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The Fate of the Marked Six Chapter 12

i just realized that a couple of the old chapters have some formatting issues but i'm not sure where, so ig they're staying there until i get it pointed out or find it T-T. but anyways, WOAHHHH WE'RE HALFWAY THEREEEEE~. can't wait to finish with this because the climax keeps building. as always, reblogs and likes are appreciated! enjoy <3 ——————– Summary: Virgil moves into a new town and meets Roman, a ghost that he promises to help in finding the unfinished business needed to pass over. However, Roman's past seemed to be deeply muddled with trouble, an uncurable disease that has started to affect a classmate, and a certain tight-lipped valedictorian. Friendships are made and Virgil finds himself thrown into a situation far more complicated and twisted than he signed up. Hopefully, with the help of his new five friends, he can find a way to bring peace to the town once and for all.

Trigger Warning: None

Content Warning: Possible Death, Illness, Swearing

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Chapter 12

Patton was going to be honest, he hated the idea of having a crush on Logan. It made his skin crawl with the uncertainty of how his feelings would one day be happy to see Logan, and the next be absolutely devastated. He had crushes before, but not like this. Not like him.

He thought the worst part about the idea of having a crush on Logan was the fact that he knew Logan wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings back. Logan was too apathetic, too robotic, too studious, too reserved. Not only that, but he didn’t know anything about Logan. Sure, Patton knew his favorite color, but he didn’t know Logan's darkest secrets or what Logan wanted to study. Yet, Patton couldn’t stop talking about Logan to all his friends.

He knew that everyone was already getting annoyed at how much he could say about Logan. It was already annoying to Patton to continue talking about Logan. Patton learned more just by observing Logan. He wore the same style every day, with a pair of khaki pants (or jeans if he was feeling risky), dress shoes, a black polo shirt, and a tie. He almost looked like he was wearing a school uniform, but the tie was always different. Logan even had a system. Dark blue on Monday, light blue on Tuesdays, black on Wednesdays, brown on Thursdays, and finally striped dark blue and light blue on Fridays. On occasions, he would wear a goofy pattern that had anatomical brains or of books, which Patton admitted was the best on Logan. It gave Logan personality that he severely lacked with such roboticism.

However, after Patton dumped paint on Logan and had felt bad, he realized how pretty Logan looked in the outfit Patton picked for him. He looked more like himself in the clothes he had stolen out of his own closet. Even if it was Patton's style, Logan decided not to wear the cardigan over his shoulders the same way Patton did. Instead, he wore the cardigan like it was supposed to be worn and it looked sophisticated on him. However, it was short lived as soon enough, Patton found a bag filled with neatly folded and freshly washed clothes containing the outfit Patton had given Logan.

Patton decided to try to make it his goal to help Logan feel like he belonged in the world. Because it seemed the way Logan was dressing and the way he was acting was not the true way Logan wanted to act.

-+=~=+-

“Hey guys, what’s going on here?” Patton asked as he walked up to the group huddling. Logan and Virgil were in the middle with notes, with Remus and Janus over them, looking at the notes.

“We’re discussing Remus’s illness.” Logan spoke, pointing to his neatly written notes about what he’s gathered.

“I’m currently stuck with him.” Janus clicked his tongue as he lifted his hand to show Remus’s hand intertwined with his. “We can’t let the ghost hear.”

“Tragic.” Remus grinned at Janus to show that he was almost ecstatic to try and goof off with Janus, but Janus was keeping him from doing just that.

“And yet somehow, you guys don’t seem too sad about it.” Patton remarked as he patted Remus’s back, “You feeling alright, kiddo?”

“Yeah.” Remus nodded, looking up at Patton, who yelped and leaped back.

“What?” Logan looked up immediately, a flash of concern fading away as soon as he saw Patton was unhurt.

“Wait…it’s not there anymore.” Patton raised an eyebrow.

“What’s not there anymore?” Virgil asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Sorry. It’s just that….for a second, I swore I could’ve seen something engraved on Remus’s forehead. It looked like a symbol.”

Janus and Remus exchanged a knowing look.

“What did you do to see that symbol?”

“I just pat Remus’s back.” Patton muttered.

“Okay, stay still and try not to jump.” Logan muttered before he motioned for Remus to do something. Remus reached out and gripped his arm, just tight enough so that Patton couldn’t move it easily and just loose enough to not hurt him.

Patton watched as the symbol faded in, and soon enough he could see it on everyone around him. “Everyone has symbols.”

“Can you write Logan’s down?” Janus and Remus asked at the same time.

Patton accepted the pencil that Logan had given, and he opened a new page for him to write it down.

As soon as they did, Logan, Janus, and Remus read it. It almost sounded synchronous.

“憦.” They all murmured.

"Wait, how do you know Chinese, Logan?" Janus raised an eyebrow, "I had to learn it because it was my power and I forced Remus to learn it."

"I took 2 years of Chinese because I already knew Spanish and Latin. Our school does not offer French, therefore I chose to learn Chinese." Logan remarked, almost as if it was obvious.

"How do you already know Spanish and Latin?" Patton asked with curiosity. "That would make you quadrilingual."

"Because my brother learned Spanish, so I learned it to tell him he was stupid in several other languages. Latin, I learned to help me ace the SATs. Are you telling me you haven't learned more than two languages?"

"Alright, before we get severely off-topic, what does that character mean?"

“It’s the fate of regret.” Janus explained, “I think Patton can see my power.”

“There’s no way.” Logan replied as he went to touch Remus’s arm. Immediately, he blinked. “Hey, Virgil, check this out.”

Then, all four of them were holding onto Remus, and were all staring at each other’s foreheads.

“死.” Logan murmured, earning a kick from Janus.

“Who has that?” Remus asked, his shoulders tensing up.

“You.” Logan stared at the symbol above Remus’s head.

“Janus told me that mine was 爱.”

“Maybe it changed.” Logan looked away, clearly haunted by what he had seen.

“Please explain to the two people that cannot understand whatever language that is.” Patton scowled.

“As you know, we're looking at Chinese characters." Logan replied, “Patton, your symbol is 爱. The fate of love.”

“Great!” Patton felt his heart swell. Maybe that meant he'd have amazing luck in love.

“No, not great. It’s not a fate really.” Janus murmured, “It’s a curse most of the time. Those marked with 爱 are destined to be cursed when it came to love.”

Patton screamed internally, knowing that it meant that it was probably why he had awful luck in his crushes with Logan being the worst of the pile.

“So what does Remus’s mean?” Virgil asked.

“Death.” Logan murmured, “He has a mark of death.”

“The mark of death, the baby’s breath, the favorite sun…” Remus murmured.

Logan scribbled something down in his notebook before turning to Remus, “What are you talking about?”

“Hm?”

“The rhyming. The mark of death, the baby’s breath, the favorite sun poem.”

“Oh…it’s just something in my mind. It’s nothing really.”

By the way Patton saw Janus look at Remus, he knew it really wasn’t nothing, but he wasn’t about to call them out if Remus wasn’t ready to talk about it.

Logan let go of Remus, “Either Patton or Virgil, try to touch the other instead of Remus.”

Virgil moved his hand two inches until he was only touching Patton, “I can still see the marks, even if I’m not touching Remus.”

Janus turned to Patton, holding his arm out, “Let go of Re and hold onto me instead.”

Patton stared at him, watching the symbols fade away as he let go of Remus. Then as he made contact with Janus again, he blinked. “I can see the symbols. They went away as soon as I let go of Remus, but they came back upon touching Janus.”

“Interesting.” Logan murmured before he walked over to grab onto Remus’s wrist. “You can let go of his hand, Janus. I need as much power as I can get. Once you see my eyes turn a different color, I need you to grab onto me. I want to see if something happens.”

“Your power of precognition?” Patton raised an eyebrow. “I thought it was a passive power.”

“When Remus’s power strengthens my magic, it allows for a vision.” Logan murmured as he readied himself, relaxing. Almost immediately after he did, he blinked and his eyes flashed into a different color. The beautiful brown that came from the dirt he used to plant flowers changed into a dark blue he saw in the ties Logan wore on Monday and Fridays.

Janus took that time to grab onto Logan’s wrist as well, and soon Patton was put forth into a vision.

It was a dark room. Patton could see Logan, sitting against the wall in chains, yelling out someone’s name. He looked worse than usual. His clothes looked like they had been worn for the last five days straight and his glasses were nowhere to be found. His hair was a mess. He looked tired and as if he could fall asleep at any minute, but still, his body persisted because his mind didn’t seem to want to fall asleep.

“Caleb!”

Who was Caleb? Did Logan trust him?

“Come out, you bastard, and face me!” Logan shouted. The room echoed.

Then, out of the darkness, there was a light that shone directly on Logan. He had to blink before he stared at the man in a black tux, holding a cane. The man's hair was slicked back, and looked about 40 to 50 years old. He grinned, using his cane to lift Logan’s chin up, “You smart little boy. Thank you for using my name.”

Logan moved his face away from the cane, glaring, “Where’s Patton?”

“Ah yes, your beloved-”

“He’s not-” Logan began frustratedly.

“Of course not.” Caleb scoffed, rolling his eyes as he cut off Logan, “It’s just that you came all the way here under the pretense of thinking he was in danger because of me.”

“Under the pretense…so you don’t have him?”

“No, you dolt.” Caleb scoffed, hitting Logan’s head with the cane, causing the cane to scrape against his head. He flinched in pain, but even after the cane drew blood, he didn’t scream of pain. “You’re the bait for him.”

“Why?” Logan croaked, “There is nothing I could offer him. I have been nothing but cruel to him all his life.”

“Oh, but you’re wrong. He was the first one to authorize a search party for you. He is still looking for you, even when the search party disbands for the night. Even when your parents have stopped looking for the night to get some rest, he shows up to school after getting an hour of sleep with no luck of finding where you were. Right now, he has been a mess since you’ve been gone.”

“It doesn’t make sense.” Logan scoffed, “You’re lying.”

Caleb rolled his eyes before he waved his hand and suddenly, Patton was on screen. He was walking around a hill, calling for Logan. Patton could see the bags under his eyes and the way his shoulders drooped. He looked like he was about to collapse but still continued, trying to find Logan.

“Patton!” Logan tried to reach out to the mirage, being pulled back by the chains still clasped to his wrist.

“Believe me now, sweetheart? He cares about you because to him, you have been kind.”

Logan swallowed, his expression different than before, “Leave him alone. Leave Remus alone. In fact, leave all my friends alone.”

“Sure, but that risks you forever losing contact with your brother.”

“What?” Logan’s voice cracked. “Leave my brother out of this!”

“Unfortunately, I can’t. He's a ghost, so he’s under my territory. He may not know it yet, but I have complete control of him.”

“What did he ever do to you?” Logan let the emotions in his voice take him over. He sounded angry and sad. He sounded like he was feeling for once in his life, “He was a good kid. He had a good life. He had good potential. Why is it that he should have to be under your control when he has been nothing but good his entire life?”

“Why, he has control over you, and you have control over Patton.”

“I didn’t know Patton before Roman’s death!” Logan scoffed.

“Because I made sure of that.” Caleb rolled his eyes. “Everything has been laid out for your life, for your brother’s life since you were born. Because I knew you were the one thing most important to the special one.”

Recognition flashed in Logan’s eyes, as he tried to process the saying. “He’s the special one. Patton has something you want.”

“Yes and I am going to get it, no matter how long it takes or how difficult the task is.”

“He doesn’t deserve this.” Logan shook his head, “You can’t do this to him.”

“Oh? But I already am.” Caleb grinned, turning around and snapping his fingers. The lights went out and Logan coughed, collapsing to the ground. Despite it being all dark, with no idea of where Caleb was anymore, Patton saw the flame that burned within Logan’s eyes. The determination burned in his soul, and he knew that whatever he was up to, he wouldn’t allow anyone else to come in the way of his plans.

Patton blinked, coming out of the vision and looking around to see everyone staring at him.

“You were in that vision a lot longer than we were.” Remus remarked. “Your eyes turned brown.”

“What color of brown?”

“My color of brown.” Logan replied as he pulled Janus to grab onto Remus again as he separated from the group to go write stuff down. “What did you see, Patton?”

“Well…a vision.”

Logan rolled his eyes, “I mean, in specifics.”

“Uh…if you got the vision, shouldn’t you know?” Patton asked, not really wanting to remember the vision. The man, whoever he was, terrified Patton.

“That’s the thing though. While you were still in your vision, we were all discussing. We all had different visions.” Janus began.

“Well…Logan was in a dark room. He's chained to a wall, and he looks like he’s been there for a few days. He doesn’t look like he’s slept, but he has been well fed. He yells out for someone named Caleb to come out. A man in his middle ages walks out and they have a conversation together.”

“Anything important in the conversation?” Logan asked as he was scribbling in his notepad.

“Apparently, to Caleb, your life has been laid out from the very start. So has your brother’s. He can see ghosts because he knew about your brother being a ghost. He can definitely control the afterlife, and he seems to have a lot of powers. He was able to create a mirage, and other things.” Patton shrugged, “Oh, and he mentioned I was the special one?”

“Shit.” Janus let the word slip out of his mouth.

“What?” Logan raised an eyebrow as he finished scribbling it down.

“Nothing.” Janus squeaked, “Let’s talk about the others’ visions first.”

“Right.” Logan sighed, “There’s an earthquake in mine. Everyone is trying to escape…except for me and Patton.”

“Where are you two?”

“Don’t know, but clearly in the middle of the earthquake because someone tries to go back for me, only to be stopped.” Logan muttered.

The other visions consisted of nicer things like the six of them hanging out, but Virgil’s was especially horrifying.

“All of us collapsed on the ground unconscious. The only one awake was my ghost friend. He tried going to each of us to try and get us to wake up, but no matter what, we wouldn’t. I wouldn’t. We looked scratched up. Logan looked the worse off. There’s blood pooling from him. My ghost friend tries so hard to wake me up to try and help him. Then, a scratchy voice mentions that there was no way for us to wake up.” Virgil shuddered, “It belonged to a ghost. A different, evil one.”

Patton blinked, “What kind of a scratchy voice?”

“It sounded like an older man, who sounds like he constantly has flem in his throat. He sounds like he’s always on the verge of coughing in front of my face.”

Patton blinked, “Does he have a deeper voice and an accent when he pronounces his ‘th’s?”

“Yeah.”

“That ghost is Caleb.”

“Caleb has to be the ghost inhabiting you then.” Janus turned to Remus.

Remus made a face, “Who decided it was a good idea to put a Caleb in charge of everything?”

“Don’t ask me.” Patton held his hands up in the air, defensively. “I wasn’t in charge of naming him.”

“Alright, that’s not a problem. Patton, I know you have connections. Find anything you might have on a Caleb that died around his 40s to 50s. Virgil, connect with your ghost friend and see how they’re doing on finding out about a way to contact the ghost.” Logan ordered the two.

Patton blinked. “Sorry what?”

Logan flicked his head, “Go.”

“Now?” Patton was caught off guard.

“Yes, now!” Logan huffed, pushing Patton away, “I’ll see you later. I need to talk to Remus and Janus alone. Go.”

“Alright, you’re so pushy.” Patton chuckled as he walked out of the area, deciding to help Logan out.

-+=~=+-

Patton walked into the detention room, fully expecting to see no one else in the room. Instead, he found Logan sitting at the front of the classroom, reading next to the teacher’s desk where their principal sat.

“Oh, hello, Principal Sanders.” Patton sat down near the front of the classroom.

“It’s come to my attention that you haven’t made up any of your 60 hours.” Logan's mother raised an eyebrow, “Mr. Morris, I’ve also learned you’ve been tormenting my son and that’s what most of those hours have come from. I will now be supervising all detentions until you make up all 60, and this is a warning to-“

“Mom!” Logan yelled, slamming his book shut, “I already told you, he’s the furthest from bullying me. Stop threatening to suspend him!”

His shoulders seemed tense, and everything about his position showed he was hostile.

“Honey, I know that you are friends with him, but I think it’s perfectly unacceptable that-“

“No. You don’t get to say that.” Logan scoffed, standing up, “I thought it was weird that for the first time in forever, you decided to try and do your job as a principal. Patton doesn’t deserve the punishment you give him because I have been endorsing this behavior.”

