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Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: I’m so excited for this one!! -Danny

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September—December 2003

The last time she'd been this tired, she was fifteen and taking her O.W.L.S.

After the interview with the Daily Prophet, everyone wanted to see the cure for themselves. They weren't allowed to enter the Department of Mysteries, of course, but Mel and Erick were now supervising the treatment back in St Mungo's and there were definitely more people in there than it should be. Mel had to usher them away, asking them for some consideration with the patients that had kept their conditions private and wanted to keep it that way.

She was taking Remus' treatment to Hogwarts once a month, she would go personally to make sure everything was in order. She was even considering sending a few spares so Pomfrey could have them at hand in case new students with the condition arrived. There would be no more children suffering the way Remus did.

Mel and Erick also decided to share their discovery with the world, it'd be part of the next edition of the standard book of Potions for the students on N.E.W.T. level in generations to come. Aurors now needed to know how to prepare it as well, since they'd certainly need it in case of an emergency.

The most difficult part, naturally, was getting the Morphy gene, which could only be drawn from a metamorphmagus' blood. It would take a long time to find a proper replacement, but for now, the generosity of wizards and witches had proven to be unwavering. Although to be honest, most of them didn't want to upset Mel. There weren't many metamorphmagi in London, but all of them were donating blood for the cause, enough to keep the ongoing treatments running.

It would also take a while before the rest of the world started to make their own cures. Muggles had blood donations all the time, and the wizards could quickly get used to it, but Mel was set on not asking for a bit of themselves every year forever in order to save others, she knew all too well the kind of pressure that could put on someone.

One night she got home completely exhausted, Mel had been standing for most of the day and her feet were killing her. Harry had left the kitchen light on so she could see once inside their home, he'd also left a plate of her favourite food in the oven and the young woman went to the drawing room to eat it comfortably on the couch.

Her gaze started to wander around the pictures hanging on the wall: Old, from before she was even born, less old, from her time at privet drive with Harry, and a few that could be considered recent, but they were actually from around five years ago, from her travels across the globe with Harry and her friends. She had a few pictures of Regulus and the rest of the babies, though they looked less and less with each passing year.

Mel didn't know why, but she felt like something was missing. It was similar to the time she'd broken the lifeline with Harry, a hole in her chest that didn't exactly hurt, but it made her unhappy.

Grey jumped onto her lap, he wasn't the same old playful kitty that he used to be all those years ago, but he'd always remained loving. The bell on his collar made a cutesy sound when he bumped his head against her. That made her thoughts click into place.

The house was too quiet. When Harry was awake during the mornings they would laugh out loud and talk to each other from across the hall, or yell when they were on different floors of the house— but he was so quiet when he slept now, no longer stalked by his old nightmares... she didn't feel their home's heartbeat in the dark.

The Flints house was always filled with the sound of little kids laughing, or Anne's soft voice singing while working in her office. If someone had told Mel years ago that Erick Flint's house would end up looking like a fancier version of the Burrow, she would've laughed.

Mel wanted a family. She'd ignored the feeling for too long and it was suffocating her. She wanted children and she wanted Harry to be their father. She chuckled at the absurdity of her anguish, but it quickly turned into something less cheerful.

What if he didn't want babies now? He hadn't brought up the subject in years, perhaps he'd discovered it was safer like this, or maybe he didn't want to die and leave a child fatherless as it'd happened to them, he knew how awful that could be. They both knew it.

Besides, after the news about the cure was published, some of the vilest werewolves started to send death threats to Mel, Erick and Daphne. Harry was worried sick and even though she was capable of defending herself, she couldn't help but feel that dragging an innocent child to the dangers she was always exposed to was a bit unfair.

She was aware of the risks and the possibilities she and her husband had while on duty, but death didn't scare her anymore— she was rarely afraid of anything now. It wasn't that she feared being lonely either. Mel simply wanted to live all the things Harry had narrated to her one morning after the war, cause they sounded like heaven on earth.

She was so overwhelmed that she didn't notice she was crying and now she could be heard from upstairs. She didn't hear the bedroom door opening, didn't hear the steps coming down from the second floor, and definitely didn't see a very scared Harry stumbling into the room.

He approached quickly, pondering whether if it was even a good idea to let her know he was there. A sting of frustration hit him, if only they'd put back in place the lifeline once he'd come back, he would've felt her distress sooner...

"Love..." he began quietly, reaching out with a hesitant hand. "Mel... is it a panic attack?"

Harry studied her actions: Mel was definitely crying, but it wasn't the frantic type of sobbing she used to experience during her attacks. It was similar to the way she'd cried while burning Dumbledore's body at the end of their sixth year.

It was a particular form of pain, Mel was grieving... but why?

Harry circled the couch and knelt in front of her, gently, he grabbed the food she'd abandoned beside her, placing it on the coffee table. He faced her once more, and slowly reached for Grey, who purred in his arms as soon as he lifted him.

"It's okay," he got up and sat next to her, the arm that wasn't carrying a cat reached out and rubbed the soft skin of her forearm. "What's going on?"

It was a question, but he wasn't demanding the answer. His voice was patient, and Mel felt vastly comforted by it. She dried her tears and sniffed, taking her time and trying to make sense of the mess she'd caused in her head.

"I love you," she began, "so much... I'm happy..."

Harry frowned, he put his arm around her and stroked her shoulder. "I love you too," he said while she got closer.

"I didn't mean to wake you," she said hoarsely. "I'm sorry— you know how sensitive I get when I don't sleep much..."

Harry kissed her forehead. "You've been working a lot, take a week off." He then started to play with the tips of her hair. "That's not all, though, is it?"

In spite of the situation, Mel laughed a little.

"You know me," she leaned her head on his shoulder. "If I tell you, you have to promise you won't let the way you found me tonight change your mind about what I'm about to ask you."

"I promise on Aragog's grave that I'll be honest," he said jokingly. Mel glared at him and his smile faltered. "I promise, Mel."

She stared at him for a moment. "Alright," Mel took a deep breath. "I want a baby."

Harry stared at her blankly. "You mean one of our own, or..?"

She frowned. "Well, how else are we supposed to have one?"

"Adoption," he shrugged. "Or we could steal Josephine once she's born, you'll be the godmother anyway, so technically it's not a crime—"

"It is, very much so," Mel raised a brow. "Harry. I'm being serious, I want us to have a baby."

"Then let's have one," he retorted, a smile playing on his lips. "If you wanted a baby so bad it made you cry, why didn't you tell me sooner? It was your idea to wait!"

Mel pouted, burying her face in his shoulder. "It's just... a bunch of Greyback fans want to kill me— and you're Head Auror, you'll go on missions constantly, everyone seems to have time to build families but we barely have time to sleep under the same roof..."

"Well, yeah, but I can make time for this, you know that—"

"Yes, but I couldn't," she grumbled. "I prioritize duty before my own desires since I was fifteen and a baby's a lot of work— but Mr Greengrass says I can take a long vacation after this... and I think it's the perfect time for us to start trying."

"To get pregnant, you mean?" He asked, she nodded.

"You... still want children?"

"Definitely."

"Really?"

Harry frowned, but he was more amused than annoyed. "I was the one who mentioned them in the first place! Remember, when we were seventeen? What on earth makes you think I've changed my mind?"

"Well, it's been a while since we were seventeen... things felt easier then, don't you think? The world was full of exciting possibilities, now we're adults and—"

"And I still feel for you the same way," he replied. "I want you and a family. I think we're ready."

Her stomach did a flip, she wanted to hold onto him and never let go. Now more than ever Harry looked to her like a grown, dazzling knight in shining armour. She lifted her face a little so she could lock eyes with him. "D'you think it'll be scarier than the war?"

"Yeah," Harry grinned. "But I've grown fond of this kind of scary. It's the best kind."

"I think so," Mel hesitated, then added, "what about the dangers that might come? What if someone tries to hurt us through our children? I don't know what I'd do if—"

"I promise I'll keep us safe no matter what," he assured her.

"I don't want you to spend your life worrying—"

"If you didn't want that then you should've just let me die when we were fourteen," he quipped casually, but it didn't amuse her. "Mel, worrying means I'm alive. There'll be bad times and good times, so I don't think we should ignore the things we want just cause we're afraid of others."

"I... you're right," she sighed. "My father and your parents— and Sirius, would be upset if we did."

He kissed her briefly, it was gentle and loving. "Probably, but I'm not really doing this for them if I'm honest."

Mel kissed him again, but the gesture quickly started to grow in intensity. Suddenly she was on his lap and a very offended and sleepy Grey had jumped off in surprise, hissing on his way out of the room.

"Should we start trying tonight, then?" Harry mumbled against her lips.

"I'm tired," she responded but didn't break the kiss.

"You don't seem tired," he teased her, holding her waist.

"How about— we just do one— for practice?" Mel replied lowly. "And then we try for real tomorrow?"

Harry got up swiftly, carrying her in place as he moved towards their bedroom.

"Sounds good to me."

Mel had two weeks to rest before going back to work, then it was Erick's turn to spend time with his family. Neither Harry nor she had mentioned their plans to have a baby to anyone, it was something that felt entirely their own, and they wanted to keep it private for a while.

"I'm home!" Mel called.

To her surprise, she heard several voices coming from the dining room.

"Harry?"

"We're here!" He responded.

She walked into the room and found Hermione and Ron there: there was food on the table, and it looked like it'd just been served.

"Oh?" She smiled at her friends. "Are we celebrating something?"

"Nah, they just felt like coming over," Harry kissed her hand when she stood next to him. "We got out of work at around the same time and we realized it'd been a while since we hung out last just the four of us, so I invited them over."

"Is there enough food for me?"

"Quite insulting that you think I wouldn't cook enough for the four of us," Ron frowned. "Grab a plate and shut up."

"Sorry, sorry," she chuckled.

They'd been there for about an hour when Mel started to notice something was going on. Ron was quieter than usual, and Harry was smiling so much she almost wondered if they'd had some drinks beforehand.

"I love your house, guys," Hermione said in dreamy contemplation. "Even at night, it looks like straight out of a movie..."

"Have you seen the garden? Mum used to say gardening was relaxing, so I tried it out. It really is a fantastic hobby."

"You sound like an old lady," Ron teased her.

"Sometimes I feel like an old lady," she laughed.

"You haven't aged a day, though. You just got prettier," Harry grabbed her hand and kissed it a second time.

"That's sweet," Mel beamed, her hand going up and pulling at his short beard. "You've aged a bit, though."

Harry frowned, seizing her hand and moving it away from his face playfully.

"We have something to say," Ron blurted out.

Mel looked at him, and Harry's smile came back fully. "What is it?"

Her friends shared a look and then turned back to her.

"We're getting married," Hermione and Ron announced.

"WHAT!" Mel covered her mouth in shock. Hermione held Ron's hand, who smiled just as widely as Harry. "You knew!" Mel looked at her husband.

"Ron told me this morning, they got engaged last night," Harry smiled guiltily. "They wanted to tell us at the same time, but—"

"But Ron has no self-control," Hermione scowled, yet she couldn't bring herself to look angry. "I made them promise they wouldn't tell you. I wanted to be here to see your reaction."

"Well, you're looking at it!" Mel stood and circled the table to hug her friends. "I'm so happy!"

Harry also got to his feet and went to hug them, in the middle of the embrace, Mel blurted out:

"But where are you going to live?"

"Oh, I bought a house," Ron said.

"WHAT!"

"Been saving since I started working," he grinned. "Every galleon. It's a bit small, and in London since we both work in the Ministry and all..."

"It's perfect," Hermione said. "I would've liked to pay for half of it, but I found out this morning when Ron'd already done the whole transaction."

"I helped," Harry said cheerfully.

"I already told you," Ron rolled his eyes. "You can use your money to buy the—"

"But the house's already furnished!"

"Oh, well, my bad."

Ron smirked. Hermione swatted his arm lightly and he chortled.

"How about you pay the bills for the first four months, then we're even?"

"It's not the same amount of money," she frowned.

"I don't care, I'm going to marry you," Ron raised a brow. "D'you really believe I'm thinking about money right now?"

Hermione blushed deeply at his response. Coming from Ron, the fact that he was talking about money with so little interest just because he was excited about living with her, really said something about the shift in his world.

"Hang on, let's celebrate properly!"

Mel went out of the room and came back with a bottle of wine someone had given them when they'd bought the house. They weren't that fond of it, but it was the only fancy drink they had.

She poured four glasses and handed one to each of them, when she gave her husband his glass, he threw her a questioning look.

"You shouldn't..." he stopped mid-sentence, lowering his gaze to her stomach and looking at her in worry.

Mel wasn't pregnant yet, but she couldn't drink alcohol if she wanted to be soon. However, this was a special occasion, and it was only one night!

"We'll just wait a day before trying again," she whispered soothingly. "It's fine."

Harry nodded. For the rest of the night, the only thing they focused on was their best friends.

By the time Josephine Flint was born, Remus was a month away from finishing his treatment.

That November was slightly less stressful than the last, she still remembered how hopeless she'd felt after having no answers, and now, a year later, she was about to declare her uncle free from the burden he'd had to endure during his entire life.

It didn't mean she was living in bliss, though. She had been trying to have a baby for almost four months and still had none. She was so distraught by the possibility of having ruined her own chances to have a baby of her own that she ended up mentioning her worries to Harry one night.

"I don't think you've done anything wrong, Mel. It takes time..."

"Anne, Tonks, and my own mother had kids without even trying," she pouted. "Bill and Fleur had them on their first try— I don't understand, what is wrong with me?"

Her voice broke at the question, Harry quickly corrected her train of thought.

"We can't judge your body based on how others work!" He told her. "Don't do that to yourself. I won't allow it."

"Ugh, why is it always my lack of patience that gets me this way?" She groaned. "Fine! I'll sit and wait— I'll wait for years if I have to, and if it turns out I can't have them, we'll adopt one— I've made up my mind."

"That's my wife," Harry grinned.

Near Christmas, Mel's life started to get busy again. She was spending most of her time buying presents and sending cards to her friends, she'd even sent one to Dudley, they'd found out he'd finally moved out of his parents' house.

