#Mirror Talks

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S&H Bonding Part 11 - The Past

The holidays continued in much of the same way, Sirius and Harry spent their days talking about Harry’s childhood or Sirius’ favorite stories about James and Lily.  Most of the Order continued to be wary, but Molly seemed to be trying to leave to their bonding time by themselves, often intervening with the other kids that seemed to want to be in on their private conversations.  

It was very thoughtful of her.

Of course, Sirius couldn’t forget all of the times that she had intervened in their relationship over the summer, but it’s nice to have that support now.  He’s been a lot better than he was over the summer and her wariness probably made sense back then.

On Christmas Eve, Sirius decides to play the piano that he had moved to the sitting room.  Harry sits beside him, smiling even as he misses the keys.  “I’m so bad at this.”

Sirius chuckles.  “It takes time to learn – I wouldn’t expect you to be able to learn in an afternoon.”

“I learned flying in an afternoon,” Harry counters.

“That’s natural talent, general speaking it takes time to hone a new skill.”

“Yeah, I suppose.”  Harry looks very disappointed and unhappy to be playing the piano with Sirius.

Sirius frowns, “If you don’t want to learn it – that’s okay.”

Harry shrugs, “You said that it was something you did when you were younger – so I am fine learning.”

“Kid, if you don’t want to learn – we don’t have to do it,” Sirius repeats.  The last thing he wants to do is force something on Harry.

“But you want to teach me,” Harry replies, his eyes big and curious.

“I want to do something that we both enjoy,” Sirius counters.  Harry’s making a face that tells him that he’s not exactly comfortable with the idea of voicing anything against what Sirius may want, so Sirius takes the initiative.  “How ‘bout this?  We can talk about the map and how it all works like I told you I would when we have the time.”  

Harry lights up, evidently excited about learning more about his and James’ talents and efforts.  “I’d like that.”

“Why don’t you go get it?” Sirius asks, and Harry doesn’t even hesitate to rush up the stairs to go get it.

“Er – Sirius,” George asks, hesitantly.  “Why would you know anything about the map?”

“Because he’s Padfoot, obviously,” Harry says, back in record time.  “That’s why I call him, ‘Pads’.”

“What did you do?  Fly up and down the stairs?”  

“I was excited,” Harry replies, looking a little sheepish.  

Sirius is sure he just summoned the map since he knows his magic won’t register but doesn’t want to get into trouble.  “Alright, kid.”

Sirius turns to the twins and grins at the stunned look on the twins faces as Harry says the password and lays it out on the floor.  They move to sit around it, including the twins, Ron, Ginny and Hermione.  

“You never said –” George starts.

“It’s not my fault, you didn’t notice,” Harry states, stiffly.  “I mean, Lupin and Pads haven’t exactly hidden it either – Lupin regularly calls him ‘Padfoot’ and Pads regularly calls him ‘Moony’.”

“Someone called?” Remus asks appearing in the doorway.  “Is that the map?  Why is it out now?”

“Harry has been curious about the map for some time, and I thought I’d explain a bit about what we did with it.  How it came to be,” Sirius offers.  “Why don’t you join us?”

“On the floor?” Remus questions, looking quite like he’d rather not sit on the floor.  “I’m a little too old for that.”

Sirius gives him a look.  “I’m older than you.”

Remus rolls his eyes, playfully, but still sits, smiling.  “Only by a few months.  Always reminding us that you’re the oldest.”

“And yet, I wasn’t the first name on the map,” Sirius jokes.  He had spent months arguing that because he’s the oldest that he should get to have his name first on the map.

“If we had gone in birth order, it wouldn’t have sounded as well.  It works better in the order it’s in,” Remus retorts.

“You’re just saying that because you’re first,” Sirius laughs.  It was such a familiar argument that he could almost imagine being in the dormitory arguing the first time.

“No, Padfoot, Wormtail, Moony and Prongs just doesn’t roll off the tongue the way that Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs does,” Remus states.  “It’s just a bonus that it means that I get to be first.”

They both laugh, before Sirius turns to the kids, particularly his kid.  “So!  First, we should probably start with why we created the map…”

“... it has nothing to do with the fact that we are nosy gits,” Remus finishes, trying to say it with a straight face and utterly failing.  

They burst out laughing, before Sirius clears his throat.  “We didn’t use the map for that, it was more that we just wanted to sneak around more confidently.”  

Particularly he and James, who wanted to get away with some of their more interesting fun that he would definitely not be talking about to the kids.  

“Anyway,” Sirius coughs.  “It wasn’t hard to find a big enough parchment, but it’s incredibly hard to get all of the details of Hogwarts and it’s moving parts, so we had to spend a lot of time drawing and sneaking around to get everything in detail.”

“So this is all hand drawn?” Harry asks, looking at the extreme details.

Sirius nods.  “Once we had a section that was accurate and verified, we’d transfer it onto the map and make it come alive if need be.”

“We spent months researching what spells would work,” Remus offers.  “The whole thing took years to do.”

“Moony was in charge of research since the rest of us were busy …”

“Being nosy gits?” Harry teases.

“Oi!” Sirius says, playfully offended.  The kids laugh.  “No, working on the Animagus transformation.”

“Yes.  They were busy making those strides while I looked up the spells.  The map was a long term project for me since I couldn’t join them in the Animagus project,” Remus explains.  

“Of course we all did our part.  Moony got the spells research, but we each had to learn and apply them.  It takes a little of all of our magic imbedded in the map to power it, so we needed all of us to place the spells on it, but that came last.”

“Right, the spells were applied last, so the next steps after determining the spells we needed, we had to map out the whole castle.”

Sirius grins, “We had so much fun.  Sneaking around the school in James’ cloak.  Plotting ways to get into the professor’s quarters and the common rooms we didn’t have access to.”

“It wasn’t that hard, all you had to do was find a Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and Ravenclaw and stalk them under the cloak and listen for their password and then use it when no one was around,” Remus counters.  “Instead, you came up with elaborate plans just because you could.”

“Yeah, that’s too easy.  We wanted to make it more fun.”  Sirius notices Harry, Ron and Hermione sharing looks.  “What?  We like fun, elaborate plans.  Why make it easy?”

