#poltergeist remus

[gracexthoughts]

of violent delights chapter 3

a tea party

31 October 1995- 15 years after the sacrifice of James and Lily Potter 

Euphemia's POV

The first two months of term have passed mostly with ease. My schedule has been packed with classes, Quidditch practices and the dreaded prefect rounds. Riddle and I perform our rounds as quickly and with as little communication as possible. Since our argument the first night, we barely speak to each other. Riddle seems to be saving his antagonism for outside of prefect duties, preferring to make snide comments in the halls and classrooms rather than while on duty. 

Quidditch has been another trial all together. It's our captain's, Oliver Wood, last year and he is desperate to win the Quidditch cup. We are playing the first match of the year next weekend against Slytherin, our biggest rival, and if we don't win I fear Oliver may never recover. He's had us on the most rigorous training regime for the last month and I wake up most mornings more sore than ever. 

Today, however, the castle is serene and calm as most of the student body is off in Hogsmeade and celebrating the holiday. Harry has been despondent most of the day. Since Uncle Vernon neglected to sign the permission slip for Harry before we blew up Aunt Marge and ran away, he has to stay in the castle while all his friends are out shopping and having a great Halloween. I offered to sign it myself but according to McGonagall I am "not yet Harry's guardian" and therefore ineligible. I tried the "I have been taking care of him more than out Aunt and Uncle ever have" approach but she wouldn't hear it since I'm not even 18 yet. So Harry is stuck at Hogwarts. 

Hoping to make Harry feel better, I stayed in the castle with him; although, I know studying in the library on a Saturday really was the last thing he wanted to do. I watch him as he sits across from me, his divination textbook open but untouched in front of him. "Hey, you know what? Screw studying. Lets go grab our brooms and run some drills outside on the pitch," I say, closing the textbook in front of me. Harry turns his gaze from staring out the window to me, slightly more interested than before. 

"Really? I thought you have an essay to finish," he says, skeptically. 

I shrug, pushing books into my bag and standing. "Its not due for a few more days. Besides, we have to crush Slytherin next weekend, don't we?" I ask, walking backwards away from the table, my best mischievous smirk on my face. "Come on! Chop chop!" Harry smiles and stands, pushing is books sloppily into his bag and following me out the door, both of us laughing. As we walk through the halls, Harry and I talk about Quidditch and what drills he wants to run until a voice calls out, "Harry? Euphemia?" I take a few steps back to see Professor Lupin walking through his classroom towards us. "What are the two of you up to? No Hogsmeade today?"

"No sir, we're just leaving the library," I say casually, assuming a teacher would try to stop us going to the pitch without supervision. Harry's expression sours again and he looks down at his feet. 

"Ah, well why don't you come in? Harry, I've just gotten a grindylow for next lesson," Lupin says kindly, stepping back and walking through the classroom towards his office at the back of the room. 

"A what?" Harry questions, following Lupin, his interest in Defense Against the Dark Arts distracting him momentarily. I set my bag on one of the desks and follow after them. 

"It's a water demon," I say, "There's some in the Black Lake, isn't there?" I ask as Harry eyes the horned, green creature contained in a tank in the corner. 

"Quite possible, although I had this one shipped in. You learned about them already?" I nod. 

"Yeah, we did those third year as well. Although Professor Quirrell didn't actually bring one in," I chuckle. 

"Would you two like a cup of tea?" Lupin asks, as he looks around, presumably for a kettle. 

"Sure." 

"All right," Harry and I speak at the same time. He looks at me, wondering how long I think this will take and I shrug. We can go to the pitch later still. Harry and I take a seat at the chairs Lupin has across from his desk as Lupin taps his wand on the kettle, filling it instantly with hot water. 

"I only have tea bags currently, although I daresay you're quite tired of tea leaves," Lupin says, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, eliciting a smile from me as he hands me a chipped tea cup. 

"How'd you know about that?" Harry asks, taking his own cup from the professor. 

"Professor McGonagall told me. Are you concerned about it?" 

"No," Harry responds quickly, telling me he's lying.  "Professor, can I ask you something?" 

"Of course, you can ask me anything," Lupin says, sitting in his desk chair. 

I watch Harry as he considered Lupin for a moment before speaking up, "Why did you stop me from facing the bogart?" Harry had told me about that first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, where a bogart had turned into a dementor in front of Harry, but I hadn't realized it had been bothering him so much. 

Lupin raises his eyebrows, leaning forward on his desk. "Well, I would have assumed that obvious; I assumed it would take the shape of Lord Voldemort." I watch Lupin, surprised not really by his answer but that he actually said Voldemort's name. Almost no one dared to say his name, even 15 years after his death. It was always "You Know Who" and "He Who Must Not Be Named." 

"Well, I guess I thought of him first but, then I remembered the train and I..." Harry sets his tea down on the desk, watching it as if he fears its going to run away. 

"I'm impressed, Harry. That suggests that what you fear the most is fear itself. Quiet wise of you." I smile at Harry who looks quite stunned by the professor's comments. 

"I-is it normal? For people to faint?" Harry asks hesitantly, glancing at me, "Or to... hear things?" 

"Well, dementors force us to relive our worst memories. Pain becomes their power," Lupin answers carefully. 

"We heard our mum," I say, "both of us. Just before..." Lupin studies me for a long moment, his eyes sad and heavy. 

"Mia, do you- do you remember what happened that night?" He asks very slowly, carefully. 

"No... at least, I don't know if what I remember is what happened or what my brain has made up from my dreams and from what we've been told," I shift in my seat, looking down at the cup in my hands. I've had the same nightmare for as long as I can remember, being woken up and taken into a nursey. Placed in the crib with a baby with dark hair and green eyes, our mum looking down at us, and then screaming as a green light covers everything. "Godric, I just realized today is the anniversary," I blurt out, feeling guilty for not remembering sooner. My fingers find the ring on my left pointer finger, twisting it around with my thumb. The ring was left with us when we were given to out Aunt and Uncle, along with a wristwatch and a letter to the Dursleys. Harry and I always assumed they had belonged to our parents but we've never known for sure. The office is silent for a heavy moment and I start to fear that I said too much, admitted too much to this near stranger.

"You know, the very first time I saw the two of you, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scars. You are the near spitting image of your parents, the pair of you. And you both have Lily's eyes." Harry's and my heads both shoot up at the man. People often spoke of our parents, how brave they were and how wonderful their sacrifice was but very few ever really claim to have known them. "Yes. Oh yes, I knew your parents," Lupin speaks gravely, a strange pain and mourning in his voice, "Your mother was there for me at a time no one else was. She was  a singularly gifted witch, and always unfailingly kind. She could often see the beauty in others even when they could not see it themselves. James, your father on the other hand, he had a certain talent for trouble, we'll say," Lupin chuckles slightly, mindlessly tracing one of the scars on his hand. 

"Yeah, I've heard that about him," I chuckle. 

"Rumor has it he passed that particular talent onto both of you," which causes all of us to laugh, "You're more alike them than you know, and that is a very good thing," Lupin says, gently, a small but warm smile on his face. Harry opens his mouth to say something but before he can there is a knock at the door. "Come in," Lupin calls. Snape steps into the room carrying a goblet of something that is smoking, and narrows his eyes at Harry and I. 

"We'll leave you, professors. Thank you for the tea," I say, setting my cup down and pulling Harry up. Lupin smiles at us before we leave. Snape follows us to the door, closing it sharply behind us. Once we are back in the hallway, I look at Harry with a mischievous smirk. "Race you to the pitch?" 

"You're on!" 

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 "Its going to be great! We picked up some Butterbeer and Firewhiskey today and some Ravenclaw is going to DJ!" Fred says, rapid fire catching me up on the plans for the party tonight. Fred and George like to fancy themselves the party planners for the school and always, always throw a party on Halloween. 

"Freddie, that sounds great," I chuckle, as we walk back from the Halloween feast to the Gryffindor Dorms. 

"Party of a lifetime, Mia," Fred chuckles, throwing his arm around my shoulders and pulling him into me, causing me to laugh. 

"Oh I have no doubt," I chuckle as we round the corner to the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. Fred and I slow our pace, eyes falling on a crowd gathered around the entrance. "The hell?" 

"Mate, what's going on?" Fred asks Oliver who is standing towards the back of the pack. Oliver shrugs, trying to look through the crowd. I untangle myself from Fred and push my way through the crowd, towards the front. Finally I step to the front and my blood runs cold. The portrait where The Fat Lady normally presides over the entrance to Gryffindor Common Rooms is completely shredded. The magic portrait is still for the first time that I've ever seen, leaving the dorm inaccessible. I step towards the portrait, examining the tears in the canvas, trying to figure out what could have done this. Did a creature get into the castle? It's certainly not the first time something has gotten in where they shouldn't be. But there is no damage anywhere else. When a troll was let into the castle a few years ago it destroyed nearly everything it encountered.  A realization hits me and my stomach twists. I turn sharply, startling the students behind me. "Go find Dumbledore," I say to a younger student before I push my way back through the crowd. 

