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demaparbat-hp · 1 year

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I'm growing tired and I'm growing old

And the road I walk, I walk alone

And I wonder if, and I think I might

Take a look, take a look on the other side

—All My Demons by AURORA

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gellert-1899 · 5 months

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I think as a fandom we are not showing enough respect to Bathilda Bagshot. I mean if she didn't think the boys would get on well with eachother and forced them to meet, they probably wouldn't have met.

So Bathilda, thank you. Your work is appreciated. We love you.

#grindeldore #jamie campbell bower #albus dumbledore #fantastic beasts #the secrets of dumbledore #mads mikkelsen #albus x gellert #harry potter #gelbus #gellert grindelwald #bathilda bagshot #godrics hollow #harry potter and the deathly hollows

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hinnysupremacy · 17 days

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Harry and Ginny paying a visit to James and Lily's grave in Godric's Hollow

#harry potter #ginny weasley #hp #hinny #harry and ginny #ginny potter #couple #potter #the boy who lived #lily and james #godrics hollow

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hogwartscastle · 1 year

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Who else spends Christmas Eve alone today? Join the Club!

#Time to read Manacled for the first time!!#Club = my dog and me #christmas #hermione granger #harry potter #quote #hp7 #deathly hallows #godrics hollow #pottersource #dailypotter #magicfolk #dailywizardwheezes #harry potter and the deathly hallows #christmas eve

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bimoonphases · 1 month

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@wolfstarmicrofic March 27 – prompt 27: Expecto Patronum – word count 670

Expecto Patronum - The Patronus Charm is a powerful projection of hope and happiness that drives away Dementors

A part of Remus knew it had been a bad idea, but that part had been drowning for the past hours in the alcohol, the hate for all the Christmas decorations everywhere, the cold, the ache of the second full moon the wolf spent desperately howling for his friends, only to tear himself apart when they failed to show up.

So that part was pretty quiet when he stopped in front of the tombstone, shivering from the cold.

“Hey Lils. Hey Prongs,” he slurred, raising the half-empty bottle to his friends’ names. “Merry Christmas.”

He took a swig and swayed on his feet. The cold was getting worse, but he didn’t care. After all, he had lost everything he had ever cared for. Maybe he could just lie down by Lily and James and fall asleep there and never wake up. He started shivering, and a movement in the corner of his eye made him turn around.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

Not far from him, a hooded figure was hovering by a tombstone rapidly covering in frost. He should have thought about that, really. The Wizarding World was still in such turmoil it was only logical a place so important like Lily and James’s tomb in Godric’s Hollow would be guarded by one of the Dementors Azkaban could spare. Even their son, wherever he was, must have some around.

“They’re my friends,” Remus whispered, his teeth chattering.

The Dementor glided forward and Remus stumbled back as the cold seeped into his bones and distant voices exploded in his head.

“Remus… Something awful has happened…”

The bottle fell from his hand.

“It’s not possible… Sirius wouldn’t…”

“I guess he lived up to his family name after all. I’m sorry Remus, I should have seen it coming.”

He knocked his back into James and Lily’s tombstone. The Dementor crept closer.

“Pete knew he couldn’t beat Sirius in a duel, it doesn’t make sense he went after him!”

“Grief makes us all act in ways we wouldn’t normally, Remus.”

He fumbled in his pocket, searching for his wand.

“I know I’m not his godfather or anything, but can I at least see him? For his parents’ sake.”

“He’ll be safer with his blood family, believe me. Pick up the pieces, Remus. Learn how to move on.”

Remus brandished his wand. He knew the spell and he knew he had been able to cast a fully-fledged Patronus, who ironically was in the shape of a wolf. But all that had been before. His hand trembled.

“I don’t even know if I have anything left you can take,” he whispered.

The Dementor didn’t stop advancing. If Remus was being honest with himself, it didn’t make sense. Dementors were guards, they had no business attacking someone who wasn’t doing any harm, but maybe it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t be worse than what he had lived through in the last weeks. Maybe it would even be better.