Unfortunately, it seems like something else is going on because Hermione puts her face in her hands and is muttering about a month with a cat face for no reason.

He and Remus share a look.  “Someone want to explain?”

He’s giving Harry a look, hoping that he’ll be honest with him.

Harry grimaces.  “Ron and I might have used Polyjuice potion in second year to sneak into Slytherin and interrogate Malfoy on the heir of Slytherin and the Chamber of Secrets stuff.”

“Except he knew nothing, and Hermione spent a month with a cat face because she accidentally used cat hair,” Ron adds.

“And it was all for nothing because we could’ve just used the cloak,” Hermione groans.

Sirius isn’t sure how to react to this explanation, but Remus appears to be curious.

“How did you get Polyjuice?”

“We made it ourselves.  Tricked Lockhart so we could get the book with the recipe,” Harry states looking uncertainly at Sirius.

“Yeah, wasn’t that hard.  The git signs anything you put in front of him,” Ron jokes.

“We made it in Moaning Myrtles bathroom,” Hermione says.  “Rarely anyone goes in there.”

“But that was a good thing because it turns out to hold the entrance to the chamber,” Harry finishes.

That one statement was enough to piece together some unfortunate pieces that Harry was somehow pulled into the vaguely mentioned chamber of secrets incident that no one has given him the explicit details of and honestly, he’s rather freaked out.  

He almost can’t breathe at the thought of Harry battling some unknown monster at twelve.  He looks at Harry, who’s clearly worried about him, and he chokes out, “Need a minute” before rushing out of the room.  He’s not sure where to go – but as he changes into Padfoot, he finds himself rushing up the stairs to be with Buckbeak.  The hippogriff would help calm him down just by his presence.

He transforms into himself to enter the room and bows to Buckbeak, who bows back.  Then, he transforms into Padfoot.  He didn’t need to talk… just escape.

How had his kid ended up in the Chamber of Secrets?  How had he ended up in deadly situations year after year?  What was he going to do with his kid?  This kid that’s going to give him a heart attack someday?

All he knows is that he has got to get himself together.  His reaction has probably freaked out Harry, and no doubt, Harry might second guess telling him things now.

In fact, he’s probably worried about Sirius going off the deep end and getting himself in trouble.

“Oh good, you’re in here.  I was worried for a second,” Harry says, confirming Sirius’ thoughts.  He enters the room, bows to Buckbeak, who bows back, and then sits down beside Sirius as Padfoot.  “I’m sorry that I haven’t told you about some of the things that have happened to me.”

Sirius gives him a look, unsure if he should transform.  

“But you probably want to hear at least some of what happened… since Padfoot helps, maybe I could tell you now?”

Sirius gives him a nod.  He’s not sure that he wants to know, but if Harry’s willing to confess, maybe he wants to talk about it.

Harry smiles, nervously.  “Well, I’ll start with first year, most of it was good, but…”

Harry details his Hogwarts letters and his magical incidents before he knew, confessing about the cupboard which has Sirius growling.  He tells Sirius not to worry about it that it’s over now and someday they’ll get what’s coming to them.  Then he talks about Hagrid, everything in Diagon Alley, the incident with the train, meeting everyone.

“The number of people that thought it was okay or a good idea to claim that they already know me was appalling.  I hate it so much; I can’t even explain.  Anyway…”

He details school life, his awful professors not doing anything for him, the incident with the Remembrall and getting on the quidditch team.

Sirius is actually really proud of that.  He’s sure James was screaming excitedly in the afterlife the same way he would’ve been had he’d seen it.

Then, he goes into the midnight duel, the mess at Halloween – saving Hermione, the attack on him during the quidditch game, the Christmas holidays (poor kid), finding Flamel, and Hagrid’s baby dragon mess (the reaction to the whole story of the hatching, arranging transport, getting caught, the sheer absurdity of the points and detention in the out of bound forbidden forest, plus the students’ reaction).

“It wasn’t too bad,” Harry assures.  “I’ve now dealt with worse.  It was hard at the time – I seriously wanted to quit quidditch it was so bad.  Can’t imagine what life would’ve been like without it, now, but I really just wasn’t happy – being unwanted and treated like that was something I’m used to at the Dursleys, but to suddenly have that at school by my own teammates and housemates – it sucked.”

Sirius whines.  He hated thinking of his kid suffering so much that he wanted to quit his favorite sport.

“Anyway, we thought Snape was going to steal the stone because of the incident during Detention and what I’d seen between him and Quirrell.  We tried to go to Dumbledore but he was flying to the Ministry and so we told McGonagall.  She dismissed us.”

Harry pauses, “You’re going to be pretty mad at this next bit, but I just want to remind you that I am alive.”

Sirius gives him a look.  That statement doesn’t make him any less angry at what he suspects happened.  If Harry went after the stone because McGonagall decided to dismiss him, and nearly died, someone’s getting bitched at.  

Harry goes on anyway, explaining about the situation with sneaking out and down the trapdoor.  Sirius is suspicious of the situation with how it easy it was for the kids to do it.  By the time he gets to Quirrell and the mirror, Sirius is furious.  It was some sort of setup; a test of sorts and he’s pissed.  He’s growling throughout the explanation, which barely lessons when Harry wakes up in the hospital three days later.  Three days.  The thought that his kid was unconscious, in the hospital, for three days has him so furious – even as Padfoot – that he knows he’s going to rage for hours against Dumbledore the next time he sees him.  

Harry’s looking at him, worriedly.  He stops growling and rubs his head against Harry’s hand, hoping that he’ll start petting again and continue.

Harry sighs and finishes out the year.  Sirius is genuinely upset that all of a sudden people like Harry again.  That he had to save the day to get treated right.  It makes him furious.

Harry doesn’t stop, launching into second year and how boring the Dursleys before stopping, “What kicks off the whole Chamber of Secrets mess starts at the Dursleys, and I need you to promise that you won’t go kill them.”

Sirius snorts.  If he was going to kill the Dursleys, he would’ve done it already.  Unfortunately, he’s painfully clear that no matter how many people hurt his kid, he can’t do anything, yet.  Nothing legal anyway.  