"Mia! What's going on?" George asks, having joined Fred and Oliver at the back of the group along with Alicia, Angelina, and Lee. 

"Someone attacked the Fat Lady. Have you seen Harry?" I ask quickly, scanning the corridor for my brother.

"What? Who would do that?" Angelina says, craning to look around the crowd. 

"I have to find Harry," I say starting to move down the hall before a hand wraps around my arm pulling me back. 

"Mia, slow down. What's going on? Why do you need Harry?" Fred says, holding me to prevent me from leaving on my own. 

"I don't know but something is in the castle and they targeted the entrance to Gryffindor Tower!" I say trying to pull my arm from Fred's grasp. 

"No, if there's something in the castle, I'm not letting you go off alone. It's not safe." 

"Fred, stop! I need to find him," I say, getting frustrated. I finally pull myself from Fred grasp and turn to see Harry, Ron and Hermione walking towards us down the corridor. "Harry!" I yell, rushing towards him, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he says, clearly weirded out by my concern.

"Mia, what's going on?" Hermione asks, eyeing the crowd in the corridor. 

"Nothing good," I mutter. Just then, Dumbledore appears followed by Lupin, McGonagall and Snape and Flitch, the crowd parting around them. 

"Oh my," Hermione mutters behind me as the portrait comes into view. 

"Mr. Flitch, round up the ghosts and start searching all the paintings for the Fat Lady," Dumbledore orders. 

"Oh you could try!" Cackles Peeves, the pranking poltergeist, from above; looking very pleased with the chaos below him. 

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore asks calmly, almost daring the ghost to taunt him. 

"She's a horrible mess, you see.  Running around on the third floor blubbering horribly," Peeves says, his voice oily in the absence of his cackle. 

"Did she say who is to blame?" 

"Oh yes, Sirius Black. Nasty temper on that one, Professorship." 

Harry and I exchange a tense look and a ripple of fear passes through the rest of the crowd. Maybe Mr. Weasley was right after all...

A/N: These scenes are kind of a mix of what happened in the book and the movie but I hope it still makes sense. I really wanted to have the moment talking about James and Lily from the movie as its always been one of my favorites so I hope I did it justice. Also, I just couldn't cut out Peeves. 

#mattheo riddle fanfic #mattheo riddle imagine #matteo riddle #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle smut #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #hp #hp fandom #hp fanfic #hogwarts #hogwarts oc #hogwarts houses #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #prisoner of azkaban #potter siblings #peeves the poltergeist #sirius black #remus lupin #fred weasley #george weasley #of violent delights

[cosmic-cheeto]

'Peeves the Poltergeist' was one of my favourite Harry Potter characters and should show up in more fanfiction.

Especially marauder era fanfics because I'm sure James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter would have to be wary of Peeves seeing them because they would have no idea whether he would try messing the prank up or if the poltergeist would be on their side, distracting teachers.

They have been betrayed just as many times as they have been assisted by Peeves the Poltergeist.

#harry potter #marauders fandom #marauders headcanon #the marauders era #pro marauders #marauders era #marauders #the marauders headcanon #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter fandom #hp fandom #peter pettigrew #james potter #peeves the poltergeist

[stabby-apologist]

If people don't think I wouldn't watch a 5 hour long Harry Potter movie, they're wrong. Put in every deleted scene, cut scene, and what they would have put into the movies. Add in all the stuff that should have been in the movies from the books

TAKE MY MONEY!

#harry potter #deleted scenes #lucius malfoy #severus snape #bellatrix lestrange #draco malfoy #percy weasley #peeves the poltergeist #tom riddle #lord voldemort #hermione granger #SPEW #winky #dobby #kreacher #sirius black #walburga black #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #marauders era #snapes worst memory

[lettersfromthewindmill]

‘Nasty nasty nasty temper he’s got...' Peeves paused, grinning again and turned suddenly, leaning straight into Remus' ear before shouting: '...that Sirius Black.’

The crowd of children gasped and Peeves shot upwards, straight through the ceiling, cackling loudly. Dumbledore's eyes met Remus' for just a moment, cool and blue and Remus felt himself crumple slightly back against the picture frame.

Fat Lady's portrait, viciously slashed for Chapter 7.

#remus john lupin #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #remus lupin #the prisoner of azkaban #prisoner of azkaban remus' pov #that Sirius black #ao3 link #first fanfic #peeves the poltergeist

[hedwigge]

Did James Potter ever team up with Peeves the Poltergeist for a prank? If he did what would the prank be?

I like to think that James and the rest of the marauders teamed up with peeves quite frequently, but especially for big pranks.

One prank I think they would've done is made peeves a distraction a couple hallways over, but the real peank would be to completely fill up the great hall with water and add in some fish (and maybe the giant squid too!)

#james potter #the marauders #marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #peeves #peeves the poltergeist #harry potter #harry potter headcanon #marauders headcanon #hogwarts #the giant squid

[frogs-on-unicycles]

"give her hell from us peeves" - fred or george in order of Pheonix

Even after Umbridge left hogwarts, peeves still strove to piss her off. Once or twice each week, he would rock up at her office and release a cage of nifflers, or send her 200 copies of harry's Quibbler interview or lace her tea with a potion.

One time, while harry was on the run, peeves used a measure of polyjuice potion, complete with harry's hair. (After mad-eye's death, the ministry found a disturbingly large collection of different wizards' hairs. It was really too easy for peeves to slip in and steal some). And oh, the pandemonium that ensued when harry potter himself ran screaming through the ministry foyer. Least of all, clad in umbridge's pastel skirts and fussy pink ribbons.

Inspired by this success, peeves tacked adverts in all the common rooms. Three days later, the ministry was forced to shut down again as minestry officials began randomly morphing into hogwarts pupils and staff. It was roumered that the minister himself spent three hours as snape, and was forced to leave immediatrly to wash his hair.

Peeves continued in this vain even after the war, leaving hogwarts once a week with a new prank or trick to play on her. It kept things fresh for peeves. Got him out of the castle. Although, with little teddy lupin now at hogwarts, life was rarely dull.

Teenagers - my chemical romance

#harry potter #peeves the poltergeist #teddy lupin #Lupin #The second war #Peeves #professor umbridge #dolores umbridge #Dolores #Remus lupin #Voldemort #marauders fandom #I love wolfstar

[padfootastic]

Although I love the discussions you’ve been having today, I had to drop in to squeal about your Harry interrogating Remus fic! Especially the part about Harry threatening Remus if he didn’t treat his Padfoot right! I LOVED IT! I can see a tiny little Harry, who’s clever and steadfastly loyal at every age, wreaking havoc on Remus if he ever hurt a hair on Sirius’ head. I’m sure it sounded ominous, Remus, it was meant to be… baby assassin Harry would’ve made it happen!

So thank you thank you thank you for the fic! Especially since I know you don’t usually write Wolfstar - it was literally like a ray of sunshine in my day!

hsjakshfhfjj 😭😭😭😭 thank you anon, this was the best thing for me to read 💜💜💜

why is baby assassin harry so precious (instant image of a toddler in a formal black suit, an earpiece, and sunglasses) and why do i wanna write a oneshot where he sees/hears remus amidst…fun times with sirius and decides mr. lupin has hurt his padfoot after all and this calls for sum targeted warfare. cue magical baby hostility where he does stuff like put salt into tea, turn remus’ hair a different color, set the cat on him, Vanish his shoes, levitate his food away from him etc etc until sirius has to sit him down and ask what is going on, ‘i thought you liked mr. lupin’ and harry’s like ‘NO! i heard it the other day’ and sirius’ like ‘???’ and harry goes ‘you were saying remus no ‘n stop n’ he was shouting. he hurt you.’ and sirius doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

we can call it…guerrilla warfare.

