#First War with Voldemort

[pandorasopenedbox3]

Regulus surviving the cave but losing all of his magic as a result of the potion is my favorite first war headcannon and I stand by that

[tomriddleshoe]

Back again with more Sirius Black fancasts: today's episode is billy mf crudup

We've also got post-azkaban sirius

[odillisea]

You ever think about how Remus and Sirius both thought each other was the traitor because of the very thing they wanted to be seen as more than? And how they both thought that the other was that one person that could see past it? A werewolf and a Black, both doomed to never be more than their curse and their blood.

[sliebman10]

Veritaserum

“You understand, Mr. Black, that veritaserum is a powerful truth potion and you agree to let us administer it?” Moody said, meeting Sirius’s steely gaze.

“Yes,” Sirius said shortly. He was done waiting and wanted to get on with it. 

“Very well,” Moody said, Summoning the clear vial. He gave Sirius a dropper which he drank from. They waited a few moments. “Now then. Were you the Potters’ Secret Keeper?”

“No,” Sirius said. 

“Then who was?”

“Peter Pettigrew.” 

Moody raised his eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“When was the last time you saw Pettigrew before 31 October?”

“The full moon a few nights before. We met in the forest.”

“With Lupin?”

“Yes,” Sirius said. He knew he was going to give away their animagus secret. It couldn’t be helped. 

“And after?”

“After the moon? I took Remus home and healed him. I don’t know where Peter went. I thought he went home to his flat.”

Moody nodded. “And what about Lupin? Was he part of the plan?”

“No,” Sirius said. “I convinced James to switch to Peter.”

“But not Lupin.”

“No,” Sirius said again. And here it was, he thought. 

“Why not?”

Sirius sighed. “We…we wanted someone who wouldn’t be suspect. Remus was already…under suspicion because of his condition.”

“Did you suspect him of working with Voldemort?”

“No…not directly. But he went on these undercover missions…” Sirius said. “We didn’t know what he had to say or do to maintain his cover.”

Word Count: 242

@wolfstarmicrofic

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

in an au where james and lily survived, it is so important to me that james is just so gobsmacked at having bad mental health. obviously, when he's going through the war, he does, and he understands that! but when it's over, he just cannot fathom that it has these very, very long-term consequences. he's not unintelligent, he knows through sirius that traumatic events ruin your life, and they have very, very long-term effects. it's just so weird for him to go through it personally. he's had the most privileged childhood you can imagine, and once the war is over and he is just left with so many problems, and everyone around him has so many problems, he's just like, what do i do now? how am i supposed to be helpful? how are they supposed to rely on me when i am literally just as broken as they are?

[meloms-ao3]

Two Kudos Tuesday VIII Hello fanfic enjoyers! 💖 Today I am giving you a heartbreaking scene, taking place after James Potter and Lily Evans deaths. The name is Hold On, it's a song/lyric (micro)fic and has 740 Words! Pairings: James Potter/ Lily Evans, Sirius Black/ Remus Lupin Rating: Mature A song/lyric fic has never gotten me as bad as this one. I started crying and now I am still sad. And I'm loving it. If a fanfic can bring out this much emotion from me, I just KNOW that it's good. Please give it lots of love, Sirius in this fic definitely needs it.

@mundrakan , @annaliza999 , @my-castles-crumbling @missmoonfrost , @twokudostuesday

[corinnesamuels]

Guarding the Gates

Chapter 19: Half Past Ten

“You can’t be serious.” Lily laughs as James shrugs.

“Ask Remus when we get back to England. He threatened to hit me with a silencing jinx after a while.”

They’ve spent most of the morning in bed after Mr. Phillips’ security meeting. The Prime Minister didn’t have any obligations until the evening and decided to spend his day enjoying the grounds of the estate. Lily had to swat James’ leg after hearing him mutter something about having some ideas of what he’d like to spend his day enjoying. James, the lecher, only smirked.

They’ve been together all of ten hours, and he’s already driven her half insane.

Now they’re in bed—in bed!—sharing stories of all the times they’d sworn the other knew about their feelings. All the missed signals and all the times they’d gone out of their way to spend time with the other. Including the time James apparently tried to convince Remus to give up a few locks of hair so that James could make a Polyjuice Potion and go on rounds with Lily.

“And he never budged? Good on him.” 

James rolls his eyes. “Well, I offered him an obscene amount of Honeydukes once that made him hesitate. But he couldn’t be bought, turns out.” Then he looks down at her with a soft smile, and Lily feels her breath catch. 