He'd sent them a letter to check on them first, and Mel thought it'd been a considerate gesture. Harry, willing to keep a civil relationship with his cousin, suggested they sent a card in return to let him know they were alive and well.

She was so busy with work and life outside the Ministry, that her habits started to get a bit unhealthy again. One morning she woke up feeling extremely sick, and she remembered that the previous night she'd eaten too little, so perhaps she'd starved herself to the point of dizziness.

Mel was annoyed. How could she eat like this, while feeling nauseous? She ignored it and left to work without eating, even thinking about it made her queasy.

When she got to St Mungo's she found Remus all ready to receive his treatment. They'd realized that the Morphy genes not only took away the transformations but also slightly regenerated the person's body.

Her uncle's hair was once again chestnut with no grey streaks in it, and the dark circles under his eyes had vanished. His skin seemed less dry and had a healthy colour instead of its usual paleness.

"Good morning," she smiled at him. "Uncle Lu, you barely look thirty!"

He laughed, even his laughter sounded livelier those days.

"You look good too, almost glowing."

"It's probably the sweat," she joked. "I've had the ugliest morning..."

Mel was trying really hard to keep her nausea under control when Erick entered.

"Professor Lupin, how nice to see you again," he smiled. "Hi, Mel, how's it going?"

"Good," she said shortly, taking deep and slow breaths between each word. "How's Josie?"

"Beautiful, the quietest one so far," Erick beamed. "Only cries about once a day."

"Great," she gulped.

"Mel?" Remus noticed her discomfort. "Are you okay?"

"I didn't have breakfast, that's all," she smiled tensely. "Sorry— I promise I'll eat something as soon as we..." she gawked a little, quickly placing three fingers on her lips.

"Daphne and I can handle your uncle's treatment," Erick said promptly, giving her a worried look. "You look like you're about to faint..."

"No— I'm not even hungry," she wished they would stop talking, it wasn't helping her. "Truly... I'm feeling a bit dizzy so I'll wait until it passes..."

"You ate something funny last night?" Erick asked.

Before she could reply, however, Daphne walked in carrying a bag of blood and the wolfsbane.

"Sorry for the delay! I ran into an old friend and I—"

Mel stared at the blood and gawked involuntarily. She put her hand over her mouth and stormed out of the place, finding the nearest bathroom and barely making it to the toilet. A moment later she heard Daphne calling.

"M'here!" She panted.

"Is everything okay?"

"Go back to Remus..."

"Erick's taking care of him," she brushed it aside. "What's wrong?"

Mel shook her head, she was shaking. "I think it was a bad idea to apparate without having breakfast— I've been feeling nauseous all morning, I couldn't eat..."

"That's strange," Daphne opened the door to her stall. "Are you sure you're not sick? Let me check you—"

"I don't want to distract you—"

"It's my job, Mel. Besides, if you walk around the hospital and turns out you're sick, then you could be stupidly spreading whatever it is you've got, so it's better to make sure it's just a bad morning."

Mel couldn't argue against that, so she let Daphne guide her into a room where she could check her properly. She asked her a few questions, then she stopped writing and looked at her.

"When did you say your last period was?"

"About a month or so..."

"Was it meant to arrive this week?"

"Dunno— I'm sort of irregular."

"You used to drink a potion to not have it every month, right?"

"Yeah."

"But you stopped drinking it?"

"Yeah, because—" she stopped and quickly continued before Daphne could notice. "Because I wanted to give my body a break."

"Right," Daphne eyed her weirdly. "Wait here. I'll be back."

Mel waited, when Daphne came back she was holding a small box.

"Your hand."

"What?"

"Lend me your hand for a moment."

Daphne opened the box she'd brought and placed a small pearl on her palm.

"I want you to close your hand and squeeze until that breaks," Daphne said without explaining further.

It was Mel's time to look at her friend weirdly, however, she followed the instructions and squeezed the pearl. As soon as it broke, a golden cloud of smoke came out of it, and Daphne gasped.

"Mel, you're pregnant!"

"What!" She opened her hand and threw the shell pearl on the ground. "What the hell is that?"

"A pregnancy test— faster than the muggles', even more accurate."

"I'm pregnant?" She inquired in a weird voice. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah!" Daphne hesitated. "Is... is that bad?"

"Are you joking?" Mel's eyes widened. "I've been trying for months! Harry's been so patient but I was starting to get so worried..!"

"Well, if it took such a long time is because of the potion you used to take— they tend to complicate things," Daphne explained, still covering her mouth in shock. "But you're definitely pregnant now!"

Mel squealed like a schoolgirl, she hugged Daphne and jumped around but stopped abruptly, afraid of ruining things. Now she didn't want to move at all.

"Oh, god, I'm pregnant," she gulped. "I have no idea of what comes next."

"Well, we should get you something to eat, and something else to stop you from puking that," Daphne began. "You'll need a week off, then you'll come back so we can start monitoring your pregnancy— don't worry, Mel. You're in good hands."

The young women went back to the room where Remus and Erick were, now Remus was picking up his stuff, looking happier than ever.

"Would you like to have dinner at my place this weekend?" The man asked the group. "To celebrate. I know I have to come back during the full moon to make sure it worked, but well, look at me, do I look sick?"

"Not at all, Moony," she beamed.

Erick stared at her for a second too long, a tiny smirk formed on his face and he stated:

"You're pregnant."

Mel stared at him in shock. "How d'you—?"

"Please, I've had three daughters," he snorted. "Anne's always throwing up the first trimester just as violently as you did. Besides, Remus said earlier— you truly have this look on you, red cheeks and all..."

"Is he correct?" Remus asked with a look of shock on his face. "Are you..?"

She would've liked to tell Harry first, but given the circumstances...

"Yes," she laughed giddily.

Remus approached her in two large steps and engulfed her in a fierce hug, kissing the top of her head.

"My little girl!" He exclaimed laughing. "I can't believe it! Does Harry know?"

"No!" She pushed him away gently. "I found out just now! Please keep it a secret?"

"Of course," Remus kissed her forehead and hugged her again. "Can't believe it... my girl... having a baby!"

"Can you take her home, Remus?" Erick asked, still having half a mind to keep it together. "Daphne and I will handle the rest of the patients for the day. Mel needs food and rest."

"Certainly!" The man grabbed her stuff and guided her out. "C'mon, I'll make you a cup of hot chocolate..."

At the mention her stomach grumbled, it seemed chocolate wasn't such a disgusting food for her at the moment.

"I'd love that," she sighed.

"Hang on!" Erick hurried to her side, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Mel looked up at him, they shared a knowing look. Somehow, they were always present in each other's life-changing moments.

"Congrats, Mel," he said with a tender smile. "You'll be wonderful parents. I'm actually a little jealous of the unborn child. They'll be real lucky."

Mel laughed without saying anything, she hugged him one last time before heading home.

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bees-writting · 4 months

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HIIII- I’m Bee, he/him pronouns and I write for funsies, feel free to ask me anything that doesn’t disrespect the guidelines :)

Here’s the masterlist, it will stay updated : MASTERLIST

This will be updated as I see fit

Here’s the writting run down yall

Don’ts

Smut

Homophobia (may be written for storyline purposes but don’t blatantly request it bc you don’t like the gays)

Transphobia (same as above)

Racism (same as above)

Irl serial killers (I knew a girl don’t ask)

Illegal sexual stuff (I’ll write stealing and shit but not the nasty bad stuff like that yk)

No discrimination

No actors themselves (sorry it makes me uncomfy, but you can do characters, or characters played by a specific actor)

No OCs written by other people (I may write one of my OCs occasionally)

I refuse to straightify gay characters (I write mostly mxm anyways, I will gayify straight characters- might be controversial but idc)

No like little minors if that makes sense- like no young Percy Jackson but like teens I’ll write for since most characters are teens

Dos

Yandere

MaleXMale

MaleXFemale (Occasionally, mostly a mxm blog)

FemaleXFemale (occasionally, mostly a mxm blog)

Gay characters- (like me)

Trans characters (also like me)

AUs (depending on the AU)

Poly (depending on the characters)

Idk request it and I’ll let you know ig

That’s the basic guidelines both for writting and in general, if you have any questions feel free to ask :)

Here are some current characters I’m willing to write for! - if you want someone from another fandom or a unlisted character feel free to ask if I’ll add them to my list!

Harry Potter Universe

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Barry Crouch Jr (PLEASE I LOVE HIM)

Evan Rosier

Sirius Black

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

Young Tom Riddle

Tom Riddle Jr

Matteo Riddle

Lorenzo Berkshire

Theodore Nott

Teddy Lupin

Newt Scammander

Marvel/X-Men

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield and Tom Holland- I have a Vendetta against Mr. Maguire)

Harry Osborne (TASM 2, AND PLEASE I BEG REQUEST HIM I LOVE HIM AHHH)

Loki

The Winter Soldier

Thor

Pietro Maximoff

Wanda Maximoff

Hawkeye

Black widow

Peter Maximoff

Young Charles Xavier

Wolverine

Beast

Mystique

There are so many of them so if the person isn’t listed just ask if I’ll do them and I’ll let you know

Once Upon A Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Ruby(Red riding hood)

Heracles

Peter Pan(but not canon like not the whole weird family thing they’ve got goin on)

Mulan

Tinker bell

Jekyll and Hyde

Jefferson

August

Ingrid

Knave of hearts

Once Upon A Time (Wonderland)

Knave of hearts

Red Queen

Cyrus

Alice

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson- teen version

Nico Di Angelo

Luke Castellian

Leo Valdez

Annabeth Chase

Clarisse La Rue

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Peeta Malark

Johanna Mason

Lucy Gray

Sejanus Plinth

Effie Trincket

Haymitch Abbernathy(?)

The Owl House

Luz Noceda

Amity Blight (only fem.)

Edalyn Clawthorne

Lilith Clawthorne (only platonic she’s AroAce)

Raine Whispers

Emira Blight

Edric Blight

Gus Porter

Willow

Hunter

Darius

Night At The Museum

Jed

Octavius

Ahkmenrah

The Flash

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Hartley Rathaway (Male only)

School Bus Graveyard

Aiden Clark

Ben Clark

Ashlyn

Logan

Tyler

Taylor

Misc.

Five Hargreaves (The Umbrella Academy)

Klaus Hargreaves (The Umbrella Academy)

Willy Wonka (Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, or from Wonka)

Meeks (Dead Poets Society)

Gabriel Boutin (The Bastard Son And The Devil Himself show)

Nathan Byrn (The Bastard Son And The Devil Himself show)

Mike Schmidt (FNAF Movie)

#Bee-Writes #fanfic #writers #alternative #authors #fanfiction prompts #fanfiction #masterlist #masterpost #prompt list #dos and donts #please please please #request #open requests #harry potter #school bus graveyard #miscellaneous #the hunger games

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dannylynn · 2 years

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Masterlist (AO3)

Most are written in Chinese. Some of them come with translations in other languages.

Wolfstar

最初印象 The First Impression

有钱的单身汉总要娶位太太，这是一条举世公认的真理。……好吧，可能对莱姆斯·约翰·卢平来说，事情并非如此。

Pride and Prejudice Fusion; Slow Burn; Referenced Child Abuse; Referenced Anorexia

Bittersweet Chocolate（English Version）

Remus had accidentally eaten a piece of chocolate cake laced with Veritaserum, and everyone swore they'd never seen the Gryffindor's prefect so vulgar.

But Sirius didn't think so.

Marauders Era; Fluff and Humour; Love Confessions

Rumour Has It（English Version/Vietnamese Version）

Everyone thought Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were shagging. Everyone except the two boys themselves.

Rumours; Marauders Era; James Potter Is A Good Friend

Series: Sex Education（Rate: Explicit）

A series of Remus Taught Sirius How To Make Sex(???)

雨中絮语 Whisper in the Rain

西里斯挤进了莱姆斯的伞下，因为他的伞坏了，显而易见。

Marauders Era; Mutual Pining; Love Confessions

墙上的裂缝 Se L’amore

西里斯现在住在南威尔士。这里和格里莫广场一点也不一样，他打开窗户就能望见开阔的街道，听见邻居家传来的轻柔的威尔士语的交谈。他听不懂那些话，这里的孩子们也听不懂他的伦敦口音，他们喜欢像取笑花园里的巨人一样拿他取乐。

AU: Non-Magical; Referenced Child Abuse; Hurt/Comfort; Reunions

Mark Me Like a Bloodstain（Rate: Explicit）

“我打赌你早就想这么做了。”

One-sided Regulus/Remus; Unrequited Love; POV Regulus; Non-Consensual Voyeurism; Sexual Fantasy

夜奔 On the Run

“你疯了。”他说。

莱姆斯不确定自己是想笑还是想哭。他回望那双银灰色的眼睛。

“我知道。”

Canon Divergence; Post-First Wizarding War; Raising Harry Together; Pre-Slash

When the Bells Ring

莱姆斯醒过来时西里斯不在床上。事实上，他甚至不在房间里。他睡意朦胧地撑起身子，看了一眼床头柜上的闹钟——才刚过八点半。

AU: No Voldemort; Christmas Fluff; Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Family Fluff

霍格沃茨最后的夜晚 The Last Night at Hogwarts

西里斯掉进了帷幔。西里斯没有掉进帷幔。出于某种原因，这两件事同时发生了。

AU: Canon Divergence; Bring Back Black; Marauders Era

我将敢于亲吻你 Kiss the Pain

“如果我能感觉到疼痛，那一定是因为你。”

AU: Canon Divergence; Unhealthy Relationships; Blood and Violence; Implied Sexual Content

buy me a drink (with inspiration)

写作就像调酒，有时候你需要的只是一点异想天开的灵感和一点死缠烂打的勇气。——西里斯·布莱克，并没有说过这句话

追求你暗恋的人也是一样。——西里斯·布莱克，的确说过这句话

Modern Setting; Writer! Sirius; Editor! Remus; Drinking; Friends to Lovers

This is Going to Hurt

或许西里斯早就厌倦了——为什么不呢？他们之间的谈话就像抛��网球，而莱姆斯是一堵坚硬的、沉默的墙。

This is Going to Hurt Fusion; Hurt/Comfort; Doctor! Remus; Established Relationships; Referenced Racism

单恋自救指南 12 Steps to Get Over Your Crush

莱姆斯·卢平教你如何十二步戒除单恋。

剧透：他可悲地失败了。

Modern Setting; Roommates; Love Confessions; Mutual Pining; Coming Out

Enjoltaire

没有人陪他打点滴的安灼拉

安灼拉在打点滴，而格朗泰尔决定以尊称来惹恼他。

Modern Setting; Fluff; Dialogue Heavy

【授权翻译】 don’t @ me

格朗泰尔是个匿名的Ig男友™。然后他的男友甩了他。网上有人决定把应得的功劳还给他。

Modern Setting; Social Media AU

Crossover

Heading West (Wolfstar/Enjoltaire)

有时候莱姆斯会觉得荒谬——他从没有像此刻一般如此了解西里斯，对方则对他在这十几年里所经历的一切一无所知。当然，他不应感到惊讶的，因为莱姆斯总是这样，认为保守秘密对所有人都有好处。但直到现在——直到西里斯像陨落的星体一样在他脚下碎裂开来时，莱姆斯发现他从没有像现在这样希望对方了解他。

AU: Canon Divergence; Lie Low at Lupin’s; Referenced Alcoholism; PTSD; Hurt/Comfort

To be continued…

#masterlist #my fic post #wolfstar #enjoltaire

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halothenthehorns · 2 years

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All in the Family

Chapter 184: The Tale of the Three Brothers

Sirius didn't quite lose consciousness, but he was slammed against the wall with such force he saw everything happen in little starts and stops as spots flashed across his eyes, his head rung like a bell, and his side felt like it was being pulled from the rest of his body, a feeling he knew all too well.

