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Harry Potter/The Magnus Archive crossover fic

Harry Potter and The Archivist: Chapter 3

Rated: M

(Tags: Tim stoker/Jonathan Sims, Harry is raised by others, Good Hermione Granger, Good Ron Wesley, Bad Dumbledore, The mechanisms were jons old band, trans Jon, mentioned child abuse, fears)

[ Chapter 3 ]

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The woman's nails clacking against her keyboard was the only sound in the waiting room, her brows drawn together and her dark blue eyes hard as she focused on her typing, the ginger haired woman looks at Jon and Tim before her eyes settle on Harry.

“Are you the one that needs to talk to the police, young man?” She asked in a gentle voice.

Harry's nods, staying quiet, his shoulders drawn up almost to his ears.

She nods and types something on the computer, “Can you tell me your name?” The woman asked.

“H-Harry Potter.” Harry stuttered out, his grip on Jon's hand tightening so much Jon was afraid the boy might pop one of his fingers out of the socket.

The woman nods again, “Harry Potter,” she sounds out as she types in into the document, “When's your birthday?”

Harry looks at the woman and looks at Jon, his eyes full of confusion before he looks back at the woman.

“I dont know.” Harry mutters, his small voice full of shame, like it was his fault that he didn't know his own birthday.

The woman's typing pauses for a second before continuing, she turns her gaze to Jon, “Do you know his birthday?” she asked.

Jon nods, “Yes, it's the thirty-first of July.” Jon says, and looks down at Harry, the small boy looking up at him with shock written on his face.

The woman types Harry's birthday into the computer, “Why do you suspect child abuse?” She asked.

“Because my aunt who was raising him called me to take him in before seven thirty or else she'd leave him at the firehouse.” Jon explained.

The ginger woman's blue eyes widened a bit before nodding and continuing to type, “So you are related to Mr.Potter?” The woman asked.

“Yes, he's my cousin.”

The woman nods again and doesn't ask anymore questions, his typing fast. She hits send on the document and picks up the phone that's on the desk, she pushes a button and waits as it rings.

“Officer Scott, I have three people here who are wanting to file a case and I need three officers to take their statements.” The woman said, her voice still light.

She hums a bit in agreement at whatever Officer Scott was saying.

“It's a child abuse case.” She said.

A few more minutes of silence before she nods.

“Exactly, thank you Officer Scott.” She says and hangs up the phone before turning her gaze on the trio in front of her.

“Officer Scott will be out in a moment to take you three to the back where three other Officers will separate you and take your statements.” The woman says.

Harry starts hugging Jon's leg with his empty hand, he buries his face into Jon's slacks and shakes his head.

“I don't want you to leave.” Harry whimpers, hears now soaking through the fabric of Jon's slacks.

Jon kneels down and moves Harry around so he can hug the boy properly.

“I'm not leaving you,” Jon said, his arms tightening around the boy, “I'll just be in another room talking to another cop while you talk with one.”

Harry just shakes his head that's now buried in Jon's shoulder.

Tim puts a comforting hand on Harry's head and runs his fingers through the messy curls.

“We won't leave you, I promise you that.” Tim says gently.

Harry pulls his face off of Jon's shoulder to look at Tim, tears in his bright green eyes.

Harry sniffs wetly, “Pinky promise?” Harry asked, the tall man as he raised his small delicate hand out, his hand in a fist but with his pinky finger held out.

Tim's eyes widened a touch as Harry's words echoed words of someone who was no longer alive. Tim's eyes watered a bit and he held out his pinky and wrapped it around Harry's much smaller one.

“I pinky promise me and Jon won't leave you.” Tim promises, his voice brittle and a ball in his throat, Tim makes a promise to himself he'll never let Harry believe that he'd ever leave him by himself.

Harry smiled, tears still in his eyes as he wrapped his pinky around Tim's, happy the older man promised. The sound of a door opening had the three turning their head to look and saw a tall man in a police uniform, his postur tense, his gray eyes hard as he looked at the trio.

“I'm officer Hamish Scott and I'm here to take you three into the back.” The man said, his voice husky from what Jon recognizes as a smoker's voice since his own voice started getting husky when he smoked.

Jon and Tim stood up, Jon kept a hold on Harry's hand and Tim made sure to stay close beside the boy and let officer Scott lead them into the back. They passed by other cops, some were sitting at desks, some were talking and one looked a bit familiar to Jon but before he could do a double take he was led away from Tim and Harry. Jon turns his head as a female officer leads Harry to a room beside Tim's.

Officer Scott closes the door to the interrogation room and has Jon sit in a chair. Jon sits down on the chair, Jon looks at the officer and really looks at his appearance. Officer Scott has tan skin, his hair black and slick back making Jon think about how Elias styles his hair. Officer Scott sits in the chair across from Jon and in his hand is a clipboard that Jon didn't realize he's been holding.

Officer Scott clears his throat and flips through some of the papers before looking at Jon.

“How are you related to Mr. Potter?” He asked in his gruff voice.

“I'm his cousin, we share a great, great grandfather.” Jon said as he crossed his arms to keep warm, the room was chilly and was making the tips of his fingers feel like they were freezing.

Officer Scott nodded as he wrote that down, “Do you know why Mr. Potter was put in Mrs. Dursley’s custody?” Officer Scott asked.

Jon nods with a heavy heart, “Yes, his mother Lilly died of a gas explosion around Halloween,” Jon said, his throat feeling like a ball was stuck in it, “I knew he was place in Petunia’s custody but I didn't know she still hated her sister to such a degree.”

Officer Scott nods again and writes on the paper on his clipboard, “When did you notice that Mr. Potter was being abused bad enough to take him from her?” The older man asked.

“I didn't,” Jon said “Petunia wouldn't let me visit him, the only reason I found out about the abuse is because I was buying him some new clothes and I saw…” Jon's words trailing off as he remembers the dark bruises on Harry's stomach and the scars.

“You saw?”

Jon sucked in a shaky breath, “I saw a big bruise on his stomach like he was punched or kicked in the stomach,” Jon said, his grip on his own arms tightening as he described Harry's wounds, “He has scars on his back and shoulders.”

The hazel eyed officer’s hand tightens around the pen he was writing with as he writes down what Jon was saying.

“Did you ever suspect Mr. Potter would be abused by Mrs. Dursley?”

“I honestly didn't think that Petunia would sink so low to take her anger out on her dead sister’s son.” Jon said honestly, he knew she probably still held bitterness but never thought she'd abuse the boy or would let her husband hurt her only nephew.

The Officer continues to write, “Why did Mrs. Dursley have such anger towards her sister?” The man asked.

Jon tells the officer the same story he told Tim, how Lilly got into a fancy school, how she got higher grades than Petunia and how Lilly married a young Lord. The officer nods as he writes and writes and writes.

The questions keep going, Jon can feel himself getting tired as the clock on the wall to the right of ticks loudly in the mostly empty room, Jon's hands now rubbing up and down his arms trying to warm himself up in the chilly room. Officer Scott is quiet now, he's reading what he wrote down making sure he wrote everything correctly. The older man sighs and rubs his eyes.

