#McGonagall: 'ooh

[my-castles-crumbling]

poorly timed confession - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 344

It had been James's idea. The best birthday prank they'd ever come up with.

Ever since they'd started the tradition in first year, the goal was to one-up last year's prank, to embarrass the birthday boy even more. it was all in good fun, of course, and it often resulted in pink cheeks and fits of laughter, with stories told at parties for months after.

So, James 'borrowed' a vial of Regulus's own version of Veritaserum- a version, he assured the others, didn't force the drinker to admit to anything. Just made them a bit more loose-lipped and chatty, more willing to talk about things they maybe wanted to talk about but were afraid to admit.

Which was perfect, since Remus was commentating the Quidditch game that day.

It started off slow. As the game began, Remus talked easily about how he wished he could fly, but he was terrible at anything involving heights. How he'd tried to play Quidditch a few times, but ended up scoring on the wrong goal. Though Remus didn't seem to realize anything was wrong, a couple people in the crowd started giving him funny looks, but seemed to write it off as him being just a little chatty that day.

Until Sirius drew the attention of everyone watching. He whacked two bludgers at the opposing team in a matter of minutes, making everyone ooh and aah. Which, of course, Remus was supposed to comment on.

"And there goes Sirius Black, Gryffindor Beater, with a double-shot at two Ravenclaw Chasers. And bloody hell, he looks good in his kit, too. I'd love to get in his pants, look at him-" Remus prattled, not realizing what he said until McGonagall grabbed the microphone, looking scandalized.

The crowd burst into applause, James leading the catcalls from his own broom, grinning from ear-to-ear. But as he looked around to see Sirius's reaction, he almost cried with mirth-

Sirius, who was staring at Remus with a face red as a tomato, had flown right into one of the goalposts with a loud thud.

Thanks @beautyoftheships for the idea!

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

photograph

sirius black x reader

sirius is/was winning so fred fic tomorrow and jolene part 3 soon! this is a sad one beware. y/n is an implied gryffindor.

"i thought you'd might like to see this harry." sirius was stood in his old bedroom at grimmauld palace, holding a picture. it was the christmas holidays, so harry, ron and hermione were back. back at the order headquarters.

harry peered over sirius' shoulder to see that he was holding a photograph. a photograph which was now a little tattered due to age.

"what.. is it?" harry asked, curiously.

"the original order of the phoenix, look its your mother and father." sirius answered, and he was right. harry saw his parents smiling and waving at the camera, it made his heart ache.

to the side of lily and james was sirius, as handsome as ever, his hair shorter, and he was smiling. not at the camera but at the girl next to him. harry had never seen the girl before but he looked at her, noticing she too was smiling and waving like his parents, however she didn't seem to have noticed sirius was looking at her.

"marlene mckinnon" harry brought his attention away from the mystery girl to look at who sirius was pointing at.

"she was killed two weeks after this photograph was taken.. they got her whole family." sirius grimaced.

harry frowned, looking around at the picture again. he saw a younger, less rugged remus. frank and alice longbottom who were tortured using the cruciatus curse by bellatrix lestrange. the sight of their smiling faces made harry feel a pang of sympathy for neville.

but harry couldn't stop looking at the girl who was next to sirius. as he watched the picture play again and again, he noticed that she was laughing and sirius was too.

"uhh.. sirius?" harry spoke up, looking at sirius who also seemed to be staring at the mystery girl.

"yes harry?" sirius brought his eyes away from the photograph to look at harry.

"who's that girl next to you in the photograph?" harry asked, hoping he hadn't touched a nerve.

he saw sirius wince which made harry regret asking so he started apologising profusely.

"no it's okay harry, that is y/n l/n." harry recognised your name vaguely.

"who.. is she?" he asked.

"she is.. was one of my best friends at hogwarts. an honorary marauder if you will. skilled at charms and one of the funniest people i have ever met." sirius smiled fondly.

harry noticed sirius's change in tense.

"you don't have to answer but is she...?" harry trailed off but sirius knew what he meant. he nodded, sadly. harry's heart dropped, however he had realised where he had heard your name before.

harry was under his invisibility cloak, listening in to mcgonagall, flitwick, hagrid, fudge and madam rosmerta talking about sirius black.

"you say you remember him at hogwarts, rosmerta" murmered mcgonagall. "do you remember who his best friend was?"

"naturally.. never saw one without the other, did you? the number of times i had them in here - ooh they used to make me laugh. quite the double act, sirius black and james potter." madam rosmerta laughed.

harry had felt his heart dropped, at the time he thought sirius was guilty.

"precisely" said mcgonagall. "black and potter. ringleaders of their little gang."

"they'd all come in here lots. i remember. it was always the same group. that little peter pettigrew was there."

"he looked up to those two." mcgonagall sighed. "such a shame for him, poor boy."

"they used to come with a girl sometimes as well. pretty, always smiling." rosmerta said, making harry's ears prick up. they were probably talking about his mother.

"oh.. y/n l/n." mcgonagall suddenly seemed upset. harry had not heard this name before.

"she was such a talented young witch. always top of the class in charms." flitwick sighed.

"black was mad about her, i remember that rightly." madam rosmerta reminisced. "used to always buy her butterbeers, flirted with her all the time. she always had none of it, shooing him off"

harry's breath hitched.

"i don't know rosmerta." hagrid interjected "i think it went both ways."

"it was such a shame what happened to that poor poor girl. she would've been a great a witch. heavens.. sirius might not have turned out the way he did if she hadn't have died." mcgonagall's voice wobbled.

"now, now minerva don't get upset, it couldn't be helped." fudge comforted her, and your name wasn't brought up again.

""i remember.. madam rosmerta saying something about her. how she was friends with you." harry eventually spoke aloud. he had left out the parts of her and sirius and her death.

"oh we were, in fact i remember the day i first met her very clearly." sirius smiled.

you were scared, well of course you bloody were! it was your first day at a new school and you didn't know anyone. you didn't even know how to get on to the platform. apparently you were a "muggle-born." your parents weren't magic and it had come such a shock to you when professor mcgonagall showed up on your doorstep on your eleventh birthday claiming you were a wizard. madness.

you had arrived at the station, saying goodbye to your parents when you approached platforms 9 and 10. was this some sort of joke? how did you even get on?

"excuse me." you heard a voice pulling you from your thoughts. it was a woman, she was with a man and a boy who looked like he was about your age.

"would you like help getting on the platform, dearie?" the woman smiled kindly at you.

"yes please." you smiled.

"it's my son james' first year as well." you looked at the boy with messy dark hair and glasses. he grinned cheekily at you which you returned.

after the woman (euphemia, you learnt her name was) helped you get to the platform, you were left in the company of her son.

"hi. i'm james." he smiled.

"i'm y/n." you smiled back.

"you want to sit with me on the train?" he asked you, noticing your slight nervousness.

"yeah thanks." you followed james into a carriage on the train and you began small talk.

your talking was interrupted, however, by another boy entering the carriage. he was handsome, with long dark hair and a charming smile.

"can i sit here, i'm hiding from this kid severus, i spilt pumpkin juice all over him by accident" the boy chuckled.

james grins at this. "of course." he says.

"i'm sirius black." the boy smiles at james.

"james potter." he replies.

sirius turns his attention to you.

"and whats your name darling?" he cheekily smiles.

"call me darling again and i'll punch your brains out." you smile at him innocently. "but it's y/n."

sirius roared with laughter to which you grinned back.

"well y/n.. i think we're gonna get along just fine." he said. and he was right you were best friends since that very day.

sirius was smiling at the memory which made harry feel a little happier.

"were you.. dating?" harry blushes slightly.

sirius doesn't seem too bothered.

"no we weren't, my biggest regret was not telling her i loved her. especially after... it happened. lily told me she was head over heels for me." sirius faltered.

"now that i think about it.. it was quite obvious."

"AND BLACK'S GOT THE QUAFFLE AND HE SCORES!! 10 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR." you shouted into the microphone. you had been the quidditch commentator since your third year and even now, two years later, it was still a role you took pride in.

you were stood next to mcgonagall in the box when you saw a slytherin beater aim for sirius' face.

"AND THE SLYTHERIN BEATERS HAVE ATTEMPTED TO HIT THE BLUDGER AT BLACK. PLEASE DON'T, WE DON'T WANT TO WRECK HIS PRETTY FACE." you shout.

"L/N, STICK TO THE GAME." mcgonagall shouted, but she didn't seem too annoyed. the crowd laughed.

"sorry professor, sirius was distracting me." you smile and you see sirius fly near your box and grin at you.

as the game went on, you continued to make some biased comments about gryffindor. and continued flirting with sirius. it was extremely common in your friendship,for the two of you to act like an old married couple. you'd never admit it to him but you really liked the boy.

"YOU DIRTY CHEATING SCUM, YOU ABSOLUTE BASTARDS." you jeered, when you saw the slytherin chasers slam themselves in to james.

"Y/N L/N, I'M WARNING YOU." mcgonagall shouted but she was just as annoyed.

"OH BUT HERE'S BLACK TO SAVE THE DAY, ISN'T HE A CHARMER, POTTER PASSES THE QUAFFLE TO BLACK AND HE SCORES AGAIN!! JUST BRILLIANT, ISN'T HE?" you ignore mcgonagall. you see sirius blowing a kiss at you.

you laugh, and then you're nudged by mcgonagall AGAIN.

you notice shes pointing at the golden snitch.

"THE GOLDEN SNITCH HAS BEEN SPOTTED AND THE SEEKERS ARE NECK AND NECK. WHOEVER CATCHES THIS WILL WIN AND- MCKINNON! SHE'S DONE IT! MARLENE MCKINNON HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH. GRYFFINDOR WIN 270-80!!" you shout, and do a dance. sirius sees you and chuckle.

you run down from the box and straight onto the pitch and hug sirius tightly.

"you were great sirius." you smile.

"i know." he winks at you.

your cheeks heat up as you smack him round the back of the head.

"idiot!"

"she was murdered." sirius's tone in voice suddenly changed, brining harry out of his train of thiught.

"murdered for being a muggle-born, murdered for not ratting out lily and james." sirius said, angrily.

harry's eyes widened.

"disgusting." sirius looks down.

"i loved her. and they took her life from her. like they did with the mckinnons. like they did with your parents." sirius put his hand on harry's shoulder.

"the war is cruel." sirius sighs, looking back at your smiling face on the photograph. "you should tell people you love them when you can."

and with that sirius turned away from harry, harry expected this was to subtly tell him to leave. which he did. he needed to tell ron and hermione about this. as he shut the door, he could've sworn he heard a small cry from sirius.