“What are you talking about-”

“Let me finish.” Logan glared, standing up from his chair, “Maybe if you stopped living in your little bubble and for once looked outside you would see that I am not myself when I’m around you.”

“Well, sure you’re quieter, but that comes with grief.” His mother began.

“No, I’m not just quieter. I don’t feel like myself anymore, Mom. I don’t even think I feel and it didn’t come from grief.” Logan’s voice cracked, “And for once, Patton gave me that ability to feel again. Even if it was annoyance, or some sort of irritation, he let me feel and he let me be myself around him. I could’ve gone away with not giving him a fair amount of detention hours, but the truth is that I enjoy spending time with him, and the only time we can spend time together is through detention hours. It helps the both of us, because I get to feel like myself for one second that I don’t have to keep a wall of perfection around him, and he gets to feel safe in an environment where there’s no yelling. He’s a little troubled, and sometimes he lashes out in a way I don’t enjoy, or sometimes we go head to head because the both of us can’t communicate in a proper way, but that isn’t his fault. It’s yours. It’s Dad’s. It’s his parents’. We are like this because of you four, and he shouldn’t be punished for something that I purposely inflicted on myself.”

Patton was speechless. He didn’t know that Logan had felt that way about him. He didn’t know that while a part of Logan was helping Patton escape from his parents, a part of Patton was helping Logan escape from his.

“Mom, just go.” Logan sighed coldly, turning around and looking up in an attempt to not let the tears fall out, “I can deal with all of Patton’s detention hours. Fix them to where they’re accurate to the number of hours he’s supposed to have. I’ll do detention how it’s supposed to be and I’ll have him write the behavioral statements for an hour before he has to stay silent and do his homework. Just…don’t suspend him or put him on warning.”

“Logan-”

“Go.” Logan adjusted his glasses to the top of the his nose, closing his eyes.

Logan’s mother sighed, walking out, “You better have that fixed by the end of the day.”

Logan didn’t answer, still facing away from everything with his eyes closed until he was certain his mother was out. Then, he turned to close the door and walked back to the desk to pull out a box of chalk. “Alright, Morris, you heard me. You know the statements. Go ahead and fill the entire board.”

He took out a chalk and placed it gently on the table before going back into his book. Patton treaded carefully, knowing that if he tried to ask if Logan was okay, it might end in either Patton getting punched or Logan walking out, never to be seen again.

Instead, Patton grabbed the chalk and started to write the sentences he knew by heart. Logan had made him write the sentences for the first 15 hours that he served detention before he was over it and allowed him to do whatever he wanted, as long as his homework was done.

He was not even a sentence in when he heard Logan sniffling and Patton turned to see Logan trying to wipe his eyes before the tears could fall out. Then, he knew he would take the risk of bodily harm if it meant he could comfort him, and calm his aching heart.

Patton walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around Logan and squeezing him.

“What are you doing this for?”

“I’m sorry that I’m a little annoying all the time, and I’m sorry that I haven’t been the best at keeping my promise of being a little kinder to you.” Patton mumbled, “But my goodness…you just have to tell me that you want to spend time with me. If I knew that I was your escape, I would’ve spent every day after school in detention with you.”

Logan didn’t say anything, but Patton felt something cold hit his hand, and he turned a bit to see Logan’s face streaked with silent tears still falling down his face.

“Jesus, you idiot.” Patton snorted, pulling the boy closer and squeezing him tighter. Logan’s arms wrapped around him as well, and he tried to ignore his pounding heart to continue comforting the boy. “Just tell me next time. I would’ve helped. I’m so sorry.”

Logan choked out a sob, burying his head in his chest as he let it all out. All the regret, grief, and anger built up inside of his for the past four years finally released and for the first time ever, Patton saw a gateway into who Logan really was.

“There, there, let it all out.” Patton mumbled as he rubbed his back.

Patton didn’t care that his shirt was being used for a tissue, nor did he think about the fact that Logan was currently hugging him like his life depended on it. He cared about the fact that Logan had never felt like himself and he wanted to give Logan that experience.

“I’m sorry.” Logan murmured.

“Take all the time you need.”

That sentence was enough to establish the relationship between his and Patton. It was enough for Logan right now. It was enough for him.

-+=~=+-

Patton stared at the post-it hung in his room. Although the rest of his house was a mess, his room was the only thing neat, organized and color coordinated. The only thing out of place was the white paper hung up on his corkboard in the middle with Logan’s name and number on it in his neat handwriting. He had yet to need to use it, but he had stared at the number so much that he had it memorized to heart.

Then again, he always had a good memory.

However, a phone call interrupted his thoughts.

Without looking at the caller ID, he picked it up, “Hello?”

“Patton. It’s Janus.” his voice sounded worried.

Patton took that time to look at the caller ID, knowing for a fact that he had never gotten Janus’s number. The name “Remus Porter” lit up and it clicked in his head. Remus had given Patton his phone number after they were paired up together the last year for a class and although they never used it again for each other, it came in handy.

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you doing anything right now?”

Patton heard a crash in the living room, along with the yelling he had learned to block out. “Yeah, why?”

“That sounds bad. Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” Patton pressed the phone to his shoulder and cheek as he went to grab the shoes he hid in his closet. He learned that he should always have a way to escape his house through his room. He started to put it on, “What do you need?”

“Remus is in the hospital. Just…come here quick.”

“Wait, wouldn’t you need Virgil and Logan though? They know everything related to his illness.”

“It’s not that. I know everything there is to know about Remus’s illness too. The doctors just aren’t listening to me. They don’t understand that Re will die if he gets put on more pain killers. Just please…come quick.”

“On my way.”

Patton rushed over to the hospital, getting there in less than 5 minutes on foot. He was always a fast runner, and he attributed it to the fact that he had longer legs. It came with the advantage of being tall, and also living close to the hospital.

“Hi, sir, what can I help you with?” The nurse asked as Patton came into the hospital all breathy.

“Where’s Remus Porter being held?”

“Sorry, sir, but the family only permitted relatives to see him.”

“Patton! There you are!” Janus’s face melted into relief, “Remus is in the ICU and I need you to see this for yourself.”

Patton stared at the nurse who sighed, allowing him in and he rushed to Janus, “See what?”

Janus just rolled his eyes as the two of them dashed to Remus’s room where Remus was. He seemed weak, especially attached to all the machines. There was no one else in the room, but the room seemed so loud with the heartbeat monitor continuously beeping.

“Re…I brought Patton.” Janus’s voice was gentler than usual.

“Patton.” Remus croaked, holding his hand out. Patton slowly took it.

“Hey buddy. You don’t look so good. You feeling alright?”

“Shut up.” Remus laughed, “Don’t be like everyone else.”

No quip. No dirty saying. Nothing. Remus truly wasn't feeling good.

Patton snorted, “Janus called me over.”

“I caught a fever from school. Since my immune system is weaker because of my cancer, they have to look me over.” Remus coughed.

“That’s not the problem.” Janus murmured, grabbing Remus’s hand as well. He watched as the Chinese symbols soon appeared on both their heads. “The problem is that he doesn’t feel any better when I am in contact with him. He still feels just as weak, if not even more, and look at the symbol above his head.”

He watched as the symbol of death faded in and out of existence. When Patton could see the symbol, it burned bright red, almost like the color of fire. It looked like it was burning Remus’s forehead.

“Woah.”

“Usually, his symbol goes away after some time of physical contact, but that’s not the case now. And usually it’s not that color.”

“It looks bad. What does that color mean?”

“I’m not exactly sure, since the only place I’ve seen it was on Logan, and he’s very unreadable. I’m guessing it doesn’t mean something too good though. Right now, I think that it means that it means you’re closer to your curse.”

“Yikes.” Patton sighed, “How long they keeping you on bed rest?”

“Until I get better and then a day after.”

“And you don’t think you’re going to be good anytime soon?”

“Nope.” Remus laughed, turning his head to sneeze.

“Bless you.” Patton snorted, “So what you’re telling me is that he’s on the verge of death right now?”

“Everytime he eats a new painkiller, his symbol glows brighter.” Janus murmured, “The doctors won’t stop. They just keep putting him on different medications, hoping one will just stick but it won’t and it’s only hurting him.”

“How do you want me to convince them?”

“I don’t know. You’re charismatic though! You’re the class clown, everyone loves you! You’re the fun, loving Pat! There’s got to be something that you can do!” Janus begged, “Please.”

Patton sighed, “Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

Remus sneezed, and a nurse came through at that moment.

“Ah, have you brought reinforcements?” The nurse raised an eyebrow, “You have to give some reasoning to him. He’s saying we should get him off the painkillers. It’s almost a death wish for someone with cancer.”

“Except Remus’s a special case. His heartbeat’s weaker and faster ever since you started giving him painkillers. Sure, he may be sneezing less, but his blood pressure is higher. I know you’re recording everything related to his health every hour and giving him new medicines, but the thing is that it’s getting harder and harder to measure them, and you’re afraid that you’ll be sued for getting him off, but you’re actually killing him right now. Do all four of us a favor and stop giving him it. Otherwise...I'm sure you wouldn't want to see me disappointed, missy."

The nurse raised an eyebrow looking at the clipboard in their hand. They sighed, and stared at Janus, “Be glad that your friend here has better reasoning than you.”

With that, the nurse took Remus’s blood pressure and wrote down his heartbeat before leaving.

"Fun, loving Pat to the rescue." Patton flashed a smile at Janus.

Janus sighed before admitting, "Thank you. I couldn't have convinced them without you."

"Of course, Janus! Anything for my bestest friends. If that's all, I'll be going out then."

"Wait, Patton?" Remus coughed as he tried to sit up.

"Yes, Remus?"

“Can you keep this a secret from Logan and Virgil?” Remus asked.

“Why?”

“I haven’t been the most truthful about my illness.”

“What do you mean?” Patton was very concerned now.

“The ghost that’s sucking all my power…has been contacting me more recently when no one’s around. He’s getting more powerful. I can feel him fighting back against my powers, against the painkillers, and more. I feel him fighting back against the blockage of everyone, but Janus.”

“You…don’t want to tell Logan or Virgil? Why? They’re helping you!”

“And I’m so grateful for that, but there are things I just can’t explain to them. I'd rather joke around about my illness and say weird and out-of-pocket things instead of facing the truth that I am dying and there's no workaway around it."

“I’m the least knowledgeable about your illness.”

“That’s exactly why. You won’t try to find an explanation or anything. You just accept it, and will try to help me find a solution. The other two are too obsessed with finding out why it’s like that before they find how to help me.”

Patton sighed, “Logan can see through my lies, so I can’t promise…but I’ll try to keep it a secret.”

“Thank you.” Remus seemed relieved.

Janus rubbed Remus’s forehead, “Alright, get some rest. I’m going to talk to Patton outside.”

“Have fun.” Remus murmured.

The pair walked outside, and Patton turned to Janus, expecting him to say something.

“How’d you know all those things about Remus? I didn’t even pay attention.” Janus asked.

“I didn't. I just winged it, and used a bunch of terms I thought Logan would use.” Patton snorted.

“Nice.” Janus smiled, “I’m not going to stop you from telling Virgil or Logan about Re in the hospital. He’s too important for me to lose. I know Virgil and Logan are going for the slower approach, but I know that approach is probably a stronger cure than the one that Remus wants. He wants a quick and easy way out of his suffering, but it’ll be temporary. Logan wants to find out why so he can find a permanent solution. Virgil wants to make sure that nothing like this happens to anyone else again. I get his point of view, but I also get theirs. I want Re to get better now, but I know that it won’t help him in the long run, and even if we expel the ghost, there’s a chance we could end up hurting someone else. It’s your choice to make on the matter.”

Patton hated the fact that it had to be his choice.

“I trust you either way. I believe we’ll make the right decision.” Janus pat Patton’s back, “I promise you that either way, the group will find a way to get over your choice.”

“Thanks.” Patton gave a small smile. “I think I'm going to head out now. Let me know about anything that changes.”

“I will.” Janus smiled weakly. Patton could see a look of terror and worry flash in Janus, and Patton just pulled Janus into a short hug.

When he left the hospital, he opened up the phone app.

Then, he started to type in numbers. One by one, he typed in the phone number he memorized.

Hovering his finger on dial, he took a deep breath, and let it fall onto the button.

He answered right away and Patton caught a breath, waiting for him to speak.

“Hello?” Logan’s voice sounded sleepy, almost as if he was either just waking up or about to fall asleep.

“You sound awake.” Patton joked.

There was shuffling on the other side, and Patton concluded the boy was still in bed. “Shut up, Morris.” he murmured, “Sundays are my recovery days.”

“You picked up, even if you didn’t know my number?”

“Usually, the person on the other end answers first, and then I reply afterwards, based on the voice and what they say. It has to be someone I know for them to not want to say anything after dialing me first.”

“What if it’s a stalker?”

“They’d have to get through my father who has an extensive knowledge of guns, and me who was trained to use a firearm since I was 10.”

“Fair enough. Just to make sure, I haven’t crossed you enough for you to take out a gun yet.”

“Hm…” Logan yawned, “I’ll think about that.”

Patton couldn’t help the smile that came to his face, “Sorry for bothering you, Sanders.”

“Mh, you always do anyway. What can I do for you?”

“Ah, I can always talk to you later. You sound sleepy and I should let you get back to sleeping.”

“No, you’re already here. Just tell me.”

“You sure you’ll be awake to answer it?”

“I will be if you don’t keep stalling.”

“Fair enough.” Patton chuckled, “I wanted to ask about Remus.”

Logan groaned, “You’re going to make me get up to get my notebooks, aren’t you?”

“I am.” Patton admitted as he walked to a nearby park to sit down at.

He heard shuffling for a while before Logan answered, “Alright, I have gotten it, and have cozied back in bed. What do you need about him?”

“His social security number.”

“Be serious.” Logan scoffed. “I will hunt you down if I find out you made me do all of that for nothing.”

“I wanted to ask about how Remus was. Is he getting better?”

Logan was quiet for a second. “I didn’t need my journal for that.”

“Is it obvious?”

“He’s getting worse. I don’t know what’s going on, but I know the ghost is getting stronger, and there is nothing I can do about it. I’ve tried using precognition, but nothing is showing up. I think the rosary is affecting my powers too since my powers expel both negative and positive energy. The rosary sucks up any negative energy, which protects me from the ghost, but…it also hurts my power.”

“Have you tried it in the shower when you can’t have the rosary on?”

“I’m too paranoid to try taking it off. There’s no doubt I’m a target.”

“I’m sorry.” That was all Patton could say.

“Is that all you wanted to say?”

“Uh…I got records for a Caleb Covington. I’m not certain, but I think it’s our guy. He looks like the dude I got in the vision, and he matches the description, but at the end of the day, he could be one of the workers or pawns for the ghost that’s possessing Remus.”

“Specific details?”

“He died almost 120 years ago in this city, in a freak magic show. He was a magician, apparently he was very well known for being charismatic. After he died, mediums would see him all over the place, and he was seen as pretty friendly. Then, people started to notice that he started to be worse off. Then, one day, he completely disappeared. That happened about 10 years after he died. Then, 30 years after that, ghosts started to disappear. Then, they disappeared completely about 15 years ago, and mediums started to move out of the town. Virgil’s probably the only medium in town right now.” Patton cited off all he could remember from the research he did with his friend who had access to records.

“Huh.” Logan mumbled and he heard scribbling noises being picked up by the mic.

“Did you bring a pen into bed with you?”

“Of course I did. The pen was attached to the journal. I’m not stupid.” Logan scoffed, “Right…thank you for telling me that. I’ll keep my eye out for that.”

“Let me know if you need anything else.” Patton replied numbly.

“I will definitely come to you.” Logan mumbled as he shifted.

“I should really let you sleep.” Patton thought it was endearing that Logan still listened to him fully despite still being half asleep, “What time did you go to sleep last night?”

“Ungodly hours.” Logan sighed, “Are you sure you don’t have anything else you want to tell me? I can hear it in your voice that there’s still something.”

Patton thought about it. Logan knew him too well, but he was also respectful. If Logan believed Patton wasn’t ready to tell him or didn’t want to, Logan wouldn’t press it.

Then, Patton remembered the mark that burned above Remus’s head, and he remembered Janus’s pained face, and the trust Janus had in Patton to make the right choice, and he knew that Remus’s safety was worth more than his pride.