This is really happening, she thinks. Her eyes flutter closed as he leans down to kiss her, his hands wandering across her bare skin as if he’s trying to memorize the feel of her.

“Do you know what else I’ve been wondering about?” Lily asks as James pulls her even closer to him, tracing lazy patterns across her hip before trailing his nose up the column of her neck and nipping at her ear.

“What’s that?” 

Lily is so distracted that she has a difficult time remembering what it is she’d been wondering about. “That muggle restaurant we went to before we left England, our server whispered something in your ear but I didn’t catch it.”

James pauses for a moment, furrowing his brow as he thinks. “You mean after we went to Gringotts? Neil?”

“That’s his name.” Lily nods. “He whispered something to you, and you looked at him and said ‘tell me about it.’” She imitates James’ voice at the end, pulling a laugh from him.

“He said you were the fittest fucking thing he’d ever seen.”

“You’re lying.” Lily gives him a playful shove. “Really, James. What did he say?”

“I’m being serious. That’s literally what he said. Verbatim.” James assures her. “And I couldn’t agree more. The boy has excellent taste. In women and in quidditch.”

Lily snorts and shakes her head. “He seemed like such a sweet kid.”

“He probably is love, just a sweet kid whose hormones have kicked in.”

Lily can only shake her head.

They’ve been quiet for a moment when James laughs again. “Is that what you think I sound like?”

“What?”

“Tell me about it.” James echoes Lily’s earlier impression of him.

“It’s a very good imitation! Even Marlene says so, and she’s not easy to impress.”

“Oh? You’ve done impressions of me before, then?”

Lily blushes, and the smile on James’ face turns mischievous. 

“Tell me.” He grabs her wrists, rubbing tantalizing circles around the inside of them with his thumbs.

Lily rolls her eyes and, with a dramatic sigh, begins to tell him about how frustrated she would find herself being after rounds during their seventh year. How she would complain to her friends about how she just wanted James to walk into the Head's office and say, “Alright, Evans?” before kissing her senseless. 

James shakes his head before letting out a laugh so loud Lily nearly jumps. She finds herself a bit miffed at it until he speaks again. “As hard as I worked to get on a first-name basis with you, it’s ‘Alright, Evans’ that gets you going? You should have just said so.”

Lily blushes again. “It’s not you using my name that does it. It’s the way I imagined you saying it, drawling, with that lazy grin of yours.” She bites her bottom lip as she imagines the scenes her 17-year-old mind used to create about him. And though they haven’t slept much, as she looks at his tousled hair and lips and hands … she finds herself wanting to act a few of them out.

They spend the next hour getting James’ ‘Alright, Evans?’ just right, practicing on parts of her body until they found themselves otherwise occupied.

“What time is it?” Lily asks later as she indulges in a languid stretch. She smiles as relief seeps into her tired muscles and even more as her skin brushes against James in the process.

James rubs a hand over the elongated angle of her body before she curls back into him. His glasses are sitting on the nightstand next to the bed, tossed there haphazardly as they’d returned from the morning’s staff meeting. She isn’t sure how well he can actually see her (I’ve got you close enough to see you just fine. He’d told her, before demonstrating what all he could do with their closeness), but the look in his eyes makes it seem as if he could almost see through her.

“Not telling.”

Lily laughs. “Why not? I wasn’t aware that the time was a secret.”

“If I tell you what time it is …” James trails his fingers across her skin, slower than before, as he dips his lips down to her neck. “Then you’ll want to put your clothes back on. And I’m trying to avoid that at all costs, you see.”

Lily’s hand goes into his hair as he continues his ministrations, allowing her eyes to drift shut for a few more moments. But as much as she’d like to continue James’ current pursuits, they still have a job to do. As her sense of duty pushes its way to the forefront of her mind, she tightens her thighs around James and flips them over so he is now lying beneath her. Lily doesn’t miss the way James’ face—and a few other things—light up at this new positioning. But she merely smirks as she reaches over to grab his watch from the nightstand.

“Half past ten.” She says as James groans in disappointment.

“I thought we agreed to not checking the time?”

“I never agreed to that, love.” Lily leans over to kiss him, sighing as James wraps one hand around her back and tangles another into her hair. “I’d say we have a little more time, though.”

But their time is cut short by a heavy knock at their door, strong and loud enough to jolt them away from each other and send them both reaching for their wands. 

