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Rest in peace to Maggie Smith, who passed away today, aged 89. A wonderful actress and woman.

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Hey! I have a bunch of Hogwarts house playlists on Spotify, if you're interested. The links are in my profile.

Xoxo

Some promoting here ladies and gents and everything else

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Of course Sirius likes AC/DC as well, where do you think James heard the band first? Lol

I'm not sure about the racism part... Both Kinglsey Shacklebolt and Blaise Zabini are pureblood black wizards, for example. Also, I don't think Peter really aligned with the ideals of Voldemort, it was more that he was too scared to refuse him, otherwise he would have never become friends with a werewolf in the first place.

The Marauders and 60's / 70's music

Remus

The Beatles

The Beach Boys

ABBA

The Monkees

The Mamas and The Papas

Creedence Clearwater Revival

Simon & Garfunkel

Stevie Wonder

Sirius

Pink Floyd

The Rolling Stones

Led Zeppelin

Black Sabbath

Deep Purple

KISS

Judas Priest

The Eagles

James

AC/DC

Queen

Alice Cooper

ZZ Top

James Brown

The Doors

Ike & Tina Turner

The Scorpions

Peter

Sonny & Cher

Jackson 5

Aretha Franklin

Janis Joplin

The Supremes

Shocking Blue

Chicago

The Bee Gees

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Things you can find in the Marauder's dorm room

A calendar with James's quidditch matches

A pile of Remus' books

Peter's stwen about snacks

Sirius's little vanity setup

A false bottom drawer for Map and Invisibility Cloak safekeeping

Sirius's unfolded clothes

A drawing James made during HOM of Sirius's big head (tm) pinned to the wall

Peter's letters from his parents

Dog hair

James's secret Lily shrine

A list of TBA pranks to pull on Mr. Filch

A drawing James made of Severus, surrounded by nicknames pinned to the wall

Little vials filled with wildflowers on the windowsill, a project of Remus and Peter

A bunch of Quaffles and a Snitch or two stolen from the Quiddith supplies

Some stowed away bottles of Butterbeer (and something a little bit stronger)

Posters of various Muggle bands, courtesy of Sirius

Unfinished confession letters and poems hidden under Remus' mattress

Peter's extended ooh shiny syndrome collection

A pun jar, most Knuts are from James and Sirius

A swear jar, most Knuts are from Remus and Sirius

A picture of Regulus, which was on Sirius' nightstand but somehow ended up on James'

Peter's diary

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The Marauders and 60's / 70's music

Remus

The Beatles

The Beach Boys

ABBA

The Monkees

The Mamas and The Papas

Creedence Clearwater Revival

Simon & Garfunkel

Stevie Wonder

Sirius

Pink Floyd

The Rolling Stones

Led Zeppelin

Black Sabbath

Deep Purple

KISS

Judas Priest

The Eagles

James

AC/DC

Queen

Alice Cooper

ZZ Top

James Brown

The Doors

Ike & Tina Turner

The Scorpions

Peter

Sonny & Cher

Jackson 5

Aretha Franklin

Janis Joplin

The Supremes

Shocking Blue

Chicago

The Bee Gees

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Moving forward

Hi there, it's the Duchess coming live to you from her dinner table,

I know this blog has been silent (save for one interruption) for ages, and I don't know if there is anyone still following this account (or if any of my followers are still active), but I wanted to make a bit of a statement as to where this blog is headed, giving the circumstances surrounding this fandom.

I absolutely do not condone anything Harry Potter's original author has said in the media recently. I support and am a part of the LGBTQ+ umbrella. I was torn after this became a widespread awareness, and for a while I was ready to give up something I loved since my childhood - which was about two decades ago. I felt ashamed to be a fan of something that had suddenly become so controversial, and was ready to throw out my books and tear down all my posters. I was hesitant to post anymore fan content, and stopped uploading altogether. I felt miserable. I talked about the situation with some close friends and after a while I came to the conclusion that this fan community and the Wizarding World have evolved so far beyond the works of She Who Shall Not Be Named, that I can put a big distance from her, enjoying this fandom in my own way. This means I'll try and use this blog more actively again as well.