“Remus is in the hospital.”

Logan’s steady breathing, picked up on the mic, hitched as he processed what he said, “Is he okay?”

“He definitely has been better.” Patton remarked, “He caught a cold, and I just only managed to convince the nurse to get him off the painkillers that seemed like they were killing him."

“Good. He shouldn’t be on any pain killers. I told him to stop taking the ones he got from his doctors. He should’ve known his rights. He could’ve refused them himself. Why did he have to be so stubborn and get you to have to convince the nurse?”

“I don’t know.”

“Jeez, Virgil told him to be careful around others because it’s flu season. His immune system is already at risk since we told him to stop taking any of the ones he gets from the doctors treating him.”

“You sound like a worried mother.”

He could practically hear Logan rolling his eyes.

“He’s okay, genuinely?”

“Yeah, for now. I just think that we might need to hurry the process of catching this ghost off guard because right now, he has the upperhand. If it is truly Caleb, he is continuing to get more powerful, and he’s not going to stop until he’s gotten what he’s wanted.”

“Right…” Logan trailed off, yawning again.

“You should go to sleep, Sanders. Sorry for keeping you awake.”

“Mhph, it’s fine.” Logan shifted in bed, “I’ll talk to you later though. I have a lot of thoughts about this.”

“Me? What about Virgil?”

“I’ll talk to him about it after I get more details. Until then, I’ll be sleeping again.”

“Alright. Good night, Logan.”

“Good night, Patton.”

With that, the two hung up, leaving Patton to be smiling at the thought of letting Logan be in his contacts now.

-+=~=+-

Patton liked to think he had a good sleep schedule, but that was later refuted by Logan calling him at 3 am, and him immediately picking up.

“You should be asleep” was the first thing Logan said to him over the phone.

“So should you, Lo. Don’t you need your beauty sleep?”

“Just because I’m a hypocrite doesn’t mean you should point it out.” Logan remarked, “Tell me more about how you know that Remus is dying with the painkillers.”

“So you know how he has the mark of death above his head?”

“Uh huh…”

“In the hospital, it was fading in and out, when usually after some time, it just fades. Then, when it was visible, it looked like it was burning into his forehead, and the color was more of a reddish-orange fire color.”

“Yikes. What does that mean? Does Janus know?”

“Well no, because it had never happened until this year.”

“So Remus’s the first time he’s ever seen it?”

“No…he’s seen it on someone else.”

“Who?”

“You.”

Logan fell silent.

“And I’d love to tell you what I know and what he knows about that, but it isn’t something I can answer, because no one can read you. You don’t tell us anything about yourself, and I’m glad you feel safe with us enough to even talk to us, but please, Logan, Remus’s life is at risk and-”

“It’s probably related to my brother. I hold a lot of regret towards stuff I did to my brother, or stuff I said. I guess, I’d rather keep it away from me, and yet Janus always finds a way to make me feel bad again and remember all the promises I kept to my brother.” Logan sighed, “If that’s the case, and if I feel this intense amount of regret that makes the mark like that, then we need to do something about it. Let’s call a meeting.”

“Right now? At 4 in the morning?” Patton asked, staring at the clock.

“Remus is in the hospital right now, currently dying. Do you really want to stall?” Logan pointed out.

“Good point. How are we supposed to get in contact with them?”

“I’ll deal with that. Meet me at the clock tower at school.”

“How long is this going to be? Because you have to remember that we have school tomorrow.”

“Good thing tomorrow’s a school field trip for the five of us.”

“What?”

“Hey, I promised my brother I’d save the living, but I never promised my parents I wouldn’t abuse my powers. Remus is the living who is on the verge of dying, and I’m willing to abuse a few of my powers to authorize an unplanned school field trip that doesn’t use school funds for a club that does not exist.” Logan remarked.

It was the first time Patton ever heard personality in Logan's voice, and he knew that the Logan he used to be was coming back full force. ——————– angsty logan is my fav to write fr <3 (see porch tears for one example that's so real), but logicality will always be my fav ship, even if it's not really shown in how much i make these two be tortured. but remus having development and being in so much pain that he can't even make his jokes is so sadddd :((((. ANGST DOES GET BETTER LATER THO I PROMISE <3

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Please share all of your Sirius and Bellatrix thoughts ♥️

I have way too many, darling.

The TLDR is it is our choices that show us who we truly are, far more than our abilities. The long version is under the cut.

When reading about them I usually prefer stories where their original 8-9 year gap is preserved (it annoys me to no end when people write the Order and the Death Eaters as entirely made up of people in the same couple of years in Hogwarts —really? Was the conflict exclusively waged by child soldiers? Were Dumbledore and Voldemort just chilling before 1977, when they decided to start recruiting?). With that being said, I can also enjoy fics where - for shipping purposes - their ages are more compatible, to make them share time in Hogwarts or during the First Wizarding War.

I think they are very, very alike personality-wise. The narrative draws some delicious writing parallels between them, both physically and in their expressions, vices and virtues, and choices. Directly between them, might I add. The author underlines the difference between Bella and Narcissa more than once, we're meant to see it, and similarly we're meant to see the similarities between Bella & Sirius.

They are haughty, passionate, powerful, competent, arrogant, bright, much more intelligent than the fandom thinks they are. In general, they suffer from the stigmatization that many characters - but some people in real life do too - that someone who is intense and impulsive cannot possibly be as intelligent as people who are meek, soft-spoken, generally more controlled. Think what the fandom does to Sirius vs Remus and Bella vs her sisters, when every arrow points to the fact that they are actually the cleverest in these pairings.

They are both some shade of mentally ill, and not because of the curse of the Blacks - half the Blacks went mad didn't they? What's the saying? Every time a Black is born the gods flip a coin. god the Targaryen-Black parallels are gold - Sirius is very likely horribly depressed in OOTP, something no one around him seems to understand, infuriatingly. The only one that seems to get it is Harry, who has the literal Dark Lord living in his brain (= bigger problems to deal with). Bella is... I don't know what she is, ask me after my psychiatry module next year, but my money is on PTSD after Azkaban - after all, she didn't have the escape of an Animagus form behind bars. She would also very likely be victim-blamed for these different feelings, which would lend itself to a delicious nobody else in the world understands us but us type of post-Azkaban dark!fic which I would love to read.

They are both skilled at magic, and while they might despise each other for their respective political views, they respect each other because of this. Bella is probably above him in terms of magical power and skill, because she's 9 years older and because of Voldemort's training, but Sirius seemed to be keeping up quite well with her during their fight in the DoM.

Speaking of which, I am sure that Bellatrix's scream of triumph was due to her winning their duel, not because she thought she had killed him and that is probably the single thing I love the most about HBC's interpretation of her in the movies. That look. 10/10.

I am of the opinion that Bella is all bark and no bite when it comes to certain members of her family, especially her sisters. Sure, she might say that she wants to prune her family tree but 30 years later in the beginning of DH, she still calls Andromeda sister. I'm sure she would want nothing more than to put him under lock and key for the rest of his life and never let him escape, not kill him. And, to me, the way Sirius speaks of his family is very interesting. I'm sure he firmly believes that he hates them, but his actual feelings are more complex than that. You can hate someone and still desire their love, their respect. You can hate that they are the only people in the world who understand you - and hate yourself more in turn, for it.

Sirius seems to me like someone haunted by his own darkness. He, much like Harry, would be constantly worried that he's becoming like them. I'm sure it's a weak spot for him and I wish we had heard more bickering, or at least a full interaction between Bella and Sirius (I feel like she would claim him as hers, underline how much he cannot escape his own blood, even just to mock him/unsettle him in battle). But what Dumbledore says to Harry is true: it doesn't matter how alike they are, it's their choices that matter much more. And I feel like this is why the two of them would never reconcile in canon. They stand for different things.

I also think there might be some - and I know Freud is controversial nowadays, but bear with me - penis envy, on her part. Because Sirius was born the heir - something she would have given her left hand to be: to be born and die a Black instead of being expected to marry into another family - and he squandered it all away by consorting with werewolves and mudbloods. But no. He got everything and pissed on it, and it's just not fair. And by choosing not to come back, even in the two years after Regulus' death, he made sure that the Black Family name will die with him- and I think that is just something she can never ever forgive him.

Now. Everybody knows I don't like TCC and my preferred view of Bella is someone with fertility issues, even to the point of being sterile.

[I read an amazing fanfic once and a line from it stuck in my brain - "If I can't be life, then I'll be death"]

But. If we do see it as canon. This is also the reason why - despite being overjoyed at Delphi's birth - I am convinced that she wished for a boy when she was pregnant. If she had a boy with the Dark Lord, who couldn't possibly give them his name, the House of Black would have an heir. This is also the reason why I don't thing she was necessarily opposed to having children with Rodolphus - the "spare" would have been her heir.

Bellatrix would say that Regulus was her favourite cousin, but truth be told, it was really Sirius whom she respected more - at her core, in my opinion, Bellatrix is really only someone who respects power. Sirius is like her that way.

But Bellatrix is clearly a cruel person, which Sirius is not (or at least, he tries not to be: Kreacher and Snape are two very particular cases of people who are mean to him back). Also, Sirius' view of the world is much more egalitarian - If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals. Bellatrix is clearly someone who sees the world in terms of hierarchies, and lives within them (see: how she acts around Voldemort and what is implied of her treatment of house-elves who obey their masters: there is a scale and some serve others, and as long as they do so well they have certain rights; disobey, you get punished).

(Bellatrix is somewhat a feminist character but let's be real- she's not a revolutionary. She went to the Dark Lord and showed him just how powerful she was - aka my wand is bigger than all these male DEs' - and he said "okay, fair, I'll give you the Mark", thereby freeing herself. She is not a "equal representation for women inside terrorist organizations!!" type of girlie)

I also love how her death parallels Sirius'. It's thematically beautiful and it excuses her death coming at the hands of one Molly Weasley (who could never ever in a million years have beaten her on skill alone). She dies because she is arrogant. It's one of her traits. Overconfidence. She was always meant to die like that.

[coincidentally one of the reasons why she would not be a hufflepuff like some suggest: this woman is not humble]

I could go on, but I think I've rambled enough.

P.S. Let's not sleep on the fact that the two of them together would be hot.

#sirius black #bellatrix lestrange #bellatrix black #sirius x bellatrix #asks #answered

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In Defense of Peter Pettigrew: an analysis

The rat

In all things Peter is considered inferior. He isn’t handsome, or witty, or magically powerful. His biggest accomplishment is his friends. If they’re a blazing bonfire, Peter is a candle in a window. Small, and hardly seen.

The tag along friends

In multiple instances throughout the series James and Sirius are described as inseparable and easy to mistake as brothers. This leaves Remus and Peter as the add on friends, the back up, the followers. The rise of fandom culture has promoted Remus to the same level as James and Sirius in terms of friendship. However canon does not fully support this.

Example one: ‘This was in contrast to the only wizarding photograph on the walls, which was a picture of four Hogwarts students standing arm in arm, laughing at the camera. With a leap of pleasure, Harry recognised his father; his untidy, black hair stuck up at the back like Harry's and he, too, wore glasses. Beside him was Sirius, carelessly handsome, his slightly arrogant face so much younger and happier than Harry had ever seen it alive. To Sirius's right stood Pettigrew, more than a head shorter, plump and watery-eyed, flushed with pleasure at his inclusion in this coolest of gangs, with the much admired rebels that James and Sirius had been. On James's left was Lupin, even then a little shabby-looking, but he had the same air of delighted surprise at finding himself liked and included ... or was it simply because Harry knew how it had been, that he saw these things in the picture?’

Even Harry is capable of recognizing that the real core of the marauders were Sirius & James, and that both Peter and Remus experienced feelings of inadequacy and as though they did not belong; despite being devoted to Potter & Black.

Example 2: 'You say you remember him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta, murmured Professor McGonagall. 'Do you remember who his best friend was?' 'Naturally, said Madam Rosmerta, with a small laugh. 'Never saw one without the other, did you? The number of times I had them in here - ooh, they used to make me laugh. Quite the double act, Sirius Black and James Potter!' 'Precisely,' said Professor McGonagall. 'Black and Potter. Ringleaders of their little gang. Both very bright, of course - exceptionally bright, in fact - but I don't think we've ever had such a pair of troublemakers -*... 'You'd have thought Black and Potter were brothers!' chimed in Professor Flitwick. 'Inseparable!'

When remembered by professors and town folks it is Sirius Black and James Potter who are both remembered for their intellect and close connection to one another. Peter and Remus are spoken of less, and often less favorably.

While the marauders were a gang; the truth was they were four children who shared a dorm and formed a bond based upon proximity and a mutual interest in causing chaos.

The stupid and foolish boy

When the motivation for Peter’s betrayal come up the discussion generally revolves around his lack of courage or weakness in character. While an important aspect to contribute it’s also important to factor in how he felt about his place within both his side of the war as well as his place within the marauders. Let’s take a look at some moments that display how he is viewed by others prior to his betrayal.

Example 1:

Peter Pettigrew: "I got the snout shape, the pupils of the eyes, and the tufted tail, but I couldn't think what else —"

James Potter: "How thick are you, Wormtail? You run round with a werewolf once a month —"

Peter’s intelligence is often disregarded or degraded by his friends, despite the fact that Peter was successfully able to become an animagi at the same time as his friends, he is referred to as thick for simply taking more time to decide on his shape. James doesn’t speak kindly to his friend in any flashbacks or scenes we’re privy to; leading to the probability that this was a normal occurrence.

Example 2:

“Professor Minvera Mcgonagall described Pettigrew as a "stupid and foolish boy" who hero-worshipped Sirius and James. She also stated that Pettigrew was a less than average student and was not capable of fighting with Sirius. She was somewhat harsh with him during their years of student-teacher relationship.” (Pulled from the wiki)

This is another occurrence of how Peter was viewed by people meant to support him. If we circle back to the earlier quote by Mcgonagall we can see that she describes Sirius and James in a much more positive light.

Example 3: Peter being chosen as the Potter’s secret keeper. The whole premise of this stems from Peter’s lack of closeness to his friends; he wasn’t considered close enough to be chosen for such a role and therefore would serve as good protection.

What do these examples show us? Even prior to Peter’s betrayal he is viewed in a negative light.

In particular, his intelligence has always fascinated me. How is it that someone who is described as stupid, not magically powerful, or anything more than a follower is able to pull off his betrayal so completely? Not even Dumbledore himself suspected Peter as the spy, while this can be attributed to people’s low opinion of him. How exactly would someone without some level of cleverness keep up such a ruse? How could frumpy, mild mannered, second rate Peter Pettigrew capable of fooling the most powerful wizard alive and the entirety of the order? How could the rat frame the bright admired Sirius Black and murder 12 muggles if he was magically weak?

These complexities are what makes Peter both so fascinating and pitiful. They lead one to believe the general view of him was either grossly misinterpreted or overtly wrong. Was he just a stupid foolish boy who was weak with fear? Or was he a loyal devoted friend for a decade; who protected his creature friend for years, supported sirius through his estrangement from his family, and willing became the secretkeeper to the potter’s despite the target it placed on his back, who despite all this was simply tired of being treated poorly by the people he put first?

Ultimately we’ll never know, but what an interesting character develops from these contrary qualities.

Conclusion

Finally; let’s discuss the betrayal and the events that follow. Was the betrayal of his entire friend group horrific? Absolutely. Was it really that surprising after one dives into the inner workings of that said friend group? I’d said no. Peter is shown to have deep regret for his actions afterwards and in a turn of events helps Harry, but Peter never betrays Voldemort. Even when he is defeated and presumed dead, Peter stays loyal to him. He performs the ritual to bring back Voldemort himself, a magical feat in of itself. What does this say about Peter’s character? It shows both warring factions within himself but also how he is trapped between loyalty and cowardice. Peter is deeply loyal, firstly to the marauders despite their treatment of him, and later to Voldemort despite the fear and mistreatment he experiences.

Would the circumstances of Peter been different if he felt valued by his friends?

Or was he always destined to serve as a traitor?

#peter pettigrew #the marauders #harry potter #harry potter analysis #just some rambly thoughts about him idk

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Rekindle | Wolfstar | HP Recipe Rec Fest

I am so excited to share my entry for the @hprecipe-recfest. This is the first fest I've ever co-hosted and it's been so much fun so far, and I'm looking forward to see even more entries coming up.

