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Humbly requesting your favorite marauder holiday fic recs 🙏 any universe, characters, or ship!

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Hi all ~

An Encounters of the Future Sort update—because I realize it's been almost a month since I posted the last chapter.

I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed with the holidays. I recently started a new job too, so I've been fumbling to get comfy with that routine (Love the job! Just new people and whatnot).

Super excited to find the time to write again but until then, sending you all my love <3 It can be an emotional time of year, so I hope you find the time to take care of yourself too, and enjoy the little moments this season brings ‧ ₊ ˚ ‧ ₊ ‧

I'll be hanging lights and hopefully baking some fun things. Always looking for new ideas for stuff to make, I like experimenting lol. I think I'm gonna whip up some mini meat pies with butter crust and find something to put a block of cream cheese in next (can't go wrong right?). Totally here for any new recipe ideas! My ask is always open :)

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headcanon that Peter was a brunette until Ron cast sunshine, daisies, butter mellow turn this stupid fat rat yellow

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mood.

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Dumbledore: "Lie low at Lupin's for a while; I will contact you there."

Sirius: *literally runs out of the room*

this is canon

"Lie low at Lupin's for a while; I will contact you there."

"But—" said Harry.

He wanted Sirius to stay. He did not want to have to say goodbye again so quickly.

"You'll see me very soon. Harry," said Sirius, turning to him. "I promise you. But I must do what I can, you understand, don't you?"

"Yeah," said Harry. "Yeah . . . of course I do."

Sirius grasped his hand briefly, nodded to Dumbledore, transformed again into the black dog, and ran the length of the room to the door, whose handle he turned with a paw. Then he was gone.

— GoF, Ch 36

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Beard's Bookshelf

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Between the Desire and the Spasm

A second-chance-romance Jily fic by @uncertainwallflower

Trains are arguably the centre of everything. The sinew of civilisation for muggles and wizards alike. They are where all walks of life converge. Congregate. In synchronised traversal. Shared agony inflicted by the piercing screech of metal on metal, bonding all patrons aboard a carriage. And outside. A passing glimpse of someone you thought you’d never see again. Trains. They change everything.

Rating: M AO3

Undercurrent

A Hogwarts-angst Jily fic by @howluckydoyouhavetobe

It’s Sirius’s 17th birthday, and his only wish is for the Gryffindor Chaser to kiss the Gryffindor redhead. // Lily goes out someone who's not James, and James is seething. Lily seems to care more about if James noticed than about her actual date. Remus is caught in between it all. // Takes place from October 31st, 1976 - November 6th, 1976.

Rating: T AO3

Encounters of the Future Sort

A time travel Jily, Wolfstar and Hinny fic by @calmlyerratic

AU & headcanon-oriented time travel. A freak cauldron explosion leads the Marauders, Lily, and Sev hurtling forward into the future where they come into contact with Harry and friends during their 5th Year at Hogwarts. Alternating POV's. Anything is possible. Lots of silly shenanigans, but also an emotional rollercoaster. ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Harry held his breath. The following fraction of a moment felt like a heartbeat split with an eternity—unstable enough to simultaneously rattle and soothe the collective consciousness. A boy of Harry's height and frame stepped through the portrait hole. He had round spectacles, a long nose, and dark hair that stuck up in all directions. "Wow!" Fred and George exclaimed in unison, looking between Harry and James. "You're identical!"

Rating: T AO3

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People I'd Like to Get to Know Better

Ooo this is fun. Thanks for the tag @caslyra!

Anyone who sees this, feel free to repost/tag me — I 🩵 getting to know you all

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Last Song: probably a 70/80's playlist or lofi radio

Favorite Color: anything calming, like pastels or neutrals. Although I have this burnt orange beanie that hasn't left my head since I dug it out of my winter clothes lol

Last Book: I'm re-reading the HP series right now for the first time in like 10+ years. Sooo yeah, it's been a rollercoaster 🎢

Last Movie: I just watched Spider-Man No Way Home for the first time (I love multidimensional + time travel stuff)

Last TV Show: the new season of Futurama (also a big sci-fi fan)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sriracha

Last Thing I Googled: how to spell Sriracha lol

Current Obsession: baking and cooking, I love it this time of year

Looking Forward To: a lot of things...even despite the turbulent times we're engulfed in, I tend to be an optimist :) but sometimes it really is the little things, and I'll be happy just hanging lights for the holidays ‧ ₊ ˚ ‧ ₊ ‧ ₊ ˚ ‧ ₊ ‧

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I know you have some Wolfstar in your fic. Are there any other HP ships you are passionate about, either Marauders era or Harry era?