“Hate working abuse cases,” The gray eyed man said tiredly as he shifted through the papers, “Kids shouldn't be hurt like that.”

Jon nods, “Yeah… Harry is so small and I can't even imagine how anyone could raise a hand to the kid.” Jon said quietly, he remembers looking in Harry's eyes, how the child had the look of someone that is forcing themselves not to hope because the last time they did it landed in heartbreak.

The officer stands from his seat.

“Thank you for answering my questions Mr. Sims.” Officer Scott said, signaling for Jon to also stand.

Jon stands and follows the officer as he opens the door and walks out, Jon sees Tim sitting in a chair next to a closed door. Tim's leaned back, his eyes closed and his leg bouncing with nerves. Tim's eyes snapped open at the sound of Jon's footsteps coming closer to him.

Tim sits up looking at Jon with a worried expression, “You ok?” He asked as Jon sat in the chair next to the asian man.

Jon nods with a sigh, feeling more tired than he was when he got the dreaded phone call from his aunt Petunia.

“Yeah, just stressed from everything.” Jon admitted, his voice defeated, the emotional rollercoaster of a day is getting to the long haired man.

Tim pats Jon's back gently with a face full of understanding, his eyes holding a bit of sympathy as he looks at how tired his boss looked. The tired look, the graying hair and the dark green sweater Jon was wearing makes him look older than he is so he probably looks ancient to Tim right now.

“I get it, boss man,” Tim said as he pulled his hand away and leaned back in his chair again. “It's been a long day.”

“Yeah,” Jon sighs, he pulls out his phone and checks the time and sees how late it is, “Jesus, it's almost eleven.” Jon said as he leaned back into his out chair.

Tim let out a small groan and stretched a bit, “No wonder I'm so tired, God damn.” Tim said with a yawn.

The two men sit in the stiff seats next to the room that Harry was in, they watch the clock tick on by, Tim starts pacing and Jon gets a cup of water before they sit back down. When the clock hits twelve thirty the door of the room finally opens showing a brown haired female officer and a tired eight year old.

Harry looked tired and looked like he cried but as soon as his eyes saw Tim and Jon still there, his eyes brightened and a smile grew on his little face.

“You're still here!” Harry exclaimed, running up to Jon and giving him a hug as the older man stood up.

Tim let out a chuckle and patted the boy's messy dark hair, “Of course we're still here, I pinky promised.” Tim said gently.

Harry looked up at Tim with a grin as he hugged Jon's legs tighter.

The female officer cleared her throat causing Jon and Tim to look at her, her brown eyes gentle but stern as she looked at Jon.

“From Mr. Potters statement we can confidently say that Mr and Mrs. Dursley will be brought in and booked,” the officer said as she walks the trio to the door to the waiting room, “Mr. Sims, you are now the guardian of Mr. Potter and you can call anytime to check on how the case is progressing.” She said as she opened the waiting room door.

Jon nods with a thankful look on his face, “Thank you officer.” Jon said as he shook her hand.

“Just doing what's right,” She said with a smile and gestures to the waiting room, “Now get going, Mr. Potter looks like he's about to fall asleep standing.”

At the officers' words, Tim and Jon looked down at Harry and saw him sway on his feet, a hand under his glasses rubbing at his eyes and letting out a big yawn.

Jon feels a swell of warmth fill his heart as he sees the tired boy's actions, he leans down and gently picks up Harry. Harry instantly wraps his arms and legs around Jon and tucks his face into the older man's neck, his breathing soft and his glasses cold against Jon's neck.

Jon gives the female officer a nod and walks into the waiting room with Tim, giving the receptionist a thankful look before walking out of the police station. The two men walk to the car, Jon gently setting Harry in the back and buckling him up before getting in the front, Tim starts the car and starts driving to Jon's apartment.

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Tim pulls into Jon's apartment's parking lot, Jon gets out, opening up the back door and getting Harry out, he holds the child as Tim grabs some of Harry's new things.

Tim follows Jon to his apartment, he's curious about how the other lives. Was it messy, did he only have a couch and no TV? Or is he a neat freak? The questions were swirling around in Tims mind as they got closer and closer to Jon's apartment.

Jon struggled a bit to find his keys in his pockets but he got them in his hand, unlocked the door and opened it and walked in.

Tim looks around at a perfectly normal apartment. A small TV, a couch, some pictures on the wall of a smaller Jon and an older woman. Tim could see some statements that Jon brought home on the coffee table next to an empty mug. Tim didn't know what he was expecting but him now knowing what Jon's apartment looks like was kinda anticlimactic.

Jon goes down a small hallway and walks into his room, he pulls back the dark blue cotton blankets, gently laying Harry down, covering him up and taking the boys glasses off, folding them gently and placing them on the bedside table before giving his hair a gentle stroke and leaves the room.

Jon walks back into his living room to see Tim opening up random drawers and cabinets.

“Being nosey?” Jon joked with a chuckle as he saw Tim jump at the sound of his voice.

“Oh- hey boss!” Tim said, stumbling over his words, “I was just… being nosey.” Tim admitted, with a sheepish grin on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Jon shakes his head with a chuckle as he walks into his kitchen and starts making a pot of coffee. Jon can hear Tim follow him into the kitchen, he doesn't say anything, just watches Jon scoop out some coffee grounds, putting them into the filter and closing the top of the coffee maker. The kitchen is quiet as Jon walks around, putting up some sippy cups and plastic cups with the same blue cartoon dog that Harry has taken a shine too.

Tim watches Jon put Harry's stuff away in the kitchen, he watches as Jon washes and drys the small plastic dishes and puts them away next to his porcelain dishes, proof that Harry is now living here in the graying haired man's apartment.

Jon pores two cups of coffee, he sweetens Tim's coffees to the intense sweetness he normally likes and Jon just scoops two teaspoons of sugar into his own mug. Jon hands Tim his mug and blows on his coffee till it was the perfect temperature to sip from.

Tim sips his coffee, his thoughts all over the place, from Harry's abuse to Jon's coming out and to how much Harry reminds him of his little brother when he was that age.

Tim sighs, the night finally catching up to him.

“Why did you call Harry your nephew when he's your cousin?” Tim asked, he's been thinking about that question since he heard Jon call himself Harry's cousin.

Jon shrugged, “it started with Lilly calling me uncle Jon when she was pregnant with Harry,” Jon said “She would talk about how much Harry would love his ‘uncle Jon’ and how much he'll love me reading to him.” Jon's voice trailed off, his voice thick with emotion.

Jon sucked in a shaky breath, “She was like my sister and I feel horrible about not forcing Petunia to let me see him.” Jon said with a dry sob.

Jon places his mug on the kitchen counter, not wanting to spill any of the hot liquid as his hands start to shake.

Tim places his mug beside Jon's and pulls the shorter man into his arms, Jon's head tucked under the taller man's chin, face buried in his chest. Jon's shoulders shake with his silent crying and Tim keeps him wrapped tightly in his arms, whispering ‘It wasn't your fault.’ and ‘He has you now’ into Jon's hair.

