#James and Deatheaters>>

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Evan “car rides down Malibu, one spoon for two” Rosier

Sirius “and trading jackets, laughing bout how small it looks on you” Black

Severus “so when you gon tell her, that we did that too?” Snape

Peter “she thinks it’s special but it’s all reused” Pettigrew

Regulus “that was our place, I found it first” Black

Barty “I made the jokes you tell to her when she’s with you” Crouch Jr

[storyparrot]

I just found out there is a band called "the whomping willows" and oh my freaking god they have songs based on Harry Potter and the Marauders and on ships that are fanon like wolfstar and oh my goooood i freaking out right now

I just listened to "hey Remus" and if i'd be alone at home right niw I WOULD SCREAM ON TOP OF MY LUNGS

LISTEN TO "THE WHOMPING WILLOWS" RIGHT NOW GUYS

[pearlynia]

I saw someone say "the marauders fandom is for bullies"

Bebe no, the marauders fandom is for delusional gays

[ifyouknowmenahyoudontt]

People need to understand that just because Regulus ended up betraying Voldemort, that does not excuse his actions and the fact that he was a racist piece of shit. He betrayed Voldemort because Voldemort wasn’t holding up to his end of the bargain. In fact, if anything, Voldemort betrayed Regulus first. Just because Regulus got upset and decided to do his little teenage wizard angst arc does not excuse the fact that he was a racist, f@cist, pure blood supremacist who does not deserve redemption.

yes yes yes yes

[silviawordsworth]

Genuine question: why are canon magical terrorists being portrayed as nicer people than the literal marauders?

-an edit to clarify

Im absolutely aware that fanon can change characters drastically and that its all opinions. My only point with this post was to question why characters whos only canon relevance (such as evan) is being a deatheater and a terrible person, is being portrayed as a good guy, whereas the order members who are also canonically good people (such as remus) are being shown as rude and abrasive.

I understand the seperation of canon and fanon. This fandom is 99% fanon. But if youre gonna pull a name to develop into a character, and the only things linked to that name are negative- it makes no sense to make them a solely good person.

I love evan. Hes one of my favorite marauders era characters. But he is not a good guy

This is ofc my opinion and im not gonna force you to agree obv but it just seems a little strange to me that this fandom can't seem to handle genuinely bad people

[chaoticmultifandom28]

So I love fanfic where James brings regulus to the light side, but I’m a sucker for a Regulus who corrupts James into the dark side. Like it’s the perfect plot for angst/no happy ending and them dying in the end together and happily in love (or rather derangedly in love) gimme a dark jegulus where the saying ‘the road to hell is paved with good intentions’ and this deeply dark and twisted love of jegulus being so completely ironclad no one can stop it and everyone is scared (be it death eaters or Sirius and Remus) because jegulus is obsessed with each other and no one tops it. Regulus’ top person is James and James’ top person is Regulus. But also give me a James who hides this for a longtime and manipulates those around him for his own entertainment because who would suspect our resident sunshine boy. Let regulus think he manipulated James into this but in actuality James knew from the get go regulus was trying to manipulate him and he went along with it because he’s obsessed. Let Voldemort be low key terrified of them because he knows if he hurts either one the other is gonna completely end him, horcruxes or no horcruxes. Let Dumbledore try to use this to his advantage and for James and regulus to destroy him slowly starting with his reputation. Let Sirius, after a long battle with himself on whether he try and save jegulus or stop them finally decide to flee with remus. Give me dark lords!jegulus idk I just think this has so much potential

[gabihime-jegulusseeker]

james potter incorrect quote because he is my boy

Deatheater: Identify yourself!

James, panicked: James Potter, English, 19, Aries sun and bisexual sir!

Deatheater: You're bi? That's so valid.

[deadhoneybee]

Tweets i found that remind me of the marauders.

Remus: The trick to always being the smartest, hottest, funniest person in the room is to stay home.

Sirius: When people post things like "please pray for me! Cant say why tho!" im like "dear heavenly father, can you please give me the tea?'

Peter: Im not gullible enough to be lured into a cult but i am nosy enough

James: I know im fun because when people make plans with me they say "ok but i cant get too crazy"

(all tweets from Omgskr on twitter!)

[risetherivermoon]

Narcissa loved Regulus like he was her own brother, she cared for him more than anyone else would. She was heartbroken when he was dragged into the deatheaters, but she took care of him.

When others cast him aside, his parents, his brother, James... Narcissa was there to pick up the pieces. Regulus had his friends too, Evan and Barty. But his bond with Narcissa was stronger.