Honestly I'm here for anything that's written with intention, no matter the ship. I love viewing these beloved, familliar characters from different perspectives and I'm always blown away by the incredible writers in this fandom. I'm not a huge romantic, but wolfstar found a special place in my heart. Sirius's wrongful imprisonment combined with Remus's loyalty— both with the otherworldly strength to remember who they are and carry on despite their insane hardships over all those years—just has me constantly tearing up 🥲

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SWM through 16 year old Sev's pov

Spoiler alert for Chapter 21 of Encounters of the Future Sort

Note: This is a time travel au in which the Marauders, Lily, and Sev are transported twenty years in the future (from 1976 to 1996). Full fic summary here.

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"Cistem Aperio!"

Sev sharply flicked his wand and Lily jumped back in surprise as the rusty metal vault blasted upwards in a cloud of dust, violently knocking the wooden shelf above it. Reflexively, Sev extended one hand to catch two glass vials before they fell to their demise on the cold stone floor.

"Thanks for the warning," Lily said, brushing dust from the front of her robes. "Is there any other use for that spell besides breaking-and-entering?"

"Controversial magic is simply for the discernment of the caster," Sev said quietly. He felt the back of his head grow warm where Lily's eyes bore disapprovingly, but now was no time to be conscientious of her feelings.

He had discovered a loose thread that wove together the very fabric of time—and all he had to do was pull.

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Oh my goodness, I came here to write you a note about your fic and saw your reblog of my posting update. It's been an emotional day (and it's not even 4pm where I live). *crying tears of joy* So I read through chapter 20 and I love your story. It is sweet, and light, and also got me really emotional (maybe it's just the day) but the James with older Sirius and Remus... my emotional reaction was really unexpected. I focus so much on the ships in my writing, but the friendships are definitely NOT forgotten. It's just not where my mind goes first. And goodness the friendship between the Marauders was just a tragic a loss as any of their ships. I love the time travel idea, not something I would have thought of writing and reading it is so fun. You have such a great sense of humor. It comes through so well in your writing. And your characterizations, the dynamics between those characters, the dynamics between past characters and Harry's entourage are so spot on. You have clearly thought about Harry Potter a lot and know the series well. I think that makes a big difference when writing fanfics. We have a lot of overlap in ideologies and how we view certain characters. I'm really looking forward to reading more! I subscribed on Ao3 so I won't miss it when you post the next one. :)

PS I'd love to see the Marauders go head to head with Umbridge, she is such a TOAD. I don't know if that is in the storyline but the Marauders are so much cheekier than Harry, Ron, and Hermione. One of my most favorite scenes from canon is when Fred and George produce the swamp and make their grand exit all at Umbridge's expense, and I could see the Marauders pulling the exact same stunt!

I get so emotional when writing Encounters !!! It's like all of this has been living in my head for so long and I finally have an outlet for it. Whenever I sit down to write, it kind of just pours out of me lol. I'm so happy my fic is resonating with you. It's crazy and amazing how we all have these universal connecting experiences in this fandom <3 And it's so exciting to me that we have a lot of overlaps in character ideaologies, especially with the release of your new long fic! For anyone reading this, check out @iwriteasfotini's The Heir and the Spare ★

(PS you've inspired me to work on the next chapter of Encounters, which is long overdue, so thank you <33 Also, Umbridge vs the Marauders is totally on the horizon hehe)

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Ooo yay! So excited to start this.

The day has arrived! The Heir and The Spare (first three chapters because the first two barely count) are live on Ao3.

I've been looking forward to sharing this story for months. For anyone finding it for the first time, check out my pinned post for tons of information. This is the first installment of a multi-work Marauders era long fic series. I'll be posting daily until this installment concludes (I think it's 22 days of posting).

Along the way, please share with me if you are enjoying the story. :) I'd love comments on Ao3, shares or reblogs on tumblr, messages, etc. I'll do my best to respond in a timely fashion.

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Dobby is truly an unsung hero of this series

(& OotP is always hitting me like a ton of emotionally buried bricks 🥲)

“Dobby has your owl, sir!” said a squeaky voice.

“Dobby?” said Harry thickly, peering through the gloom toward the source of the voice.