That said, for anyone that's new, hello there! My name is The Duchess (she/her). I was sorted into Gryffindor by the Pottermore quiz, and my Patronus is a stoat of all things. I'm a big time Marauders fan and started shipping Wolfstar after reading Semi-Automatic, which is a modern AU Trans!Remus x Sirius fanfic on Ao3 (a mouthful, I know). I will post fanfiction snippets, random thoughts and anything in between on this blog, mainly about (you guessed it) the Marauders. If you have any questions for me, feel free to put them in my inbox.

I'll keep this post pinned for a while. Terfs DNI.

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A Powerful Ally

It had been misty until late in the morning. The whole day had been gloomy, and now that evening had arrived, rain had started to drip down onto the cobblestone street. But the downpour wasn't the only thing that kept the villagers inside their cottages. These were dark times. Darker even than the sky above, swirling with stormy clouds. But a single figure dared to tread on the street. His balck cloack swooped behind him as he skiddled onwards. Scared, but determined. He was nearly there. He kust had to deliver the message, and then he could be out of here. No sooner did he have his goal in sight, as he heard a loud crash coming from his right. There was a bright flash of light, and suddenly the whole street was ablaze. He was too late. People were screaming, running out of their houses and away from the fire. He saw men heaving buckets of water. He saw women carying crying children. Then, he saw them, the Death Eaters. He was vastly outnumbered. Shaking, he grabbed his wand. He wasn't sure however, wether to fire a curse or make a break for it. Suddenly, someone grabbed his arm.

"This way, quickly."

Having no means to object, he let himself be dragged off by the stranger, dreading what's to come. He heard the commotion grow quieter behind him, as they made their way up a steep path towards a tall, looming building in the distance. As they approached the gate, he could read the family name on the sign. He blinked.

"Malfoy?"

Only when they were safe within the barriers of the gate did the stranger spin around. He could now see whisps of fair blond hair slip from under a cloak, which the stranger now drew back. It was indeed Lucius Malfoy.

"Peter you foolish boy, what were you doing out on those streets?" Lucius said as they walked further towards the great front doors.

"I-I..." Peter started, but words got caught in his throat. "Thank you for saving me," he said, trembling.

"Think nothing of it. We might not have been the best of friends at Hogwarts, but as a Head Boy, I always did have some responibility towards you."

They passed through the doors into a dimly lit hallway. Lucius beckoned Peter to follow him. They entered what seemed to be a dining hall. At one end was a fire hearth. There was a chair turned around from the table facing the fire which light danced upon the shiny tiles of the room it looked as if someone had been previously sitting there, enjoying the flames. Lucius gestured Peter to sit down, and he did. Lucius placed himself upon the chair at the high end of the table and shouted.

"Dobby! Bring me a bottle of firewhisky and two glasses!"

With the crack of a whip, a bat-eared house elf appeared, reaching just above the dining table in height. He was carrying a silver platter which contained a shiny bottle and two very expensive looking glasses. As the house elf started to pour, Lucius turned towards Peter again.

"Well then Peter, you look very shaken. Is something bothering you?"

It might have been the burden of his heavy secret. It might have been the nerves of the task he had at hand, but Peter broke down. Tears streamed down his face, passing his twitching nose as they landed on the table.

"O-Oh Lucius! I can't take it anymore! All this tense nonsense in the Wizarding World! Not knowing who you can trust, wether your friends are alive... It's just awful!" Peter sobbed. Lucius looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Come now Peter, if you've done nothing to oppose him, you have nothing to worry about."

Peter felt his face redden as his eyes widened with shock. Had he betrayed himself? Had Lucius caught on?

"What is the matter Peter? You look very uncomfortable. Come, drink some of your whisky."

Trying not to look guilty, Peter took a big gulp. Immediately, a warm and dazing sense filled him.

With a very lofty air Lucius then asked: "Peter, what was it again your friends called you at Hogwarts? I heard Black's brother mention it."

Peter hesitated, then answered. "Er... Wormtail."

"Well then, how about I will call you Wormtail for now, to dissolve the tension you are obviously feeling. I'll have you know this manor is protected with the most powerful spells and hexes. Nothing here will harm you. So if you would please stop shaking, I think my house elf is far too distracted by it to notice our glasses are empty." Lucius ended with a threatening tone towards Dobby, who immediately started pouring another glass for the both of them. Lucius smiled at Peter. "What is weighing so heavy on you, Wormtail?"

Peter twisted in his chair. "I don't know if I should tell you."

"At least take another sip of your firewhisky, after my servant went through all the trouble..."

