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saintchaser · 11 months

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hope: fulfillment; hair put up low, daisies braided in it, and hands with dough. peeking at the sky, at the sun, through the trees, and an old pick-up truck that she got from her father. a wide smile and calloused arms, there is something motherly about her warm roughness. words whispered in the night, buried under the duvet, and stories of a world in which all people love each other. hands intertwined, and reading on the ruins of an old castle, knowing what simple beauty is. hope, fulfillment, a woman who found the right place for herself in a world that was not meant to be hers.

lyall: wolf; annotated books and an awkward love. fangs bared, a melancholic howl. a mistake he can't take back, no matter how much he wants to. ruins of a castle, ruins of a man, and ivy tangled around columns. an old bookshop, filled with dust and secrets, and a son he distanced himself from, in order to not hurt him anymore; he resembles his father, though, and there's a familiar ache in his chest whenever he sees him. regret is what made him, and a soul full of joy would rot into an artificially pumped heart, a life secluded, a life of grief. lyall, wolf, a man of loneliness.

remus: oar; curls lightened by the summer, his father's eyes, his mother's smile. is he a monster, or a man; or could those exist at the same time? running on hills and falling asleep in the sun, long lashes against warm, tanned cheeks. beige tablecloths and brown, leather chairs and the sun peeking through the thin curtains in the kitchen, his head rested against the table, his mother's hands tangled in his hair. there's a beaty in simplicity, and he knows that; he never wanted more than he could have. remus lupin, oar, sailing towards love, peace; towards the warmth of life.

#maybe the potters next??? idk. i have to research the meanings of the names first and see if they're nice #also the name hope *does* mean hope but i thiught it sounded too basic and i didn't want to repeat myself so i changed it to fulfillment #also all of these are ten lines long because i like stuff that is ten lines long 😭 don't ask me why i couldn't tell you #ahh anyways #remus lupin #hope lupin #hope howell #lyall lupin #the lupin family #my writing

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feliphilia · 1 year

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Harry Potter characters nationality headcanons because I'm filled with ntg but motivation.

Part-4 : grandparent generation

Fleamont- latin

Euphemia- indian

Lyall- german

Hope- Welch

Pompfrey- Roman

Minerva- Scottish

Alphard- french and irish

Cygnus- french and irish

Orion- french and irish

Walburga- french and Irish

Druella- french and german

Tom- Roman and russian

Eileen- sri Lanka

Abraxas- french and British

Mrs malfoy- french

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hogwarts-1930s-1940s · 2 years

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Claude Rosier: Fine! Judge all you want but...

Claude Rosier, points at Lyall Lupin: Married a lesbian.

Claude Rosier, points at Minerva McGonagall: Left a man at the altar.

Claude Rosier, points at Orion Black: Fell in love with a squib.

Claude Rosier, points at Walburga Black: Threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire.

Claude Rosier, points at Alphard Black: Dating Tom!

#Claude Rosier #rosier senior #lyall lupin #hope howell #hope lupin #minerva mcgonagall #young minerva mcgonagall #orion black #walburga black #young walburga black #Hogwarts 1930s-1940s #hogwarts misfits #Alphard Black #tom riddle #tomphard #blacksnake

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atlasdoe · 11 months

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I have been thinking many thoughts about the love of my life Hope Lupin so here’s a little piece of my brain surrounding her

also for context this is part of my cannon-compliant series where Hope and Lyall separated and Hope got together with Paris who is Dorcas Meadowes mother making Dorcas and Remus step siblings (Dorcas and Remus also have an older sibling each. Dorcas has an older sister called Dawn and Remus has an older brother called Romulus)

I imagine this happened around the Prank just after Hope was a little rude to Poppy because she’s jealous of how Poppy is able to take care of Remus Once Poppy had left, Paris turned to Hope, her voice was firm as she spoke. “Hope, that was rude. She’s one of the biggest factors for Remus’ health. She should be praised not dismissed!”

Hopes face didn’t change. She paced up and down the room with her arms crossed. “I don’t care what she's done. She can’t talk about my boy as if he’s hers. I won’t allow it.”

“She’s not taking him away,” Paris argued. “I know that you sometimes get insecure-”

“Insecure?”

“Yes, Hope. You get insecure over the fact that you’re new to this world. But it’s no excuse to treat Poppy like that. You wouldn’t treat a Muggle doctor like that.”

“A Muggle doctor wouldn’t treat my son as if he’s her own,” Hope said, taking a break from her pacing as tears formed in her eyes. “A Muggle doctor wouldn’t see my son more than I do.”

Paris sighed at the sight. Her face dropped slightly, her eyes becoming softer. It was a look that she often got when the subject of the wizarding world came into play.

Hope had read many fantasy books when she was a young girl. She had selves upon selves of different worlds and being and adventures that she could explore at the tip of her finger. When she would speak to her friends about books they would speak of how jealous they were of the characters that got to live in those worlds. They wished that they were Dorothy or Alice or Wendy. They wanted to be taken on their own journeys and live in those nonsense worlds.

Hope didn’t. She didn’t want to be the main character of any of those stories because each of those characters all had one thing in common and that was the act that they were new to the world.