Jon pulls back after a few minutes, wiping his eyes with a wet sniffle.

“I'm sorr-” Jon was cut off.

“No,” Tim shakes his head “Don't say you're sorry for crying, it's been a stressful day and if Harry was my cousin, I'd also be crying.” Tim says as he places his hands on Jon's shoulders.

“But I-” Jon was once again cut off by Tim.

“But nothing,” Tim said, his brown eyes holding so much compassion in them, “What your aunt did wasn't your fault and it wasn't your fault for not knowing.”

Jon looks at Tim, his own brown eyes red rimmed and teary still.

“You respected her design to not have you in Harry's life and she broke that little trust by being an abusive cunt.” Tim said, the taller man's words caused Jon to let out a snort.

Tim smiled at Jon's snort, “There you go,” Tim said as he gives Jon's shoulders a gentle squeeze and pulls his hands away, “Just remember that Harry's here with you now and he now has a chance to heal.”

Jon nods, “Yes, thank you Tim,” Jon said, his voice still a bit shaky, “I truly mean that.”

Tim gives Jon a grin and picks up his now slightly warm coffee.

Jon looked at the clock on his microwave and saw that it was two fifteen in the morning.

“It's two in the morning.” Jon said with a groan, feeling the exhaustion seep into his joints and making them ache.

Tim sighs, feeling exhausted from the stressful and emotional day.

“I should head out.” Tim said as he walked to Jon's kitchen sink, pouring out the rest of his cooled coffee.

“You can't dive while you're exhausted, Tim.” Jon said. He walked quickly to the closet next to his front door and pulled out some blankets, “You can sleep on the couch.”

Tim watches as Jon makes up the couch without hearing if the asian man even wanted to stay the night.

Jon pulls out two pillows from the closet before shutting the door and places them on the couch.

“Guess I can stay the night.” Tim said with a laugh, taking his jean jacket off and laying it on the coffee table, being careful to not cover any of the papers on the table.

Jon sees that and starts picking up the loose papers and putting them into a drawer.

“Sorry about the papers, I was reading some statements and checking out some leads when I couldn't sleep.” Jon admitted.

Tim was in the middle of unbuttoning his bright colored shirt, his white undershirt now exposed when Jon admitted following leads when he couldn't sleep.

“Double boss lets you do that?” Tim asked as he finishes unbuttoning his shirt and lays it on his jacket.

“Elias knows,” Jon said as he walks down the hall and walks into his room. Jon picks up some pajama pants that were a bit too big and walks back into the living room, “He even told me Gertrude even went off on her own when she was head archivist.” Jon tells Tim and hands the pajama pants to the older man.

Tim's nose curls a bit, “doesn't sound safe,” Tim says as he takes the pajamas, “Especially at night.”

Jon just shrugs his shoulders, “Bathroom is the door on the left before you get to my bedroom.” Jon directs Tim.

Tim nods and walks to the bathroom, closing the door Tim looks around a bit. Jon has a shower, the shower curtain is a simple white, the walls are a cream color, he has dark blue bathroom mats next to the shower and sink, on the sink is a cup with a toothbrush and razor. It wasn't decorated with pictures like the living room but it was very Jon.

Quickly changing into the gray pajama bottoms and washing his face, Tim carries his jeans in his hands as he leaves the bathroom and heads back into the living room and sees Jon in his pajamas.

Jon's wearing a gray shirt that was definitely too big for the lanky man, it had a ghost cat on it with the acronym ‘WTG’ next to the cat, the pajama bottoms were black and purple plaid.

“Nice shirt.” Tim said, startling Jon.

“Thanks, my friend gave it to me.”

“You have friends?” Tim jokes making Jon roll his eyes.

“Yes Tim, I do in fact have friends.” Jon snarks at Tim with a smile on his face.

Tim snickers as he sits on the couch that he's going to be sleeping on.

Jon walks into the kitchen and grabs two cups, one glass and one in a Bluey themed sippy cup and fills them with water, Jon walks back into the living room and sees Tim laying down and texting on his phone, the older man looks from his phone when he hears Jon walk into the room.

“I'm just letting you know I'm going to bed and that you're welcome to anything in the kitchen.” Jon says gently.

Tim grins, “I'll keep that in mind, boss.” Tim said with a thumbs up before going back to his phone, probably letting Sasha know what's going on.

“Goodnight Tim.”

“Night Jon.

Jon walks down the hall and into his room, the long haired man looks at the small body in his bed and sees that Harry has rolled around a bit, putting down the cups in the bedside table, Jon gently untangled Harry from the blankets and covered him back before laying on the foot of the bed and getting ready to sleep.

“Jon?” Small voice has Jon opening his eyes again, he looks over and sees Harry sitting up.

“Can you…” Harry's quiet voice trailed off.

“Can I?” Jon questioned as he sat up, “You can ask me anything, I won't be mad.”

“Can you… hold me?” Harry asked, his face flushing a dark red, “I had a dream.”

Jon rearranges himself so he's laying next to Harry and pulls him into his chest, the small boy snuggles into Jon.

“What dream did you have?” Jon asked gently, “Was it a good dream?”

Harry's head shook, his face buried in the older man's chest.

“A bad dream?” Jon asked, now concerned since Harry wasn't making any noise when he was asleep.

Harry's head nods.

Jon hums gently, ��Oh, bad dreams aren't fun,” Jon says “Do you want to tell me about the dream?”

Harry was silent and still, so still that Jon thought the boy fell back asleep till a muffled voice was heard.

“There was a woman, she had red hair and green eyes like mine.” Harry said, his face still buried in Jon's chest.

Jon's eyes widened as Harry described the woman in his dream. Jon knew who the woman was, it was Lilly, Harry's mother.

“She screamed and there was a green light,” Harry said, his voice a bit shaky, “She said she loved me.”

“Oh, Harry.” Jon croaked out, his arms tightening around the small boy. Harry's body starts to gently shake, tears start to seep through Jon's shirt.

“Why did that woman say she loved me?” Harry asked, his voice so small, so confused and so, so sad.

“Because she was your mom,” Jon said, his own voice shaky and full of sadness, “She loved you so much.”

“If she loved me, why was she a whore?” asked Harry as he pulled his face out of Jon's chest, his eyes full of tears.

Jon eyes almost bulged out from how shocked he was, what the fuck did Petunia tell Harry? Jon thought.

“She wasn't a whore, Harry. She was studying to be a teacher.” Jon explained, his voice brittle from the thought that his beloved aunt's child thought she didn't love him.

“She was?” Harry asked, “What about my dad? Was he a drunk?”

Jon shook his head, “He was training to be a cop.” Jon's voice a bit stronger, remembering how excited Lilly and James were to study and train in the field they wanted to work in.

Harry's eyes were wide, tears still in them, “Uncle Vernon lied?” Harry asked.

Jon nods, “yes, Vernon lied.”

Harry's eyes shine with heartbreak and tears start pouring down his face, the boy buries his face back into Jon's chest and starts sobbing, his body shaking violently from how hard he was crying.

“I thought they hated me.” Harry sobs out.

“They loved you so much.”