Narcissa loved him because she knew how it was to be the youngest, the one who had all of the pressure to succeed after the child before failed their family. After they escaped. She knew about the heartbreak of losing a lover because of choices you made against your will, of not being able to explain before it was too late.

When Regulus died, Narcissa didn't know what to do. She knew it was inevitable, that not everyone would survive this war. But why Regulus? Why her little star? She was heartbroken.

A year later, Evan Rosier dies at the hands of an auror. Narcissa was sad, that another child dragged into a war was killed far too early. But it got worse, when she walked down the hall at a deatheater meeting, and saw Barty Crouch Jr. sobbing, crouched down with his head between his knees.

They spoke for a while, and Narcissa learned what happened. He didn't die from the killing curse, he was shot with crucio. His body had been so weak, Barty had told her that he didn't do well after Regulus' death. That he was so weak that he died from the pain. But, he fought in the end. He had been on the ground, fighting for his life, and he had shot a curse at the Auror's eye. Evan had fought, and he had died in Barty's arms.

Narcissa let him talk, let him rant. She sat with him, let him rest his head on her shoulder. Like she used to do with Regulus. Barty talked and talked. He told her how much he loved Evan, how he always did. How he had once loved Regulus too, and he couldn't bare it. He couldn't bare the fact they were gone.

And Narcissa had been there for him.

After a while, Barty and Narcissa start talking frequently. Barty coming to her when he feels that overwhelming panic coming back, when the thoughts of doing things that he'd regret flood him.

So Narcissa isn't surprised when she finds him outside of Malfoy Manor. He looked nervous, scared. She invited him inside and he told her the story, of what happened. Of what her older sister and brother in law had dragged Barty into.

Barty said he didn't know how to think. Because he knew that it is what he was supposed to do for the dark lord. Narcissa stared at him, she didn't know what to say, how to act.

She decided, then and there. Barty was still barely an adult. 19 years old, malnourished and tired. Barty was always a bit twitchy but it was even worse now. He was scarred and he had scratches along his dark mark. Just like Regulus.

He was too young to be blamed. Narcissa was heartbroken and she cried for her, for the love of her life. But Barty wasn't at fault. He couldn't have been.

Not with that look on his face, she could see him trying to hide it. His guilt. He tried to get up and leave but Narcissa made him stay the night.

She let him meet Draco, the small baby he is. Barty had stared, almost empty. He and mumbled the words, but Narcissa heard him. 'They had a baby too. He cried the whole time.'

That was the last time she had seen Barty as something closer to himself. The next time she would see him, he was only but a withering shell of the scared young boy he used to be.

[cursedwithwords]

Ugh I’m sorry I’m still so curious as to why James Sirius hates/dislikes Sirius could you explain why or is it a spoiler?

Okay so there is a reason within the context of TBOTS that's specific to the fic itself, and disclaimer this is just a headcanon of mine. Reason one, I thought it would be kind of funny and ironic that he would grow up hearing stories about this guy and just go 🫤 like Harry would absolutely shine Sirius in glowing light, obviously, he loved the guy so much, but imagine James being like "this is the dude you named me after?" Not that he'd ever admit that out loud to Harry of course.

Reason number two, in general I think all the kids have sort of a love-hate relationship with their names and their identities, but it's worse for James because he was named after Harry’s father and godfather. The names are heavy, almost suffocating. How's he supposed to measure up to these people, right? People that Harry either adored or never got the chance to know because of unbelievable tragedy. (If Harry’s allowed to name his kids after dead people then I get to use it for angst, that's the law).

Reason number three, sort of a petty reason (I thought it would be an intriguing connection to make). James doesn't like that Sirius "abandoned" Regulus, cuz James has a little brother too and would NEVER do something like that 😤 leading into his intense desperation to protect his younger siblings and "be better", or more specifically to be everything for everyone. I feel like he'd hear the full story about the brothers and rather than view it as a tragedy he'd just get angry at Sirius, because to James who was not raised in the same environment, he doesn't understand why Sirius didn't stick with his brother and protect him despite his bad choices. Sort of a "he was the older brother so maybe he should've tried harder to guide his younger brother/support him properly". Something like that.

Idk if that makes sense or if I explained that well but it's like an amalgamation of reasons. I thought it would be funny, I like the angst angle, and James loves his little baby Slytherin brother so so much that he simply can't understand why Sirius wouldn't have done everything within his power to protect his. Etcetera etcetera.

Thanks for the ask!

[northlt03]

Am i being delusional or are all songs i hear marauders coded??