[papercorgiworld]

Whipped for their tutor

The requested Blaise, Draco and Tom version

The guys are appointed a tutor and they are absolute whipped for her. Reader obviously plays a little game with them.

Read the Mattheo, Theo and Enzo version here.

Warning: suggestive

Blaise

“Honestly professor, it’s not my fault. I’m a dedicated student. I don’t mess around. I take this class very seriously. I just got preoccupied with a potions essay.” Mcgonagall judges Blaise through her glasses, not impressed by his excuses and so done with Slytherins and their talk. “Mister Zabini, you will see a tutor, twice a week.” Blaise sighs, but nods. “I’ll ask Nott to explain everything to me.” Mcgonagall almost faints at the suggestion. “No, let’s not. I asked Miss (y/l/n) to free a few hours in her schedule for you.” 

Blaise almost chokes. “(Y/n)?” Mcgonagall nods sternly watching the student in front of her get a little nervous. “Is there a problem, mister Zabini?” An awkward chuckle leaves Blaise’s lips as he unconsciously loosens his tie. “No, she’s fine, perfect… normal, uhm, good, she’s intelligent, I mean.” Mcgongall folds her hands and sighs. I need a raise, putting up with these students isn’t healthy. “Well, I’ll ask her to meet you tomorrow after class.”

*** 

Keep cool. You’re a cool cookie, Blaisey-boy, just act smart, no just be smart and impress her. Blaise pep talked to himself as he waited for you in the classroom the professor had reserved for the two of you. A soft laugh from the hallway drew his attention to the door as you appeared waving goodbye to your friend, before locking eyes with Blaise and giving him a gentle smile. As you entered Blaise stood from his chair, making the corner of your lips tug up in amusement. “Blaise Zabini.” He introduces himself, making you chuckle. “I know and I’m pretty sure you know my name as well.” She knew my name. “Yeah…” He trails off as he can’t keep his eyes from wandering, your uniform fits you perfectly. 

You elegantly take a seat opposite of the boy who fails to take his eyes off you and almost stumbles into his chair, watching you. “I actually already know all the material. I reviewed it earlier. I’m smart like that.” Blaise leans back in his chair doing his best to sound impressive and look calm. You purse your lips and let your eyes linger on his white shirt hugging his chest, before a teasing smile tugs the corner of your mouth upwards. “Let’s review your last test then.” You suggest as you pull out his test from your bag. Damn you Mcgonagall, this is not gonna make me look good. 

“Well there’s far more interesting stuff we could do.” Blaise suggests doing his best to regain his casual cool, but his confidence falls as you slide the paper towards him pushing your chest against the table and giving him a perfect view of all things he can only dream of. “Maybe…” Your voice sounds like honey, but then reality hits. “If the review of this test goes well, we’ll have plenty of time for more interesting material.” Ooh, you, baby, are very interesting material. 

“The first question didn’t go well, so how about you try and give a correct answer, since you’ve already reviewed it beforehand.” Reluctantly Blaise pulls his eyes away from your chest and to his failed test. As he is about to make an effort at an answer you elegantly slide your heels against his leg, but your face stays professional, patiently waiting for an answer.

Stutters of a half answer was all you got in the end and maybe some drooling, but it was obvious to you: this Slytherin needed a bit more tutoring. 

Draco

“Outrageous! I don’t need a tutor! Who does Mcgonagal think she is! Wait until my-“ A grinning Pansy interrupts Draco. “Oh please do tell your father how you were so hungover that you failed every test for an entire week. I bought a new black dress and I just know I would look fine as hell, weeping over your dead body after you tell your father this.” Draco rolls his eyes and is about to say something snappy back when he sees you come into view. He shamelessly stares, it was his god given right as a Malfoy to stare at anyone he liked… but he gets a little nervous when he notices you’re walking towards him. “Hi there Malfoy, how are you?” “G-go-good. I’m good. How is-are you– How are you? That’s what I mean.” You chuckle sweetly  at the stutter puddle that you had turned Malfoy into. Mattheo, who was leaning against a wall behind Malfoy, has his cigarette hanging from his lips, his eyes adoring you. “Professor Mcgonagall asked me to tutor you so I reserved a classroom for us this evening. Meet me there, 7p.m.” You hand Draco a note but he’s too busy daydreaming to notice. Pansy jumps in taking the note with the classroom number and the needed books for the tutor session. “He’ll be there.” Pansy smiles, Draco gives you a weak dreamy smile and as you turn Mattheo utters an awkward “bye”. Making you shake your head as you walk towards your friends.

“Real smooth, Draco.” Pansy snaps, turning towards Malfoy. “You think so?” Draco questions, immediately realising Pansy was mocking him by the mean glint in her eyes. “Yeah, great first impression.” Mattheo jokes, making Pansy give him a stupid look, silently reminding him of his awkward goodbye. “I don’t want to be tutored by her.” Draco complains. “She’ll think I’m stupid.” Pansy scoffs. “After watching what I just watched, I’m convinced you are stupid.” Mattheo then leans closer to Draco. “If you really don’t want to go… I could use some tutoring.” Draco’s brows knit together in annoyance, but also realises that he really does not want to miss out on a chance to be alone with. “A tutor can’t fix the problems you have, Riddle.” Pansy snaps.

***

Draco came prepared, he had a plan. He was a slytherin afterall. He had messed up a few tests, but he knew very well how to study so he arrived early that evening and got his books out, ready to impress the smartest and most beautiful girl in Hogwarts. He had spent a ridiculous time in front of the mirror making sure his hair looked messy but in a good way, like he wasn’t trying too hard, but he was definitely trying. When you opened the door to find Draco Malfoy dug deep in his books and notes, you had to say you were slightly intrigued. His eagerness and slightly unbuttoned shirt definitely made him attractive. 

This should be fun. You gave Draco your most innocent smile when he looked up from his books. “You’re early. That’s a good start.” Draco caught himself smiling like a fool at your compliment and straightened his back to regain his nonchalant act. “Yeah, I just thought I would summarise the latest chapter and mark any questions I have.” Your playfulness ebbs away for a bit when Draco has you convinced that he’s taking this tutoring session seriously. Maybe I thought wrong of Malfoy. However, Draco is quick to show you his usual self. “Turns out I have no questions. I understand it all fine.” He closes the book in front of him and leans a bit back in his chair, before continuing with a smug voice. “I saw you in the stands at my last quidditch game. Great game right?” Ugh, Malfoy… why are you so full of yourself…

“Yes, great game. Berkshire played exceptionally in that game.” You reply without hesitation, swiping that smirk from his lips. “You should introduce me to him sometime.” You play, avoiding his gaze on you as you place your books on the table. “He’s- He’s not that- that good, you know. He had a good day, that’s all.” Draco counters somewhat hesitantly, wary of how you slowly close in on him. Your hand brushes his shoulder as you move to stand behind him and lean closer, reaching for the summary in front of him. Your cheek was so close to his that Draco didn’t dare move. He felt his whole body heat up as your left hand rested on his shoulder. Your sweet perfume made him even more captivated as you hummed sweet sounds while scanning his summary. 

“Looks good, but you don’t focus enough on comparing the different switching spells.” You conclude after reading and you turn your head slightly to face Draco who turns red now that your lips are so close to his. “I-uhm- I know- enough.” You smile sweetly at the slytherin and let your hand resting on his shoulder slide a bit down to his chest. “Then explain it. That way I’m sure you understand and we can do other interesting things.” Now Draco’s body wasn’t just heating up, his mouth was going dry, his heart was racing and his pants were getting rather tight. 

You patiently stare at Draco, but you know very well that the poor guy is losing his sanity under your touch. “I-I-I… I know nothing.” Draco eventually blurs. You smile satisfied with the result of your work and pull away from him to take a seat next to him. “Well, let me explain it to you then.” 

Tom

“What was I supposed to tell the professors? Apologies, I missed a week of classes, but I was busy helping our supposedly dead father break people out of Azkaban.” Mattheo looked meekly at his brother, wondering what else their father would demand of his brother or even him. Annoyed with Mattheo’s saddening expression, Tom changes the subject. “Anyway I’m stuck with a tutor now.” Immediately a chuckle escapes Mattheo, but one stern look from Tom turns Mattheo more serious. “Poor tutor.” 

“Maybe I could use a spell and just extract the knowledge from her head.” Tom suggests, like it's the most reasonable approach. “Her?” Your tutor is a she?” Tom nods, surprised that that is what his brother gathered from his statement. “Yes, (y/n) (y/l/n) will be tutoring me. According to Dumbledore her grades are exquisite and so she’s been assigned to get me up to speed on all the material that I missed.” A smirk forms on Mattheo. “(y/n) (y/l/n). Nice. I would pay attention to her.” Tom rolls his eyes, finding himself way too superior to waste his time drooling over you. “Of course, you would.” 

***

“Are you really going to tutor him?” Hermione asks, her eyes going wide as she refers to Tom Riddle, emphasising the seriousness of the matter. “Of course she’s not.” Ron says, as you simultaneously answer. “Of course I am.” Both stare at you, but you turn and walk in the direction of the reserved classroom. “What if he murders you?” Ron asks, immediately exaggerating the situation.

“Now why would I do that?” Tom’s calm voice sends shivers down your friends’ spins, making them turn on their heels to see Tom casually walking up to them. “When you gossip and accuse people, make sure you're not doing it in the middle of a hallway, where everyone can hear you.” Tom walks past them and ignores their judgy staring to give you a polite but obviously forced smile. 

With your friends now left behind in the hallway, Tom carefully observes you as you enter the classroom and place your books and notes on a desk. The slytherin was quick to notice that your skirt was a little higher that Hogwarts regulations demanded. As prefect he would normally have something to say about it, but for you Tom would let it slide this time. “I know you’re intelligent enough to study most of the material yourself, but some things can’t be explained in books and need to be practised so I suggest we start with some spells.” Your voice sounds deliciously sweet to Tom and you elegantly take a few steps towards him when you notice he was staring a little. “Sounds good.” Tom says, but there was something uneasy about his voice. He felt himself captivated by your eyes and there was an unusual pause for a man always quick with his words. 

You observe him quietly and bite your lip a bit as he stands rather stiff and unmoving. “Your wand.” You whisper, closing the space between you two. Tom looks at you questioningly for a moment before remembering that you were his tutor and that whatever he was imagining wasn't actually happening. “Oh, right.” You know very well that you almost have him under your spell. Just one little move and you would have Tom Riddle wrapped around your finger. 

