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Molly Aurore Weasley

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rose weasley's nineteenth birthday pt. 4

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Summer At Grimmaulds | CH 1

Chapter Summary - Your parents bring you to the mysterious looking place you'll be staying at for the summer, turns out your stuck with a pair of redheaded twins, and a doxy makes a surprise visit for you.

Pairing - George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Category - friends to lovers, fluff

Content Warnings - reader gets chased around by a doxy? poorly proofread tbh

WC - 2.5k

A/N: shitty summary but im way too tired to try and come up with something better. anyways based off this request <3

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Since the incident with the Triwizard Tournament, the Order of the Phoenix had been revived. Which meant your mum and dad had been going out on missions and meetings, doing whatever was needed, whatever they were told to do.

They had explained to you the other week that they’d be gone most of the summer due to some mandatory work they had to do. You weren’t surprised or shocked, this had become common now that your parents worked in the Order.

They also didn’t like nor did they trust you being home alone all by yourself for an entire summer.

So, now you stood in front of 12 Grimmauld Place. Except, there was no number 12 on any of the doors. The numbers on the doors went from 11 to 13. You’d never heard of it before anyways, but your parents said you’d be safe and well taken care of there.

“Here we are!” Your mother smiled at you, while you yawned, standing in front of the rows of townhouses.

“Mum, why’d we have to come this late? It’s nearly midnight.” You complained as you put your rucksack and suitcase down.

Your mother only shushed you in response, pulling her wand out and with a flick of her wrist.

Before you could question her about the numbers being wonky, a rumbling began under your feet. You stumbled a tiny bit, holding onto your suitcase for balance.

The building began to pull apart, however one townhouse appeared in the middle of the split. You grimaced at the sight of it.

Different was the least you could say about it. It was definitely different compared to the others.

The building's bricks were much darker than the others beside it, nearly black. You could see the dirty glass windows, the paint peeling off the door, the water stains on the wooden panels, and the flickering front porch light.

It looked like it had been untouched, collecting dust for a long time now.

“This is it?” You muttered to yourself, unfortunately your mum heard you.

“Oh be nice, Y/N. They spent the last few days cleaning it up for you kids.”

Those last two words echoed in your mind. You were never told there would be other kids staying with you.

Hopefully the Weasleys, they were the only other ones who had living families in the Order. You decided to ask anyway.

“Mum, you never told me who would be-“ The door flung open and a short, orange haired lady stood in front of the three of you.

“Molly!” Your mum happily shouted. Mrs. Weasley grinned as she said your mum's name in response, stretching her arms out and pulling her into a tight hug.

“Oh, it’s great to see you again! Come in, it’s much nicer on the inside!” Mrs. Weasley stood to the side of the doorway, making room for your parents and you to walk in.

Mr. Weasley and your dad were shaking hands and already making jokes, your Mum and Mrs. Weasley were busy complimenting each other on various things as you entered the ground floor.

You could only stand quietly and awkwardly to the side. Hoping that the greetings would be over soon so you could finally put your hefty bag and suitcase away. You were tired and hungry and your hands hurt and-

A strange noise came from behind you, almost like a quick pop, maybe even a crack.

“That looks heavy. What’re you hiding in there?” You felt your bag being taken off your shoulder, you whipped around to see a tall redheaded boy standing there.

George Weasley. A gigantic grin cracked onto his face, he nearly knocked you over when he pulled you into a hug.

"Glad to see that you decided to show up." You chuckled as you wrapped his arms around his tall frame nervously, not expecting him to be so welcoming.

You weren’t that close with George. You didn’t know him very well, you only knew him originally because your parents were friends and worked together. You also had the same charms class with him and Fred last year.

"Oh please, I knew you'd be bored without me here." He teased, looking down at you and smirking.

You’d been hugging long enough for your liking, you unwrapped your arms from him and he got the hint, letting go of you too.

“So, where’s Fred? I rarely ever see you guys separated.” You looked around the hallway, searching for the other twin.

“Stealing food from the table.” He nodded in the direction of the kitchen, and he was correct. Your eyes stopped to see Fred there, attempting to sneak a bread roll from off the long wooden table, his hand was smacked away by Ginny standing across from him.

You had no idea that you’d be staying here with the Weasleys for the summer. However, George did, and he was ecstatic about it.

“I can show you to your room! If you'd want me to!” He quipped, taking your suitcase out of your grasp.

You didn’t get to answer, George was already moving past the chatting adults and down the entrance hall, you followed.

The inside of this place wasn’t as bad as the outside. Old looking gas lamps were lined up along the hallway walls, casting light over the peeling wallpaper, aged paintings, and threadbare carpet. A grand staircase leading to the upper floors sat at the end.

You cringed as the wooden stairs creaked with each step you took, the walls were decorated with the occasional row of shrunken heads of past house elves, they sat on plaques mounted to the wall. This caused you to grimace and look straight ahead for the rest of the time on the stairs.

Sure, the inside of the house had the same amount of gloominess as the outside, but George's presence here added light to it.

“You wouldn’t believe the amount of doxies we had to get rid of.” George said as you reached the first floor. He stopped in front of a dark wooden dresser, sliding open a drawer and rummaging around for something.

“Here, keep this in your room.” He pulled out and handed you a spray bottle, the word Doxycide written across it. “The smell of that is absolutely rancid. I’d say only use it if it’s urgent, since you can stop doxies with a freezing charm.” He continued to move, stopping once he reached the first bedroom.

“And here’s where you’ll be staying, you’re sharing a room with Ginny and Hermione.” He said while he opened the door and stood beside, jokingly bowing to you and gesturing to the inside of the room.

You entered, strolling over to the bed that hadn’t obviously been slept in yet. George followed behind and dropped your things down on the mattress.

“You can unpack after dinner.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and began to take steps back towards the door. “We’re just waiting on Harry and the rest to get here, they should be any minute now.”

You left the room and went with George downstairs. As George and you walked down the stairs, Harry and other adults, who were most likely working for the Order as well, walked in.

Mrs. Weasley was already greeting them happily, keeping her voice at a hushed tone.

A purple haired woman accidentally tripped over the troll leg umbrella stand that sat right next to the entrance. She looked around at everyone as fear entered her eyes.

“Tonks!” Mrs. Weasley cried out, exhaustion and annoyance in her voice. Tonks began to apologize.

You heard that pop sound coming from the side of you, it was the same sound you heard when George appeared next to you. Except this time it was Fred. Now you had a twin by each side of you.

“You should probably cover your ears.” Fred said amusedly.

Before you could question him, a loud screech boomed through the house as curtains flew open from an old painting on the wall. It was of an elderly woman, wearing a black cap. She looked absolutely enraged.

“Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers!” She screamed, waking up all the other portraits in the house and causing them to yell too. That's when you covered your ears.

Mrs. Weasley attempted to close the curtains on the painting, Fred and George took you into the kitchen, hoping to get away from all the noise.