James and Remus had vanished down the stairs… Alice had been there, then she'd fallen out of sight… there was screaming… Peter had been there, but his spell had only made the pain sharper, more localized from his whole being into just one arm. He knew those voices, but they weren't the ones he wanted to hear, so they became garbled and strange as someone held him down and his arm hurt and he just wanted James, Mum was raising her wand at him and he was thrashing over a hole in a strange home- she was going to drop him into a pit and there was a bed beneath him, Regulus was yelling, he was never around when they did this, something was wrong...it hurt and he just wanted it to stop…

He woke up shivering on a cold and dusty bed seeing double. Prongs was beside him, head tipped back as he rested upright on the pillow and something white wrapped over his ears, across his eyes, his flyaway hair more resembled his dad's as it had grey poofs in the strands. His hands were fidgeting with his repaired glasses, opening and closing the pieces. Right behind him was a mirror of sorts, before his eyes adjusted and he realized that wasn't James watching them, his eyes were green. It was a picture of Harry.

His side was liquid fire as he tried to sit up and he groaned in pain and immediately sunk back down, James reached out blindly at once and pressed him down farther on the bed dead center on his chest. "Stay still Pads, they wanted another go at you too."

"Wha happened," he croaked in confusion, James's other hand pinching his glasses in a few fingers, the rest tugging on the bandage and his concern was spiking by the second as he tried to force his pain riddled body back up again. James just pressed down harder on his chest.

"The short version? Everybody nearly died. Nobody actually managed it. Stay still."

He shamelessly pressed himself into James's hip as the fire in his shoulder stayed kindled at maximum heat, he couldn't have sat up without screaming in pain if he wanted to, and he was sort of worried he'd already been doing that for as hoarse as his voice was, but he was waking up now, looking properly around. Someone had magicked one of the couches from downstairs up here, Moony was asleep on it looking no worse for wear, Alice at the opposite end white as snow but breathing steadily. It was rather eerie to see Neville right above her, the same kind face bright and alive as he smiled at them all.

They weren't true portraits like he was used to, they didn't talk and move, but they were alive, Luna's friends, their next generation to look forward to circling them all and smiling in their little gold frames.

"The long version?" He slurred, his good arm trembling as he tried to reach for his wand.

"Stay still," James repeated with a huff, with weirdly perfect accuracy reaching down to snatch his wrist. Sirius hissed in pain as it jolted up his arm and was felt into the other shoulder, and James released him with a whispered apology. "I'll tell you if you stop moving," Prongs pleaded.

Sirius was gasping and didn't want to try again anyways as he agreed.

"The bloody horn exploded, of course. Reg got a broken leg from that copier landing on him, he's still downstairs. Pete mended it to a fracture but he's not trying again, I'm going to smack him when I can see again! He's on some tosh about making it worse," he rubbed in frustration at his own misfortune. "Think they fixed up Moony, said he wasn't too bad but he's still out, we both got knocked around in the head, said my swelling's gone down as much as his but, yeah, this." He was tugging on what Sirius now realized was a ripped-up towel and his stomach spun into a tighter knot. "Ceiling caved in and landed on Lils with Alice in the mess. Both girls hurt something in their back, they're pretty messed up and not moving much from what they tell me after I got dugout. Frank and Wormtail have been trying to clean us all up, but um, it's taking a lot out of Frank doing it alone, never having done these spells before."

He stopped and swallowed and hesitated a long time before continuing in the same level voice, "you've ah, been in and out."

Sirius bit down on his lip hard and glared up at the ceiling for the rising shame, though James was only quietly resolute at his side just like always if he ever mentioned his parents. He didn't want to know what he'd done to earn such a pitiful explanation, had he cried like some child? Begged mum and dad to stop, lying and promising to do better?

He prodded around his shoulder and immediately regretted it for the pain. It didn't matter, he told himself sternly. It was done, and they had to get out of here.

Fighting every quaking muscle, his joints crackling like he was about to bloody fall apart at the seams, he ignored James's hand and tried to force himself to twist enough to get to his wand. No matter how tight he clenched his teeth the guttural pain was still trying to slip out of his mouth-

"Stop, Sirius, please," James actually begged as he tried in vain to keep him lying down without making it worse.

"Then grab my wand," Sirius panted, "come on mate, we've got to-"

"If I could I would," James snapped, he was holding the frames in a white-knuckled grip, in danger of breaking them all over again. "Wormtail took both our wands so we couldn't try! Lay, down."

Sirius ignored him and grabbed Prongs's shoulder, hauling himself upright if it killed him, leaving James with no choice but to wrap an arm around him and steady him as he wondered for a brief moment if it had and his head was floating and Merlin that hurt-

"You idiot," James whispered softly as he crushed him to his chest. Sirius was still gasping from exertion and didn't deny it as he shook, but he felt better and so much worse for it as the pain crashed down in waves and he leaned into James properly now sitting almost upright on him.

Both tensed as they heard someone on the stairs before relaxing and reminding themselves it couldn't exactly be anyone unpleasant, and indeed it was Peter poking his head in with concern. "Oh good, thought I heard you two."

"Hey Pete, come here," Sirius tried to say in the least menacing tone of voice he had, but it didn't work all that well with as raspy as he sounded.

Peter sighed and knew what was coming as he edged forward. He got right up next to him before Sirius said, "now."

James swung out and cuffed him on the ear. Wormtail sighed and nodded, whispering, "glad you two are okay."

"I'm going to break your nose and mend it myself if you don't get your shit together and fix us," James said coolly. "I know you can, stop acting like this."

"Frank's got Lily up and moving, they're looking for her wand in the rubble," was all he bothered to say as he looked guiltily back at the stairs.

"Wormtail," Sirius stated in no uncertain terms. "Do not make me get up and chase you, I will do it and we'll both hate me."

He just looked miserably at Padfoot and shook his head.

"If he's shaking his head, I'm going to smack him again," James promised.

"Feel free then," Sirius huffed, the pain in his side was still somehow growing in intensity, he was fighting off nausea now and only upright as he leaned against James, eyes trained on Remus and Alice to make sure they were still breathing.

James reached out again, but this time grabbed Peter and pulled him closer to the bed, his hazel eyes somehow glaring right into his friends despite the wrapping. "You've been doing healing charms as long as we have, hell it was your idea and you stole the book from Pomfrey! We laughed at you because we thought Moony wouldn't touch us and Pomfrey would fix whatever he did to himself but we learned them anyway because your paranoid arse was right. Fix, him." He stated in no uncertain terms, arm tightening almost painfully around Sirius.

"I tried," he whispered desperately. "I only made it, not as bad on Regulus, and then Sirius started screaming because I think I did it wrong on him and Reg, he, I can't Prongs-"

James shook his head in exasperation, the loosely tied cloth finally fell off and both of them cringed to see his sightless eyes blinking at nothing, blood pooling in the whites and water streaming a bit for their effort to focus. Sirius cursed for his continued movement and wretched in pain. Peter tried to back away, nearly biting the whole nub of his finger off, but Prongs' grip loosened and turned gentle as he pulled him back and spoke with such a soothing reprimand. "Listen, I heard it all okay. You fixed Sirius's arm as well as you did Regulus's leg, of course, Padfoot said that shit, he was in pain! Just go back and try again, you'll get the rest."

He hesitated a few moments more, Sirius just cocked a brow at him and said with all the false bravado he could, "that's it, I'm getting up." He was doing no such thing, but he tried to jostle his legs around and Peter finally gave an uneasy laugh and drew his wand again.

With one last uneasy look at the pair of them, he drew a sharp breath and stated firmly with his wand pointed at Padfoot, "Brackium Emendo."

There was a sharp snap as something jolted inside him, he sprung to his feet with a howl of pain and began cursing wildly for all his worth as his hand fisted up in the now dusty and blood-flecked sweater, but then it dulled down into a throbbing and he gasped in relief. Looking up saw Peter white-faced with fear and James had fallen off the bed, trying to get back up in concern. The noise had even jolted Alice awake and she was whimpering in her own pain, but his arm was finally at a bearable level of just sore instead of some monster trying to chew out of his flesh. "Oh thank Merlin," Sirius gasped in relief.

"Sirius?" Remus slurred in concern as he rolled right off the couch.

"Padfoot?" James echoed, getting upright but stumbling back into the bed and nearly falling back down.

"Good, all fine," he was still panting and sounded as hoarse as Moony as he looked at Peter. "Thanks."

"Right yeah," he muttered. "I'd say any time, but I'm worried you'd think I mean it."

Sirius laughed in delight as he kept wincing and rotating his arm, it still hurt like the dickens but no worse than if they'd just been thrown to another location like every other time. "Go finish fixing Reg," he encouraged. "I've got them."

He could hear Lily and Frank calling from downstairs if everything was okay, Peter nodded and tried to sprint off, but Sirius cleared his throat first. "Wands, Wormtail."

"Oh, right," he blushed and handed them back.

"You'll pay for this one later," he teased as he took them back. "Taking another man's wand, I'll tie you to the Whomping Willow."

At first he just thought Peter was going to stammer and take off, but he steeled himself and smiled as he said back, "If you'd tried in your state, you likely would have done worse than Lockhart. I don't know what's worse than making all your bones vanish, but you would have."

Sirius pressed his hand to his heart in mock hurt, still wincing just a bit but not denying it as Peter took off.

"Check on Moony and Alice first," James said at once as he started tying the cloth back around his eyes, "Frank gave me something for the headache, it's wearing off but helped and I'm not dying."

Sirius thumped him gently on the chest first before going over. Remus was coming out of it, a bit of dried blood in his hair but he was looking around and trying to get to his feet as he watched Sirius back with only concern and no pain of his own so he smiled gently at him and turned his attention to Alice, running a hand clinically down her back and feeling something he probably shouldn't the lower his hand traveled. She released a furious yelp of pain just as Frank came up the stairs to see.

"I can't feel one of my legs," she whispered in horror.

"I got it," Sirius said calmly without looking up, already tapping her gently on the hip.

"Good, Merlin, thanks," Frank sighed as he came forward and took her hand. "Glad you lot are all up, I was going spare." Alice was rubbing furiously at the sudden tingles zinging around the limb and thanking him as well as that old magician profusely.

Remus and Sirius touched each other gently on the neck for a moment before turning away, each grabbing one of James's arms and sitting him forcefully back on the bed.

"I'm not sure what to actually do about this," Remus said in concern even as he drew his own wand. He'd rather Padfoot do this, he had the least experience with these charms of them, but he didn't want Sirius to overtax himself.

"Honestly, same here," Sirius nodded as he tucked his own away and pulled the cloth back off. "I feel like this is going to be more Lily's thing, maybe some potion for swelling or shite. Give it a shot though."

He held James still, though Prongs made no protest as he felt the movement of Remus pointing his wand in his face. It didn't seem to do any good, but the tension in his shoulders lessened some. "Headache's gone now, but I still can't see," he said almost cheerfully as the whites of his eyes vanished entirely, and they no longer had to imagine Harry's nightmare of his own flashing scarlet.

The two exchanged an uneasy look and were more than grateful for the other three to come up as well. Lily went right over to James and began murmuring ingredients to herself as she moved her finger across his eyes, which he didn't follow at all. Regulus was still leaning on Peter and limping but having no real issues moving at least.

"Can't we just work on getting out of here before the rest of the house caves in?" James asked in legitimate concern. He tucked the useless glasses into his pocket and held his hand out expectantly. "Padfoot," he said sternly when Sirius did not give his wand back.

"It's going to take Lily a moment to get her stuff going," Sirius shook his head as she dug out her cauldron. "I'd rather you not accidentally set the place on fire in the meantime."

"I'm not you," he shot back with a huff even as he let his hand fall away.

Regulus quietly summoned the book and sat gently by Sirius's feet as his brother and James began a friendly back and forth about who had caused the worst disasters, they were shouting and laughing about it all in moments. It wasn't as deterring as Regulus would have thought, hearing the loud noise being so pleasant. Peter sat on the ground beside him and listened with curiosity to the strange children's story, the two stopping to whisper and snicker over the old myth while Remus sat on the bed, back to back with his boyfriend to watch Lily's progress, occasionally muttering his own input to his friends.

Lily set up her potion by Frank, the two tossing merit back and forth of which root to use while Alice sat quietly and watched them all with as bright a smile as her son.

