#Lily Evans is a good mom

[dell-l4r5]

EveryoneLives/NobodyDies Harry Potter (and Marauders) Bluey! AU

Here is the scene that started the spiral:

“Did he crawl?” 

“Yes!” she answered, eyes glittering with amusement at her children, who immediately led loud exclamations of ‘hooray’. “backwards.”  She remembers it well, it was funny in retrospect, when it happened too, James certainly wasted no time making a joke about it beeping as if he was the alarm to Harry’s truck, when he learned about muggle trucks she had no idea.

“Ah come on,” Harry exclaimed, putting his hand to his forehead in absolute despair as his sister giggled, her dramatic child.

“the doctor said there was nothing to worry about.” and she was getting tired of the same response every time. “ But your nana Euphemia wasn’t having that.”

“Nana? what did she do?”

“well-” 

They were visiting for the weekend, James wanted to see his mom and Lily needed to clear her head a bit. A change of scenery could only help right? Euphemia wound mind some company, with fleamont out of the country, much less spending time with her only grandchild

“Let’s stop muckin’ around eh, a little labilis* jinx on those knees will do the charm”

“How is a labilis going to h- Oh morgana!” she almost screamed. Harry had just slipped and belly planted on the floor, James wasn’t exactly happy either.

“MOM, what are you doing! this isn’t legal anymore.” In the muggle world at least.

“If he cant crawl he will have to walk.” Harry slipped again. “ I’ll  summon some grip on the floor and-” she and her husband took the moment her mother in law turned looking for her wand to grab their child and clear off before Euphemia had more ideas, last she heard before they were out the door was a confused “oh! where did they go?”.

“Your nana is old school,” she finished to her laughing kids. “Not that it mattered though, Draco had won the baby race” 

“ow biscuits” Her younger was quite immersed in the story, she just hoped it wouldn’t give her kid more reasons to antagonise Draco when he was back next door for Narcissa’s custody week. but her Harry on the other hand…

“Are you upset with me that I lost the baby race” He mumbled, her boy had always been quite sensitive of other emotions and a little hard on himself, picking on the the subtle things it wouldn’t surprised her if he somehow got a hint of her past frustrations and thought them directed towards himself her poor boy.

“Of course not sweetie.” She pulled him to her side with her closest arm, hugging him tightly. ” look we were all learning things for the first time, I just- “she stutered a moment before taking a breath- “felt like I was doing everything wrong.” and sometimes it still feels like it, the feeling of inadequacy never left her not really, coming at the most unexpected times, at the most precarious times, even when doing everything by the book, maintaining that doubt creeping at the back of your conscience.

Am I doing things right? Am I failing them?  

It is curious how parenthood, as wanted as it was, is the source of such worry and ache as it is the reason for her greatest joy.

Her son, wide eyes full of wonder, gently cradled in his fathers arms looking directly at her unaware of her turmoil on his sweet innocence, always  reaching to her

“Honey.” James came behind her, their baby still in arms. “ Aren't you going to mother’s group?” 

Lily just sighted without turning around, her absence would be noticed.

“ But then-” she smiled at them, trying to chanel at least a fraction of the incommensurable love they inspired in her heart for them to see, as she continued the story- “One day Ron’s mom came to see me.”

“Hi Lily” Molly said as she approached, startling her out of her thoughts while carrying her own son carefully against her pregnant self.

“Molly! Hello, oh I’m so sorry the house is a mess.”

“we chatted for a while and the she show me a photo-”

“Of what?”

“What did we say about interrupting others while speaking?”

“Sorry.”

“See that you don't do it again, as I was saying, she show me a photo of her family-”

“Are these All your children?”

“yep” she replied.

“I thought Ron was your first.”

 “Oh no,” she waved her hand, as if physically dismissing the idea. “ I’ve got six kid- wait no seven.” she corrected touching her baby bump.

“I had no idea” It was a funny thought though, she could only imagine the chaos that would happen in a house that full. “You must have learned a Thing or two.”

“In deed I have.” Molly stretched her arm to put a hand on Lily's Knee. “and There is something you need to know.”

“What?” She lifted her gaze from the photo, locking eyes with Molly's solemn face.

“You’re doing great”

[alwayshinny]

Happy birthday Lily! 🎂 👑

The first and last birthday she got to spend with her lil man 😭

[hptrash-lookaway]

Idk if literally anyone else thinks about this, but I’m also always thinking about Harry being all sad because people don’t really see him when they look at him, they see the bwl or his parents

And yeah there’s a ton of people who do see Harry as just the bwl, but like,, outside of like,, the order and a couple of others, most people probably aren’t seeing Harry’s parents in him, like Lily and James weren’t famous till they died (outside of James being the sole heir to an old line, although it does raise the question of if people took issue with him marrying Lily since she was a muggleborn, anyways how many people would care that much about James being the last Potter outside of other old family lines?) so outside of the people they personally interacted with, most probably didn’t pay that much attention to them, whereas Harry is hella famous and has been that way for most of his life

Idk if I can actually articulate my point but anyways once again thinking about a lot of people from the marauders generation ending up in the hp generation, and Harry’s all worried about no one caring about him anymore because he thinks most people only care about him as a replacement for his parents, but a lot of the people from his generation are only excited to meet them because they’re Harry’s parents

Idk it’s also funny to me to think about it being like still in the middle of the war and the order really caring about Lily and James being back and feeling more confident, and outside of like Snape, most of the death eaters and Voldemort aren’t fully sure who they’re looking at for a few seconds, like they’ve just been so focused on Harry for so long, only caring about them when that prophecy came out

(and considering it had to have come out around when Harry was born because due dates are so fickle and he was 1 when they were killed, it had to be max a year till they were found, not too long in the grand scheme of things)

Also I’m imagining that this is more teenage James and Lily, so it doesn’t help that they don’t look exactly how they did before dying

(My reasoning for most death eaters not caring about James and Lily before the prophecy is that I believe the theory that most order members weren’t public knowledge, they didn’t have to go into hiding until the prophecy was made (if DE’s cared about them, no way they wouldn’t have been in a protected house from the start), we don’t really know what defying Voldemort means so it could’ve been anything, doesn’t necessarily mean it was in a way Voldemort would’ve cared about till he sat down to figure out which family the prophecy could be about and was like “oh wait”, and some other reasons that make sense only to me and idk how to word them)

(Like I really think they’d be in the same amount of being famous as Tonks would be pre-prophecy, she’s an order member, she’s an auror like James who probably doesn’t take shit from all those death eaters who should’ve been in Azkaban and are now living normal lives, and she has a dramatic family history, her mom was completely disowned from a very well known family for marrying her dad, when they didn’t even completely disown Sirius!! And then she had a baby with a known werewolf, yet there’s not ever really a sense that she’s that famous or that death eaters care that much about her)

[zendayas-wh0re]

Marilily

good luck babe is mary singing abt lily who refuses to admit that shes lesbian. tuney already thinks shes a freak [internalised homophobia] and as she dies her last thought is that shes nothing more than his wife

[liliavalley]

listening to my fav muscial podcast i just know in strange woods would kill as a stage production

[chimneyz]

Lazy Mornings

for the @bucktommyfluffebruary day four: clingy boyfriends rated: g | words: 842 on ao3

The heartbeat of the love of his life lulled him to a state of peace, Tommy clung a little tighter onto Evan’s shirt. He hummed softly, nestling his head into Evan’s chest, his hums turning to a soft familiar tune. A tune his mother used to hum while gardening her favorite lilies. His body relaxed whenever he was with Evan, his chest felt light, free.  The sun shined from the window hitting the top of Evan’s curls. Tommy loved how the sun hits them perfectly, giving Evan a glow, a halo of sorts. Loud snores echoed throughout the quiet bedroom, Tommy looked up to see Evan’s mouth propped open, drool dripping down the corner of Evan’s lips. Tommy loved mornings like these, mornings where he could be wrapped around Evan’s arms, holding him close. 

Tommy mindlessly hummed his tune, soaking up the warmth radiating from Evan’s body. He didn’t even realize the absence of snoring until Evan moved his hand, running his fingers through Tommy’s hair. 

“What are you humming there?” Evan smiled.

“Something my mom used to sing when I was little,” Tommy sighed with nostalgia. 

Evan hummed, “It’s nice.” 

Tommy nodded, nesting his head deeper into Evan’s chest. 

“Hon’ I need to get ready for an appointment soon,” Evan whispered as he kissed gently on top of Tommy’s head. 

Tommy let out a muffled whine, clinging onto Evan just a little bit tighter. If Tommy could freeze time, to stay like this with Evan, in bed for the rest of eternity, he would. He would fight the gods if it meant he could stay like this till the end of the universe. 

“Tommy?”

Tommy looked up at Evan’s big blue eyes, they sparked in the sunlight. 

“Don’t go,” Tommy finally murmured, “Reschedule it, stay with me.” 

Evan huffed out a laugh, “Tommy, I-I can’t.” 

Tommy tilted his head with a whine, it was rare for Tommy to pout. Evan was the one to usually pull this card, a card he pulled often. A card Tommy could never say no to. Now it was for Tommy to pull that card. 

Evan sighed, lightly tossing his head back on the pillow. Tommy could see Evan’s mouth twitch, trying to hide his smile. Tommy shifted himself up Evan’s body, resting his head in the crook of Evan’s neck. Softly peppering kisses along Evan’s skin, his body shook with giggles as Tommy continued up his throat. 

“Tommy, Tommy, I can’t reschedule it,” Evan giggled, “I can’t just show up to our wedding with no suit. Do you want me to show up naked?”

Tommy’s lips smiled against Evan’s neck. 

“You would like that, wouldn’t you? Was that your plan all along?” Evan tilted his head. 

“You got me,” Tommy smiled, “The only suit I want to see you in at our wedding is your birthday suit.” 

Evan barked out a laugh, his body shaking underneath Tommy’s. Gently grabbing hold of Tommy’s jawline, he slowly guides Tommy to his lips, sweetly kissing him. They lazily kiss, softly, gently. Tommy hums against Evan’s lips, slowly he pulls himself away, looking down at his Evan. His unruly morning curls, his soft pink lips, his big blue eyes that have captured starlight, a smile brighter than the sun itself. 