For now, however, please enjoy my little fic which features a personal HC of mine: that Remus fled the UK and travelled around the world while Sirius was in Azkaban and spent som time in Sweden (where he apparently learned to cook some Swedish food).

Title: Rekindle Pairing: Wolfstar Rating: T WC: 6k Summary: Things are tense between Sirius and Remus when they're pushed together in the derelict cottage that Remus calls home, waiting for Dumbledore's orders. So much is left unsaid, so many questions need answers.

Remus shares a small part of himself and opens a door to what he was doing during the years that Sirius spent locked up in Azkaban.

Read the whole thing on AO3.

Or a snippet below the cut:

Sirius wakes with a jolt, which is weird because he barely sleeps these days. He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but that’s not unusual. It isn’t so much sleeping these days, as his body simply giving up, passing out when he couldn’t hold out any longer. Usually it happens when he’s curled up as Padfoot, the dog’s mind quieter than his own. He has spent so much time as Padfoot over the last few years that he feels more comfortable in the dog’s fur than his own skin.  

He had transformed back into his human form in his sleep, something that had happened increasingly more often in the past week. Sirius doesn’t know why, just yet another thing he can no longer control. He’s getting used to that feeling. Usually the nightmares wake him up, but not this time. He doesn’t know what did, the cottage seems to be quiet around him.

He had shown up on Remus’ doorstep a few days earlier, after he had followed Dumbledore’s orders to contact the old crowd to tell them about what Harry had seen. Remus had been surprised to see him, and Sirius still doesn’t know if it was for old friendship’s sake or just pity that made the other man open up his home.

Sirius looks around the sparse bedroom, the flimsy curtain that does little to keep out the sunlight. He keeps it closed at all times, but the room is still too bright, the sun is giving him a headache after the cold darkness of Azkaban. He mumbles a spell under his breath and he feels the magic coil inside of him, but the curtain barely moves.

There is a flare of something in his chest, anger or shame or frustration, he doesn’t know for sure. He used to be able to do wandless magic at the drop of a hat. Magic used to flow through him, pour out of him with no effort. Generations of powerful pureblood magic that responded to his every whim but now… now doing wandless magic is like pulling teeth. He needs his wand for the simplest spells, like a meek Muggle-born first-year who had never experienced true magic until they set foot inside Hogwarts.

He reaches for the wand on the bedside table, twirling it between his fingers before pointing it towards the window. He mumbles the incantation again and this time he feels it, the little tug of magic in his gut, the warmth at his fingertips as it flows through the wand. This time the curtain transforms into a heavier fabric, thicker, enough to block out some of the offending sunlight and he breathes a sigh of relief.

He had offered to stay on the sofa in the small living room downstairs since he didn’t sleep very well anyway, but Remus wouldn’t have it. Instead, he’d given up the cottage’s only bedroom for Sirius and taken the sofa for himself. It makes Sirius feel uncomfortable, knowing that he’s hogging the bed and the bedroom, especially as they are closing in on the full moon.

He will have to talk to Remus about it, he knows he can’t put it off for much longer. He drags himself out of bed, stretching before he starts to rummage around for something to wear. Not that he has a lot, only what Remus had loaned him when he had first shown up. 

Sirius had first insisted that he wouldn’t be able to wear it, he had always been broader and taller than Remus, but the other man had looked at him quietly and left the clothes on the bed for when Sirius was done with his shower.

Remus had been right, of course, that annoying habit of his hadn’t changed over the twelve years that Sirius had been away. Where Remus’ jumpers have always stretched tight over Sirius’ broad chest, they now hang loosely over his shoulders. He pulls the strings in Remus’ sweats tight so that they won’t fall down over his hips when he shuffles around the house.

He is grateful now that Remus doesn’t keep a lot of mirrors around. He would have covered them up if there were any in the bedroom, but luckily there aren’t. Sirius isn’t strong enough to face his own reflection more than absolutely necessary, it’s nothing but a painful reminder of the shadow of his former self that twelve years in Azkaban has reduced him into.

He can hear Remus move around downstairs and he knows he can’t hide away in the bedroom forever. He takes a deep breath as he stuffs his wand into his pocket, pushing the door open into the small hallway. He smells it almost immediately, Remus is cooking, and Sirius’ belly does a little rumble at the thought of food.

He slowly makes his way down the creaking stairs, stopping in the doorway leading into the kitchen. Remus is standing by the counter, his back against Sirius. He is slightly hunched over, the kitchen counter too low for him but for some reason, he hasn’t used magic to adjust it. It’s typical Remus, sometimes Sirius thinks he forgets he’s a wizard altogether.

There’s low music playing in the background, no doubt from their old record player that Remus had somehow managed to hold on to over the years. Most of the records were long gone, but Remus had told him that he had started to re-build his library. Sirius recognises the song that’s playing, but he can’t recall the name of the song or the band.

He's forgotten a lot of things, and the longer he spends outside in the real world, the more he realises it. It’s in the small things, an off-hand comment from Remus about something that happened when they were at school, a conversation they once had, something that Sirius had once claimed that he enjoyed doing or eating or drinking.

Sirius has forgotten most of it. He knows Remus can tell, even though the other man doesn’t comment on it. Sirius doesn’t want to talk about it either, there’s nothing to say about it anyway. Azkaban took a lot from him, the memories are only a small part of it all.

“Fucking hell– shit!”

The loud clatter and Remus’ voice are enough to yank Sirius out of his head, and he flinches at the sudden loud noise. The muscles in his back lock up, his heart makes a somersault in his chest, his pulse spiking as his first instinct is to transform into Padfoot. He can practically feel the ripple of the dog through him, but he manages to stop himself last second. He stares at Remus, eyes wide as he clings to his self-control.

“Shit,” Remus says again, and he looks a little frazzled as he bends down to pick up the pan he had dropped, setting it carefully on the kitchen counter. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you, I just didn’t see you standing there and then I turned around and– fuck. Are you alright?”

It takes a moment before Sirius can get his body to unlock, and he can see Remus’ worried gaze sweep over him. Some of the tension melts away at Sirius’ jerky half-nod though, and he manages a smile so weak that it barely reaches his eyes. Sirius feels his muscles relax though, and it’s not until then he realises he’s holding on to the doorframe tightly.

“Did you sleep okay?” Remus asks, which is ridiculous because they both know the answer to that already so Sirius doesn’t bother replying. It doesn’t seem as if Remus expects him to either, as he barely waits for Sirius to speak before he continues. “Want a cuppa?”

This doesn’t seem to require any sort of reply either, as Remus is already waving his wand towards the kettle which starts boiling immediately. Remus gestures towards the table by the window, and Sirius slowly lets go of the doorframe to straighten himself up.

He walks over to the table before sinking down on one of the rickety chairs, catching the cup of steaming hot tea that Remus sends floating in his direction with another flick of his wand. It’s strong and sweet, the way Sirius has always loved it. Remus always made the best tea; Sirius remembers that much.

“Thank you,” Sirius rasps, and then he clears his throat as Remus turns around to look at him. “For the tea, I mean.”

“You’re welcome,” Remus says, a slow smile spreading over his face and it lights up something behind his eyes.

Sirius feels his belly do a little swoop, like a faint pull of something long forgotten deep inside of him, but then Remus turns away again to return to what he’s doing. He’s working with his hands, Sirius can see, and he has realised over the past couple of days that Remus does that a lot.

Sirius doesn’t know if it’s because he learned to cook from his Muggle mother, or if Remus’ reluctance to use magic is something he picked up during the war. Sirius doesn’t remember, and that realisation settles heavily in his chest. He wants to ask, but he doesn’t want to admit that he doesn’t know the answer.

He watches as Remus puts a cabbage head into a pot of boiling water before checking on the other pot and humming to himself. He turns the oven on with a tap of his wand before summing an empty bowl, getting to work mixing something that looks like minced meat with spices.

Sirius doesn’t know a lot about cooking, he had never mastered it himself and during his childhood all cooking had been done by their wretched house-elf. Right now, he almost wishes he did know how to cook though; it looks relaxing, working with your hands like that. Sirius takes another sip from his tea. When Remus adds milk, cream, and boiled rice straight from the pot to the minced meat, however, he feels like he needs to ask.

“What… are you making?”

Continue on AO3.

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #lie low at lupin's #hp recipe rec fest #hprrf #harry potter recipe rec fest #my writing

[maladaptivewriting]

On scale from 1 to 10 how would you rate these ships and why:

James/Regulus/Barty/Evan

Lily/Barty/Evan

Narcissa/Lily

James/Regulus/Sirius/Remus

Bellatrix/Rita/Ms.Zabini (I don't think she had a name in canon, tell me if I'm wrong)

Draco/a dragon (you keep mentioning this one fic, you asked for it)

James/Barty

Lily/Pandora/Mary

Mary/Marlene/Dorcas

Lucius/Snape (this ship used to constantly haunt me a few years ago)

wow what a fun ask.

okay i want to preface this by saying that i’m not really into poly ships, but im going to make an exception for this and try to be fair.

1. james/regulus/barty/evan: 5/10

i could this happening like one time as a fun anniversary gift for one of the couples, but i could never see the four of them in an actual relationship.

2. lily/barty/evan: 7/10

i like this to the extent that it is far superior to jegulily which is absolutely despise. i can see barty and evan as people who might have a looser definition of relationships and jealous than james or regulus so rosekiller with lily could be really fun. lily seems soft enough to dull some of their edges. plus the fanart is hot

3. narcissa/lily: 9/10

there is a lot of potential here, especially for angst purposes, but i think this ship would work best in like a bdsm fic/setting. like narcissa is older than lily and she’s definitely the most put together of all the malfoys so i could see her domming lily and i love that for them.

4. james/regulus/sirius/remus: 7/10

putting aside the incest for a second. i could see this happening like once or twice. however i think regulus and sirius are both extremely possessive and jealous people, remus and james too but not to the same extent, so i dont think they would like to share. however i think the possessiveness could be hot depending on how it’s used.

5. bellatrix/rita/mrs. zabini: 3/10

the thing about mrs. zabini is that i just don’t think she likes being tied down and i can’t see her enjoying it with two partners. i like quillkiller but mrs. zabini throws a wrench in things.

6. draco/dragon: 9/10

i have read all the fics with this tag, however i think charlie/dragon works better. but the best option imo is like draco/dragon animagus. so like a drarry fic where harry is a dragon animagus? that would be 10/10

7. james/barty: 3/10

i feel indifferent to this ship, but i don’t think it would work out. one of my closest friends irl is so barty core and i think a james person would piss her the fuck off, they would never work

8. lily/pandora/mary: 6/10

i think there is potential here for something soft and sweet but i would only read this ship if one of them was evil and out to hurt the other two.

9. mary/marlene/dorcas: 1/10

i just cannot see marlene with mary like at all. i actually don’t even think these two would be friends post hogwarts based on their personalities. i think they would seriously annoy each other

10. lucius/snape: 8/10

again so much angst potential. i’ve read this ship a few times, it used to pop a lot as a background ship so i would often see it, and i feel like it can work but there has to be discussions about power dynamics here for it to read well. i prefer snape with a non-magical oc personally

you didn’t ask for full explanations but you’re getting them anyway

#asks #wolfstar #jegulus #sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #james potter #lily evans #lily x narcissa #narcissa malfoy #lucius malfoy #severus snape #drarry #draco malfoy #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #quillkiller #rosekiller #dorlene #marylily

[witchthewriter]

𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖋𝖔𝖗 @kaal-naagin.

Okay, so I did something a little different. I couldn't definitely decide so with you being demisexual, I thought this might be appropriate. If you were ever open to poly relationships, than these two would definitely want to be in one together - obviously with you - but if you aren't then don't worry about it lol

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐄𝐑𝐀

𝐹𝐸𝑀𝐴𝐿𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑈𝐿𝑇

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓! I think the two of you would be such a power couple. There was a lot of animosity between the two of you for many years. With Snape being in Slytherin, Lily automatically thought you were dabbling in whatever he was. But ... you never intentionlly hurt others.

You're more creative, intuitive than ambitious and determined. It kind of made you an outcast in the Slytherin House. But you perserved. And Lily, along with the Marauders - basically adopted you.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Her nicknames for you are always ones that try to make you laugh. Usually it's your last name, and then it turned into the jokey ones i.e., 'pumpkin,' 'ssweetums,' 'twinkle toes.'

Each other's 'Scary Dog Privlege.' Lily is rabid whenever someone even looks wrong in your way. Nothing and no one hurts her baby. Although it took a long way for her complete and true feelings to come out.

With Lily, you love exploring everything that magic has to offer. Not in the evil ways like Voldemort, but everything that magic has. It's fun, interesting, surprising. Once you accidentally turned Lily's hair bright blue and only faded after she drank pumpkin juice??

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Fairy Dance by James Newton Howard

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 

"Think they'll try us?" (Lily) x "Fuck I hope so." (You)

Soft for exactly one person (You) x Is that one person (Lily)

Looks Like A Jerk But Has A Heart Of Gold (You) x Looks Like A Cinnamon Roll But Is Also A Badass (Lily) 

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Enemies to Lovers // Intertwined Destinies

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐄𝐑𝐀

𝑀𝐴𝐿𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑈𝐿𝑇

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒖𝒔 𝑳𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒏 <3 Very sweet to you. Always very sweet to you. Even from the beginning. You two had sat next to each other in the Slytherin/Gryffindor classes every day. You both shared snarky comments about the Professor and the material.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Into the relationship, Remus always brings you flowers. All sorts, even ones that make him sneeze. He is so dedicated to you.

Incredibly goofy, really opens up around you. You see parts of him that not even the Marauders do. He feels as if he can lean on you for support, for a way ahead.

His nicknames for you are "Love," "Darling," they're only ever really sophisticated

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

A Steep But Beautiful Climb by Randy Edelman

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 

Head Over Heels In Love (Remus) x Why Does He Look ... Constipated? (You)

*Serious asf* (You) x *Absolute Gremlin* (Remus)

 Short & bossy (You) x Tall & follows them around (Remus)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Aquaintances to Standing Up For Him to Friends to Lovers

#witchthewriter #headcanons #match ups #pair ups #hp #harry potter ships #harry potter match ups #harry potter pair ups #marauders era #marauders era ships #marauders era pair ups

[headcanonandburn]

HP headcanons i found on reddit part 2

Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint end up on the same Quidditch team, get into a fight in the locker room when they find out they're on the same team, and then kiss because they actually have a shit ton of sexual tension.

The curse on the Defense position was anchored to Ravenclaw's Diadem.

Harry is Master of Death (when it fits).

Parselmouths have an affinity toward healing magic and that's why Voldemort is never seen using Parseltonue spells because he has no inclination toward healing.

Harry is still a Parselmouth after he dies.

Astronomy is mandatory for all students until fifth year because it is intermingled in almost all other pursuits of magic. Certain potions need to be brewed during this time of the year or this phase of the moon, certain ingredients (for both potions and herbology) are supposed to be gathered during a full moon or new moon, arithmancy takes into account star positions or whatever which helps with runes and spell creation, and all of this other shit that I don't feel like typing out.

Harry has rights to both the Slytherin and Gryffindor name. Gryffindor shares a lot of characteristics with Lily (the red hair and green eyes) and Harry conquered the last heir of Slytherin, making him the new heir of Slytherin via magic.

Luna isn't actually "loony" and the Quibbler is supposed to be read upside down with those glasses she's always wearing. The Quibbler spouts nonsense most of the time to hide the fact that they're actually publishing stories that contradict the government. Not necessarily my headcanon, but something I picked up after reading a fanfiction and full-heartedly agree with.

The Potters are technically a Most Ancient and Noble House but aren't a part of the Sacred 28 because their last name is a common Muggle name. They're descended from the Peverells, who were very powerful in their own right.

The Potters and Longbottoms have been allies for years.

Neville's Mum was Alice Smith, the last heir of Hufflepuff from a straight line, making Neville the heir to Hufflepuff. Hermione is from a Squib line from Dagworth-Granger and she is the heir to Ravenclaw. Harry is the heir to Slytherin or Gryffindor (or both) via his mum or dad (or both). Or Ron is the heir to Gryffindor (because he's a true Gryffindor in personality) and his brothers aren't the heir because all of the heirs must be in the same Hogwarts year because why the hell not?