Harry takes that as the promise.

“Alright, well, Dobby was aware of a plan to give a special object to Hogwarts and start the whole nonsense because he was a Malfoy elf, and he knew what Malfoy was up to… so he tried to stop me from going to Hogwarts to protect ‘the great Harry Potter’, blah, blah, blah….”

Sirius snorts, again.  That elf certainly has a thing for his kid.  

Harry continues, clearly not bothered by Sirius’ snort.  He talks about being excited for Vernon’s proclamation at breakfast and thinking it meant he remembered Harry’s birthday and detailing what was expected of him.  Sirius starts growling, again, angry that Harry spent his twelfth birthday all alone, doing chores, being barely fed and then, spending the evening pretending he didn’t exist.  

Only that wasn’t the worst bit.

Dobby had nearly cost Harry his life when he deliberately caused issues for Harry.  Obviously, Harry is alive and fine, but even with him glossing over everything that happened when Dobby ruined the Dursleys’ night, Sirius can’t help imagining his twelve-year-old kid locked in a room, slowing starving to death, just because of some house elf that shouldn’t even have been able to find him if Dumbledore’s blood protection was to be believed.  

Dobby might’ve been a boon in recent months, but he’s quite angry that he could’ve gotten Harry killed.  Then again, he’s furious that Dumbledore’s so-called protection – the one that kept Harry at the Dursleys for a month over the summer – obviously didn’t hold up well at all.  Of course, he suspected given the guard on Harry over the summer.  A guard that somehow didn’t notice Harry’s clear abuse.  

Suddenly, he realizes that Harry’s still talking about the twins and Ron saving him by breaking him out, the rest of the summer (no wonder he’s angry that the Weasleys claim that he’s like a son given he almost died, and they still didn’t offer a home), the mess at the floo and bookstore, Dobby’s blocking the barrier and flying a car to school.  

Sirius would be laughing his arse off at that, but right now, he’s just confused.  He has plenty of questions, but it appears that Harry’s too busy talking and petting him to bother checking Sirius for a response.  Sirius wonders if Harry ever told anyone these stories before.  Clearly, now that he’s started, he just wants to let it all out.  

Maybe Sirius should’ve turned into Padfoot over the summer to bond with Harry.

Harry continues talking about the ridiculousness of Colin Creevey being the worst fanboy ever, at least Ginny didn’t follow him around and talk his ear off.  He talks about Lockhart, quidditch (Wood is something else), Snape’s assholery behavior, and the detention.  He talks about everyone knowing everything about him and the weird situation of voices in the walls.

Then, he got to the specifics: The Death Day party (cruel thing to do to his kid who was orphaned that day), the message on the wall, the instant suspicion on Harry (that makes no sense), Dobby and the quidditch game (another thing to be annoyed with Dobby about – downright furious at Wood’s callous words), and Colin’s attack.  

“There was a dueling club – Malfoy sent a snake at me in front of everyone and I spoke to it – that’s how I found out about my parseltongue ability.”  

Here, Harry looks down at him uncertainly.  Sirius nods and rubs his head against Harry’s hand to show that he doesn’t think any differently of Harry for his ability.  He’s surprised that Harry didn’t know that Sirius had already been aware of his ability.  Harry smiles and goes on.

“Dealing with the suspicion was awful.  But it did encourage me to try and figure out who was doing it – hence the Polyjuice potion to sneak into the Slytherin dorms on Christmas…”

He details the second holidays, their plot with the Polyjuice, issues with Myrtle (who had – has – a crush on Harry), and their crazy plan only somewhat working.  The dead-end had been disappointing, but they continued on with investigating as more attacks happen and Harry keeps somehow ending up at every scene.  Poor kid.  

“And then, just when I thought Lockhart couldn’t get any dumber, he decides to ‘celebrate’ the situation by having dwarf cupids running around giving out singing valentines.  Sheer chaos.  He also told us to ask Snape about whipping up a love potion and seriously, he looked like he’d kill anyone who’d ask for something like that.”  Harry laughs, “And of course, despite everyone thinking I was setting a monster about the castle, I got a few valentines.  There’s this one that was so embarrassing, I tried to run and dwarf tackled me  – it was in front of so many people – including Malfoy, of course…”

Sirius is surprised when Harry actually sings it:

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad

His hair as dark as a blackboard

I wish he was mine, he’s really Devine,

The hero who conquered the Dark Lord

“I tried to laugh it off, but it was so embarrassing and of course the twins spent the evening singing it out loud to me all night – I know it wasn’t them though, in case you’re wondering.”

Of course, Sirius knows that.  He’s betting it was Ginny, but the Creevey kid is a possibility.  

“Anyway, the only good thing was that I figured out how the diary worked…”

Of course, he continues to poke around and finds the diary, which he didn’t know was so special, but had some weird interest in.  He details talking to the diary, which talked back, causing major concern for Sirius.  A diary like that was serious dark magic.  He would’ve been yelling if he could when Harry detailed the diary showing him scenes from 1946.  Something wasn’t right, but with Harry petting him, he couldn’t change back, probably for the best – his anger could scare Harry off from finishing the story.

Harry continues, “I really didn’t want to ask Hagrid about his potential involvement, so we kind of pushed it off, even after the original borrower of the diary ransacked my stuff to get it back.  Especially since things were fine until there was another attack… this time on Hermione right before the quidditch game.”

Sirius whines.  He feels bad that the situation had returned and this time so close to home.  It must have been devastating for Harry and Ron.  However, the attack made most students realize that it wasn’t him.

Harry explains about the resolve to sneak away and discuss with Hagrid only for Fudge and a Lucius Malfoy to show up.  He mentions Fudge and his corrupt ways with the arrest of Hagrid and Dumbledore’s sacking.  Sirius agrees with the latter but disagrees with the former – at least the Azkaban part.  Since Hagrid was seemingly involved the first time (and those attacks stopped with his expulsion), it makes sense to remove him from the school, but not arrest him without proof.  