Tommy still couldn’t believe he was going to marry this man. He still couldn’t believe he found his forever love, his last, let alone that it was going to be Evan Buckley. Tommy still wasn’t sure if he deserved to be with Evan, if he was worthy of this marriage. But he was going to make damn well sure he was. 

“What is it?” Evan tilted his head, words dipped in honey. 

“Nothing,” Tommy grinned, “I just… Do you know how much I love you?”

Evan’s smile grew brighter, “Yeah, I have a pretty good idea.” 

“Good.” He leaned up, sweetly kissing the birthmark above Evan's eyebrow.  

Moving down, Tommy nestled his head against Evan's heart, humming his tune again, softly squeezing Evan's chest under his hand. Tommy’s spins shivered as Evan ran his fingers through his hair. 

“I still have to get going though,” Evan whispered. 

“Can you just stay a little longer?” 

Evan sighed, reaching for his phone on the nightstand, dialing a number. “I'll reschedule.” 

“This wedding doesn't have to be perfect you know,” Tommy murmured, “All I need is you, sweetheart.” 

Evan snorted, “Says the man who went all groomzilla when planning it.”

“I wouldn't say groomzilla, Evan.” 

“Tommy, hon’, you stayed up for over twenty-four hours just setting up the dream board agonizing over the perfect color pallet.” 

Tommy hummed. 

“Can we stay like this for today?” Tommy asked.

“For as long as you want,” Evan pressed his lips on top of Tommy’s hair. 

Tommy clung onto Evan just a little bit tighter, soaking in the warmth, the love. His lips hummed a tune, Tommy would do anything to stop time, to live in this moment until the end of the universe, the end of everything. To be by Evan’s side forever and ever.

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[theking-mustdie]

*marauders each carving a pumpkin*

moony: carving an intricate galaxy

sirius: remus

james: a snitch

regulus: jackolantern

peter: flowers

marlene: “i kissed ur mom”

dorcas: astrology signs

lily: really good landscape scene

barty: a dick

evan: horrible smiley face

pandora: butterfly

mary: hearts

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfic - World

Words: 977

@wolfstarmicrofic

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Sirius loved his job. He loved working with tiny humans. He loved being one of the people who introduced them to the world outside their home. To show them nature, read stories, and chat with them while they drew scribbly pictures.

The plan had been for him to go into politics, like his father, and grandfather. And great grandfathers, back further than he cared to think about. But even Orion Black couldn’t get on board with his gay son inheriting his seat in the House of Lords. So they swiftly moved onto the spare, until they pushed him to rebellion too. According to the last email, Regulus was running a vineyard in France and was stunningly happy, which made Sirius happy in turn.

Each year he got kids from all walks of life. Kids with two moms, disabled kids, kids in care, kids with more energy than they knew what to do with, kids whose passions were adorably wild for four-year-olds, like cooking or cricket. His godson had just started in his class and was proving to be a handful, as he knew he would be. Any child that was half James Potter and half Lily Evans, with a healthy dose of Sirius’ influence could be nothing less.

But when he got word that he had a student starting the school year a month late, he mentally assigned Harry as his buddy. Within minutes of having Teddy Lupin in his class, he knew it was a good decision.

He’d been in a meeting when Teddy arrived. He’d meant to have a chat with Teddy’s parent. Dad, he seemed to remember the paperwork saying, with a name almost as ridiculous as his own. Roman? Something like that. He’d have to catch him at the end of the day. His teaching assistant, Dorcas told him that the dad seemed as nervous as Teddy, but that he was cute and sarcastic. If she said that with a pointed look at him, he pretended not to notice.

Teddy let Harry show him around the classroom, the reading nook, the ‘pretend area’ that was set up as a cafe this week, the toy cupboard and finally their table. Teddy asked lots of questions and Sirius took this as a good sign. Better he ask than feel like he couldn’t.

Once the class was settled, working on drawing their house and family, Sirius crouched next to Teddy’s desk.

“How’re you getting on, Teddy?” He said quietly.

“Good, I think.” He stuck his tongue between his teeth as he concentrated on drawing. “I only have to draw me and my dad.”

“That’s not fair!” Ron moaned from the other side of the table. “I think I need more Paper!”

Sirius chuckled, “But think how much your mum and dad will love this drawing, with all of you on it!” He’d taught Ron’s twin brothers a couple of years ago, and he knew for a fact that they had not produced any pictures like this for their family, so it would be a nice change of pace for them. He turned back to Teddy, “If you need help or anything at all, just let me know. There are no stupid questions, ok?” Teddy nodded, not looking away from his drawing.

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Teddy was the last to collect his belongings at the end of the day, and Sirius helped him put his water bottle into his tiny backpack before they headed for the door. “Oh, wait! Your lovely drawing!” Sirius grabbed it off his desk. “I bet your dad is going to love this!”

“He does drawing. For a job!” Teddy shared, gleefully. “I want to do that.”

“Well based on today’s artwork, I think you’d be a fantastic artist!” He smiled down at Teddy, who beamed up at him. “Come on, let’s go find your dad.”

Teddy’s Dad, who Dorcas was, annoyingly, definitely not wrong about, was waiting on the playground alone, looking nervously at the door. He visibly sighed in relief when he saw them and walked towards them.

“Dad!” Teddy ran towards him and was swept up into a hug. “Dad! I did art!”

“You did?” Teddy’s dad asked earnestly. “Can I see it?” Sirius held out the drawing, which he took and examined. He crouched next to his son. “You drew the new house. Wow! That’s so much detail, Teds. This is amazing. We’re going to put this on the wall in the kitchen!”

Teddy grinned at his dad, and then back at Sirius. “Thank you for Today.”

Sirius’ heart melted a little bit, “Thank you, Teddy! Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“Why don’t you go and play on the swings for a minute, while I have a quick chat with Mr…”

“Black.” Sirius supplied, “Sirius.”

Remus nodded as Teddy ran to the tiny swings on the playing field. “Was he alright? No trouble?”

“No trouble at all, he’s a good kid.” Sirius smiled, “His art skills are so advanced for his age. I honestly wouldn’t blink if you told me a ten-year-old drew this. Must be genetic.”

“Ah, he’s been bragging about me?” His cheeks flushed slightly and it was possibly the cutest thing that Sirius had ever seen.

“Yeah, seems he wants to follow in your footsteps.” Sirius paused, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t ask your name.”

“Remus. Lupin.” Remus. That was it. Remus’ cheeks grew pinker. “Well, thank you. I was so nervous about him starting late. He’s my world, but we had to move back. My mum.” Sirius understood. “But it seems he’s... in good hands.” A slight smirk teased the corners of Remus’ mouth.

Sirius had plenty of single mums flirt with him over the years, but this was new. “I’ll tell you what, Remus. Why don’t I give you my number, just in case.” He dragged his eyes up Remus’ torso.

“Sounds good,” Remus said, breathlessly.

[bralnwashed]

how i think the marauders and co would be at cooking

Regulus: He taught himself to cook months after moving out, only deciding to do so after being displeased by the section of freezer meals in the supermarket. His methods are questionable. Is it edible? It's also questionable. but he can feed himself so he doesn't care too much. 

Barty:  He does not know how to use spices. His food is always undersalted and way too spicy. He just added all that Cayanne cause it looked cool. Garlic? what's that? but all his food is edible and he somehow doesn't notice the spice. 

Pandora: She makes fairy cakes. If it doesn't look cute then she doesn't make it. She has actually full on sobbed in the kitchen before because her cake didn't turn out well. but she is so good at whimsical cakes with the oddest flavours. If you've not had a soy sauce and caramel cake before you have now. 

Evan: He will make the daintiest thing you have ever seen and the disappear. He knows how to make all the weird parts of animals taste good somehow. you would never know he picked up a spatula in his life unless he chose to tell you, only his closest friends know. 

Dorcas: Likes to cook, but doesn't cook for fun. She likes to try a new recipe every week. 

Lily: She can not cook to save her life. She knows the basics, boxed mac and cheese, and scrambled eggs. 

Mary: She loves to bake. And she's good at it. It's just a hobby, but she could do it for a living if she tired. she especially likes decorating cakes and making cherry pastries. 

Marlene: She is surprisingly really good at cooking some things, but will also burn water, she once caught her toaster on fire, but she will make the best pasta you've ever had. 

Remus: The best at comfort foods. He would always cook with his mom. He has that effortless feel in the kitchen. He can make the best soup and mac and cheese you have ever tasted. He will wow you by making homemade dinosaur chicken nuggets. He is also so picky. so he wants to know what is in his food. he tends to make more plain things but knows the things he makes very well. 

Sirius: Stress baker. He will make trays and trays of muffins when he feels guilty. He knows all the fancy things, and can and will cook you an apple tart or macarons from memory. He loves to bake things to give to people he loves. And if he doesn't like you, you will never taste a thing he's made ever. 

Peter: He's just a natural. He cooks some of the best food ever. If he offers to cook dinner, no one is saying no. 

James: He knows all the family recipes, He can cook like a pro. But he struggles with new recipes, If he isn't taught he can't copy them. the reading comprehension just goes out the window. 

[liliesmultiverse]

⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- *̩̩̥͙ nepo baby reality intro!!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ reality info!!

: ̗̀➛ it's currently december 20, 2024

: ̗̀➛ a woman named Carmen Leala Ramos won the 2024 U.S. presidential election. she is puerto rican, a lesbian and married to a transgender woman.

: ̗̀➛ world peace. all countries are at peace with each other and no wars will ever break out between them.

: ̗̀➛ equality. all genders are seen as equal by everyone and all have the same oppurtunities as each other. all religions are respected as are all races & sexualities.

: ̗̀➛ the world. the world is as healthy as it possibly can be and everyone works together to take extremely good care of it. climate change & global warming aren't a thing and there isn't any kind of pollution (esp. light pollution). all animals are completely safe and none are being hunted or going extinct by human cause. natural disasters happen way less and all countries always have medical & other resources available. no country is suffering from poverty, overpopulation or hunger. taxes and inflation don't exist and the economy is in a wonderful state all over the world.