Snape's hair is super greasy because of potions fumes.

Dean and Seamus are totally fucking. Same with Sirius and Remus.

Voldemort is batshit insane because he split his would numerous times until there was only a little sliver left. Bellatrix is insane because she's done a shit ton of Dark Arts and they corrupted her.

Wizards used to celebrate the "Old Ways" or Pagan holidays, but Dumbledore voted on pro-Muggleborns and he thought that it was rude to have Muggleborns accept non-Christian holidays so he removed the celebrations from Hogwarts, instead incorporating Christian holidays to make the Muggleborns "feel welcome" and having all of the "dark" families celebrate the holidays in their own time. Dumbledore tried to get Muggleborns and Purebloods to accept each other, but since he's not a politician, he went about it the wrong way. Instead of having them all accept one another, he said that purebloods must accept Muggleborns (by incorporating Muggle Studies and removing wizarding holidays) instead of teaching Muggleborns about the wizarding world. The result is that the Ministry now believes the Old Ways are dark but the rest of Europe celebrates pagan holidays and that's why there's the traditional Yule ball (that was celebrated before Dumbledore voted to remove pagan holidays after Grindlewald or Voldemort's first reign) instead of a Christmas ball.

Harry is not completely "light" because he is very good at Dark spells. Sectumsempra is a dark spell that he mastered on the first try.

Harry joins the Auror corp for a few years to find the rest of the Death Eaters before retiring to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

#luna lovegood headcanons #Neville Longbottom headcanon #lord voldemort #flintwood #deamus #hp headcanon #harry potter headcanon #potter family #Longbottom family #anti dumbledore

[jimblejamblewritings]

riddle means misery | part 7.

Summary: Y/N Riddle. Not much more has to be said. Everyone hates her. She’s evil... she has to be.

Warnings for the Series: 18+, this series is dark. Manipulation, dubcon verging on noncon, abuse of power, violence, ed mentions, death, blood

Pairing: Bill Weasley x black!reader (semi-slowburn)

Word Count: 3.7k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You stayed outside until your face felt frozen. Gently folding up the blanket, you walked back inside. Your room was the same as last time and your classroom looked as sterile as ever. You didn’t really know what you were supposed to be doing. House arrest came with no instructions. You figured you could work on all your potions research. There wasn’t really anything else you could do. You moved all your work from your room to your classroom to have proper separation. Every now and then people walked past your classroom to get to where they needed to go. 

They couldn’t help but stare at what you were doing. It started with you cleaning everything. Then you ripped all the curtains from the windows. You went to organize your journals on a shelf. And then sloshed several buckets of water into the classroom to clean the windows… the part you could reach. Even with your wand, you weren’t sure if the dementor effects had worn off. 

Wingdarium Leviosa was a spell you could do but you didn’t feel confident in it. Pausing your window cleaning, you moved to scratch a tally into the wood by the window. A knock on the threshold of the classroom door made you turn. Remus scratched the back of his head. 

“You missed lunch.” His words came out measured. “And dinner… The elves made you a plate.”

He set down the food on the nearest table before darting out the door. You took the plate with great care and walked back to your room since it was so late. While you missed lunch and dinner, you made sure to make it to breakfast in the morning. You stood in front of Severus’ spot with your journal, opening it to a specific page. 

“Where are your shoes?” Was the only thing Severus could ask. 

You looked down at your feet for a moment. They took all your stuff in Azkaban which included your shoes. You often forgot to put them on nowadays when getting ready in the morning. 

“We don’t get them in prison… I made improvements to the wolfsbane. Here, it should be more stable.” You carefully started to tear the page out of your journal. 

“You made the wolfsbane?” Remus asked. 

Nodding, you handed the page to Remus instead. You took a piece of toast and walked off. You were sitting at your desk and writing when you heard the door open. Looking up, you quickly gathered yourself when you saw Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, and Colin Creevey all sharing one desk despite the fact that it only sat two students. Ginny opened her schoolbooks. 

“I made them come with me. Flitwick’s class is very crowded anyway.” 

“You want me to teach you?” 

“Are you good at Charms?” 

“I do alright. I’m better at potions.” 

“Is it true you invented wolfsbane?” Luna asked. “Professor Lupin couldn’t stop talking about it.” 

“Are you really a squib?!” Colin Creevey blurted out. 

You nodded. The three of them listened with fascination as you explained the limits of your magic. You looked over at the clock on the wall. 

“You three should go back to Professor Flitwick. I can’t teach you charms practically.” 

Ginny shrugged. “We’ll go back tomorrow… Can you teach us how to make wolfsbane?”

With wide eyes, you nodded like a bobble-head and jumped up from where you were seated on top of your desk to get out a cauldron. Ginny, Luna, and Colin were your only students for the day but you felt something from them just showing up. You weren’t actually sure what the feeling was but it wasn’t sadness, fear, or anger so it must have been good. 

That feeling stayed with you through winter break when everyone left but you. They were all watching the trials at home but you weren’t. You didn’t see the need to. The strange not-bad feeling didn’t last forever. Voldemort was found guilty like you knew he would be. But that meant it was your turn. Mad-Eye Moody showed up to collect you for your trial. 

The Burrow was packed to capacity. The Weasleys imagined it was probably the same for every household. It wasn’t just because they were hosting everyone for Christmas. Christmas was almost forgotten because of the Riddle trial. Sure, the Voldemort trials had been interesting. The members of the Order had all been called in to testify on more than one occasion. But nothing was comparing to the buzz about Y/N’s case. So all of the Lupins’ friends and family were crowded in the living room, eyes focused on the television. 

You didn’t see anyone else as you walked back into the somewhat familiar courtroom. Amelia looked at where you were seated. She sighed heavily at noticing your eyes flit to every Auror in the room with lots of nervousness. It didn’t take much for her to be swayed to your favor. 

“Ms. Riddle, we are going to get started, okay? The entire Ministry has decided to assess the verdict based on long-term evidence. We will be starting from your arrival at Hogwarts. Your younger memories have already been witnessed through You-Know-Who’s trial. Do you understand?”

“I do.”

“Would you like to provide your own memories from pre-Hogwarts?”

You shook your head. 

“Then we’ll get started in a few minutes. Please prepare the pensieve. Yes, Ms. Riddle?”

“Is this being broadcasted?”

“Yes.”

“I-I— There are things kids shouldn’t see.” 

“N-Noted. A charm will be put on the pensieve to protect underage wizards from viewing certain memories no matter what they are watching on.”

You nodded and sat back in the chair. Amelia swallowed a lump in her throat. What could possibly be shown that would warrant prohibiting underage wizards from viewing parts of the trial? The pensieve was rolled out to be set up right next to you. A long trial meant that memories weren’t extracted one by one— the process would take too long. You were instructed to put your hand into the pensieve and simply close your eyes. It was cold and didn’t quite feel like liquid. Everyone waited for the beginning of your memories to be found: 

Eleven year old you was walking through Diagon Alley with Malfoy Senior and Lucius. Lucius was bored, having done everything before. You were excited, unaware of the troubles you were soon going to have. Aside from the Dark Arts lessons, you had a very happy childhood. Tom Riddle as a caring parent wasn’t something people expected but it was true. You were his only child and heir to the evil throne. He did everything with you if it was possible. Diagon Alley wasn’t one of those possibilities. He gave you a hug, some pocket money, and sent you on your way with the Malfoys. 

You stepped into Ollivanders. The old man sneered before quickly composing himself to greet you. You tried seven wands before finding the proper one. The day was a success. The last stop was the Magical Menagerie. Malfoy Senior browsed with Lucius for two owls— one for you and one because their family owl had just passed. You were preoccupied with the cats and a niffler. You held out your last galleon and the little thing snatched it out of your hands. It made you giggle. The niffler finally allowed you to scratch its head and pick it up. 

“Miss Riddle, let’s go,” Malfoy Senior said. “Here’s your owl.” 

You held up the niffler. “Can’t we get him instead of an owl?”

Lucius laughed. “How are you going to send letters? You can’t have two pets at Hogwarts.” 

“I’ll just use yours.”

“And when I graduate?”

“Then I won’t send any letters.” 

Malfoy Senior shook his head. “Your father requested this… And Nifflers aren’t on the pre-approved list of pets.” 

You sighed and set the creature back down. Taking the owl cage from Malfoy Senior, you waved goodbye to the niffler and left the pet shop. You didn’t stop thinking about the niffler until you got to school.

The entire student body was silent when McGonagall called your name. You had sat with Lucius and his friends on the train ride to the castle so no one knew you were there. You stepped up to the stool with a large hat on it. The Sorting Hat was already making comments about knowing exactly where to put you but fell silent the moment it was on your head. Your legs swung back and forth as you waited. Everyone’s jaw dropped when the Hat yelled out the word Gryffindor instead of Slytherin. You walked to your new table, noticing how everyone moved away from you. 

You expected the howler when you arrived at the owlery the next morning. But it wasn’t yelling. Your father’s cheery voice came through the letter. 

“Congratulations! I am so proud of you. Of course, not being Slytherin is a shock. The heir of Slytherin not in Slytherin, the joke writes itself. But Gryffindor is a proud house. An idiot house but a proud house. Brave and courageous. Values you’ll need to rule. I will write to you later, I have a surprise in the castle for you. Send your letters by your owl only.” 

You were a happy and healthy child the first month of Hogwarts. You didn’t have any friends on your own but Lucius had introduced the Death Eater posse to you and his own friends. The group of you were sitting in the stands of the quidditch pitch for the game. Your face scrunched up when they finally started sharing their views on muggleborns and muggles. Not wanting to be with them anymore, you stood up to leave saying you weren’t feeling well. You were about halfway out of the stands when a rogue bludger hit you in the back. Without any padding on, you hit the ground hard. The only thing you could hear before passing out was lots of laughter. 

That accident was the start of the bullying. You didn’t seem so scary after passing out from the bludger. At first it was just words under people’s breath and lots of laughter. Then, a fifth year Hufflepuff student’s older brother was killed by your father. You were running down all the stairs in the castle with the fifth year student right on your heels. 

“I’m gonna kill you, Riddle!” His shouts garnered attention from other students in their classes. 

You were dodging spells, not managing to miss the last spell which caused you to go flying down the stairs. You scrambled to get back to your feet before the staircase moved and you died by falling several feet. Lucius’ class was one of the classrooms that heard the noise and came out. He watched you jump to the next set of stairs before the staircase fully stopped and kept running. Lucius pulled out his wand. 

“Dueling a first year who doesn’t know any spells. That’s beneath you, isn’t it, Cromwell?” 

You didn’t see the duel. You ran all the way to the bathroom on the second floor. 

Because they were witnessing your memories, everyone from the Ministry to the people watching at home could understand the parseltongue you were speaking. They watched the bathroom sinks open and you darted inside, finally able to take a breath. You turned to look at where you were. 

“Woah,” you whispered as you kept walking. 

Your father’s letter could only explain so much. The Chamber of Secrets was massive. You briefly froze up when you heard the slithering of a very large snake. You didn’t know how big a basilisk was but the sound indicated it was massive. You were right. A snake larger than you could have imagined looked you in the eyes. You could have walked right into its mouth and there would still be space. The snake stopped about two feet in front of you. Bound by the bloodline of the wizard that hatched the basilisk egg, all relatives could look their family’s basilisk in the eye without meeting death. 

“You’re my new master? It hasn’t been a girl for three generations. I liked the last woman, she always brought fish.” 

“I’ll bring you fish.”

The snake nodded. “I think I will like you, Little Slytherin.” 

You left with a promise to come back eventually. You sat on the grass in one of the courtyards, looking at your textbook. 

“Wingardium Leviosa.” You watched the crow feather float up. 

With a smile, you made a check mark near the spell name on your scroll. Putting the crow feather back in your bag, you moved onto the next one. 

“Lumos… Lumos!” The wand lit up. 

“Perfect. Nox… Nox, Nox!” Nothing. “Nox.” 

The light was still on your wand. You shook your wand as hard as possible until the light went out from the force alone. Picking up your quill, you made an ‘X’ by Nox. You were trying to figure out which spells you could and couldn’t do as a squib. At least you could do Lumos. That was arguably more important than Nox.

You were about to go to the next spell when you were knocked into the tree you were sitting against. Vines wrapped around your body. You watched a group of students walk towards you. Jinxes and hexes were thrown left and right. You had stopped screaming for help by the time they walked away. You just sat there feeling defeated. 

James Potter walked into the courtyard and you sprung to life again asking for help. James came closer, laughing at the vines still wrapped around you. He crouched down and rifled through your school bag. James looked around to see his wand by his foot. 

“You can’t get out?” 

“No, please help me.” 

A chuckle came from the boy in front of you. “That’s tough. I like this bag, you can keep all your stuff.” 

James dumped all your stuff out of your bag and walked off. A glimmer of hope ran through you when he came back. He kicked your wand towards you and left again. You could hear him say how pathetic you were as he walked away for good this time.

The Ministry wasn’t sure why they had any hope that the memories would get better as the years went on. Guilt ran through them. You were just a kid. Whatever they had said or thought was very different when they saw a tiny eleven year old you. But the memories never improved. They got worse and worse as you got older. You hid in the Dark Forest a lot. Life had to be bad if a child found the Dark Forest more comforting. The Ministry did have interest in your brief happy moments of potions research. Everyone gasped at watching you sit up straight after almost being smothered by a pillow. 

McGonagall cast her eyes down before going into the Burrow’s kitchen to get a drink. She didn’t believe you when you had shown up at her door that night. She remembered that she was so disgusted by your presence that she honestly didn’t pay attention to what you said. You could’ve said you pushed someone out a tower and she still would’ve sent you back to your room because she was determined to not listen. 

Amelia Bones got the unfortunate answer to what memories would possibly need an enchantment on them to prevent underage wizards from seeing them when you walked into Three Broomsticks. The Marauders felt their chests get heavy as they watched the four of them take you from behind. James sniffled, blowing his nose into a tissue. 

“That was her first time. We made that her first time.” 

The children of the Burrow couldn’t see what was happening on the tv screen but some of them— mainly the ones around Fred and George’s age— could understand what was happening based on James’ words. It became more apparent when the tv screen was made visible to them again and you were in pajamas in the bathroom, crying about what just happened. That was how the rest of the trial looked for the kids— the tv constantly becoming blurry and then visible and back to blurred. 

Remus squirmed in his seat at watching himself shove your head to the floor as he fucked you all because he was angry you had any inkling about him being a werewolf. He had just watched the memory before where you were nice enough to apply the wiggenweld paste on his cuts because he was too tired to do it himself. He looked like the monster he tried so hard not to be viewed as. 

They watched you and Avery in a classroom where you weren’t having sex but where he was jinxing you to no end. They started to assume they got everything wrong when they watched the memory of James tying you up in Peter’s bed instead of the Room of Requirement like was previously established. Of course they couldn’t see it in your memories but Sirius remembered sending Avery into the room to get his notes that day. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that the next day you were in a broom closet with him. 

Remus put his hand on his husband’s knee to stop Sirius from bouncing his leg so hard. He was struggling more than everyone else to watch what was happening. Sirius couldn’t believe his own actions. He had no excuse, not after what he had been through with his own family. He should’ve known better than anyone else. 

“We threw her out as a punishment for being assaulted.”

Everyone was uncomfortable at seeing the room you made in the Chamber of Secrets. Was your stuff still down there? You didn’t take any of it with you when you left for America. They watched you switch houses a lot. 

They looked on in horror at seeing the inside of Azkaban for the first time. Even with his brief career as an Auror, James had never been put on duty at Azkaban. It was uncomfortably dark. There was no bed, no chair, no blanket. Nothing. You scrambled up against the bars, clutching them with all your might as you screamed for someone to let you out.  

You broke off a bit of the charcoal tray that your food came on and hid it in the corner of your room. A shaky hand made a tally mark. It had been a year. You ran out of charcoal to mark your tallys yesterday and had to wait until morning when they brought breakfast. 

You only got a shitty breakfast for the entire day, and that was how you knew. Like you had been doing after every breakfast since arriving at the prison, you screamed that you were innocent and for someone to let you out. Heavy boots entered your field of vision. You shuffled back a bit at seeing the red uniform of the Aurors. 

