I'm sorry," Remus says hastily. He downs his whisky, the liquid burning his throat but doing nothing to relieve the guilt gnawing at him. 

Miraculously nothing in the kitchen explodes, although the lights flicker vibrantly for a while. 

"It's too little too late, Lupin." 

Somehow, that cuts him the deepest. 

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#ask game #sirius black #remus lupin #drabble #my writing #good godfather sirius black #looking out for harry

[enbysiriusblack]

Young Hari being raised by his godfather and his godfather's husband in a cottage by the woods with a bunch of rescue pets and his godgrandmother visiting once a week

#the godfather is sirius. the godfather's husband is remus. the godgrandmother is mcgonagall (my hc that she was james' godmother) #hari potter #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #minerva mcgonagall #marauders era #marauders

[sliebman10]

Almost Kiss

Remus could feel the tension pouring off of him as they waited for the all clear to move out of the Department of Mysteries and head back to Grimmauld Place. They’d only narrowly escaped and he’d only feel at ease again when he could fold Sirius in his arms and feel that he was whole and unscathed.

But he kept his impulses under wraps because at the moment, Sirius was alternately trying to calm Harry down and berating Dumbledore for not telling Harry about the prophecy.

Remus saw his opening though, when Dumbledore took Harry into a now empty chamber to talk to him. Sirius wanted to accompany them, but Harry asked him not to. Remus sidled up to Sirius and slipped his hand into his.

“Are you alright?” Remus asked.

Sirius barked a mirthless laugh. “I am not fucking alright, Moony. I just almost died.”

“I know,” Remus murmured, pulling him into a tight hug. “I know.”

Remus felt both of their tension break as they stood there holding each other in the bowels of the Ministry of Magic. Sirius looked at him and Remus looked back, relief flooding his body that he had not managed to lose Sirius again. He leaned closer and Sirius did too until their faces were so close, Remus could feel Sirius’s eyelashes against his cheek. Sirius tilted his chin and-

“Can we go? I can’t wait to get out of here,” Harry said from behind them. 

They jumped apart, sharing a look of ‘to be continued.’

Word Count: 253

@wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar microfic #harry potter #sirius survives the dept of mysteries #good godfather sirius black #ootp #almost kiss