“Oh my God, who is that?” You scowled, removing your hands from your ears. The twins leaned against one of the wooden counters.

“Sirius’s mum. Lovely woman, isn’t she?” George gave a tight lipped smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“She’s got quite a way with words.” You joked, earning a laugh from the both of them.

The beginning of dinner was simple, but chatty.

Harry caught up with Sirius. Hermione and Ron talked to each other. Ginny and Tonks gossiped. The rest of the adults conversated about the Order and what to do. The twins bragged to you about all of their new inventions.

“We’ve been working on all new products for our Skiving Snackboxes during the past few months.” George boasted to you.

“Fainting Fancies-“

“Puking pastilles-“

“Ton-Tongue Toffees-”

“Nosebleed nougats.”

“Nosebleed nougats?” You repeated, sitting up from your bored posture.

“The name pretty much explains it.” Fred looked at George, then back to you.

“You eat it, you get a wicked nosebleed.”

“Me and him both tried it, tested it out.”

“Mum thought we had been dueling!” George said before the both of them began to snicker at the memory of it. You let out a small laugh with them.

The boys both noticed the obvious exhaustion weighing you down, Fred looked at George, who was looking at you.

“Why don’t we show her our little harmless prank we keep spooking mum with?” Fred suggested, nudging George who was (still) busy staring at you.

“Oh, right! Watch this.” George smiled and nodded his head in the direction of his mum, who was happily chatting with Lupin.

In the blink of an eye, Fred and George suddenly disappeared from their chairs and appeared right behind their unsuspecting mother. She shrieked in terror at the surprise, slamming down the silverware that was in her hands.

“Just because you’re allowed to use magic now does not mean you have to whip your wands out for every tiny little thing!” Mrs. Weasley shouted, emphasizing each word with a smack at the boys.

They giggled like schoolgirls and ran out of the kitchen, then apparating back into their seats.

“We’re just trying to save a bit of time!” Fred and George proudly said together.

It didn’t take long for you to unpack. There really wasn’t much that you had to take out of your suitcase, just a few books you planned on reading during this summer.

You sighed while pulling out a few books from your bag. It hasn't been a full two weeks since you left school for break and you’re already stuck somewhere else.

You stacked the books together, placing them neatly on the dresser that stood between you and Ginny's bed, and in front of a large window.

The window was covered with dusty velvet curtains, you pushed away the drapes, hoping to get a look outside, instead you were met with a small squealing noise. A full grown but still small doxy came flying towards you with its beetle like wings.

Grabbing a book from the stack, you began to shriek and swat at it with the book.

It became a game of cat and mouse. You were the mouse, literally being chased by a doxy, which was the cat.

For most likely a minute, you continuously shrieked in horror while running around in the room, holding the book in one hand, using it to swat at the creature while your other hand was feeling around your clothes, searching for your wand. You felt nothing.

It was still in your bag, sitting on your bed. You absolutely did not have the time to search for it.

The next best thing you had was Doxycide, but you accidentally knocked it over when you attempted to grab it while running past. The bottle rolled underneath Ginny’s bed.

You ended up causing yourself to be cornered. You only had a few inches of space between you and the wall.

The doxy squinted its eyes, letting out a small growl while it floated back, getting ready to pounce. You really had no way to escape without getting bit, if you were to run past it now, it’d probably bite you somewhere on the face, and you had no idea if there was any antidote for doxy bites hiding in the cabinets here.

You held up the book in front of your face, preparing to have your arms torn up.

“Immobulus!” George's voice shouted.

A dash of blue light struck the small creature, just as it opened its mouth to bite, its movements slowed then fully came to a stop, leaving it frozen in midair.

You let out a heavy breath of relief, closing your eyes as you leaned against the wall and dropped down your hand, letting the book fall out of your grasp as well.

George ran to you, completely ignoring the paralyzed pest in the air.

“Are you alright? You’re not bit are you? Did you get bit?” He questioned as he grabbed your hand, frantically inspecting your entire arm for any bites or scratches.

“I didn’t, I’m okay.” You assured him, trying to catch your breath. Georges sped up, he had the same amount of fear you did while being chased, only his was caused by the thought of you being hurt.

“Okay, okay, lovely.” He was still holding your shaky hand, your arm.

“You can let go now, you know.” You let out an awkward laugh, he really didn’t want to. Your skin felt so soft against his calluses and rough hands. Even though his hands were rough, they moved smoothly against your arm with how gentle he was.

George cleared his throat, turning his attention to the still doxy in the air, he grabbed it carefully and pocketed it.

“What are you going to do with that?” You said concerned and confusedly.

“Fred and I have been wanting to experiment with doxy venom for our snackboxes. We’ve got a spiffing amount of ideas for what we could make using it. Our biggest one-” The sound of multiple footsteps interrupted Georges rambling.

“What in the bloody hell happened? It sounded like you were getting murdered!” Ron's voice came from the doorway, where he stood with Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Fred, all with looks of worry on their faces.

“There was a doxy.” You stated, embarrassingly. “Erm, George caught it though.”

“You got rid of it? Right?” Hermione asked, her stern tone coming out strong.

“Of course I did!” George shrugged, not a single drop of untruthfulness nor worry in his tone.

“Any of you want to eavesdrop on the adults?” He changed the subject, pulling a pair of Extendable Ears out of his pocket that didn’t have the doxy hidden in it. Fred and George gave each other mischievous looks while the group excitedly filed into the hallway one by one.

George took a quick look back at you, shooting you a wink, you gave him an amused smile in return.

Maybe being stuck here this summer won't be too bad.

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Celestial Beings

Chapter Six: Mirror Mirror

Characters: Reader, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Molly Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Hermione Granger

Summary: Dinner with the Weasleys and a bit of a tour of the house.

Word Count: 3,031

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, mentions of murder

Reminders: @rainychaosmiracle

(Y/n) had been out of the cell for a little more than 4 hours, exploring every aspect of her new room. She hadn’t found any secret pathways, no hidden jinxes, it was all safe. Her own space with seemingly no strings attached. It was a new experience for her, not having to make her entire existence as minuscule as possible.

There was a knock at the door, making her jump and drop the book she had just picked up to read. The book landed directly on her toes, making her yelp in pain. There was a muffled voice on the other side of the door, sounding concerned.

“Come in!” (Y/n) sat on the edge of her bed, rubbing her foot. “I got startled and dropped a book on my foot, nothing major.”

“Uh, sorry I didn’t mean to spook you.” The lanky redheaded boy said. “Mom told me to get you for dinner, she’s making pot pies with mashed potatoes and garlic bread.”

“Oh, sure yeah I’ll be down in just a second.” she eyed the boy, watching as he avoided making eye contact with her. “Or are you supposed to escort me there?”

“I’m not sure, but I am already on thin ice with her so…” he said, hands in his pockets.