Part of Tom knew you were playing games, but he found himself enjoying your little game. You had his attention. “I will show you how to cast the spell Mcgonagall referred to earlier in class.” Tom nods, trying to focus on studying rather than the perfect figure standing so close to him. Without warning you place a hand on his biceps and slowly move it down to his underarm to finally hold his hand, holding his wand. Your back is now pushed against his as you guide Tom’s hand to cast the spell. However, the Slytherin is not hearing a word since he’s too focused on getting his heart down to a normal rate. He was terrified that you would figure out how out of control he felt. He could not let his stoic image fall because of one teasing tutor. “You understand?” You break his train of thoughts, gently tilting your head. Your eyes meet his and he’s sure there’s a challenging glint in your eyes. He smirks, confident that’s not fallen for you, but his arrogance disappears when your brows knit together questioningly. “Tom, did you follow?” He finally manages to pull away from your eyes and look at his hand in yours. His cheeks heat up. No, he hadn’t followed at all and now he looked like a complete idiot. Your fingers gently move. “Don’t worry, I’ll explain it again.” You softly lick your lips and smile, making Tom curse himself internally. She’s winning.

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[runin-reads]

James/Lily vs James/Sirius: a case of accidental queer coding

Jily (James/Lily) is a pairing central to the HP universe in the sense that had they not been married, Harry Potter, the main character, would cease to exist and neither would his story as we know it. Yet we are left with only a few brief glimpses of their relationship in canon whilst other pairings are textually far more fleshed out– take Prongsfoot (James/Sirius), for example, who are frequently portrayed as The Duo, not just by those closest to them (Lupin) but by many others too such as McGonagall, Flitwick and so on. Harry himself could see how close they were during SWM in OOTP and this is someone who had a very limited time with Sirius and close to none with James. 

Queercoding is described as “the subtextual coding of a character in media as queer. Though such a character's sexual identity may not be explicitly confirmed within their respective work, a character might be coded as queer through the use of traits and stereotypes recognisable to the audience.” One character comes to mind when I think of “queercoding” and that’s Sirius Black. He’s estranged from his family, goes against the norms associated with his upbringing, there’s no mention of any ex-girlfriends and most notably he has intense love and devotion for his male best friend; James Potter.  At first glance, James had led an incredibly hetero-normative life by virtue of his wife and son, but through his relationship to Sirius there’s leeway to reach a queer reading of him as well. 

As recognised by countless characters and even Sirius himself, Prongsfoot come in a two-for-one deal:

“Do you remember who his best friend was?”  “Naturally,” said Madam Rosmerta, with a small laugh. “Never saw one without the other, did you? The number of times I had them in here — ooh, they used to make me laugh. Quite the double act, Sirius Black and James Potter!”  “Black and Potter. Ringleaders of their little gang. Both very bright, of course — exceptionally bright, in fact…”  “You’d have thought Black and Potter were brothers!” chimed in Professor Flitwick. “Inseparable!” 

The use of the word “brothers” in the above quote is one reason why fans don’t interpret Prongsfoot as queer-coded and/or romantic. However, it’s important to note that Sirius never referred to James as a brother, and there’s no canonical proof to suggest that Flitwick was close to James and Sirius– he was their teacher, not their friend or confidant. He isn’t calling them “brothers” either but rather he’s saying that word to express how strong their bond was. Hence why I believe an exclusively fraternal reading of their relationship doesn’t hold much weight. 

They are, however, established as each other’s closest friend and most trusted confidant. 

“Harry had the distinct impression that Sirius was the only one for whom James would have stopped showing off.” “Potter trusted Black beyond all his other friends. Nothing changed when they left school. Black was the best man when James married Lily. Then they named him godfather to Harry.  “I persuaded Lily and James to change to Peter at the last moment, persuaded them to use him as Secret-Keeper instead of me.”  “Lily and James only made you Secret-Keeper because I suggested it,” Black hissed

On multiple occasions James and Sirius were described as a unit– The Unit– within their friend group. Lupin said they were “the cleverest students in the school.” They were the “ringleaders” of the Marauders; always on the same page and in agreement with each other.

“Then, with identical fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets.” 

Even during their very first encounter, they quickly and effortlessly become a team. 

“Got a problem with that?”  “No,” said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. “If you’d rather be brawny than brainy–” “Where’re you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither?” interjected Sirius.  James roared with laughter.

This excerpt from DH also neatly sums up the Marauders group dynamic:

“To Sirius’s right stood Pettigrew, more than a head shorter, plump and watery-eyed, flushed with pleasure at his inclusion in this coolest of gangs, with the much-admired rebels that James and Sirius had been. On James’s left was Lupin, even then a little shabby-looking, but he had the same air of delighted surprise at finding himself liked and included” 

Lily herself acknowledged Sirius’ importance in James’ life in her letter to Sirius, where she all but says that only he could lift James’ mood whilst the Potters’ were hiding from Voldemort’s forces. 

“James is getting a bit frustrated shut up here, he tries not to show it but I can tell — also, Dumbledore’s still got his Invisibility Cloak, so no chance of little excursions. If you could visit, it would cheer him up so much.” 

On the other hand, Jily is portrayed in a less compelling way for lack of better words. I spoke about this in my other meta but to summarise it briefly: Lily is James’ wife, the mother of his son and… that’s pretty much it. In the books they’re barely spoken about as a couple, unlike Prongsfoot who are always mentioned together as if they were a package deal– which they were, as recognised by practically everyone. That’s not to say Jily has zero textual backing, though it is far and few between.

“How come she married him?” Harry asked miserably. “She hated him!”  “Nah, she didn’t,” said Sirius.  “She started going out with him in seventh year,” said Lupin.  “Once James had deflated his head a bit,” said Sirius.  “And stopped hexing people just for the fun of it,” said Lupin. 

Conclusion

What we do know about James and Lily’s relationship is limited to the following: Lily disliked James because he and Snape were enemies, James developed feelings for her first, they began dating in seventh year once James had matured, they got married when they were nineteen to twenty years old, had a child together. The end. 

On the contrary, James and Sirius are constantly implied to be each other’s closest, most loyal friend; each other’s most trusted confidant. They are equals in every conceivable way. Both were popular, from wealthy backgrounds  and intelligent. Throughout the entire series Sirius’ only priority was Harry, James’ son. He went through unfathomable lengths to protect Harry: he was the first to escape Azkaban, he snuck into Hogwarts with all the dementors around and lived off rats during the GOF so he could be close to Harry, the last piece of James he had left. 

There’s also evidence to suggest Sirius was a narrative parallel to Snape. There are two adults in Harry’s life who sought to protect him due to their respective relationships with one of his parents. Snape was a double agent for Dumbeldore out of love for Lily; Sirius escaped Azkaban to protect Harry out of love for him, an extension of his love for James. 

All these factors are  why I believe that by not fleshing out Lily as a character and Jily as a couple, JKR accidentally queer-coded Prongsfoot. 

[theemporium]

Ooh ooh! They (James or Sirius) never really noticed you, but you are pulling off a prank and run to sit with the marauders or something to hide from McGonagall or Filch

thank you for requesting!🖤

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James wasn’t ignorant enough to think him and the boys were the only ones to pull pranks in the school. 

But he was aware enough to know that theirs were the most well-known. 

People looked forward to their pranks. People anticipated their pranks. People would spend weeks after talking about their pranks and bringing up old legacies and talking about how they would always somehow manage to get away with them. It was what the marauders were known for. 

He never went out of his way to ignore other people’s pranks. If someone told him about them, he would listen. If he witnessed them, he would cheer and whoop in celebration. James loved nothing more than a good prank. 

But never once in his time in Hogwarts had he ever seen you, let alone see you pull a prank. 

It seemed like a normal free period. The group were all hanging outside in the courtyard, enjoying the little sunshine they got up in Scotland. Remus was reading with Sirius lounging with his head on the former’s lap. Lily and Marlene were whispering away, some muggle magazine spread out in front of them. Dorcas and Mary were tucked off to the side, deep in conversation with Frank and Alice, and James sat and basked in the company of his friends, a snitch fiddled between his fingers. 

“GET BACK HERE, YA SCOUNDREL!” 

James didn’t even get the chance to acknowledge the angry yelling from Filch or the sound of laughter following before he saw a flash in the corner of his eyes. Before he even turned his head, you quickly slid into the seat next to him, panting lightly with a massive grin on your face. And your eyes—there was a glint he knew all too well, one that made his own heart thrum with adrenaline. 

“Cover for me,” you whispered to the boy before settling against his side, shoulders brushing and acting as casual as one would, as though you had been sitting next to him for ages.

“You!” Filch grumbled as he hobbled towards the group of students, his bony finger pointed right at you. “Come with me! McGonagall will be hearing about this!”

You looked up at the caretaker. “Hear about what?” 

His brows furrowed together. “What you did!” 

You blinked at him in confusion. “What did I do? I’ve been sitting here with my friends all day.” 

Filch looked around the group with narrowed eyes, suspicion written all over his face as he sneered at the lot. 

“It’s true,” James spoke up and threw his arm over your shoulder. “She’s been with us the whole time.” 

Filch frowned, grumbling. “I’ll catch you next time.”

“What an odd thing to say to someone who’s done nothing wrong,” you answered with an innocent smile, waving the man off as he scampered off. You waited until you were sure he was out of earshot before you slumped against James. “Thank you for that.” 

“Do I wanna know what crime I just became an accomplice in?” James asked, his eyes glued on you and his arm tightening a little around you like he was worried you would run off as quickly as you sat down. 

“All in good time, Potter,” you grinned, patting his chest before you scrambled back up on your feet. 

James’ brows furrowed together. “Do I at least get your name?” 

Your grin only widened. “All in good time, Potter!”

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[subsathogwarts]

Harry Potter having a crush on Bully!Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: Quite suggestive at the end, sorta enemies to lovers, Harry is clearly the sub, bullying, and ofc a mention of smut. Minors don't read pls pls 🥲 be innocent for a while longer --

(headcanons under the cut)

Harry:

• You first met Harry when you and Draco were rounding up the first years and teasing them to no end throughout the day. You were making them kneel in front of you and other Slytherin Seniors. Harry, being the ever so heroic Gryffindor that he was, decided to step in. It didn’t end well.

• “Let it go, Malfoy, (Y/L/N)! They’re just kids!”

• You would smirk and raise your eyebrows, “Kids? More like crotch goblins, eh, Potter?”

• Despite your fearful reputation as a well known Slytherin and pure blood, Harry wasn’t afraid.

• “Let it go, (Y/N).”

• Draco would chuckle, teasing you. “Ooh you’re on a first name basis with Potter, eh (Y/L/N)?” And you would nudge him back and say, “Potter wishes.”

• Eventually, Snape stepped in and split the three of you up, the first years running off.

• “Come on Draco, it’s not worth fighting with Potter. Scum like him…”

• You walked over to Harry, gripping his chin. “only deserved to be used.”