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Party or Darksun? Why not both??? Gimmie Darktailchaser please and thank you

[emiescheck]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 // james potter (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/329716761-%F0%9D%90%AD%F0%9D%90%A1%F0%9D%90%9A%F0%9D%90%A7%F0%9D%90%9A-%F0%9D%90%9A%F0%9D%90%AF%F0%9D%90%9E%F0%9D%90%AB%F0%9D%90%B2-james-potter?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Emziescheck&wp_originator=rfep5mdIuv%2FevMxE3T%2BxFpFChNgyHsgANr%2BnKLMMqfTw2XoxlAo7hNU5r4cJWbAykznE2e2nWdcJ2T5DFq3wMPYmZXEPpeY5ng05h2T%2BgREzzUJdVQfUn0sIwQzZgmmJ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 james potter find himself falling for the totally wrong girl

[unconventional-lawnchair]

" But daddy, I love him "

Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Potter!Reader

Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: Harry finds out his sister is dating Mattheo Riddle Ft. James, Lily, Remus, Sirius - No war au }

Wc- 5178

Cw: Use of {Y/N}, a lot of people saying a lot of mean things, sexual themes cussing}

A/n: Possible part 2 later

Mattheo Riddle had a reputation for himself. Everyone knew him bloodied before they'd seen him presentable. A Hotwire, fizzling and popping, just waiting for the next person to cross him in a way he deemed punishable, ‘the muggle way.’

He never truly had a distaste for muggles or muggleborns, but they stayed clear of him regardless. Voldemort's son was like a cautionary tale told through the halls, of just how ruthless and unhinged death eaters could be. His mother, Beatrix Lestrange, in Azkaban for life for such cruelties, his father had a name no one dared to say. That left very little to the imagination, or maybe just too much? 

Another thing about Mattheo Riddle, he never said what he was thinking, he only acted. So no one knew the true boy outside of his blinding rage, insatiable flirting and the horrid legacy his parents so carefully wove for him. No one, aside from you.

It wasn't supposed to be this way, truly, it was just an assignment.

“I have a student, he is failing in my class, but I know he has so much potential to do better.” McGonagall began. “If you tutor him, I will give you credits towards one of your less favorable classes.”

Was it bribery? Yes, was it technically against school policy? Most definitely. Were you going to say no to free credits for the history of magic? Absolutely not.

You should have been clued in, when she didn't tell you who you were tutoring, but like your father and brother, your eye was on the prize. Instead of a snitch, however, yours were the new napping opportunities in your least favorite subject. 

You were told by the professor that the study sessions would take place during dinner, and you were allowed to request food from the house elves before or after the meetings. You had to wonder; why was this student getting all these special treatments? And what did you have to do with it?  Imagine your surprise when you walked into the library when dinner was taking place, only for your eyes to land on the candle lit silhouette of Mattheo Riddle himself.

You knew him, of course you did, his father had tried to kill your entire family, while you didn't endure the worst of it, Merlin, you were still in your mothers stomach at the time, your fathers horror stories of the DeathEaters and the recounting of the night was so etched into your brain you could likely recall it as if you stood in that room. The day your father saved the wizarding world, by simply, picking up his wand from the couch when he opened the door. 

Despite it all, you tried not to judge him by the actions of his father, so that the only thing you had left were the numerous bloodied fights he'd been a part of since he walked through the doors of Hogwarts. Not to mention the amount of broken hearted witches that clung to his heels.

Though, now, as you stared at him across the empty Library, he seemed so… peaceful. Calm and reserved, maybe it was the yellow light, or maybe it was the way he seemed to be genuinely enraptured by whatever he was reading. Sitting patiently, just waiting. Waiting for you. You quickly snapped out of your daze, walking forward to stand in front of him.

Mattheo lazily glanced up before his eyes widened slightly and his mouth opened a bit in slack shock. “Potter.”

“Riddle.” You acknowledged him. He didn't seem offended or bothered by your presence, more, confused. There was an easy silence between you two before you gestured to the seat beside him. “May I?”

“... be my guest.” 

That's where it all started. Mattheo was nothing like who you thought he'd be. He was respectful, kind, studious and incredibly clever. You had to admit, Minerva was right, he had incredible potential beyond what he seemed to think of himself. He just needed time to sit down and work, instead of his usual activities, and whatever impression he was trying to make for himself.

Your meetings were frequent, and his grades started to improve. As you got closer, the change in his behavior in class was the first thing you noticed. He began to actually work in potions, probably the only class you shared being a year younger and a Griffondor. You heard from Harry that he had actually scored higher than most of their shared class in Transfiguration. Though, it was a comment out of malice, you couldn't deny how it made you preen with pride.