“Right, don’t want to get in any more trouble than you already are.” (Y/n) stood up, looking in the mirror of her dresser and fixing her hair. “Okay, let’s get this over with. Lead the way, little Weasley.”

“Ron. It’s Ron,” he muttered, walking just ahead of her. The closer they got to the dining room, the more pleasant the air smelt.

The dining room was brightly lit, with candles floating above the table gently. Food placed perfectly on the table, and everyone’s already sat down, chatting. The mood changes as soon as (y/n) walks in, with silence replacing the warm mood. Ron takes a seat next to Hermione, whispering something in her ear.

“I saved you a spot over here, (y/n).” Sirius patted the chair next to his own, smiling at her. “It also just so happens to be directly in front of the potatoes, which Molly says are extra delicious tonight.”

“Kids, introduce yourselves,” Molly instructed as (y/n) sat down, keeping her eyes averted.

“I’m Fred,” one of the two twin boys said, offering her a small smile.

“And I’m George,” the other said, elbowing his brother.

“I’ve met Ron, Ginny, and Hermione already.” (Y/n) reminded everyone. The children all looked at each other nervously. “Alright, can we clear the air in here? I can tell that none of you children really want me here, or trust my being here. So go ahead, let it out, it’s fine.”

“(Y/n) I don’t think-” Molly started, only for Hermione to interrupt.

“Are you actually his daughter?” the muggle-born blurted out, looking directly at her plate.

“Yes.” (Y/n) answered. “Anyone else?”

“Do you have the mark?” George asked.

“No, I’ve never had to get it. The marks are just ways to keep track of his followers, I have his blood.” (Y/n) shrugged, putting a heaping amount of potatoes on her own plate. “No need for it when you can just do a simple scrying spell.”

“How many people have you killed?” Ron inquired. Everyone looked at him wide-eyed. Everyone except (y/n), who didn’t even flinch.

“Depends,” she smirked to herself. “Do you count Death Eaters as people?”

“You’ve killed Death Eaters? Why?” Fred leaned forward, intrigued.

“Only one, it wasn’t entirely in my control. I don’t remember it, I’ve just been told that my mother never survived giving birth to me.” (Y/n) picked up a pot pie and placed it atop her potatoes. “On that note though, I would like to eat now instead of answering questions, if that’s alright with all of you?”

“Yes, let’s eat.” Remus claps his hands together, sharing a worried look with Sirius.

The rest of dinner was filled with idle chit-chat between the kids, a few conversations growing louder than the others. (Y/n) just focused on eating as much as she possibly could while she could. By the end of dinner, she was stuffed full, having eaten three pot pies, four massive helpings of potatoes, and two pieces of garlic bread. When Molly brought out the chocolate cake (y/n) nearly fainted.

“Molly, I mean this honestly, stop being such a good cook,” she said finishing her second slice of cake. “It’s unfair to everyone else. Not only to other cooks but also to those of us eating it.”

“Oh, you’re just saying that!” Molly blushed.

“I agree, Molly. You’re one of the best masters of the kitchen I’ve ever met.” Remus wipes chocolate from the side of his face. “(Y/n), I don’t mean to embarrass you but you’ve got frosting on your chin.”

“Yeah, I’ll get it in a second. I’m stuffed.” she leaned back in her chair, a smile on her face. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this full. It’s fantastic!”

“What, did the Malfoy’s not feed you?” Ron asked.

“No, they did, I was just kept on a very strict diet. Except for a couple of times when Lucius was teaching me how to survive in the forest with nothing.” Everyone looked at her confused. (Y/n) rolled her eyes. “Okay, I’m going to say this once, and only once. Don’t feel bad or whatever about how I grew up. Life is unfair, get over it.”

“Kids, how about you all go to the parlor room?” Molly suggested, gathering up their empty plates. “I think Remus and Sirius want to have some quality time with our guest.”

The children all quietly left, mumbling quick “goodbyes” and “good nights” to the adults as they left. Molly went to the kitchen, taking all of the empty plates and dirtied cups with her. Remus got up and shut the door to the hallway while Sirius closed the one to the kitchen.

“Did I do something wrong?” (Y/n) looked at the men nervously.

“What? No, you aren’t in trouble, (y/n).” Remus chuckles, taking his seat. “We just wanted to see how you were liking your new room, besides you still need a tour.”

“Want anything to drink?” Sirius asked, pouring himself a glass of wine.

“I’m fine, thanks.” she shakes her head. Sirius shrugs and sits down, taking a drink of his wine. “It’s a nice room. I’m still not completely used to it, it’s only been a few hours after all.”

“Are the decorations to your liking?” Sirius inquired.

“Yeah, they’re great… I’m sorry I feel like I did something wrong still.” (Y/n)‘s eyes darted between the men.

“I’m being honest, you’re not in any trouble,” Remus reassured her, offering a comforting smile. “Now, while Sirius finishes his drink, would you like me to give you a tour?”

“Uh, sure.” (Y/n) stands up and follows Remus to the hallway. He passes the stairs and turns down another hallway.

“This is the way to the first-floor bathroom, two of the guest rooms, and the laundry room,” Remus explains. “Now if we go back this way,” he leads her to the hallway in front of the stairs connecting to the dining room. “I’m sure you can tell that that’s the front door.”

“Well the extreme barrier spell in front of it might be a bit of a clue,” she says sarcastically. “You know, that or the coat hangers and shoes next to the door might also give it away.”

“Right, well to the left of the front door is the living room, then you’ve got the music room, the parlor room, and your first restricted room.” Remus points at each doorway. “There’s also a cleaning closet right under the stairs I forgot to mention.”

“Do I get to know what the “restricted room” actually is, or do I get to put it together myself?” she asks

“It’s an old room that’s falling apart, to be honest.” he sighs. “It was stuffed full of old furniture and tools.”

“So it’s just a mess? Lame, I was hoping you were doing some cool experiments.” (Y/n) looked genuinely disappointed. Remus chuckled and headed up the stairs, (y/n) following behind him quickly. She tripped on the top step, reaching for the railing on the wall to catch herself she instead pulled a curtain off of a portrait.

“YOU FILTHY HALF-BREED! YOU BLOOD TRAITORS!” the woman in the painting started screaming at the top of her lungs. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! OUT ALL OF YOU!”

“Fucking hell, shut up, Mother!” Sirius shouted, running up the stairs and quickly covering her with the curtain once more. “For Merlin’s sake, she never changes.”

“That was your…” the young woman trailed off, confused. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, wake her?”

“It’s not your fault, (Y/n).” Remus helps her up, gently dusting off her shoulders. “You didn’t trip on purpose, and you also didn’t know about her portrait. We keep her covered, otherwise, she just yells.”

“I think I’m going to go to bed early tonight. Suddenly sleep sounds very pleasant.” Sirius flashes a quick smile and pushes past the two others. “Goodnight to the both of you. (Y/n) if you need anything later, feel free to knock.”