“I said I hated them once!”

“I'm sure wherever they are, they know you didn't know the truth and don't blame you.” Jon sooths, his hand brushing through Harry's messy hair and holding him close.

Jon just holds Harry as the boy cried himself to sleep and he continued to hold him tightly as he himself closed his eyes but Jon could've sworn that before he drifted to sleep, he heard a quiet ‘Thank you’ that sounded eerily like Lilly.

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#harry potter/the magnus archive crossover #harry is raised by others #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #the magnus archive fic #tma fanfiction #the magnus archives #tma fanfic #do not archive #chapter 3 #harry potter fic #fanfiction #fanfic #crossover fic #harry potter crossover

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recomendandburn · 11 months ago

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aerostaticsurrender · 2 months ago

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Do you remember running? The purity of the air around. / Im a child humming into the clarity of black space.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #jean vicquemare #harry du bois #they all had uniquely sad childhoods I think #Kim raised in a moral intern/delorian orphanage with all the other chidlren who’s parents were killed by the very same inst.#Jean was treated like he was diseased for the scaring left by the pox #he grew his hair out to hide behind but that only brought on a new type of bullying #Harry was so hard to picture as a child!#it made me very sad to realize he’s unrecognizable without all the damage from years of alcohol abuse #as for his sad childhood we know he was in gangs with boys who all ended up dying young #my art

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tiredofthehumanlife · 6 months ago

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Toddler Harry with space sheets and comforter. James and Regulus is tucking him at night. Regulus is busy putting away Harry’s folded clothes and James is tucking the blankets into Harry’s sides as tight as he can (burrito time). James and Harry are goofing about while James reads him his bedtime story but they're settling down right. Harry is literally about to pass the fuck out and he gasps so fucking loud Regulus drops his tinie tiny little jeans shorts. Harry goes “look dad its papa” and then points at the little Leo constellation and passes out directly after. James has never been so giddy, kissing Harry’s forehead. Meanwhile Regulus is on the floor sobbing drying his tears with Harry’s t-shirt

#at his moms’ house he has two rotating sets #woodland creature and the other one is unicorns #when the woodland creatures come out he's losing his mind #mom looks its dad and poiint to the deer #mom look its mama and pointing to the fox #inspired by my Mary and lily in my sims game #marauders era #marauders #regulus black #the marauders #james potter #the marauders era #james x regulus #jegulus #jegulus raising harry

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ialwaysknewyouwerepunk · 9 months ago

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the loneliness and sadness that creeps into you in a way that only growing up queer can cause. your parents can accept you and still make you feel like an outsider. your parents can love you and still reject parts of you. that old-fashioned kind of love where they think trying to mold you, make you tough, is better for you. or that quiet status quo where you just don't talk. and where everyone is accepted, though some are more than others. generations and generations it's just been easier to let it slide. to let it be. not cause a fuss. but then we sit there with a knot in our chests all our lives wondering how it got there

#this is about #all of us strangers #ofc your experience of a piece of media is molded by your own perspective #and i have been thinking a lot about growing up queer and how it still fucking sucked #for me. ten. twenty years ago. fuck it even five years ago #it still sometimes sucks #because i was raised without any queer representation around me #i was trained to be straight and to desire straightness #and anything remotely queer was mocked and bullied and judged #i saw it done by others and done to others so much that it's hardly surprising i did everything i could to Not be that #and the fact that i had to grow up that way #and that i still wouldn't feel at ease bringing a partner to a family event #makes my heart ache so much #i am often on my own and going home doesn't bring me comfort #it's like harry describes #it's just how it went #my parents didn't mean to make it like that #my mom even thinks it's sad #but she doesn't understand how it came to be #and i don't know if i can turn it around #adam's imaginings of how his parents envelop him with love and acceptance in the end #was a dream #but a painful one #a dream where your parents suddenly say all the right things #and for him they only did so bc they're dead and he could imagine whatever he wanted #/and still/ he imagined his mom rejecting his sexuality at first #literally so disgusted she can't drink her tea #oooooofofffffff.......#i need to think some more #my posts

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quillkiller · 11 months ago

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all im saying is ive never seen someone criticize those marylily or dorlily fanart/fics where they’re harrys mothers and theres no james in sight

#yall will force lily to be a mother bc of ’canon’ but yall dont care about james //responsibility// being a father ??#yall are not the feminists you think you are #the absolute stupidest reason to be against jegulus fr #’how can you take harry from lily?’ ok and what about all the wlw lily ships where they raise harry ?#where are you THEN ??? asking how they can take harry from james ????? WHERE ARE YOU THEN #a woman will always be nothing but a mother #even before she even is one #*lia voice* ever since she’s been a daughter she’s been a prisoner #why is harry ONLY lilys goddamn responsibility #free lily from being a young mother fr..#a dad is a babysitter and a mother has to lay down her life and freedom for the child #which is why yall dont actually care #you just want to be anti jegulus and loud about it #i dont even ship jegulus #ahfhsjsj #maybe reevaluate your stance on the heteronormative nuclear family dynamics and how they’re anti women #bc yall are just pushing the heteronormative agenda with this absolutely lacking take #ok anyway #interesting hill to die on from a girl who hates mlm ships having kids and doesnt ship jegulus #but thats a whole other thing #so!

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licnheartedd · 5 months ago

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this is. not my best writing but it’s 1am so have some proof that i’m working on chapter two of the jegulus + drarry vigilante au

#fic: until one of us forgets #the way i write this is so different to my other fics #i can’t explain it #marauders fanfic #marauders fic #jegulus #drarry #jegulus raising harry #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction

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t1oui · 6 months ago

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i uh

i might've gotten an idea for another wip

this (jegulus raising harry) will probably be a small part of it but i just had this scene in my brain so i wrote it

it's a muggle high school au where harry's just transferred to a new school and is a new student along with hermione :))

#hp fandom #harry potter fandom #hp #harry potter #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #jegulus raising harry #hermione granger #hermione x cho #(this will be featured in the fic)#harry x cedric #(also will be in the fic)#viktor x ron #(also in the fic)#+ more ships #pansy parkinson #(i love her so she gets her own tag)#as of rn she's going to be harry's first friend at the new school probably (other than ronald ofc)

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sommerregenjuniluft · 1 year ago

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@jegulus-microfic december 4 - glimpse - 1044 words - cw: mentions of sex and weed

another feat. of jegulus granddads because they set up camp in my brain<3 emjoy

James talks in his sleep.

Regulus feels very, very bad.

They’re currently crowded in front of the living room door with their grandkids because—

Because they’re a bunch of useless, horrible adults that have gotten way too tipsy on mulled wine last evening over charades. Regulus was riding high on his win over Harry in Monopoly and so he might have had one or two or three sips too many. Or cups.

And so when they’d all bid their Goodnights and gotten ready for bed, pleasantly tipsy and airy-minded—distracted what with James nosing at the dark curls behind Regulus’ ear as he was brushing his teeth and then the press of him, a hard line against the seam between Regulus thigh and bum, when he’d bent Regulus over to spit out the toothpaste into the sink—well, there’s no pleasant way to say that they forgot to put the bloody presents under the tree.