Peter heaved the glass to his lips once again. The dazzling sensation seemed to intensify.

"You know, you haven't been sorted into Gryffindor for nothing. You are a brave man Wormtail, despite everything. You have your own unique qualities. So if you just told me what's putting a dragon's egg in your nest, I'm sure we can work things out. You have a very powerful ally in me, you know."

Then, Peter just poured everything out. About the important promise he had made to Sirius. About the fear of being found out. About how he just wasn't as strong as his friends seemed to think he was, and how deadly afraid he was of disappointing them. It was too much for him to bear. As he finished, he saw Lucius looking at him with a frown.

"See? That wasn't so hard... Now, Wormtail as I said, I am a powerful ally. There is a reason why I am such a powerful ally, and it will provide you with a simple solution..."

At that moment, a high, ear-piercing laugh sounded from the turned around chair at the other end of the table. Previously thinking it was empty, Peter gave a squeal when it turned around. He toppled out of his chair once he saw the skull-faced, slit-eyed man sitting in the chair.

"Y-You Know Who!" He blurted out.

Voldemort got up and walked over to Peter, who scrambled to his feet. He flinched as Voldemort stretched out his arm, thinking he was going to do something awful to him, but shen he dared to open an eye, he saw the spider-like hand was empty, and turned towards him.

"We would be honoured to have you as our ally, as our friend, Wormtail. I'm sure that we can bring out potential in you that your... Friends... Obvioulsy seem to fail on." Voldemort said in a sly voice. Peter looked up at his face and back at his hand again. There was something squirming inside his stomach. He thought of his friends, what would they say?

"You don't have to worry about your friends." Voldemort said, as if he could read Peter's mind. "They don't need to know, I have something else in mind for you. Join me, and all your previous engagements against me will be forgiven."

Peter felt that the last sentence would have ended with the consequences of what You Know Who would do should Peter choose to oppose him any further. He gulped. Then, he reached for the outstretched hand.

The dark lord laughed coldly.

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Harry, oh Harry, I am sealed behind bars

Harry, oh Harrry, how deep are these scars?

The waters are screaming but the walls they are still

Harry, little Harry, pray me some will

Harry, oh Harry, I'll get out if I can

Harry, oh Harry, do you know who I am?

You were just one year old, so I'm guessing not

Harry, little Harry, I'm scared I might rot

There will not a day pass by

Where you aren't my lullaby

You keep me sound

While I am bound

And if not for these chains

I'd whisk you away

Make sure that you're happy

Oh Harry please save me

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Do you have a question for Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs, Lily or Snape? Don't be shy, ask away!

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Werewolf headcanons

Because I can

Werewolves have better hearing than humans, even in their human forms. This also goes for music. Werewolves make for exceptionally good singers and instrument players.

Werewolves love meat and can get grumpy without it. As Lupin says, they like their steak on the raw side, and you better have a heap of it, because they often like seconds. Vegetarian werewolves have to make do with substitutes, but it will keep the bad mood away.

Werewolves have an enhanced sense of smell and taste. If a werewolf wants to know where the kitchen is, all they have to do is follow their nose. Even whe covered with a scarf or mask, smells willcome in strong. They are also sensitive to food flavourings and often prefer freshly obtained ingredients.

The place were the werewolf has received the bite that caused them to turn can sometimes still sting. In rare occasions, it has been known to reopen again upon transforming. Seeing as werewolf bites are cursed, they are hard to heal.

After the recovery of the full moon, there is the itch. Wether it comes from having had a full body of hair or feeling uncomfortable having to wear clothes again, the first week after the full moon contains a lot of scratches.

There are alpha werewolves but they are very rare. Werewolves tend to be einzelgangers and barely hunt together. The extreme rare cases of alpha werewolves includes Fenrir Greyback, who gathered a bunch of followers under Voldemort's reign. Outside of their transformation, alpha werewolves can project their alpha aura in a battle for the leadership of the pack. Alpha werewolves aren't gender restricted.

Werewolves tend to like dogs more than cats. Seeing as dogs and wolves come from the same animal family, it's not so farfetched.

Werewolves are agressive because of the agonizing pain and shock thst comes with transforming. If the procedure wouldn't be as painful or cause memory loss, bringing a lot of confusion, werewolves would most likely be very friendly and calm creatures, just like actual wolves.