“On that lovely note, let’s continue.” Remus turns and begins walking. (Y/n) stays frozen in place, her eyes flicking from the portrait to Sirius’s door as he disappears. “(Y/n)? Are you coming?”

“Do I sound like that?” she asked quietly, not looking at him. “Do I sound that, that cruel?”

“What?” Remus was taken aback. “(Y/n), Sirius’s mother and you are nothing alike. Not really, sure you’ve said a few similar things, but that’s as far as that goes. She was cold, all the way through. Nothing Sirius ever did could please her, not that she ever really wanted to be pleased. She refused to listen to anything other than her own twisted opinions.

“You’ve met Bellatrix before I imagine? She was a lot like her, angry at the world and in love with destroying anything she couldn’t have. She was a follower of your father, a devout one too. Pulled Sirius’s brother into it too.” Remus paused. “Don’t tell him I told you anything about his brother though. It’s a touchy subject.”

“I still don’t see how I’m any different.” she frowned.

“(Y/n), you’re standing in front of me, a werewolf, and having an actual conversation. You’re changing, whether you mean to or not, it is happening.” Remus places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You’ve had these ideologies forced down your throat, literally branded into your brain since you were an infant. Of course, you’ve said and probably done a lot of horrible things, but you’re not entirely at fault. You’re learning still.”

“I guess.” she sighs. “Let’s just continue the tour.”

“Well, let’s finish this floor for the night, and then you can go to bed. There’s a room that Sirius wanted to show you with me.” Remus continues, showing her the bathrooms, the other bedrooms, and the small dusty library that needed a lot of TLC.

Remus ended his small tour by walking (y/n) to her room door, bidding her goodnight and good dreams before going into his own bedroom. She was just about to enter her room when she heard someone whispering down the hall. She poked her head out but saw no one in the vicinity. Very carefully and quietly she tip-toed closer to where she believed the voice had come from. A floorboard creaked just outside of Sirius’s room, making her freeze in place, patiently listening for footsteps.

After what seemed like forever, (y/n) decided it was safe enough to continue. The whispering seemed to get slightly louder the closer she got to the darkest part of the hall. She passed by a few sleeping portraits, being as careful as possible not to disturb them. Her only source of light anymore was the faint glow from the hallway behind her and the barrier spells pulsating as she got closer to where she probably wasn’t supposed to venture. Suddenly instead of the reds through the greens of the barrier, she saw something surrounded by an electric purple, bright enough to make her squint.

Carefully, she reached forwards, lightly brushing the top of the strangely colored object. As soon as her fingers touched the cold metal she knew what it was; a hand-held mirror. Grasping the handle she turned it around so she could see her reflection, trying to make out what was being said. It wasn’t until she brought it up closer to her face that she noticed it wasn’t her in the reflection.

(Y/n)‘s blood ran cold, her breathing paused, and her face paled. It was her father in the mirror, looking directly at her, a smile on his face that didn’t meet his eyes whatsoever. She dropped the mirror like it was a hot iron, making a loud thud on the ground. She jumped backward hard enough to knock the lighting fixture off the wall. Sirius’s door swung open at the end of the hall.

“(Y/n)?” he called out, just barely seeing her at the end of the darkened hall. He quickly made his way to her. The closer he got the more he could see she was shaking. “(Y/n), what’s going on? (Y/n)?”

“I-I heard… I thought that-that it was just something old. I didn’t, I didn’t think he could do that.” she pointed at the mirror. “He was just, smiling at me.”

“You don’t mean… (y/n) please tell me you’re not talking about You-Know-Who.” Sirius reached for the mirror but she kicked it farther away.

“Don’t. I don’t know what he would do if he saw…you.” (Y/n) warned, doing her best to keep breathing. “I can, I can get rid of it. Maybe he doesn’t know, right? Maybe he thinks that I have a mirror in my… my cell?”

“(Y/n) look at me, please.” Sirius pleaded. “Please, tell me it wasn’t him.”

“I-I wish I could, I really, really wish I could.” she started sobbing uncontrollably. Sirius wrapped his arms around her, trying his best to comfort her. “He always knows, always!”

“Come on, let’s go somewhere else for a bit, okay?” Sirius helped her up, heading to his room. “Here, I’m going to go and get Moo-Remus real quick, you go in my room and make yourself comfortable okay?”

(Y/n) nodded, opening his door and entering the room. It wasn’t quite what she expected. It was messy, yes however it was more clutter than trash. Like he had too much stuff and not enough space. His bed was unmade, a pile of blankets on the floor next to it. There was a small desk with a lamp in one corner, papers and letters stacked on top. She sat on the old fraying chair next to the bed, grabbing a knitted blanket and wrapping it around herself.

She could hear Remus and Sirius talking outside the door. They were worried about what Voldemort possibly knew, what plans he might’ve heard, and how long he could’ve been listening for. They also were talking about (y/n), nothing she could quite make out, only catching a few words here or there. She tightened the blanket around her, bringing her knees to her chest. They walked in, Sirius hushing the other.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” Remus asked, his hands fidgeting.

“You think I knew, don’t you?” she accused. “You think I had something to do with… I just heard whispering and went towards it. If I knew what that was, I wouldn’t have even touched it.”

“Hey, no one is accusing you of anything,” Sirius said softly, stepping in front of Remus. “We’re worried about you, that’s all.”

“(Y/n), I didn’t hear any whispering when I left you at your room,” Remus told her, watching her eyes tear up slightly.

“I heard it, I swear!” she pleaded. “It sounded like someone calling for me at first, over and over. The closer I got to… to the mirror it got louder, but I couldn’t understand it.”

“Remus now isn’t the time for this,” Sirius warned. Remus nodded in agreement.

“Of course, you’re right Pads.” Remus pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry (y/n), it’s just a lot to take in.”

“It’s fine.” she lied, plastering a fake smile on her face, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I’m fine, I think I just need some sleep.”

“(Y/n), it’s okay if you don’t want to be by yourself tonight,” Sirius tells her, confused by her sudden change in demeanor. She had gone from a sobbing mess to calm and collected in a matter of moments. “One of us can stay in your room with you if you want, or you can stay in here. Your choice completely.”

“No, I’m just being over dramatic again. I’ll be fine, truly.” she placed the blanket back on the pile, heading to the door. “I’ll just head to bed though, sleep it off.”

“Overreacting?” Remus quirked his eyebrow, looking confused at Sirius.

“Yeah, it happens sometimes.” she takes a deep breath, avoiding their eye contact. “Good night you two. Sorry to have bothered your rest.”

As quickly as everything happened she pretended it didn’t. She left both the men confused in that room as she went into her own, ignoring the sound of whispers further down the hall. She closed the door silently and immediately fell to the ground, doing her best to keep her composure. She forced herself onto her feet and flopped down on the bed, utterly exhausted from the day.