And Regulus often doesn’t wake up anymore after all the years of sharing a bed with his husband but he remembers having woken up to James babbling about ‘The gifts, honey- wait, the gifts’ and Regulus in his barely state of consciousness had simply told him to shut it, pulled James head into the crook of his neck and forced him to fall asleep again, goddamnit.

The looks on their three, round, big eyed, little faces had just about nearly broken Regulus’ heart and that was before he’d seen Harry blanch and turn white as a sheet.

Luckily Regulus has married someone who’s good at improvising and so James had casually draped against the doorframe and told them that, “Ah, don’t worry, loves– It’s a leap year! Santa always starts a little later to deliver the presents during those years!”

Which leaves them hiding out in the hallway right now while Harry quietly brings in the presents through the kitchen.

“Just a glimpse, Pops!” Louis whispers loudly, leaning his little body with all of his 5 year old body strength against where James has a single broad palm over his small chest.

“Nah-uh, Louibear,” James whispers back from where he’s squatting behind him.

Regulus knows his knees will pop something horrible when he stands up but the sight of his husband’s thick thighs filling out the pleated pyjama bottoms is making Regulus selfishly keep his smart mouth shut.

“But Grandpo-ops!” Louis whines.

Chelsea shushes him immediately and rather aggressively. She’s between Regulus’ knees, bouncing up on the balls of her feet every now and then, her pigtails tickling Regulus’ nose.

Teagan is draped over James’ wide back and continuously throwing Regulus conspiratorial looks and mischievous little smiles. She’s 8 now, the Santa bubble has already been burst for her.

Regulus winks back at her every time.

“We have to wait until Santa is done putting all his presents under the tree, bug.” James drives placating fingers through their grandson’s wild hair before he goes on in a gentle murmur, “If we go and disturb him now he’ll bolt out through the chimney, up on his reindeer sled and whisk away with half of the presents that were meant for our family, you see.”

Louis gasps horrified.

James bites down on the smile trying to break to the surface. It’s unfair how handsome he looks in the dim light with his hair sleep mussed and his trimmed beard sprinkled white like the snowflakes making their way onto the ground outside.

Regulus forces his eyes away when Chelsea makes a little pained, squirming noise. Like she’s barely suppressing ripping herself from Regulus’ loose embrace and dashing through the door back into the living room.

There’s a clatter of wood and then a badly imitated Hohoho from what Regulus recognises to be Harry.

Louis and Chelsea look at each other with wide eyes and then back at James and Regulus respectively, vibrating with anticipation yet waiting politely for permission.

His husband throws Regulus a warm grin, a hint of teeth and a glint in his chocolate brown eyes that makes his heart stumble a little in his chest.

Regulus rolls his eyes and gives him a single nod. He kisses the side of Chelsea’s head and tells her to go on.

She barrels through the door with a squeal followed closely by a skittering Louis where he’s hasting over the smooth linoleum after his sister in his too big, woollen socks. Teagan throws Regulus another excited grin and then rushes after her younger siblings as well.

When Regulus pulls out of his seat there’s only a faint sting in his lower back while as James follows the motion his husband instantly buckles under his renewed weight, joints predictably cracking several loud pops.

Regulus snaps out his arm for James to steady himself as this one grunts and pants under the pain and slowly lifts himself into an upright position.

Regulus snorts. “Getting old, Potter? Shouldn’t have been so enthusiastic with bending me over that bloody sofa ledge last night, huh…”

James growls playfully as he yanks Regulus closer by his arm though he catches his husband wince at the sudden motion of that half step.

He squeezes Regulus hip bone, right over the teeth mark he put there a few hours ago and then it’s Regulus’ turn to suck the air in through his teeth.

“Worth it,” James rasps low into his ear before kissing a fluttering path up Regulus’ jaw until he finally reaches his mouth, tilting his chin back with two fingers.

Regulus sighs happily into James’ mouth, shivers at the familiar sensation of beard rasping against his own stubbly skin.

They’re ripped out of the moment by Chelsea’s voice droning around the corner, “Gramps, look! Santa brought you dried cat grass for Mochi!”

“Cat grass?” comes Harry’s confused voice from the living room.

Regulus scrunches his nose at James, sharing the cluelessness. James shrugs.

Crinkling sounds, then Teagan’s voice, “It smells weird.”

“Fu– That is not cat grass, Chelsea!” Harry responds panicky, “Honey, please put that down right now. I’m not joking, sweetheart. No, gimme– unhg.”

Regulus raises his eyebrows at James but his husband simply tugs his lips in and hurries into the living room, presumably to help his son purloin the weed from his six year old little grandchild.

#sirius gifted the weed #they're visiting too probably (but still in bed)#still don't know who harry's significant other is lol #jegulus #jegulus microfic #lune’s tiny fic #jegulus granddads #older jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #regulus black #james potter #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #jegulus dads #jegulus raising harry

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gobullworth · 1 month ago

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casey harris more like hot dog

#bully #bully cce #bully canis canem edit #canis canem edit #casey harris #digital art #my art #caption is because he mentioned hot dogs once. he also mentions having an alcoholic father #i’ll be a father figure to these children (i’m not a father nor am i built for raising children)#i drew this a while ago i just forgot to post it. so here have it i don’t want it #i need to draw the other jocks at one point. ted is next on my radar. that or bo idk i might draw them all on one page #ok no more yapping i have to get dressed for school and tremble in fear because i failed to get my work done #i will not be upset if this flops casey is a character that adds little to nothing almost. many of the jocks are and it’s sad

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realitybitesyouknowit · 2 months ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Theodore Nott & Harry Potter, Nott Sr. & Harry Potter Characters: Theodore Nott, Harry Potter, Slytherin Students, Adrian Pucey, Hogwarts Students Additional Tags: Fluff, Selectively Mute Harry Potter, Sleepy Cuddles, Platonic Cuddling, Harry Potter was Raised by Other(s), Cuddling & Snuggling, Slytherin Harry Potter, Good Slytherins, Past Child Abuse, Alternate Hogwarts House Sorting, Hogwarts House Sorting, Book 1: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Brotherly Love, Protective Theodore Nott, Touch-Starved Series: Part 4 of Cuddles fics for touch-starved people [Multi-fandoms] Summary:

7 years old Harry Potter was found injured and abandoned by an old wizard and his grandson. Four years later, the Boy-Who-Lived goes to Hogwarts and is sorted into Slytherin alongside his brother in all but blood, Theodore Nott Jr.

#Harry potter #fanfiction #ao3 #Harry is raised by others #big brother theo #slytherin harry #Terrence is always a giant mother hen #grabby hands and cuddles

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kittykatwrittingxoxo1 · 1 month ago

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Hrry potter/The Magnus Archive crossover fic

Harry Potter and The Archivist: Chapter 1

Rated: M

(Tags: Tim stoker/Jonathan Sims, Harry is raised by others, Good Hermione Granger, Good Ron Wesley, Bad Dumbledore, The mechanisms were jons old band, trans Jon, mentioned child abuse, fears)

[ Chapter 1 ]

“End of statement.” Said Jon as he shuffled through the loose papers of the statement, the feeling of fear still heavy in his chest, it almost felt like the fear the statement giver felt was transferred to Jon when he read it.