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[picklesonjupiter]

Can we talk about how Severus was still in this mentality of being at war after Voldemort died the first time? Dumbledore told him that Voldemort would return and this wasn't the end. Severus got no time to believe that he was free from dealing with Voldemort. I bet he was hypervigilant all those years worried that Voldemort would return at any second and he would have to spy again. Severus didn't get a chance to deal with his trauma.

[siriusblack-the-third]

Si tu meurs, je mourrais aussi

"I'm going to murder her."

James looked up at Sirius, and Sirius felt his heart clench at the sight. He was lying on the hospital bed, splayed out black hair a stark contrast against the pristine white sheets. There was a bright pink burn scar all over the upper left side of his face, clashing horribly with the rest of his tanned brown skin. The worst, however, was his eye.

The left eye had lost its warm chocolate colour; it was now a dull, eerie steel grey that made Sirius want to cry and scream and throw shit around. Jamie's eye. His Jamie's beautiful brown eyes.

"I didn't lose my eyesight, you know," James said comfortingly, and Sirius let out a mirthless laugh. How ironic, that the one on the hospital bed with third degree burns was comforting the perfectly healthy person.

"I know," he replied, running his fingers through James hair in an ineffectual effort to try and untangle the knots. "That doesn't mean—"

Sirius can't get the words out. They lodge in his throat, reminding him of his terror when he realised the spell that had caught James, of the sheer mayhem he caused when he portkey'd into St Mungo's with James' limp, half-burnt body in his arms and screams for help on his lips. He thinks of the door to the operation room closing in his face, thinks of the six hours he spent pacing in the waiting room, still covered in James' blood, of the smell of burning flesh that clung to the very air around him and refused to leave him alone. He wants to tell James that he was utterly terrified, wants to say that he had nearly blown apart the battlefield in his efforts to get to James, had locked himself in the hospital bathroom and cried when he heard one of the Healers say James' heart had stopped.

The words lodge in his throat.

Instead, he bows down to gently touch his forehead to James' collarbone, nuzzling carefully into his jaw. "I love you," he murmurs, because that is all he can say— all he needs to say. James will understand. He always does.

"I love you too," comes the immediate reply, and the words never fail to make his heart clench with joy, but this time the joy is met with fear. Fear that the next time, Sirius won't be quick enough, skilled enough, careful enough, and that it would get James killed. Fear that if James died in this war, Sirius would lose himself.

Bellatrix's mad laughter still rings in his ears every time there is a lull in the noise around him.

His curls the fingers of one hand into a fist even as the other hand drags gently through James' hair, and presses a soft kiss to James' collarbone.

"I'm still here, Sirius," James whispered. "I'm still alive. I'm not going to leave you."

He doesn't make a promise. Sirius doesn't expect him to. This is war, and they both know that more often than not, people do not come out it unharmed and without losses. There is every chance that in a future battle, either James or Sirius might die. They know better than to make promises they may not be able to keep.

"I'm still going to murder her," Sirius whispers back, and there is steel in his voice— the kind that tells him the Black Madness is close to the surface.

"I'd be mad if you didn't," James answers instantly, and Sirius snickers inspite of himself. James chuckles quietly with him, and his chin knocks against the crown of Sirius' head, making him hiss.

"I'm not kidding Jamie," he says, so quiet it's almost inaudible. "I am going to rend her limb from limb with my bare hands."

James gives him a look, and Sirius realises that James was aware of that. James knew, and he still—

Sirius breathes out. "You, James Potter, never fail to surprise me with how willing you are to accept me."

James chuffs in faux annoyance. "You're my best friend, you idiot. You're my lover. I know you inside out, and I love everything about you."

Sirius smiles, soft and fond, and brushes a lingering kiss over James' lips. "I was so terrified, Jamie," he chokes out. "Fuck, I thought you were already dead, and then the Healers shouted about your heart stopping and I—"

A wet sob rips itself from his throat, and he feels James raise his hand to tug gently at his hair. Two tears fall from Sirius' eyes onto James' cheeks and slide down to his jaw.

"Shhh, Sirius, it's okay, I'm fine."

"You're not, though," Sirius sniffs, lifting a hand to wipe the salty water from James' face. "Your eye—"

"It looks kind of cool, doesn't it?"

Sirius stares incredulously at him. For a second, there is nothing but silence. Then, both of them burst into giggles. If Sirius' laughter sounds a little more wild than it is supposed to be, James does not say anything.