In the halls you were strangers, but in your personal nook of the library, you were a deadly dynamic. He was a flirt, you knew that before, but he never said the raunchy things he'd say to the girls in the halls he'd flirt with, to you. The occasional comment on your eyes or your calligraphy, maybe some that toed the line of platonic study buddies. You figured that was how he showed affection, but you had no real reference point for it. 

If it was another thing that you knew about Mattheo that not many others knew, it was that he adored praise. All forms of it. He would get bashful and try to hide away from it, but you would see how much harder he tried to impress you everytime. You found it amusing, you would hear the teachers praise him and he'd simply shrug it off, trying to play it cool. But in those private moments between.. friends, when you were revising his essay, with mutters of, “That's a spectacular way to look at it, Riddle.”

And 

“That's brilliant. You're brilliant.”

He would turn as red as a tomato. It made you smile. This was the version of him no one else could or ever would have. It made you cocky, it made you want more of the secret Mattheo, the one he only showed to the closest people.

~~

You had gotten so used to Mattheo’s presence. He had stayed out of trouble, been doing wonderfully in his classes, and he still insisted on your study dates. Said they were the only thing keeping him interested in the classes he took. Ever the flirt.

You guessed being used to Mattheo Riddle of all people was the first part to an awful downward spiral. You had fallen for him. Hard. 

You first noticed when he had to cancel one of your meetings. He was passing you in the hall, two Prefects had him by his forearms, and Snape was rattling on about a proper punishment for him. He had a cut lip and a gnarly battered nose. You were on your way to the library to meet, but when you made eye contact with him you visibly deflated. He had that stupid cocky look on his face, teeth stained red as he winked at a few girls he passed, focusing on anything but Snape’s words.

When his eyes met yours, however, his lips twitched and his eyes lost their twinkle. Like a puppy being told no. Or properly, a boy ashamed. And he should feel ashamed.

You had forgotten who he was when you weren't buried in your books. So for the first time in weeks, you were at the Gryffindor dining table, across from Ginny and Seamus, poking at your food in disinterest. Surrounded by friends and family, and yet so incredibly lonely. Ginny eventually caved to your moping, looking over with a loud click of her tongue. 

“{Y/N}?” She called over and your eyes flicked up and an easy smile took over your face. “Ginny?”

“It's good to see you, you've been avoiding the dining hall for a while now.” She teased and leaned her legs forward to lock her ankles around one of yours to keep you in place. You couldn't help but give a cheeky grin at this.

“Well, I would argue anything is better than being forced to watch you make heart eyes at my brother.” You shot back and Harry looked up from his plate curious, met with the view of you being smacked in the face with a bun. 

“Hey!” You challenged and grabbed your own bun before you heard your head of house clear her throat behind you. Slowly, you set down the bread and looked back at her as she gave you a quizzing look. Clearly confused by you being there, asking with her eyes. Not even having noticed the gluten assault.

“Rain check.” You remarked and shrugged before she let out a simple ‘ah’ and walked off. This just set off Ginny’s and now Harry’s curiosity. 

“What was all that? Thought you were meeting a boy, if I'm honest, now I'm not sure.” Ron mumbled and Harry tilted his head at you. 

“Ew, don't say that, that's my baby sister.” Harry huffed and looked over at you. His expression said it all. “What have you been getting up to?”

You stared at him before slowly smirking, leaning your chin on your palm. “Huh, well, me and Ginny are the same age-”

Then, another bun, to your face, courtesy of your brother. “That's enough out of you.” He huffed.

~~

That's how you got here. Sitting in the forbidden woods, trying to demonstrate to Mattheo how to use a patronus, something your parents showed you when you were younger. Your study rendezvous has long since become time to study more than just your core classes. No one else was around, just you two, while everyone else was hidden away in the grand hall eating. 

“So, firstly, this is a spell that most wizards and witches cannot use. So don't be afraid if you never come to pass.” You explained and he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Right, if I'm not past the level you were at as a toddler, end my misery early.” He teased and you gave a playful scoff and crossed your arms. “Not a toddler, just 12.”

He rolled his eyes with his own smirk playing on his lips. You found yourself staring at the peak of his teeth, threw his lips, you felt your entire body respond in kind. “To be fair, you don't need to feel self conscious, I mean, I am leagues above you, even now.”

He gave an offended gasp and put his hand on his chest. His smirk turned wolfish as he walked up to your side. “Is that a challenge, Potter?”

“Define a challenge, I usually just call it confidence.” You quipped and he gave you a once over, you rolled your eyes fondly. 