Werewolves tend to mate for life. If you find yourself in love with a werewolf, prepare to rent your wedding venue. The chance of them being loyal to you to the end is at least 85%.

Being a werewolf does not change ones life expectancy. Though being a werewolf comes with a lot of stress and hustle, there is no evidence to prove werewolves have shorter lives than regular witches or wizards.

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It was a grandfathers clock gifted to them by James’ great uncle. It had apparently been in his family for generations. If you looked close enough, you could see the wood chafing in a few places and, when the hour struck, the little bird would be slightly out of tune, proving its testament of time. Right now, the clock was ticking away the last minutes before Harry’s first birthday, but the little boy was sound asleep in his playpen. His parents weren’t in the celebratory mood either. In front of that magnificent clock sat a figure that, too, had aged with dignity. Albus Dumbledore was sitting with his legs crossed, his elbows resting on the sides of the chair, his fingertips lightly brushing. His face was expressionless, but his message still hung heavily in the air. “You want us to hide? But why?” James finally managed to ask. “As I said, an intelligence brought it upon my attention that Voldemort is actively seeking out children that could fulfill the prophecy. Harry falls under these requirements, and thus you need to keep him safe.” “But we are already taking necessary precautions. What else is there to do?” Lily had flinched slightly at the name of the dark wizard and was now looking at Dumbledore with furrowed brows. “May I suggest the Fidelius Charm?” Dumbledore had started tapping his fingertips against each other. “A tad challenging, but very effective.” “But that would mean risking someone’s life!” James protested. Lily agreed. “Being a Secret Keeper is no light feat.” “Let me remind you that Voldemort has approached you multiple times to join his cause now. It is the safest way to keep you from him. Of course, that means you will be locked away yourselves as well.” James scrunched his nose. “Anything to keep Harry safe.” Something genuine passed Dumbledore’s eyes. “A wise decision, James. Now, about your Secret Keeper…” “I already know someone,” James answered with determination. “I was going to suggest myself. It would be unwise for me to be humble about my abilities in this situation. Are you sure you’ve made your choice this quick? Out of curiosity, whom might it be? Sirius?” "Of course," James answered. "Sirius is like a brother to me. He would never betray me!" Dumbledore nodded and got up. “I trust you with it, then. But beware; you must hurry, he is on the move as we speak. Remain here and lay low until this is resolved.” “Certainly,” Lily said. “I’ll walk you to the door.” The two of them left the room. James looked at the playpen, where soft noises from his son rose now and again. He moved towards the box, kneeling in front of it. From this view, he could see Harry’s face in between the bars. Like they were imprisoned already. But the little boy was still unaware of the threats the outside world had waiting for him. He lay there, in his own zone of peace, blowing a little bubble in the corner of his mouth, his tuft of black hair messy, much like James’. Behind them, the clock struck midnight. James reached between two bars, touching his son’s cheek. “Happy birthday, Harry.”

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Day 1 I cannot believe it. I do not want to believe it. It is unimaginable. It is everything I feared, and worse. They’re dead - both of them, and It’s my fault. All my fault. And Harry, oh little Harry, my precious godson… Whatever shall become of you? No mother, no father, no uncle Sirius to keep you safe… And that while the actual traitor - the foul, loathsome, traitor of a rat - is roaming free. I tried to stop him, but I was too late. Poor James… Poor Lily… The devastation is too big, and their lifeless bodies too much to bear. I’d rather forget. I’d rather plunge myself into these murky waters and drown. But, as my cruel fate has it, all they do is rock me back to reality. Reality takes the form of a looming, tall structure, dead ahead. A facility that holds the most notorious witches and wizards of the modern times: Azkaban. Even if you make it off the island after your sentence, you never truly leave the place. Azkaban changes people, drives them insane. Ultimately, if you serve long enough, you’ll have the sweet release of death. It does not matter to me. Even with my life sentence, it feels like my soul has already left the realm of the living. Along with them… The auror shoves me towards the shore. It’s one of the last bits of kindness I’ll ever get from human kind. In Azkaban, you’re left with the dementors. Dark, undead creatures that feed on happiness. Their energy stealing powers is what keeps the prisoners under control. It will leave them too weak to rebel. Too weak to use magic of any kind. Too weak to function. I can hear the screams of the residents. I can feel their pain. I can taste their tears. I wish they were my own, but I’ve gone numb. In the span of mere hours I’ve felt it all: anger, sadness, and grief. There is nothing left. There will be nothing left. And yet, I cannot let Peter roam free - I’ve got to protect Harry somehow. I’m innocent, and that’s a fact I’ll stand by, no matter what.