: ̗̀➛ wilbur soot, elon musk, amber heard, kanye west, gracie abrams, danielle rose russell, j.k. rowling, sam taylor, donald trump & joe biden don't exist

: ̗̀➛ criminals of any kind are extremely rare to the point that most jails are actually empty. criminals also can't run for president or ever be in any position of power.

: ̗̀➛ healthcare is affordable for everyone and there's a day dedicated each month to giving homeless people free health check-ups. abortion is legal everywhere.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ about me!!

name: liliana amore evans

nickname(s): lily, lils, lil, anne, annie

age: 20

date of birth: september 10, 2004

birthplace: new orleans, louisiana

ethnicity: italian, french & irish

height: 5'4"

occupation: actress, singer, twitch streamer & youtuber

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my backstory!!

: ̗̀➛ i was born on september 10, 2004 in new orleans, louisiana to christopher robert evans & my CR mom. i am the younger sister of my two CR siblings & corbyn matthew evans and the older sister of my CR half-brother & walker lee evans. i am the goddaughter of zachary alexander bagans & scarlett ingrid johansson. i've loved acting ever since i was little thanks to my dad & godmother and landed my first role when i was 7 years old. i began streaming on twitch & posting on youtube when i was 14 in my free time. i recently released my first ever album, new romantics, a few weeks ago on november 21.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my filmography & roles!!

tv shows:

: ̗̀➛ shameless ; maisie 'maze' gallagher, carl's twin sister (2011-2021)

: ̗̀➛ grimm (1 ep.) ; april granger (2012)

: ̗̀➛ stranger things ; isabella charlotte 'bella' harrington, steve's little sister (2016-?)

: ̗̀➛ the originals (s5) ; hope andréa mikaelson (2018)

: ̗̀➛ legacies ; hope andréa mikaelson (2018-2022)

: ̗̀➛ a million little things ; sophie dixon (2018-2023)

: ̗̀➛ pretty little liars ; imogen adams (2022-?)

: ̗̀➛ bridgerton ; hyacinth bridgerton (2023-?)

movies:

: ̗̀➛ a walk among the tombstones ; lucia (2014)

: ̗̀➛ aloha ; grace woodside (2015)

: ̗̀➛ wonder ; miranda navas (2017)

: ̗̀➛ the greatest showman ; caroline barnum (2017)

: ̗̀➛ godzilla: king of the monsters ; madison russell (2019)

: ̗̀➛ godzilla vs. kong ; madison russell (2021)

: ̗̀➛ all too well: the short film ; her (2021)

: ̗̀➛ scream ; freya tatum riley, daughter of dewey riley & gale weathers (2022)

: ̗̀➛ scream vi ; freya tatum riley (2023)

: ̗̀➛ teen wolf: the movie ; evangeline 'eva' hale, derek's daughter & eli's twin (2023)

: ̗̀➛ damsel ; princess elodie (2024)

: ̗̀➛ nosferatu ; ellen hutter (2024)

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my albums!!

: ̗̀➛ new romantics

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my dad!!

name: christopher robert evans

nickname(s): dad, chris

age: 45

date of birth: june 13, 1979

birthplace: boston, massachusetts

ethnicity: irish-italian

height: 6'0"

occupation: actor

sexuality: straight

pronouns: he/him

spouse: my CR mom :)

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my older brother!!

name: corbyn matthew evans

age: 26

date of birth: october 4, 1998

birthplace: shreveport, louisiana

ethnicity: italian, french & irish

height: 5'10"

occupation: singer

sexuality: unlabeled

pronouns: he/him

other info: he is twins with my older sister

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my younger brother!!

name: walker lee evans

age: 15

date of birth: january 5, 2009

birthplace: new orleans, louisiana

ethnicity: italian, french & irish

height: 5'9"

occupation: actor

sexuality: unlabeled (could change)

pronouns: he/him

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my paternal aunt!!

name: taylor alison evans

stage name: taylor swift

age: 35

date of birth: december 13, 1989

birthplace: west reading, pennsylvania

ethnicity: irish-italian

height: 5'10"

occupation: singer-songwriter

sexuality: unlabeled

pronouns: she/her

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my boyfriend & future husband!!

name: aaron perry johnson

age: 34

date of birth: june 13, 1990

birthplace: liverpool, england

ethnicity: english-mexican

height: 6'4"

occupation: actor

sexuality: pansexual

pronouns: he/him

our trope: soulmates

other info: we've been officially dating since early august

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my best friends!!

[dell-l4r5]

Ok so, this is the scene that started the spiral, I hope you enjoy:

“Did he crawl?” 

“Yes!” she answered, eyes glittering with amusement at her children, who immediately led loud exclamations of ‘hooray’. “backwards.”  She remembers it well, it was funny in retrospect, when it happened too, James certainly wasted no time making a joke about it beeping as if he was the alarm to Harry’s truck, when he learned about muggle trucks she had no idea.

“Ah come on,” Harry exclaimed, putting his hand to his forehead in absolute despair as his sister giggled, her dramatic child.

“the doctor said there was nothing to worry about.” and she was getting tired of the same response every time. “ But your nana Euphemia wasn’t having that.”

“Nana? what did she do?”

“well-” 

They were visiting for the weekend, James wanted to see his mom and Lily needed to clear her head a bit. A change of scenery could only help right? Euphemia wound mind some company, with fleamont out of the country, much less spending time with her only grandchild

“Let’s stop muckin’ around eh, a little labilis* jinx on those knees will do the charm”

“How is a labilis going to h- Oh morgana!” she almost screamed. Harry had just slipped and belly planted on the floor, James wasn’t exactly happy either.

“MOM, what are you doing! this isn’t legal anymore.” In the muggle world at least.

“If he cant crawl he will have to walk.” Harry slipped again. “ I’ll  summon some grip on the floor and-” she and her husband took the moment her mother in law turned looking for her wand to grab their child and clear off before Euphemia had more ideas, last she heard before they were out the door was a confused “oh! where did they go?”.

“Your nana is old school,” she finished to her laughing kids. “Not that it mattered though, Draco had won the baby race” 

“ow biscuits” Her younger was quite immersed in the story, she just hoped it wouldn’t give her kid more reasons to antagonise Draco when he was back next door for Narcissa’s custody week. but her Harry on the other hand…

“Are you upset with me that I lost the baby race” He mumbled, her boy had always been quite sensitive of other emotions and a little hard on himself, picking on the the subtle things it wouldn’t surprised her if he somehow got a hint of her past frustrations and thought them directed towards himself her poor boy.

“Of course not sweetie.” She pulled him to her side with her closest arm, hugging him tightly. ” look we were all learning things for the first time, I just- “she stutered a moment before taking a breath- “felt like I was doing everything wrong.” and sometimes it still feels like it, the feeling of inadequacy never left her not really, coming at the most unexpected times, at the most precarious times, even when doing everything by the book, maintaining that doubt creeping at the back of your conscience.

Am I doing things right? Am I failing them?  

It is curious how parenthood, as wanted as it was, is the source of such worry and ache as it is the reason for her greatest joy.

Her son, wide eyes full of wonder, gently cradled in his fathers arms looking directly at her unaware of her turmoil on his sweet innocence, always  reaching to her

“Honey.” James came behind her, their baby still in arms. “ Aren't you going to mother’s group?” 

Lily just sighted without turning around, her absence would be noticed.

“ But then-” she smiled at them, trying to chanel at least a fraction of the incommensurable love they inspired in her heart for them to see, as she continued the story- “One day Ron’s mom came to see me.”

“Hi Lily” Molly said as she approached, startling her out of her thoughts while carrying her own son carefully against her pregnant self.

“Molly! Hello, oh I’m so sorry the house is a mess.”

“we chatted for a while and the she show me a photo-”

“Of what?”

“What did we say about interrupting others while speaking?”

“Sorry.”

“See that you don't do it again, as I was saying, she show me a photo of her family-”

“Are these All your children?”

“yep” she replied.

“I thought Ron was your first.”

 “Oh no,” she waved her hand, as if physically dismissing the idea. “ I’ve got six kid- wait no seven.” she corrected touching her baby bump.

“I had no idea” It was a funny thought though, she could only imagine the chaos that would happen in a house that full. “You must have learned a Thing or two.”

“In deed I have.” Molly stretched her arm to put a hand on Lily's Knee. “and There is something you need to know.”

“What?” She lifted her gaze from the photo, locking eyes with Molly's solemn face.

“You’re doing great”

The Idea of this Au originated because bluey is one of the best shows that actually portraits healthy family dynamics and I thing Harry deserves a happy Family, though it wasn't also a marauders AU when I first thought of it, these were the different plans I went through when imagining this:

A) Adult Harry after the war, raising Teddy with a partner (Probably Theo Nott, I just love them) but the characters didn't actually fit the relationships, so it would have a lot of OOC characters.

B) Regulus raising Harry AU, in which regulus survives hunting and destroying the locket, and after hearing that Sirious was sent to azkaban checks on Harry, the Dursley are horrible so he takes Harry and actually moves to Australia, a was toying with the idea of leave him a single dad but I really wanted him to find happiness and for Harry to have more people in his life who would take care of him. This one is loosely inspired by some fics in Ao3 that also have Reg rising harry, one of them even leave me with the idea of having Luna being the equivalent of Bingo after the early death of her parents. (If you all want I can look for the links and leave them in the comments maybe).

C) The idea actually, the most simple one but sometimes less is more. The moment I saw “baby race" I knew Chilli and Coco's mom were Lily and Molly, and the snow ball rolled from there.

Because Lily Evans didn't die for her child just to be labeled a villainess for whatever petty reason (Like some of the stories are good, and sometimes is necessary for the trama like in some of the wbwl stories, I get it. But to think that she would mistreat purposely her own boy just to have a reason to take her out the way for a ship or because is easier to blame the woman, doesn't sit well with me)

Well, coming back to the topic. this AU could have been a muggle AU as well but magic makes it more fun. The theme of this story is how healthy environments can help children break toxic cycles.