• There it was - that defiant look. It drove you crazy. Most boys in your year were putty in your hands once you showed them a little attention. But Harry Potter…this boy would be a challenge.

• Your next encounter would be in the Gryffindor common room. Hell knows how you got in, being a Slytherin and all, but there you were, on your knees, sucking some Gryffindor Quidditch player off in the middle of the night.

• To say Harry was shocked would be an understatement. He was watching at the top of the stairs…confused. Was he actually into this stuff? He was painfully aware of his growing erection.

• Although you were facing away from him, you called out. “Oh, Harry.” He almost fell down the stairs. “You made it.”

• It was this moment that Harry Potter crumbled. He was so embarrassed, his cheeks heating up rapidly. He stuttered, unable to comprehend the situation.

• “I- erm - (Y/L/N)…w-what are you d-doing here?”

• It was the most adorable thing you’ve seen. You wanted him. Now. You stop touching the other student’s cock and get up, half naked, tits out, and walk over to Harry.

• “Enjoying the show, Potter?” You’d mock him. “N-no…no! Thats absolutely ridiculous. I’m going to Professor Mcgonagall.” Sighing, you twirled your hair in your hand with one hand, while the other was against the wall, trapping Harry.

“You’re going to tell on me, right? That’s right, good boy, Harry. Tell the Professor that you caught me having sex with another student, in the Gryffindor common room at that…and that you, Harry Potter, had been standing there, watching, wishing that boy was you.”

• Harry was too stunned to speak. He began to open his mouth but you took that freedom from him by crashing your lips onto his.

● He never did tell the professor.

[thereaderarchive]

I'm watching The Secrets of Dumbledore for the first time and Theseus goes into the Hog's head thinking Dumbledore and Newt have a mission for him! Ooh! So exciting! and not five minutes in he realizes... nope, his little brother got him into the mess of his boss' gay divorce with the latest biggest threat to the world.

He tries very hard not to call Dumbledore a fucking idiot:

He would have been friends with Snape and McGonagall.

[thetarsier]

I would love just some good old fluff/angst moments, anything you want or think of I will be happy with. Inej or Remus have my heart but feel free to do any six of crow or marauders character<3 also welcome to tumblr!!!!

a/n: thank you for this, and thank you for the welcome! i'm liking it so far... :)

Summary: You overhear Remus talking about his crush, and it doesn’t occur to you that it might be you.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings/notes: fem!reader, self-doubt and self-deprecating thoughts, drinking and being drunk, i think that’s it.

<3: remus lupin x fem!reader

You smiled as you entered the portrait that led to the Gryffindor common room. It had been a long day, and all you really wanted was to see your friends, your boys, and have them cheer you up. You knew they were in there since they rarely ever left unless they were pulling a prank, and the anticipation of seeing them made you practically giddy. 

Well, the anticipation of seeing one of them in particular: Remus. He’d been your friend since first year, but ever since you were twelve, you’d wanted something more from him. You couldn’t tell if he felt the same way; Remus was the master of mixed signals, and you, the queen of overthinking. In an effort to keep him by your side, you never spoke or acted on your feelings, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t there.

“Ooh, Moony’s whipped,” Sirius laughed loudly, and you slowed your steps, “Honestly, mate, there’s nothing you can do now. You’re gone.”

“Don’t tease me,” Remus complained, “I know, I know. I just can’t stop thinking about her.” 

That stopped you in your tracks. Remus had a crush on someone. Someone that was probably much prettier, smarter, and funnier than you. Somebody who Remus hadn’t seen in her pyjamas on a Saturday afternoon, somebody who hadn’t laughed so hard she spat her drink out in front of him. A nice, ladylike girl. 

“We know, she’s so perfect,” James chipped in, “You tell us every time. I’m sick of listening to it.”

“‘Her hair, her eyes, her smile,’” Sirius imitated Remus, and you took a step back towards the portrait hole, “‘God, her laugh.’” 

You should have known that Remus would never like you back. You were quiet, and awkward, and you didn’t always like the pranks that he and the boys played on the other students. Of course, he was looking elsewhere while your eyes were glued to him. After almost five years of pining, this was how your relationship was meant to play out. 

Running from the common room, you had no destination in mind, just the knowledge that you weren’t good enough and the urgent need to find somewhere quiet to cry in your head.

~~~

“Hey, sweet girl,” Remus grinned as he slid into the seat next to you, “Sleep well?”

You smiled weakly with a small nod in his direction before you turned your attention back to Professor McGonagall, who was explaining the lesson at the front of the classroom. Remus’ shoulder brushed yours as he twisted to set his bag down, and you immediately shuffled away from him, trying to keep your eyes on your teacher despite Remus’ attention being on you. 

“Everything okay?” He asked in that kind tone that made your insides pool, “You didn’t come to see us yesterday.”

“I’m fine. I just had a lot of work to do.”

Remus let it go in favour of writing down the notes that McGongall had written on the board, and you tried your hardest to ignore his presence beside you. You used to think that it meant something, only because James and Sirius sat all the way on the other side of the room, and Remus chose to leave his friends to sit next to you. 

Now, you knew that it was nothing but pity that drove him to sit with you. 

The lesson ended with the bell, and you gathered your things without another word to Remus. His eyes burned holes into your back as you retreated, but he didn’t try to go after you, probably because James and Sirius were more important than you, or perhaps the girl he actually liked was in the class, too, and he was distracted by her. 

Either way, his silence was enough confirmation for you, and you hurried to the library in an attempt to get away from him. 

Remus spent a lot of time in the library, but you knew that he had ancient runes next period, which gave you at least an hour to study before he might find you. Then, you could hide in your dorm until dinner, where you could surround yourself with some of your other friends and act too busy to care about him. 

You wanted to be happy for Remus - he’d confided in you about how difficult it was for him to open up to people and trust them, so him having a crush on someone was huge - but the jealousy was almost too much to bear. You would bear it, though. You would bear the weight of the world for him, and the only pain you would feel would be the knowledge that he wouldn’t do the same for you.

Which was fine, of course, it was fine; you couldn’t force Remus to feel for you what you felt for him. It hurt, though. A steady, piercing type of pain that clawed down your throat and lodged itself in your heart, stabbing you every time you thought of him, or your non-existent future together.

And, oh, did you imagine. Living somewhere peaceful in the countryside, probably not very rich, but definitely happy. Baking cookies whenever you wanted, dancing in the kitchen at midnight, waking up and seeing his face illuminated by the soft sun. Having dinner parties with the other boys, drinking wine outside and watching the sunset, having him kiss your forehead as the two of you saw out another day. It was all there for you to access, yet it was wholly inaccessible. 

It had been more than your designated hour by the time you wrapped up, and as you picked up your bag to leave, you noticed Remus standing in the doorway, eyes searching the library for something. You cringed away, turning around and hiding behind the nearest bookshelf until the time came when you peered around the wood and found that the sandy-haired boy was gone. 

Only then did you leave, heading straight to your dorm to avoid Remus some more.

~~~

Gryffindor had won the quidditch cup, and James was throwing a party in the common room to celebrate. A party which involved a lot of alcohol, music, and dancing. It wasn’t your usual scene, but you’d gone to show your support, and you couldn’t even get to the door to leave if you had wanted to. 

You were, however, pressed up against the wall, practically willing it to swallow you up as you watched Remus talking to a group of girls across the room. They were all giggling at the things he was saying, one of them even reaching over to touch his arm. Remus wasn’t yours to be possessive over, but the jealousy was rising back up your throat quicker than you could control it, fuelled by the alcohol in your system. 

With a scoff, you pushed off of the wall and climbed the stairs to your left, following them around until you came to the window, where you decided to sit for a bit, just to get a bit of air. It was a wonder that a couple hadn’t decided to stop there for some time alone, but it was all the better for you as you stared out at the hills that surrounded the castle. 

You weren’t certain how long you’d sat there staring, but it certainly wasn’t long enough before somebody interrupted you by clearing their throat. Breaking your gaze, you turned to whoever it was, not sure whether to be surprised or not when your eyes landed on Remus, hands shoved into his pockets awkwardly. 

“You alright?” He asked.

“Yeah. Fine.” You answered.

He sighed, sitting down on the window seat by your feet and staring intently at you. By the slight droop of his eyes, you could tell that he’d had a few drinks, possibly even more than you. 

“You’ve been so off lately,” He accused, his voice slightly less gentle than it usually was with you, “What’s up with you?”

“What? Nothing.”

“Did I do something? Is that what it is? Did I upset you in some way?” He reached forward and gripped one of your hands, “Please, forgive me.”

“Stop, Remus,” You tugged your hand from between his, “You’re just being mean, now.”

“Mean?” He pulled back, brows furrowed, “I’ve been mean to you.”

He said it like it was a fact. Like he was simply accepting what you’d said as the truth, and something about it felt wrong. He hadn’t been mean to you. He didn’t owe you anything, he was just doing what he wanted to do and if that didn’t include you, then that wasn’t up to you.

Shaking your head, you answered, “No, you haven’t. I’m just tired.”

“Don’t do that to me-” He slinked forward, the top of his head falling onto your chest, eyes looking right down into your cleavage. “-I don’t ever want to be mean to you.”

“You’re not,” You gently encouraged his head away from you, your hand lingering on his cheek for slightly too long, “It’s my fault.”

“No,” He pouted, “Nothing’s your fault. Nothing ever.”

You laughed, and his pout lightened into a smile, “I think I’m at fault quite a bit. Come on, you should go to bed.”

“Only if you join me.” 

Again, you laughed, standing and allowing him to lean his weight onto you as you climbed the rest of the stairs up to his dorm and into his bed. You didn’t bother helping him undress, or brush his teeth, or anything of the sort - he was far too drunk to bother with any of those things - but he gripped onto your hand, prohibiting you from leaving before he fell asleep and his grip finally loosened. 