#sirius black #harry potter #how does he tell harry that he was the one ‘hurting’ remus wink wink #by teasing him to death #also guerrila because harry isn’t the kind to be outwardly mean #but he’s also smart and two marauder’s kid and has an accomplice in the #form of miss batty who’s endlessly amused by this #also was i describing disgruntled harry or a poltergeist in the middle there #he doesn’t have it in him to *actually* hurt remus but he wants to annoy him away from the house ya feel? #no one who’s mean to his padfoot can stay #ppb #pen’s asks

[ellecdc]

ELLE ELLE ELLE I COMETH TO THEE WITH DESIRE OF SALVATION

poly marauders x reader who's quiet at first but as the relationship progresses/as she spends more time around the boys she gets crazier and stuff and like has the sense of humor of a teenage boy or smth 😭

hi ash!!!! sorry for the wait. also, I couldn't really think of anything too long for this but here's a little baby blurb/scene on our reader with the sense of humour of a teenage boy <333

poly!marauders x fem!reader

CW: mention of boners/dicks, insinuation of activities with said dicks idk it's not explicit

“Quick question, Moony; when did our sweet darling angel turn into such a gremlin?” Sirius asked as he watched you and James cackle to yourselves in the dark hallways of the Slytherin dungeons.

The boys had planned a prank on Slytherin tonight, and you had insisted on tagging along. If you had told Sirius a year ago that the shy, quiet girl who could barely hold eye contact and flushed furiously at any compliment would be actively participating in one of their pranks, he would have laughed in your face.

But alas, here you were.

Cackling so hard you were clutching at your stomach and nearly falling over.

All because James had given you the can of muggle spray paint and you used it to draw a dick on the wall.

“I think she’s been hanging out with us too much.” Remus commented with a smile, leaning some of his weight onto the shorter boy as they watched you skip down the hall to paint another.

“I mean, dicks, really?” Sirius harrumphed. “That’s not tasteful at all.”

Remus chuckled and pinched Sirius’ bum. “That’s not quite what you were saying last night.” He said with a wink as he started down the hall after you, leaving Sirius a blushing (and semi-hard) mess in the dark corridor. 

He could only bring himself to follow after the three of you when he heard the likes of Peeves moving through the dungeons and he was horrified at the idea of the poltergeist finding him with a hard on so close to the Slytherin common room. 

#ask elle #marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders x you #poly!marauders fluff #poly!marauders imagine #poly!marauders #mini blurb #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #james potter x reader #james potter x you #ellecdc fics

[undercoveravenger]

The Haunted House

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Male!Reader:

Requested: Yes

Request: “getting dared to go into the shrieking shack on Halloween (wow, a full moon on Halloween? How weird...) and finding a big scary werewolf waiting for you. Except he's really not all that scary, he just won't let you leave because Remus really likes you and his wolf form can't quite say that, just wants to keep you there.”

A/N: This is post number 4 for the 2023 Spooky Month event. Y’alls trick or treat is coming next Tuesday, October 31st. Hope you’re ready.

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The Shrieking Shack had well earned its name throughout the years you’d been at Hogwarts, with guttural screams and groans echoing from it each month around the time of the full moon. You’d heard dozens of different stories- ghosts, ghouls, poltergeists like Peeves. Someone from your Transfiguration class even thought it was some long-abandoned merfolk in a tank that’d grown too small.

Whatever it was though, you were going to find out.  The lot of you had had to sneak out of your commonrooms and were nearly caught by patrolling professors or prefects a couple times, but now here you are with your friends crowding around behind you clamoring encouragingly, you stand just past the fence separating the Shrieking Shack from the rest of Hogsmeade. The full moon looms ominously just over the ramshackle eaves of the decrepit building, providing just enough light for you to pick your way through the snowy yard and up to the front door.

A mumbled spell is enough to break away the locks and rotting boards holding the door closed and you’re able to force it open the rest of the way with a forceful shove. You only allow yourself one fleeting glance over your shoulder at your friends before making your way into the house and closing the door behind you, resolved to completing your friends’ dare and staying the night in the haunted house.

The floorboards creak with every step you take, wavering slightly under your shoes as your weight puts pressure on long-damaged planks as you make your way deeper into the house, each room revealing deep gashes carved into the walls and floors. Tattered strips of fabric from what might have been blankets or clothes are strewn about, stained a dark rust color in places from what you can only assume is blood. Some rooms even have shards of what would have once been furniture, a splintered chunk of wood that may have once been the arm of a couch tossed thoughtlessly against one wall of a ruined living room and the stuffing from a gutted chair cushion decorating an old bedroom, but no matter how many torn apart rooms you explore, you aren’t been able to find the source of the screams.

It finds you.

You’d wandered into what you think was once-upon-a-time a study, an ancient oak desk sitting on two broken legs in the middle of the room and its chair upturned nearby. The contents of the desk had proven uninteresting by the time you’d dug through the second desk drawer and you’ve gotten to the point of boredom that you’re considering just leaving altogether when you see it standing in the doorway. You’re not sure how long it had been watching you, but it stands, still as a shadow, with pitch dark eyes locked squarely on you.

You can see the beast’s raised hackles over the top of its head, lowered so it can fix you with a brutal stare, and a growl so low it rumbles through you like thunder fills the room as it takes a looming step closer. As it creeps forward, a brush of moonlight from the cracked window pane behind you catches it, giving you just enough light to make out further details of the creature.

At first glance, you might’ve thought it was just a wolf, but the longer you look the more your situation begins to sink in. The creature before you was nearly double the size of any wolf you’d ever heard of, back easily brushing the doorknob as it stalks into the room. Its legs are long and its paws splay when it walks like they’re not quite right, but the real telling point are its eyes. It doesn’t look away from you as it approaches, not even for a second, weaving through discarded furniture and debris like it was second nature until it stands just on the other side of the desk from you. It doesn’t look like it’s questioning whether you’re a threat like any other wild animal would, and the growl has started to subside now that it’s gotten a good look at you. The look in its eyes, while certainly somewhat wild, is too human to be anything else.

You’re not quite sure what to do at this point, not with a massive werewolf between you and the door, but being in a werewolf’s den during the full moon certainly can’t be a good idea. With that in mind you begin to move, edging slowly around the corner of the desk in order to not spook the wolf, already surprised by its calm demeanor and unwilling to test its good graces. The wolf allows you to pass by it and slip from the room, though you can hear the heavy footfalls of its paws as it follows you. You move back toward the front door, intent on leaving the same way you’d come, but you’re stopped by the massive wolf letting out another thunderous growl and shoving its way between you and the door. It bullies you on with more furious growls and pointed nips to your heels and hands, further into the house and up a narrow back staircase into a near demolished bedroom.

You obey when it gives you a pointed glare, settling down against the wall opposite the door. A satisfied huff escapes the wolf and it pads after you, flopping carelessly down to lay beside you and resting its large head heavily on your lap. The reason behind the werewolf’s behavior was confusing, certainly, but werewolves had been known to be territorial and prone to violence from what you’d heard, so if sitting here for a few hours while you waited for the wolf to shift back meant it’d keep you safe, then that was a small price to pay. 

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It’s not the watery morning light that wakes you, but the shift against you. The aching, tortured gasp of pain that escapes as the person curled against you moves. The sound has you on high alert straightening against your back’s own cry of pain from sleeping sitting up all night, eyes blinking open blearily and finding the now-human werewolf trying to shift away from you.

It takes you a moment to recognize him without his signature posse of idiots and the bright red Gryffindor robes, but you are able to place the jagged pink scars across his face and his curly brown hair from some of your shared classes - Remus Lupin. 

“Remus?” His name escapes you before you can stop yourself from speaking and you can see the way the tension takes root in him, joints and muscles coiling under his skin like he was preparing himself to run from some threat.

He seems to have to force himself to settle before he can speak, dark chocolate eyes examining you thoroughly. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? When I was-” He cuts himself off with a clear of his throat, eyes dropping back to his lap. He must’ve managed to track down his clothes from before he’d shifted since he was using them to cover himself. “I can’t really remember anything when I’m… like that.”

“No,” you say, and you can see the relief wash over him, tension easing in his shoulders and he no longer looks like he is going to accidentally shred his jumper. “No, you, uh, well you brought me here and then decided it was a proper time for a cuddle apparently.” You try to force a laugh, though the situation is certainly still awkward, “I thought that werewolves were s’posed to be scary, y’know? Think you’re just a were-lapdog instead?” 

A startled laugh slips out of Remus and he looks almost as stunned by it as by your words, “I- I don’t know. This is kind of a new reaction? I’m, uh, I’m usually not so nice when I’m not myself.”

“Huh,” you say, more curious than ever about the wolf’s odd behavior, “I wonder why you were acting like that then? It didn’t really seem to be aggression, even when you growled at me - more like herding behavior like my uncle’s collie.”

Remus flushes at that. This close you can see the dozens of tiny freckles that scattered over his cheeks and down his jaw and neck. “I… have a theory,” he says quietly, like he almost can’t bring himself to say it. His gaze drops back to the bundle of cloth in your hands and you almost wonder if he would’ve tried to sneak out before you had woken up. You wouldn’t have blamed him if he did. “I think it’s some sort of passively shared consciousness? I can’t really connect to it at all, but maybe it can get a sense of my feelings? Like if I strongly disliked someone, it would probably act accordingly, and if I liked someone…” Remus trails off at that, flushing impossibly redder.