Of course the background to this starts with someone giving a damn about the orphan child that is so clearly magic but is treated like crap in a muggle orphanage by awful people to take him away from that toxic environment (who? I'll leave that to your imagination), that didn't make Tom automatically an selfless angel that only wants the good for the humanity but make him less desperate to fit on the blood purist vision of the world of his housemates nor decide to wreck his own soul just to stay alive. he never becomes a dark lord, therefore there is no British magic war, Therefore there are no just out of school child soldiers to die, on either side. the lack of war also has and impact on the school dynamics (less anti slytherin feeling) and wizengamot, so when Wallburga decides to curse her own children there are more consequences to it that it had on the original universe, it meaning losing custody to the Potters, meaning Sirius and Regulus get a much better childhood.

This post is getting a bit long so I'm going to make another othe with the list of character (the ones that are already selected at least) and the rest of the worlbuilding. If you have any opinions I would love to hear them <2

I Need to practice my English talking to strangers somewhere so let me present you:

An EveryoneLives/NobodyDies Harry Potter (and Marauders) Bluey! AU

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Okay I have a thought....

Marauders and their fav Christmas songs...

Remus: Santa, Can't You Hear Me by Kelly Clarkson and Ariana Grande (Remus would also love Christmas Shoes but can't listen to it without thinking of his mom and crying so he only listens to it once a year)

Sirius: Holidays by Conan Gray (duh it's Conan of course Sirius is gonna eat it up)

James: When Christmas Comes to Town from the Polar Express (you can't tell me he doesn't cry listening to this)

Peter: Wrap me up by Jimmy Fallon and Meghan Trainor (Peter would end up forcing everyone to duet with him at some point through the season)

Lily: Where Are You Christmas from The Grinch (mainly I think her vocals would sound so good at this)

Marlene: Buy me Presents by Sabrina Carpenter (the sass!)

Dorcas: Santa Tell Me by Ariana Grande (the year before she and Marlene got together she would listen to this and think about her the year after when they were together she would sing a slowed down version to her)

Mary: Christmas Tree Farm by Taylor Swift (all the girls would love it but Mary was the one busting it out the most)

Regulus: Merry Christmas, please don't call by the Bleachers (uurggg this song is just so Regulus coded!!!)

Evan: You're a mean one Mr Grinch (people think it's because he is trying to say he is like the Grinch and is mean but he can't not listen to it and think of the happy times in his childhood with Pandora)

Barty: Carol of the Bells (its giving prestige its giving hauntingly beautiful)

Pandora: You're a mean one Mr Grinch (people think it's because she is kinda quirky and so of course hut really the same reason as Evan)

Tbh I'm still learning about Evan and Bartys characters so forgive me if you think differently.

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Marauders era Headcanons

I’ll be adding to this throughout the storyline

Masterlist

Sirius Black:

- Partially Deaf, because there is no way he came out inbred and totally unscathed.

- Genderfluid because he’s an indecisive bitch

- Loves when his hair is braided no matter how much he says otherwise (also likes his head scratched)

- Paints his nails just to chip them cause he thinks it looks hot (same thing with smudging eyeliner)

- Calls Lily ‘Evans’, until she and James get together then he calls her ‘Mrs. Potter’

- annoyed he has to share James

- Fidgets with his hair and finger/rings constantly, because he definitely had ADD

- Makes this claw thingy with his hand when he’s nervous (if you know where this is from ily)

- Can dance REALLY WELL (ballet), because of that pure blood privilege, and does the stance naturally

-Can play the violin but is embarrassed so learns guitar so if someone asks him if he plays an instrument he can just say that instead

- Sexuality = Hot people aka Remus Lupin ( he’s just a whore idk what else to say)

-Touch starved/attention whore

- Such a fucking G, this man would riot for anything his friends ask

- If you walked into his closet you would think two people put their stuff in there, no, just him

- Speaks French

Remus Lupin:

- Poor boy is depressed

- And actually poor which is why he sells weed or other muggle things (he hustles the shit out of the students at Hogwarts by saying everything is ‘exotic’ and they believe him because everyone thinks he’s smart)

- Touch starved but doesn’t like to be touched (if you know you know)

-Bisexual panic. All. The. Time.

-Oblivious as hell to the fact everyone wants him— I mean everyone

- Loves tea. SO. MUCH. TEA.

- Has a book club with Lily

- Got a ton of piercings and tattoos over fifth year’s summer, but people rarely see them cause he’s always wearing sweaters or covered up some how

-His whole closet look like it should belong to an old man, yet he still slays

- Bites his lips and inside of cheek a lot, so James carries around lip balm for him

- When he’s high he’s chill

- But he’s hysterical when he’s drunk

-Can read multiple languages, but his pronunciation is god awful (Sirius makes fun of him for it)

-Has Chocolate on hand at all times because once he didn’t and he threw Snape across the classroom

-Man is an uncoordinated tree

James Potter:

- Both the Mom and child of the group somehow

- Takes lots of naps

-Sorry to say but Gryffindor is his personality

- Foot taps

- Holy shit this guy is ADHD

- ‘Bambi’ is his other nickname, and he thinks it’s cute until he watches the movie

- The healthiest mentally of the group

- Golden retriever vibes

- If James hasn’t seen Sirius within 30 minutes and he doesn’t know where he is, he gets panicked

-Has a thing for Youngest siblings apparently (Lily and Regulus)

-Obsessed with Babies

- Definition of himbo sometimes

- He’s good at every sport he tries

- Queer

- Trained Sirius not to say Mudblood throughout first and second year

Peter Pettigrew:

- Trans (I’ll go more in-depth later)

- Ace

- if Social anxiety was a person

- Bakes like an absolute KING

- Chews fingernails, so Sirius got him leather gloves to matches his own to get him to stop

- Knows random shit/facts

-also knows everyone’s business because no one pays him any attention

- Short king

- Hilarious, practically makes the group piss themselves when alone in the common room

- Loves everything fuzzy

- Has been in love with Mary since third or fourth year, but hasn’t said anything because he knew about her and Lily

- Has family trauma too, but he doesn’t thinks it’s enough to complain about because of what he’s seen with Sirius

- Was the first to master turning into an animagus

-As bad as Sirius and James with worrying about his hair, just less loud about it

-He knew about wolfstar before James

Lily Evans:

-Pansexual

- Politics Queen

- As sassy and sarcastic as Sirius

-Stress cleans

- the Left corner of her forehead twitches when she’s mad

- Thick girl (her thighs are HUGE and James practically drools over them 24/7, respectively ofc)

- Short 5’

- the others have to keep her within arms reach because she gets lost easily in crowds, her hair is the only thing that helps

- Human calculator (she gets perfect marks on every subject EXCEPT DADA, which is the class Sirius and James do; it annoys her to no end)

- Most likely to actually throw hands

- Fangirls openly about book characters (with Remus)

- Can’t sing to save her life (poor babe just wants to sing abba, but she just ends up being made fun of)

-Vowed to not cut her hair until she graduated, so around sixth year she had to start braiding it because if she didn’t she’d sit on it

- Can forge a signature/handwriting very well

- Is actually really insecure about her magical abilities because of the rift it caused between her and Petunia

Marlene McKinnon:

-Lesbian

-The only person to actually make her question her sexuality is Remus, and that’s because it’s fucking Remus Lupin

- During fourth year when her and Sirius were ‘dating’, they were just teaching each other how to flirt with girls/guys and they’d kiss just to practice

-Obsessed with Piercings (begged Remus to give her a couple after he told her about how he had the supplies)

- One of the best players on the Gryffindor Quidditch team/ uses it as anger management (Beater position)

-Her and Sirius have an agreement to tell each other the weekly outfit plan so they don’t wear the same thing or color (red or black mostly)

- Roasting people is her platonic love language

-Can play every band instrument

-She looks like a tough, rocker chick but is a softie for Dorcas

- Intimidates everyone because she’s low key buff (can bench more than James and Sirius combined) and super tall (looks like a giant next to Lily)

-Can’t speak in front of Dorcas at first, yet Dorcas understands her

-Big on PDA which leads to Sirius gagging obnoxiously

-Her and Sirius “fighting” is for show so people stop shipping them together/ teasing them

- Dyslexic so Lily and Dorcas read to her if there’s anything important (which leads to them doing it even if she’s not around)

-Simps for James Mum (but who wouldn’t)

Dorcas Meadowes:

- Part of the Slytherin skittles

- Non-binary

-Demisexual

- Dark humor and it’s worse when she’s around Regulus and Barty

- Nyx is her first girl kiss in my oc story (Marlene probably was for every other story)

-Big softy when it comes to Marlene

-Resting bitch face

- Amazing artist/ sketching Marlene constantly

- Makes jewelry (Marlene and her matching rings, and friendship bracelets/ necklaces for the others that they can never take off— she warns them before hand)

- Will go batshit crazy if she stays up after 12 am

-Gets super competitive when playing Quidditch

- Rants about how much she loves pockets every 20 minutes

- Instinctively moves closer to someone she knows when she’s in public

- More introverted than the rest, would rather stay in the common room and chill

-makes a ton of your mom jokes

Mary Macdonald:

- Pansexual or Polysexual

-She loves to embroidery/making clothes, so if anyone needs something made or tailored they go to her

-Hypes everyone up all the time, ‘don’t disrespect yourself’ vibe

- Has the best alcohol tolerance in the group

-James potter triggers her for a multitude of reasons; they have a banter relationship

- She always has what you need in her bag— like Mary Poppins

-Lily was her first love and friend

- SUCH a good listener (like I know canon Remus and Lily would be the best listeners, but I think it’s Mary)

- Both her and Remus had a glow up fourth year and everyone wants to either be them or be with them

- Loves dancing, will do it randomly while doing absolutely anything

-Hates cold weather, she’ll literally wear five jackets DON’T play

-Has had or does have a eating disorder because of societal pressure of internal judgment; not to mention people definitely paint her out to be a ‘slag’ because she happens to be more open about her sexuality (and they don’t do it to Sirius because we live in a fucked patriarchy)