Dorothy, Alice and Wendy had never stepped foot in Oz, Wonderland or Neverland before the first chapter had begun. They were finding everything out as the reader was and throughout their time in the made-up worlds, their oddness and lack of familiarity were known by every other character in the books. Hope never wanted to be the odd one out. She didn’t want Peter Pan to take her somewhere she had never been before. If she was going to have magic in her life she wanted it from birth. She wanted to be one of the lucky few that got to know things that others didn’t. She didn’t want to be the fish out of water.

When Lyall told her about the Wizarding World her heart sank. So there was a secret world; she just was never part of it.

When Hope asked Lyall about what would happen if they were to ever break up he was honest.

“He said that he would have to erase my memory! So not only am I not fully a part of this fantasy but my involvement in it all together is limited to who I’m dating!” she ranted to Paris mere hours after Lyall had confessed.

Paris watched as Hope paced, sipping her cup of tea quietly. “Well considering your first reaction to this was to tell me everything I wouldn’t be trusting you to keep any of that secret either.”

Hope rolled her eyes, “Well I had to tell you, he should’ve known that,” she said. “If we ever do breakup then I’ll let him know that he’ll have to erase your memory too. I’m not letting you remember all of this while I’ll forget.”

Paris’ face went funny as she slowly lowered her mug. “Yeah… That won’t be necessary,” she said in a shaky voice.

Hope stopped. “What do you mean?”

“Remember how I told you that Lyall and I went to school together?”

“Yes,” Hope answered, feeling her heart rate pick up as Paris spoke.

Paris let out a shaky laugh. “It wasn’t exactly a normal school.”

And that’s how Hope found out that not only was her best friend also magic and keeping secrets from her but that there was an entire school filled with witches and wizards. It was how Hope found out that unknowingly coming across someone from this world wasn’t as uncommon as she thought it might’ve been.

“No. I don’t believe you. There is no way that the woman who works in the chippy is a witch!”

“She is!” Paris laughed. “She was three years above me and Lyall in school.”

“Were all of your school friends wizards?”

Paris nodded. “Every wizard in the UK and Ireland go to the same school pretty much. It’s called Hogwarts.”

Hope, who at this point in the conversation was now sat down, rested her chin in her palms. “So every wizard in Wales, England, Scotland, Northan Ireland and the Republic of Ireland all went to the same school?”

“Yep. It’s in Scotland.”

Hope sighed. “That sounds fucking awful.”

Paris laughed. “You have no idea.”

Hope lowered her arms and folded them into herself. “Is magic genetic?” she asked.

Paris shrugged. “Depends. It’s pretty political but there are certain types of blood you can be,” she said, making quotation marks with her hands as she said types of blood. “But in general the answer is yes. Though Muggles can give birth to wizards and wizards can give birth to Muggles, or Squibs. That’s what we call people who don't have magic when their relatives do.”

Hope listened to all of this carefully. “What’s the possibility of mine and Lyall’s children being magic?”

“Pretty big,” Paris told her. “More likely than them not being magic I reckon.”

“Will they-” she hesitated. “If we do have kids and we then break up. Will they be taken away from me? Will my memory still get wiped?”

“No,” Paris answered immediately. “Once you have kids with magic that's it, you're in for life.”

“Oh,” Hope replied dryly. “Is that all?”

When she allowed herself to look back at Paris she was wearing that look on her face for the first time ever. “Hope it’s just luck. It has nothing to do with anything else. And besides,” she took her hand from across the table, “If you and Lyall do break up, I won’t let him obliviate you. You’re important to me and that’s enough.”

There was no doubt in Hope's mind that Paris was telling the truth, yet Hope could never let herself feel comfortable in the Wizarding World. While Paris and Lyall freely started using magic in front of her Hope realised that they didn’t quite know how to live without their wands in their hands. Neither of them even knew how to use basic cleaning supplies, and every time Hope had insisted on doing things the normal way they had laughed with amusement and told her that magic was much easier.

Easier it might be; but Hope refused to allow herself to become reliant on it. Magic would always be in their lives, but one simple spell could take it away from her forever.

Luckily, the time for Hope to be obliviated never came. Only two months later Lyall proposed and Hope accepted with the added news that she was pregnant. Nine months after that and they had Romulus, then Remus came seven years later on their ten-month wedding anniversary. By this point, Paris had married Dominick and Dawn and Dorcas had also been born. All four of the children showed early signs of magic and sixteen years later Hope still couldn’t figure out if she was happy about it or not.

“Hope,” Paris breathed, taking her hand and leading her into the seat next to her, “This has nothing to do with you. If you were a witch you wouldn’t be any closer to understanding this. Look at Lyall; Look at me. We both grew up with magic and yet we were prejudiced against werewolves. None of us are above Poppy’s help, but we’re trying our hardest and we’re all loving him and taking care of him the best way that we can. That’s all Remus and Romulus and Dawn and Dorcas need from us. No different to any Muggle parents.”

Hope sighed. “I know. I just feel so helpless sometimes. They keep going places where I can’t follow them and now it’s getting in the way of protecting them.”