"You should sleep," he says to James when they have calmed down. "The Healer told me you need to rest."

James groans theatrically, but Sirius gives him a raised eyebrow, and he subsides with a huff. "Fine," he mutters petulantly. "But only if you sing me a song."

Sirius laughs silently, and nods. When he starts singing, he changes the tune from the original to something quiet, soft, and simple.

"Tant qu'l'amour innondera mes matins, tant qu'mon corps frémira sous tes mains," he sings, and James' eyes flutter shut. "Peu m'importe les problèmes."

The song is a couple of decades old, but Sirius has heard his grandmother Melania sing it for Arcturus. Right now, he thinks it fits the situation very well.

"J'irais décrocher la Lune, J'irais voler la fortune, Si tu me le demandais."

James' breathing slows. He is at the brink of sleep but not yet completely sunk into his mind, and so Sirius keeps singing, voice soft and hand running gently through James' hair.

"Si un jour, la vie t'arrache à moi, Si tu meurs, que tu sois loin de moi," Sirius can't help the hitch in his breath, but he swallows down his tears and sings, voice trembling with the memory of how close James had come to death. "Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes, Car moi je mourrais aussi."

He stops and stares down at his James, tucking a black curl behind his ear and leaning down to press his lips to his forehead, murmuring the last two lines into his skin. "Mon amour, crois-tu qu'on s'aime? Dieu réunit ceux qui s'aiment."

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@padfootastic @pan-diasaster @narcissa-black-supermacy @fiendishfyre @in-flvx @ad1thi @the-chaosbringer @xxmysticrose18

Explanation: James got blasted with fiendfyre in the face point blank by Bellatrix. His left eye is now grey, but the loss of eyesight isn't severe. This comes from my own experiences in the last year and a half. For context, here's a badly taken photo of my eyes:

(the eye looks blue bc of the filter but it's actually grey)

[marauders-tiktok-curator]

understand

[athenasparrow]

Jily Valentine Exchange 2023

Well, it's been revealed! Here's the first Jily Fic I ever wrote. I took the enemies - friends - lovers prompt from @oneofthesirens and went a bit off the usual track. Hope you still enjoy Xx

Huge thanks to the wonderful human running @jilymicrofics Xx You made this happen and we all have an abundance of new Jily content to bask in because of it : )

Read on AO3 | 12, 194 words

“I’m glad she left” James slurred, a nearly empty bottle of firewhisky hanging limply in his hand. The room was dark and sorrow was a heavy blanket.

It was the first time he’d confided this thought out loud.

It was rather fitting that such a dark thought be confided in a room of men drunk on firewhisky, smelling of blood, sweat and pain.

He felt Remus’ gaze heavy on him, far more knowing than the downed firewhiskey in him should have allowed. Sirius’ hazy look let him know he was barely there and Peter couldn’t lend himself to complex feelings completely sober, so unsurprisingly, a confused expression adorned his face.

He held Remus’ gaze for a moment, before turning back to head into the safehouse.

OR: James loses the love of his life and spends the next decade drowning in pain and loss as he fights a never ending war.

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[pandorasopenedbox3]

I’m not sure if someone’s said this before but I’ve always felt that Regulus could’ve very possibly been groomed as a child (And many other children that joined the death eaters upon adulthood).

Can you imagine Riddle visiting the Black’s when Sirius and Regulus were young to gain support. Can you imagine him targeting not the adults of the house but the children that were going to inherit it in probably less than a decade. Can you imagine little 10 year old Regulus Black, who’s advanced at magic and often quiet in contrast to his older brother who fights back. Imagine how Riddle would see this impressionable but powerful child from one of the greatest pure blood families in the UK and immediately seize that opportunity. Especially after Sirius starts at Hogwarts and Regulus is stuck there scared and alone. Riddle showing up randomly to play with him or take him for ice cream or whatever Regulus wanted. Him pretending to care and listen to Regulus and Regulus finally feeling like someone loves him. Seeing a second preferred father in Riddle.

When Regulus starts school he writes to him sharing everything and Riddle writes back short replies and keeps an eye on him. Regulus and Sirius starting to fight because of their family’s ideals. Riddle starts planting doubt in regulus’ mind about how much Sirius truly loves him, picking James over him etc.

The years go on, Riddle is the one there when Sirius leaves. Regulus beleives every word he says bc he truly thinks he’s the only person to have ever truly cared about him.