- Will scream “fuck the police” or “fuck the Patriarchy” when running away from an authority figure (or just Lily/Remus)

-vegetarian 

-Extroverted (loves to be around people/hates being alone)

Regulus Black:

- Asthma (again, can’t escape inbreeding completely)

-Has permanent dark circles, yet he still looks beautiful??? Looks like eyeshadow to be real

- Demisexual

-trans

-Scratching his knuckles is a severe nervous tick of his

-Writes poetry and short stories

- Plays the piano

-Started playing quidditch to interact with Sirius more and to impress him (but as he got older he didn’t really give a shit anymore)

-Speaks French and Reads Latin

-Really into Astronomy

- He had a crush on James in fifth year but didn’t pursue it because he still somewhat resented him for having Sirius all to himself (and he knew Sirius would get mad)

-Cusses a lot when around his friends

-Best poker face, could lie to anyone and get away with it

-Photographic memory

-Nice to all the House elves (and all the Marauders except Sirius and James)

Pandora, Evan, and Barty

Evan and Pandora are siblings

Everyone in the Marauders and Slytherin Skittles have agreed that Pandora has to be protected at all cost

What they don’t know is that this girl is lethal (Carries around potions she’s created that could burn through steel)

Barty is hella gay, psychotic, and a bit of a pyro

Barty is also low key obsessed with Regulus

Evan is in love with Barty

Rosekiller is a thing, and it is toxic (don’t we just love it)

I’ll probably add more for Barth, Evan, and Pandora later

[youngsadlesbian]

SIRIUS GIRL — marlene mckinnon.

pairing: marlene mckinnon x reader

summary: marlene mckinnon was the love of your life. but sometimes, lovers do not end up together.

a/n: i think it's the most angst and miserable thing i've ever written in my life, i'm sorry 🥹 i got carried away a bit and added more things than i would have liked, so in the end, this story was more about harry x reader than marlene x reader in a way. i didn't have much time to revise the story, so as english is not my first language, i apologize for any mistakes. hope u like it!

word count: 7,1k

warnings: angst, everyone dies cause jk rowling hates every single character, so many sadness and death and reader being a worried mom <3

Marlene McKinnon was the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts. It was not known for sure if it was because of her brown eyes that contrasted so well with her fair skin, or because of her blonde hair that had a unique cut that only suited her.

But she was Sirius's girl, your best friend since your first day at Hogwarts.

Your passion for Marlene was immediate. You clearly remembered watching her from the Gryffindor table, her striking figure appearing calm as the Sorting Hat was placed on her head. When you found out she was going to be your housemate for seven years, you knew it was her.

But you never had the courage to confess your passion. In fact, you didn't communicate much with her because you was always a complete mess when tried. No one noticed because you always knew how to disguise it very well.

Your years at Hogwarts were incredible. Your friendship with Sirius grew every year. You became friends with the Marauders and also an animagus, to help Remus with his transformations.

You were a beautiful black cat, nicknamed Kitty. Normally, you would lie in wait and run through the secret passages with Peter if something went wrong, to warn Dumbledore. It was a perfect disguise; Hogwarts was full of cats.

Just like your friendship with the Marauders, you've found someone just as amazing as Sirius: Lily Evans. You had known each other for years, sharing a dorm and studying together at times. But never to the point where have a connection. It was sudden and one of the best things that happened to you. Lily was smart, selfless and sensitive.

In your seventh year, everything changed when Sirius and Marlene suddenly started dating. You always knew how to hide your feelings well because you were very shy, but for the first time, Sirius noticed that your smile wasn't as sincere as it used to be.

"Hey, Kitty. Is everything okay?" Sirius asked one night after Quidditch practice. You were watching Marlene and Sirius laughing together from afar, your heart aching with every look.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Padfoot. I just have a lot on my mind with the exams and everything," you replied, trying to sound casual.

Sirius didn't look convinced, but he didn't insist. "Okay, but you know you can talk to me, right?"

You nodded, forcing a smile. "Of course, thank you, Padfoot."

Months passed, and you continued to hide your feelings, maintaining a brave facade while inside, your heart ached every time you saw Marlene and Sirius together. You buried yourself in your studies trying to distract yourself from the pain.

It didn't take long to realize that maybe finding someone to spend time with would be a good distraction. This is how your relationship with Emmeline Vance, a Ravenclaw student, began. Both with different reasons; she because she wanted a distraction from the pressure of school and parents, and you, because she wanted something to ease the pain.

Remus was the only one who didn't seem very happy when he found out about your relationship and at the time you didn't understand. But Remus always knew that you loved Marlene, even if in your head it was a secret to everyone.

Until your graduation, you were forced to create a facade that only disappeared in front of Emmeline, a witch smart enough to discover the truth. You spent countless nights lying in the astronomy tower, looking at the stars, you being comforted by Emmeline while you saw Sirius and Marlene in the distance returning from some walk.

You would feel more alone and miserable if it weren't for the constant presence of Remus, Lily and Emmeline, who wouldn't leave you alone for a single minute.

One of the happiest moments of your life, besides witnessing Lily and James' wedding, was being invited to be Harry's godmother months later.

It was a common visit to the Potter's house, where you would always bring a cake and Lily would prepare tea. It was colder than usual, so you wore something heavier and took off your coat as soon as the house felt cozy and warm, settling down on the couch next to Lily. "I've been talking to James and we've decided that there's no better person to be Harry's godmother than you. Of course, if you accept." You hugged Lily tightly and couldn't hold back your tears.

"Of course I do! That's amazing." Lowering yourself until you were at Lily's belly, you placed your mouth close and got a laugh from the witch. "Hey little Potter, I promise I'll be the best godmother in the world."

You needed to stay away from them as soon as the prophecy was revealed, as you were actively a member of the Order of the Phoenix and were not supposed to know where they were to avoid magic being used on you in case there was a confrontation and they discovered the Potters' location. You got some owls from Lily where she told you about smart little Harry and how he had your eyes and looked a lot like his dad.

Then, one afternoon in 1981, everything changed. You remembered sitting on the couch finishing reading Dorian Gray when a noise at the window scared you. It was Luna, Remus's owl. Luna was large, with an impressive wingspan that highlighted her majestic presence. Her plumage was mostly white, with scattered black markings that provided an elegant contrast, and she had expressive yellow eyes, reflecting a serene wisdom and keen perception, just like her owner. In Luna's beak there was a letter addressed to you, and due to the rush in writing you feared the worst.

But nothing would prepare you for Remus' words.

Kitty,

I hope this letter finds you well, despite the difficult circumstances that surround us. It is with a heavy heart that I write to inform you of terrible news. Marlene McKinnon and her entire family were brutally murdered by Death Eaters. Their loss is a devastating blow to us all and a painful reminder of the cruelty we have faced.

I need to speak to you urgently. There are important issues that we must discuss in person. Please meet me at the Hog's Head, I'm waiting for you. The situation is serious and your support is crucial at this time.

With regret and hope to see you soon,

Remus Lupin

No. You couldn't believe it.

You rushed out of your house, the shock and pain giving you frantic energy. You apparated straight to Hogsmeade and ran towards the Hog's Head. As entered the pub, the dark, smoky atmosphere barely registered in your mind; Your eyes searched for Remus, and he was there, sitting in the corner, with an expression of deep sadness.

“Remus,” you whispered, almost out of breath. He looked up and, upon seeing your devastated expression, immediately stood up to wrap you in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry, Kitty. I'm so sorry," he repeated, his voice hoarse with emotion.

You clung to him, the crying finally breaking through the barriers. "I...I can't believe it. Marlene... Her whole family... why?"

Remus sighed, rubbing your back comfortingly. "The Death Eaters are getting bolder and bolder. They are attacking anyone they see as a threat. Marlene was a strong and brave witch, as you know. She fought to the end, but... it wasn't enough."

You sobbed into Remus' shoulder, his every word digging into your heart like a blade. "She deserved so much more... they all did."

He continued to hold you, letting you cry, offering the silent comfort of his presence. After a while, he spoke again, his voice low and full of regret. "I knew this would be difficult for you. Marlene meant a lot to all of us, but especially to you."

You nodded, unable to speak, the weight of the loss crushing your chest. Remus stood there, unwavering, his invaluable support in this moment of pain.

Days passed in a whirlwind of sadness and grief. You could barely function, the loss of Marlene still fresh and painful. But then, the news that would come next would rock his world even more.

You were sitting at the small table in your kitchen, trying to drink some tea that Remus had insisted on making for you, when an owl brought another letter. This time, from Dumbledore.

With shaking hands, you opened the letter and read the words with dawning horror. Lily and James Potter were dead, handed over to a terrible fate by Sirius Black. And Harry, your godson, was now an orphan and you figured he would stay with the Dursleys.

Feeling a growing desperation, you hurried to get dressed and apparated to Little Whinging, Surrey. Finding Dumbledore before he left Harry with the Dursleys was his only priority now.

Arriving in the quiet neighborhood, you saw Dumbledore standing on the sidewalk, holding a small package of blankets with Harry inside. He looked surprised as you approached, your breathing quickening with panic and excitement.

“Dumbledore, please,” you began, voice shaky. "Don't leave Harry with the Dursleys. Let me have him. He's my godson, and… I need to look after him."

Dumbledore looked at you with a sad and compassionate look. "I understand your wish, my dear, but Harry will be safe here with the Dursleys. There are ancient protections that can only be activated by blood. He will be safe here, even if it is not the most loving place."

“But… they won’t love him like I do,” you argued, tears streaming down your face. "He needs love, support, not just security."

Dumbledore sighed deeply, considering his words. He looked at little Harry in his arms, then at you. "Do you understand the magnitude of what you are asking? Caring for Harry will be an arduous and dangerous task. He needs someone who can protect him and guide him with love and wisdom."

“I understand,” you replied firmly, though your voice shook. "I promise I will look after him, protect him with my life. Please, Dumbledore, let me be that person for him."