He explains about Hagrid’s ‘follow the spiders’ message and now, Sirius has a new thing to be angry with Hagrid about.  Sirius is growling throughout the whole story of his and Ron’s adventure into the nest of man eating spiders.  He couldn’t imagine what he’d do if he had watched Harry’s adventures without knowing that he survives.  

“So we learned a few things, the security was tight, so we barely got the opportunity to visit Hermione, who had ripped out a page regarding the snake in the Chamber.  Once the announcement about Ginny was made, we went back to the common room only to eventually decide that we needed to tell Lockhart what we knew so he’d be prepared.  Unfortunately, the man was a fraud…”

He details the entire events from visiting Lockhart to the return and telling Dumbledore the story.  Sirius had whined and growled at very places, only having Harry present, alive, and petting him had managed to keep him from completely losing mind.  Everything he’d gone through – almost dying – would’ve had Sirius flipping out.  Hogwarts was obviously not safe for his kid and as happy as he is for the Weasleys, he’s very upset that Harry had to save the day.  And even more pissed at Percy for his letter now.

“Now, I know you know about some stuff from third and fourth year, but I figure I could give you some details about the things you missed, like blowing up Aunt Marge…”

Although Sirius was angry at the Dursleys for allowing the situation, listening to his kid talking about standing up for his parents and ballooning Vernon’s sister was a delight, too bad she wouldn’t remember it.  Sirius is furious at the Ministry for wanting to send him back after that, but Harry continues on.  He gets through third year much faster than first and second, only getting into the details for things he wants to complain about (like Trelawney and not going to Hogsmeade), things he enjoyed, or things that were fun troublemaking or funny to him (like how he got the map in the first place or the maps reaction to Snape and winning the quidditch cup).  He skips entirely over the events of that night except to explain why they were at Hagrid’s and the time turner.  Overall, somehow a better year.

“And you know most of fourth year, but there’s some details I didn’t tell you, yet, so…”

Sirius could tell that Harry just wants someone to listen and that he’s actually feeling better just talking about everything.  Just like he’d said way back when Sirius gave him the mirror, he never really had someone want to know everything or got to talk about it much.  Hence reveling in the chance to tell Sirius the details of his life.

Even the embarrassing ones.

“Okay, obviously, I was under a lot of stress, but I’m kind of amazed that Cho still fancied me after that,” Harry adds when he details the events leading up to the first task and snapping on Cho, not realizing it was her.  “And of course, I should’ve asked her sooner, but I didn’t know about the ball and honestly, I was disaster with girls last year…”

At this, Sirius gives him a look.

“Oi!  I’ve gotten tons better this year.”  A snort by Sirius and Harry says, “I have!  Just let me tell you how bad I was at the ball…”

Sirius would’ve been laughing so hard that he couldn’t breathe at Harry’s explanation of the ball, but couldn’t as Padfoot, instead he plots ways to embarrass Harry once he can talk while continuing to listen to Harry’s mess up.  He’s right, Harry has gotten loads better with dating since the previous year.  

Eventually though, he gets back to more serious things like the Hagrid mess and figuring out the egg clue.  It’s just when he gets though Myrtle showing up in his bath when they hear:

“WHAT DO YOU LOT THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

Jarring them from their comfortable spot and looking at the door where Sirius just happens to spy the extendable ear pop away.  Sirius glances at Harry, who looks devastated that everything he told Sirius could have been overheard by his friends.  Clearly, he wouldn’t want them to know and now they do.

“Why don’t you go up to your room and I’ll take care of this?” Sirius offers immediately turning back into himself.

Harry gives him a grateful look and takes off upstairs, while Sirius heads downstairs.  He reaches the landing with the drawing room, where Molly is yelling at the remaining kids and Tonks.

“What the hell is going on here?” Sirius thunders, angrily.  Based off the disappearing extendable ear and Molly’s tirade that he’s heard the beginnings of that mentioned privacy and eavesdropping, he’s sure that he already knows.

“Oh, Sirius, I’m so sorry.  I thought I had a handle on their eavesdropping – somehow, they must’ve created more of those ridiculous ears.  I don’t know how long they were listening or how much they heard, but rest assured they will be punished for the rest of the holiday – so busy cleaning or other chores that they won’t have time to bother you or Harry again as soon as I’m done yelling at them,” Molly says.  “Unless you’d like to yell at them?”

He’s tempted but they (minus Hermione and Tonks) are her kids, she should discipline them.  

He clears his throat.  “If I started yelling, I’d probably say something we’d all regret.  So, I’ll leave the punishing to you.  I just need to know: how long?”

He’s staining at the kids, who are not looking at him.  All of them looking down in shame.

“Answer him,” Molly says, sternly.

There’s a cough, and Fred answers, “The beginning.  Lupin went to get tea when Harry went after you and…. we couldn’t help ourselves.”

Sirius gives an angry snort, and figures nothing more needs to be said as he turns and takes off up the stairs.  

He’s got a kid to console.

[bunabi]

girl what happened to just creating fanwork to satisfy your needs

going directly to the developers for canonical changes to the work has gotta stop like what happened to boundaries

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[uwhe-arts]

daydreaming . . . | uwhe-arts

[mvmnbnv]

Vi before seeing the banners outside

Vi after

Sis is mad bro...

[jadewritesficshere]

Steddie soulmate AU where Eddie is a famous musician, everyone assumes he doesn't have a soulmate. Eddie was just smart and doesn't confirm, doesn't want to go through rabid fans who claim to be his soulmate. He's had too many show up wearing his initials they tattooed on themselves even before he was asked about soulmates in an interview.

Enter Steve Harrington who works as a nurse. Just casually on his third nightshift in a row in the ER. Sipping some coffee trying not to fall asleep when they get the call about some confidential patient coming in.

Eddie comes in for some injury. Steve has 0 clue who he is, just says "You look familiar, did we go to school together?" And Eddie practically falls off the stretcher at Steve's feet. Goes all googoo eyes at him. Steve being mildly concerned because Eddie's heart rate keeps skyrocketing (its because Steve is touching him).

One of the other nurses can't help but try and get the gossip from Steve, who is very much confused as to why she cares about this random patient. She tells Steve who Eddie is, and he's just like ???? Okay???