The chapter was meant to be content, peaceful. They could have been lounging around one of their own living rooms back at home with none the wiser by the time the trio were done talking about what object they'd pick, Lily was adding a last dash of dittany and coming back over to grab James gently by the hand and pull him back to the cauldron, cutting off his assurances and loud exclamations he was a master of death for his cloak, the idiot.

Everybody else watched in concern as Padfoot suddenly fell silent, Sirius and Remus took each other's hands to fight off the urge to rush over there with her and shove his head in it as they let her guide him to sit down so she could tip his head back and begin gently trickling in little drops into his eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't have half the ingredients I wish to make it perfect, and now didn't seem a good time to try experimenting if some of Lovegood's vegetables would have made good supplements-"

James was waving down her apology without concern, just sitting there patiently and blinking expectantly, but he froze up along with everyone else not because his sight didn't immediately come back, but the questions, accusations Harry suddenly began putting together against Xenophilius Lovegood when he found this room.

Death Eater's had taken his daughter away, and he was about to turn their son in as form of apology.

Regulus read out the destruction they'd lived through from Harry, leaving the childless father behind in his escape.

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leogichidaa · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Thank you!

So the caveat here is I am just getting back into fic writing after a ~7 year long hiatus. Almost everything I list here I wrote a long time ago. Some of my old stuff is still pretty decent, but it's all one/two-shots and it's all non-magical AU. Not a hint of magic in these fics, idk.

Psychoanalysis Sunday

The only recently written thing I have published. My on-going project of little moments from Regulus' weekly therapy sessions with a psychoanalyst. Freudian therapy is surprisingly relevant and applicable to our favorite repressed mummy's boy.

Hungry Like the Wolf

This is part of a dark!Regulus series I wrote, but it's the only one I still like. It features Remus as a poor, lost sheep and Regulus is hungry like the wolf. Dubcon and generally unsettling themes. I might expand on it one day because I miss writing this version of Regulus.

The Only Way Out is Through

Short fic about Sirius and Regulus. It's super nostalgic for me. Remember when Panera used to have butternut squash ravioli in the fall months? Anyway, it's also very sad and contains themes of suicide.

Heavy is the Head

I reread this recently and I cracked myself up. There's some A+ moments in this old fic of mine. The school play is Beauty and the Beast and Lily is, of course, Belle. Her co-star is Sirius' weird, uptight little brother. She convinces him that Sirius and James are dating and chaos ensues.

Heart of the Lion

Lily and Regulus live, but James still dies. Regulus needs a bunch of organ donations after he drinks Riddle's poison, and he gets James' heart. Lily is in the bathroom having a good cry about being a widow when Regulus rudely interrupts her.

Stay tuned for my RAB Fest fic, because unlike these fics it's long, it's magical, and I am mildly proud of it.

#ask #ask game #anemicc-royalty #my writing #if you get this in your ask box ten days from now it's because I'm too overwhelmed to send it today loollllllllll oops

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tiphprince · 3 years

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I have many thoughts and feelings about snape leaving Hogwarts. (I would write it but one I am well lazy and I have this weird internal conflict but yes anyways) I will be signing of as 🤺 (this is so long I am so sorry)

So for scene + background purposes : both the mud blood incident and the werewolf prank happens at the 5th year and I guess eileen leaves him. And snape is in this absolute bedroom depression because rn he can't stand himself, there is no scope and like he knows what possibilities lies in both sides but rn he's craving for fimilarity and the only person who he hates that he's connected to is his father right. They both have this anger that eileen leaves them in spinners end and one of them is free. So he does something he hasn't done ever since he met Lilly : he takes a chance and applies to ilvermony he knows he won't get in he's so sure (until he gets proven wrong). And when he gets that letter that says ACCEPTANCE he somehow empathizes with the women who first introduces magic and the same women who ran away from this horrid place and figures that eileen is a clever witch and she's probably okay of not she'd be back or they would find out that she's dead.

He knows that he's meant to be alone (he does the paper work for a transfer alone, he packs alone and he celebrates alone on his departure by allowing himself to feel something when he buys himself a small plum cake) and he feels incredibly small when he enters the ministry where he meets the headmistress but he's hopeful.

And ilvermony is big and it's grand and it's so much more accepting. On his first day he meets a brown eyed girl who's made him feel absolute concern and exasperation in 14 minutes of meeting her (why do you think that England is a sad place he asks her and she simply looks at him dumbly saying your two weather's are rain and heatstroke, and he can't help but agree with her) but he can't help but feel light. There is no Potter, no black no werewolf and maybe his life is worth something. And he's less alone (he doesn't ever say it out loud because he's scared after all he is someone who's great at ruining friendships) because he makes friends some who understand the guilt and the shame and the anger he is carrying while others (and some really good adults) just know that it's not fair that you should treat your own life like this and now he's able to speak about his regrets his guilt to those closest to him 'what you did was wrong but I also think it's wrong that you have been told that holding on to the guilt is the only way you can forgive yourself, I think you have hurt yourself enough' she says to him and there is an absolute pin drop silence until severus takes all the courage to say i think I need help.

Flash forward it's 2 years later in Hogwarts and a ripple effect occurs.

Regulus black feels at first a great deal of anger towards snape because he managed to escape this. Narcissa and lucius understand but they will never admit it. But snape left their snape this tiny greasy kid from coke worth felt his life was worth more or if not he believed in enough spite to take some direct action. That spite is what drove them to stay effectively neutral and hint on supporting dumbledore despite a war that there in the horizon. James and Lilly are together, the loss of friendship leads to a kinship which lead to a romance while Sirius and Remus are okay but they aren't. And Peter well he's shifty ( some days if not most days they all find it liberating to pretend that snape doesn't exist)

And now they all in this campaign to promote unity are in advanced muggle studies class, regulus black is the only slytherin and its painfully obvious on what's to come. And charity Burbage who is this cheery hufflepuff decides to do her video essay on schools but she has this pen pal who is in ilvermony and who's willing to help to show off her school and the people she loves (do you fucking see where I am going with this?????)

And BAM it's this heartfelt Supercut of her favorite places and the people she loves and meets there are snippets of their endearing conversations. And everything is okay until severus snape the boy who left at 15 is smiling at the one recording the video and is sitting casually at a sofa 'hey sev what do you gotta say about Americans' your tea sucks, and to think you would learn from the Boston tea party incident. And the rest of the video shows more people but it's severus who makes the video so much better and so much worse. Because she records his laughter, his joy but it's them who have this weird gut feeling and Lilly cant help but hold James hand tightly and James can't stop staring at the same boy he hurt.

And Lilly comes into this horrible but truthful realization that she's feeling what her ex best friend feels (the disbelief when she can't understand why can't she see him like this, the same way snape felt when he couldn't understand what Lilly saw in James) because there is so much betrayal she feels when he watches him smile at other people and can't understand why couldn't the snape that they are seeing in this video be the one who went at Hogwarts with them??? and James has to see this version of snape he hasn't seen before and thinks maybe they could be friends. And Lilly at that moment doesn't want to answer the question : he's happier because he's away from this place, the same place you love. Would you ask him to leave earlier knowing he could be happy like this?

The video is over and its regulus black who looks so pensive and has this look of hope that maybe goods thing can happen says in a too quite class because everyone knows : I haven't seen him smile like that at all. The bell rings and they just go on and walk a little bit more heavier because all they can think of Severus snape, the boy who escaped and the one who isn't coming back .

🤺🤺🤺🤺

Okay so... this was a completely unsolicited surprise in my inbox the other day, but damn if I didn’t love every single part of it!

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT OUR BOY SAYING FUCK IT AND LEAVING HOGWARTS

For the the other characters it doesn’t change that much, Lily still ends up with James, the Marauders are sad that their favorite target is gone but they get over it quickly, the other Slytherins don’t give a fuck about the poor and dirty halfblood, and the teachers... well, they’re as useless as usual.

But our baby! It’s awful for him at first, the fact that he suddenly finds himself so far away, and so alone, from everything he’d ever known, even the bad. Because at least he knew what to expect at Hogwarts and at home, it was all about the evil you know, and adventure is definitely not his thing.

I’ve always been in love with the “was gone for several years, and came back a changed man” (must be the Naruto fan in me), it’s a bit like anon’s video here, a way to show everyone what they missed, the huge mistake they made in hurting this kid who just wanted to be left alone

I want to see the Marauders praising this dude from America before learning that it’s Snape because he doesn’t look anything like what he used to (meaning he actually looks like a functioning human being).

I want to see Lily, high and mighty with her perfect husband and her son on the way, frown when she recognizes her former best friend laughing and smiling with another girl, looking happier than he’d ever been with her.

I want to see Slughorn in shock when the best potions master of his generation is revealed to be the weird ass teen he’d dismissed on the first day because he didn’t have a powerful family name.

Basically, I want every character who ever underestimated Snape, who ever hurt him, to, if not regret their actions, then at least realize that there was something more to him even back then, that if only he’d been given a chance he could have become that amazing person right here in the UK and not halfway around the world.

Also, I want Snape to not forgive them. Maybe he has to work with them for one reason or another, and he acts just civil enough to not outright provoke and insult them, but he’ll never forgive and he’ll never forget.

#lots and lots of feelings #Anonymous #snape #severus snape #ask #pro snape #snapedom #harry potter

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heartshards · 3 years

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1-20 pls and thank :)

EMILY ( but I’m gonna do it though. I’m gonna do it. )

a song I associate with my muse’s personality: skipping stones by clair de lune

a song I associate with my muse’s past: unsteady by x ambassadors

a boss battle song for fighting my muse: control by halsey

a song lyric that describes my muse: this is the only one for which I’m gonna use a song from the actual musical because “has the dark in me finally come to light?” is the pinnacle Elsa lyric and I will fight you on this

a song that makes my muse sad: funeral bell by phildel

a song that makes my muse want to dance: symphony no. 9 in e minor by antonin dvorak. ( going period here he was a czeck composer around them time Elsa would’ve been alive / learning to dance for balls )

a song that my muse always sings along to: let it go honestly the real answer here is Elsa was likely classically trained and would’ve been singing traditional Danish folk songs or popular Scandinavian and even German operas of the time which I don’t have quite enough knowledge in to make a firm selection

a song that makes my muse feel nostalgic: all is found ( lullaby ) from frozen II ( okay I lied another canon one but... listen to the lullaby version )

a song that would play while my muse is having sex: all this and heaven too by florence and the machine

a song my muse would do a striptease to: season of the witch by lana del ray

a song that reminds my muse of their family: dollhouse by melanie martinez ( please note I do NOT support melanie or any of her actions, this is merely the most fitting song and one I associated with Elsa years prior to melanie’s actions being brought to light )

a song that my muse might listen to when angry: iscariot by walk the moon

a song dedicated to on of my muse’s ships (specify ship): oh you get all 3 of my current ships thank you Elsa/Rikki ( with @starbloomed ): swimming by florence and the machine Elsa/Regulus ( with @proditeur ): the last time by taylor swift Elsa/Poison Ivy ( with @destinedfates ): ivy by taylor swift

a song that my muse would sing to their children: okay so I really don’t think Elsa would have children, but if she did evergreen by pekoe

a song that my muse would play at their wedding: the last snowfall by vienna teng

a song that my muse can’t stand: generally, I’m guessing she dislikes heavily electronic music ( in a modern verse ) or anything that lacks the kind of technique she is trained in a adores, but I don’t have any specific examples in mind.

a song that makes my muse think of your muse: see #13 !!

a song that plays while my muse trains/works-out: four seasons ( summer, 3rd movement ) by vivaldi

a song that plays while my muse studies/works: string quartet n. 15 in d minor, k. 421 by mozart

a random song from my muse’s playlist: northern lights by ola gjeilo

#anyway I think about music and elsa a LOT #even though we have a musical full of songs for her #this IS all over the place but I stand by ALL OF THEM #starbloomed #ɴᴏ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ ╰ character study.

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content: noncon, stepcest, forced pregnancy, dark!stepbrother!regulus, fem!reader

it didn't seem like it, but regulus was all too willing. his mind was spinning in excitement at his mother's plan. her insistence to maintain their pureblood status had led her to believe that this was the only way to keep it. regulus was instructed to impregnate you by any means necessary.

sirius had gone insane. "they're siblings!" he exclaimed time after time. stepsiblings, regulus wanted to say. not that it really mattered. the black family is no stranger to incestuous relationships.

and regulus had been dreaming of an opportunity to fuck you, to bury himself deep inside you and fill you to the brim with the next heir. his once sweet stepsister who was now headed down the wrong path, infatuated with some useless muggle. his mother would never allow such a thing, and neither would he, especially now.

your nails were no match, your words even less. you're my stepbrother. you're hurting me. regulus, please. your pleas went in one ear and out the other, his pleasure drowning out the noises. his focus on the way your silky walls clenched around his twitching prick, unconsciously begging for his seed to breach your fertile womb, and regulus refused to stop until it did.

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Harry Potter: What an HBO Max TV Series Could Be About

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The only real magic left in this world is intellectual property and its nigh supernatural ability to print money. With media conglomerates prioritizing their streaming services, beloved IPs have never been more valuable in garnering interest, sign-ups, and subscriptions for streaming platforms like Netflix, Disney+, and HBO Max. WarnerMedia, the owner of the lattermost streaming service, also holds the rights to the Harry Potter IP, and of course they want to conjure up ideas to bring the world of The Boy Who Lived to television.

According to The Hollywood Reporter, a Harry Potter live-action TV series is in early development at HBO Max, with the streaming service having “early-stage exploratory meetings” with writers for potential ideas. “There are no Harry Potter series in development at the studio or on the streaming platform,” HBO Max and Warner Bros said in a statement, but once again, you’d have to be as thick as Cornelius Fudge to believe they aren’t doing their darndest to extend that Galleons-filled universe.

There are loads of avenues a potential Harry Potter TV series could go down. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them has proven that Harry Potter fans will embrace different characters and time-periods and there’s plenty of in-universe history to explore. With that in mind, here’s some ideas we’d love to see tackled by a Harry Potter television series.