Dumbledore studied you for a long moment before slowly nodding. "Very well. I see the sincerity in your eyes. Harry will need love and protection, and if you are willing to offer that, then he will stay with you."

He handed Harry to you, his blue eyes shining with a mixture of relief and concern. "Take good care of him. He is our future."

You held Harry tenderly, feeling the weight of responsibility and love grow in your heart. "I promise I will look after him, Dumbledore. With all my heart."

As Dumbledore disappeared into the darkness of the night, you looked down at little Harry in your arms, feeling a renewed determination. You would honor Lily and James' memory.

\-/

Years passed, and Harry grew up in a home full of love and care. You dedicated yourself entirely to him, ensuring he had a happy and safe childhood. He was a happy, curious and lively child, always eager to explore the world around him.

You remembered the precious moments you spent together: the nights when he asked you to read stories about wizards and witches before bed, the sunny afternoons in the garden where he ran and played with an infectious laugh, and the birthday parties you had you organized it with so much care, always making a point of creating unforgettable memories.

When Harry was old enough to understand, you started telling him about his parents. You chose a quiet day, when he was sitting on your lap, his green eyes shining with curiosity.

“Harry, there is something very important I need to tell you,” you began, stroking his dark hair. "Your parents, Lily and James, were incredible people. They loved you more than anything in this world and made a huge sacrifice to protect you."

Harry's eyes widened, taking in every word. "What happened to them?" he asked, his voice soft and full of innocence.

“Your parents were killed by a very dangerous dark wizard called Voldemort,” you explained, the pain still fresh in your heart. "They died to protect you, Harry. But their love for you was so strong that it saved you."

Harry was silent for a moment, processing the information. Then, he looked at you with a surprising maturity for his age. "I lost a mother and a father," he said slowly, "but I gained another mother, didn't I?"

Your heart sank and your eyes filled with tears. You hugged Harry tightly, feeling a deep love for the brave boy. "Yes, Harry. And I will always be here for you."

When Harry turned eleven, a very special event happened. One morning, while you were having breakfast, an owl sat on the window with a letter in its beak. Harry ran to catch it, his eyes shining with excitement.

"It's from Hogwarts!" he exclaimed, opening the letter with shaking hands. "I've been accepted! I'm going to Hogwarts!"

You smiled, happiness radiating from you. "I knew this day would come. I'm so proud of you, Harry."

Preparing for Hogwarts was a time of great excitement. You took Harry to Diagon Alley to buy all his school supplies. You walked together through the magical streets, exploring each store with curiosity and wonder.

At the Owl Emporium, Harry chose a white owl named Hedwig, who immediately cuddled up to his arm, creating an instant bond. At Ollivander's, Harry was delighted to find the perfect wand for him, a magical experience he would never forget.

"This is amazing!" Harry exclaimed, looking around with wide eyes. "I didn't know a place like this existed."

You smiled, happy to share this experience with him. "The wizarding world is full of wonders, Harry. And you will discover so many incredible things at Hogwarts."

The night before Harry left for Hogwarts, you sat next to him on the bed, holding his hands. "Harry, you're starting a new adventure. Remember, your parents would be just as proud of you as I am. And no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you."

Harry smiled, eyes shining with excitement. "I know. Thank you for everything. I couldn't have asked for a better mother."

His words warmed your heart, and you hugged him tightly, feeling a deep gratitude for having Harry in your life. The next morning, you walked him to platform 9 ¾, helping him board the train to Hogwarts.

"Be brave, Harry. And enjoy every moment," you said, waving as the train pulled away.

Harry waved back, a beaming smile on his face. "I'll go! I'll see you on vacation!"

Harry's first four years at Hogwarts were marked by adventures, challenges and dangers that you could never have imagined when you decided to look after him. Every year, you were called to school because of some incident, each one more incredible and frightening than the last.

In his first year, Harry entered into a series of events that culminated in his fight against Voldemort. When Dumbledore sent a letter informing him that Harry had faced Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort's spirit, your heart almost stopped.

Arriving at the hospital wing, you found Harry lying in bed, surrounded by Ron and Hermione. His eyes lit up when he saw you.

"Mom! I'm fine, just a little tired," he said with a weak smile.

You hugged him tightly. "Little Potter, you always get into trouble, don't you?"

He laughed, but there was a weariness in his eyes. "It was scary, but we won."

During the summer holidays, you made sure to provide Harry with moments of peace and happiness. You spent sunny days walking in the park, reading together and exploring Diagon Alley. One night, while you were watching a muggle movie, you made a joke, "Harry, if you keep this up, I'm going to be too old to deal with your adventures before I'm fifty."

He laughed and replied, "Sorry, Mom. I promise to try to stay out of trouble...if trouble stays out of me."

In the second year, the events surrounding the Chamber of Secrets were even scarier. When you received Dumbledore's letter about Harry's situation and the petrified students, you flew to Hogwarts.

In the hospital wing, you found Harry once again, with Ron and Hermione at his side.

"Harry, honey, are you okay?" You asked, trying to hold back the tears.

Harry nodded, looking a little shaken. "I'm fine, Mom. It was a giant snake that time."

You shook your head in disbelief. "A giant snake? And here I am, thinking things couldn't get any crazier."

Over the holidays, the two of you took a trip to the countryside, far from any magical threats. Walked along trails, had picnics and spent nights watching the stars. Harry loved the tranquility, and you made another joke to lighten the mood: "Harry, if we ever bring a giant snake home, I'm going to have to rethink our decor."

Third year brought the reappearance of Sirius Black, your former best friend and supposed dangerous assassin. You were called to Hogwarts when Harry fainted after the Dementor attack.

You found Harry in the hospital wing, with Ron and Hermione once again at his side.

"Honey, are you okay? Those Dementors are terrible," you said, hugging him.

Harry smiled, although he looked a little pale. "Yes, it was...intense. But I'm fine now."

During your vacation, you visited the coast, spending days at the beach and nights telling stories under the stars. Harry, always curious about Sirius, loved hearing his stories about him. And you, with your usual humor, said, "If we ever bring home a Dementor, I think I'm going to need more hot chocolate."

The fourth year was by far the scariest. The Triwizard Tournament placed Harry in extremely dangerous situations. You were called after the final event, where Harry had faced Voldemort and witnessed the death of Cedric Diggory.

In the hospital wing, Harry was more dejected than ever, with Ron and Hermione by his side.

"Harry, my dear, I can't believe you went through this," you said, holding his hand.

He looked at you, his eyes filled with sadness. "It was horrible, Mom. Cedric...he died."

You hugged him, feeling your heart break for him. "We'll get through this together, Harry. You're incredibly strong."

During the holidays, you did everything you could to provide Harry with moments of joy and distraction. Took a trip to France, where you visited the Eiffel Tower and explored the local magic. Harry loved the adventure, but you realized he carried a heavier weight in his heart. Trying to ease the tension, you joked, "If we continue these adventures, I'm going to need a break from our vacation."

With Voldemort's return, it was extremely dangerous to remain in the same place, as it was widely known that Harry Potter had been in your care since the death of his parents. The Order of the Phoenix decided that the best option would be to move you to the Black home in Grimmauld Place to ensure your safety.

You had the joy of meeting old friends. Remus Lupin was a figure you hadn't seen in about two years, not since he had been Harry's teacher at Hogwarts. Even before that, there was already a certain distance between you two.

Emmeline Vance was also present, making the meeting somewhat awkward given the circumstances of your relationship at Hogwarts. You discovered that she hadn't married or started a family, her priority being her career as an Auror.

Then, the most awaited meeting took place. When the members of the Order ensured your safety inside the house, the first person to welcome you was Sirius Black. He still looked like that best friend with long black hair that drove girls crazy, with the same crooked and charming smile that used to irritate you as a teenager. You still hadn't spoken since it was revealed that he had been wrongfully imprisoned in Azkaban.

Sirius couldn't contain the urge to hug you as if his life depended on it. "Kitty, you don't know how much I missed you." You felt like a teenager again, coming back from vacation, seeing your best friend and ready to tell him all the news possible. "Oh, your girl is here."

Sirius loved to embarrass you in front of others, something remarkable in your friendship and apparently unchanged, even now, as adults.

Harry made a confused expression. "What girl?"

Sirius smiled that smile that always preceded a funny comment. "Vance and your godmother used to be girlfriends at Hogwarts." You pinched Sirius. "I'm being mistreated for telling the truth. Things don't change."

You spent hours in the kitchen with the Weasleys, reminiscing about old times, with Sirius always making a point of telling your biggest shames. Harry seemed to love this dynamic, it was different hearing about your closeness with Sirius and seeing how, despite the distance, things hadn't become awkward between you.

At some point in the night, only you and Sirius were awake in the house. You prepared tea while he, sitting at the table, watched you carefully. To Sirius, you hadn't changed much. Except for the haircut and the tired expression, you were still Kitty, his best friend. But now Sirius saw you with different eyes because he knew the truth.

You poured the tea and sat down facing him. Silence prevailed for a few minutes until Sirius finally revealed what was tormenting his thoughts. "Remus told me everything." You avoided reacting, even though you knew he was referring to that shocking secret. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

You took a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of your pocket, offering one to Sirius. It took a while for your eyes to stop observing a specific point in the room and for your mouth to move. "I didn't want to take any more good things out of your life, Padfoot." You started, puffing on your cigarette as if it would give you some courage. "You had already lost so much, suffered so much... What kind of friend would I be?"

Sirius was silent, absorbing the depth of your words. He always knew about your terrible habit of trying to be everything to everyone, forgetting that you also deserved good things. He held your hand, squeezing gently.

"I wouldn't have started anything with Marlene if I'd known that. Mainly because it wasn't anything serious, you know?" A sad smile graced Sirius' lips. "And Marlene had told me she liked you a long time ago. So she couldn't promise me anything other than what we had."

The revelation broke you. You felt so stupid knowing that you could have had your happy ending with the girl you loved, but you were too stupid not to reveal your feelings. There was no greater regret for a human being than not having done something. You knew it would haunt you forever.