But as the Dementor glided even closer, the wolf reared up his head somewhere inside him, survival instinct kicking in. Images flooded Remus’s mind, of the Forbidden Forest and his friends galloping by his side, of the same friends by his bed when he woke up in the Hospital Wing, of smiles, and laughter, and hand holding and warmth, so much warmth…

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

He braced himself against the tombstone while the silver form leaped out of his wand and chased the Dementor across the graveyard until it disappeared somewhere. Remus exhaled. Apparently, he wouldn’t die that day. He looked up to his Patronus as it padded back to him and froze.

“No…” he breathed. “Please, no…”

He had read about what shock and grief could do to the spell, but nothing in those books had mentioned cruelty.

“No…” he repeated, his eyes filling with tears.

He let himself slide to the ground, his back pressed against the cold marble of his best friends’ tombstone. In front of him, glittering with the silver light of the spell, Padfoot wagged his tail.

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myheadisemptyffonly · 10 months

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It's the fact that Lily's death is what creates the horcrux in Harry that is really sick but also ironic. Her death is what creates the horcrux and it is also her death what protects him from Voldemort.

#marauders #harry potter #harry james potter #lily evans #lily evans potter #godrics hollow #horcrux #lord voldemort #voldemort #tom riddle #it's so sad

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moonagedaydream345 · 1 year

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27th October 1981

Dear Diary,

I remember, in divination one class, we were doing palm reading. I looked down at my hand and I got upset because my lifeline was so short. I thought I would die young. But James walked up to me and showed me his. He held out his hand and put it next to mine, his was the same length. I think that’s the moment I fell in love with him, if I’m being honest. He saw me upset, alone in a corner and contemplating my mortality, and he rocked up and showed me that he was the same, we were the same. It made me feel better then, that they were the same. James Potter couldn’t die young, not when he was as full of life as he happened to be. That must mean that the life line thing was a myth, it had to be.

As we’re cooped up in this house longer and longer, however, I fear these lines may ring true. The lines on our hands may be the same, but that doesn’t grant us a long life, just equally short ones.

#james potter x lily evans #jily #dead gay wizards #marauders #james potter #ao3 fanfic #angst #godrics hollow #ao3 #lily evans #lily potter

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telekinesis-mind-control-comics · 11 days

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Ouch🥺😭

Credit: https://www.tumblr.com/nightmers/114762861949/happy-birthday-james-potter-27-03-1960

#submission #james potter #rip james potter #harry james potter #father and son #until the very end #harry potter #godrics hollow

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allofthelights11 · 3 months

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The trip to Godric’s Hollow has begun in Out of Time, a 6th/7th year rewrite and Horcrux hunt. Come along for the ride… if you dare.

#dramione #draco malfoy #draco x hermione #hermione granger #fanfiction #smut #ao3 fanfic #dramione art #horcrux #horcruxes #godrics hollow #nagini

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marta-krasina · 2 months

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Годрикова Впадина

#marauders #harry potter #potter family #godrics hollow #location

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aesthetic--mood · 7 months

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Godric Gryffindor Aesthetic

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gellert-1899 · 5 months

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#grindeldore #jamie campbell bower #albus dumbledore #fantastic beasts #the secrets of dumbledore #mads mikkelsen #albus x gellert #harry potter #gelbus #gellert grindelwald #summer of 1899 #godrics hollow

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theaskywalker · 3 months

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Imagine you and Hermione using a Time Turner to visit the past and save Lily & James from Voldemort

Masterlist

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scarletlunarosa · 3 months

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Some late night reading

Owls sleeping

Fallen into each other

#bfkcarts #my art #grindeldore #grindledore #gellert grindelwald #albus dumbledore #ggad #harry potter #fantastic beasts #godrics hollow

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bimoonphases · 2 months

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@wolfstarmicrofic March 9 – prompt 9: Draught of the Living Death – word count 660