An amused little snort escapes you then and you lean forward, supporting yourself with your arms as you push yourself into his field of vision. “Is this you saying you like me, Remus?” You can’t help the chuckle that escapes you at the way you can already see him scrambling for a response, but you lean forward to press a light kiss to his cheek before he can find the words. “Cute,” you say, grinning as you watch the realization hit him. “Sit with me at breakfast?”

He nods slowly as he wraps his mind around your words, eventually letting you help him to his feet and back into his clothes. The two of you eventually make your way back to Hogwarts through the secret passage under the Whomping Willow that he shows you, taking breaks when he needs them and trading banter and kisses all the way.

And while your friends were curious about the shy Gryffindor sitting beside you at breakfast with his hand curled tight with yours, none of them questioned what really happened to you during your night in the haunted house.

#male reader x remus lupin #remus lupin x male!reader #remus lupin x male reader #reader x remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #marauders x male reader #marauders era x reader #marauders imagine #harry potter male reader insert #harry potter male!reader insert #harry potter x male reader #male reader x hogwarts #hogwarts reader insert #werewolf x male reader #reader x werewolf #male reader insert #male!reader #male reader #male!reader insert #x male reader #x male!reader #x reader

[very-gay-poet]

okay but we as a fandom need to sit down and have a chat

so we have the ‘marauders’ BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL IMAGINATIVE! then we have the ~Slytherin skittles~ LIKE HUH?! Like no those motherfuckers would name themselves “The Poltergeists” JUST to fuck with them after finding out that James, Sirius, Remus and Peter call themselves the Marauders

then James finds out about this (cuz jegulus or smth) and he would be like “Omg they like us they were inspired by us!” And somehow convinced Sirius and Peter the same (not Remus cuz let’s be honest he’s in on it and laughing at his idiots). To conclude, Slytherin Skittles is stupid and I hate it and it’s much more accurate for them to be making fun of Dorky Gryffindors good day

#marauders #slytherin skittles #Regulus fucking with Sirius from a far #We love brotherly love/hatred #mini rant #Jegulus #marauders are dumb loveable boys #(But still very dumb) #dead gay wizards #today on tumblr #im a dumbass

[honeymoonblues]

Kisses & Dreams

Remus Lupin x Professor!Reader

Summary: The school year is ending and you have a question for Remus. (Gender neutral reader).

Part 1 - Part 2

Word count: 2.9k

A/N: This is a continuation to my last remus fic, I never thought this would turn into a little series! I'm not sure if this will be the last part or not, we'll see.

Let me know if there are any spelling errors, English is not my first language.

It had been such a wonderful winter break, the best you’ve had in ages. Those two weeks felt like you had been walking on clouds.

You decided to stay at Hogwarts, along with some other teachers and a few students who didn’t want to go home. At first, seeing all these kids away from their families for the holidays left you heartbroken. But after seeing them all get together for Christmas dinner, you started to understand why they’d want to stay at school. 

It goes without saying that your favourite thing about the holidays wasn’t dinner, but rather the company. 

Professor Lupin had been the most charming companion ever. By the third tea shop rendezvous on the first week, it had almost turned into a routine. You had tried to get creative and do something different each time, but you always ended up back in the tea shop. There were only so many things you could do in Hogsmeade, anyway. 

Remus always ordered the same thing, and you always picked the same little teacup from the extensive collection that Madam Pudifoot’s had to offer. He’d sip on his Cherry Rose tea, and you’d marvel at the gorgeous little tea set that matched your favourite cup while drinking your choice of the day. 

Now that you didn’t pretend to be ‘just coworkers’ anymore, it became the perfect time to get to know each other better, and the shop was a great place to do so. 

Remus was quieter and a great listener, even when you started talking non-stop, he’d still love hearing your stories. But whenever he got to talk it was marvelous. A gifted storyteller with a million different tales about his life, his friends, and his time in Hogwarts. You adored him, and you were so grateful for the great time you got to spend together.

Regardless, the most heartwarming moment of all was when the clock struck midnight on Christmas day. 

When the kids left the Great Hall after the most delectable meal, you had to ensure they all returned to their rooms. You didn’t want to drink during dinner with all the children there, so after all was over, Remus and you got down to the kitchen to indulge in a bit of wine.

Then, Peeves decided to pull a little festive prank by locking both of you down there. Already on your second glass, you heard the poltergeist’s crazy laughter and immediately knew something was up. When Remus got to the door, he sighed and then started giggling.

“Not this again!” His head was resting against the door, his hand covering his face, and you could see him shaking with laughter.

“Again? What do you mean?” Soon enough, you too were chuckling.

When he finally calmed down enough to take a breath, he explained:

“Peeves did this same thing to me on Christmas Eve, back when I was a student here.”

“What? He locked you up? In the kitchens?” You questioned, speaking slowly. When he nodded, your eyes widened. “But what on earth were you doing down here?”

A dazzling smile showed on his face, and he raised his glass.

“Same thing I’m doing right now.” And you almost choked on your drink.

Realizing that whatever Peeves had done to the door couldn’t be all that serious, you agreed that it wouldn’t hurt to enjoy some more wine before unlocking it. Grave error.

When the third attempt at an Alohomora spell had failed because of your incessant laughter, you managed to say:

“How many drunk wizards do you think it takes to open a door?” And that’s how you spoiled Remus’ fourth effort.

At some point, you collected yourselves. You breathed in, and you unlocked the door. It should have been way easier than you made it. Any second year could have gotten out of the kitchen in a minute, as long as they weren’t drunk like you two.

Acting like two sober adults, you walked over to your office. Thankfully, you didn’t cross paths with any students hanging around the hallways past their bedtime, or it could have been quite embarrassing for everyone involved.

Fifteen minutes to midnight, you decided it would be the best opportunity to give Remus your Christmas gift. While you were talking, he noticed the way you kept looking at the clock and then realized what hour it was. Excusing himself quickly, he left your office.

“I’ll be back in a minute, I promise.”

Frowning at his sudden escape, you sighed. His gift was carefully wrapped, sitting in a corner of the room. You took it, your hands starting to sweat just by thinking about giving it to him. It felt embarrassing how much sentiment you had put into it, and how easy it was to do so for Remus.

Your train of thought was interrupted by him entering through your door again. He had a bashful smile, similar to the one he got the day he asked you on a date. His back was straight and his hands were behind his back. 

You looked at the clock one more time, three past midnight. 

“Merry Christmas, Remus!” He had a surprised look on his face when you offered your gift to him. 

“Well, thank you very much.” Remus chuckled, and he too extended his arms, offering a little wrapped box. “Merry Christmas to you.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to! Thanks!” The delighted tone in your voice was impossible to hide, you looked contented before even opening your gift.

He was the first to open the package since you were taking your time not to damage the cute wrapping paper on the box.

“Wait… you didn’t knit this, did you?” You smiled shyly at his question. “Merlin, you did! This is… so much work.” He immediately put on the sweater you had made, it looked so incredibly cute on him. “Thank you so much.” His tone was genuine, and you couldn’t stop grinning.

You would have almost forgotten about the unopened gift in your hand if it wasn’t for Remus giving a little nod in its direction.

“Well, it’s nothing compared to your gift but I-”

“Remus! Are you joking? Remus this is so…!” Barely containing the excitement in your voice, you started giggling. “I didn’t know they sold these! This is absolutely perfect!”

“Well, Madam Pudifoot said no one ever asked to buy her cups, but she was very glad someone liked them so much that they wanted to keep one.”

Carefully, you put everything on your table. The plate, the spoon, and the gorgeous little teacup from the shop. Then, without wasting any other minute, you hugged Remus tightly.

“Thank you, thank you! I love it.” Your chuckles were muffled by his shoulders.

It took a moment, but Remus was hugging you back. 

“I still can’t believe you knitted me a sweater, that’s… incredibly thoughtful.”

When your eyes met his he had such a sweet expression, and even in the dim lighting, you could see his cheeks taking a pink colour. You couldn’t tell if the heat on your face was from being so close to the fireplace, or from Remus, and you smiled shyly, realizing that you hadn’t released him. 

Suddenly, you sensed a weird movement from over your head and looked up. Mistletoe was twinkling brightly, floating right over the both of you.

“I didn’t put that there, I swear!” You mumbled, a little confused.

“No. I did.”