As tired as she was she couldn’t sleep, only seeing her father’s face smiling at her in the mirror whenever she closed her eyes. His teeth bared, almost laughing at her. It was almost enough to drive her mad. She curled up in a blanket, deciding to do her best to keep her eyes open.

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘪𝘹}~~

[xoxothesubwayfugitive]

Be Careful of the Curse Ch. 39: His Friends

Narcissa began to realize something as Harry and the Dark Lord debated on, both of their voices rising and the tension growing more and more constricting: the face she had not seen. Not in the Great Hall, not in Voldemort's victorious ranks. Not fighting for either side. Bellatrix had said something to her, she was about to reveal some shocking news…Lucius had been crying… I killed Severus Snape three hours ago… The hand on her head tightened – the only gesture he could make to her. One gasping breath escaped her before she could control herself and press her forehead harder against Draco, and before she could even understand it, as she was still imagining a barely grown Severus weeping in her lap over Lily Evans's pregnancy, there was more. …and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy… Narcissa felt any animosity she had for Molly Weasley melt away. She wanted to stand up and kill him herself. “No,” she whispered into Draco’s hair. “Never.”

[sarahfeliciam]

The Ultimatum Ch 15

“Are hungry, dear?” Molly’s voice came loud and loving behind her. “I’ve made pot pie.”

“I’d love that, thank you, Mrs. Weasley.”

She offered her a small smile and Molly rested a hand on her shoulder. 

“I know it’s easy to be shaken up; my nerves are ruined hearing about all of this. But you lot coming home safe is enough to fix that. Try to remember that everything is alright now, okay, dear?”

Emeline nodded politely and took in a calming breath. She’d been on the verge of a complete panic attack since the Death Eaters and running back to the portkey and she was so out of her element on how to sooth that. 

Remus always knew how.

She took another rattling breath as she lifted her tea to her lips and the others came bounding down the stairs to come to the table when they were freshened and dressed as well.

She noted that her father’s tea was still best. 

“Hanging in there, E?” George’s voice came first, genuine concern filling the space between them. He sat next to her and watched her closely as Fred took her other side.

“Not going to let this get your Irish spirits down, are you?” Fred asked, chuckling. 

“I’m fine, really. How’s Ginny?” 

“I’m alright!” Her voice chimed through the air as she walked up behind them. 

“She’s safe, that’s what matters.” Arthur smiled, pulling her in for a hug. “The whole lot of you.” 

Emeline felt a tug at her heart and her face fell slightly watching Arthur with Ginny. She tried to focus on Harry and Hermione, also alone in the waters per se, but they were actively in conversation. 

She was about to get up from the table to excuse herself as the twins spoke to each other over her, when a knock came to the Burrow’s front door. 

“I’ve got it, Molly.” Arthur said quickly as Molly set back to work getting everyone’s plates ready.

Emeline peered around the corner from the small dining room and felt her panic melt away as Mr. Weasley opened the door to her father. She shot up from her chair and hurried to the front door as they greeted one another. Once he stepped inside, he grabbed her close quickly and smiled, relaxing for the first time since he’d heard the news. 

“Sweet pup,” he whispered and her soul heard it. “I needed to see you were alright.”

“I understand, Remus.” Arthur smiled. “An owl wouldn’t be enough for me, either. Please, come in. We have dinner ready.”

Remus motioned for Emeline to lead the way and removed his cloak as he followed her. He was greeted jovially once again by his old students and George stood to shake his hand quickly. 

“Very sorry for the circumstances, Professor. A right disappointment to end last night that way.”

“Not your fault, George. And please, call me Remus. I’m no one’s professor now, as I said. I just appreciate you looking after my girl here.” He smiled softly down on her and she smiled back at them both, a familiar pink creeping across her face. 

•

The night passed by peacefully and enjoyably as they all relished time together after the gnawing of how things could’ve gone for any of them. Remus glanced over at Emeline more than a few times, taking in the fact that she truly was here and safe. She didn’t notice his teary gazes as she engaged in chatter with the kids. Having him close gave her confidence in her moments of panic and the worries of last evening were long gone now.

She was finding it easy to calm down with him. She was sure he had that effect on many students past, but it certainly did feel like a specific bond between them. 

When supper was through, she stood to help Molly clear the dishes with the other girls and Arthur turned to Remus.

“Emeline is lovely, Remus. She’s incredibly polite and she helped George keep Ginny safe while we got to the portkey. You should be very proud.”

“I am,” he mused, watching her laughing with the girls as the boys started pestering. “Though I fear I can’t take all of the credit. I’ve only had her a year now.” His face fell sadly and Arthur shook his head.

“I don’t accept that,” he started. “You may not have had a hand her entire life but she has been a part of you and vice versa this whole time. I don’t know exactly what Florence was like, but I do know you and Emeline is a carbon copy in many positive regards.” 

“That’s very kind.” Remus thanked him. “Dinner was delicious, Molly, thank you all again.” 

Molly smiled as she re-entered the kitchen with Emeline behind her. 

“Oh, anytime, Remus. Thank you for trusting us with her for the weekend. I think she wants to head off with you tonight, but she’s always a pleasure.”

Emeline smiled softly and nodded.

“You can stay, Em.” He offered and she gave him a glance that he couldn’t place. “But I’d be more than happy to take you home and bring you to the station tomorrow if that’s what you want.” Her smile erupted and she nodded quickly.

Whatever her look was, he supposed he rectified it.

•

“Well well, look who came crawling back.” Sirius yawned as Remus handed him a plate.

“Molly’s pot pie. She thought you’d enjoy it. And Harry says hello, he sent you another owl.”

“Excellent, I already got the owl. You lot are slow. Enjoyed yourself before the riots broke out?” Sirius continued, and Emeline nodded. 

“It was a great match. And I had a nice time. I’ve just always been a bit of a homebody, so how things ended solidified that. The good news is, I reached out of my comfort zone and I didn’t die. So there’s that.”

Sirius certainly brought out more of her jokingly oblivious side and Remus felt his face go slightly pale at the mention of death. 

“Emeline, remember when we went over Boggarts in class last year?” He asked, quickly off topic. 

“Yes,” she began slowly. “I never got a turn, thoug-“

“-I know. But I think you should practice.”

“Alright?” She spoke hesitantly. “When and why?”

“Now and in light of recent events.” He responded, determined. “I need you to start learning practical defense at a level I’m comfortable with. You need to catchup so you can get ahead.”

“Why do I need to be ahead of everyone else?” She asked with an eyebrow raised.

Remus and Sirius looked knowingly between eachother. They didn’t want to frighten her on the brink of such a taxing event and a new year, but they could feel it in the air. 

Just like before. 

Remus settled his breath and chose to respond with ease.

“Because you’re the daughter of a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, that’s why.”

Emeline rolled her eyes and looked jokingly to Sirius. “You hear this, Padfoot? He’s a professor again.”

