#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

[mexicanpadfoot]

Peter betraying the Marauders because Gilderoy’s bullshit is gaining the wrong kind of attention from Voldemort and becoming a spy is the only way to ensure the safety of his love???

[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.”

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[pain-in-the-riri]

OH HELLO Everyone say thank you to @burningaurora and @flowerhawk-highinthesky for turning my fic Same Old Fire into a TTS Podfic!

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Same Old Fire Podfic

Wolfstar, 8k words, Explicit, Getting Together Fic :)

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[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?

[pangaeaseas]

One of the most devious evil things peter pettigrew does is he specifically sets out to ruin Sirius' life. Like we have no idea if betraying James lily and the order would actually be a crime in wizarding Britain, and the fact that Sirius is wanted for the street murders and the betrayal is mentioned later and separately could imply it's not. And we know many death eaters get off Scot free so. Like. Peter might not have been in any legal trouble for what he did. And the ministry and the death eaters are obviously more powerful than the order to hold off any retribution. Remus and Sirius alone are not a super massive threat! Assuming remus evemn believed sirius. Peter probably could have been fine post betrayal. But he decided to screw Sirius over, and also murder a bunch of innocent people which wasn't even necessary for screwing Sirius. And that says a lot about peter, his relationship with Sirius, and probably his relationship with james.

[thestralsofspinnersend]

An Ever Fixed Mark

Chapter 2

here on ao3!

She wondered what the difference was in the muggle and magical world when it came to despotic maniacs. What it took to overthrow a dictator. Was it so hard to combat Voldemort and the Death Eaters because there were just so few magical people? Was it a question of sheer numbers?

Or was there something else at play? Why could they not storm Malfoy Manor, where they knew he was, and just— shoot him? Death by firing squad. How insultingly and appropriately muggle. Hell, she thought she might even have the nerve to do it herself if given the chance. 

She tried to shake the troubling thoughts from her mind but being back in Cokeworth brought all of these bubbling, churning worries and memories to the surface as she continued walking towards the chapel at the end of Cherry Street, hoping she hadn't made a monumental error in judgement.

Half the block she walked down was cast in shadow, and she ducked into it, shielding herself from the unseasonably hot sun of late September. Passing the Railview Hotel with its white washed brick facade and peeling shutters, she felt a train as it passed just on the other side of the line of buildings, out of sight, rumbling the windows.

If she turned left at the corner, it would take her to her childhood home, and she had a moment’s wistful urge to go look at it. To go see the tire swing she and Petunia used to play on, where she first realised she could manipulate the energy in the air around her to force the swing higher and higher than it ought to go. To see if the door was still painted that dark purple her mother loved so much. To see if the agapanthus were still planted beneath the windows. 

But a different family lived there now. Since— well. 

[eden-writes-stuff]

can i pretty please have dorlene angst maybe one of them snapped on the other or or just jealousy type angst your choice ofcourse

tysm

Tags: dorlene, first war, angst, mention of a wound and blood, loads of crying, argument word count: 605

"Why won't you let me go?! This is important work we're doing here." Dorcas followed her girlfriend into the kitchen.

"Is it though? I mean, what we've been fighting for over a year and Voldemort just keeps getting stronger." Shocked, Dorcas took a step back. "So what, you're saying we should just give up?"

Marlene shrugged. If that's what it took to keep Cas from going back into the battlefield...

"Marls, we almost got killed yesterday!" The girl with the pink hair turned away and started making tea.

"Exactly!" "Exactly..." They both looked at each other for a moment.

"I feel like we have different 'exactly's there", Dorcas said, stepping next to the fridge.

"We almost got killed yesterday, so you can't go. What if today they are just a second faster? What if it isn't almost anymore?" Dorcas sighed, shaking her head. "If this is happening to us, this is happening to the others in the Order as well. We can't let them down. We signed up for this when we agreed to fight. We knew what it might cost. We said to do it no matter what it would take."

"Not you!" Marlene put the cup down harder than necessary, causing the porcelain to break apart. The good tea set she had inherited from her mother. Her hands were shaking. Dorcas knew that she was scared, they all were. But Marls had never let it show before. She wiped across her forehead, staring at the broken cup.

"I will not let it cost you. I can't... I already lost my family and I don't know where Remus is and Lily has to go into hiding, and-", she let out a pathetic cry. "You're all I have left."

Dorcas stepped forward, taking her hands into her own. One of them was wet. Blood.

She turned the tab on, carefully holding her girlfriend's hand under the warm water.

"I will be okay. I would never leave you. I'd rather die than die", she tried, but Marlene didn't laugh. She just kept on shaking and leaned her head against Dorcas' shoulder.

With a quiet sigh, she wrapped her arms around her, holding her close as the tears started.

Marlene was an ugly-crier. While Dorcas needed to have control over herself, even when she was vulnerable, Marlene was all red eyes, loud sobs, snorts and spit.

Dorcas was never bothered by it.

She softly stroked her back, while Marlene held onto her so tight she thought she was sure to hear her ribs crack. But it didn't matter.

"Oh, sweetheart." Dorcas carefully led them both into the living room, where she sat down on the couch, pulling Marlene into her lap.

"I don't want to lose you. I can't. If anything happens to you." She let out a heartbreaking wail, that almost had Dorcas crying herself. She hated seeing her beloved like this.

"I won't die. I'd never leave you alone. It's okay. I'm right here, sweet", she said, holding her tighter.

It took a good thirty minutes until Marlene had calmed down and stopped crying.

"We could just run off together. Somewhere nice. I always wanted to go to California." Cas smiled sadly at her. "Could you do that? Just leave the rest alone here? Deal with Voldemort by themselves?"

Sighing, Marlene shook her head. "I want that sick Bastard to die. Painfully would be good, but I'll take anything if that means we're rid of him."

"There we go. That's my Lene." She kissed the tip of her nose, while Marlene giggled quietly. "Shut up, you know I hate that name." 

But at least she was smiling again.

[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

[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.

[hp-fanfic-archive]

The Way The Light Looks by @stonecoldhedwig Pairing: James/Lily Rating: T Word Count: 710 She tastes like the morning. She tastes like the way the light looks, sharp and beautiful.

[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.

[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

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