As he was about to say his last thoughts on the statement his phone rang, startling the lanky man causing him to jump and snap his head to look at his phone that was on his desk, the number that popped up wasn't a number he recognized but did know the area code.

Picking up his phone he answers, “This is Jonathan Sims.” He said as he stood up to put the papers in their correct place.

“Jonathan Sims? Oh… you changed to that, ok.” Said a nasally voice on the other end of the phone, the voice made Jon pull a disgusted look on his face.

“Hello Petunia, so nice to hear from you, it's been so long.” Jon said keeping his voice leveled to keep the dislike from his voice.

A huff was heard through the phone “Yes, it has but I haven't called for small talk.”

Jon rolled his eyes as he started organizing the statements into some piles on his desk, one to read for later, one to give his assistants to research and one full of ones that didn't give him the intense fear like the others.

“I called to tell you I can't handle him anymore.” Said Petunia with a sniff

The words made Jon stop his organization, he knew who she was talking about, Lilly's little boy, the one who Jon only saw a handful of times before she went into hiding, something about some stalker?

Jon put the papers down sitting back into his rolling chair.

“What do you mean?” He asked in a steady voice but his leg started bouncing with nerves.

A shrill cry was heard in the background of Petunia's phone and her voice in a babying tone “Its ok duddykins, mummy just needs to be on the phone for a few more minutes then mummy's all yours!”

Jon rolled his eyes at her voice ”What do you mean you can't handle Harry anymore?” He asked, his tone irritated.

“I don't want it here anymore, I didn't want it in the first place and it's being…just like her.” Petunia hissed

Jon's stomach dropped at how she talked about Harry and Lilly, she wouldn't even say her own sister's name and was calling her nephew an it, Jon knew Lilly and Petunia didn't have a good relationship but to take it out on her dead sister's son was a new low.

“What do you want, Petunia?” Jon asked, letting his dislike of her seep into his voice.

“I need you to get it and keep it.” Petunia sniffed

Jon closed his eyes feeling a headache start to develop behind them, leaning back in his chair he rubs at his face, Jon thinks of the pros and cons on taking Harry in and how he'd put Harry into school on his archivist wages.

“Hello?” Petunia huffs the tapping of her foot can be heard through the phone.

Jon sighs knowing what he needs to do. “I'll come get him as soon as I leave work.”

“You better, if you're not here by seven thirty we will be taking it to the firehouse and leaving it there!” Petunia snapped before hanging up the phone.

The dial tone was the only sound Jon could hear, the headache that started small at the beginning of the phone call grew into a full blown migraine, setting his phone down Jon took some Tylenol with some of the left over tea that Martin had given him that had went cold, Jon puts the mug down before resting his elbows on his legs and hold his head in his hands. Jon doesn't know how to interact with a child much less know how to raise one. A knock on the office door snaps Jon out of his thoughts.

“Jon, Are you ok? We heard you having an argument.” Said Sasha, her voice sounding muffled through the wooden door. Jon lets out a sigh before getting out of his seat, going to the door and opening it, showing Sasha with a startled look on her face, her hair now sporting purple streaks and her glasses heart shaped.

Sasha was shocked that Jon opened the door, looking at him she saw his long hair was messy in a way that told her he was running his hand through it and his eyes look even more tired than usual.

“Are you ok?” Asked Sasha, her voice soft with concern.

Jon gives a sigh, “I've been better, just got off the phone with my aunt and….it didn't end how i'd expected it to.” Jon slides past her, walking past Tim and Martin as they sit at their desks actually doing the work that Jon gave them.

Both Tim and Martin looked up at Jon's words and watched him go into the break room. Tim raises his eyebrows in surprise at Jon even knowing where the break room is since he's never seen Jon take a break since he became the new archivist. Marin gave Jon's back a sympathetic look since Martin also knew what it was like with difficult family members.

Jon walks into the break room and starts a pot of coffee, his head still throbbing from the migraine Petunia gave him. As he watches the coffee pour into the pot he just keeps thinking about Harry and all the ways Jon could fail at raising him, Jon only had his grandmother as a reference on how to raise a child but Jon now knew how she raised him wasn't the best and how she treated him like an inconvenience then the child of her beloved son.

The coffee maker clicks off making Jon pull away from his thoughts and he pours himself a cup of coffee, the cup he was using is actually a mug that Tim got him on his first day as archivist that said ‘World’s Okayest Boss'.

Jon puts some sugar and some coffee creamer into his coffee and stirs it, taking a sip he sighs at the hot liquid warming his body up, he hadn't realized how chilly he's gotten. Jon hears someone walk into the break room with him, he turns around and sees Tim.

“Hey boss, you're looking more tired than normal.” The taller man said as he walked up to the coffee maker, he grabbed a mug from the cabinet above it and picked out his favorite mug which was a mug that had little frogs with little cowboy hats on their little heads.

Jon sighs as Tim pours himself a cup of coffee, he watches Tim put in way too much sugar and coffee creamer to be healthy before taking a sip.

Tim turns to Jon and leans against the table that holds the coffee maker and electric kettle.

“Ok, tell your favorite assistant what's wrong.” Tim says with a grin.

Jon feels his eye twitch and his migraine pinch the back of his eyes.

“My aunt just called and decided to be an awful person.” Jon says reluctantly.

Jon didn't want to talk about his family troubles but he does realize he might need some help with deciding on what to do with Harry.

Tim tilted his head to the side a bit, he could see that Jon didn't want to talk about his troubles but was doing it anyway. He watches Jon a bit and sees that the shorter man can't seem to stay still, Jon was tapping his fingers on his mug and keeps changing his weight from one foot to the other, seeing all of this tells Tim that Jon is really agitated and nervous so he's going to have to really listen to the dark skinned man.

Tim looked at Jon with concern in his dark brown eyes.

“What's she doing?” He asked, Tim takes a sip of his overly sweet coffee waiting for Jon to talk.

Jon runs the hand that wasn't holding his cup of coffee through his long hair and groans.

“My aunt has decided she can't raise my nephew anymore and wants me to take him in.” Jon says, his voice low so only Tim could hear.

Tim's eyes widened in shock.

“Huh?” Gasps Tim, he places his cup of coffee down on the table behind him and keeps leaning against it.

“She can't raise her son anymore?” Tim asked “Like is she going through money problems?”

Jon shakes his head. “Not her son, her sister's son.” He corrected

“Her sister died a few years ago and she's been raising him but she decided she no longer wants him since he's acting too much like her sister.” Jon explaineds, his voice bitter at Petunia's words.

Tim leans back a bit at Jon's words, he was shocked at someone just giving a child they raised away because they started acting like their dead parent.

Tim crosses his arms as he watches Jon take a sip of his coffee before asking some more questions.

“Did she not have a good relationship with her sister?” He asks, wanting to know if maybe Jon's aunt's sister wasn't a good person.