Regulus starts getting scared by the war. He doesn’t want to kill people, he knows it’s wrong, but when someone you idolize is constantly putting in your head that this is the right thing and those people are actually hurting you then you start to believe them.

The thing with manipulators tho, is they tend to get paranoid. Regulus starts getting really close with Dorcas Meadows who is a blood traitor. Riddle makes him take the dark mark. Oh his best friend Pandora Rosier leaves her pure blood family to get away from the war. Forces him on his first mission and to physically kill a civilian which Reg has protested against adamantly. His one thing is he didn’t want to have to kill someone. He starts using all these threats on Reg, but he does it slowly enough that he doesn’t notice. Still Reg is beginning to get cautious around him and go behind his back (as teenagers do, he still sees Riddle as this person who loves him so he’s not necessarily afraid but he starts to fight back little by little)

But oh the kicker is when Reg stays friends with Pandora, behind his back. Oh now this time Riddle takes Kreature. And that just happened to be one step too far.

Imagine 17 year old Regulus lending his beloved house elf out to his mentor, his idol, his father figure and expecting for him to treat this person regulus loves more than anything well and send him home safely only to find out how awful that person is. Imagine Regulus sobbing on his bedroom floor because nothing he thought was true in the last 7 years were real. Riddle never cared about him, he was a weapon, a thing to be controlled. Finding out everything he was taught was a lie and wrong and he should’ve just trusted his gut god damn it and left with Dorcas and Pandora. Imagine regulus realizing his brother was right all along and he loved something that would never give him anything real back. Imagine Regulus Black putting all of his hatred and spite into killing the man that had ruined his life. Imagine him signing that letter knowing Riddle was the one who taught him how.

I could say so much more about this situation and how much it hurt him. And now I’m just sad for that poor lil boy. They were children.

[mccallw]

wolfstar microfic January 13 - uncertainty

“These are times of danger and– and uncertainty.” Sirius says, and Remus observes him for a moment. Something clicking. Something hurting.

Srius’ eyes, full of doubt. Directed at him. Doubting him.

“You think it’s me…” he says, words barely louder than a whisper. Sirius’ eyes widen, big pretty eyes that drop every bit of doubt to be replaced by fear, by shame, and then the doubt comes back. He sees a single tear falling down while he feels his own eyes sting.

He chuckles in disbelief. Then shakes his head. Then turns his back to Sirius. Then packs a rushed bag. All in mortified silence. Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal.

Remus doesn’t look back when he exits the flat.

It all comes crashing down after that.

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@wolfstarmicrofic

[jadore-gryffindior]

CAN SOMEONE HELP ME FIND A FIC??

I read it ages ago and now i’ve been looking for hours without finding it. It’s basically:

Peter was never made secret keeper. It’s either still Sirius or they switched to Remus. I can’t remember which but the important thing is that Peter thinks it’s Sirius.

Peter tries to ask Sirius for the Potters’ location (obvs for Voldemort) but when he doesn’t get it he knocks Sirius out and somehow gets him to a cellar where the death eaters hold him captive.

Voldemort himself is helping with torturing Sirius in an attempt to get him to talk but Sirius won’t budge.

Voldemort uses Legilimency and makes Sirius remember things and even image things that hasn’t happened. Like some real f:d up shît.

And with f:d i mean like REAAAALLLY messed up. I wouldn’t even wish that kind of torture on Umbridge.

It’s not We can be heroes. It’s a couple chapters at least but I can’t remember how long it was.

I’m 99% sure it’s Wolfstar because I haven’t read non-wolfstar fics in years.

All help is appreciated ❤️

[sliebman10]

Blood Replenishing Potion

As soon as Remus came through the Floo, heavily leaning on James, Sirius sprang into action, shouting instructions in full Healer mode.

"He's going to need Pain Killing and Blood Replenishing Potion. Dose and a half," he said as Lily started measuring and pouring.

He helped James carefully lie Remus out on the sofa. "We got ambushed," James said quietly. Sirius froze for a second, willing himself not to feel anything until Moony was stable.

Later that night though, he sat on the end of the sofa, with Remus's head in his lap. He ran his fingers through his curls, unsure if he was comforting Remus or himself.

Then Remus gave a cough and tried to sit up. "Moony? Oh thank Merlin," Sirius said a strangled voice, finally letting his emotions catch up to him.

Word count: 135

@wolfstarmicrofic

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

where is the content on post-war bpd, ptsd, anxious attachment disorder, disorganized detachment, derealization james potter