Then, you kissed. And if there was any remains of alcohol in your blood, you surely sobered up. It was soft, sweet, and slow. Everything you’ve ever wanted. Remus’ breath against your skin tickled, and you had goosebumps all over. You giggled every time you had to pull apart to take a breath. Then, spent the rest of the night drinking tea, speaking in whispers, and kissing each other some more.

The break passed so fast that you barely noticed, as did the rest of the school year. It was a busy semester, you had very little free time and it was all spent with Remus, which you didn’t complain about.

Sooner than you thought possible, the finals were just around the corner and most people were drained, professors and students alike.

Also, history was a tiresome subject for most kids. Even if they liked going to class, studying became monotonous, and it was much worse for those who didn’t enjoy reading much.

This year, you gave the students a choice. Each one would have the opportunity to choose between an oral exam or a written exam, because you’d seen first-hand the different abilities that the kids possess. Now, you regretted your decision completely. The amount of work that took making two different finals for every class didn’t even compare to the time it would take to take the oral exams for each student who had chosen it (which weren’t many, but still).

But there was no going back now. You had arranged the list of students per year, dividing them in those who wanted which exam. From the 800 students that Hogwarts accommodated, only a few more than a hundred wanted to take the oral exam, but they meant more than one hundred individual finals to take, and you just hoped for everything to go according to plan and not take more time than it needed to.

In those two weeks of finals, you said goodbye to your sleeping schedule, and coffee became your best ally. At least, you weren’t the only one dealing with this. All your coworkers related, and the bags under the kids’ eyes told you they weren’t much better off.

Overall, a torturous moment for all. But you could still see the spark of hope in the promised summer holidays. Every time you closed your eyes, you felt like you were almost there. On your short sleep cycles, you dreamt of the warm afternoons and cool drinks, of going back home and enjoying your local lake, and of finally getting to rest. Of course, you also dreamt of Remus.

Neither of you had been together much this last month. His classes had twice as many hours as yours, and he was always doing the most for the students. Excursions, magical creatures, games and mixing different classes together for duelling. He put his everything into his job, and you admired him so much for that.

Still, there was something else. For this whole year you had spent a great deal of time with Remus. Some of the most wonderful dates, or a simply shared breakfast in the morning. In all these months, you’ve managed to known Lupin on a deeper level, which softened your heart as well as his. But some things just didn’t add up.

Every single month, he became sick and took some days off. Which could totally happen to anyone, but each one of his sickness lined up to a very peculiar day, or night to be more specific. Besides, you weren’t stupid, and Remus knew that incredibly well. He was sure it was just a matter of time before you had to talk it out, but he had always been somewhat of a coward, and you were too respectful of his own space to demand the explanation he thought you deserved.

The truth is, you couldn’t care less if he was a werewolf! Remus made you incredibly happy, and no condition of his could affect the way you felt about him.

At first, you found it so silly that he had tried so hard to cover his lycanthropy. But after you let this knowledge sit in the back of your mind for a while, you understood how terrible of a situation this was for him.

You knew the way of life werewolves lead in Britain. The so called supernatural ‘beasts’ had a long history of ill treatment and abuse by the hands of the government that should be protecting them. It was a miracle Remus even had a job, considering the laws the Ministry of Britain had been putting up recently. The mere thought of the things Remus had to go through broke your heart into pieces.

In Britain, getting bitten by a werewolf meant the end of your life as you know it. It meant the resentment and fear of the other people, it meant persecution and judgement, and it meant the suffering and agony of your transformation, because no one provided you with the potion you’re supposed to have to endure your pain. The only potion that saved a werewolf from their own animal instincts, the only that can a 100% stop you from being dangerous after transforming. It was the same country who would point at you accusatorily and call you a ‘killing beast’, the one that would deny you the medicine to help you, and completely erase any danger a werewolf could pose to others or themselves. The irony was not sad, but infuriating.

Not every country was like this, in fact, most weren’t. And many places venerated the lycanthropes. In some of them, the werewolves were the protectors of the family, the ones that gave hope to the generation. Stronger, faster, with better reflexes and senses than most. It was obvious why they were worshipped all over the world, why wouldn’t they?

The only thing you desired, is for Remus to trust you with this piece of his life, to let you be by his side at all times. Because even with everything that was going on, the man remained kind and loving, and you couldn’t understand how. You wanted him to know that you didn’t care about his condition, no matter if he was a werewolf, a vampire or a fairy, you’d never, ever judge him.

But you refused to rush things, just like you both had been doing with everything else. You let things flow. Surely, he’d tell you when he felt ready.

Sadly, neither had any opportunity to truly speak to each other, not with the end of the semester upon you.

The seemingly endless weeks of finals were almost over, and your nerves began to ease. Your dreams turned more pleasant, and you’d see Remus in almost every single one of them. Walking hand in hand by the seaside, drinking iced tea in your couch, and cuddling with you under the stars, he was always there when you drifted off. And with that, you had a realization. There’s no way you’d let him go away on the holidays. He had to be there with you over the summer, and with butterflies in your stomach, you decided to ask him.

The last exam you took should have left you exhausted, but when the only student left had given you his paper, you felt more alive than ever. You checked the clock on your wrist. Remus last exam ended in fifteen minutes, and then, you were going to ask him.

Merlin, your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest with how hard it was beating. You were going to make the move, you were going to ask him! Excitement, confidence and nervousness, your head was spinning with so many emotions at the same time.

Your footsteps echoed around your office, you checked the time every ten seconds, until you decided you couldn’t wait anymore, and you made your way to Remus’ classroom.

‘Goodness, I am going to ask him!’ You thought, and had to stop yourself from running all the way to your destination.

The students were exiting his classroom, and you peeked inside, checking there was no one left, before you started to look for him.

‘Remus, good afternoon! Happy about finishing all these exams at last?” You called loud, trying to find where on earth he had hidden. You made your way up the stairs to his office, still talking. “Of course we still have to grade them, but we have almost a whole week for that!”  Chuckling softly, you finally got to his open door.

With your excitement, you almost missed it, but Lupin looked tired, incredibly so. It was understandable up until some point, but he truly seemed like he hadn’t been able to sleep for days. He barely looked up from his papers, and gave you a slight smile.

“Oh, Remus. Are you quite alright, there?” Getting closer to him, you stood by his side and ran your fingers through his hair, in the way you know calmed him down. But he didn’t look up to you again. You pondered for a moment how to ask him, so you started:

“We really, really need the summer break, don’t we?” And you giggled, not as cheerfully as you wanted it to sound. A soft humming sound is all that you got in response.

“Well, uhm…” Stuttering, you looked at him once more to confirm that everything was alright. “You know, I was thinking…” Thrown off by the contrast of his gloomy demeanour, you placed your hand comfortingly over his shoulder and said:

“Remember how I told you I wanted to go back home for the break, mm?” The cheerful tone in your voice was back, knowing exactly what could lift his spirits. “Would you like to come with me? I hope this is not too sudden because I’d love to-”

And just when you were about to ask him, formally, officially, to be you partner, he looked up with those bright eyes and through his wonderful lashes, and got up from his chair. Then, grabbing your arm softly, he interrupted you, speaking with his warm voice and gentle tone.

“I’m sorry. I- This is not going to work. I’m truly sorry, but it’d be best if we… part.”

#remus lupin #remus lupin x you #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus x reader #gender neutral reader #oneshot #x reader #my writing

[cosmic-cheeto]

i 100% agree w you on peeves! he even recognizes remus and teases him (calls him loony loopy lupin and, in harry's words, he's the only teacher peeves treats like that. tho remus manages to one-up him this time), him and the marauders def had a tira y afloja relationship. maybe an unofficial rivalry lol

Absolutely they have something of a rivalry going on.

Peeves might even do a marauders level prank if they've been a little too quiet, and taunt them as they are punished for it.

"See? I can do what you 4 brats do without lifting a finger."

There's also definitely a score, Peeves vs Marauders. As much as the marauders say they don't care when they are "losing", they rub it in Peeves face when they are one trick ahead, and he'd float away mumbling something like "it's 4 against 1, not a fair fight at all.."

#peeves the poltergeist #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #marauders era #the marauders era #the marauders headcanon #marauders #pro marauders #marauders fandom #hp fandom #harry potter fandom

[witchofimber]

in line with the My Parents Are Aliens au: WolfStarBucks as ghosts (plus living Lily) raising Harry

Sirius died in the 1830s and when asked what killed him will only say 'laudanum and sodomy.' Remus died in the 1910s - he was a butler who died of Wooster-like fuckery from his employer. James died in the 1950s for that *~greaser aesthetic~* when he broke into the haunted house on a dare. The three have been living a comfortably undead life since.

One day Remus looks up from perusing the sodden and waterlogged books of the library to find James and Sirius floating there with shit-eating grins on their faces.