“Will you shut up?” An Auror said as she pulled out her wand. “All that fucking screaming does my head in.” 

You immediately got quiet, staring at the wand. The screaming turned into babbles as they mocked you. They asked you what you wanted just for the fun of mocking you some more because obviously you weren’t going to be let out like you begged. You started coughing from all the screaming and yelling. 

“Can I have water?” you wheezed out. 

“Hmm, it’s not bedtime yet. Why would we bend the rules for you?” 

“Please.” 

“I suppose we could give you some… If you do a little something for me in return.” 

He grabbed your hair through the bars as he unzipped his pants. They came back with water. The Auror poured out half the cup onto the floor before handing you the rest of it. She grabbed your face through the bars when you finished the cup. 

“You can get a lot around here if you know how to ask. Understand that?” 

A new and rather vicious cycle started. The Aurors only ever gave you a fraction of what you asked for. But you got more than one shower a week, extra mush for breakfast and sometimes a dinner, and some water.     

Christmas came around and some Aurors personally delivered your tray. Your eyes went wide when Christmas breakfast of mush came with a roll of brown bread. Water was accompanied with another cup that held butterbeer. Like a feral animal, you scrambled to grab the bread and butterbeer in case it had been a mistake and they didn’t mean to serve it. 

Everyone at home watched in horror as you drank the butterbeer so fast that they thought you would choke while the Aurors were laughing. You cried as you ripped off chunks of the bread and ate it, chewing the same piece until it was void of all flavor and you were forced to swallow it. The Aurors opened your cell. 

“Alright, Riddle, you know the deal. Take off the robe.” 

Most Order members couldn’t look anymore. Every Christmas in Azkaban was like that. An extra bit of bread and butterbeer. Your Azkaban memories were all the same yet different, just like how your days in prison blended. Seven years of memories of you tallying walls, crying, screaming you were innocent, walking around the cell and talking to imaginary people followed by more crying when a sudden consciousness that they weren’t actually there seemed to hit you. 

Seven years of memories of you being fed on by dementors, getting used by Aurors, and scratching at the Dark Mark on your arm until it bled. But the scariest had been the final years. In one of the memories, they watched you tell the imaginary Order and the imaginary Marauders that you knew what they thought of you. You knew they hated you.

“I’ll show you,” you whispered to no one. “I’ll show you I’m not bad. I’m not…”  

After that, you only spoke to ask for things. You only cried when you begged the dementors to not feed on you that day. You simply marked tallies after each delivery of breakfast and then sat in the corner of your room until your limbs were stiff and you would pace once to stretch them out before sitting back in the corner. A shell of a person was what you had become.

(part 8)

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[demonbanisher]

So I’m gonna do a scary thing and share a poem I wrote that I just read at a show tonight. I’ve had some internal struggles with my place in fandom over the past while, which flairs up when JKR decides to be awful again. As a result, I sometimes feel guilty for existing in this spaces especially as a trans person who is new to their identity and figuring shit out. So I wrote a poem about it and I thought I would share it here in case anyone is feeling the same way. A huge shoutout to @fuckboyregulus for being willing to read it over for me before my show. Definitely gave me that last boost of confidence I needed. TW for JKR and mentions of her TERFness So without further ado, here she is...

A Lesson in Trans-figuration

I see another post that says if you still read, support, or are involved in anything Harry Potter related you’re a transphobe

And I feel that knife twist inside the parts of me that are still learning their name

My transness is still being born, is still an ugly duckling finding its way into a swan

My grip on my identity, on my place in this community is slippery enough and with those words… I fall

Now, when I say I never liked these books to begin with it sounds like a lie

Like I’m trying to justify causing harm to those I hold dear

But it shouldn’t matter, but it does matter, but I’m trying to make it not matter because my Hogwarts was never these 4100 pages

I found my Hogwarts in tumblr posts where Harry goes to therapy and George can’t look at himself in the mirror, and Remus’s scars aren’t just from lycanthropy

I found my Hogwarts in fanart of Sirius Black with top surgery scars that made me yearn for something I didn’t have a name for yet

I found my Hogwarts in the act of creation and Joanne is the boggart in the fucking closet

Is the only witch we need to burn

Joanne has forgotten that magic is the art of possibility

That fantasy is a world of discovery

Is construction

Is deconstruction

Is ripping the world apart and building it anew

Joanne calls women magic, but only the ones who were born with vaginas

Joanne turns magic into a cage and its iron burns my fae fingers

So sit your ass down and shut the fuck up and let me give you a lesson in trans-figuration

In the morning I wake up, breath my gender into my lungs

The dresser, the wardrobe, the vanity, the mirror are all part of this operation of invention

In allowing me to explore a rainbow-coloured spectrum of possibility

The way that I feel when I put my binder on is magic

Every time someone remembers to actually switch up my pronouns is magic

That I have the power to turn my body into the one I want it to be is magic

Icing the genderqueer flag onto the pride cookies we’re making is magic

My friend’s voice cracking for the first time on testosterone is magic

Gender envy sparking through my veins like a drug is magic

The feeling of chipped black nail polish on my fingernails is magic

The way I feel when he says I’ll love you no matter what gender you are is magic

Neopronouns are magic

Having queer friends is magic

And this world that you’ve created isn’t yours anymore it’s mine

My Hogwarts doesn’t have gender divided dorms

My Hogwarts knows where you belong before you do

My Hogwarts is getting magical HRT and learning body glamours to help with dysphoria

My Hogwarts is not witches and wizards but wixen

My Hogwarts is a letter arriving with the name your parents refuse to say

My Hogwarts is choosing who you want to be the way the wand chooses the wizard

My Hogwarts is looking into the mirror of Erised and finally having a name for the thing you feel inside, is whispering to yourself “it isn’t all in my head” as you see the true you reflected back for the first time

When I say trans is beautiful what I mean is have you ever held the grape before tasting the wine?

Have you ever held the baby calf before drinking of her milk?

Have you ever caressed the blank paper before it held a story?

As a child, did you ever sit in front of the oven just to watch the bread rise?

Or taste the sap when it dripped fresh from the tree, sour and tart?

Do you know the beauty in creation?

The magic act of turning a bouquet of flowers into a dove?

I am a writer, not just of stories, but of the truth of my own body

This world already struggles to find room for me in its pages

If I’m going to create a world, I’m going to create one with enough empty spaces for my gender to run free

And Joanne, it wasn’t your one size fits all world that I fell in love with

It was the possibility of what that world could be

My Hogwarts is a community of fanfiction writers and artists who are building a new castle that everyone calls home

Is the knowledge that splinters under my skin means that I’m doing something right

That I’m getting there

That one day I will get there

And it won’t be because of you, it will all be because of me

“Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love.”

I do pity you Joanne

I pity the feeling of an imagination with limitations

I pity you for all the amazing, wonderful, magical trans people you will never deserve to meet

I pity you for creating something that could have been so beautiful only to make it mean

I’m not going to call you she-who-must-not-be named anymore

Cause the whole world should know who you are Joanne

They should know the person you’ve chosen to become

In my Hogwarts I choose to conjure up possibility until I feel recognition in my bones

I refuse to become the villain your Hogwarts tried to make of me

You’re a worse villain than any one I write could ever be

#harry potter #fuck jkr #trans harry potter #trans #poetry #my writing #marauders

[wolfprincesszola]

The Fate of the Marked Six Chapter 9

still busy asf to the point where these updates may be later on in the day but enjoy <3. as always, reblogs and likes are appreciated! ——————– Summary: Virgil moves into a new town and meets Roman, a ghost that he promises to help in finding the unfinished business needed to pass over. However, Roman's past seemed to be deeply muddled with trouble, an uncurable disease that has started to affect a classmate, and a certain tight-lipped valedictorian. Friendships are made and Virgil finds himself thrown into a situation far more complicated and twisted than he signed up. Hopefully, with the help of his new five friends, he can find a way to bring peace to the town once and for all.

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Content Warning: Swearing

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Chapter 09

Patton was sitting on his couch with Logan.How did the two get there? He didn’t know.

They were watching a movie. What movie? He couldn’t tell you because he was too focused by Logan leaning his head against his chest. He had his arm around him. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest, almost praying that Logan couldn’t hear it. What was happening? Why was he so comfortable with him? Why was he so nervous around him?

The movie said something that was almost incomprehensible if it wasn’t for the iconic line that was said. “Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”

Patton looked down at Logan, who at the same time, looked up at Patton. Then, Logan smiled. Not the smile he often gave to Patton when he was annoyed or tired. Not the smile he faked for professions in front of others. It was a genuine smile that he had never seen his do. It was a smile that caused his eyes to crinkle at the side and a smile that showed his teeth. Logan's laughter rang in Patton's ears and Patton was addicted to the sound. Although it was the first time he heard it, he promised himself he would make it his life goal to hear it every chance he got.

His heart skipped as soon as he saw the smile, but what really got him was the look in Logan's eyes. He had never seen Logan look at someone like that before. Logan looked at Patton with pure love, as if he would never love anyone else the way he did Patton.

Then, Patton sat up in bed. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, he groaned, staring at his bed. It was just a dream. That was all it was going to be, and he waved it off. Whatever that was, it was weird, and something that would never come true. He didn’t even like Logan like that.

-+=~=+-

"Hi Remus!" Patton smiled, seeing Remus approach Virgil and him.

"Hey, Patton. Still got that bitch up your asshole?"

Patton let confusion roam his face, "I don't have a dog up my butthole..."

"No, he's talking about Logan." Virgil sighed, rubbing his temples, "Remus, Patton's too innocent to get that type of joke."

"I'll just keep making jokes until they stick." Remus grinned as the three started walking to their first period, which they all had together.

“Uh huh.” Virgil drawled out, “Did you guys do the math homework?”

“Not at all.” Remus snorted, “That’s what first period is for. To do the math homework.”

“I did.” Patton offered, “Just not well. I don’t know what I was thinking when I did it because I calculated 2 + 2 to be 27.”

“Oh jeez, I’m stuck with the dumb people--no offense, Pat. I’m going to go ask Janus.” Virgil moved towards the boy, leaving Remus and Patton to be alone in the hallways together.

Patton hesitated on the topic of Remus, as he had known something was going on behind the scenes. Still, he asked, hoping that for once, Remus wouldn't say anything inappropriate.

“How are you doing?” Patton asked Remus, “You seem…on edge recently.”

"I'm fine! In fact, I thought the other day about how Woody should've said there was a snake up his butthole because that would've been funnier."

Yep. That was on Patton for assuming Remus was going to be serious.

"Really?"

Then, the facade crumbled from Remus' face and Patton saw a side of the boy he had never seen before. This side of Remus seemed more vulnerable, more honest. "Honestly? I haven't been feeling too great. I’ve been hearing some things that I don’t know if they are real or fake. No one has any clear answers, and I feel like if I tell anyone that doesn’t have powers, they’ll just think I’m insane.”

"Oh, Remus. The people you surround yourself with love you. There's nothing you could say to make your friends think you're insane. I mean I already think it's insane that I live in a world where everyone has powers except for a select few. I think you're already insane for half the stuff you say, but I'm not going anywhere."

Remus was surprised by that answer by the sheer mouth agape he had. He pushed his mouth to close before he let himself catch up to Patton, "Record scratch? Patton admits he thinks I'm insane."

"Of course in a good way!" Patton tried to correct himself, "I think it's crazy that you have powers overall!"

“You…know I have powers?” Remus asked.

“Why, of course! I told you that I know when others have powers already." Patton giggled, “You just gotta know what you look for in the auras of magic people, and then you know when someone doesn’t or has powers.”

"Then doesn't that mean that you have magic?"

"Don't be silly. I haven't shown any signs of it."

"Logan told me that only magic users know when other users have magic.”

Patton thought about it before shrugging, "I don't know, kiddo. I know Logan's so smart and everything, but I think I would know if I had magic. I mean look at me. I don’t have anything magic in me.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, but waved it off, deciding he would tell Patton what else has been bothering him. “Apparently, there’s a ghost that’s following me around.”

“Oh? Is it the ghost that’s Virgil’s friend?” Patton raised an eyebrow.

“You know he’s a medium?”

“I mean, it was pretty obvious.”

Remus scoffed, “Moving on, it’s not Virgil’s friend, but…I’m just on edge. I don’t know what to do and how to help myself.”

“Ah, I see.” Patton sighed, staring at Remus, “I think, right now, you’re stressing yourself too much.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. You’re saying that Virgil’s handling it?”

“Yeah.”

“Then trust him.” Patton gave Remus a small smile right as the warning bell rang, “Now come on, let’s go to class before we’re late.”

-+=~=+-

Patton walked into his 3rd period, only to be met with the sweet smell of hot chocolate and marshmallows.

“Welcome, welcome! Take your seats!” His teacher yelled at the front of the class, with a lot of mugs of hot chocolate at the front.

“That smells so good.” Janus groaned, “I really hope he gives us the mugs. I’d love one.”

“Me too.” Patton murmured as he sat down at the table he shared with Janus.

He sat down, staring at the hot chocolate.

All of a sudden, Logan walked through the door, a timid smile on his face. The feelings he felt after the dream he had during the weekend rushed back to him, as he remembered every detail he dreamed of. His heart dropped as he stared at Logan.

Shit.

“Hey, Mr. Lonesins, did you still want me to drop off the boxes over here?”

“Oh yes, Logan, thank you so much.”

Logan nodded, “It’s my pleasure.”

Before he could leave to grab the boxes though, Patton called Logan over, “Sanders!”

Logan looked towards the sound of his voice, walking over, “What do you want, Morris? I can’t physically give you another hour of detention, when you have yet to make up the last 20.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you had a third period.”

“Unlike you, I arrive at my third period early. I TA, and since I had no work, he said I should come over here to help.” Logan rolled his eyes, “Now focus on the class and maybe if you’re good, I’ll give you extra marshmallows.”

“You're my favorite person, Lo.” Patton gasped in excitement, brushing the flush on his face as just redness from the cold when Logan left.

“You’re being weird today.” Janus remarked, but said nothing else. Patton was glad that he didn’t bring anything else up when Patton didn't even know what was going on.

The entire class period, he found himself blushing at the sight of Logan, and had to look away every time he made eye contact with him.

At the end of the lesson, Patton found oddly messy notes, unlike what he usually took. Logan came by at the end of the class period to help pass out the mugs, and after he finished, he asked who wanted extra marshmallows, immediately everyone raised their hands, and Logan went over to Patton first.

“Since you were good.” Logan remarked, giving him three extra ones before passing the other ones out, only giving them two.

“You’re special.” Janus smirked at him.

Oh stars, he really hoped he wasn’t.

-+=~=+-

“So…you’ve been weird. What’s going on?” Virgil asked, on their walk towards the cafeteria. Having Janus and Remus always be there early to get his lunch meant that he could always wait for Patton who was in the classroom right across from him.

“What do you mean?”

“Janus has noticed it too. He told me you were being super smiley today, and not annoying Logan as much as you normally do.”

Patton flushed, “Okay, maybe I just think that he could use a break from me bugging him.”

“But you’re Patton Morris, the infamous class clown.”

“Infamous?”

“Infamous, in Logan’s view. Famous for everyone else.”

“Ah. Makes sense….I don’t know. I think it was that I had a talk with him, and a part of me felt bad that he knew so much about me, but I don’t know anything about him.”

“It’s okay. I don’t think anyone knows a lot about him….but honestly? I think you’re lying to me, and even yourself. Are you sure there’s no other underlying reason?”

“No.” Patton was fast to assert it.

“Wow, feisty today.” Virgil remarked, “Come on, even if you can’t trust anyone, don’t you think it’d be nice to get it off your chest?”

Patton sighed before snapping, an idea coming to fruition, “You know what I can do? Tell your ghost friend, Roman.”

It was a good idea. It would give Patton a chance to let it off his chest, but not to tell someone that knew him personally.

“What?” Virgil raised an eyebrow, “You can’t even see him. You wouldn’t even know if he’s here right now.”

“The problem is the thing that’s haunting my thoughts right now is the thing I can’t tell people who know anyone in this high school. Your friend doesn’t.” Patton spoke, hoping that Virgil might believe him. Patton wouldn't even know how to start talking about his issue even if he could talk to Virgil about it.