Steve doesn't admit it but the picture she shows is HOT. It's Eddie, flipping off the camera, tongue out. He's covered in tattoos, including the word 'sorry' written in a weird script on his middle finger. He's shirtless and his pants are so low that Steve can see the dip of his hips creating a v and-

Steve has to walk into the supply room to get himself under control. Pretends it doesn't mean anything and goes back to his job as his heart thuds rapidly in his chest.

Eddie tries not to pass out when they draw his blood, Steve holds his hand. It feels right. Eddie can't help wanting to ask," Hey, do you have a soulmate?" But he hates being asked that question, so he won't.

Until Steve bends over, his scrub top lifting up slightly. Eddie can't help glancing at his ass, but then he can't breathe. Because on his lower back is the initials EJM.

"Steve G. H?" Eddie asks as his voice goes up an octave. Steve turns, bewildered ," How did you-?" "Edward James Munson." Eddie whispers.

Oh

[alicent-archive]

people being shocked and frustrated by Alicent not comforting Aegon is funny because they clearly haven't been following the same "child bride, married by 14, two kids by 18, routinely martially raped, emotionally repressed, guilt-ridden" character that I've been following for the past two years.

[sirenetica]

It's a mystery, a real mystery Maybe look into the mirror to find some answers.

(miscellaneous sketches below v)

dont redraw repost or color my art /srs

[jmagnabo92]

S&H Bonding - The Worst Date Ever

When Cho drops hints about what she'd like to do with Harry on Valentine's Day, he reaches out to Sirius for help. Unfortunately, discussions don't matter much when Hermione's Quibbler plan throws everything out-of-whack.Warning: I am critical of Hermione and her actions here. Don't come at me.

AO3

***

Sirius laughs as Bill hands him another note from Harry after the lesson with Snape.  He already heard all about it from Harry, but Bill’s still in the dark about the mirror, thankfully.

“Was it bad?” Remus asks as Sirius opens the note.

Dear Pads,

It just occurred to me that Valentine’s Day is so much worse when you have a girlfriend.  What am I supposed to do or get her?  She keeps hinting that if I buy the right thing, it’ll go perfectly with her plans for the evening – what does that even mean?  She hinted about bubbles?

Send help.

Love, your kid, Harry

Sirius snorts.  This kid is a mess with dating and it’s hilarious.

“Care to share?” Remus asks, breaking off his focus from Bill who was sharing the way Snape had started to belittle Harry and mock him for letting him get in and see his memories of snogging Cho in various places around the castle.  Bill had stepped in, but Snape found ways to mock Harry anyway.

Sirius grins, “Harry’s girlfriend wants to have a sexual relationship with him in what I could only assume is the prefects’ bathroom based on the comment of ‘bubbles’ as a hint if he gets the date right.  Send help he says.”

Bill and Remus burst out laughing.

“You sure he’s ready for that?”  Remus asks.  “I mean, they’ve been dating for months, but he’s kind of behind…”

Sirius shrugs.  “To be honest, are we ever really ready for it?”

“No, but – but I think there’s a big difference here,” Remus counters.  “You literally just gave him the sex talk.”

“Fair point, but the twins were there, too, and they’ve definitely had sex,” Sirius retorts.

Bill frowns.  “I always assumed they knew everything.”

“I think they did,” Sirius states.  “Just wanted in on the conversation, maybe to help ease things along for Harry.  I mean, Harry was pretty quick to let them in and seemed relieved that they’d make jokes whenever he looked particularly embarrassed.”

“Ah, maybe they were trying to make up for what happened at the start of the holidays – even since they got banned from quidditch,” Bill offers.  “I know they haven’t reacted well to Harry’s defense of you over mum and dad.”

Sirius nods.  “Most people don’t understand, but Harry’s my kid and I’m his parent – your parents are nice people, they gave him jumpers and food, but it’s just not the same…”

“You don’t have to explain,” Bill offers.  “I know – I see the two of you together and it’s obvious.  Plus, you’re the one that has constantly supported him.”

Sirius smiles.  “Thank you.  It’s been hard to deal with people who state otherwise, and I appreciate the help now.”

“Good.”

“So, what are you going to tell him?” Remus questions.

“Er – I don’t know.”  Sirius frowns.  

He knows that Cho’s been leading the entire relationship, and that Harry’s definitely a bit unsure about things.  He could tell Harry that he shouldn’t do it, but his kid might just do it because Sirius tells him not to.  He could suggest that Harry’s not ready (because Sirius isn’t sure that he is), but that would just make Harry want to prove that he is ready – even when he isn’t.  

“I suppose that I could just advise him on what the bubble comment means,” Sirius shrugs.  “Ultimately, it has to be his choice and he wouldn’t be the first person to have a first time he’s not ready for.”

“True,” Bill states.  “Still, since it sounds like your first time might not have been something you were ready for – maybe you could…”

Sirius clears his throat.  “Nope, can’t do that.”

“Why not?  It’s not a big deal – obviously, he’s okay talking about sex with you…”

“Nope – nope.  Just trust me.  I can’t tell him – it would be … just awful.”

Given that Harry has no idea about Sirius’ relationship with James and the awkwardness of explaining the way they tumbled into bed that first time, Sirius absolutely could not tell Harry about his first time.

Remus is giving him a look, “Was it…?”

“Yes, and that’s exactly why I can’t tell him,” Sirius says, giving him a look.  “And given he’s the only one…”

“Damn, you’re always so lucky.  The only person you’ve been with is the love of your life,” Remus says, jealously.  

Sirius gives him a disgruntled look.  “Yeah, I’m so lucky.”

“Oh, right, sorry,” Remus grimaces and goes silent.

Bill’s frowning across from them, “Okay, one of you has to explain.”

Sirius shakes his head, but Remus says, “Just tell him – you know that he won’t judge you.”