You left him in his bed, asleep, closing the door softly behind you. Remus was your best friend, that was all. You were going to have to get used to that before it ate you up from the inside out.

~~~

Remus found you again the next morning, hair still messy, and dark circles apparent under his eyes. He dropped onto the grass next to you, fingers immediately beginning to pick at the grass in front of him as you smiled a greeting at him. 

“Thanks for taking care of me last night.” He offered in his own greeting. 

“I just put you to bed, it’s fine. However, I did have the privilege of  listening to you ramble about how I can do no wrong, so…”

“God…” He buried his face in his hands, “I’m sorry.”

“No, no. I’ll be reminding you of it whenever we next argue.”

He blushed, and you failed miserably at trying to stop your heart from turning into a puddle at your feet. God, this whole ‘trying not to have a crush on your best friend’ thing was going terribly - it seemed that you were particularly bad at not being in love with Remus Lupin, it was as though nothing he could do would ever dissuade you. You just wanted to be his, even if he wanted to be someone else’s. 

“So,” You started again, “Did you talk to her at the party?”

“Who?” He furrowed his eyebrows, revealing the small dimple right above his right brow that you longed to brush over with your thumb. 

“Your crush. I heard you talking about her a couple of weeks ago, you know,” You admitted, avoiding his eyes, “If she has any sense, she’ll be head over heels for you, too.”

“I’m not so sure…” Remus trailed off, “She’s been a bit distant lately.”

“Maybe she’s just confused,” You smiled despite the fault forming in your heart, “Or playing hard to get.”

“She’s not the type,” Remus returned your smile with a slightly embarrassed one of his own, “You heard me talk about her? Do you know who she is?”

“No, I didn’t hear her name.”

Perhaps you were imagining the way his shoulders sagged in what seemed to simultaneously be relief and disappointment, but you certainly didn’t fabricate his finger brushing over yours on the prickly grass. 

“Do you want to know her name?”

You nodded. Despite the fact that you already despised this girl beyond belief, you were also sure that if Remus liked her, she had to be some kind of angel on Earth. She was probably the kindest, prettiest girl at Hogwarts, and you held your breath as though waiting to be handed a court verdict.

But you weren’t given a name. Instead, a warm hand brushed your cheek, and Remus leaned towards you, lips just a breath away from yours, waiting for you to pull back. When you didn’t, paralysed by shock and desire, he persevered and kissed you. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that played with fireworks in the back in a dramatic film, it was a soft, slow, special kind of kiss that seemed unique to the two of you. 

It was perfect. 

When Remus pulled away, hands still holding your face, the only thing you could manage to say was: “So? What’s her name?”

And all Remus could do was laugh before he kissed you again and again and again.

[regulus-blacks-lover]

42 w Regulus

#42: “stay quiet”

Summary/Warnings: Regulus Black x (f) Reader hide in a closet to avoid detention. Includes praise & fingering, also some *very* light choking.

Also @ whoever decided that Regulus's go-to petname was 'dove' you are so smart and I want to kiss you

You'd known Sirius Black had a penchant for pranks, but you never expected his stoic brother to be the same way.

"Regulus!" You hissed. He'd somehow convinced you to be his lookout as he carried out his prank. It wasn't until you arrived that you realized his prank involved casting a charm to make a classroom disappear.

And not just any classroom. Professor McGonagall's classroom.

You could hear someone approaching. Whoever it was walked quickly, their footsteps clicking purposefully against stone. You'd recognise those footsteps anywhere.

"Regulus!" You said, voice slightly more panicked. "It's her! She's coming!"

He whirled around, a triumphant smirk on his face. Behind him, you saw that the door to Professor McGonagall's classroom had disappeared.

You didn't have time to register anything else before Regulus pulled you down the hallway, quickly around a corner, and pushed you into an unassuming broom cupboard, closing the door behind the pair of you.

Your back was pressed into a broom rack. A sliver of light under the door illuminated the closet just enough for you to make out a few shadows. Next to you, Regulus let out a whispery laugh. You couldn't help but grin back at him, though you weren't sure he could see.

"What in the- Ooh I don't have time for this." Came McGonagall's voice.

Suddenly, a pair of cool hands came to rest on your hips. You sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation.

Standing behind you, Regulus whispered, "Shhh, dove. Wouldn't want to get caught, would we?"

You could feel him smirking as he lowered his head and began peppering kisses down your neck. His hands began to wander, one tracing along your collarbone and the other lifting the hem of your skirt.

"Reg-" You began, but paused as he found the buttons of your blouse, deftly unbuttoning it so he'd have better access. His long fingers swept under the top of your bra. Instinctively, you flattened your back against his chest and he bit at your ear.

"Do you like that, little dove?" He asked teasingly.

You could only nod as his fingers twisted around your nipple.

Outside in the hallway, Professor McGonagall's pacing footsteps grew louder and you could hear her muttering to herself as she undoubtedly looked for the culprit.

Regulus pushed your skirt up around your waist and pulled your underwear to the side. "Hmmm. So wet for me already, aren't you my dove?" He hummed in your ear, and you suppressed a moan at his words. "That's right my darling. You'd best stay quiet now. Wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?"

And with that, Regulus slid a finger inside you. You bit your lip to stop yourself from whimpering. His pace was merciless, one finger pumping in and out of your pussy while his thumb circled your clit.

He wrapped a gentle hand around your throat as your legs began to shake uncontrollably, whispering in your ear again, "Shhh."

As if you needed the reminder. Being caught by McGonagall would be one thing, but to be caught by McGonagall like this? You'd never live it down.

Regulus added a second finger to your cunt, and pressed so hard on your clit you swore your vision went white. He removed his hand from your throat, wrapping his arm around your waist instead, holding you up.

"Just like that." He whispered, "Just like that, dove. Come on my fingers like a good girl."

It pushed you over the edge, and he knew it, continuing to pump his fingers in and out as you came down from your high.

"Such a good girl for me," He said again, smoothing your skirt back down over your thighs.

You turned to face him and he pulled you into a deep kiss. You could just barely taste yourself on his tongue.

You pulled away as McGonagall's footsteps finally receded down the hallway. "Next time, Regulus," you said, "you'll be the lookout."

[ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey]

hinny prompts??? ooooh um maybe write something where harry is being a bit protective of ginny? hbp, post dh, whichever point in time you feel most inclined to write about!! thanks 😍😍😍

“You were right about Vanishing spells,” Ginny declares irritably, dumping her school bag onto the table Harry has secured for their study date in the library. “They’re a pain in my arse.”

“Ah,” Harry says, looking up from his essay with an expression of sympathy. “Bad lesson?”

Ginny throws herself into the chair opposite and scrunches her nose in distaste. “Awful. Might as well have been using one of Fred and George’s trick wands for all the good mine did, at least then I’d have had a laugh.”

“Did McGonagall set you extra homework?”

Ginny sits up rim-rod straight in her seat, makes her lips as thin as they can go, and adopts a lofty Scottish accent, “Miss Weasley,” she chides, in a passable impression of McGonagall. “An essay on the proper wand motion and theory behind Vanishing vertebrates to me by Tuesday.”

“Brutal,” Harry winces. “How many inches?”

“Two hundred and four. And once you’ve finished that, please use your newfound knowledge to Vanish the Chudley Cannons abysmal goal scoring problems, Fleur Delacour’s superiority complex, and Harry Potter’s penchant for danger. And then you can fling yourself from the Astronomy Tower for your trouble.”

Harry snorts loudly. “Oh, is that all?”

“I might just skip straight to the Astronomy Tower.”

“Efficient. Please don’t, though.”

“Honestly,” Ginny grumbles. “She set me fourteen inches. Fourteen! I’ve already got loads of Charms to do this weekend, I’m going to be in the library all–”

Ginny trails off, for Harry had turned in the middle of her rant to scowl rather hatefully at a group of fourth year Ravenclaw girls whispering at a nearby table. “Er, Harry?”

Harry turns back to her, but the scowl remains. “Sorry. Fourteen inches?”

“What’d they do to you?” Ginny jokes, jerking her head toward the girls’ table. They aren’t being particularly loud, and Harry isn’t typically one to become enraged by library volume etiquette.

“What?” Harry says quickly. “Nothing.”

Ginny grins. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“It’s nothing, honestly.”

“C’mon,” Ginny goads. “Were they trying to ask you about the Chosen One rubbish, or something?”

Harry shakes his head. “No. They… before you arrived, they were talking about you,” he says in a tone of combined incredulity and disgust.

“Ah.” Ginny sits back in her chair, utterly unsurprised. “What was it this time? That I’m spiking you with a Love Potion? Or that you’re only interested in me because I’m a tart? Or – ooh, my favorite is that I’m using you to usurp your position as Quidditch Captain. I think they might be onto something with that one, actually…”

Harry doesn’t even laugh at her joke as his expression approaches the realm of horror. “The Love Potion one but… People have been saying that other stuff about you? To you?”

Ginny shrugs unconcernedly. “Not to my face, but I’ve heard it, yeah. Dunno if you’ve noticed, Harry, but a lot of girls fancy you.”

Harry shrugs this off so quickly that Ginny can’t help the feeling of satisfaction and smug glee that sparks in her chest. “But that’s… that’s so fucked.”

“Well, yeah,” Ginny says, slightly amused by his naivety to the Hogwarts gossip mill. “I suppose. But honestly it’s all rubbish anyway, I don’t give a rat’s arse. Let them say what they want, they don’t know the real reason I’m with you - all your gold.”

Harry laughs despite himself, but the concern quickly returns. “But I don’t understand. Why would anyone think you’re spiking me with Love Potion?”

Ginny grins wickedly. “Dunno. Might want to tone down your infatuation with me. It’s very suspicious.”

Harry shakes his head as he lets out another reluctant laugh. “No, but I mean it. It’s… it’s mental,” Harry makes a gesture to her general person, like she’s meant to agree with something. 

“Yeah, I mean, obviously I’d never do that to anyone, let alone you–”

“No,” Harry interrupts. “Well, yeah. I bloody hope not, you’re not Romilda Vane,” he adds darkly. “But that’s not what– I just meant, why would anyone even assume that? Half the blokes at this school fancy you.” He gestures to her again, as though his point should be self-evident.

A heat blossoms over Ginny’s cheeks. “Half the blokes in this school do not fancy me,” she laughs. “You’ve been listening to my brothers.”

Harry stares at her like she’s the one who’s lost her gobstones. “No, I haven’t. But that’s beside the point. It’s just… insulting.”

“Doesn’t paint me in a particularly good light, no,” Ginny agrees, feeling like she’s missing something. “Rather creepy.”

Harry exhales in frustration. “I just meant, how can they honestly think that’s the only reason I’d fancy you? I mean… you’re…” He gestures to her again. 

If she’s meant to fill in those blanks, Harry is going to be disappointed. “I’m… what?”

Harry stares at her incredulously. “You’re… brilliant! You’re the best in the school at Quidditch, you’re always making everyone laugh, and well, you look like,” he gestures to her again, helplessly, “that.”