Harry Potter: The Complete Story

This is probably the most controversial idea. To some, Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, and Emma Watson are the definitive Harry, Ron, and Hermione and recasting their parts is considered sacrilege. However, Radcliffe seems to know that it’s an inevitability, telling IGN: “It will be interesting to see how long those films stay… it feels like there’s a sacredness around them at the moment, but that’ll go, the shine will wear off at some point. It’ll be interesting if they reboot them and just do the films again or do a series; I’m fascinated to watch.”

A series seems to be the only thing that could really capture all of the details found in the original seven book series. With 10 hour-long episodes a season, a TV series could be the most faithful adaptation of the books, covering everything that the films left out like S.P.E.W., Peeves, and lots and lots of Quidditch. Some may think it’s too soon to rehash the entire saga, while others would love to see nitty-gritty details get their shine.

The Marauders

A TV series following the exploits of James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew during their mischievous years at Hogwarts during the First Wizarding War seems like the idea most ripe for exploration. While the third book in the series, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, featured a lot of exposition about the old gang and their relationships with each other, the films left a lot of the Marauders story to be implied. There would be plenty of time to feature younger versions of fan-favorite characters like Severus Snape and under-explored heroes like the Longbottoms, and the series could roll right into their graduation, the Order of the Phoenix, and that fateful Halloween night in 1981.

Riddle (or the First Wizarding War)

Speaking of the First Wizarding War, a fully-fleshed out origin story for the most notorious wizard of all-time could be a gripping miniseries. While most of Tom Marvolo Riddle’s transformation into Voldemort was explored in the Harry Potter book series and subsequent films, a TV series could dive deeper, showing his time at Hogwarts and his use of the Chamber of Secrets, the murder of Hepzibah Smith, the gathering of the Death Eaters, and his recruitment of the outcasted creatures like Giants. The series could also give POV to characters important to Voldemort’s story, like Regulus Black, Severus Snape, and Lucious Malfoy.

House of Black

An anthology series could explore one of the Wizarding World’s most notable families, the Blacks. As one of the largest, oldest, and wealthiest pure-blooded wizarding families in Great Britain, there are countless stories that could be told about all of the powerful wizards, both good and bad, from the Black family. The potential to play in different time periods and countries is definitely a draw, and writers would have the ability to create their own stories. Each episode could feature a different story about a different Black family member, but why stop with just the Black family? Maybe there could be a series about the Sacred Twenty-Eight, the twenty-eight British families that were still “truly pure-blood” by the 1930s, and all of the ways that the families overlapped, fought, and loved.

Aurors

There’s a reason that Harry becomes an Auror when he’s older, and that’s because the idea of an Auror is extremely badass. In the Wizarding World, Aurors are highly trained law enforcement officials responsible for policing the magical and keeping the peace in the Wizarding World. In Britain, Aurors are trained to investigate crimes related to the Dark Art and are often called “Dark Wizard catchers.” A crime procedural set in the Harry Potter universe? Sign us up!

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We know there have to be baddies other than Voldemort and Death Eaters up to no good, so a series could explore all of the nefarious things that people are using magic for and the folks tasked with stopping them. Training is supposedly rigorous, so maybe our story begins with a new recruit. Hell, maybe this series is just a magical version of Training Day. Wait, isn’t that what that horrible Netflix movie Bright was supposed to be about? Damn, well there’s still plenty of potential here for an action-packed TV series.

Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Let’s do an American coming-of-age high school series set in the Harry Potter universe! After spending so much time at Hogwarts, I’m sure fans would love to see what wizarding school is really like across the pond. Known for being the least elitist of all of the Wizarding Schools, an Ilvermorny-set series could expand on some of the class issues that the new Saved by the Bell reboot on Peacock is tackling.

Ilvermorny also has a rich history and a series could highlight the story of founder Isolt Sayre, her “No-Maj” husband James Steward and their struggle against Isolt’s evil aunt Gormlaith Gaunt. With so much known about the Wizarding World in the U.K., perhaps a new Harry Potter property could flesh out the Wizarding World in North America.

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With so much lore and so many expanded-universe stories still left to tell on screen, the Wizarding World of Harry Potter is ripe for further expansion. Have an idea for a Wizarding series? Let us know in the comments!

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Gandalf The Green Returns with ‘A Billion Faces’

~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~

Hailing from Leeds, England, this is GANDALF THE GREEN. The stoner-doom trio is one of a handful of younger bands comprised of members in their late-teens and early-twenties that have been impressing us lately, joining company with Montana's Wizzerd, Toronto's Horse Lung, Portland's SAOLA and Ape Cave, as well as Witchers Creed from Sweden.

Something interesting I've observed about what I'll dub the Dopesmoker generation is their affinity for large-scale compositions. Horse Lung shot for Bach-like complexity with their fugal composition Rattenkönig and have just released a pair of tracks clocking in at 18 and 28 minutes respectively on 'ἔσχατον' (2019). Likewise, Ape Cave released the massive double album, 'Language of the Earth' (2018), with Sleep producer Billy Anderson, who actually invited these kids to come in and record it after hearing their 2016 album Pillars of Evolution.

With Gandalf The Green's latest single, we find them similarly thinking on a grand scale. The near fourteen-minute epic "A Billion Faces" is the foretaste of the glory to come, as the band readies to release their full-length via APF Records this fall. Staged in three interlocking segments, the track is a real trip and holds up well to repeated listens. Execution-wise, Andrew Flint (guitar, vox), Jack Walker (drums, vox), and Danny Wrigley (bass guitar) have never sounded tighter as a unit. Compositionally, the fuzz-trippers show they can achieve balance and depth within a big-picture framework, without betraying flow or nuance. Fans of Slomatics and Conan will surely find this a joy to listen to from start to finish.

I think the band describes it best: "A 13-minute psych-infused stoner doom filth fest. All the tone. All the distortion. Titanic-sized knuckle-dragging gnarly riffs amped into pure oblivion through a Matamp rig of doom. We are excited for you to hear it." Look for "A Billion Faces" out Thursday, March 28th, as a digital download via APF Records, with artwork by Dominic Sohor Design.

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An Interview with

Gandalf The Green

For those new to Gandalf The Green, tell us about how you formed and your history.

It started with Andy writing a bedroom demo for 'The Right' in 2015, we'd previously been in a deathcore band together (we know, we were 16, cut us some slack) and knew we all liked slow and heavy music, so got in touch and we started rehearsing with ghetto equipment in Andy's bedroom in Huddersfield. The name came from a friend who'd just bought a Gandalf style pipe and we found the pun hilarious for a Stoner Doom band, so we used it. We released our Debut EP 'King of the Ashes' in September 2016 as a 4-piece band with two guitarists, though soon after we split with our drummer and put Jack behind the kit as a trio. After that things began moving properly. Since then, we've been gigging more, collecting more equipment, and worsening our tinnitus by turning up louder. In the last year or so we've finally started getting proper slots on festivals and local gigs, though we're still yet to play a headline show!

What music has influenced your sound, and who are your musical heroes?

Our philosophy is that we want to play stupidly low-tuned, crushingly heavy music, but not in a way that sounds too evil or miserable, then combine that with trippy, ambient cleans for a huge dynamic change. Someone once put it eloquently as 'The brutality of Mordor with the serenity of the Shire.'

From a writing perspective, our main influences are Conan, Sleep, YOB and Elephant Tree. Though with all the spacey ambient bits it's quite difficult to pin exactly where a lot of that comes from, mainly just going a bit nuts with effects and seeing what comes out.

AF: My musical idol is forever Dave Grohl, even if this band doesn't sound much like his stuff. My favourite guitar players are the ones for the bands listed, plus Tony Iommi, of course.

JW: We all listen to very varied stuff, so there’s all sorts, but for this genre my influences are, Yob, The Body, Elephant Tree, Khanate, Om, Weedeater, Windhand, BongCauldron. Musical heroes? Fenriz, Willie Nelson, Hank Williams III, Mike Scheidt.

DW: My influences change around a lot but probably The Body, Sleep, Conan, Thou and Full of Hell. As for heroes the first that comes to mind is Jordan Dreyer.

What’s been your favourite gig to play so far?

AF: I'd say Gizzardfest 2018 as it was our largest crowd, but one of my amps blew up during sound check so I was a bit miffed. Other than that, the Holy Spider Promotions show Terence Larkin booked at the Mulberry Tavern in Sheffield last year was brilliant. A tiny, sweaty venue crammed with people who were really digging the music.

JW: Yeah Gizzardfest was really cool, but for me I'd say that Sheffield gig, it was Mulberry Tavern with Khost, Oak, Ritual King, Regulus and Stonelung. When we went onstage the venue was rammed so the atmosphere was great for us, it WAS proper sweaty but that's the best way.

DW: Got to agree with Gizzardfest I was amazed by the amount of people there and the reception we got cancelled out the problems by a long shot for me.

King of the Ashes by Gandalf the Green

How do you look back on your 'King of the Ashes' EP two and a half years on?

We recorded it for £0 in Andy's bedroom with whatever mics we had on hand and did the drums with some University students. Other than 'The One Ring', it's not very representative of our sound these days though, as we were finding our feet and trying lots of writing styles, with speedier Stoner Rock tracks like 'King of the Ashes' and 'The Right', which we don't really play these days.

It's fun to see how the tracks have evolved for our live performances though, 'The One Ring' now screams with feedback, has reverb swells and washed out cleans, while 'Old Toby' has a massively slowed down outro riff and stereo panning oscillating delay at the beginning. If you enjoy the debut, definitely come check us out live to see how it's evolved.

AF: I'm still pretty happy with it and loved the super DIY bedroom recording. I felt the production quality came out great, given the circumstances. Seeing how I’ve changed my vocal style and tuned my guitar down so much lower makes comparing the new and old material interesting.

JW: I have a lot of fond memories from that time writing and recording, but since we were so new to it all it doesn't quite have as good sound quality as I'd like. It's alright, but we've grown as a band and the stuff we're writing now has a way more unique sound and is better in every way I can think of.

DW: I still listen to it a fair bit honestly. I think it still holds up, but I'm excited to start showing how we've developed over the past few years and how we come across out of a bedroom. What music are you digging right now?

AF: Right now I'm on a massive hype for the gnarliest, darkest stuff I can find, such as Grey Widow, Coltsblood, Ommadon, Bismuth, and Glasghote, and I imagine these bands are going to work into my writing style for our next release.

JW: I listen to a shit load of country, like every day, maybe even more than I listen to metal. Artists like Benjamin Tod, Willie Nelson, Hank Williams III, Jesse Stewart, Crywank, The Native Howl, etcetera. But for this genre the stuff on rotation right now is bands like Windhand, Grime, The Body, Yob, Bell Witch, Ommadon, Bismuth, Sloth Hammer, Primitive Man, Elephant Tree, Goblinsmoker, Tuskar.

DW: I've been binging on grindcore and hardcore recently, a lot of Full of Hell and Wormrot on repeat. Other than that the new Body Void EP has been blowing me away every time I listen.

You’ve recently signed with APF Records. Which bands on the label do you share an affinity with?

AF: The reason we approached APF to begin with is because we love so many bands on the roster, it's hard to pick out a few! Personally, I'd say BongCauldron, Battalions, and Under, though there really isn't a bad band on APF.

JW: BongCauldron, since they were the main influence on me (and I think the others too) when starting this band. They were one of the first bands to help me get into this kind of music, since I found them when Andy's old band supported them in Bad Apples years ago and through that found more doom/stoner bands.

DW: Yes, BongCauldron, for pretty obvious reasons. Also I've been listening to Under- Stop Being Naive a lot since seeing them at Gizzardfest they've got such a unique and crushing sound.

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Tell us about "A Billion Faces" -- what’s it about, and how did the track come together?

AF: It was the first track I wrote after we tuned down to drop F and bought a bunch of new effects, so I was really playing with all the new toys and trying to make something with a big dynamic change from the gentle intro to when it kicks in. We've been performing it live for a while, so the song's evolved over time to include the sexy wah solo and, because Jack and Danny love noise music, we added the noise/screaming section in the outro. The original demo was only 9 minutes compared to the final 13!

We were approached by a friend of a friend (Alex Tune, assisted by Jake Bonnett) who needed a band to record for his University coursework, it seemed mutually beneficial, and we'd get to record in the gorgeous Phipps Hall and borrow a bunch of Huddersfield Uni's Matamp equipment for free to use with ours, so we took him up on it. We live recorded the track in December 2018 and mixed and mastered the track ourselves, so again got away with paying £0 for the release. It sounded lovely in the room, but we really didn't expect the final product to sound quite as good as it did. Lyrically, the track is about parallel universes and how, if they exist, every different possible version of you exists somewhere in a big infinite tree of possible yous, experiencing the best and worst things all at once. I was wondering where I'd be if I'd taken a different turn in life and moved to a different city, and I realised that there'd be a version of me in a parallel universe where I did move there, wondering right now where he'd be if he took the turns I did. We're both thinking about each other amongst a billion different versions of ourselves, but unable to know who the other is and what their life is like.

The song comes with a cracking video. How did that come about?

A friend of the band, and vocalist/guitarist in Andy's other band, Andrew Johnston (he uses the moniker 'AEVJohnston' for music) offered to help. We thought it'd be a crime to not get video footage of us performing in such a beautiful venue, so he came along free of charge, brought his fancy lighting rig, bathed the room in green light, rented a couple of cameras from the University, and filmed us while we recorded. We edited the footage ourselves cut from various different takes we did. Again, we paid nothing for the video because we're cheap (do you see a theme?).

JW: Shout out Johnston for being a sick bloke, nice one mate it turned it really well, thank you. Sadly though, I don't think the video shows just how beautiful that room really was. Like the video is great, don't get me wrong, but actually being stood in that room with that lighting rig made it look gorgeous. Such a great atmosphere for it. Again, cheers Johnston, that was a huge help, I think the video of it really brings this release together.

What’s your plans for the rest of 2019?

We're working on our next release, of which we have over half an hour written already. Andy is busy with University, and the other two of us with real life things. Put simply, in 2019 we want to push to play more gigs and write more music. Hopefully we'll have another release done or out by the end of the year. We're aiming not to fuck about as much for it as we did for this one, because it took a long time to get going.

If your house was on fire and you could grab one thing from it before it burned down, what would that be?