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"Oh Remus, if there was a formula for loving you, I'd probably be way too unworldly to figure out the math, but I will love you anyway."- Sirius Black

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100% what went down after Lily and James' first date.

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Have a question about me? About my view on certain Marauder's era things? Have a scenario you want to have written?

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Even though it was only lit by one broken lantern, it was clearly visible that the back alley was dirty. The surrounding pubs had carelessly tossed out their garbage, if they still had any. Most of them had been boarded up, their owners fled. Another Muggle town terrorized by Death Eaters. A figure in the shadow shifted, causiing a small flickering as he lighted a cigarette. He exhaled deeply, the smoke dancing with his curly hair. He adjusted his hood. He had been standing there for a while now, staring at the wall opposite of him. There was a sound like the crack of a whip, and a second figure appeared. Within a split second, both men raised their wand. "What do you say to vanquish the Map?" The first figure asked. "Mischief managed." Was the answer. Both lowered their wand. The curly haired figure took a puff of his cigarette. The second, however, had no patience, and continued immediately. "It's true then, about the Prewett brothers?" The first did not answer immediately. "Padfoot, please..." Sirius nodded as he let out his breath. The second cursed under his breath. "Is that all that you're here for? Remus?" The light of the broken lantern hit the alley, and Sirius could see an expression of pain gliding over Remus' face when he did not use his nickname. He shook his head. "No, I have to go and see Dumbledore. He has a special mission for me..." Sirius sighed and leaned against the wall. "I hope this mess comes to an end soon..." Remus moved to face him. "Sirius... When all this is over... Will things ever return to how they were?" "Are you seriously thinking of that right now?" Sirius rised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, I just-" "There's no room for love in a war, Remus. It will only get you hurt." "But James and Lily-" "James and Lily are walking around with a death warrant on their heads, Voldemort is looking for them. Is that what you want?" Sirius snapped. Remus was set aback. "Padfoot, what's going on?" He asked, trembling. "A war, Remus. There's a war goig on. People die, people disappear. I don't want them to be able to hurt us through each other. We're barely able to trust each other anymore because you don't know what side someone is on!" There was a silence. Remus lowered his head. "I think I got my answer... I'll be going now..." With another loud crack, he was gone. Sirius crumpled his cigarette in his hand, feeling it burn and sting aginst his skin. But nothing hurt as much as having to lie to Remus.

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Autumn had turned chilly, and the brown leaves indicated the coming of winter. though it was just late in the afternoon, the skies were already darkening as James and Lily made their way back to Hogwarts castle, their faces not just red from the cold. "I had a lovely time, Lily." Lily smiled. "Surprisingly, so did I, James." "So... What's next?" James asked while they reached the oak doors. "I... guess I'm in for a second date," Lily answerd, her smile broadening. James came to an halt and rounded to meet her eyes. "I can't express my happniess about that enough." He took his wand from his pocket, and conjured a single white rose. "This one is for you, madam." As Lily moved closer to take it, James added a peck on her cheek. She could smell his cologne, and blushed deeply. "Now, I'll go fresen up, but I'll see you at dinner, okay?" James winked. Lily nodded. She stared at the flower as James climbed up the stairs. "Well well well..." Lily looked behind her. Remus and Sirius had just arrived, back from their date at Hogsmeade. They were holding hands. "I see the date was a succes then?" Sirius asked. Lily rolled her eyes. "None of your buisness." "Hey hey... James is my best friend and sworn brother, of course it's my buisness... And you better be treating him well!" Sirius said as though he was deeply hurt. Lily sighed. "It was fine I guess." "You accepted the rose James practised on, so I'd say he's the victor today," Remus added. Lily blushed. "Did you snog?" Sirius smirked. this earned him a playful slap against the chest from Lily. "Sirius!" "Ouch! I have been injured!" Sirius staged. Then, he flung an arm around Remus. "Quick, take me away from this woman, before she beats me to a pulp!" Remus shook his head and smiled. "Whatever. Well, have fun on your second date then Lily, I'm happy for you." The two of them followed James' steps. Lily buried her face in the flower. "I'm happy too."