It didn't take long for Harry to return to Hogwarts, but this time, things weren't so easy. The Ministry of Magic was unyielding in its mission to tarnish the image of Harry and Dumbledore in the wizarding world. His efforts reached Hogwarts, including Dolores Umbridge on the faculty, hampering your attempt to observe Harry from afar.

After they removed Dumbledore as headmaster, things became even more difficult. Harry didn't tell you much about the events and now there was no longer a reliable informant. Your daily worry caused a growing despair in stomach, appeased without much success by the members of the Order.

Then the fateful day arrived. The Order received a message from Severus Snape. Despite his attempts, he hadn't had much success in teaching Harry how to prevent the Dark Lord from entering his mind. It was difficult for a sixteen year old boy to fight this, no matter how experienced and talented he was. The battle in the ministry was brutal. Years passed without you being in the presence of Death Eaters, and back then, you weren't used to fearing for your life.

But now you had enough reasons to fight. There were children to protect.

Your priority throughout the battle was protecting Harry, fighting alongside him and feeling tremendous pride. He was talented just like Lily.

Then Bellatrix Lestrange sealed Sirius Black's fate with a killing curse.

You shouldn't have knelt down and cried over the death of your first and best friend. You shouldn't have let your guard down. But you were human.

You couldn't see the moment Harry pulled away from you. You didn't even notice Lupin's arms hugging you. You only remembered Luna Lovegood's voice saying what broke you out of your grief spiral.

"The Dark Lord is with Harry. He needs you."

You've never run so fast in your life. Harry shouldn't be alone facing Voldemort, he was just a child thrown into a war that took everything from him.

Nothing in life prepared you for seeing Voldemort and Dumbledore duel. The headmaster protected Harry with all the spells he could while he cursed the Dark Lord. The wizards' distraction gave you enough time to approach Harry.

"Mommy's here, honey." You whispered to Harry. His green eyes were teary and you had to be strong for him once again.

Voldemort managed to escape, but on one hand you had a victory: The Ministry finally understood that he was back.

It was Harry's first vacation that you didn't go on. It wasn't safe. You spent part of the summer at Grimmauld Place, immersed in Sirius' memories. Harry often asked for more stories about his godfather, which you shared wholeheartedly.

Losing Sirius was something you never imagined. You still remembered meeting him on the train to Hogwarts, becoming friends just because you complimented his hair and especially hoping that you would stay in the same house. He had been your first friend. It wasn't like the muggle orphanage you were raised in had the friendliest children in the world.

Another move needed to be made. You and Harry would have to be moved once again, this time, to The Burrow. It was like old times, seeing practically every member of the Order gathered and ready for battle. You felt your heart heavy with the loss of friends who were no longer alive.

"Mom, are you okay?" You were startled by Harry's abrupt presence. He sat next to you on the couch. You shook your head. "I didn't want to leave home either."

"Home is where our hearts are. Mine is with you." You ruffled Harry's hair. "When this is all over, I'm going to take you to see Latin America. What do you think?"

Harry smiled. "Like Brazil? I heard they have a magic school there too."

"Especially Brazil. I'll take you to see every part of the planet and you'll never need to be afraid of anything again, okay? I promise."

Harry hugged you and you felt truly at home after a long time.

Before reaching your final destination, there were losses.

Moody. Hedwig.

Your heart broke at Harry's report; his owl had tried to protect him from a killing curse, just like his mother years before. You wanted so badly for your little boy to have some peace.

You feared for Harry to go to Hogwarts, being sure that something terrible would happen soon. It had been like that the first time; when Marlene and her family were murdered, when you were forced to watch the Dark Lord kill Dorcas Meadowes and couldn't do anything.

Days used to be like this too before the Potters died.

Dumbledore had been communicating a lot with you over the last few months, trying his best to let you know about the plans he had with Harry this school year. You made him promise that nothing would happen to him and Dumbledore told you something you would never forget.

"Your love for Harry won't be able to save him when the time comes, Y/N."

Practically throughout the year you were traveling back and forth, looking for important information for the Order. There was a risk of being caught but you were always very clever in using the polyjuice potion with the faces of people not so common in the wizarding world, with the intention of attracting as little attention as possible.

The day had started out strangely gray, just like all the worst days of your life. You tried to get everything ready because you knew you would have to run soon.

You wanted so badly to be wrong.

Minerva was the one who communicated with you. Dumbledore was dead. The hope of defeating the Dark Lord faded more and more with this information.

Bill and Fleur's wedding provided a brief moment of tranquility before the coming storm. During the party, you stayed close to Harry, trying to make sure he made the most of his time with his friends, without letting on the anxiety you all shared.

As you danced, there was a forced smile on Harry's lips, although his eyes showed underlying concern. "Thank you for being here," he whispered as you spun around the room.

“Always, Harry,” you replied, trying to convey a bit of comfort amidst the tension.

The tranquility was abruptly interrupted by Kingsley Shacklebolt's warning of the Death Eater invasion. In an instant, you were forced apart. Harry left with Ron and Hermione, while you apparated to the only place you thought was safe.

Ted Tonks' house.

It was the worst 9 months of your life, all the time avoiding leaving the mansion and counting on the company of the Tonks and Dean Thomas. Every day you listened to the Potter Observatory and hoped that the name of no one you knew and cared about would come up. Especially Harry's name.

It wasn't long before you, Ted and Dean were captured by some kidnappers and taken to the gloomy Malfoy mansion.

In the mansion, in addition to Draco and his parents, there were other prisoners, such as Luna Lovegood, Garrick Ollivander and some Muggle-borns. The days passed slowly, filled with fear and uncertainty, each moment marked by constant vigilance and imminent threat.

And soon Harry, Ron and Hermione joined the group. You couldn't hide your relief when you saw that your little boy was okay.

"I was so worried." You mumbled as you hugged him like your life depended on it. "Don't ever walk away from me again, little Potter. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Hermione's agonized screams shattered the moment with an imminent tightening in her chest. You just hoped she would be okay.

It was only after an agonizing time that, by a stroke of luck, Dobby the house elf came up with an audacious plan to free all of you. With Dobby's help, you managed to escape the Malfoys, facing a brief and fierce confrontation before reaching freedom.

But Dobby perished. Harry once again lost someone he loved.

With your hearts still heavy from the loss of Dobby, you fled along the winding trails until you found temporary refuge. The adrenaline was still pumping strong, mixed with the silent mourning for the death of the elf who had sacrificed everything to save them.

The house where you took shelter was modest, but safe for now. Bill and Fleur, along with the others rescued, welcomed them with relief and concern visible on their faces.

"We're so grateful you managed to escape," Fleur said, offering hot tea as you settled around the small kitchen table.

Bill nodded grimly. "But we can't stay here for long. The Death Eaters won't give up easily."

The days that followed were one of meticulous planning and anxious waiting. You knew that you would soon have to part with Harry once again, remembering that there were things that only he could do. Together with Griphook the goblin, Harry and his friends planned their daring invasion of Gringotts.

"Are you sure it's safe?", you asked Harry, as he and Griphook discussed the details of the plan. "That sounds extremely dangerous."

"I know," Harry replied, eyes fixed on the map of Gringotts. "But it's something we need to do. It's the only way to find the horcruxes."

"Trust us," Hermione added, although concern was evident in her voice. "We took every possible precaution."

Two days later, the four left for their mission, leaving you with a mix of pride and apprehension. Determined to continue the fight in your own way, you decided to seek out Albefort Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore's brother, for help.

With the help of a patronus sent by Kingsley Shacklebolt, you were able to communicate with Aberforth and arrange a meeting in Hogsmeade. Under spells that changed your face, you apparated to the agreed location, where Aberforth was waiting for you near the entrance to his tavern, the Hog's Head.

"Do you really think you can get into Hogwarts?" he asked, his eyes shining with curiosity mixed with concern.

“I have to try,” you replied, determined. "There are students there who need help. Plus, I need to find out any information that could be useful to Harry and the others."

Aberforth sighed but nodded. "Very well. I have a secret passage that leads straight to Hogwarts. Follow me."

He led you down a hallway hidden behind a painting in the tavern. Passing through the narrow, dank tunnel, you finally emerged inside Hogwarts, in the room of precision where Neville Longbottom was leading the student resistance.

"Neville!", you exclaimed, surprised to see the young wizard. "Are you okay?"

"We're resisting," Neville replied with a tired smile. "It's good to see you here. We need all the help we can get."

You spent the next few days helping to organize the resistance within Hogwarts, while searching for information that could be useful to Harry and the others. The school was different, darker and more oppressive under the rule of Snape and the Carrows, but the flame of resistance still burned in the hearts of the students.

One night, while discussing strategy with Neville and Luna, you received an urgent message from Aberforth. "Harry is coming back to Hogwarts. Get ready."

The moment you saw Harry enter the Hog's Head's secret passage, you ran to him, hugging him tightly.

"You're back.", you said, your voice shaking with relief. "I was so worried."

"I missed you, mom." Harry replied, returning the hug. "But we're here now, and we have a job to do."

With the meeting complete, the battle for Hogwarts began. You joined the other members of the Order of the Phoenix and the students to defend the school against the Death Eaters. Your experience and determination were crucial as organized the defense lines and coordinated the combat groups.

"All at your stations!", you shouted, guiding the young wizards to strategic points. "Remember, we are fighting for freedom, for Hogwarts, for everyone we love!"

During the battle, you found yourself in several dangerous situations. At one point, you fought side by side with Kingsley Shacklebolt and Minerva McGonagall, conjuring powerful spells to stop the Death Eaters trying to invade the castle.

"Secure the entrance!" ordered McGonagall, her voice firm despite the chaos around her. "We can't let them pass!"

"We're with you!", you replied, casting protection spells and attacks in equal measure. The sense of unity and purpose was palpable, even in the midst of danger.

As the battle raged, you also helped organize the evacuation of the wounded, guiding them to the Hospital Wing where Madam Pomfrey was working miracles to save those she could.

"You're amazing, Pomfrey," you said, helping carry an injured student. "We couldn't do it without you."