“Oh, fine,” Sirius sighs, when he sees Bill nod.  “It’s kind of a unique situation.  See, Lily and I were as close as James and I were – so, she knew that I fancied him, even though I didn’t tell her, and she saw us a few times while we were hiding our relationship in sixth year.  In seventh, when it was clear that James did still fancy Lily, too, I – I told him that he should give it a try when she asked him out.  That he had to date her to know that it was me he wanted to be with –”

“How could she do that to you?” Bill asks, appalled.  “You said she was your friend.”

Sirius is taken aback; he hadn’t even considered what Lily had been thinking trying to get James to herself if it wasn’t for the fact that she always wanted to share him.  She’d only asked knowing that she intended to share the whole time.  

“Er – well, she – er – she always planned for what happened,” Sirius states, noting Bill’s frown.  “Which is that she knew that I’d give James my blessing to find out and if everything went well that she’d be able to tell us her master plan.”

“Master plan?”

“To share him,” Sirius states, thinking about that moment when Lily pulled them both up into the dorm and said that they needed to talk.

Sirius had been avoiding even looking in either of their directions for two weeks and had immediately told her that there was nothing to talk about.

“Don’t lie to me, Si.  We both know that you’ve been heartbroken ever since I asked James out,��� Lily states, plainly.

“Not true,” Sirius chokes out.  “It’s just – I’ve had a lot going on.  Wanted to catch up on homework.”

“Please, I’m not stupid.  You’ve been my best friend for ages – I know you.  I know that you’re in love with James,” Lily states, crossing her arms as she stands in front of the door.  

Sirius coughs.  He couldn’t deny it and one glance at James says that he’s still in love with Sirius, too.

“And I know that James is in love with you, and yet, he still went out with me because you’re some sort of self-sacrificing masochist,” Lily states.

“I am not – I just – I couldn’t hold him back.  He’s fancied you for ages – and yeah, we’ve … had fun together, but if he’s happier with you – I just I want him to be happy.  That’s how this works, right?  I love him, a lot, and they say when you love someone – all you want is for them to be happy.  I love James,” Sirius states, giving him a loving look, before turning to look at Lily.  “And I want him to be happy – and if that’s not with me, if that’s with you… well, he found an amazing girl.  He’s got great taste.  You’ll take great care of him.”

Lily’s got tears in her eyes, obviously touched.  “You’re such a dunce.  Didn’t you think that there’s a reason that I’m confronting you right now?”

“Yeah, to warn me that you know about our past and –”

“No because I want to share James,” Lily states.

“What?” Sirius and James ask together.  Evidently, Sirius isn’t the only one that is being thrown for a loop here.  

“You – you want to share me?” James asks, speaking quickly.  “Like I could – have both of you?”

He looks eager at the possibility, and Sirius could admit his own eagerness.  

“Well, yeah,” Lily chuckles.  “What kind of best friend would I be if I stole your boyfriend away and didn’t consider your feelings on the matter?”

“I – well, I – you knew?” Sirius questions.

“Oh, come on, like all those times you talked him up to me and I’m meant to believe that I shouldn’t have picked up that you were mooning over him,” Lily smiles.  “I know you pretty damn well, Si.  And I know that this won’t be easy, but I also know that I really fancy James and I love you, platonically.  And I know that you love James and love me – differently, obviously.  And I – I really think James wants to make a go of it with me, but he’s totally gone on you, so…”

Sirius wipes away his tears.  “Yeah – I mean, I’m game.”  He looks at James and opens his mouth to ask him what his thoughts are when suddenly James is kissing him.  

He missed kissing James over the last two weeks, so he doesn’t hesitate to kiss him back.  

After several moments, he hears, “Guess I’ll leave you two alone now – you can have him tonight, but tomorrow, he’s mine.”

He breaks away just long enough to say, “Deal,” before refocusing on his boyfriend.  Now, his again.

“Earth to Sirius,” Remus says, waving a hand in front of his face.  

“Er – sorry,” Sirius shakes his head.  “Anyway, ‘bout two weeks of dating James and she offers to share him with me.  Something about how James and I were gone on each other, but James also fancied her – Lily and I were best friends and – and it just made sense.  I mean, if I weren’t gay, she’d probably of tried a true threesome, but I am – so sharing was the best she’d get.”

“Why – why doesn’t anyone know?” Bill questions, clearly accepting the different relationship.

“Because I’m a Black or I was … well, I never got to marry him, but I always considered myself a Potter.”  He clears his throat.  “With being in the Order, Lily as a muggleborn and me as a Black – they were targets because they were my friends.  If anyone knew about the situation – I just couldn’t take the chance.”

Sirius shakes his head, looking down at his locket.  “Not that It matters – they became the biggest targets in the war anyway.”  

He doesn’t have to finish with what happened.  Obviously, the war ended in devastation and that’s the end of their story.

“I’m sorry,” Bill states.  “I thought it was bad before, now…”  He pauses, and gets a confused look on his face, “Harry doesn’t know?”

Sirius shakes his head.  “I don’t really know how to tell him, and they aren’t here so, he doesn’t need to know, but yeah, I can’t tell him that the only person – not just our first time – that I had sex with is his father.”

“Fair,” Bill states.  “Maybe I could try talking to him.  You know, I regret my first time – I was inexperienced, I barely knew her, but I had been interested because I heard all about how great it was – so I rushed into it.”

“I’m sure teenage hormones helped,” Sirius teases.

“Oh, definitely,” Bill jokes.  “But yeah, I definitely rushed, and I wish I’d waited somewhat.  The second person that I slept with was much better.  At least I had a connection and had discovered more about myself to be comfortable.”

“Well, you do see him every week.  Maybe you could talk to him?” Sirius offers.  Obviously, Sirius’ll try to talk to Harry about gifts, and the special date since it’s also their six-months ‘anniversary’ and Valentine’s Day.

“Of course.  You going to write a note back?” Bill asks.  

“Of course.”

Dear Kid,

First things first, I might suggest that bubbles means that she likes to get clean, maybe even with you.  

Second, you don’t need help.  You’re going to be just fine.  Plan a date, make her something nice, buy her some candy and flowers, and remember that it’s also been six months on the fourteenth.  Just try and be romantic, but also be yourself.

Don’t focus on being the perfect boyfriend or whatever plans that she may or may not have, just do your best and if things happen and you’re ready for those things… then, let things fall where they may.  