Jon shrugged his shoulders. “They had a good relationship when they were children but it got worse the older they got.” Jon said as he sat down in one of the chairs in the break room.

“Petunia was always very jealous of Lilly when they were growing up since Lilly got accepted into an elite school when she was eleven.” Jon sighed, still not believing how his day was going.

Tim nods trying to understand everything, he now knows the names of Jon's aunt’s, how one got into a fancy school when she was younger and how her sister became jealous because of that.

“Why would she be jealous of some fancy school?” Tim asked, knowing that fancy schools are still schools but with a pretty bow on them.

Jon shakes his head, his dark hair with graying streaks running through it falling into his face making him brush it out of his eyes.

“She always thought she was seen as second best and that Lilly was ‘abnormal’ so Petunia thought she should be seen as better than her younger sister.” Jon says with a shrug of his shoulders and takes a sip of his cooling coffee.

“It got even worse when Lilly married a young lord that she met at the school, not only that but at Lilly's wedding her new husband thought it would be funny to prank some of the guests and Petunia was one of the guests that was hit.”

Tim lets out an understanding noise while nodding his head now, understanding why Jon didn't like his aunt and why she's now throwing a child at Jon.

“She definitely sounds like a bitch now.” Said Tim, as he walked over to where Jon was sitting and taking a seat across from him.

“Oh, she definitely is.” Said Jon with a bitter laugh. “Petunia was always tattling on me and Lilly when we were younger and getting us in trouble.”

Tim laughed “what did she need to tell on you about? Reading too much?”

Jon laughed “No, actually. She found out I was traveling to their house without my grandmother's permission.”

Tim lets out a surprised whistle at Jon's words.

“How old were you?” He asked “eleven? Twelve?”

Jon shook his head “I was a couple of years younger than Lilly so I was eight when she tattled on me to my grandmother.”

“That young?!”

“Yeah, was grounded for a month because of that stunt.”

“I would expect.”

Tim shook his head with a laugh. “An eight year old Jon, sneaking out and walking to his cousins to play.”

Jon nods “yeah, not the best idea I ever had.” He said with a chuckle.

Tim leans back in his chair and looks at Jon, he sees that the lanky man is no longer as agitated as he was before. Jon seemed more relaxed and seemed happy to reminisce about his time with his cousins. Tim sighs knowing he's going to have to remind Jon about him taking in his cousin's child.

“Do you have a plan for your nephew when you get him whenever?” Tim asked, he sees Jon almost curl into himself and how he looks into his empty coffee mug.

Jon sighs and shakes his head.

“No, not really.” Jon admits almost shamefully. “Petunia told me I had till seven thirty to get him before she left him at a firehouse.”

Tim was angry at what Jon said, he couldn't believe someone could be so awful to abandon their dead sister's son at a firehouse.

“What a fucking bitch.” Tim hissed

Jon sighs “I don't know what I'm going to do Tim.”

Tim can see Jon looking at him, Jon's dark brown eyes begging for him to have answers to what to do and Tim sadly doesn't have the answers.

“What do you want to do?”

Jon looks at him as he says those words, Jon thinks about how much he loved spending time with Lilly and how he saw how much of her in her son when he saw little Harry when he was just born. Jon thinks about how he knows Petunia probably made her jealous of her sister, her nephews problem and how he didn't want Harry to think anything that she said was his fault. Jon looks into Tim's dark eyes and sees that Tim just wants Jon's actual thoughts and he finally comes up with an answer to his question.

“I want to take him in.” Jon says softly, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders.

Tim nods at Jon's answer. “Ok, do you think you'll need help?”

Jon laughs shakily. “I think I'll need a lot of help.”

Tim grins at Jon, his eyes squinting with his big smile.

“Then I'll help as much as I can.” Tim says, making Jon smile at him.

“Thank you, Tim.”

Tim shakes his head. “Thank me when Harry's off to college.” He jokes.

Jon looks at his watch and sees that it's six fifteen making Jon's eyes widen.

“I need to get going if I want to make it to Petunia's to get Harry.” He said standing up.

Tim stands also and follows Jon out of the break room passing Sasha and Martin looking at them in confusion.

“What's going on?” Asks Sasha as Tim passes her desk.

“I'll tell you later.” Tim says as he walks into Jon's office.

Tim sees Jon going around the office picking up all the things he needs to take home, he sees Jon working himself up again.

“I can drive you so you don't have to wait for the train.” Tim says as he keeps watching the shorter man walking around the office.

Jon sighs with relief. “That would be great, Tim” he says to the Hawaiian shirt-wearing man.

Tim nods and walks out of the office to pick up his stuff.

Tim sees Sasha looking at him with concern on her face as he picks up his jean jacket that's covered in pins and grabs his keys.

“Is everything alright?” The dark skinned woman asked, wondering what was happening.

Tim nods “Everything is fine, just need to take Jon somewhere.” Tim says as he starts gathering his things into his bag.

Martin also watches Tim grab his bag with concern, “Is Jon ok?”

Tim pulls his back up and puts the strap over his shoulder and stands straight again.

“Jon's fine, he's just needing a ride to a family members house.” Tim says as he starts walking to Jon office again.

“His aunt's?” Asked Sasha

Tim turns around so he's walking backwards and looking at Sasha.

“I'll explain everything later” Tim says and turns back around. As Tim was about to walk into Jon's office, Jon walked out.

Jon looks Tim up and down and sees he's got his bag with him.

“You've got everything you need?” Jon asks, as he starts walking to the stairs leading up to the rest of the institute.

Tim nods and starts walking with Jon. “Yes boss, even remembered to grab my wallet”

Before they walk up the stairs Jon turns to Martin and Sasha sitting at their desks.

“Since me and Tim will be away for the rest of the day you two can go home early if you both want to.” Jon says to the two assistants.

Sasha can see the stress on Jon's face and doesn't want to keep him from whatever he was doing.

“I'll finish up my work before I go home.” She says with a soft smile, Martin nods.

“Same with me.” The ginger haired man says with a smile.

Jon gives them a nod and turns back around and starts walking up the stairs.

Tim gives Martin and Sasha two thumbs up with a grin before walking up the stairs with Jon.

Sasha snorts at Tim's goofy thumbs up and continues her work.

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Tim and Jon start heading to Elias’ office, Tim actually having to walk even faster to keep up with Jon because of how fast the long haired man is walking.

“So why are we going to see double boss?” asked Tim

“I have to let him know that I'll be out for the rest of the day so I won't be able to make any statements today.” Jon explains, quickening his pace.

Tim keeps quiet as he tries to keep pace with Jon, he was surprised at how fast he can walk when Tim's never seen the man walk faster than a brisk walk.

The two men make it to Elias’ office door, Jon goes to knock but is interrupted by Elias' voice through the dark oak door.

“Come in.”

Jon stops his fist from making contact with the wooden door and reaches for the golden doorknob.

Tim shivers at Elias' voice “I hate it when he does that.” Tim whispers so only Jon could hear.

Jon opens the door and walks in with Tim following behind him.

Elias was sitting behind his desk, his hands clasped together on top of his desk, his blue eyes almost staring through the two men making Tim want to shiver again.