The heat has spread from her cheeks down to her chest. She might be on fire, actually. “Harry–”

“No, it’s… how can anyone honestly think that I wouldn’t fancy you? It’s really rude, actually, I don’t know why you’re not bothered.”

Ginny is struck quite dumb by this proclamation. A tingly, glowing warmth is radiating out from her glowing cheeks. Ginny supposes it shouldn’t feel so surprising - they’re together, and Ginny doesn’t think she’s alone in how quickly her feelings are escalating; on some level it comes with the territory that he’d think these things of her. But she had been totally unprepared for him to be so indignant – not about being the subject of baseless gossip yet again – but about the insinuation that Ginny would need any help in attracting his attention. 

“I don’t–” Ginny splutters. “Well, that’s– you really think all that?”

“That you’re brilliant at Quidditch?” Harry asks in disbelief. “That you’re funny and beautiful? I mean – yeah? You are.”

“I think you might’ve overdosed on that Love Potion I’ve been slipping you–”

Harry barks out a laugh again. “Come on. Honestly. Of course I think that. You must know that.”

She supposes she did know, but it’s quite a different matter to have him state it so baldly like this, like her brilliance is so wildly self-evident. Harry’s gone and released a jar of snitches in her stomach. 

“Well, clearly the rest of the school’s got a different opinion,” Ginny says, trying to disguise the way his words have impacted her. “Or perhaps you’re underselling your own appeal.”

Harry smirks, and Ginny might die. “Find me appealing, do you?”

“Obviously.”

“Glad my Love Potion’s worked.”

They grin stupidly at each other, and Ginny’s heart is thrumming in her chest. 

“I am sorry, though,” Harry says, his grin fading. “That people have been saying all that about you. I didn’t realize.”

“It’s fine,” Ginny says, waving her hand. “Honestly, they’ve done me a favor. Got you to admit how obsessed with me you are, didn’t they?”

“Didn’t realize I was hiding it,” Harry replies, casually delivering the fatal blow to Ginny’s composure. 

“That’s it,” Ginny announces, stuffing her Transfiguration book into her bag. “We’re done with the library.”

“But you haven’t even started–”

“Don’t tell McGonagall, then. Come on.”

Harry doesn’t need telling twice, as he packs up his things with admirable speed. 

They make their way to the Library exit, still grinning soppily at one another, and their path takes them past the table of Ravenclaws. As they’re passing, Ginny thinks she catches a snippet of their conversation, sees a tightening in Harry's jaw: “--so obvious, I bet she gets them from her brother’s joke shop–”

Suddenly, Ginny is being spun around on her heel. Before she has time to react, Harry kisses her, boldly, smack in the middle of the library. His hands come up to cup her face, and Ginny’s heart is hammering in her chest. After several moments, he pulls away, leaving Ginny feeling rather gobsmacked. 

She watches as he shoots a nasty scowl at the Ravenclaw girls, who are all staring in blatant shock. Satisfied, he takes Ginny’s hand again and continues their meandering path from the library, as though they’d experienced no interruption. 

“Er, Harry?” Ginny says, thoroughly gleeful. “Not complaining, or anything, but I’m not sure that helped with the whole Love Potion narrative. And it’s definitely not going to help me beat the tart allegations…”

Harry shoots her a sheepish look. “Fuck. Sorry. We’re both tarts, then.”

Ginny’s grin widens. “Oh really? I wish you’d told me sooner…”

[starchaseriseverything]

Sybil: I don't think we should do this.

Emmeline: Come on, it'll be fine.

Pandora: No, I think Syb' right. We shouldn't do this.

Annabella: Dora, it's your last year. You have to.

Pandora: But, their my friends.

Emmeline: You have friends in every house, Dora.

Pandora: Which makes it wrong to do anything to any of the houses.

Sybil: Lin might be right.

Emmeline: Besides, Lia, Cissa, Bella, Andy, Ri, and Ted pranked us their last year, too.

Pandora: *sighs* Fine. Let's do it.

Annabella: I get to come, right?

Pandora: You can do this in seven years, yeah?

Annabella: But Panda-

Pandora: This is just for us. Just like Ev should say no to Mav. Ok?

Annabella: Fine. I'll go bother Mav.

_

Marlene: Jamie, I have a position for you.

James: What is it.

Mary: We're teaming up to prank all the houses.

Sirius: Ooh, yes. Slytherin first.

Lily: You just want to prank your brother.

Sirius: Exactly.

Frank: No, Sirius, you can't only prank your brother.

Remus: He's not in on this planning.

Peter: He has good idea' though.

Alice: All four of you prank too much. Your not aloud.

Marlene: Except James. We need him.

Lily: And Remus.

Mary: Pete, too.

Frank: So, Sirius is the only one not aloud to prank.

-

Amelia: What are you thinking?

Edgar: I don't know. We might need help.

Hestia: From who? The Hufflepuffs have made their groups.

Edgar: I was thinking the so called Marauders.

Amelia: Eddy, no! Their Gryffindor's!

Hestia: Mel, I think he's right.

Amelia: Wait, we don't need them. We just need someone who hangs out with them enough.

Edgar: Or, someone who hangs out their partner who hangs out them.

Hestia: Me? I don't know, guys.

Amelia: Come on, Tia. It'll be fine.

Hestia: Oh, fine. Let's do it.

-

Dorcas: So, are we gonna prank Dora or?

Barty: It'll be funny.

Evan: No, we're not pranking Dora or Anna.

Emma: How much do you wanna bet their gonna prank us?

Aurora: Oh, 100%. They will definitely prank us.

Regulus: Especially with Emmeline there.

Mavan: Anna would help.

Evan: Mav, go somewhere else. We're planning.

Mavan: But, Ev-

Evan: You can plan in two years for yours, ok?

Mavan: Fine.

-

*Everyone screams* There's smoke bombs, water spraying everywhere, people's faces turning purple, and even people's fears running all over the great hall.

Smoke bombs were courtesy of Hufflepuff, - Amelia, Edgar, and Hestia - the water was Ravenclaw, - Sybil, Emmeline, and Pandora - peoples faces turning purple is a potion created by the Gryffindor's, - Mary, James, Frank, Alice, Lily, Marlene, Remus, Sirius, and Peter - and people's fears running wild is a spell created by the Slytherin's - Regulus, Emma, Aurora, Barty, Evan, and Dorcas.

It's complete chaos, and the prankers are loving it. Their all standing off to the side just watching all the mayhem unfold. The Slytherin's are smiling the most because of how much disorder they caused.

Pranking day is the best thing that has ever happened to Hogwarts. This day, they can prank all they want and not get detention for it. Even McGonagall is off to the side smiling.

[alenablack]

In Defense of Peter Pettigrew: an analysis

The rat

In all things Peter is considered inferior. He isn’t handsome, or witty, or magically powerful. His biggest accomplishment is his friends. If they’re a blazing bonfire, Peter is a candle in a window. Small, and hardly seen.

The tag along friends

In multiple instances throughout the series James and Sirius are described as inseparable and easy to mistake as brothers. This leaves Remus and Peter as the add on friends, the back up, the followers. The rise of fandom culture has promoted Remus to the same level as James and Sirius in terms of friendship. However canon does not fully support this.

Example one: ‘This was in contrast to the only wizarding photograph on the walls, which was a picture of four Hogwarts students standing arm in arm, laughing at the camera. With a leap of pleasure, Harry recognised his father; his untidy, black hair stuck up at the back like Harry's and he, too, wore glasses. Beside him was Sirius, carelessly handsome, his slightly arrogant face so much younger and happier than Harry had ever seen it alive. To Sirius's right stood Pettigrew, more than a head shorter, plump and watery-eyed, flushed with pleasure at his inclusion in this coolest of gangs, with the much admired rebels that James and Sirius had been. On James's left was Lupin, even then a little shabby-looking, but he had the same air of delighted surprise at finding himself liked and included ... or was it simply because Harry knew how it had been, that he saw these things in the picture?’

Even Harry is capable of recognizing that the real core of the marauders were Sirius & James, and that both Peter and Remus experienced feelings of inadequacy and as though they did not belong; despite being devoted to Potter & Black.

Example 2: 'You say you remember him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta, murmured Professor McGonagall. 'Do you remember who his best friend was?' 'Naturally, said Madam Rosmerta, with a small laugh. 'Never saw one without the other, did you? The number of times I had them in here - ooh, they used to make me laugh. Quite the double act, Sirius Black and James Potter!' 'Precisely,' said Professor McGonagall. 'Black and Potter. Ringleaders of their little gang. Both very bright, of course - exceptionally bright, in fact - but I don't think we've ever had such a pair of troublemakers -*... 'You'd have thought Black and Potter were brothers!' chimed in Professor Flitwick. 'Inseparable!'

When remembered by professors and town folks it is Sirius Black and James Potter who are both remembered for their intellect and close connection to one another. Peter and Remus are spoken of less, and often less favorably.

While the marauders were a gang; the truth was they were four children who shared a dorm and formed a bond based upon proximity and a mutual interest in causing chaos.

The stupid and foolish boy

When the motivation for Peter’s betrayal come up the discussion generally revolves around his lack of courage or weakness in character. While an important aspect to contribute it’s also important to factor in how he felt about his place within both his side of the war as well as his place within the marauders. Let’s take a look at some moments that display how he is viewed by others prior to his betrayal.

Example 1:

Peter Pettigrew: "I got the snout shape, the pupils of the eyes, and the tufted tail, but I couldn't think what else —"

James Potter: "How thick are you, Wormtail? You run round with a werewolf once a month —"

Peter’s intelligence is often disregarded or degraded by his friends, despite the fact that Peter was successfully able to become an animagi at the same time as his friends, he is referred to as thick for simply taking more time to decide on his shape. James doesn’t speak kindly to his friend in any flashbacks or scenes we’re privy to; leading to the probability that this was a normal occurrence.

Example 2:

“Professor Minvera Mcgonagall described Pettigrew as a "stupid and foolish boy" who hero-worshipped Sirius and James. She also stated that Pettigrew was a less than average student and was not capable of fighting with Sirius. She was somewhat harsh with him during their years of student-teacher relationship.” (Pulled from the wiki)

This is another occurrence of how Peter was viewed by people meant to support him. If we circle back to the earlier quote by Mcgonagall we can see that she describes Sirius and James in a much more positive light.

Example 3: Peter being chosen as the Potter’s secret keeper. The whole premise of this stems from Peter’s lack of closeness to his friends; he wasn’t considered close enough to be chosen for such a role and therefore would serve as good protection.

What do these examples show us? Even prior to Peter’s betrayal he is viewed in a negative light.

In particular, his intelligence has always fascinated me. How is it that someone who is described as stupid, not magically powerful, or anything more than a follower is able to pull off his betrayal so completely? Not even Dumbledore himself suspected Peter as the spy, while this can be attributed to people’s low opinion of him. How exactly would someone without some level of cleverness keep up such a ruse? How could frumpy, mild mannered, second rate Peter Pettigrew capable of fooling the most powerful wizard alive and the entirety of the order? How could the rat frame the bright admired Sirius Black and murder 12 muggles if he was magically weak?