Was he falling in love with Logan after just one dream? Was love too strong of a word? What was Logan to Patton?

It made his brain hurt.

Virgil sighed, “Fine, I’ll set up a meeting…as long as you tell me all you got on Roman, because I remembered you promising me that you’d find resources on who he might be.”

“Yeah, so good news and bad news.”

“What?”

“No one shows up with the whole Roman 'died a few months ago’ and ‘has a brother’ Sanders, but interesting enough, there’s no results of him dying a few months ago. There were more than 10 Roman Sanders who had a brother, but I didn’t want to look through all their information. Then, I remembered who else’s last name is Sanders and had a brother, and started working backwards from him.”

“Logan? I thought of him too, but it just doesn’t make sense. He doesn’t talk about his brother, but Logan's brother is 4 years older and Logan talks about him like he didn’t die. Besides, he's adopted or something.” Virgil remarked. "I learned about it through context clues."

Patton seemed to come to a revelation, “He’s adopted!”

It caused everyone else to look at him weirdly, and Virgil pulled his hood over his face in embarrassment from the attention.

“Yeah, so I look at our one and only Logan, and find out that in his family, he has had a brother named Roman Sanders. Roman died almost 4 years ago, and he died when he was 17, a few months before he was supposed to graduate with a high school diploma at this school. He was the valedictorian, but just a few months ago, an exhibit at the art museum was dedicated to him as an exhibit. A statue in the park was built for him months after he died. Then, I go back to the Roman Sanders, instead only checking the Romans who died in the past ten years, and jackpot, I find only 3. Only two of them have brothers, and only one of them died at a young age, as I’m assuming you aren’t really talking about an 80-year-old. That one Roman is the boy that stands at the legacy of this school with the personality of a sun.” Patton grinned triumphantly.

“So what you’re saying is that we’re dealing with having to talk to the most difficult person to open up and talk about his brother, who he forbade us from talking about?”

“Well…when you say it like that-“

“That’s what I thought. We’re going to have a bit more trouble then.” Virgil gave a sharp inhale.

“Sorry, kiddo. That's all I can do.” Patton shrugged.

“No, it’s okay. Thank you for finding all this out anyways.” Virgil sighed.

Patton nodded, as they walked into the cafeteria, “Listen, I’ll try to weasel as much information out of our valedictorian as much as possible.”

“Uh huh, good luck with that.”

-+=~=+-

Patton was sitting at the lunch tables after school when a composition notebook hit the back of his head hard. It made a sound and he let out an audible “OW!” despite not being hurt in the slightest.

He turned towards the person who hit him only for them to walk over to the front of him, slamming the composition notebook down.

“Stop being weird.”

Patton blinked, still rubbing the back of his head as he looked at the person. It was Logan and he didn’t look too amused with him.

“Sorry?”

“Stop being weird.” Logan repeated again, sitting on the other side of the table from him.

Patton looked at the composition book to see at the top it said “Patton Morris” in Logan’s neat handwriting.

“How am I being weird? You're the one that hit me in the head with a notebook, Logan! What is this?”

Logan huffed, flipping open the book to a page that was clearly the most referenced page. At the top, it was labeled “Statistics” and Patton scanned through the rest of the information quickly.

Logan pointed to a couple of the lines, “You, on average, pass by me 12 times a day. You, on average, call out my name upon passing me 9 times a day. You, on average, have 19 interactions with me. You, on average, manage to annoy me 5 of the interactions we have. Even on good days, you bring those numbers to 12, 20, 9, and 3.”

“Okay?” Patton raised an eyebrow.

“Today, you have passed by me 15 times, and have called my name once. Even in the three interactions we’ve had today, you haven’t even spoken a word about what you normally would annoy me about.”

“Do you miss it? I mean I can-”

“No. It’s not the same when you try to annoy me because you think you’re acting weird. It’s never been the same!” Logan huffed, flipping to another page, that clearly tracked all the days he was being off and the reason why.

“Why do you care?” Patton snorted, “I thought you hated me annoying you.”

“I do! That’s what doesn’t make sense.” Logan groaned, standing up and starting to pace around, “Every fiber of my being despises you with a passion. I get so mad when I think of everything you do, and how you always are making me clean up your messes. I think I’m done with everything you do, and yet I can’t shake the feeling that maybe you’re not so bad! You do things like staying to help me clean up my mess, and yell at the hallways to stop talking shit about people they don’t know, and you genuinely respect me, which is something I don’t get from most parents, adults, and students. It frustrates me that you make me feel this way, that I hate you, but I also am the furthest thing from an enemy. Just…tell me what’s going on, so I can just mark it off as another weird day, and then I won’t have to stay awake at night, wondering what I did wrong or what happened with your life, so I can just pretend like things are okay.”

“Lo-” Patton began before Logan interrupted him again, going to sit down to interrogate him.

“Is this because you don’t know anything about me? Is it because I don’t open up about my brother? Is this because of my parents? What is it?”

Patton stared as he watched the boy freak out about the idea of not having Patton talk to him for a day, and a part of Patton got closure of where he stood with Logan. He just let out a laugh.

“What?” Logan stopped his ranting to stare at Patton.

“You’re kinda obsessed with me, aren’t you?”

Logan made a face, scowling, “What are you talking about?”

“Normal people don’t have composition books marking everything I’ve ever done to you.”

“Oh, don’t think you’re so special. I have folders on everyone I’ve interacted with in the school too.” Logan crossed his arms.

“Normal people don’t have that either.” Patton chuckled endearingly. “Normal people also don’t get driven crazy by someone not talking to them, or not annoying them.”

“I’ve always been told I’m not normal.” Logan mumbled, looking away.

“You’re being a little too obsessive right now. I’m fine.” Patton smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder, “I’m just trying a different method of being your friend right now, and it seems like it’s driving you crazy, so maybe I’ll go back.”

“No, no, I kinda like this better.” Logan shook his head, “It’s just that….you really helped me out through my toughest times. I hated how annoying you kept being, but that sense of familiarity really helped me during a time of change where everything around me shifted. I don’t think I’m ready to let go of the only thing keeping me sane yet, and I guess I’m scared that you’re going to stop being my frenemy.”

“I won’t ever stop.” Patton promised him.

“Thank you.” Logan gave a weak smile.

“So…was that your first time being vulnerable and not robotic?"

“It’s so hard.” Logan groaned, slumping in the picnic tables, “My obsessive thinking kept my mind running all day, and it’s tiring.”

“Awe, I was in your mind all day.” Patton teased.

“Shut it, Morris.”

Patton looked at Logan, who seemed almost relieved that Patton was talking to him again. Patton hesitated with his next words, making sure to think about them carefully.

“...you mentioned your brother, but you never like to talk about him. What happened?”

Logan’s face shifted to a melancholic expression, “...he died four years ago, and I have yet to forgive myself for letting him die.”

“Oh come on, you couldn’t have known that he would’ve died.”

“But I did.” Logan sat up, “I have the powers of precognition and months before he died, I kept having the same recurring nightmare of him driving and being hit by a drunk driver. Even an hour beforehand, I had the nightmare, and I told my parents, but they just waved it off. I don’t think my parents looked so angry after they found out my brother died.”

“Oh, Logan...you were what? 13 years old at the time? You couldn’t have possibly been asked to understand at that young age what it felt like to lose someone, who I’m guessing was really important to you.”

“He was so important to me.” Logan murmured, “I remember I spent the following two years after he died just trying to do everything I could towards safe driving, and donating all of his stuff. He said he wanted to make a difference in the world, so…I tried to make his wishes come true.”

“Have you ever tried to contact him through a medium?”

“I researched everything there was to be about ghosts, but I knew that a medium couldn’t do much if he wasn’t a ghost near this area. Most mediums are people who can see the ghosts around them. Besides, when he died, he and I were in a fight. I doubt that even if I wanted to find my brother, he would want the same.” Logan’s eyes portrayed a sense of hurt and regret that he had been clearly holding in for a long time, “I just…wish I had more time with him. I was adopted when I was 6. I wasn’t close with him until I was 8. I barely even got 5 years with him.”

Patton saw tears prick the edges of Logan's eyes for the first time and he was left speechless without words. Still, he forced something out, his voice hoarse, "I'm sorry."

“He’s the reason I’m the valedictorian now. I thought that maybe, I could fill the hole in my parents’ hearts. I thought maybe I’d get to know him more if I became the valedictorian. Except I don’t. Now, all I feel is emptiness. I feel more disconnected with him now than before. I stopped feeling sad or angry or anything really. for my brother and for my life"

“What would you give to see him again? Just at least once.”

“Everything.” Logan whispered and Patton knew what he had to do.

Logan stood up, grabbing the composition notebook, sighing, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Patton. Promise me you won’t be weird?”

“I’ll try my best.” Patton remarked.

Logan was cute, maybe even handsome. He was smart, and funny. he was genuine to Patton, and even when he was vulnerable, Logan still trusted Patton with all the information he normally wouldn’t trust anyone with. Although Logan was obsessive with his actions, maybe Patton could look past it. However, until he found out what he really felt with Logan (whether the dream awoke the hidden crush or the dream instigated the crush), he was fine with learning to be kinder to the boy who had been nothing but kind to him all these years. ——————– Logicality at its finest everyone <3. i feel like this is the closest these characters are going to get to canon because Logan's not really emotional but he's smart enough to know the patterns of everyone while Patton's emotional, but he really knows how to dodge feeling those difficult feelings. Hope you guys enjoy and I promise you that things will continue to go in a direction you probably wouldn't have expected them to go~

If you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging! Reblogging helps me a lot and are very appreciated. Check out my masterlist for more, feel free to request any writings, and stick around if you want to see the rest of what I have in store for this! :)

#aw patton liking logan is so <3 #logicality ftw #logan x patton #ts remus #ts virgil #ts patton #ts logan #cw swearing #high school au #sanders sides #the fate of the marked six #chapter 9 #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #magic au #remus has magic sharing powers #logan has precognition??? crazyyyy fr #patton has powers too allegedly? crazy #medium virgil

[atlasdoe]

I've been thinking a lot about the Voldemort wins/marauders separated au and i have some thoughts that i need to share

SO the main characters would be James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Lily and Mary

Sirius, Remus and Mary would already be in a relationship when the fic begins

I'm thinking that maybe they just graduated???

So they all get captured by Death Eaters and are separated depending on their blood status. While they were on the run they made a pact that if they ever got caught then they'd do whatever it takes to survive and make it back to each other

Sirius, James and Peter become Death Eaters

Remus gets sent to Greyback and becomes a member of his pack

Mary gets sent to Azkaban for stealing magic

And Lily is forced to marry Snape (i reckoned that if Voldy was willing to spare Lily just because Snape asked him to then he'd let her avoid Azkaban to like marry him instead)

The majority of the fic is going to be them all trying to get back to each other while fighting all of the brainwashing shit that would go on

In terms of ships

I'm thinking of Peter with a Death Eater also. My mind is going for Juliette Wilkes

Idk what i'm doing with James or Lily yet

And then ofc Sirius, Mary and Remus

I'm going to make someone else a werewolf tho idk who yet. maybe not a werewolf, maybe like a different "half-breed" creature. Maybe somone like Emmeline Vance or Amelia Bones or Florence Greengrass. Maybe more then one, just to avoid me having to make ocs for the werewolves.

Mary is going to have a cell next to Dahlia Fleur Peri, Lucinda Talkalot and Alexander Stebbins and somehow them and a bunch of other muggleborns that im going to pull out of my arse are going to escape Azkaban

Lily would be living with Snape and while she's there she'll meet Pandora (who is like a prisoner kinda but being used for her power. she has something going on i just don't know what yet) and Charity (she's someone else who Snape convinced Voldemort to let go. Charity is supposed to be Snapes assistant but he just lets her do whatever she wants cause they're buddies) Lily is basically trying to escape where she is while also finding out how to help her friends

As for Sirius, James and Peter i don't really know much about what they could be doing other than just Death Eater shit. Maybe Voldemort would use Sirius in particular as like this leader/spokesperson since he was so rebellious beforehand and could be seen as some kind of hope?? All i know is that whatever they're told to do they would all do because of their pact

The first part of the fic would end with them all together again and then the second part im thinking they're all corrupt and lowkey just take over the wizarding world themselves??

I dont read a lot of dark Voldemort wins aus mostly because none of them include ships that I like so please if anyone has any ideas as to what could be happening or what any of them would have to do please dont hesitate to share because i have a lot of ideas but idk which ones would be best.

also i've come up with a name. I'm calling it Blood Stained Flags

#fic: blood stained flags #someone please get me a friend who i can bounce ideas off of and spam with all of my fic ideas PLEASE #the marauders #harry potter #the marauders era #wolfstar #jegulus #james potter #remus lupin #regulus black #sirius black #mary macdonald #peter pettigrew #lily evans #remary #pandalily #pandora lovegood #marauders fic

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Hidden Gems by @wolfpants

Today marks our darling Wolf’s one year fandomversary, I almost can’t believe it! Guess time flies when we’re having fun 🙌 naturally I was already planning a hidden gems post for them but W is infuriatingly far in the alphabet so this was the perfect excuse to post it sooner! Wolf’s arrival has been such a wonderful and much appreciated breath of fresh air. Not only they’re a very skilled and bold writer, they make this community kinder by their generosity and share an equal amount of love for Drarry and rare pairs, which makes them my new favorite person! From soft and gentle Dronarry to gritty and luxurious age gap (*insert elmo fire gif*), Wolf is a master of storytelling and can sell me pretty much anything at this point. Their fics offer a range of themes, takes, emotions and ships, taking us into immersive landscapes, top notch flangst and self-indulgent smut.

It hurts me not to include two amazing titles that I’ll mention anyway because this is my post so deal with it 😂 Non-magical AU fans have probably read the iconic Pages of You as well as Dronarry fans have def checked the emotional experience that is Tiny Home, both deserving a big shoutout despite not featuring this list. As for their lesser know stories, surprising a total of 0 (zero) people, the brilliant and intense The Hollow will always have a special spot in my heart - angsty smut my beloved! - not only because it was my first Wolf fic, but because it slapped me in the face (😏) with a ship I had never considered before, and a bittersweet plot that I never saw coming. Their brain! Here’s my short selection of Wolf faves, all powerful and beautifully written fics that deserve the utmost praise. Let’s celebrate this unique author and rare pair champion! We’re so lucky to have you here, friend 💜

Drarry

Edges (E, 1.5k) - brilliant first person POV and insanely hot established relationship smut, omg this one makes me salivate. D/s undertones! Consensual non-con! FACE SLAPPING! Take my money yes please 🔥🔥🔥

Draco explores the limits of Harry's edges. Harry lets him.

Aurora (M, 5k) - Wolf not only provides top notch filth, they’re also nuance and soft 8th year get together with enemies to friends to lovers and late night conversations, gentle coming out and exploratory non-explicit sex. Poignant with loneliness but also sweet and hopeful for the future, this is the perfect comfort romance!

Eighth Year at a half-built Hogwarts, and Harry is not following Draco Malfoy anymore. At least, that's what he tells himself.

Summer Place (E, 14k) - super creative and intriguing story, the WandaVision references are brilliant and so immersive! Featuring accidental drug use, Aurors Drarry, secret relationship. Haunting, compelling, heartbreaking and incredibly well written with lots of world build and plot packed within 15k

Draco has the perfect life: a perfect house on a perfect street with his perfect husband. It’s all he’s ever wanted. So why does something still feel wrong?

Rare pairs

Wildflower (E, 1.3k) - the gentlest Charlie/Draco you’ll read today! I’m so soft for this ship and Wolf writes a lovely, soft and romantic tale showcasing a few moments into their relationship. This short is beautifully evocative, a perfect mix of sexy and sweet, with herbologist Draco as a bonus!!

Charlie and Draco's relationship grows like the wildflowers on the alpine meadows, and Charlie wonders how many seasons they'll survive.

A Bigger Splash (E, 7k) - holy shit this Albus/Draco is so hot I can almost taste the summery and forbidden CMBYN vibes in my mouth. Masterfully written, scorching and charming, with trans Albus, body positivity and worship (!!), mirror sex, praise kink, all the goodies my folks, plus delicious hints at side relationships and tons of excellent teasing and UST. A must read for age gap hoes like me

It's his dad's 45th birthday in rural Sicily, and all Albus wants is to be seen by Draco Malfoy.