Dobby the house-elf was standing beside the table on which Hermione had left her half a dozen knitted hats. His large, pointed ears were now sticking out from beneath what looked like all the hats that Hermione had ever knitted; he was wearing one on top of the other, so that his head seemed elongated by two or three feet, and on the very topmost bobble sat Hedwig, hooting serenely and obviously cured.

“Dobby volunteered to return Harry Potter’s owl!” said the elf squeakily, with a look of positive adoration on his face. “Professor Grubbly-Plank says she is all well now, sir!”

He sank into a deep bow so that his pencil-like nose brushed the threadbare surface of the hearthrug and Hedwig gave an indignant hoot and fluttered onto the arm of Harry’s chair.

“Thanks, Dobby!” said Harry, stroking Hedwig’s head and blinking hard, trying to rid himself of the image of the door in his dream. . . . It had been very vivid. . . . Looking back at Dobby, he noticed that the elf was also wearing several scarves and innumerable socks, so that his feet looked far too big for his body.

“Er . . . have you been taking all the clothes Hermione’s been leaving out?”

“Oh no, sir,” said Dobby happily, “Dobby has been taking some for Winky too, sir.”

“Yeah, how is Winky?” asked Harry.

Dobby’s ears drooped slightly.

“Winky is still drinking lots, sir,” he said sadly, his enormous round green eyes, large as tennis balls, downcast. “She still does not care for clothes, Harry Potter. Nor do the other house-elves. None of them will clean Gryffindor Tower anymore, not with the hats and socks hidden everywhere, they finds them insulting, sir. Dobby does it all himself, sir, but Dobby does not mind, sir, for he always hopes to meet Harry Potter and tonight, sir, he has got his wish!” Dobby sank into a deep bow again. “But Harry Potter does not seem happy,” Dobby went on, straightening up again and looking timidly at Harry.

“Dobby heard him muttering in his sleep. Was Harry Potter having bad dreams?”

“Not really bad,” said Harry, yawning and rubbing his eyes. “I’ve had worse.”

The elf surveyed Harry out of his vast, orblike eyes. Then he said very seriously, his ears drooping, “Dobby wishes he could help Harry Potter, for Harry Potter set Dobby free and Dobby is much, much happier now. . . .”

Harry smiled.

“You can’t help me, Dobby, but thanks for the offer. . . .”

He bent and picked up his Potions book. He’d have to try and finish the essay tomorrow. He closed the book and as he did so the firelight illuminated the thin white scars on the back of his hand — the result of his detention with Umbridge.

“Wait a moment — there is something you can do for me, Dobby,” said Harry slowly.

The elf looked around, beaming.

“Name it, Harry Potter, sir!”

“I need to find a place where twenty-eight people can practice Defense Against the Dark Arts without being discovered by any of the teachers. Especially,” Harry clenched his hand on the book, so that the scars shone pearly white, “Professor Umbridge.”

He expected the elf’s smile to vanish, his ears to droop; he expected him to say that this was impossible, or else that he would try, but his hopes were not high. . . . What he had not expected was for Dobby to give a little skip, his ears waggling happily, and clap his hands together.

“Dobby knows the perfect place, sir!” he said happily. “Dobby heard tell of it from the other house-elves when he came to Hogwarts, sir. It is known by us as the Come and Go Room, sir, or else as the Room of Requirement!”

— OotP, Ch 18: Dumbledore's Army

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Harry's love for Hedwig when she's hurt 😭

“This is urgent,” said Harry curtly.

“Ooooh, urgent, is it?” said the other gargoyle in a high-pitched voice. “Well, that’s put us in our place, hasn’t it?”

Harry knocked; he heard footsteps and then the door opened and he found himself face-to-face with Professor McGonagall.

“You haven’t been given another detention!” she said at once, her square spectacles flashing alarmingly.

“No, Professor!” said Harry hastily.

“Well then, why are you out of class?”

“It’s urgent, apparently,” said the second gargoyle snidely.

“I’m looking for Professor Grubbly-Plank,” Harry explained. “It’s my owl, she’s injured.”

“Injured owl, did you say?”

Professor Grubbly-Plank appeared at Professor McGonagall’s shoulder, smoking a pipe and holding a copy of the Daily Prophet.