“Okay, minx, I get three tries. If I summon my patronus, you have to go to Hogsmeade with me this Sunday.” He mused and leaned into your space. You smirked and stood taller, wetting your lips before you glanced from his eyes to his lips then back. “Let's hope you prove me wrong then, Riddle.”

He did not. Prove you wrong, that is. 

Once you told Riddle about the happy memory clause, he seemed less confident. He wasn't even able to produce sparks, and got increasingly agitated with each failure. Usually, he would pull out a smoke and take a break, and you were curious as to why he didn't.

Every other day before you grew close, you would spy him smoking with his friends in the courtyard, but when you mentioned you hated the smell in the library, he started to hold off until after to smoke.

At least, that's what he told you. He would not tell you the truth, that the moment you told him you hated the smell he chucked the last box he had into the black lake.

Mattheo went through his life without any real care. He only ever experienced fear, anger, and disappointment directed at him. He had his friends, Draco, Theodore, Pansy, even Blaise but none of them were particularly affectionate. Past his playful flirting with Pansy, that he now used as a reference for your friendship, he didn't truly have positive influences on his emotions.

Usually, that would result in him using a poor girl or two to get over whatever he was hung up on. Then, he met you. 

Out of everyone, he figured you had reason to hate him most. His father tried to kill your family, his mother killed your parents' friends, his current friends bullied your brother, and he was assumed a death eater before proven one. But that night, he was proven wrong for the first time, when you sat down next to him and smiled. He had never seen something so breathtaking, something that was meant for him.

He had felt for women before, physical and emotional, but never had he experienced you. In all honesty, he never truly looked at you before. You were Harry Potter’s sister, that was enough reason to stay away. Merlin, did he fuck up.

Being friends with you was hardly acceptable, but falling for you? It made him feel all the more pathetic. Knowing he was falling for someone who would never think of dating him. Here he was, making the worst mistakes of his life over and over again.

“Don't get in your head about it.” Your voice called him from his thoughts. He snapped out of it and looked at you. You tilted your head and smiled, hands on your hips in determination. You had taken off your robe, as if to say you meant business. Sleeves rolled up to your elbows and wand brandished. “Just think about something that makes you happy. Happy enough to smile at nothing.” 

“Smile at nothing?” He muttered in an amused tone. Breathing you in like fresh air.

“At. Nothing.” You insisted and waved your wand. “My memory is when my dad took me to visit my grandparents' graves.” You hummed and he gave a startled laugh. 

“Morbid, darling.”

“Oh, not like that.” You laughed. “I listened to my dad talk about them, like, all the time. Mum too.”

You gestured to the pond and his eyes followed yours. “My dad made it easy, it felt like I was really meeting them, ya know? He talked about me and Harry like we were the most important things in his life. I think I felt his love for them in me too, but towards him. I just felt so lucky.” 

Mattheo stared at your awe filled eyes and he gave a small sigh through his nose. It was out of fondness, of course, but he couldn't deny the bit of jealousy that perked up in his chest when she said that. “Yeah.. lucky.” He mumbled.

You looked back at him and your face fell a bit. You had just spent the last two minutes rubbing your fathers love in his face- Merlin. You slowly gave a cautious smile, considering he was still staring at you like you hung the stars. It maked your ears grow hot and your nerves light up.

You reached over to graze his hand, and he seemed to snap out of his trance, slowly, he wrapped his hand around yours, his calloused fingers covering your hand fully. You guys sat like that for a moment, before you raised your wand higher and stepped closer. Leaning your head against his chest and waving it. 

Your patronus whipped out of your wand, the fox wiggling its nose in greeting before she ran around you two in circles. You began to laugh at her enthusiasm, and Mattheo even gave a chuckle. Your eyes on your patronus, his eyes on you. How was he going to win anyway? He was making his happiest memories now.

“I think I can try again.” He whispered and you looked up at him, your patronus vanishing behind you as you lost your focus. He was giving you a look you had never seen before, it was almost dangerous, how easy it was for him to make a mess of you. 

“You think?” You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything above a whisper. He pulled you flush against him, taking the dazed look you were giving him as confirmation. You wanted him too. He could have fainted. 

“Want to help me?”

“How?” 

You got your answer, in the form of his lips pressing so gently against yours. It was electric, your entire face grew hot and you forgot how to breathe for a moment. His hands found a firmer grip on your waist and you slowly wrapped your arms around his neck. You lost yourself in the kiss, letting him lead as he clearly had more experience.

Mattheo couldn't help it, maybe this wouldn't be a mistake. Maybe it was only fair. Being with you made him feel human, like just another boy falling for just another girl. He wanted to feel like this forever. Normal, with you.