These complexities are what makes Peter both so fascinating and pitiful. They lead one to believe the general view of him was either grossly misinterpreted or overtly wrong. Was he just a stupid foolish boy who was weak with fear? Or was he a loyal devoted friend for a decade; who protected his creature friend for years, supported sirius through his estrangement from his family, and willing became the secretkeeper to the potter’s despite the target it placed on his back, who despite all this was simply tired of being treated poorly by the people he put first?

Ultimately we’ll never know, but what an interesting character develops from these contrary qualities.

Conclusion

Finally; let’s discuss the betrayal and the events that follow. Was the betrayal of his entire friend group horrific? Absolutely. Was it really that surprising after one dives into the inner workings of that said friend group? I’d said no. Peter is shown to have deep regret for his actions afterwards and in a turn of events helps Harry, but Peter never betrays Voldemort. Even when he is defeated and presumed dead, Peter stays loyal to him. He performs the ritual to bring back Voldemort himself, a magical feat in of itself. What does this say about Peter’s character? It shows both warring factions within himself but also how he is trapped between loyalty and cowardice. Peter is deeply loyal, firstly to the marauders despite their treatment of him, and later to Voldemort despite the fear and mistreatment he experiences.

Would the circumstances of Peter been different if he felt valued by his friends?

Or was he always destined to serve as a traitor?

[seriousbrat]

You write Snape as someone who desperately wants to shake off his low label origins, escape a system that traps him and achieve greatness. He also has horrible memories of his hometown and family home, so it’s all very justifiable that he wants to get the fuck out as soon as he can. I also read him as exactly that. But! In the books, it looks like goes back to live there (with Wormtail lol). How do you think that happen? Was he just not bothered enough to start a new home somewhere else? He’s had a job and paid no rent for most of his adult life, surely he could have afforded a place literally anywhere else?

Personally I imagine Snape to be an extremely frugal person (even more than adult Remus), but still - curious to know why he stayed in a place I imagine he’d despise (without Dumbledore forcing him to, that is).

Maybe he inherited from his mother and suddenly the connection was more valuable? Maybe he stopped caring about personal ambitions or comforts after Lily’s death? Maybe a teacher’s salary is not enough to afford even the crappiest flat? What do you think?

Ooh, I really like this question!

First of all, I don't doubt that he could have either afforded a different place or just lived at Hogwarts year-round the way Hagrid does. We know the norm is for teachers to live within the castle-- I believe McGonagall lived in a cottage in Hogsmeade when she was married, per her Pottermore entry-- since they can all apparate from Hogwarts I don't see why they couldn't live there during holidays as well.

Like you I see Snape as very frugal and utilitarian, so if he needed a place to conduct his shady triple-agent death eater activities and he already owned the house on spinner's end I don't think he'd bother finding anywhere else. So part of it is probably just convenience.

Another thing to consider is that Snape's view of Cokeworth might have changed as an adult. He once considered his humble Muggle origins shameful, but that was when he aspired to be a Death Eater. Now he's actively working against everything they represent and fundamentally disagrees with their values. Maybe he's even proud to come from a Muggle town, maybe it's an act of defiance, maybe it's almost a form of punishment for himself.

Also, while he definitely has bad memories in Cokeworth, he probably also has some of his happiest memories there-- of all the time he spent with Lily. Bellatrix questions why Snape would live in that Muggle dungheap, and I think the answer is that as an adult he has learnt to value Cokeworth more than he ever did as a child. Spinner's End and Cokeworth are symbolic of his mission and what he lost when Lily died.

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

Tell us about Lacuna :D

OOH yay! I got an ask about that one! Ok, I'll be super honest. Lacuna was GOING to be my fic for Remadora Fest, but then life happened so something else took its place. I really only got one scene done, realized I couldn't churn out a whole longfic in two months, and decided I'd wait for another time.

The idea for Lacuna came from 'what if Tonks met Lupin during PoA and hit it off?' I had a one-shot about this that stayed a one-shot, but I did think of doing this AU where Tonks investigates Remus at the start of PoA and of course they fall in love.

This is a snippet from the start - where Tonks gets her assignment and is confused about who this Lupin character is. IDK if this will ever make it out of my WIPs but we'll see. My plan is to go wild when my dissertation is done and just write fic like crazy until I find a big girl job XD

“I knew of him,” said Kingsley, gesturing for her to sit across from his desk. “I knew him as a Gryffindor prefect—”

“This bloke was a prefect?” Tonks raised an incredulous brow. “I thought they picked . . . well, not to be an arse about it, but not losers. This Lupin could disappear from the face of the earth and I don’t think anyone would notice.” 

“His father is alive. Perhaps he’d notice.” 

“Okay, his dad would notice. Maybe he’s got a pet ferret or something—”

“Back to what I know of Lupin,” Kingsley interrupted. “He was a sixth-year prefect when I was a first-year. He didn’t become Head Boy—James Potter did. Always thought that was odd.”

“Was Potter not a prefect?”

“No. Oddest thing that Dumbledore and McGonagall made Potter the Head Boy when Lupin was the Gryffindor prefect. Potter was inseparable from Black, but Lupin and Pettigrew were known to be close with the others. You never saw Potter without Black, or Black without Potter, and if you were looking close enough, you’d find Lupin and Pettigrew around them too.”

“Huh.” Tonks scratched her head. “They were good friends, then.”

ask me about my WIPs

[blueroan-equestrian]

Potterverse

What if… this is a stages of life like if starts in the school years and ends two or so years after graduation like full life story and warning attempted roffie (not Harry’s doing) and later smut (consensual)

What if Harry Potter family didn’t die and neither did regulus? Well I am going to give it a go

Epilogue

(Y/n) Black was two years younger than Harry and was in the same year as his younger sister, Holly. (Y/n) was the second in her family not to be placed in Slytherin. She was a Hufflepuff!

Into the actual story with first person writing.

I scrabbled into my seat next to Holly, as I was really pushing my luck in Transfiguration class.

“Miss Black, so good of you to join us.” Professor McGonagall chipped.

I quickly came back with “Am I late Professor? Class starts at 8 and it just turned 8.”

She gave me a look but began class without another word to me.

“Jeeze, Black you really cut it close this time.” Holly whispered.

“What can I say, I hate my alarm.” I shrugged.

Class ended and I wouldn’t have a class with Holly until after lunch. “Hey, will you be at lunch. Or are you planning on studying in the library again?���

“The library. Do you want to grab some sandwiches and join me?”

“Sure. I will swing by the great hall on my way from class.” I hummed as my class was near the great hall.

…

When it was time I shuffled through the great hall to grab some sandwiches. Now here I run into Holly’s brother, Harry. He’s a bit of an arrogant dumb ass. (His parents aren’t dead so he’s going to be a little like James and Sirius) As I walked in he shouted. “Watch out, future death eater walking through.”

I rolled my eyes and smacked him upside the head, “Careful, I will have your sister tell your mother that you are being a bully.”

“Ooh big whoop.”

I give him a smile, “ok bet. Let’s see how your mom takes you behaving with such disrespect for your sister’s friends who is also two grades below you.”

His eye brows shot up in realization that he was not in the clear. “Ok! Ok! I’m sorry.”

…

Few years later. (Y/n) and Holly in 5th year and Harry in 7th.

Holly and I weren’t asked to the winter dance by anyone so we decided we would just accompany each other. We walked in after a while someone asked Holly to dance and of course I told her to go. So I went and got myself some punch.

A boy from my year started talking to me and he got me another punch.

Then a familiar voice hummed from behind me, “No date I hear.”

I spun around with a scowl, “So what? Can’t you see I’m talking to someone.”

He looked at me with an unusual amount of affection, “so am I. Nothing wrong with that. And he’s dumb talk with me instead.” He raised his hand through my hair and pulled me closer. My breath hitched and he came close so that I could feel his breath on my lips, “Might I have this dance? It’s a nice slow one.” He straightened back up and all I could do was nod. He took my now empty cup and he handed it back to the guy. He led me out to the dance floor and pulled me close. He was a surprisingly good dancer. As we swayed to the music I laid my head on his chest beginning to feel dizzy.

“Har-rrry” I muttered, “don’t feel good.”

His arms encircled me protectively before sweeping me up into his arms growling, “I knew I saw him put something in your drink. Don’t worry, I will get you to the hospital wing. I got you.”

Things went black.

…

When I woke up I was out of it but I could feel someone holding my hand. “Where am I?”

The hand jumped and was now pulling me into a hug. “You’re okay!” It was Harry.

“Jeeze Potter. What’s gotten into you?”

He looked at me like he could cry, “I was worried. That dick drugged you with some muggle drugs. I was just so worried!”

“Could you please get me some water?”

“Of course!” He gave me a cup and then went to grab Madam Pomfrey.

After that Harry and I became closer and kept in touch after he graduated. When I graduated I went to work for the same sector of the Ministry of Magic as he was working in.

“Black! It’s good to see you. Todays your first day right?” Harry chuckled.

“Yeah, pretty exciting right?” I giggled.

“Yeah…listen… I… would you like to go on a date after work?” Harry stumbled over his words.

Blushing myself I hummed, “I think I’d like that.”

Dating steady

Harry had finally convinced me to move in with him. “Last box!” I sang.

“Finally! Nap time?” Harry asked hopefully.

I chuckled, “Harry, there’s so much unpacking to do!”

Pouting he pulled me into him, “which is why we will need a good nap with plenty of snuggles.”

“Cheeky aren’t we? Alright I guess I could use a little nap. Okay let’s go.”

Harry was like a little kid on Christmas Day when he pulled me into a cuddle on his bed. I awoke to Harry’s hand running up and down my spine, his chin on top of my head as my face was buried in his chest. I hummed happily, “How long have you been awake?”

“I don’t know… maybe an hour?”

“How long have we been napping?” I yawned and stretched before snuggling back in.

“Four hours I guess… want to get up or perhaps fool around a little bit?” He hummed as drew his hands down my side.

I moaned, “I think that would be a nice way to wake back up.”

He smiled before quickly disposing of my bottoms and diving between my legs. I reached down and pulled at his tousled hair. He is a vigorous lover and always generous. I bucked my hips riding his face. His tongue was talented as he eagerly lapped me up as I became a screaming mess.

He climbed up me smiling, “take your shirt off baby.” We both stripped and were exchanging sloppy kisses. He lined himself up with my opening and kissed me firmly, “You ready baby?” I simply nodded and he pushed in. Harry’s cock is a decent length and is quite girthy. It sits heavily inside of me and he knows that I need a minute to adjust. As he waits for me to give him the go ahead, he peppered me in kisses. I finally nodded and he began to piston his hips into me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Harry… please… oh!!! God yes!”

He smirked down at me as he lifted my hips “You like that? Am I making you feel good?”