Draught of Living Death - A potion that places the taker in a state of sleep that makes them seem like they are dead

Sirius didn’t even realise he had been screaming until his voice got hoarse. Draught of Living Death. It had to be it, right? It was so powerful it looked exactly like death, they said. Surely James had somehow taken a Draught of Living Death glass and that was why he was now lying on the carpet by the door, his wand abandoned on the living room table. Lily was very good at Potions, she would know how to brew it. Surely she had taken it too and had just put Harry back in his crib when the effects had hit her. Draught of Living Death. That was it. The effects would soon wear off, and James and Lily would wake up and laugh at the fact they had both fallen on the floor. Because they would wake up. James and Lily would wake up and everything would be well. Something in the back of Sirius’s mind was telling him the cottage was almost destroyed, one wall blown up, but he didn’t listen to it. Something else insisted his godson was upstairs crying with a cut on his forehead, but he shook his head. The Draught of Living Death would soon wear off and Lily would take care of her son and James would repair the wall and they would all laugh about it over mugs of hot cocoa. Yet another thing screamed in his brain that he knew it wasn’t a potion, he knew what had happened, he knew his best friend would never get up from that floor, he knew Lily would never take Harry in her arms again, he knew what had really happened, and worse of all he knew how. He knew who.

Everything, even Harry’s cries, felt muffled as he got up from the stairs, his fingers closing on his wand, trembling with rage. He knew all that. And he knew what he had to do.

“It’s my fault,” he almost had no voice left. “I told you to take him as Secret Keeper instead of me. It was my idea. My fault. But I promise you, Prongs, that rat won’t live to see another day in a world without you and your family.”

A chorus of voices seemed to explode in his head as he stumbled to the door, taking one last look back at the place where his life had ended.

“Please son, don’t.”

Monty’s voice, urging.

“Darling, don’t do it, please.”

Effie’s voice, pleading.

“Padfoot, don’t.”

James’s voice.

“Padfoot, please.”

His best friend’s voice.

“Padfoot, don’t do it.”

The voice his son would never grow up hearing because of him. Sirius took a step back.

“I’m sorry, Prongs,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“Padfoot, stop!”

Two arms wrapped around him, holding him in a tight grip. Before he realised it, Sirius collapsed back into Remus’s chest.

“Don’t go,” Remus whispered in his ear. “Please.”

“How?” Sirius managed to croak.

“I followed you,” Remus said against his hair. “I’m sorry. I heard everything.”

“I did this. I did it,” Sirius sobbed.

“Peter did,” Remus’s voice broke. “Not you. And killing him now will only make things worse.”

“Worse?” Sirius felt the absurd urge to laugh. “How can it be worse than this?”

“You being locked up for murder. Harry not getting to be placed in your care. You rotting away while he grows up who knows where, maybe even in an abusive family, while our world think you’re nothing more than a Black after all.”

Sirius blinked and it was as if something had turned the sound back on, making Harry’s cries from upstairs echo in the house.

“Harry,” Sirius said.

“He needs you, my love,” Remus pleaded. “He only has you now.”

“Us,” Sirius said forcefully. “He only has us.”

He slipped out of his boyfriend’s arms and ran up the stairs to the nursery. No one, not even Dumbledore, would stop him from raising his godson with the love of his life.

#so uhm I'm sorry?#i made myself cry #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #marauders #marauders era #the marauders #the marauders era #first wizarding war #godrics hollow #just writing (like i'm supposed to live)

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thee-bat-boys · 6 months

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okay but I just found two gifs that work perfectly together (at least I think so) for that dreaded night in 1981...

sophie skelton and aaron taylor johnson as lily and james potter; godrics hollow 1981.

#harry potter #james potter #lily potter #lily evans #godrics hollow #1981 #harry potter 1981 #sirius black #peter pettigrew #he who shall not be named #voldemort #october 1981 #gif #aaron taylor johnson #sophie skelton #james and lily potter #marauders #the marauders

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