He did not try again that night, far too distracted.

~~ 

You met him like that several more times, dinner study bled into evenings, innocent touches became intimate, and bold teases became hushed whispers in his dorm room. The very dorm room you were coming back from now. Walking back just after curfew. 

When you made it back to the common room the first thing you noticed was your own reflection, your hair was frazzled and your uniform was creased. You found yourself wondering how all of that could happen from just a kiss. Followed by a few more. And then some more,, you could completely understand how it happened, actually. You’ll remember it forever.

Once you fixed your appearance, the second thing  you noticed was Harry sitting on the couch with a parchment on his lap, next to him was a nervous Ron and a shockingly ridgid Hermione. Harry’s eyes were on you, Ron’s was on his hands, and Hermione was faking reading a book. You pause before you made it to the stairs, slowly walking over to the three. “Hey you guys! What are we up to?”

“Nothing, just been waiting a few hours.” Harry snarked and you narrowed your eyes in confusion. Suddenly you remembered, you had agreed to meet the trio out for Quidditch practice, they had managed to just get enough people for two full teams, guilt filled your chest. 

“Shoot, Harry I am so-” Before you could even start to grovel he stood up and Hermione sighed, Ron quickly speaking up.

“Where were you?” Harry demanded.

“Come on, Harry.” Ron tried to interrupt. “At least not in the common room.”

“What?” You whispered and Harry shoved the parchment in your hands. It wasn't just any piece of paper, it was the map. Your fathers map. 

Your jaw went slack and you looked up at Harry, Your guilt was quickly overturned by anger. “Were you stalking me!?” You exclaimed and thanked Merlin the common room was empty this late.

“I thought something had happened! Don't deflect! Where were you?!”

“None of your business you slime!”

“You come out of the Slytherin dorms with Voldemort’s son and it's none of my business?” He whisper hissed, You scoffed. 

“Yes, none of your business!” You snapped back and threw the map on the ground. “I don't have to answer to you! And his name is Mattheo!” You hissed back and stepped on the charmed paper, dragging it under your heel. “You’d do best to remember that. I'm not a bloody kid, Harry!”

“You're my sister!” He challenged and you scoffed.

“He's a monster! A Slytherin, his parents are horrid, and our-”

“Do not say another word, Harry.” You threatened as you began to stomp off to your dorm and he huffed. Kneeling down to pick up the parchment and dust it off. 

“I’ll make it easy for you.” He called over and you turned to face him with a glare. “You break up with him, or I’ll tell father over the summer.”

Your face fell and your heart stopped. Harry had this look about him, like he didn't want to be doing this, but yet, he was. 

“You wouldn’t-” You spoke slowly and Harry sighed. 

“Two days.”

~~ 

Those two days were blissful hell. You weren't going to break up with Mattheo, there was no way in muggle hell you were going to willingly give him up.

You did try to talk to him about it, however, several times. At least to warn him why he may have a war hero Auror setting a bounty on his head soon. Your father was protective, far more than you thought was necessary, but he treated everyone as black or white. Usually, everyone was allowed his love and care, that being said, Voldemort was a sore subject.

You would say you were trying your best, but Mattheo was so… Mattheo. He was hard to talk to. A very… physical person? He would complain about how you would be leaving the school in mere days for summer, followed by you being drowned in kisses and wandering hands.

Merlin two days was not enough. Next thing you knew, you were home, in your room, counting the minutes until your mother called you down for dinner.

You began to bite your nails, scrunching up your face when you bit down too far. You sighed as you heard Lily call you and Harry down.

You walked into the hall to see Harry waiting at the top of the staircase for you. He looked regretful, but stern. “Harry-”

“I’ll give you the chance. To tell them yourself.” He mumbled before he walked down the stairs. You mentally prepared yourself and walked as slow as you could down the stairs. Not noticing as Harry glanced at your neck.  

When you walked into the dinning room, your heart dropped. Your mother, father, Uncle Moony, and Uncle Padfoot were all at the table. You cursed and clenched your jaw, Harry stared down at his plate and you sat beside him by Remus. You gave your mom a small thank you as she served you. Sirius and your father were making jokes about their Quidditch days after Harry bragged about their most recent win. You relished in the moment, before all hell broke loose.

You asked your father a question about the story, just trying to seem engaged. He lit up at your interest, turning to face you fully. “Well! When you're a beater, there is this unspoken rule that everyone follows and.. what the bloody hell is that?” 

You narrowed your eyes at his sudden tone change. “What?” You whispered as you looked around the table, all eyes were on you. You took a shaken breath and bit your cheek. “I-”

“That's a hickey, dad.” Harry muttered and took a bite of his food. Your face fell and all the blood left it.