"There's a boy," says James. "He's been squatting here for a few days. Remus, I don't think he has anywhere else to go."

"We're not keeping him," says Remus, a little desperately. "We're not - James, we are DEAD."

Harry wakes up to find three semi-transluscent faces floating over him.

"Hello, child," says Sirius. "We're your ghostparents. Like godparents, only dead."

"Noooooo," moans Remus, as the mirrors weep blood.

"Are you going to hit me or something for crashing in your house?" asks Harry.

"We're physically incapable of it and we'd haunt anyone that tried," says James.

What follows is a sort of undead comedy of errors, with James having to impersonate Harry's bedbound guardian on the phone when school calls home, and using poltergeist magic to try and fix the place up to livable standard until they find a massive store of priceless antiques in the basement and just start flogging those instead.

Lily is the antique store owner who's not really sure what to do with the waiflike preteen who keeps turning up these massive windfalls. Eventually she insists that if Harry keeps bringing her this stuff, she's going to have to talk to his guardians to make sure he's not nicking these. Sirius is VERY excited to impersonate a 21st century man. He can walk fast! He can shout into metal contraptions! He has STRONG and OFTEN COHERENT opinions on the moon landing!!

James, watching Lily walk up the garden path: Oh, she's beautiful. Remus: Sure, but she's alive. James, wistful: Do you think she's committed to staying that way?

Hermione is the friend who is ABSOLUTELY CONVINCED that Harry's house is haunted and keeps trying to get Remus to help her ghost hunt. Remus is sweating bullets.

Ron is the dedicated sceptic who's like "don't be silly, ghosts don't exist" while Sirius is walking through a wall right behind him.

Obviously ends with OT4 where Lily realises they're ghosts, adopts Harry and uses their vast antiquing income to buy the haunted mansion and fix it up.

#Wolfstar #Prongsfoot #WolfStarBucks #Moonchaser #jily #Harry potter

[mooninorion]

*Sirius's closet is falling apart because it's full of stuff*

James: So?

Sirius:that's my boyfriend in the closet, I'm hiding him.

Remus in the closet: So it's a poltergeist, not a boyfriend.

#wolfstar #wolfstar headcanon #harry potter #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #remus x sirius #headcanon #sirius x lupin

[dufferpuffer]

First of all, I need to express my love for you and how grateful I am for your deep understanding of Lupin and Snape's characters. You're the first person I see that loves them both while also acknowledging their flaws and not trying to sugarcoat Lupin's toxicity (again, thank you)

Secondly, it is because of your great comprehension towards them that I'd like to see your opinion on this. We don't talk enough about Lupin's shitty and completely uncalled for behaviour towards Snape during PoA (and just how well Snape handles it, because God knows most people would have snapped, and he had more reasons than anyone to do so, but only intervened when CHILDREN'S safety was compromised)

What do you think would've happened in a world where, instead of taking Lupin's bullying and mocking during PoA, he returns it just as smoothly and doesn't just let the man walk over him? What of an alternative universe where Snape just says "you know what? Fuck it, I'm a loser but you're no better" and despite still being terrified afraid of Lupin, he also resents him and subtly puts him back in his place every time he pulls the usual shit? (While also keeping his distance because he doesn't want that man anywhere near him)

Would have Lupin gotten angry? Would he get cold feet and keep the distance too because he can't handle Snape actually fighting back? Would this turn into a toxic asf enemies to lovers dynamic with all the passive-agressive exchanges, backhanded compliments and constant fight for dominance in the situation?

Seriously, love your blog 💕 Hope you're well and thriving

Thankyou for the love :') I love the boys, and without their complex layers of toxicity and trauma the boys just wouldn't be The Boys anymore. Lupin's softness is nothing without his sharp edges after all. Its been awhile since I read PoA. Its the next one i'm reading to my boyfriend. But this is a really interesting fic idea!!! Such a small change - but potential big consequences...? Remus is a coward, but in PoA he was spoiled with getting his own way - and things generally went really well for him. I flicked through some of the chapters where they interact, so this isn't perfect - but what if Snape did snap back every time Remus tried to press him...? He was told to keep the werewolf's secret - not to allow himself to be bullied again. ((This this turned into a looooong look into their dynamic. Oopsy.))

Remus Lupin and the Nasty Man who Wont Let Things be Easy for Him

Chapter 7,

Remus arrives ~fashionably late~ to class so he can surprise the kids: 'only bring your wands (no lame textbooks) for a practical.' He is confident, a little playful - dealing with Peeves effortlessly. (His father specialized in things like poltergeists and boggarts, after all.) The kids think he is cool! He already knows all their names! He is glowing with pride just to be there. So adorable I love him. He has 100% been bouncing on his heels with nerves and excitement to teach this lesson. There is no way he was ACTUALLY late - he just wanted to appear aloof.

He wants to be cool - and fun - and comforting - and safe: Why else have the first lesson be getting the kids to face the scariest thing they can imagine under HIS warm protection...? Albus is definitely his role model - they have the same manipulation tactics. Very different to Snapes 'get it right or else' lesson beforehand. He is safe. He is SO safe. He is The Safest Man. He's learned all their names already, isn't that nice of him?? Now he can learn all their fears, too - and he can soothe them!!! How well planned, Mr Lupin… Warm, soft, fluffy Mr. Lupin. So capable and so sweet… He could NEVER be a monster! Nobody will EVER suspect he is a monster...

As Professor Lupin came in and made to close the door behind him, Snape said, ‘Leave it open, Lupin. I’d rather not witness this.’ He got to his feet and strode past the class, his black robes billowing behind him. At the doorway he turned on his heel and said, ‘Possibly no one’s warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear.’ Neville went scarlet. Harry glared at Snape; it was bad enough that he bullied Neville in his own classes, let alone doing it in front of other teachers. Professor Lupin had raised his eyebrows. ‘I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation,’ he said, ‘and I am sure he will perform it admirably.’ Neville’s face went, if possible, even redder. Snape’s lip curled, but he left, shutting the door with a snap.

Though Snape was still being nasty about the previous lesson - this was a HELPFUL comment more than it was a jeer at Neville. He almost didn't say anything at all - but turned on his heel at the last second. He knows Remus was irresponsible with danger in his youth and is new to teaching. So he gives him a tip: 'Longbottom is difficult to manage. Granger is capable and trustworthy. Pair them together if you must.'

...Honestly he was basically setting Lupin up to look good. Anything Remus said would have seemed lovely, even a terse "Yes, well, thankyou Professor. We will see about that." ...But Lupin politely and confidently spat back. Always politely. He wasn't rude to Snape, but the meaning was clear: 'Back off, Severus. I decide what my students can handle.'

Snape's lip curled. (That's his version of a sneering little smile) 'Oh yeah? Good luck with that.' The amount of body language these men talk through, both masters of hiding their intentions and emotions with masks - they fence with words and actions.

How could Snape snap back without seeming like he was lashing out...? Remus bullies by asserting dominance in a way that makes others seem like they're being mean to gentle widdle Wupin if they retaliate, or are being silly if they defend themselves. Remus is desperate for his students to have confidence in him. To think of him as their sweet savior. To soothe his worries of posing a danger to them, of being rejected, of being suspected…

Snape’s lip curled. "…Then I wish you good luck, Mr. Wolf." he drawled as he left, shutting the door with a snap.

…Maybe that treads the line of what he is allowed to say. Remus would scramble to Dumbledore's office in a panic, to get him to warn Severus not to play silly games... but he would have to do that later, in secret - away from the kids. In the immediate - he would stammer to remind them: "Of course, Lupin means 'Wolf' in French… Snape is just making a little joke!" But god, what a way to knock him off-balance-!

I don't think it will change how the lesson goes. If anything, Lupin will be more keen to push Neville to humiliate Snape via his Boggart. Especially knowing he will soon be seeing Snape's lip curl in triumph as he gets told off by Dumbledore - because Remus snitched. How humiliating, getting a 'teacher' involved. (They're little boys at heart.) There is nothing Snape likes more than humiliating a bully. Every time 'Boggart' is mentioned Snape has the sweet memory of seeing Lupin look so pathetic in-front of Dumbledore, his role model. Every time a kid calls him 'Mr Wolf' as a joke... Remus will have to pretend he 'doesn't mind much', but gently insist they use his real name, please. He will know to tread carefully around Severus.

Chapter 8,

Harry is at a low point emotionally. He is having a good chat with Lupin, who seems to understand him better than other teachers. Though, Lupin is still speaking vaguely, making allusions - much like Dumbledore.

'Sit down,’ said Lupin, taking the lid off a dusty tin. ‘I’ve only got teabags, I’m afraid – but I daresay you’ve had enough of tea leaves?’ Harry looked at him. Lupin’s eyes were twinkling. ‘How did you know about that?’ Harry asked.