AF: My Green Matamp GT1 amplifier, it's like my child.

JW: My bong, it's like my child.

DW: My cat, it's like my child.

Finally: anything to declare?

JW: Yeah, we just want to say how much we appreciate everything that's happened to us since finishing the single. We love every one of you who's checked us out or gave us a chance. Big shout out and lots of love to Andrew Field for signing us to APF, to every promoter for putting us on and every one of you for listening. It means the world to us, thank you.

AF: We also love all the sound guys who keep telling us to turn down on stage, even if you don’t love us.

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Top 10 Favorite Characters

It changes, and I like them all for different reasons, but it’s interesting to see how they connect and what they say about me. Some of the order is iffy - certain characters are too close to equals for me to decide - but I thought this would be fun.

10. Merlin

I came in way late to the game with this fandom but dang if it didn’t hit everything I like. I love his smartassery, his power - Merlin plays at unassuming, bumbling goof, but he’s the center of so much of Camelot. As you’ll see in higher parts of the list, the secret identity thing - the dichotomy of the character - really gets me.

9. Belle

She’s my favorite Disney Princess. But she also represents similar qualities to most of my favorite female characters - ones that are introverts or intellectuals that are put down for those very reasons.

Hermione and Luna - who are unpopular because of their respective strangeness. Annabeth (as portrayed in the books or the Lightning Thief Musical - “I’ve always been the smart girl / but smart girl only gets a girl so far) who is known for her intellect, but is hyper aware that her pride is her worst flaw. I’d include them all, but I feel like I’d say the same things - it boils down to I identify so hard with them but I wish I had their ability to make my own strangeness a strength. So I picked Belle because she was the first to really make me feel this way.

8. Derek Hale

Again, weird way into the fandom - I saw the first few episodes as they aired, back in my early teens then completely dropped it. As I got into other fandoms, Teen Wolf crossovers, then just straight up Teen Wolf. And then I recognized it - having to go back and figure out who was who, but still - and that was around the time 6B trailers were dropped. So really I know fandom!Derek better than canon - I just find him interesting as someone who has gone through so much pain (the writers just never stopped torturing him, huh?) and his dynamics that he could have had are really interesting.

Of course, this just made me even more excited about Tyler Hoechlin as Superman, which I personally think he nailed.

7. Percy Jackson

Right! We’re getting higher on the list so the sassmasters are coming out. Percy is exactly the little rebel that just tries to do the right thing - he’s a kid thrown into a situation that grows up not wanting to be thrown anywhere. In the books, he’s sarcastic, fun, and real. In the musical, he’s funny, just trying to keep up - he’s how he should be portrayed (after all, Chris McCarrell is literally Persassy)

6. Peter Parker

If you ask me who my favorite superhero is, I’ll always automatically answer “Spider-Man”, and I’ll mean Peter Parker’s spidey. Something about watching the Spectacular Spider Man cartoon, something about Peter’s attempts to just do the right thing even though people put him down for it - whatever it is, it speaks to me. Tom Holland’s definitely works into my image of how Spidey should be.

5. Dick Grayson

I know I said Spidey’s my favorite hero as far as gut reactions go, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like other ones more ultimately! Dickie’s Robin has had my heart since the og Teen Titans cartoon and the Static Shock one. What really gets me about Dick, though, is when he’s finally come into being Nightwing - he tries so hard to be what others need, and Nightwing feels like a freedom thing with him. (I’m seriously concerned about my boy, DC, what are you doing rn?)

4. Sirius Black

THIS MAN. Okay. Sirius is so freaking interesting to me. He’s a drama queen, a prankster. But - his history, even though he’s a rebel, connects him to a darker part of the story. He’s a Black, he got disowned, he got accused of selling out his dearest friend! He has a temper like no one else, explosive and definitely reminiscent of the only other Black we know a lot about - Bellatrix. He and Remus play off of each other so well (cough wolfstar cough), and his complicated relationship with his past and present just really get me ugh. (PS the Mischief Managers give me my favorite portrayals of Wolfstar and Sirius and Regulus tbh. All of their stuff is fantastic)

3. Jason Todd

Much as I love Nightwing, and have since I was younger, Jason Todd is my favorite member of the Bat Family. I was introduced to him through Jensen Ackles’ voice acting in that one animation, but just. Ugh. Something about how he built himself back up - revenge ridden or not - how he’s so irreverent and hopeful at the same time just. He’s so selfless and interesting and self-deprecating and I really don’t know what else about him just -

he’s awesome. I really hope the live action version lives up to my expectations (which for now are incredibly low).

2. Bucky Barnes

And if you asked me who my favorite marvel character was, I’d go to Bucky. This man, who stood by his best friend through the CRAZIEST shit, comes along, gets tortured, still keeps fighting, practically dies, is tortured some more with a side of brainwashing -

he’s been through the wringer, okay?

And yet he stands by Steve. And yet he doesn’t want to hurt anyone that doesn’t deserve it. He claws his way back to being semi - okay, judging by the post credits of Black Panther. He just works his way, tries for redemption for things that definitely weren’t his fault, doesn’t blame it on the world like so many would and - not to mention he’s a total badass and let’s give credit to Seb for absolutely being an amazing Bucky because seriously.

1. Gabriel

The Trickster. The Archangel. UGH. If you’ve followed me long enough you’ve seen my rants. He’s wonderfully crass, tells the truth (well, the hard truths, not the important ones about himself), is so freaking self-aware. He knows he’s not strong enough to face his elder brothers. He knows exactly how to hit Lucifer where it hurts. He’s just -

And despite what some might percieve as selfishness - which to be fair is consistent in his character - he takes care of himself first all the way up to the end and then he lays himself bare and vulnerable when there’s nothing left. (Letting Sam know what happened to him? Talking about everyone who left him to Asmodeus?) And lays it all on the line in the end - lays his life down. (I have accepted that in canon it’s probably permanent this time but in fanfic I do what I want.)

Anyway, thanks for looking at my rant and my faves feel free to rant back to me about them

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chapter twenty-nine ❥ original

it’s a hate-love thing original version.

james potter x reader.

"Wasn't it so romantic?" asked Arabella dreamily. "I loved it! The wedding...and then the reception...everything!"

"It was all right for the most part, but I didn't like Frank and Alice snogging for about five minutes when they had to kiss," said Sirius grumpily.

James snorted. "Well, what did you expect, Padfoot? We'd probably see a whole movie of you and Arabella snogging when your wedding comes."

"Yeah, I still don't get why you and Y/n are planning to get married so early. I mean, you guys are pretty young, and next April's going to come by pretty fast. Bella and I are waiting longer before we tie the knot."

Y/n smiled and clutched James' hand, squeezing it tightly. "We want to get together before it's too late, Sirius. I mean, with Voldemort and everything—"

"Oh, don't remind me, n/n. I know all about the stupid git, believe me. I also think that Regulus is a Death Eater."

"You've been saying that for practically forever, Sirius, dear," objurgated Arabella, sighing.

"Well, it's true, isn't it? I only speak the truth, Bella."

Remus snorted, and turned it into a hacking cough, grinning at Sirius. "You wish."

"Excuse me?" Sirius pretended to look extremely offended.

James wrapped an arm around Y/n's waist and held her carefully, as if afraid that she'd break any minute. Just the feeling of touching her created shivers down his spine and he smiled dreamily. Even with a madman after him and his fiancée, he still wanted to be married to Y/n before it all ended. Before their lives ended.

"Hey, James?"

He blinked and stared around. "Who said my name?"

"Are you all right?" inquired Sirius anxiously. "You look all green, mate. D'you feel sick?"

James groaned and rubbed his forehead. "Now that you mention it, I do."

"I think you were affected by Frank and Alice's snog, too," agreed Sirius mournfully.

"Padfoot, shut up. It wasn't the snog...I guess I'm just not feeling well. Maybe it's because of the Order and stuff."

"Oh, the Order." Sirius rolled his eyes. "That's nothing to worry about. I think we can handle Death Eaters, four against one."

"Or not," added Arabella, frowning.

"Don't worry about it," reassured Y/n, smiling. "There's nothing to fret about, Bella. In the meantime, I think we have to go on with the wedding plans."

"Oh! Of course!"

"Now?" questioned James incredulously. "Y/n, the wedding is next year! We have plenty of time to plan all that stuff. We have a meeting with the Order this evening, though."

"It was so nice of you two to let the Order use your home as headquarters," said Jennifer approvingly. "I mean, you'll never get any peace at all. We all have to basically live there, anyway, since those are the Order's rules."

"Yes, it is rather stupid," agreed Y/n, flushing, "I mean, how we all have to practically live together, being in the Order. But I'm not complaining. In fact, I'm rather honored that Dumbledore hand-picked us to be in the Order."

"Why wouldn't he?" said Sirius pompously. "We are intelligent and respectable people, after all."

"Can you believe we're out of Hogwarts already?" commented Violet. "I mean, it seemed like yesterday we were all little first-years, ready to be sorted into our Houses."

"Yeah, time flies by so quickly."

"You know that Ellyn Bedson woman from the Ministry?" interrupted Violet, looking upset.

"Yes, the one who worked in the Department of Mysteries," affirmed Jennifer. "She's all right since she's helping me get started along with Bode, but she's a bit too condescending, so to speak."

"I don't like her," confirmed Violet. "She keeps flirting with Jackson at our breaks."

"Well, you keep flirting with Amos Diggory," said Arabella stiffly.

"I do not! He always hovers around me like a bee...it isn't my fault."

"True," admitted the former.

"Well, you can't stop that," added Y/n. "Just ignore Diggory, and maybe he'll leave you alone. Merlin knows he bothered Bella long enough before you."

"Hell, yeah," muttered Arabella under her breath.

"Why does he have to follow me around anyway?" ranted Violet furiously. "I mean, I'm no pageant queen, and I definitely don't have the kind of personality that Amos looks for in girls. So why me?"

"Maybe it was because of that comeback you made to him at Hogwarts," said James thoughtfully. "After all, one can never forget something so brilliant and embarrassing as that."

Violet blushed. "Oh, C'mon, it wasn't that great."

"It was too! Merlin, I wish I could've taken a picture of Diggory's face when you said that to him. It was bloody amazing! You should be like that more often, Vi."

"Hear, hear," intoned Jennifer enthusiastically. She was always one to call for a change of character in Violet.

"So, n/n, you've already got some of your wedding planned, right?" asked Arabella.

"Well...no," admitted Y/n, flushing. "We haven't had the time to think about it, actually, ever since the proposal."

"Oh, the proposal." She looked at Sirius dreamily. "It was so romantic. How did you and James manage to pull it off?"

James and Sirius both grinned, and winked at each other, and then at their respective fiancées.

"Simple, girls," said Sirius roguishly. "Well, at least, it was simple for me, but for others"—he looked at James meaningfully—"it took some practice."

Y/n laughed. "Don't tell me you were scared, James."

"Like hell," agreed James shamelessly. "Is it that surprising?"

"The almighty James Potter, scared? Merlin, the world may end any moment now. C'mon, you've bullied people nearly all your years at Hogwarts, and you were scared of asking one simple question?" She shook her head at him.

"Aww...give a guy a break here, Y/n. It isn't my fault that I get nervous doing these kinds of things."

"Which brings me to my next point. You never get nervous, James."

"I'm still human," retorted James indignantly. "Why do you make me sound like I'm some sort of god?"

"You are," Y/n pointed out. "Or, at least you were to the girls at Hogwarts. Were they upset when you proposed!"

"Furious," added Sirius, laughing. "They looked like they were about to kill you, Y/n. They were upset enough that James fell in love with you, and eventually got you, but to have your love official by marriage? Their worst nightmare, I say."

"You're not too off either, Padfoot," said Remus thoughtfully. "After all, the girls were always after you whenever you had some fight with Arabella, and didn't makeup soon enough."

"True, that I am a lady's man."

"What an egotist," mumbled Arabella, rolling her eyes. "I'm about to marry a man who only thinks for himself. At least your man deflated his head when you gave him a tough time, Y/n."

"You think he's deflated enough, Bells? I don't think so."

"You girls always undermine us fellows," said James, pouting. "We're good to you guys; why complain? At least we don't strut like Diggory or Mackenzie."

Sirius involuntarily shuddered at the latter name.

Y/n giggled and snuggled closer to her fiancé. They had reached the headquarters of the Order and now entered it. Marlene McKinnon, who had a whole family of kids at the Order, but was looking to get a place of her own, greeted them. Alice and Frank were playing chess near the fireplace, and Mad-Eye Moody was glaring at them suspiciously through his eyes. James had always thought that there was something creepy about them, though they were normal ones like any other human possessed.

"Potter, L/n, Dean, Black, Walker, Lupin," greeted Mad-Eye gruffly one by one, as he inclined his head slightly toward them.

"Hello, Mr. Moody," said Y/n softly. She both feared and admired the famous Auror.

"Alastor, girl, call me by my name. There shouldn't be any formalities in the Order. We're all a family."

Sirius grinned. "Well, that's good, because you guys can all be my surrogate one."

"Always the saucy one, aren't you, Black?" growled Moody. "Well, you're going to find a better family in the Order than your own, so feel right at home. However, you do know that the Order is very dangerous and that you're giving your life to this organization."

"Certainly, sir," said James loudly. "We want to help you fight Voldemort any way we can."

Moody twitched at the name. "Potter, will you stop using his name, damn it!"

James looked rather alarmed. "But the fear of his name—"

"—increases your fear of himself. Yes, I know, Dumbledore has told me that plenty of times. Seems as though you admire Dumbledore so much, Potter, that you have decided to start quoting him to your elders, eh?"

"I meant no disrespect, sir."

"Yeah, sure you didn't. L/n, you got the papers ready?"

"Right here, sir." Y/n produced a thick wad of paper from the paper folder that she was carrying. "Got the plans to his hideout and everything."

"Excellent, L/n. You've proved useful to us. Are you sure this is his real hideout, and not a bluff to throw us off? After all, You-Know-Who has spies on his side as well."

"I'm not sure of the true veracity of these blueprints, but I'm pretty sure they're partially real."

"You trust the spies who got this?"

"With all my heart."