“Yes,” said Harry, lifting Hedwig carefully off his shoulder, “she turned up after the other post owls and her wing’s all funny, look —”

Professor Grubbly-Plank stuck her pipe firmly between her teeth and took Hedwig from Harry while Professor McGonagall watched.

“Hmm,” said Professor Grubbly-Plank, her pipe waggling slightly as she talked. “Looks like something’s attacked her. Can’t think what would have done it, though. . . . Thestrals will sometimes go for birds, of course, but Hagrid’s got the Hogwarts thestrals well trained not to touch owls . . .”

Harry neither knew nor cared what thestrals were, he just wanted to know that Hedwig was going to be all right. Professor McGonagall, however, looked sharply at Harry and said, “Do you know how far this owl’s traveled, Potter?”

“Er,” said Harry. “From London, I think.”

He met her eyes briefly and knew that she understood “London” to mean “number twelve, Grimmauld Place” by the way her eyebrows had joined in the middle.

Professor Grubbly-Plank pulled a monocle out of the inside of her robes and screwed it into her eye to examine Hedwig’s wing closely. “I should be able to sort this out if you leave her with me, Potter,” she said. “She shouldn’t be flying long distances for a few days, in any case.”

“Er — right — thanks,” said Harry, just as the bell rang for break.

“No problem,” said Professor Grubbly-Plank gruffly, turning back into the staffroom.

“Just a moment, Wilhelmina!” said Professor McGonagall. “Potter’s letter!”

“Oh yeah!” said Harry, who had momentarily forgotten the scroll tied to Hedwig’s leg. Professor Grubbly-Plank handed it over and then disappeared into the staffroom carrying Hedwig, who was staring at Harry as though unable to believe he would give her away like this.

— OotP, Ch 17: Educational Decree Number Twenty-Four

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I just read that in OotP, which is what spurred this question! Umbridge reached through the fire and cut Sirius off too, so it could be multiple things

Why isn't the Room of Requirement on the Marauders Map?

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I found this from HBP!

(but it never showed up on the map even when the DA was using it, sooo I'll pretend it's just fickle magic ☠️)

“I think it’ll be part of the magic of the room,” said Hermione. “If you need it to be Unplottable, it will be.”

“Dobby, have you managed to get in to have a look at what Malfoy’s doing?” said Harry eagerly.

“No, Harry Potter, that is impossible,” said Dobby.

“No, it’s not,” said Harry at once. “Malfoy got into our headquarters there last year, so I’ll be able to get in and spy on him, no problem.”

“But I don’t think you will, Harry,” said Hermione slowly. “Malfoy already knew exactly how we were using the room, didn’t he, because that stupid Marietta had blabbed. He needed the room to become the headquarters of the D.A., so it did. But you don’t know what the room becomes when Malfoy goes in there, so you don’t know what to ask it to transform into.”

— HBP, Ch 21: The Unknowable Room

Why isn't the Room of Requirement on the Marauders Map?

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Why isn't the Room of Requirement on the Marauders Map?

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Hermione, sliding so gracefully down the slide of stairs, and Ron being so wholesome and confused about it lol

I think this is the first time it's mentioned in canon, totally cracking up

“I wonder if Hermione’s seen this yet?” Harry said, looking around at the door to the girls’ dormitories.

“Let’s go and tell her,” said Ron. He bounded forward, pulled open the door, and set off up the spiral staircase.

He was on the sixth stair when it happened. There was a loud, wailing, klaxonlike sound and the steps melted together to make a long, smooth stone slide. There was a brief moment when Ron tried to keep running, arms working madly like windmills, then he toppled over backward and shot down the newly created slide, coming to rest on his back at Harry’s feet.

“Er — I don’t think we’re allowed in the girls’ dormitories,” said Harry, pulling Ron to his feet and trying not to laugh.

Two fourth-year girls came zooming gleefully down the stone slide.

“Oooh, who tried to get upstairs?” they giggled happily, leaping to their feet and ogling Harry and Ron.

“Me,” said Ron, who was still rather disheveled. “I didn’t realize that would happen. It’s not fair!” he added to Harry, as the girls headed off for the portrait hole, still giggling madly. “Hermione’s allowed in our dormitory, how come we’re not allowed — ?”

“Well, it’s an old-fashioned rule,” said Hermione, who had just slid neatly onto a rug in front of them and was now getting to her feet, “but it says in Hogwarts, A History that the founders thought boys were less trustworthy than girls.”

— OotP, Ch 17: Educational Decree Number Twenty-Four