If it didn't say 'Lupin' you'd 100% believe Albus said that - complete with twinkling eyes and an awestruck Harry. ((This is making me wanna do a whole thing comparing how Albus and Remus act)) Anyway - In this cozy atmosphere, where Remus is enjoying being the object of Harry's awe, and not telling him he was his parents' close friend...

He was interrupted by a knock on the door. ‘Come in,’ called Lupin. The door opened, and in came Snape. He was carrying a goblet, which was smoking faintly, and stopped at the sight of Harry, his black eyes narrowing. ‘Ah, Severus,’ said Lupin, smiling. ‘Thanks very much. Could you leave it here on the desk for me?’ Snape set the smoking goblet down, his eyes wandering between Harry and Lupin. ‘I was just showing Harry my Grindylow,’ said Lupin pleasantly, pointing at the tank. ‘Fascinating,’ said Snape, without looking at it. ‘You should drink that directly, Lupin.’ ‘Yes, yes, I will,’ said Lupin. ‘I made an entire cauldronful,’ Snape continued. ‘If you need more.’ ‘I should probably take some again tomorrow. Thanks very much, Severus.’ ‘Not at all,’ said Snape, but there was a look in his eye Harry didn’t like. He backed out of the room, unsmiling and watchful. Harry looked curiously at the goblet. Lupin smiled.

Aka. Severus walks into the beasts den and finds a pup. Have you ever seen Severus act so polite? So appeasing? So... dare I say... submissive? Even Harry knew something was up - worried Snape was acting meek because he was trying to POISON Remus. (Only in his dreams.)

And Remus-! All smiles! Harry is looking into the goblet? SMILE! 'I was showing HARRY, who is here in my office with us RIGHT NOW, my Grindylow! ...Oh, 'my' potion? Yes, yes... how kind. Lovely. Marvelous. Please and Thankyou and GET OUT.' Antsy. On edge. Calm twinkling eyes are now jaw-clenching smiles.

Lupin drained the goblet and pulled a face. ‘Disgusting,’ he said. ‘Well, Harry, I’d better get back to work. I’ll see you at the feast later.’

'How lovely Severus is to brew this innocent potion! I shall drink it now! Teehee, its a bit yucky~ Anyway Harry YOU SHOULD LEAVE.'

He just made the boy some tea, ready to have a heart-to-heart... and because Severus came in with his wolfsbane: screaming internally. On any other day, with any other person, Severus would have struck his pitchfork right into his chest and turned him over like hay. They are both defensive here. Cats circling each-other. Severus is SO spooked due to it being close to the Full Moon, entering a private room with Remus - and now having to speak carefully because The Lad is there - he just allows Remus to be the boss 'Yes, sir - on the desk? Of course...' He just wants to leave. No waxing gibbous werewolf temper. Adios.

...What about a Severus that see's Remus' fear of not being in control of the information in the room - of having Harry ask questions? How about he uses his own discomfort to fuel being a little bugger?

‘Come in,’ called Lupin. The door opened, and in came Snape. He was carrying a goblet, which was smoking faintly, and stopped at the sight of Harry, his black eyes narrowing. ‘Ah, Severus,’ said Lupin, smiling. ‘Thanks very much. Could you leave it here on the desk for me?’ Snape walked up to desk, his eyes curiously wandering between Harry and Lupin. ‘I was just showing Harry my Grindylow,’ said Lupin pleasantly, pointing at the tank. 'Right here would be marvelous.' He patted the the edge of the desk furthest from Harry with his fingertips. ‘...I rather think you should drink it now.’ said Snape, ignoring it completely. ‘Your little chat can wait till you recover, surely.’ ‘Yes, yes, I will-’ Lupin seemed a little flustered. His eyes darted to Harry's, and for a moment he thought he could see fear. Harry's stomach dropped a little as he peered curiously at the goblet. ‘I made an entire cauldronful,’ Snape continued. ‘Since you will be needing more than this for your... particular condition-’ ‘Yes, Thankyou, Severus.' Lupin spoke firmer now, cutting him off. Harry had never seen his gaze look so sharp. 'I'll take more tomorrow, then.’ There was an odd standoff between them. Snape's head tilted as he opened his hand for the goblet, but kept his distance. The edge of Lupin's smile strained for a moment before he tipped the strange, steaming brew back and started to drink. Harry had a mad urge to knock the goblet out of his hands. ‘Ugh... Pity sugar makes it useless...’ he almost choked taking one last hurried gulp, leaning to hand the smoking goblet over. ‘Indeed. A pity.’ said Snape, lip curling into a smug hook. There was a look in his eye Harry didn’t like. 'Potter - I highly recommend you leave the Professor alone now to rest.' He turned sharply, cloak flowing behind him as he left. The smoke left a funny smell in his wake. Harry looked to Lupin. There was so much to say he was tongue tied! Does he warn him that Snape wants his job? Does he ask about the potion? A part of him even wanted to comfort his teacher. Adults didn't usually have this much trouble with Snape... ‘Well, Harry, he is right - I’ve been feeling a bit off-colour recently. I’ll see you at the feast later.’ Lupin stood quickly, gesturing him to leave. ‘...Right,’ said Harry, putting his empty teacup down.

I think, if anything, Harry being there would have made Severus bolder. Remus, at the end of the day, can't bring himself to start fights. To refuse to drink the potion would make him look like a child. Rather than seeming like he has a foot up on Snape he now seems a little... pathetic. Infront of the boy he wanted to impress.

Severus is cornering Remus to drain his confidence. He isn't threatening to out him - but he is speaking as if he might, keeping Remus on his toes while staying completely innocent. He is playing Remus' game against him, and is better at it. He has the advantage of far less to hide - and far less to prove.

Chapter 14,

This is the one where Remus and Snape have their grand sparring match about the Marauders Map, but I wanted to add something to what Snape says to Harry beforehand:

‘What did you say to me, Potter?’ ‘I told you to shut up about my dad!’ Harry yelled. ‘I know the truth, all right? He saved your life! Dumbledore told me! You wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for my dad!’ Snape’s sallow skin had gone the colour of sour milk. ‘And did the Headmaster tell you the circumstances in which your father saved my life?’ he whispered. ‘Or did he consider the details too unpleasant for precious Potter’s delicate ears?’ Harry bit his lip. He didn’t know what had happened and didn’t want to admit it – but Snape seemed to have guessed the truth. ‘I would hate you to run away with a false idea of your father, Potter,’ he said, a terrible grin twisting his face. ‘Have you been imagining some act of glorious heroism? Then let me correct you – your saintly father and his friends played a highly amusing joke on me that would have resulted in my death if your father hadn’t got cold feet at the last moment. There was nothing brave about what he did. He was saving his own skin as much as mine. Had their joke succeeded, he would have been expelled from Hogwarts.’ Snape’s uneven, yellowish teeth were bared.

I think Snape would actually be surprised that Lupin hadn't told Harry anything about his father. That HE had told him more about James than ANYONE else had bothered to! He would have expected Harry would now know all sorts of stories where they humiliated him... Unless maybe that was part of a deal? He doesn't talk about werewolves - Remus doesn't talk about his past...? Regardless - I don't think Snape would think it too revealing to say this:

'I suppose your new favourite teacher's painted a very different image of your father. All the better to win your precious trust.'

I think he would be confused that Harry was confused - before getting him to turn his pockets out. It would plant a seed of doubt in Harry's mind: Lupin was keeping BIG things from him.

He strode across to his fire, seized a fistful of glittering powder from a jar on the fireplace, and threw it into the flames. ‘Lupin!’ Snape called into the fire. ‘I want a word!’ Utterly bewildered, Harry stared at the fire. A large shape had appeared in it, revolving very fast. Seconds later, Professor Lupin was clambering out of the fireplace, brushing ash off his shabby robes. ‘You called, Severus?’ said Lupin mildly. ‘I certainly did,’ said Snape, his face contorted with fury as he strode back to his desk. ‘I have just asked Potter to empty his pockets. He was carrying this.’ Snape pointed at the parchment, on which the words of Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs were still shining. An odd, closed expression appeared on Lupin’s face. ‘Well?’ said Snape. Lupin continued to stare at the map. Harry had the impression that Lupin was doing some very quick thinking. ‘Well?’ said Snape again. ‘This parchment is plainly full of Dark Magic. This is supposed to be your area of expertise, Lupin. Where do you imagine Potter got such a thing?’ Lupin looked up and, by the merest half glance in Harry’s direction, warned him not to interrupt.