•

When Emeline found herself in the basement, facing a familiar locked chest, she swallowed thickly.

“Are you sure?” She asked, cautiously. 

“Yes, you’re a year behind on this, Em. You remember the incantation?”

“Yes, but I -“

“-Emeline, this is entry level practice. You have this. Trust yourself.”

She nodded and pointed her wand at the chest as Remus unlocked it with a wave of his hand. A Boggart is shapeless to begin, so Emeline wasn’t quite sure what floated up from the chest, all she knew was what was lying in front of her. 

“No.” And only Remus heard it.

Her heart was ready to burst from her chest. With her wand hand shaking, she attempted the counter-spell with trembling breath.

“Ri-“ tears stung at her eyes. “Rid-“ she could barely see through her tears now, the boggart still lying in front of her. 

Anger bubbled inside of her alongside crippling grief and panic. She knew better than this! 

She tried once more before finally collapsing under the weight of her fear, falling beside her father’s dead body just as quickly as the boggart floated up into a full moon and then disappeared back into the chest. 

“No!” She screamed, her body shaking with tears. “Please, Dad!”

She couldn’t feel his hands on her shoulders through her panic. All she could see was him lying in front of her, blood everywhere, gone.

“Pup.” His voiceless interaction grabbed her soul and she sunk back into him. 

“I’m n-never doing that again.” She sobbed, throwing her wand toward the chest. “Don’t ever make me do this again!” She yelled angrily. 

“Okay.” He spoke softly, staring at the chest wearily. “It’s gone.” 

•

In the morning, Emeline slept in as long as she could and Remus didn’t bother to wake her until she’d need to roll out of bed for the train. Everything was already packed and ready and he just couldn’t bring himself to spend a silent breakfast and morning with her sulking in shame.

“Don’t worry about it, Moony. That’s flattering, really.” Sirius quipped over his morning coffee. Remus was leaned back in the chair across from him and looking completely distraught.

“Sirius, please. If she can’t repel a Boggart, what would have happened if she needed to engage at the World Cup? Thankfully it was a scare tactic. Dueling? She would’ve never made it home!” 

Sirius nodded somberly. “I get it, Remus. I do. But Emeline is bright. Fending off Death Eater’s in protection is a lot different than seeing your only family member dead in front of you. A family member you’ve only had for a year, mind you. Cut the kid a break.”

“Sirius, I can’t. You know that; not this time. Things are changing, just like before. I won’t lose my daughter if this is what we fear it is.”

“You won’t lose her, Remus. She will catch on and quickly. Let her breathe a bit for now. She’s got a fresh term ahead.”

“The ministry will never allow advanced practice due to one Dark Mark, Sirius. She’ll learn out of a textbook once again with no practice approach.”

“You don’t know that, Moony. Just give her a break until next holiday. I wouldn’t even mention the boggart again.”

“You don’t have to tip toe around it.” Emeline replied as she entered the dining room, dressed and ready. “It was stupid. I’m stupid.”

“Emeline!” 

“What? I’m sure you are so proud to have a total flake of a daughter who can’t even repeat an incantation that you taught!” 

She grabbed a mug from the cabinet aggressively and paused, staring down at it curiously. 

Remus knew right away.

“They were a matching pair.” 

“Hers broke.” Emeline ran her fingers over the mug’s surface. It had tiny stars all over it. 

Her mother’s was a moon. 

“She was in a foul mood all day that day. Could never figure out why.” She set it back in the cabinet gingerly and Remus stood to come beside her.

“Emeline, I am incredibly proud of you, don’t ever let me hear you call yourself that again. And I will never stop teaching you. I shouldn’t have put that on you after such an eventful weekend. But please trust us: something is off. I need you to be prepared. I need you to be a fighter. I know you’ve got it in you.” 

She looked to her shoes and Remus rested his fingers under her chin to pull her head back up to face him. “Whether what you saw was real or not, pup, you fight. You do anything to protect yourself whether I am beside you or not, am I clear?”

“Yes.” She replied quietly, sniffing back her tears. “Crystal.” 

•

It didn’t feel like an entire days trip had passed when Emeline finally found herself in her familiar Hufflepuff robes and sitting at the shiny wood table of the Great Hall, yet here she was, listening intently to Dumbledore’s announcements.

 The Triwizard Tournament sounded like an exciting break from such a heavy year, before Dumbledore continued on to portray it in an oh-so comforting ‘you could potentially die’, light. 

Just as Emeline attempted to get the attention of the trio or twins, the doors opened to reveal the Beauxbatons girls and her breath caught in her throat.

Calliope

If Emeline had expected to see anyone this year, it was hardly her prior bestfriend. She found herself smiling excitedly as she passed, but when her old friend caught her eye, she glanced away quickly. Sadly. 

Emeline made it a point to try and approach her later and finished the feast listening intently. 

[browneyesandhair]

Storm of Yesterday by ShayaLonnie

Summary:

Hunted by Voldemort, Hermione and Harry make a last stand in Godric's Hollow. When the Boy-Who-Lived lives no more, Hermione is thrown back in time into another battle where she has a chance to save not only Harry, but another Potter. — Begins Mid Deathly Hallows, AU going forward.

Relationship: Hermione Granger/James Potter

Characters: Hermione Granger, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom, Emmeline Vance, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mary Macdonald, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Various Weasleys, Lily Evans Potter

Additional Tags: Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Violence, Canonical Character Death, AU - Canon Divergence, AU - Time Travel, AU

Notes: Oh my goodness - I absolutely love this story. The character development for James is so fascinating. The slow burn between James and Hermione and how they don't immediately get together, it feels way more natural. I'm obssesed.

(This is part of my year of recs. I'm trying to share some of my favorite stories on tumblr. I've set up a series of Soulmate recs for each month on the 15th, but these will be randomly dispersed throughout the year.)

Spolier below of ch. 25/68

Okay, but why did you choose a bowl of ice cream as the picture? Because this scene WRECKED me. It was so integral and important, but it was just such a heartwrenching moment. Specifically this moment:

Hermione reached out, looking at Harry's hands. "I'm sorry," she whispered, more to James than Harry. "I didn't mean to scare him or to—"

Angry and guilty, James shifted Harry to his other arm, pulling him further away from the witch. "Can you just . . . can you let me take care of my own kid, Hermione?" he snapped and then turned away, following Molly into the house.

AHHHHH! Like it still kills me. ABSOLUTELY AMAZING STORY!!

[littleemberlou]

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 CH 43

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“That… That makes so much sense!!” Petunia exclaimed excitedly, earning several confused looks from around the room. “The red hair, the dominating personalities, our protective nature! We’re related to Molly Weasley!”

“Who?” Jasper turned, to his wife in confusion.

Angie shook her head, silently saying she had no idea who their daughter was talking about. The girl in question missed their confusion, smiling to herself as Lucy’s fan-girling spilled past her lips.