“A what!?” He exclaimed and fixed his glasses on his face, you quickly covered your collarbone. Sirius gripped his silverware, hard, taking a steady breath. “How old are ya, hun?” He asked and you snapped your attention to him. Stuttering and stammering for a moment.

“I think the better question is, who did that? It's bloody horrific.” Remus muttered and you stared up at him with wide, horrified eyes. “U-uncle Moony!”

“Boys, calm down. She's 16, and James, we talked about this. Our kids will be dating soon, I mean, Harry has that Ginny girl and you never fuss at him.” Lily tried to defend and James scoffed. 

“This is hardly the same! I raised him! I don't know a thing about this boy!”

“Or girl.” Remus smirked and James felt his face fall in shock and you groaned, slowly covering your face.

“Remus.” Lily hissed out. “James.” She warned before Sirius spoke up. 

“Fine, fine, it's all fine. I mean, what harm could he do? We've taught her everything she needs to know about the world. Probably some Hufflepuff boy.” He tried to dismiss, and Remus, ever the instigator tonight, spoke up again.

“I'd be shocked if a Hufflepuff did that to my nieces neck.” He mumbled and James began to breathe quicker and heavier.

“Right, right, fine. You're being safe, right?” He asked bluntly and you groaned, melting into your seat. “Please, anything but this conversation right now.”

Lily gave a small fond smile and tutted at the boys. “Well honey, you should invite him over this summer break. I'd love to meet him.” She offered and then Harry gave a laugh. You shot him a look. “Don't you dare.”

“Dare. Very much dare, Harry.” Sirius quipped and Harry looked at you with a pursed lip before he sighed and spoke up. “Don't think you'd want him here is all.”

“Harry.” You warned, Lily sighing. “Harry, you stop that right now.” 

“What? I'm just being honest, dad and padfoot hate Slytherins.” He mused plainly, and James dropped his silverware. 

Sirius gave a laugh, throwing his head back before it slowly died out as he saw your red face. “No-”

“Why does his house matter?” You scoffed. “Not all Slytherins are the same.”

“Yeah, just so happens that he's just the type dad hates.” Harry muttered before he took a sip of water. “Happens to be one he particularly-”

“Harry James Potter!” Lily shouted at him and he had enough sense to seem guilty. He looked down as you tried to sink deeper into your seat. 

“I had a feeling.” Remus spoke up and you looked at him in shock. He gave you a side eyed glance. “You had a quidditch jersey in your bag. You don't play and certainly not for Slytherin.”

You looked down at your hands on your lap as your father shouted. “Why didn't you tell us, Remus!”

“This,” He gestured with his fork towards his husband and best friend. “You're terrifying the poor girl. I saw the name, I have to agree with Harry, you'd lose it.”

“What?” James snapped and Lily slammed her hands on the table. “Will you cut it out? All three of you! Do you want her to hide things from us forever? She'll tell us in her own time.”

Sirius groaned and began to pick at his food. “Whatever. As long as it isn't Malfoy.” He huffed and you shyly shook your head. Sirius gave an exaggerated groan of relief. “Thank Merlin.” 

“Who did that, sweetheart?” James prodded with a warning glare from Lily. “James.” She whispered and they locked eyes. They held that look before he clicked his tongue. 

“I asked you a question, niffler.” James prodded, and Lily slowly closed her eyes, covering her face.

“Dad, I really think-”

“Your dad asked you something.” Remus suddenly spoke up and you looked over at him to meet his eyes. Then it hit you. What he had said moments ago. He knew. 

“I-”

“Y/N.” Sirius prodded and Lily gave you a sympathetic look. She could command your father on a lot of things. But never about you and Harry.

“Mattheo. Mattheo Riddle.” Harry suddenly spoke up, and your blood ran cold. You sunk as deep as you could into your seat and Lily gave a squeak of surprise, before covering her mouth. Remus thinned his lips and clenched his jaw. 

“No you aren't.” James said simply and you covered your face.

“{Y/N}. No you aren't.”

“Dad, please.” You sniffed, overwhelmed. You sat up and straightened yourself. “He isn't some, bad guy-”

Remus scoffed and Sirius slammed his fist on the table. “His father-!”

“He isn't his father!” You challenged, shooting up from your seat and glaring at your uncle. “You of all people should understand that!”