First of all: "A large shape had appeared in it, revolving very fast." Excuse me? 'Revolving very fast?' What direction?? That's fucking hilarious

Severus knows that Lupin made this parchment. He recognized the nicknames. Snape is better with Dark Magic than Lupin, Harry especially suspects Snape is keen on Dark Magic - it is ridiculous to call Lupin there to inspect the map, and everyone knows it. Snape wants to corner Lupin (for once) and get him to slip up about letting Black into the castle. Remus, of course, puts on another mask so he doesn't react to anything - and shoots Harry an 'I've got this' glance. Which is all very well and good for a confident Remus that's had Severus under his heel all year... But OUR Severus? The Severus that's made Remus look (and feel) wimpy? ...I think they're both going to get a shock.

‘Full of Dark Magic?’ he repeated mildly. ‘Do you really think so, Severus? It looks to me as though it is merely a piece of parchment that insults anybody who tries to read it. Childish, but surely not dangerous? I imagine Harry got it from a joke-shop –’ ‘Indeed?’ said Snape. His jaw had gone rigid with anger. ‘You think a joke-shop could supply him with such a thing? You don’t think it more likely that he got it directly from the manufacturers?’ Harry didn’t understand what Snape was talking about. Nor, apparently, did Lupin. ‘You mean, from Mr Wormtail or one of these people?’ he said. ‘Harry, do you know any of these men?’ ‘No,’ said Harry quickly. ‘You see, Severus?’ said Lupin, turning back to Snape. ‘It looks like a Zonko product to me –’ Right on cue, Ron came bursting into the office. He was completely out of breath, and stopped just short of Snape’s desk, clutching the stitch in his chest and trying to speak. ‘I – gave – Harry – that – stuff,’ he choked. ‘Bought – it – in Zonko’s – ages – ago …’ ‘Well!’ said Lupin, clapping his hands together and looking around cheerfully. ‘That seems to clear that up! Severus, I’ll take this back, shall I?’ He folded the map and tucked it inside his robes. ‘Harry, Ron, come with me, I need a word about my vampire essay. Excuse us, Severus.’

To Harry - Lupin didn't seem to know what Snape was talking about. He is stunned as the teachers have their little battle - as Severus tries not to say too much, and Remus lies through his teeth about things he doesn't need to lie about. His name is written on it. Dumbledore would know who 'Moony' is. Given the chance to defend Lupin, Harry and the Weasleys would come clean on how they got it. But OUR Harry? He knows Lupin is keeping secrets. He cuts off conversations when he feels stressed, he stammers excuses for odd behaviour - and now Snape has suggested he knew James more intimately than just 'being friends at Hogwarts' - yet has told him nothing of note. He might be a little protective of Lupin, but he has never trusted any adult fully... and he is starting to smell the lies.

‘You mean, from Mr Wormtail or one of these people?’ he said. ‘Harry, do you know any of these men?’ ‘No,’ said Harry quickly. ‘You see, Severus?’ said Lupin, turning back to Snape. ‘It looks like a Zonko product to me –’ 'But you do, right? Professor?' Harry cut him off. The silence was palpable. Remus' soft smile was missing at he stared back, wide-eyed. Snape was just as speechless. He realized, with a sickening drop in his stomach, he had essentially just come to Snape's defense. Before anyone could say anything more, Ron came bursting into the office. He was completely out of breath, and stopped just short of Snape’s desk, clutching the stitch in his chest and trying to speak.

Harry does what Severus has done all year: Snapped back at Remus' attempts at bullshitting. It's Remus' fear: his student is suspicious of him. Severus is just plain confused. He never thought James Potter's son would jump in to take his side on anything... he hasn't had anyone on his side all year, either. Not that thats unusual. Is this history repeating? A Potter defending Severus from Remus...? Nah. Not quite. (Not posting the original quote - because it's long. Remus says he met the mapmakers, and that they would have wanted to lure Harry out - but otherwise just tells him off like a good little teacher - leaving Harry feeling guilty.)

Harry didn’t dare look at Snape as they left his office. He, Ron and Lupin walked all the way back into the Entrance Hall before speaking. Then Harry turned to Lupin. ‘So you do know them.’ Harry asked directly. 'That's why Snape called for you. Your name is on it.' Lupin looked pained for a moment, like he was sucking on a sherbert lemon. ‘That is correct.’ said Lupin shortly. He glanced around the empty Entrance Hall and lowered his voice. ‘I helped make the map. It was a long time ago. Last I knew of its whereabouts it was confiscated by Mr Filch.’ he said not looking any less pained about having to say it. Ron looked amazed, but Harry's expression hardened as Lupin continued. ‘I don’t want to know how it fell into your possession. I am, however, astounded that you didn’t hand it in. Particularly after what happened the last time a student left information about the castle lying around.’ Harry was too keen for explanations to let him continue. ‘Why did you lie?’ Harry asked sharply. 'If Snape knows one of the names was you, why lie about it?' ‘Because …’ Lupin hesitated, for longer than was comfortable. ‘because... I didn't want you thinking I was suspicious.' Lupin smiled, chuckling slightly as he continued. 'Theres a dangerous man about, Harry! One who wants to lure you out of school-’ ‘One of your friends.’ said Harry, correcting him - and getting more indignant. 'Is his name on the map too? What about my father?' ‘...You're quite sharp, aren't you.’ he said slowly, his smile falling as he looked at Harry more seriously than ever before. 'Yes, they are. It was a long time ago, as I said.' 'Give it back.' Harry snapped, reaching for the map - but Lupin snatched it away. 'I can’t let you have it back, Harry.' Harry's jaw stiffened. Ron looked almost disgusted. 'You said his dad's, yeah? He has a right to it!' ‘I have a right to it too, as one of its makers!' Lupin stopped himself, as if catching that he sounded ridiculously petty. '...I covered for you, Harry - at risk to myself. You can't expect me to do it again. I cannot make you take Sirius Black seriously. But I would have thought that what you have heard when the Dementors draw near you would have had more of an effect on you. Your parents gave their lives to keep you alive, Harry. A poor way to repay them – gambling their sacrifice for a bag of magic tricks.’ He walked away quickly, leaving no room for a response. Harry felt far worse than he had at any point in Snape’s office. 'Sounds more like he was covering for himself...' Ron mumbled, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder.

I wanted a Harry hurt by Remus' lies. Harry never quite see's his teachers bad qualities while he is at school - because he is only 13. But if Snape being a snappy little bugger has one consequence: It's eroding Remus' projection of a confident man without secrets. Harry can sometimes ignore things he isn't directly interested in, but he is interested in both Remus and Snape. He wouldn't miss that. With some added defensive Ron, because Ron is a good lad.

There are many ways to spin this to be more overt, I took a very soft-handed approach that hasn't ended up changing too much. Baseline, I think: Remus would bend the knee to Severus more often than not. His one true goal is to look good - and Severus' goal is to not let him do that. Snape is BETTER at these games than Remus is. Remus has Dumbledore on his side to stop Snape from getting too loose-lipped, but we all know Snape is clever, witty, petty and vindictive. He finds ways around the rules and does his best to get information to the children that will keep them safe. The only thing holding him back is a slight fear of Lupin. If Remus were to confront Snape, beyond dragging him into a Dumbledore meeting, it would be a 'pretending to be nice, full of backhanded-compliments and cheeky remarks' argument in private. In Snapes office, so Remus can leave rather than have to demand Snape leaves. Because the moment Snape actually becomes angry he would leave - with one last biting remark, so he can feel like he had the upper hand.

....Is this like.... what you wanted? I sorta fell off the deep end... I feel like I've been on some sort of bender...

#love you remus #remus lupin #remus my beloved #severus snape #hp #headcannons

[lynxindisguise]

curious about your professional opinion re: a scenario in which ghost-sirius and ghost-remus are ghost-fucking so often and so vigorously all over like, grimmauld place or the lupin cottage that all the moans and bangs and scratched surfaces and objects falling off walls are mistaken for poltergeist activity and someone tries (unsuccessfully) to exorcise them

yes hi hello: I think in my deeply scientific understanding of spooky ooky ghost sex, two ghosts can't physically fuck without possessing a living couple. so their fucking is more... psychosexual in nature. which, honestly, tracks for these two whether they're ghosts or not.

and canon hp ghosts can really only interact with water, fire, and air, so given that it's wolfstar, the main symptom of their kinky psychosexual fucking is probably mysterious dampness. lots of dripping and leaking and splashing. and also moaning and wailing and spooky whimpers.

but anyway, yes, still absolutely cause for an exorcism. this only turns them on more, of course. everyone involved gets soaked! eventually everyone gets used to the sad damp (horny) ghosts and learns to keep a dry pair of socks around, lest they get wet.

sad damp cat hours

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