"Good, good. I shall present this to Dumbledore himself, since this is very important information, and highly top secret. Where has Pettigrew and Bradley gone to?"

"Jackson's still at work," piped up Violet. "He hasn't enough time to do anything these days. And Peter's at a job interview."

"Pettigrew is absolutely useless," growled Moody. "The boy can hardly write his own name properly. Don't know what Dumbledore was thinking, having him in the Order. Bradley, though, he's very valuable to us. Don't want to lose him."

"Of course not," she affirmed readily.

"You wouldn't," Arabella pointed out, "because he's your boyfriend."

Violet turned red and rolled her eyes.

"Sir, is there any news of the latest attacks?" queried James worriedly. "Voldemort hasn't made a single attack for nearly a month. That's usually not like him. He causes chaos wherever he goes."

"Shrewd thinking, Potter. I was pondering on it myself. I think that You-Know-Who has something planned that's very large and will cost lives. If only we can infiltrate his lines and know what it is."

"You make it sound like this is a war," commented Sirius, laughing.

"This is no joking matter, Black. We are at war, boy, and would you stop laughing? This is serious, Black, and I don't find anything funny about it. People are getting killed, and you're laughing? Live up to your name, boy!"

"My n—oh!" Sirius laughed harder. "Ha, ha, be serious...live up to your name...ha, ha!"

"Padfoot, shut it," snapped James, rubbing his forehead ferociously. "Can't you be serious for once and stop making a joke out of everything? We are at war, like Mr.—Alastor said, and we need everyone's cooperation."

"Sorry." The dark-haired boy looked down at his feet. "I didn't mean it."

"Where's Longbottom at? Longbottom!" barked Moody.

"Yes?" came the voices of Frank and Alice.

The Auror groaned. "This is why I never like to have married couples mingle with us elders. They always have to share the same last name. Ah, I'll just call Alice 'Hart' instead, to make things easier. Longbottom, Frank!"

"Yes, Alastor?"

"Done with that paperwork?"

Frank closed his eyes and sighed. "Nearly finished. Just got a few more sentences, and it'll be ready."

"We've got these recruits for the Order," said Moody gruffly. "Kingsley Shacklebolt...he's going to be a sixth year this September...Emmeline Vance..."

"Emmeline?" interrupted Y/n, her eyes widening. "The fifth year, soon-to-be-sixth-year, Emmeline?"

"Correct, L/n."

"But she's—" She struggled for the words. "A bit ditzy, so to speak."

"Is she? Well, she is from a very respectable family, and from what I've heard, she's one of the top choices for Head Girl. Also, the teachers have all praised her well for her abilities, except for Hurst, the idiot."

James snorted loudly at the last comment, and Y/n sent him a glare, causing him to cough and snigger more quietly.

"Can you consider my cousin?" asked Sirius eagerly.

"Who's your cousin, Black?"

"Nymphadora Tonks, sir. She's only about four years old, but she's a Metamorphmagus."

"Is that so? Well, then, I'll have to mention that to Dumbledore next time. Metamorphmagi are extremely rare, and they would certainly be useful to the Order. Good thinking, Black."

Sirius grinned and gave a mock salute. "Thank you, Alastor."

"Lupin! Full moon coming up?"

Remus looked rather alarmed at being spoken to. "Er—in a couple of weeks, sir."

"I'm assuming you will not hurt any of our members?"

"No promises sir, but I will try."

"Good." And so the dull afternoon continued, with Moody questioning and deprecating them about Order business.

Jennifer sobbed wildly, wiping her eyes. Remus had just broken up with her. It wouldn't have mattered to her as much if he had given her a substantial reason, but he hadn't said anything coherent that answered her question about why he broke up with her. Y/n, Arabella, and Violet were trying to comfort her.

"Look, Jen, I think the boys might know something about this. Let's go ask them."

And so they went to the room that James and Sirius shared, and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" came Sirius' voice.

"It's us, you stupid prat," called Arabella impatiently. "Let us in!"

"Gee, no need to yell, Bellsies."

Sirius opened the door, and ushered them inside.

"Do you know why Remus broke up with Jennifer?"

"He's scared," said James quietly. "He's afraid that if they stay together, and get married, Jennifer won't be happy because of his—condition."

"You mean you knew, and never told us?" demanded Y/n furiously. "James Potter, I would have expected better of you!"

"Remus told me not to tell!" exclaimed James wildly. "It wasn't my fault...and I wasn't sure if he was actually going to do it or not. Trust me, he still loves Jennifer, but thinks it's the best for her."

"The best for me?" Jennifer sniffed again. "Why the hell would he think that? He knows I love him, and that I would never leave him. We didn't have to get married, but why did he have to break up with me?"

"I never knew Remus was such an idiot," mumbled Arabella. "How could he do such a thing?"

"Now what?" muttered Sirius to his best friend.

James shrugged. "Jen, Remus wanted me to tell you that you should move on. You know, find another guy who would always be there for you."

"You mean Remus would never be there for me?"

"It's because of his transformations. He thinks that it would be a burden for you to have him disappear every month and get all cranky when the full moon approaches. He wants you to have a guy who can always be there for you, and will always treat you right."

"I love him," said Jennifer firmly, "and I'll never move on and find a new guy, because he'll always be in my heart, no matter what."

James shook his head. "Moony made a bad choice, Padfoot."

Sirius snorted. "You think? Our dear friend needs to sort out his priorities. Maybe he should ask Jennifer out again, and they should start all over."

"What seems to be the problem here?"

The six of them all turned around, alarmed, to see Professor Albus Dumbledore himself standing there before them, his blue eyes twinkling as usual.

"Professor!" James nearly shouted, and grinned innocently. "We were—er—"

"Laughing at Sirius' joke," continued Violet hastily. "We hope we didn't miss any Order meetings, sir."

"Not at all, Ms. Walker. In fact, I was going to find you all and tell you to enjoy yourselves. Don't get too caught up in the Order business here. You, young people, need to enjoy yourselves while you can before it's too late. Mr. Potter, you are not even twenty yet, and you're working harder than Alastor these days."

"I am?" James looked at his old headmaster in astonishment. "I don't think I'm working too hard; I mean, we're just looking over Voldemort's possible hideouts and his Death Eaters. Of course, there's always the wedding, but we can put that aside for now if it helps."

"No, no, James, I want you to go on with your wedding plans," said Dumbledore earnestly. "You and Y/n shall be married, and I will not be the one to stop you two from being in love."

"Of course we shall," agreed Y/n, a bit startled at the headmaster using her given name instead of her surname.

"Excellent." Dumbledore clapped his hands together. "Now, I must be off to assist Alastor in his findings—I will see you at our meeting tonight."

"Yes, Professor."

"Do call me Albus. After all, I'm not your headmaster any longer." He winked and Disapparated from the spot.

"That was certainly interesting," commented Sirius.

Jennifer laughed, and for one second, she had forgotten all about her break-up with Remus and chatted along with the rest of the group. After all, there were other things that would break her heart even more, and the Order needed her. She didn't have time to wallow in self-pity because her long-time boyfriend broke up with her for a trivial reason.

Y/n smiled at her friend. She was angry at Remus for breaking off his relationship with Jennifer but seeing her laugh again made her anger lessen slightly. Laughter was something that Y/n had a feeling wouldn't exist for very long in their world.

James sighed, and looked up at the ceiling. It was a brand-new house, newly built and freshly painted. The paint was snow-white, and it gave the Order headquarters a sort of elegance to it. His stomach tightened when he thought of the Order of the Phoenix. Shortly after their graduation, Dumbledore had come up to them and asked them to be a part of a group that he had created to defeat Voldemort. They, of course, had agreed at once and signed their oaths to the group. However, James felt a foreboding feeling inside of him that perhaps it was the wrong decision. After all, being in the Order was a dangerous risk. He would be putting his whole family in danger since his parents weren't part of the Order—they were too busy with their full-time Auror lives.

He suddenly grabbed Y/n's hand by impulse and squeezed it tightly. His thoughtful hazel eyes locked with her brilliant, almond-shaped e/c ones, and he nodded slowly. Y/n was one of the main reasons why he even bothered joining the Order. She was his life, and he had wanted her for so long now. James needed to protect her, and the children that they would have together later on.

"What's wrong, James?" whispered Y/n, her eyes widening with surprise.

"I don't want you to get hurt," he said gently and brushed his hand against her cheek. He felt small shivers escape her body.

"What are you talking about?"

"The Order. I'm putting so many of you in danger by joining, especially since Voldemort wants me to join him."

"He's given up on trying to make you do that, James. We're too close to Albus for him to try anything on us again."

"You never know what Voldemort might do, Y/n. Even though I hate him with all my heart, he is a genius. You know what Albus told us about his younger days. He used to be a prefect and Head Boy, and his name was Tom Riddle. Albus said he was one of the most brilliant students Hogwarts has ever seen. However, he had sunk too deeply into the Dark Arts, and now look who he has become."

"There has to be a reason for Voldemort to want to kill so many of us besides the fact that he wants control of the world."

"There is none besides that. He wants to get rid of any magical people who aren't purebloods, and then have the purebloods take over the world with him. If we don't stop him, Y/n, this world is going to be a dark world."

"We'll stop him, James," said Y/n firmly and resolutely, squeezing her fiancé's hand tighter. "We'll stop him, no matter how much it takes."

"Hey, you two lovebirds coming?" Sirius grinned at his best friends. "Arabella and I are going to Hogsmeade for a bit. You coming?"

"What about Jennifer and Violet?"

"We're not going," said Jennifer quickly. "Vi wants to spend the day at Jackson's house, and I want some time alone."

Y/n nodded, understanding. "Sure, Sirius, we'll go."

"Great! Let's go, then."

The two couples Apparated right in front of Honeydukes, where crowds of students were busily chatting or shopping. It felt good to feel some of Hogwarts again through the students, and they were about to go to the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer, since it was a chilly day in November, when someone called their name.

"Y/N!"

Y/n turned around to see Emmeline waving energetically, in her little group of friends, the younger girl extremely excited.

"Oh, hello, Emmeline," she greeted cordially.

"Ooh, Hogwarts is so lonely without you guys!" she gushed effusively. "It's so dull without the Marauders spicing it up with some of their pranks."

"So we have made our mark, have we?" Sirius looked very pleased.

"Definitely. The Head Boy's really dull this year, and the Head Girl is even worse. I wish you guys were the Heads again...that was the best year!"

"How's your sixth year?"

"Busy. I'm still a prefect again, but I don't have as many responsibilities as last year. When's your wedding going to be, Y/n?"

Before Y/n could have time to reply, a tall and very good-looking girl who looked to be either a sixth or seventh year gasped and giggled along with her friends, pointing at James and Sirius.

"Look, it's two of the ringleaders of the Marauders!" exclaimed one of them, laughing. "James Potter and Sirius Black!"

"James! Sirius!" The tall girl waved and smiled seductively, walking over to them.

"Er—hello. Do we know you?" James furrowed his brow.

"Oh, I'm Alex Opalisk," she said off-handedly.

James suddenly recognized her as one of the lovesick fan girls who always followed him around at Hogwarts. She was a seventh year Gryffindor, though Merlin only knew how she got into it instead of Hufflepuff.

"Oh, I remember you," he said absent-mindedly. "Er—nice to see you again, Alex."

She gasped, her eyes dancing. "Oh, you remember me, James Potter? How splendid! But you already have a girlfriend." She looked disdainfully over at Y/n.

"My fiancée," he elaborated, nodding. "We're getting married next April."

Alex's face fell, and her hand flew conspicuously to her hair, which was done in a fashionable twist, making it look elegant. "Oh, that's wonderful!" she said in an affected voice.

"Yes, isn't it?" said Y/n, gritting her teeth. "Now, if you excuse us—"

"Don't be rude to the Head Girl, L/n," said Alex coolly.

"You're Head Girl?" said Arabella, who had been quiet most of the time, incredulously. "Who would pick you?"

Sirius coughed, hiding a grin.

"Dumbledore, certainly," said Alex, tossing her head in a huffy manner. "I do think I deserve the position, Figg."

"Oh, I'm honored you know my name, Randall. However, I would watch your mouth. We are respected people, and very close to Dumbledore. So if you step out of line, we will be sure to let Albus know at once."

"I don't think you have that sort of authority over us," said Yvonne Lorencia, one of Alex's friends. "After all, we are technically legal adults, since we have our Apparition licenses and everything."

"Agreed," intoned Alex, nodding virtuously.

"True, but these are dark times, and Albus trusts us with his heart," said Sirius. "He will dismiss any student unworthy of his or her positions as prefect or Head Boy and Girl."

"I don't think you should talk to them that way," put in Emmeline, while her friends agreed readily. "After all, James and Y/n are Aurors-in-training, and Arabella and Sirius work for the Ministry. They are very close to Professor Dumbledore, and you should respect them. They are, after all, more adults than you, Alex."

"Don't talk to me like that, you stupid Mudblood," snapped Alex loftily.

"I shall speak to Professor Dumbledore of your crude language, Ms. Randall," said Y/n, raising an eyebrow.

"It's just 'Mudblood'; I don't see the big deal."

"Certainly you might not, but it is using bad language."

"You're just saying that 'cause you're a Mudblood, too."

James flew up in rage. "Did you call my girl a—a—you-know-what, Randall?" he roared, causing several of the student body to stare.

"What, the great James Potter not able to say a word like 'Mudblood'?"

Regulus and his friends, who happened to be standing nearby, laughed when hearing this. "Go, Alex!" Regulus cried, clapping. "Go out with me?"

Alex smiled, revealing little gleaming white teeth. "Oh, but Regulus darling, I'm a Gryffindor and you're a Slytherin. We don't mix well at all."

"Who cares about that. You with me?"

"Of course." She grinned, dreaming of the handsome Black.

Sirius groaned conspicuously. He had hoped everyone would hate Regulus and that he would end up single forever, but for some unknown reason, many of the girls chased after him like fox and hound.

"What's the matter, big brother?" Regulus smirked. "Jealous that I have a date with a pretty girl, and you have a less-prettier fiancée?"