Seas Between Us (M, 7k) - I had never considered Remus/James before but Wolf’s writing is too irresistible! This a wonderful modern setting AU friends to lovers full of longing, soft, sexy and tender! James’ pining hit me right in the feels, and the Scottish atmosphere is vivid and gripping, it made me yearn for both these people and this place, a very special love story.

Remus comes home after spending two years in another country. James is ready to tell him the truth.

The Hollow (E, 12k) - I’ll never stop screaming about this masterpiece - the sexiest, most heartbreaking rare pair treat you’ll read today, this Remus/Draco one night stand breaks and mends my heart multiple times. This is scorching hot, full of longing and understanding but also sorrow and complications. Grief sex is now my gender and the hill I plan to die on, please and thank. Past Remus/Sirius + hinted Harry/Draco, ohoho 😌🤌🏼

They both drink, and Remus wonders how much longer he can stay here. His eyes are already moving around slowly, looking for an escape. Anything to get away from the eerily familiar slope of Draco’s cheekbones, from the richness of the voice that sounds so much like the ghost inside his own head.

#hidden gems s2 #day 8

[hihimissamericanbi]

Quote Game

Hello me again I got tagged in this so many times I DID ALL THE WORDS. I absolutely love this I'm tagging everyone right back it's a fab way to get an overview of everyone's writing 🤗🤗🤗 shots straight to the vein of chewy metaphors and angsty hits and delicious smut. LOVE AND KISSES @spookymoonie @maliceofminds @strezzlecki also tagging @a-fiery-fox @mblematic

Words for yall: dancing, rips, moonbeam, forever

Under the cut for all of my quotes 💃🏼

night, pretty

Marauders Go Moulin Rouge

Up on that stage, it is not just a man or a dancer or a darling of darkness. It is God herself, and they are power and charisma and sex and every goddamned grain of anything good collected on the head of a pin and scattered across the night sky, and Remus wants to swallow it all down and plant it deep in his gut until he has diamonds in his eyes and a Star in the penthouse of his heart.

Pretty and devastating, a supernova doesn’t belong in an underworld basement. All darkness does is make light shine brighter. So Remus will wrap this sapphire son in his own moonstone aura and waltz them high across rooftops and plead on bended knee and sing his gift, his song—and this one’s for you.

sweet

The Watcher and the Dancer

Mrs. Potter was sitting in a rocking chair, reading glasses perched on her nose and a cup of chai on the little table beside her, paperback novel splayed open in her hands. A generous lilac bush off the corner of the cottage steadily pulsed out its sweet perfume, writing itself into Siri’s memory like a madeleine on the tongue.

eyes

Siri bristled automatically. She got teased a lot back home, either for wearing too much makeup or not enough. Always, it came back to her face, and the expectation Siri accepted unquestioningly that she owed the world perfection, and she better not dare present their judgement-day eyes with anything less than that.

moon

How to Win Fucks and Influence Pretty Girls

Suddenly, Pansy shivers as she feels Ginny’s fingers on the crescent at the nape of her neck. Goosebumps erupt across her skin as Ginny continues to explore the intricate lines of the moon phases, then the stars scattered in symmetrical constellations around her shoulder blades, before her fingers twist down vines and blossoms, dancing over her bra fastenings, to reach the central adornment: a serpent coiled elegantly atop Pansy’s spine, crowned in sunbursts and radiating magic itself from rib to rib.

warm

Hallowed

Mary hears. She rolls over and envelops Lily in her arms, kisses the salt away, presses whispers of love into her ear and onto her neck and between her legs.

And here, within warm brown skin and here, hung on perfumed oil and dimpled cheeks and here, laid under nimble fingers, Lily is home.

dark

Marauders Go Moulin Rouge!

“Thinking with our dick again, are we, Evans?”

Regulus Black leans against a beam backstage with a faux-casual air, one immaculate dark eyebrow arched, arms folded across his midnight-black waistcoat, heeled boots just peeking from beneath his skirts.

Lily grins as she stalks past him on her way to the dressing rooms, high heels clicking against the wooden floor. “Fuck off, Baby Black,” she calls over her shoulder. “We both know full well you liked it.”

mess

Shake It Off

Fortunately, Granger arrives on the scene, her wand barely holding together the mess of curls piled on top of her head, Clipboard of Doom tucked securely against her forearm, and immediately breaks up the disgusting show of flirtation taking place between Draco’s now former best friend and his future boyfriend’s former girlfriend.

Maybe he should make some new friends.

Maybe they should all make some new friends.

Laugh, stars

The Roommate

I yank him into me; his torso falls forward into my arms, and I slide my hands beneath his ass and lift him up like he’s nothing. His barked laugh quickly turns into a gasped moan when I swing him around and slam him up against the wall.

“Think he can hear you now?” I growl into his ear. “You share this wall with him, don’t you? Think he can hear his slutty boyfriend get thrown around like a ragdoll?”

The man squeezes his thighs even tighter around my waist and tries to rut against me, but I’m holding him too firmly for him to move much. One of my hands slides up from under him to wrap around his pretty little neck, forefinger and thumb pressing in just the right spots to make him see stars.

Cried, kiss

The Watcher and the Dancer

“Did you guys kiss?”

Siri breathed out, barely a whisper. “Yes.” Her lips quivered. “But it’s not with… it wasn’t who you think.”

And all the emotions and the overwhelming bigness of just, everything, came crashing back, and the tears Siri had stomped down earlier finally spilled hot down her cheeks.

Regina was calm, steady. Blinked her fawn eyes gently.

“Was it Jamie?” She had always possessed a wisdom beyond her young years.

Siri turned a tear-streaked face to her sister. Cried a little harder. Nodded.

Regina shrugged. “Remus said he and Peter were pretty fed up with how she was acting. Wanted her to just go for it already. He asked me if I thought you liked her back.”

“Really?” Siri smiled, watery, hopeful. “What did you say?”

Despite her sensitivity, Regina was still a sassy little shit. She rolled her eyes. “Duh.”

silence

Hallowed

“He will not tell me what is going on. How can I—I cannot protect him, I am failing him James, I—”

But at this, James interrupts. He always knows when to let Sirius break, when to let all the emotion crash upon the shore and weather the inundation with patience and understanding, and when it is time to silence the storm.

“You are not failing Regulus, Sirius. You love him. So do I.”

sunshine

Potter's Patented Pick-Me-Ups

Shrugging, sunshine grin stretched right across his face, James finished undoing Sirius’s trousers, pushed his pants down entirely too nonchalantly—holy fuck it’s Sirius’ dick his hard dick his hard dick in James’ face and they are letting me watch Merlin fuck—and before his cock was able to bob more than once, James licked his lips, opened wide and swallowed Sirius down to the hilt.

#i forgot tags silly me! #my writing #quote game #marauders #marauders fan fic #wolfstar #jegulus #prongsfoot #wolfstarbucks

[thereisnolumos]

Harry and Neville should have been best friends in the books. So much. Especially considering the prophecy. Like Neville and Harry have this bond because of the Prophecy and its never ever fully addressed. They give me twins separated by birth vibes. And like Jk Rowling never does anything with it! Like I'm not only saying this cause of my dislike of Ron(even though has proven he is way more competent and useful than Ron). But their parents knew each other. They both lost their parents. And got stuck with relatives that are very mean.

They totally give of the “we were supposed to be brothers” vibes. Hell, they’re born a day apart (I headcanon that they were actually born a minute apart, Neville at 23:59 on July 30th and Harry at 0:00 on July 31st)

If their parents survived or if Sirius was raising Harry (as it should been) they would absolutely be the bffs, “we literally grew up together” kind of thing. Longbottoms were in the Order, so Potters and Sirius and Remus definitely knew them. Alice and Lily got pregnant at the exact same time, that ought to have brought them close. That’s actually smth I can never get behind in fanfictions with “Sirius raising Harry” plot, is when they make Ron someone he would grow up with. Weasleys weren’t part of the Order, they didn’t fight in the first war, so there weren’t any way why Sirius would know them close enough for it. Molly’s brothers were in the Order, but that’s giving “6 degrees of separation” thing.

And Neville is a better wizard than Ron. More powerful for sure. He managed to be okay enough to pass 5 years in school (including OWL’s exams) and even excel in DA practices with the wand that didn’t choose him (his fathers) which shows an incredible level of skill and magic. I’m pretty sure that once he got HIS wand he became unstoppable in every single subject.

There could be so much depth put in their relationships, starting with shared trauma of becoming an orphan and living in a family that didn’t particularly like you/thought you weren’t enough (Neville’s uncle thrown him out the window to get a magic outburst out of him for fucks sake, they all almost killed him, what kind of family was it???) going to the dilemma of “what is worse: to loose your loved ones completely or for them to be alive but never live?” and the healing together, and the hurt of “why me and not him/why him and not me” (my heart breaks even thinking of how powerful that plot line could’ve been, how absolutely soul shattering and yet hopeful bcs they would always stick together… THE POTENTIAL)

If only JKR would’ve been a good writer and a decent human being. But she’s neither

#neville longbottom #harry potter #brotp #brotp: Neville and Harry #brotp: Lightning Mandrake #don’t mind the last one just tried to come up with the name for them #do anyone else remember the time when ships used to have actual names not just the names of the pairing smashed together?

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More Random Harry Potter Fic Recs

Thought I share my comment reply to the HP Slash reddit April's 'What have you been reading lately?' post. They are a fun read if you're looking for a fun read! (Unless you picked the angsty one. Then bring tissues. lol)

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A lot of fest reading! I might do a round-up rec list on Tumblr if I have time. Some fests I'm currently enjoying --- Dronarry fest , Remus Lupin fest, and HP Trans fest.

And here are some other fics I enjoyed the past month. -

Snack -

Second Life by Cassandra7, nwhiker - What happens when two men are given a second chance.

Strawberries by nwhiker - For the first time, Sirius Black sees Severus Snape as a man, not an enemy...

The Merit in Trying by brightened - Dumbledore assigns Severus the task of teaching Occlumency to Sirius Black. Decades of animosity give way to something more.

Snarry -

Ley Lines by cruisedirector, Dementordelta - Harry and Severus have to restore the balance of magic at the world's most powerful magnetic points by exchanging energy. And other bodily fluids.

Vestiges by empathic siren - Well known curse breakers Severus Snape and Harry Potter find themselves at Cripplethorn Manor for their last assignment together. The manor house is spectacularly haunted and Harry and Severus might finally have met their match. Is there more afoot than meets the eye? Will the house let them leave? Will they want to?

Other -

With Gratitude by tinylilremus (Dudley/Neville) - Neville sees a muggle man standing in the middle of Flourish and Blotts and instantly knows that he needs to help him. What he doesn't know before introducing himself is that this is Dudley Dursley, Harry Potter's cousin and that he has a magical daughter who seems to have already become best friends with his daughter. He also doesn't know that by the end of the day, he will have developed a rather inconvenient crush on him.

We're still here by DrSchaf (Harry/Ron/Hermione) - He hasn't been alone at night in well over a year, except that one time in the forest, and then he died.

#fandom #harry potter #fanfic recs #harry potter fanfic rec #hp slash fanfic rec #snarry fanfic rec #harry potter poly fanfic rec #reddit

[fika-drw]

Snarry Chan (17) Rec List [ 1 ]

Please read the [ Master Post ] before proceeding. A gently reminder that you don't have to read something if you don't like it and if you don't have anything good to say don't say it at all. That's all and enjoy!

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Haunted Jaded Eyes by DebsTheSlytherinSnapeFan

Rating: Mature || Words: 271,172

Summary: The wards around Privet Drive fall, and Harry is taken by Voldemort after the Dursley's are brutally murdered. Saving Remus Lupin from doing it himself when he realizes the extent of the abuse. Harry is rescued by Severus and returns to Hogwarts seemingly a different man. It's time Harry shed his mask and became who he was always meant to be - a Slytherin. One that just might be able to win the war. Harry finds the Founders Portraits - what awaits to be learned from the most powerful wizards and witches the magical world has ever known? This is Slash and SS/HP as well as MPREG and lets not forget Manipulative sort of perverted Dumbledore YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!.

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Willing by DebsTheSlytherinSnapeFan

Rating: Mature || Words: 486,471

Summary: Harry's been missing since he was 9 years old, the wizarding world have been looking him for seven years. Since he was eleven years old and did not come to Hogwarts. He's Seventeen when they find him, but they are in for a shock if they think he'd do what they wanted. Turns out Harry has known Severus for years, he's a metamorphamagus. Dumbledore's manipulations are found out, the world is in for a shock. I want to show a caring side to Dom/Sub so there won't be a rough side to be seen here.

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Rumours by WalkingThePlank

Rating: Explicit || Words: 77,077

Summary: Harry's been missing since he was 9 years old, the wizarding world have been looking him for seven years. Since he was eleven years old and did not come to Hogwarts. He's Seventeen when they find him, but they are in for a shock if they think he'd do what they wanted. Turns out Harry has known Severus for years, he's a metamorphamagus. Dumbledore's manipulations are found out, the world is in for a shock. I want to show a caring side to Dom/Sub so there won't be a rough side to be seen here.

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Severus's Omega by Ttiiggeerr

Rating: Explicit || Words: 4,397

Summary: Requested by AngelColdHeart on ff.net Prompt: Snape imprints on Harry as a baby but Harry is resisting. Will Snape be able to seduce him and prove his love? A cute two-shot of Harry and Severus falling for each other and creating a family of their own Read time approx. 25MIN

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Orphans of the storm by gonattsaga

Rating: Not Rated || Words: 127,297

Summary: Harry haven’t finished packing. It had just seemed too good to be true, when he’d read Dumbledore’s letter, the prospect of leaving Privet Drive again after merely a fortnight! Of course, he didn’t know what this safe house would be like, and with whom he’d share it, if anyone, maybe it would turn out to be even worse than staying with the Dursleys, although he’d sincerely doubted it. Still, he hadn’t been able to entirely shrug off the feeling that something was going to go wrong – whether it’d be that his reply to Dumbledore’s letter would somehow go astray, or this Professor be held up and unable to come, or worse still: the whole thing might even be a trap. AU:HBP - Dumbledore does send Harry a letter telling him that he'll be leaving Privet Drive early, however it isn't Dumbledore who will show up and it isn't The Burrow that Harry will spend the remainder of his summer... And as this fic has really taken me for a ride, this will continue into DH as well (not Epilogue compliant!)

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The Apple Tree by Philo

Rating: Mature || Words: 282,376

Summary: Harry returns for his seventh year determined to change the status quo. A tale of romance, betrayal, initiative and derring-do!

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Fair Game by JenTheSnarryShipper

Rating: Explicit || Words: 8,168

Summary: Harry is getting some extra-lessons from his most hated Professor: Professor Snape. Will the two work things out? Perhaps they're more alike than they foresaw. WARNING: RATED EXPLICIT FOR A REASON--SMUT. HARRY IS 17 IN HIS SIXTH YEAR SO THIS IS TECHNICALLY UNDERAGE, EVEN THOUGH HE IS 'OF AGE' ACCORDING TO NEARLY ALL OTHER HP FANFIC IN HOGWARTS. Preface: Harry’s sixth year. Harry is 17 years old, and Voldemort has gone into hiding. Many horcruxes have been found, and Dumbledore is alive and well. Harry knows about Snape’s efforts in the war on the side of the light. Ron and Hermione are together, and Harry has never been with Ginny (because she’s awful). Snape still teaches potions, and Albus is the Headmaster.

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Soulmates by immortalje

Rating: Mature || Words: 27,128

Summary: Harry comes to Hogwarts with the intention of ending it all after saying goodbye to his one love Severus Snape. This isn't for Dumbledore lovers... MPreg and miscarriage mentioned.

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Tears of the Sun by Eriador117

Rating: Explicit || Words: 66,915

Summary: AU, Harry is rescued from Privet Drive when he is five years old by - a penguin?

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The Way Home by Eriador117

Rating: Explicit || Words: 60,012

Summary: Written as gift fic for Littleroo based on her plot bunny. The Dursleys sold Harry when he was four years old, what happened to him? JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I am just playing in it from time to time. Beta'd by Rakina, thanks!

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