Elias looks at the two men in front of him, his gray hair slick back perfectly and his suit without a speck of dust on it, he gives Jon and Tim a smile that makes the hair on tims arms stand on end.

“What can I help you two with?” Asks Elias, his voice smooth.

Jon takes the lead and explains to Elias that he has a family emergency and he's leaving work early.

Elias nods in sympathy.

“Of course you can leave early, Jonathan.” Says Elias, his hands staying clasped together on his desk. “If you need anything be sure to call me.”

Jon gives Elias a relieved smile. “Thank you Elias, I'll let you know if anything else happens.”

“Good, now you and Timothy go and take care of that family emergency of yours.”

Jon nods and walks out of the office, Tim was a bit slower since he didn't remember Jon telling Elias he was going with him, Tim could've been coming to ask a totally different question and happened to walk with Jon. Tim shakes his head and starts picking up his pace so he can keep up with Jon.

The two men walk out of the building and into the parking lot, Jon practically sprints to Tim's car, he starts pulling on the handle before Tim could unlock the door.

“Boss, you're gonna have to let me unlock the car first.” Tim says as he pulls his keys out of his pocket.

Jon waits till he hears the car unlock, opens the door and jumps in. Tim walks over to the driver's side and gets in, both men buckle their seatbelts and Tim drives out of the parking lot.

“Where to boss?” asks Tim as he drives down the road.

Jon looks up his aunt's address and tells Tim where to go. Tim nods and keeps driving, it's a quiet drive since Jon was too nervous to start a conversation, his knee bouncing as he starts making a list of things to get Harry on the drive back to his apartment. Tim glances his way from time to time almost to make sure Jon doesn't try to jump out of the car.

Jon's breath catches in his throat as Tim pulls into Petunia's driveway, the cookie cut house's freak Tim out a bit. Jon gets out of the car and before Tim can unbuckle his seatbelt Jon gestures for him to stop.

“Stay here for a bit.” Jon says “I don't want to overwhelm Harry right now”

Tim nods in understanding. “Ok, but if anything happens just shout and I'll come get both of you.”

Jon gives him a thankful smile and shuts the car door. Jon walks up to the front door and gives it a knock, he stands there and waits for someone to open the door.

Jon turns back to Tim's car, he sees the asian man tapping on his steering wheel a nervous habit he does but when Tim sees Jon looking at him he stops his tapping and gives him an encouraging grin. Jon gives him a small smile back before turning back to the door, as soon as he turns his head the door opens up and shows a skinny pale skinned woman, her hair a dull blond and her neck a bit too long.

“Petunia.” Jon greeted in a stern voice.

Petunia curls her lip in disgust as she looks Jon up and down.

“Sims.” she greeted him back, her using his surname makes Jon almost roll his eyes but keeps his irritation in check.

“I'm here for Harry.”

Petunia sniffs at his words. “Of course you are, I wouldn't let you come otherwise.”

Petunia steps back so Jon can step into her house, Jon can see a few things that were left to her after her parents died, as Jon looked around he noticed that all the pictures held Petunia, her husband and her son but none of Harry, the implication of specially keeping him out of the pictures makes a pit in Jon's stomach grow.

Petunia leads Jon to her living room where her son was playing with toys, the blond eight year old looked a bit too big to be healthy for a child his age, the child was smashing small cars around and Jon watches him as the eight year old breaks the door on one of them before throwing it to the side. The child doesn't acknowledge Jon and Petunia doesn't introduce him to Jon.

“Stay here and don't touch anything.” Petunia practically hissed at Jon before turning around and walking towards the stairs.

Jon rolls his eyes at Petunia's back before watching her thinking she was going to go up the stairs to get Harry but to his horror he sees the horrid woman open the show cupboard underneath the stairs and pulling a skinny eight year old child out.

Petunia practically dragged the boy to Jon, the child smaller than children his age, his glasses cracked with only tape holding them together at the bridge of his nose, Jon can see a few bruises on his arms from someone grabbing the boy's arms. Jon was sickened as Petunia shoves the child so he was standing in front of Jon.

The boy looked up at Jon, his eyes a bright green and Jon instantly knew who the boy was, it was Harry, Lilly's son and he didn't look like the chubby happy baby Jon once saw, he was now scared skinny eight year old who probably didn't know who Jon was.

“Here it is,” said Petunia in a strict tone, “Take it and leave.”

Jon opens his mouth in shock.

“H-how could you do this to Lilly's son?” Jon asks just wanting answers.

Petunia rolls her eyes “I didn't want it in the first place.”

Jon knew he wouldn't get anywhere with Petunia so he put his attention back to Harry who was shuffling his feet nervously, Jon takes note of the baggy clothes hanging off the child's skinny body, the clothes had some holes here and there and a shitty patch job holding the bigger holes closed. Jon crutches down to Harry's height and gives him a shaky smile.

“Hello, I'm Jonathan but you can call me Jon,” Jon says softly trying to keep Harry calm, “I'm your cousin.”

Harry's eyes widened, “But, you're older than me.”

Harry's words make Jon chuckle.

“Yes, I'm a distant cousin so we have a bit of an age gap.” Jon says

Harry tilts his head a bit looking confused but doesn't ask Jon any questions, Jon clears his throat before talking.

“I have an apartment that's big enough for two people and was wondering if you'd be interested in living with me instead of your aunt Petunia?” Jon asks Harry.

Harry's eyes seem to grow even larger as he looks at Jon, Harry looks behind him at Petunia and she just curls her lip at him, Harry turns back to Jon and leans a bit closer to him.

“Yes please.” Harry whispers to Jon making him drop his shoulders with relief.

Jon smiles at Harry and nods, “Ok, we'll just grab your things and get out of here.”

Jon stands back up and looks at Petunia.

“Are Harry's things also in the…” Jon's words drift off as he looks towards the cupboard under the stairs.

Petunia huffs at Jon before walking to the cupboard and taking some things out, Jon sees her grabbing a baby blanket that he seen Lilly have Harry wrapped in when he last saw them. Petunia walks back over to Jon and shoves the stuff into his arms, he looks down and sees only a few clothes, a few broken crayons, the baby blanket and three broken army men. The sight breaks Jon's heart but he tries really hard to keep the anger and sadness off his face.

Jon looks down at Harry and moves the stuff around so he has one hand free, he reaches down and holds his hand out for Harry to take.

“Are you ready to leave?” Jon asks

Harry silently nods and grabs Jon's hand, Jon starts to lead Harry towards the front door but before Jon could get to it Harry stops and turns around and looks at Petunia.

“Goodbye aunt Petunia.” Harry says in a soft tone.

Jon looks back just in time to see Petunia's eyes shift a bit like she saw someone else in front of her instead of Harry before her eyes turned cold again.

“Get going”

Harry looks at her for a few more seconds before turning back to the front door and letting Jon lead him to it again.

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Hope y'all like this!

#harry potter fic #the magnus archive fic #fanfic #fanfiction #chapter 1 #do not archive #harry pottter #the magnus archives #timjon #harry is raised by others

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