“Watch your mouth.” James hissed and stood up as well. You scoffed and threw your hands up. “I don't understand! He's done nothing wrong! Nothing to any of us! I get that he's not this image you had in your head of what you wanted for me-”

“Dorcas.. Marlene.” Your mother whispered and your body stiffened. You looked over at your mother and your heart broke at her distress. You reached out and she sniffled, dismissing herself. Your shoulders fell and you looked back to your father. 

He was staring at you with a look you've never seen.

“Dad-”

“Your room. Now.”

“Dad! That's not fair in the slightest I-”

“Room!” He boomed and you sniffled before running off. Slamming the dining room door behind you as you walked upstairs. 

It would be a long summer.

~~~

Mattheo was missing you. He had been missing you for days now. You said you would write to him, but he didn't get a single letter. He figured it was likely you were busy, you did have a family to distract you after all. 

So, he wrote you a letter instead. He didn't want to think about how desperate it sounded, how desperate he was for you. He didn't look over it more than once before he sent it.

Little did he know, the second James heard an owl outside, he shot to his feet and hurried to intercept it. You were ever oblivious, in your parents room as you and Lily shared one of many heartfelt conversations over the brief summer. Your mother was doing her best to understand, but it was trouble, trying to believe he wasn't doing this for some master plan down the line. You both went quiet when you heard your father call you both.

When you walked into the parlor room, you sat down on the couch, You looked at the table in front of you and grimaced, You'd know that parchment anywhere. 

There was a long pause, before James spoke up. “The last time I saw this parchment, it was a letter Beatrix Lestrange sent us in our third safe house. Telling us she knew where we were, and that she was coming. Coming to kill your family, {Y/N}.” He leaned forward and picked up the letter and you refused to look him in the eyes.

“It’s nostalgic, really. But these words? ‘I yearn for you. I look at my textbooks from over the years and I wonder what it would be like to have you read them to me’.” He declared. “ ‘You made even the most complex of spells doable. You made things doable’.”

Your mother couldnt help but smile a bit at his words. You grimaced.

“Charming, isnt it? If only the rest of the letter wasnt riddled with innuendo of what this fuck wants to do to my daughter.”

You winced and sighed, the grimace not leaving your face. Mattheo that.. Idiot.

Then,, your mother began to laugh, and James looked at her from the corner of his eyes. “What? Is this funny?”

“Quite.” She smirked. “Sounds like the letters you would send me in school. I used to burn them.” 

He scoffed and leaned back in his seat. “That makes me feel fantastic. He’s a bastard like I was in school.”

“Well.” Lily spoke slowly. “Look at us now.” 

Lily looked over at you just in time for you to glance up and meet her eyes. She smiled sweetly before she continued. “I think its sweet.”

[ifyouknowmenahyoudontt]

miss when the marauders fandom was about the marauders and not an pureblood supremacist apologist fandom.

when sirius and james’s friendship was a major point and not put behind james and regulus

where sirius/andromeda were the actual rebels of the black family not regulus cus he legit didn’t do shit

where james’s character was understood enough to not ship him with what he fought against his entire life ( the potters being one of the only pire blood family that fought against the supremacist movement)

where remus being a werewolf didn’t make him angry and violent on the contrary made him a sensitive and sweet guy

where lily aka the most important character on the series wasn’t cast away

where deatheaters were actually criticized and not babied. where people understood the IMPORTANCE of the concept of deatheaters and how they exist in our world too. that’s why WE HATE THEM

where ships made somewhat sense. because sirius and remus have symbolism there is something greater about them than just being a gay couple. the moon and the stars.

[we-r-loonies]

au where whatever you write on your body marks your soulmate's skin.

james running to his mum, and showing her a child's mimicry of the dark mark on his forearm, beaming from ear to ear because he had a soulmate.

james using his hand as a diary, updating his soulmate on everything that had happened to him

begging for hints about the person's identity, because it was fourth year and james had no-one to take on hogsmeade dates

james shamelessly flirting, by writing compliments on his own lower abdomen for his soulmate to find

having lengthy conversations with somebody he'd never met

over the summer, before seventh year, he woke to a searing pain on his forearm

very much against his will, james potter had been branded with the dark mark

until the day he died, james only told two people that his soulmate was a deatheater: remus and mary.

james never found an excuse not to love his soulmate, though.

they spoke often, and when they didn't, james would draw wonky hearts across his ribs, down his stomach, decorating his hipbones.

one day, after james had left school, a single sentence was scrawled on his palm: 'despite us never crossing paths, and the fact that i don't believe in the ancient archetype of soulmates, i love you. please, stay safe'

after that, all correspondence was cut.

james spent the rest of his life mourning somebody he had never had, mourning somebody who was no more than ink smudges in the margin of his life.