Love, your Pads.  

“There – some basic advice.  Hopefully, it helps.”

“I’m sure it will.”

***

Sirius had spoken with Harry extensively about his preparations for his Valentine’s Day and hoped the day would go well for him.  Given that he knows of Cho’s after date plans, Sirius figures that Harry will be busy all day and thus, pours himself a drink since he’s alone today.

Sirius hadn’t expected to hear from Harry today, given the holiday, he quite expected that Harry would sneak off and be a normal teenager with his girlfriend, and he’d hear about how it went tomorrow, instead, just after dinner, he hears his mirror going off.

“Hey kid, thought you’d be busy today,” Sirius states, peering into the mirror uncertainly.

“Yeah, well, it must’ve been the worst date in world,” Harry states, looking miserable.

“Why?  You and Cho have been getting along splendidly.  She liked your Christmas present, and I told you about the romance and stuff… she clearly had a plan…”

“Yeah, well, apparently, Hermione had some bright idea to force me to talk to Rita Skeeter about what happened in the Graveyard.  Only she didn’t tell me that.  She just told me that it was really important, and I had to meet her at noon at the Three Broomsticks.  Wouldn’t take no for answer.”

“Oh, no, Kid,” Sirius groans.  “Didn’t she think we would’ve come up with that idea on our own if you were ready to talk about it?  And in the middle of your date, too?  A very special date that she would obviously know about?”

“Of course she didn’t.  Or she did and just didn’t care – she’s not a fan of Cho, so it’s probably the second option.  Especially given that she’s not exactly known for caring about all that.  She has an idea, and you have to agree, or she’ll badger you about it.”  Harry shakes his head, furiously.  “Apparently though, that wasn’t the worst part.  The Slytherins were determined to cause grief by seeing Cho and I together and bringing up Cedric, who we haven’t exactly talked about in a while, and I thought we were doing okay, and suddenly she wanted to talk about him…”

“And because of what happened and all the stuff with the Azkaban breakout and what not, you’re not exactly anxious to talk about that on a date,” Sirius finishes for him.  Maybe Cho isn’t as ready for next steps with Harry as she thinks.

“Exactly.  So to distract from that situation, I bring up meeting Hermione and – and I don’t even know what happened.  Next thing I know she’s talking about her and Cedric dating and then she mentioned Roger Davies asking her out and we’re at this horrid tea shop and she’s crying and then she just took off all upset.”

“Aw, kid, she was trying to make you jealous because she’s jealous of Hermione,” Sirius states.  That much he’s absolutely sure of.  Cho has been jealous of Hermione since the beginning of term, as evidence by all of the arguing, and Harry bringing up meeting her in the middle of their special date probably provoked those barely hidden jealous feelings.

“What?  Why?  She’s just my friend.  And we’ve talked about it – I mean, I’ve been with her since September…”

“She’s a girl who’s been by your side for years, and you literally told her that you would cut your date short so you could go see her,” Sirius explains.  “A very special date, I might add.”

“It wasn’t like that!”

“I know, believe me – I do.  It’s just to her, she doesn’t get it so… that’s where her mind jumped to.”

Harry sighs, “So, what do I do?”

“Get her a present, some flowers and sweets, and write her an apology note explaining what happened.  Send it with Hedwig and give her some time to accept it.”  Sirius pauses, “Your dad always used to make these glass flowers that would start as a seed and grow into her favorite flower until Saturday when it would start all over again.  Since it’s glass, it can’t die – maybe I can tell you how to do that?”

Harry smiles, “That – that would be great.”

“But before I do that – do you want to talk about what’s going on with what Hermione did?” Sirius questions.  Given Harry’s reaction to the other kids eavesdropping on Christmas Eve, it would make sense that Harry’s not exactly thrilled about Hermione trying to force him to talk – it’s like she learned nothing from Harry spending days as Snuffles to avoid talking to any of them.  

“It was fine.”

“Kid, don’t lie to me.  It can’t have been easy to deal with Skeeter, let alone answering all of her probing questions about the most traumatic event in your life.  One you barely want to talk to me about let alone anyone else.”

“I don’t know why I bother to try and downplay things to you,” Harry mutters.

“I don’t either – we both know I know you well enough to read between the lines.”  Sirius would chuckle, but this isn’t exactly the right time.

Harry sighs.  “Fine, it was awful.”

“That’s better.  Go on.”

“I was reeling from the Cho thing, and I show up – there’s Hermione with Skeeter and Luna.  Apparently, she had decided that the only way that we could get people to understand what happened last year and be on my side was for me to tell Skeeter everything and let her question me about every last detail of what happened.”

“Go on, tell me what everything.”

And he does.  Harry explains how he reiterated everything that he’d been through – naming names and giving the excruciating details of everything he’d been through.  He’d spent hours being grilled with Skeeter making jokes about how she’s really better off writing an article people want to read – ie, him having some sort of psychotic break from reality due to being in the tournament and wanting to kill for the win and then, reacting badly to being able to follow through.  

Hermione had been blackmailing Skeeter with being an Animagus, which caused her to agree to writing the story with the truth and only the truth.  It still put Harry in a position to tell everyone everything he’d been through when he didn’t want to talk about it and with zero support.  Absolutely no consideration about Harry’s feelings at all.  It makes Sirius absolutely furious.

“You know, I don’t even know how I feel about any of it – I don’t feel better.  I don’t think I even care if those who haven’t believed in me all this time believe me because I had to relive the worst night of my life – and it is the worst night because it’s replaced the moment of hearing my parents dying for me when I was a baby when I ran into the Dementors this summer.”  Harry’s angry – rightfully so.  

“I am so sorry, kid.  I wish that I could help you – do something, anything, but I can’t.”

“I know – I just … what am I going to do when people react to what I went through?  And did Hermione think about how I’m affected by this?  Or how Cho might be affected?  I – I haven’t even been able to work up the nerve to tell her and now, it’s like I’m saying I don’t care about her feelings on the situation, and she deserves better than that.”

“I agree.”