The night dragged on and the fighting continued fiercely and seemed to have no end. You saw several students being killed without being able to do anything, trying not to think about it too much so as not to lose focus. Then the Dark Lord's voice boomed throughout the castle and beyond, delivering his dark message.

"You fought valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery. However, now your efforts are futile. You have lost yet another of your own, and I have become immune. Voldemort is ready to show mercy. I order my Death Eaters to withdraw immediately. You have one hour. Hand over Harry Potter and no one else will die. You have one hour to hand over Harry Potter to my power. Only Harry Potter must be handed over and no one else will be harmed."

Only then did you understand what Dumbledore had told you about a year and a half before.

Your love for Harry won't be able to save him when the time comes, Y/N.

Harry was the only one who could defeat the Dark Lord, and he might not live to witness it.

He had been raised like a lamb to the slaughter; waiting for the moment to perish at the hands of the monster that had killed his parents and taken away everything he loved most in his life.

You walked through the Great Hall and then you saw it. Remus Lupin's limp body. The sight hit you like a blow, and you ran to him, falling to your knees next to your friend's lifeless body.

"Not you, Moony. Not you," you murmured, hugging him tightly as tears ran down your face. The pain of loss was almost unbearable. Remus, who had always been a source of strength and wisdom, now lay there, ripped from you by the cruelty of war.

As the chaos of the battle dissipated, you stood by Remus's side, holding him as if you could somehow bring him back. But deep down, you knew he was gone, like so many others who had fought bravely.

The hall was full of bodies, friends and colleagues who had given their lives for freedom. Each represented a story, a loss, a deep scar in the hearts of those who survived.

Harry approached, his eyes red with unshed tears. He placed a hand on yor shoulder, offering silent comfort. "Let's keep going for them," he said softly. "For Remus, for all of them."

You nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility and pain, but also the determination to honor those who had fallen. "For Remus," you replied, your voice breaking. "We'll continue."

After that, you didn't see Harry anymore and you understood what that meant. Just hoping that, once again, Lily's protection would be with him. Harry deserved happiness, and Voldemort, death.

Time seemed to stop as you sat on the floor, immersed in so many memories of your godson, your son. You had never thought about having a child, just as had never planned to get married. But knowing that Harry had been orphaned and could end up in a loveless family made you change all your life plans for him.

You were an orphan and didn't know love until you arrived at Hogwarts. Harry deserved better, and you were pretty sure you managed to give him that.

Voldemort's deep voice, in an evil laugh, echoed throughout the castle, making everyone head outside.

"Harry Potter is dead! He was killed while fleeing, trying to save his own skin. Here is his body, handed over to you as proof that your hero perished in his attempt to escape."

Harry's body was carried by Hagrid, just as it had been years ago on that dark night in Godric's Hollow.

Your heart stopped for a moment, the sight of Harry limp in Hagrid's arms was an almost unbearable blow. You ran forward, ignoring the tears streaming down your face, and fell to your knees beside him. "No, it can't be," you murmured, touching Harry's face, cold and still. "Not you, Harry. Not you."

The world seemed to crumble around you, and despair took over. Neville reacted, and when anyone least expected it, Harry stood up and the battle was directed towards the Great Hall. The fight resumed. You found yourself dodging Bellatrix Lestrange's spells and protecting Ginny Weasley from her brutality.

Silence settled. Everyone around them stopped to watch as Harry and Voldemort began to circle each other, sizing each other up. The tension was palpable.

Voldemort, whose red eyes glowed lifelessly, whose face was void of any expression. He had just lost his Horcruxes. There was nothing left to hold on to. He needed Harry's wand to have any chance of surviving, but the wand refused to work for him.

Voldemort spoke in a low, rough voice. "You can't win, Harry. You know that now. You have nothing to resist. I am invincible."

Harry replied, his voice firm. "You're wrong, Tom. You're the one with nothing now. Nothing but the death you deserve."

Voldemort cast the Killing Curse, a thunderous sound like a cannon. But this time it was different. Harry's wand, which now recognized him as its true master, did not turn against him. Instead, Voldemort's spell lost power, ricocheted, and came back at himself. Voldemort fell to the ground, defeated, lifeless.

And then you knew the nightmare was finally over.

\-/

It has been many years since that epic day at Hogwarts. The battle scar left on everyone was visible, but peace had finally settled. You now spent your days in the tranquility of the old house, surrounded by photographs of moments that seemed distant.

Harry and Ginny's children, Albus, James and Lily, grew up around you. They called you “grandma” fondly, and you were proud of every moment you spent with them. One sunny afternoon, as everyone gathered in the living room, Albus spoke, concern evident on his young face.

"Grandma, I'm worried... the Sorting Hat might send me to Slytherin."

You smiled gently, remembering your own worries many years ago. "You know, Albus, the Sorting Hat wanted to send me there. But I insisted that I wanted to be in the same house as Sirius Black."

Albus' eyes widened. "Really? But why?"

"Because, darling, the heart speaks louder than any label. And he sent me to Gryffindor."

The children's laughter filled the room, dispelling the momentary tension. You looked around, feeling grateful for every moment of peace and love that surrounded your life now.

At night, while everyone slept, you looked out the window, the memories of those who were gone still echoing in your mind. Marlene McKinnon, whose absence never stopped hurting. You had retired years ago, but your mind and heart had never completely moved away from the battle that had changed everything.

Over the years, you helped Harry raise his children and witnessed every achievement and challenge you faced together. You saw him grow up not just as the Boy-Who-Lived, but as a man dedicated to peace and justice.

And now, as you watched the moonlight illuminate the peaceful garden, you knew that your role in the Harry Potter story had not just been one of struggle, but of love and care until your final days.

[managone16]

This post is for all those people out there who think:

Sirius was just a straight reckless godfather

Lily was nothing but Harry’s straight dead mom

James was just Harry’s straight dead dad

Regulus was just a straight dead death eater in his redemption arc

Remus was just a straight dead good werewolf 

Marlene and Dorcas were nothing but two straight dead women on the good side of the war

Barry was just a straight psycho dead death eater

Evan was an irrelevant straight dead death eater

Mary was just an irrelevant straight coward

Pandora was just a crazy straight girl’s crazy straight mom

Peter was just a straight dead rat who betrayed everything

You're wrong, bitches.

[egosdelirium]

Thinking so many thoughts about...... James and Remus both being Spiderman in their own universes and somehow meeting when a portal opens a passage between them.

- Earth 48915

Remus is eighteen. Your local nerd, the loner with his nose always stuck in a book, the weird kid who's never really made any friends in school or at church. The one who never attempts to talk to girls. Dirt poor, has recently moved to London with Hope after Lyall suddenly passed away in a car accident (Remus was driving the car). Him and his mum left Wales and their little village behind to go live with Hope's brother, Ben, to try and give their lives a new meaning and get Remus a better education while they're at it. He gets into this private posh Secondary thanks to his uncle's contacts and his outstanding academic records.

There, he meets Sirius Black: the fittest, richest, smartest, most successful boy of the entire school who exclusively hangs out with future runaway model, Mary Mcdonald, and his little brother, Regulus. In addition to his all-rounded perfection, Sirius also belongs to the family funded Black Industries, a multi-million pharmaceutical corporation that is well known for its advanced discoveries and unorthodox research methods.

Remus avoids Sirius (and everybody else) to the best of his capabilities until he gets paired up with him for the end of the first trimester science project. Sirius loathes science, chemistry, and everything that has anything to do with molecules or atoms. He still gets top marks in it, but his real forte his maths: arithmetic, trigonometry, calculus. Sirius's brain is like a computer wired to solve equations. Remus, on the other hand, is 100% the science nerd Orion Black wishes his son was. In the end, their project turns out to be so good that they get paired together for the rest of the year, and Remus keeps falling more and more head over heels in love with his new lab partner and is very pathetic about it.

They start hanging out outside of school too, after Remus catches Sirius crying in the bathrooms one afternoon during footie practice and Sirius breaks down to him about how horribly abusive his parents are to him and Regulus. One night, Sirius has the great idea to sneak into his father's private lab with Remus (who's now become a regular in Sirius' bedroom) to employ his scientific knowledge to understand some top secret project Orion has been very elusive about, and there Remus gets bitten by a modified specimen of Wolf-spider that Sirius mistakenly frees from its box.

Spiderman shenanigans ensue (but Remus' chronic joint pain gets cured, so he's not complaining all that much)

- Earth 48916

James is a high school senior in a prestigious private school in upstate New York. He lives in Brooklyn with his british/punjabi mother and puerto rican father. He's the 'five different vacation houses in five different states' type of rich boy. Straight A's and B's, captain of the soccer team with a fullride scholarship to Columbia University, every girl's and boy's dream boyfriend.

Everyone's but Lily Evan's, no one other than his main academic rival and the girl he's been desperately in (unrequited) love with since ninth grade. She's top of half their classes (mainly the ones James can't be bothered trying to excel at), future valedictorian, exceptionally hardworking and particularly gifted in 'all things science'. She also allegedly hates his guts.

James mainly hangs out his two childhood best friends: Marlene, star player of the female's soccer and basketball team, and Peter, their very own regional chess prodigy. When James is not with them, he's usually surrounded by the guys from his soccer team or the ladies from the 'Crocheting for Charity' club he attends on weekends. He never really dates anybody else, albeit being asked out almost daily, because his mom taught him that perseverance is the only way to truly show the authenticity of one's desires.

James gets bitten on a saturday night, when he overhears Lily Evans argue with Severus Snape, her ex best friend turned new nazi schizo, as he was heading out after his crochet meet-up. The two are fighting about something in the school's science lab and Severus keeps trying to get Lily to look at a small box he's placed on the table, but they just end up screaming at each other and Lily storms out of the room. In his hurry to chase after her, Severus mistakenly hits the box and drops it to the floor. James, who had hidden just behind the corner, enters the lab to check for himself what the whole argument is about, and the genetically modified Golden Silk Orb-Spider that once was in the box bites him.

Spiderman shenanigans ensue. James is thrilled, Marlene is too, Peter not so much.

And Lily is too curious, and way too good at science and genetics to not get roped up into the whole mess, unfortunately for her.