"Ha! Yeah, right, Reg. Actually, I was wondering how you could even get a girl to agree to be your date to Hogsmeade. Amazing, really, how someone like you can attract girls at all."

James bit his lip to keep himself from laughing. He always did enjoy the bickers between his best friend and the little brother of the latter; they were always quite amusing and entertaining to watch.

Regulus rolled his eyes. "Nice comeback, Sirius, really. However, I really would not be talking. You have some dirt for a girlfriend there yourself."

"That's it! I've had more than enough patience for you than you really deserve, Regulus, but you've gone way too far this time. Arabella is not dirt, and she is certainly better than the girls that you go out with. So I'd watch your tongue next time, Regulus, or there will be trouble. C'mon guys, let's get out of here and get a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. You come too, Emmeline, and bring your friends along as well."

"Oh, sorry, Sirius, I can't," apologized Emmeline, looking disappointed. "I have to get back to Hogwarts soon and start on my homework. We have so much this year!"

"That's too bad," said Y/n sympathetically, as she and Arabella took turns hugging the young girl. "Hopefully we'll see you again."

"Yes, hopefully. You will visit, won't you?" Emmeline looked eagerly at the adults.

"Of course," piped up Arabella, smiling.

"Hey, girls, we know good-byes are painful, but I really am cold," said James through chattering teeth.

"Yes, yes. Well, bye, Emmeline!"

They entered the Three Broomsticks and sat at the nearest empty table. Madam Rosmerta gasped when she saw the foursome and clasped her hands eagerly.

"Why, if it isn't the infamous James Potter and Sirius Black!" She smiled. "And who are you lovely young ladies?"

"You remember Y/n L/n and Arabella Figg, don't you, Madam Rosmerta?" James gave a casual wave to the girls. "They're our fiancées."

"Fiancées?" Madam Rosmerta raised an eyebrow. "You've actually settled down with girls? I don't believe it! I think that you are fooling me here, boys and that these poor girls are mere flings."

Arabella laughed. "Oh, no, Madam Rosmerta, we're their girlfriends, unfortunately, of course. But we, Y/n and I, fell for their charm like every other girl at Hogwarts eventually, though they did have a tough time getting to us." She winked at Sirius.

"Stop it, Bella." Sirius nodded in assent to his girlfriend's statement.

"Why, if that doesn't beat it all—James Potter and Sirius Black coming back to my shop with girls and a steady relationship. Things sure have changed."

"Surely we weren't that bad, my dear Rosmerta," said James smoothly. "After all, Sirius has been with Arabella since first year, miraculously. Of course, they've had their good and bad moments—"

"A complete understatement," interrupted Y/n, rolling her eyes.

"—but they still make a good couple anyway," he finished, raising an eyebrow at his fiancée questioningly. Y/n stuck out her tongue in response.

"How did you manage to pull off a proposal without ruining it?" Madam Rosmerta looked truly amazed at the changes James and Sirius had gone through.

"Oh, it took some time, at least for James, but we pulled it off eventually," replied Sirius.

"You two have changed so much since I last saw you here."

"Well, with us being adults and Voldemort on the rise, we needed to grow up, I suppose."

The pub had gone completely silent after Sirius' remark. Whispers were exchanged among the magic folk, and they looked fearfully at Sirius, and then around the pub as if waiting for Voldemort to appear all of a sudden into the shop. Madam Rosmerta had dropped the large glass of butterbeer that she was about to hand over to a tottering old woman, and the liquid spilled over her lavish magenta robes.

"You said You-Know-Who's name!" exclaimed one young wizard, not much older than them, in barely a whisper.

"Yeah, Voldemort," said Sirius casually, shrugging. The wizard gave another shudder. "So what? It's just a name."

"Yes, but he might hear you and come any second."

"Don't give me that crap, Mr.—what's your name?"

"Jason Wood...hey! I know you from somewhere."

"Wood?" Sirius looked at James, and then back at the wizard in surprise. "Jason Wood, ex-captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team?"

"Yes, that's me, and you're—by golly! Cassia, look." He nudged the petite, pretty little woman next to him. "It's Potter and Black, our old teammates."

The small brunette looked startled and then began to smile, her creamy face lighting up with delight.

"James Potter and Sirius Black. Well, well, we haven't seen you for quite a while yet. And what's this? Finally snagged Y/n L/n, now, have you, Potter?"

James nodded and brought Y/n closer to him. "You bet, Wood. You and Cassia married?"

"Nah. I've yet to propose to her, eh? No, we're still boyfriend and girlfriend, though."

"It's great," said Cassia in a bit of a strained voice. "We don't need to be married...staying like this is good enough for me."

Y/n nodded politely. "We're engaged. So are Sirius and Arabella."

Wood set down his butterbeer with a clink. "Well, how about that? I would have never expected Potter and Black to be almost-married men. Congratulations."

James, Sirius, and Wood then started to discuss Quidditch, while the three girls discussed their wedding plans.

"You must come to mine, Cassia," said Y/n eagerly. "I'll have you as one of my bridesmaids."

"I couldn't," said Cassia, shaking her head, laughing. "I'm not worthy of such a thing, Y/n. Please, don't invite me. I'll only burst into a pathetic flood of tears anyway when the actual wedding takes place."

"What does that matter? Bella will probably cry, too."

"I second to that," intoned Arabella emphatically.

"Y/n, don't you understand? I can't!"

"Why not?"

"I think"—she cast a furtive glance to the men—"that we should discuss this in the bathroom. Guys, we have to—er—fix our make-up in the bathroom. We'll be back in a jiffy, all right?"

"Yeah, sure." Wood waved an impatient arm around, too absorbed in James' rich-detailed account of the last Quidditch game between England and Czechoslovakia.

Cassia dragged the other two younger women to the bathroom, shut the door, and burst into tears. Y/n and Arabella exchanged looks of perplexity but did not say anything at first.

"Oh, Y/n, Bella! I can't stand this any longer. I want to marry Jason, but he just won't propose. He's too in love with Quidditch to care about marriage with me and says that he's perfectly content with just having a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship instead of an intimate marriage. I really want us to get married and have children, and raise them to be respectable and clever. But how can I?"

"How do you know that Jason doesn't want marriage?" asked Y/n.

"Isn't it obvious? He says it all the time."

"Perhaps he says it all the time, but it may not be true, Cass. Men are unpredictable and whimsical like that; they say things they don't mean. I know it's really stupid, but that's how they've always been, and you should know that by now. Maybe Jason thinks that you don't want marriage either, so he's just saying that he doesn't want it to please you and make you happy."

"That's ridiculous. How can he think that? He knows I love him, and couples in love always go the next level by getting married."

"Yeah, but your Quidditch-obsessed boyfriend is different, like James and Sirius. They care too much about us that they're hurting us instead of benefiting us."

"How do you know all this?" Cassia looked at Y/n in awe. "You haven't been in a relationship nearly as long as I, and you know more about this than I do."

Y/n shrugged. "It's probably because I've known James practically all my life, and I've sort of studied and understood him, like a book. It's not that hard once you get used to it. After all, James is the perfect example of an unconventional man, and I understand how his brain works. That's why I know what I'm talking about because Jason is out of the ordinary as well."

Cassia looked thoughtful for a moment and then crushed Y/n in a tight hug. "Thanks, Y/n. You're the greatest. But what should I do now?"

"Talk to him, of course," put in Arabella sensibly. "That's the only way you'll get things out of men...you got to be the first ones to bring up the subject. Don't think they'll be the first ones to bring it, because they definitely won't be. They're slow that way."

"And I'm guessing you know this because of Sirius."

"'Course. With Sirius as a fiancé, well, life gets a little more interesting than usual, huh?"

Cassia laughed and dried her remaining tears. "Thanks, the both of you. You two have really helped. I'll talk to Jay tonight."

"You'd better, and tell us what he says about it."

"Definitely."

When the three girls came out, the guys were already waiting for them by the entrance, still discussing Quidditch.

"You guys still at that stupid game?" Cassia rolled her eyes.

"You were the Beater at Hogwarts with me, and now you don't care about Quidditch?" Sirius asked in mock-horror. "Dear Merlin, what's happened?"

"Maybe it's the whole being an adult thing that's changed me." She shrugged. "Ready, Jay? Oh, and when we get back to our flat, I have to talk to you about something."

"Sure." Wood shrugged and they both Disapparated.

"You girls ready?" James looked questioningly at them.

"Yeah. Just give us a second."

Arabella turned to her best friend and smiled. "Think we have enough experience about life, n/n?"

"Perhaps not all of it, but we sure got enough to brighten hearts around us. Merlin knows we need more happy souls around here these days. There are barely any of them at all."

And what Y/n said was absolutely true, especially since their world would soon turn colder.

"There's been a Hogsmeade attack."

Those words kept ringing in everyone's minds as they prepared to Apparate to Hogsmeade, where many students were attacked. There were many casualties and a few deaths.

Y/n clutched James' hand all the way there, and even when they arrived at the scene of the crime. Her heart turned cold when she thought of all her younger friends, especially Emmeline, and the chances of them being either injured or dead.

"James, I'm so scared," she whispered, hugging his arm.

"I know, Y/n." James kissed her passionately. "Don't worry. I'm sure it's going to be fine."

"It won't be," said Y/n quietly, so that even he couldn't hear. "Nothing's been fine for a long time."

When they arrived at the scene, Y/n involuntarily shivered. It was terrible. Shops and places were all in ruin, broken into and destroyed by Death Eaters no doubt, and it was completely chaotic, with Healers and teachers scurrying about in a disorderly fashion. There were screams and groans coming from everywhere, and upon the ground, there were dead corpses. The worst of it was, they weren't all completely discomposed to broken bones and flagged skin. No, instead they were just dead bodies of students, still quite healthy-looking, and each student lying eagle-spread on the ground had an expression of terror and astonishment upon their faces. It was sickening, and the eight of them cringed at the sight.

"That's perfectly horrible," whispered Peter, wiping his eyes from the stinging cold.

"Awful," acceded Sirius, his arm tightening around Arabella.

"C'mon, no use standing here," said Moody gruffly, as he tottered near to where Professor Dumbledore was, talking gravely to Professors McGonagall and Flitwick. "May as well be of some use, hey?"

"You're right, Alastor," said Jennifer firmly. "Let's see what Albus and Minerva have to say about all this."

They approached the two professors, who looked over at the eight adults and nodded in greeting.

"Hello, Misses L/n, Figg, Dean, and Walker. Messrs. Potter, Black, Lupin, and Pettigrew, hello to you, too."

"Professor, is it bad?" inquired Y/n anxiously.

"It may not be as bad as you imagined, Ms. L/n, but yes, it is considered bad. Not as bad as some of the attacks, but I think you may want to see some of the victims."

Professor McGonagall led Y/n and the others to where the injured or dead were, and Y/n gasped. There were many students that she didn't recognize, who were probably much younger than she, but there were two that she knew within a second. One, who lay groaning, was Kenneth Hughes, who had been Emmeline's boyfriend. Another was Laura Smith, but instead of groaning, she lay still. Too still. To add to it, she didn't move or budge at all.

"Professor," gasped Violet from Y/n's left side. "Laura isn't—she isn't—"

"I'm afraid so, Ms. Walker. Ms. Smith is indeed dead."

"That can't be," said Y/n dully. "No...Laura, she can't be dead!"

Suddenly, the truth of the statement struck her. Sweet Laura, who had been so shy at first, but then opened up to Y/n, was dead, and never to come back to life again. The Dark Side had killed her: the Death Eaters and Voldemort. Y/n had promised to visit Laura, but she hadn't seen her since graduation. She wouldn't know if Laura had passed her O.W.L.s, or if she had gotten a boyfriend! No, she would never know these things, because Laura was dead. She had been killed in the attack.

"Y/n?" James whispered. "Are you all right?"

Y/n nodded slowly, burying her head in his shoulder. "Oh, James, it's horrible! Laura dead and Kenneth hurt, as well as many other children who are so small. Look at that little girl over there. She looks to be about a first or second year, and she's dead. James, will our world ever be the same?"

"I don't think so, Y/n, but we'll try our best to pull together, and live through this. If we don't, then we know that the future generations will destroy Voldemort forever, and destroy all evil, if that's ever possible. For now, let's just concentrate on our present, instead of the future. I don't know when this will ever end, but whatever happens, I'll stick with you forever and never leave you. I love you, Y/n."

Tears sprang to her eyes, as she hugged him. "I love you, too."

James' eyes went over to the outcome of the attack, and suddenly his hand brushed against his eyes. No, he would stay strong like a man, and not cry. He had gotten the conception that only girls cried, and he would stick with that thought in mind. No, he would never cry, but somehow, the tears came out, and he wasn't ashamed of them. The mere feeling of Y/n's small body upon his gave him pleasure and hope for the future.

He understood why Y/n felt so passionate about the attack. He knew and liked Laura very well, and of course, he and Kenneth were good friends. He started at the thought of his young friend dying from his injuries. No, James wouldn't think of these things. It wouldn't happen...at least, that's what he hoped.

The world was turning upside down, to put it eloquently, and James knew it. However, he meant what he said to Y/n, and that he would always love her and stick with her. After all, he couldn't just leave her after two years of chasing after the h/c, now, could he?

Y/n looked over at her fiancé and saw him deep in thought. She smiled inwardly at having been part of the reason James was so mature and serious now and kissed him lightly. He was so handsome, standing there with his long arms around her small waist. His naturally untidy black hair was ruffled as usual, and his hazel eyes were mixed with a look of concentration and gravity. Y/n loved his eyes more than anything else about him did. Those eyes resembled everything that Y/n loved about him. He always had a look to them as well. Usually, it was a mischievous glint in those light brown eyes, but his eyes always matched the mood of the situation. Now, his hazel eyes had an appropriate seriousness to it.

James noticed Y/n looking at him, and grinned. It was the largest and first grin that he did in days, and it considerably brightened the situation slightly, since everyone else smiled slightly, seeing him do the same. Perhaps they would have a better future where there was no Voldemort, but for now, they were in the present and would have to deal with it, no matter what. However, James was optimistic, and knew, one day, Voldemort and evil itself would be defeated.

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