“Oh, that’s just wonderful!! Isn’t it?” Petunia turned to Severus with excitement. The boy nodded slowly, a single brow raised at her while a small smile played on his lips. The reincarnate continued on, letting go of the black haired boy’s hand to fish out her journal. With little effort she flipped to an open spread, her pen gliding across the paper quickly.

“So, if Grandma Rosaline called Mum’s Uncle Gavin her cousin, their fathers must have been brothers, right? That mean Molly is Uncle Vin’s daughter, because we know Molly Weasley’s father was the head of the Prewett line because Fabian or Gideon were supposed to inherit it.” She paused to point her pen towards her mother, still still smiling wide. “They’re your second cousins, Mum! Isn’t that exciting!” The girl didn’t wait for a response, continuing on. “I can’t believe I’m related to Molly Weasley! All her kids will be my and Lily’s third cousins! Oh, I can’t wait to meet them!!”

Petunia excitedly shook her hands, a mental image of herself sitting down at the Weasley dinner table came to mind. Of course, she was sporting a lovely purple sweater with a large letter ‘P’ on its front. Oh! This was so exciting!

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[sideprince]

It seems to me a lot of fans get confused between a character's limitations as the person they're written to be, and their intentions or value systems. It's a very human thing to have values we can't fully live up to, and it's also human for us to not realize this about ourselves. Characters written like this feel authentic and well-written. That doesn't mean they're beyond critique, by any means, but that rewriting their flaws is disingenuous to their canon selves, however well meaningly it's done (and I think that while I also don't like when I see this, I try to have patience for it - even if I sometimes fail at it - when I consider that some people might be projecting onto these characters through their revisionism because of whatever their own emotional needs are).

As to Sirius thinking Harry is James, we all know I'm on the Fuck-Steve-Kloves'-Revisionism bandwagon (I am the band, I am the wagon), but there was a grain of truth in what the films exaggerated:

“He’s not a child!” said Sirius impatiently.  “He’s not an adult either!” said Mrs. Weasley, the color rising in her cheeks. “He’s not James, Sirius!”  “I’m perfectly clear who he is, thanks, Molly,” said Sirius coldly. 

-OoTP, Ch. 5

There's a grain of truth in what Molly says here, I just think Kloves got it wrong (shocking). In the film this moment is absent, and is shifted and moved to the end, when Sirius calls Harry "James" during the battle at the Ministry, which isn't in the book, and has very different connotations.

My reading of the moment in the book is that Molly and Sirius are both protective of Harry in their own ways, and those ways clash because their personalities clash (could write a whole other post on how this is because Sirius is rebellious and emotionally stunted while Molly is the resident matriarch, and how this reflects the author's unaddressed conflict with gender roles and positing the hot young man as the fun rebel and the frumpy housewife as the authority figure who limits him). There's some truth in what Molly says, but only in that Sirius doesn't know how to relate to Harry as a godson instead of a friend - he wants to be a parental figure and sees himself as such, but doesn't have the skills to embrace the role as it requires him to. Molly, the consummate mother figure who's raised several children already, sees this and misinterprets it as Sirius projecting James onto Harry, and I think that the author does mean for us to read this as a hint that the line between parent and friend is blurred between Sirius and Harry, but not to the degree Kloves takes it to. (I also think it was a bad writing choice on Kloves' part to emphasize this reading right before Sirius dies, because it undermines the impact of Harry losing him as the parental figure he is. Kloves deliberately downplays their relationship at a crucial moment, and thus decreases the tension and dramatic impact of the moment when Sirius dies, but that's his M.O. as a writer so I'm not surprised).

How do you think Sirius felt about Lupin not reaching out to Harry before POA? Would he be angry or would he understand that Lupin’s condition (plus extreme poverty) would have made that difficult (along with his guilt and self loathing ofc)?

controversially... i don't think he gave a shit.

before i have the timeline up in arms, let me say that i'm an enormous fan of harry and sirius' canon relationship. the muddy paw-print good luck card - and the fact that sirius is the only person harry ever seems even vaguely child-like with, and the fact that harry knows that sirius is dead because he'd never disappear from his sight otherwise - lives rent-free in my head, and i understand completely why so many fans hate seeing the depth of their relationship devalued in service of a characterisation of sirius which is stupid, prissy, flaky, and fickle. because i'm one of them.

however... i must also be frank that there are some things which have emerged in reaction to this fanon devaluation of sirius' commitment to harry which i think are a little overblown. [and which have moved beyond "good godfather sirius black" to "flawless godfather sirius black".]

the reaction sirius is often written as having - within the canon timeline [alternate universes are alternate universes] - to harry's pre-hogwarts experience is one of them.

sirius is often taken as someone who's ready to murder the dursleys and whisk harry away from them at the slightest provocation. within such a characterisation, lupin's failure to check in on harry during his childhood - and, therefore, his failure to do anything about the neglect and abuse harry was experiencing - could be presumed to have sirius ready to tear his old friend limb-from-limb.

in prisoner of azkaban, sirius invites harry to live with him - not because he wants to rescue him, but because he's harry's legal guardian according to james and lily's wishes, and he wants to fulfil those wishes - but by order of the phoenix he takes the same view of harry living with the dursleys as everyone else does: that it isn't nice by any means, but that it is necessary.

that is, once sirius knows about the blood protection - which we can presume happens fairly shortly after prisoner of azkaban, since we know he and dumbledore write to each other - he's completely on board with harry staying where he is.

and this connects to something else i think the fandom has a tendency to overstate: the extent to which sirius intervenes in harry's favour against the rest of the order.

because - yes - sirius is absolutely right to say - on harry's first night in grimmauld place - that he should be updated on what the order have been doing while he's been in little whinging.

this is correct from an operational standpoint - and the primary flaw in molly weasley's argument is, as lupin points out, that excluding the children in the house only stops them learning accurate information about the order's mission, rather than information full stop.

and it also shows sirius' understanding of and respect for who harry is as a person. he's the only adult character in the book who explicitly recognises that harry objects to being infantilised, is frustrated with the information blackout to which he's subjected, and feels that his own contribution and usefulness to the anti-voldemort cause is being overlooked for no good reason.

but... even as we acknowledge this, we also have to acknowledge that - while he recognises that harry's feelings are valid - sirius never suggests that the order's treatment of harry is inappropriate, unnecessary, or unreasonable.

throughout order of the phoenix sirius takes exactly the same view as everyone else:

that harry should be subjected to an information blackout that he should remain in little whinging until told otherwise that he shouldn't be told he's being surveilled that he shouldn't be told about the prophecy and its contents that he shouldn't be made privy to the detail of the order's plans that he shouldn't be informed that he might be possessed and - above all - that dumbledore's decisions when it comes to harry are the right ones and dumbledore's interpretation of events which involve harry is correct

clearly, there's some tension in sirius and dumbledore's relationship in order of the phoenix. but this relates to sirius' view of his own experience - in particular, his struggles with seeing any non-active contribution to the order as valuable. when it comes to harry, he defers - like all the other adults in the order - to dumbledore.