“Yes! Merlin, Yes! Ah harder please baby!” I moaned from the new angle.

Harry cums inside of me before he rolled off of me. He hummed and relaxed into the bed, arm draped over his eyes. I leaned over and gave him a kiss, “I am going to go make us some dinner.”

I threw on some underwear and his shirt before trotting off to make us some dinner. Harry eventually came out to join me wearing just his boxers. He slumped into a chair and watched me work. “Babe?” He called.

“Hmm?”

“I was hoping that you would be willing to come join me at my family dinner on Sunday at my parents house?”

Looking back at him I smile, “Of course, I would love to meet the rest of your family.”

“I mean with everyone including my godfather… and your uncle Sirius.”

“Harry, I just moved in with you, I think we are more than ready for the family meet. And while I have never met my uncle, that doesn’t change the fact that I want to be apart of every single piece of your life that I can. Now I hope that you are hungry, I made your favorite.”

…

I began to get ready to meet with Harry’s full family. I fussed over several different dresses. Harry came from behind me and wrapped around me and kissed my shoulder, “Baby you look great. Don’t worry love, they are going to love you.”

“But I just want to to make a good impression. And none of these dresses look good on me.” I groaned.

He chuckled, “Baby, look at me. I love you and so will they. You look beautiful my love.”

…

We walked into his parents house to be greeted warmly by his mother who was followed by his father. “Harry, aren’t you going to introduce us to your lovely girlfriend?” His mother sang.

“Mom, Dad… this is (Y/n) Black.”

A man resembling my own father looked up from his place on the couch. While he himself did not move, Professor Lupin got up from his spot next to him to come greet us. The man who must be my uncle Sirius, questioned, “Black?”

Professor Lupin scolded him but I didn’t skip a beat, “Hello Uncle Sirius. Harry has told me lots about you. Dad sometimes will mention you but not like Harry.”

Sirius raised his brows, “Oh? You will have tell me know what old Reggie has gotten into sometime.”

I turned my attention to Harry’s parents, “It’s lovely to meet you Mrs. and Mr. Potter.”

His mother smiled and brought me into a big hug, “Call me Lily. Please make yourselves comfortable, dinner will be done soon and Harry’s sister will be here soon.”

I smiled, “Oh great! I haven’t seen Holly since last year before she went on that escapade to America.”

Mr. Potter laughed, “So you know our Holly?”

I nodded, “Yep me and Holly have been besties since first year.”

“Oh she used to talk about you all the time, but she never included your last name. So were you all friends in school?”

This time Harry answered with a smile, “Nah she thought I was a insolent idiot until my seventh year.” That got the room to laugh.

“Looks like he is your son Prongs!” Professor Lupin laughed.

“You WERE an insolent idiot, there was no think about it.” I snarked.

Sirius laughed, “Yep it’s you and Lily all over again.”

I give Harry a look and before he could answer Holly walked in and answered, “Dad used to chase mom with unrequited love and then they just clicked.”

I scrunched my face, “Yeah that’s definitely not us.”

Harry was clearly embarrassed and now Sirius was completely paying attention, “Do explain!”

“Harry called me things like Death Eater and pure blood snob like I wasn’t friends with his sister all the time.”

“Harry James Potter!” His mother scolded.

“Sirius started it!” Harry immediately went on the defensive.

“Sirius!”

“I was wrong? I’m sorry? It worked out!” Sirius also went on the defensive.

Over a now an awkward dinner James asked “So Harry and (y/n), what changed for you to get together?”

“For me it was slow… I would see her walking down the hall and her smile she always had on, this smile that she wore no matter what and she was kind unless I was asking for it.” Harry chuckled, “But I don’t know if it was ever one thing. How about you babe?”

“Fifth year and your seventh winter ball after you stopped that guy from drugging me.”

“Oh my goodness!” Lily gasped.

“That’s a very specific moment.” Professor commented.

“It was a very specific turning point yes.” I shrugged.

…

We get back and I immediately went for a shower. Harry followed, “Babe? Can I join you?”

I sighed, “baby you know I love you but I need to just decompress.”

He gave me a strange look, “Everything alright love?”

I nodded as I went to lean into him, “Yeah, I just a little over peopled you know?”

He kissed the top of my head, “of course, would you like me to get your favorite movie and fuzzy blanket ready for when you get out?”

Giving him a squeeze, “That would be amazing.”

…

Cuddling on the couch Harry. I looked up at him, “Harry?”

He looked down at me in my place on his shoulder, “Yeah baby?”

“Why did you actually say those things about me when we were growing up?”

He froze, “I… I was an idiot. Easily influenced… Sirius always talked about your father and his connection to the death eaters and such. Then would suggest his kids were too. I know that isn’t an excuse and I know that I was just an awful little shit. I hope you know just how ashamed and embarrassed and sorry I am that I was that way. Truely I am so sorry baby. You’re the best thing in my life and I love you so much. I love you so much.”

I nodded, “thank you… I needed to hear that.”

He kissed my head, “I’m glad we talked this out. I hope you feel comfortable discussing your feelings with me. I will always try to make up for my idiocy. Can you ever forgive me?”

I snuggled further into him., “of course. But I will admit the memories still sting.”

He held me tight, “I understand. How are we feeling right now?”

“Let’s just watch the movie.”

…

We started going to Harry’s family dinners on a regular basis. I got to know my uncle even.

“So (y/n), Christmas is coming up, would you like to invite your family over here?” Lily asked.

I thought for a moment and looked at Harry, “I haven’t brought him home yet… dad hasn’t been the same since mom died..”

“Oh sweetheart… I’m so sorry to hear about your mom.” Lily sighed. “Must have been hard to have lost her. When did she pass?”

I shrugged, “last year… only six months after graduation. Dad didn’t take it well so he works all the time not that he didn’t work a lot before … and well he was protective before but since she died it’s hard to talk with him about much… I wouldn’t say dad has the emotional range of a cardboard box normally but right now he isn’t far off… I don’t know if he would even agree to come. I don’t know if I can be happy after hearing him say no to coming because he’s hurting. I don’t know… I’m sure mom told him about us before she died… I told her about us right before she got sick but he hasn’t said anything.”

Sirius came up and actually hugs me. “I’m sorry for your loss and I will get Regulus to come. I hope you know how much you are treasured here.”

…

Christmas came and dad actually came. As dinner came to an end Harry stood up, and looked at me, “(Y/n), I have never been so happy in my life than when I am with you.” He got down on one knee, “(y/n) Black, will you make me the happiest man and marry me?”

I smiled widely and threw my arms around him squealing, “Yes! Yes! Oh my god, yes!”

… we stumbled back into the house, teeth and lips clashing as we stripped each other. We bumped into walls and furniture as we made our way to the bedroom. Harry pulled me up the bed before he slipped down between my legs, kissing each leg. “Look at my pretty baby.” Harry hummed.

“Oh stop teasing! And eat me out!” I moaned.

Harry chuckled and propped himself up on his elbows, “I haven’t even had the chance to tease you yet! You’re so impatient.” He smirked before diving down between my legs running his tongue through my folds beginning to work me. He twirled and twisted his tongue lapping me up eagerly. I reached down and tugged at his tousled locks as I began to peak. When I did reach peak he allowed me to ride his face until I fell limp only to do it again three more times. He had me fucked out simply by his mouth. I relaxed into the bed as he climbed up me.

“Baby?” He hummed peppering kisses over my face, “pretty baby, can I have a turn?”

Instead of responding, I simply spread open my legs allowing him to slot his body in between my legs. He aligned himself and before pushing in he whispered, “I need to hear you say it. Come on love tell if I can have a turn. If the answer is no I will pull back, you know I will.”

I struggled to gather my thoughts and words before whimpering out, “gentle okay?”

He smiled softly, “of course love.” He placed tender kisses on my lips as he slides inside of me. “How does that feel love? Have I worked you out enough?”

I nodded and he began to pump in and out of me gently. As my moans grew louder, the more his pace grew faster. His own moans began to fill the room. He reached down between us and began to rub circles on my clitoris. “Come on baby, cum around my cock.”

I tried to focus on the feelings of him inside of me and his fingers working me until I began to contact around him screaming in ecstasy, causing Harry to let his own release wash over him. He coated my walls with his essence before he pulled out of me. He pulled me close and we fell into a blissful sleep dreaming of a happy life together.

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hiho! good morning, i hope ur doing well and eaten breakfast!

I GENUINELY THINK that draco teases ron for being 'obsessed' with the slytherins, namely his gang LOL!! ron would be glaring at them at the other side of the room and they'd be minding their business,, (they're the reason why he cant focus fr) ,, ooh, go on ahead! reading it is fantastic HAHAHA, but i wont spoil!! the books are in english for me c:

YOURE SO RIGHT.. mattheo definitely had second thoughts when he joined the friend group, intentionally side-eyeing them and judging them in his mind,, i hc that the whole friend group started bc draco was like "guys were purebloods lets be friends fr!!" but everyone had their skepticism and reluctances, but they still managed to tie and bond together <33 for me personally i see them as the found family trope ykyk, they gossip and trash talk ppl (probably.. HELP) and they'd be doing some side quests !! mattheo would be quite hesitant for a while due to his attachment issues, theo's probably the one inviting him because "come on dude!! live a little!!",, but rlly, i think what makes me grow fond abt their dynamic is their shared bond. they all experienced trauma, and that's like their mutual bond-- they're each other's family and home, the one they've been missing their whole lives ykyk..

ooh i have seen the movies, but its been a while lol, but i'll see to it!! share ur hcs pls :0

anww, i hope ur having fun and resting well! take care of urself always ^^ - c: anon

good morning angel 🫶🏻 thank you i hope you do too ! i should reread at least the main part in the chamber of secrets so i know how to form these hcs bc i want them as accurate as possible 😭 “oi, weasley! a bit obsessed with us, aren’t you 😏” “shut it, malfoy🤬🤬 !!!” i love this beef between them sm helpppp

it’s so ironic with the pureblood thing bc mattheo is half blood considering voldermort is one as well 😭😭 draco was probably told by lucius that he should befriend the dark lord’s son so they’ll get on their good side && draco went with it but after some time he actually grew to like the presence of the riddle heir , YES the found family trope !!! that’s so them , they find comfort in each other after all the trauma they got / are getting through

soo i think snape would be more reserved towards mattheo , as he’s both slytherin and voldemort’s son , yk he wouldn’t take house points from him even if he caught him beating life out of someone and if mattheo managed to get a detention from snape , the professor wouldn’t make him clean toilets and other nasty stuff like this . and yk how he was tasked to watch over draco in the 6th movie? i think snape would be tasked to watch over mattheo as well but for a completely different reason and that is so people like dumbledore or mcgonagall won’t try to turn him against the dark side

i look forward to hearing ur thoughts ! <3