“Hope…”

“I’ve never been able to protect them. Children are supposed to think of their mothers as magic. They’re supposed to think that our kisses really make their injuries better and that we can find anything that they lose in a heartbeat. But I’m so obviously normal to them. After the moons, it's Lyall who heals Remus while all I can do is just watch and wait until I can hold him without hurting him any worse.”

Paris squeezed her hand, “I know it's hard.”

“I can’t even see the school that they go to. I don’t know what Quidditch is or how hard certain spells are or anything. Their teachers see them more than I do, they’re all going to marry wizards and have wizarding careers and I will always be just… this.”

Paris’ voice was firm. “Hope you are the best mother I have ever known. You don’t understand this world as much as the rest of us but the boys know that and yet Romulus will still invite you to every one of his Quidditch games even if you don’t understand the rules.”

“Remus spends the full moons with his friends-”

“Remus comes straight home afterwards and lets Lyall go over any injuries and lets you smother him until he can’t breathe. That’s just as important.” When Hope rolled her eyes slightly (lovingly) Paris pulled her in closer, until their faces were inches apart. “We are surrounded by wizards every day, that’s normal for us. But you? You manage to do everything we can do and more without a stick in your hand. You don’t have magic, you are magic. That’s why we’re all so attached to you.”

Hope curled her lips as Paris talked. “You’re such a sap,” she teased. “But you're right. I’ll apologise to Poppy in a bit I just need a moment.”

Paris’ smile was soft. “Take as long as you need. We have all the time in the world.”

#Harry Potter #the marauders #the marauders era #hope lupin #hope howell #lyall lupin #Remus Lupin #dorcas meadowes #wolfstar #my writing

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tea-time-with-a · 1 year

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The real reasons nobody ever suspected Remus of being a Werewolf:

It would have been too much of a coincidence for the son of Sr Werewolf McWerewolf and Hope McWerewolf née Howell, Raised-by-a-wolf McWerewolf who has a wolf patronus, to be a werewolf too.

Everyone thought that the Marauders were making bad jokes when they asked Remus how rough the previous night had been; or if they questioned him on if it was that time of the month again for Remus if he got mad.

They assumed that their nicknames had to do with inside jokes. If somebody asked Sirius how he got his nickname as Padfoot he would answer with ‘It's an inside joke’, same with Wormtail, Moony (Which everyone just assumed was them making fun of his name), and Prongs.

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bipolarmetaphor · 9 months

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BEFORE BEING ADULTS

Los fantasmas de Remus.

Remus solo ha hecho acto de presencia encorbatado y en traje de paño a tres funerales, el primero fue el de su tía abuela Luvdia una mujer robusta que rosaba casi un siglo entero recuerda que siempre sacaba de su monedero monedas sueltas y se las regalaba para que comprara golosinas.

Cuando le pregunto a su madre de que murió, ella con su sencillez le paso el dedo por el tabique formando así un puente de pecas

Y le dijo: - cariño, los humanos no mágicos tenemos la tendencia ser más perecederos – refiriéndose a la cruel diferencia de la longevidad entre magos y muggles, su madre detesto el termino muggle por qué le parece igual de humillante que llevar una estrella que te diga no eres ario.

Su segundo funeral fue un año después de la mordida de Greyback.

Fue su perra Robert que, aunque le insistieron a los cuatro años que Robert era nombre legitimo para un macho no llegaron un acuerdo para que lo cambiara. Era una san Bernardo de pelaje felpudo y sedoso solía meterse hurtadillas a su cuarto, tumbándose en su cama boca arriba esperando cariños en la panza haciendo vigilia en la puerta de sótano cada luna llena y lamia heridas.

Era una buena perra, la mejor y única que tuvo Remus.

Un día su padre llego de una semana de juerga, golpeando, hinchado y cojeando del pueblo vecino.

Un mes después encontraron a Robert muerta en la puerta de su casa, le dieron vidrio molido.

Nunca más los Lupins tuvieron mascotas.

El tercero lo oficio su abuelo, las flores preferidas de la difunta invadieron la sinagoga su padre tenía demasiado alcohol en la sangre como para asistir.

No tiene un atisbo de memoria de la ceremonia solo que lapida decía Hope Howell- Lupin, el nombre de su madre junto a un epitafio edulcorado y prototípico para una mujer nada prototípica.

Sus pulmones se derrumbaron como una vieja casa de agua salada.

Un techo pequeño, en un pueblo pequeño sin la más mínima intención de responder cartas de pésame incluso si son de Sirius Black con su caligrafía aristocrática y alargada con un soborno de chocolate y una puntuación gramatical exquisita.

Solo quería esperar que la próxima luna llena lo matara. Sobrevivió en cada una en un alegato contra su propia voluntad.

En ocasiones escucha el tintineo del monedero de su tía Luvdia en los pasillos, ve Robert en las manadas de perros salvajes de Hogsmeade, huele a su madre en cada ungüento de la enfermería.

#wolfstar #merodeadores #fanfic #español #remus lupin #sirius black #remuslupinjudio #hope howell

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