and this is obviously going to affect how sirius understands harry's experience while he was in azkaban.

dumbledore explains to harry - at the end of order of the phoenix - that he was placed with the dursleys for his own protection. not only does the blood protection keep him safe from voldemort - indeed, it is the only thing [as both dumbledore and voldemort acknowledge] that does - but his separation from the wizarding world keeps him safe from voldemort's supporters. and while - yes - dumbledore is withholding certain, horcrux-related bits of the truth from harry here, the broader truth remains... harry is placed with the dursleys because it's the only way to keep him alive, and - regardless of whether the reader thinks this justifies what happens to him - canon is clear that sirius, whose only motivation is to keep harry safe, would.

which means that lupin wouldn't need to offer any explanation for not attempting to seek harry out beyond "dumbledore said not to".

i also think, as a post-script, that the fact that harry doesn't seem to be particularly bothered by his distant relationship with lupin - while sirius is alive, that is - is another reason why sirius wouldn't care about it.

sirius' priority - which i say not as a wolfstar-versus-prongsfoot thing but as a "these are the group dynamics in the canon text" thing - is james. lupin and pettigrew are both clearly his secondary friends while james is alive.

and so, while i reject the idea that he sees harry as indistinguishable from james - this is nonsense the films invented - sirius does nonetheless see harry as someone who takes the same role in society as james did [notice, for example, that he always imagines harry as a leader and the other child characters as followers]. this is the thing he perceives as the same across his relationship with harry and his relationship with james: that he is the only person seen as a peer or co-leader, rather than a follower. he can't envision harry feeling let down by lupin, because in this context lupin would have to have had power over harry to let him down.

if harry was angry at lupin himself - especially if harry framed this as being betrayed or shown insufficient loyalty - i think there's grounds to claim that sirius would share this anger. but i don't think he'd ever be inclined to manufacture it for himself.

[oscarisaacss-wp]

DYNAMICS IN DRAFTS — EDEN ORMAN & GEORGE WEASLEY in SKY FULL OF SONG.

“Eden Orman should have learned to keep her distance from George and Fred Weasley after the time in first year when they’d offered her a seat in day one of Potions class and she’d consequently sat on a fart cushion. Or the time in fourth year when they’d placed a toy snake in her bag after the entire school had learnt of the opening of the Chamber of Secrets. Or the time in fifth year when they’d mistaken Eden for their younger brother and had jumped out of some godforsaken passageway, resulting in two fractured noses and one swollen fist.

The truth was, Eden wasn’t the type to get involved with anything that would embroil her in chaos or unwanted attention, nevermind jump headfirst into a business agreement with the two idiots who’d been far too close to receiving two more fractured noses for the past two years. Except, of course, Eden had mistakenly walked into an empty classroom, came face to face with said idiots trying to breed Pygmy Puffs, and the rest, as they say, had as history.

Eden should have learnt after her many, many years of self-sabotage that listening to her head was always the right decision and never her heart. But, true of a girl who had never learned to say no, she finds herself entrapped in a legally (according to Fred Weasley) binding agreement with Hogwart’s most notorious knobheads… but let’s be honest, it could be worse. George Weasley isn’t the worst company.”

— An excerpt from Sky Full of Song, the Synopsis

i. pinterest ii. spotify

[pottermetaarchive]

“It’s a wrench, giving it to you,” said Fred, “but we decided last night, your need’s greater than ours.”

Prisoner of Azkaban, Ch. 10

The fact that Fred and George give Harry the Marauder’s Map really highlights how their friendship goes well beyond their just being Harry’s best friend’s older brothers. They were the first Weasley kids he properly talked to, even before Ron, and they’ve had Quidditch in common since long before Ron joined the team. They also share things, like the Map and that Harry gave them his Triwizard winnings, that are secrets even from Ron. Harry also never has trouble telling them apart, which is something their own mother can barely manage. I just really like that they have their own unique friendship.

[zeleniafic]

zel casts minor characters: the weasley-prewett family

arthur weasley (simon woods)

molly prewett (eleanor tomlinson)

fabian prewett (ruairi o’connor)

gideon prewett (ruairi o’connor)

muriel prewett (miranda otto/angela lansbury)

[hgwrtswttrs]

BIRTHDAYS CELEBRATION • CHARACTER POSTERS → molly weasley ii (September 13th, 2002)

generally easy-going and jokes around a lot

rebellious, she likes to go against what she doesn’t like

she always has something to say

very childish

feels like she disappoints her father by not being the perfect student or wanting to work in the ministry and instead of being passionate about quidditch

became a chaser in her third year and in sixth she became captain of the hufflepuff team

has ADHD, so she has trouble concentrating and learning

it can make her impulsive, unfocused and sometime she can’t regulate her emotions

quidditch help her manage it

likes history of magic, is one of the few subjects she excels

after hogwarts, she travels the world until she is proposed to be a chaser at pludemore united

can solve the puzzles of the eagle even when she’s a hufflepuff

she is a lesbian

came out to her parents two years after she left hogwarts when she thought she found the love of her life

she and lily are the most punished cousins ​​in all her hogwarts career

she has a cat, glenn, he is the son of crookshanks, a gift from hermione

is always helping cats from the streets, feeding and taking care of them

[gingergrabowski]

@mollywsley​

Hey, Molly. Gid and Fabs couldn’t make it, but here I am. All yours and your sons’! How can I help?

[selecaos]

MOLLY WEASLEY 32 — homemaker — accidental jack of some trades

so put down your roots and i'll plant this fallow field of mine with you / put down your roots together, we will watch this desert bloom

[strvngemagics]

where: st. mungo’s hospital when: nov 2, 2029 - noon who: molly & felix

the worst part of the healing process was waiting, molly decided. not the pain. the pain she could wrap her head around — it came and went in waves, crackling along the cuts that were now shiny pink scars and would eventually (hopefully) face from her face, chest, and stomach. the cuts from sectumsempra, she’d been told by her healer, were not meant to heal; whomever invented the spell created the countercurse that paris used to save her, but additional measures were still needed. molly very much wanted to body slam this person. until st. mungos was 100% sure the wounds would not reopen of their own accord, she was stuck in a bed, taking blood replenishing potions on the hour, rubbing dittany on her skin, and ordered not to move around too much. for an athletic type like molly, this sucked.

she was about to resign herself to counting ceiling tiles when she saw felix hovering in the doorway to her room. molly’s face broke into a wide grin — she winced, the action pulling on the tight skin of her scars — and lessened her smile slightly, though the mirth in her eyes remained. “fee!” she exclaimed, her voice hoarse. “please tell me you’re here to bust me out of this place. none of my nurses are cute singles and the food is terrible.”