“I just – I feel devastated that my best friend thought this was an okay situation to put me in.  That she thought the greater good of everyone knowing was more important than my feelings on the matter.  I already told the DA and my friends more than once that I didn’t want to talk about it, and she goes and does this?”  Harry shakes his head.  “I thought we were friends, I thought I mattered more to her.  It just – it feels like I don’t.”

Sirius aches to be able to reassure Harry and give him a hug.  Take him away from everything, but before he could think of something that would help, he and Harry hear a knock on the door.  Harry hides the mirror in his bag, but it’s still activated, so Sirius can hear everything.

“Harry?”

“Cho, and Luna, what are you –”

“I brought Cho here,” Luna, obviously, states.  “It became very apparent to me that you had no idea what Hermione had planned, and I felt it was very unfair, so I wanted to apologize and give you the opportunity to explain to Cho what happened when I saw how upset she was.  I assumed neither of you knew.”

Harry clears his throat.  “Thank you, Luna, I had no idea.  She just told me it was important and made me promise, which I shouldn’t have done, and if I had known what it was for – I wouldn’t have.”

“What was it for?” Cho asks, icily.  Clearly still upset.

Harry takes a deep breath. “Hermione has been keeping Skeeter from writing bad articles about us due to discovering that Skeeter is a beetle Animagus, it’s how she obtains her information illegally by spying on them.”

“Blackmail?  Wow, when I thought she couldn’t sink any lower,” Cho scoffs.  “Why does that matter?”

“Because after the breakout at Azkaban, Hermione had the bright idea to make Skeeter write everything that happened honestly after the third task – and have Luna’s father publish it in the Quibbler.  She reached out to both and then this morning insisted that I meet them (well, her) at noon at the three broomsticks so I could…. Tell my story…”

Harry trails off and there’s silence for several moments.

“You mean, she blindsided you with woman who has ruined your reputation and is the reason no one believes you in the first place to force you to tell the world about one of the worst nights of your life?” Cho demands.  Obviously, Harry nods because the next second, Cho yells, “I’m going to kill her!”

Clearly taken aback, “You can’t kill her, but yes, I am angry with her.”

“Not angry enough.  She ruined our date and anniversary to force you to relive your trauma to the one person that is the reason you’ve been going through such hell this year.  Skeeter started this and – and Hermione – no, no this is not okay.”  

What follows is a clearly angry Cho storming out of the room, And Luna offering, “I thought I could set you up with a make-up date and give you the chance to approve the article…” she obviously hands him something, “let me know if you approve.  Sorry, again.”

And silence reigns.

Harry clearly shoves the prewritten articles into his bag and pulls the mirror back out.  “Er – I don’t know how much you heard, but I – er – I need to intervene.  Talk to you later?”

“Of course, later kid, good luck.”

***

Sirius would have loved to have been a student in the Gryffindor common room that evening when Neville, upon hearing what Hermione had done, had given Cho the password into the dorm allowing her to berate Hermione about the situation in front of everyone.  Of course, Hermione hadn’t taken it sitting down, meaning that there had been an all-out row smack dab in the middle of the common room.

Harry had arrived fairly quickly afterward, and so had McGonagall when another prefect felt it was their responsibility to do something but didn’t agree with Hermione enough to speak up for her.  The row had ended when McGonagall insisted the three of them accompany her to her office.

According to Harry, many students and even McGonagall had been appalled by Hermione’s lack of concern for Harry’s feelings on the matter and ambushing him with the idea despite the fact that many of them wanted to know what happened that night (and felt that Harry should tell everyone what happened, clearly not caring about his feelings, either).  Hippocrates.

Although she didn’t condone Cho’s behavior, either, she could understand where they were both coming from.  Hermione had wanted to help the greater good, while Cho had been solely focused on her boyfriend.  The end of the discussion resulted in detention for both (for causing a scene), and McGonagall reminding Harry that it is his choice to do the article, but there are pros and cons to both options and to truly consider it.  

Harry had spent the better part of the next three days debating back and forth (and not speaking to Hermione) before he admitted to Sirius, “I think I should do it, but I don’t want Hermione to feel vindicated.”

Sirius nods, “You’re worried that it will affect the public’s perception and as a result, she’ll feel that she did the right thing – that it is okay to sacrifice your feelings and to do things that greatly affect you without consulting you.”

Harry nods.  “But I – so many people have come up to me asking if those rumors were true, that I spoke to a reporter to tell all, and that they’ve all been wondering and that it would help them believe me.”

Sirius frowns, “And what have you said to these nosy gits?”

“Nothing because Cho immediately took points and the twins or Ron and Neville declared that they’re the next target of the twins’ pranks for daring to even approach me about the situation.”  Harry states, trying not to laugh.  “Seamus has literally asked every day and has been pranked every day.  I don’t think that’s helping.”

“It does make you feel a bit better, though, doesn’t it?” Sirius questions with a smile.

Harry nods.  “It does, but it also helps me feel like it’s going to help our side.  I’d really like to do anything that hurts Voldemort and given that I – you know, I already did the hard part…”

“It’s your choice.  I support you, no matter what.”

Harry smiles.  “Best Pads in the world.”

“Helps that I have world’s best kid,” Sirius grins.  

“I should go, I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

[puppyeared]

act 4 :(

@chipper-smol and i came to a realization

[gejnialnie]

hi I don't think this duo gets enough love, so here are my fave screenshots of Raph and Leo mirroring each other! :D

+bonus:

look at this frame! don't their poses look similar, even though they're in totally different places?? well, there's a simple reason for it! we can see raph in the driver seat, his left hand on the wheel, while the other one's searching for someting, it's symbolising his active role as leader, while leo stands alongside him, his left hand on a handhold while he gestures with the other, showing him being less active and more of a passive presence, but he's ready on his feet, it's symbolising his potential as raph's co-leader but also him not yet being ready, still gripping the safety rails instead of the driving wheel-

(nah i'm kidding- like, was it just artists drawing similar poses in one scene? oh yeah most definitively! will that stop me from over-analysing? nope! :D this basically wrote itself!)

[hinamie]

make it vicious, take a stab

[elphabasthropp]

colin + calling pen clever and brave

+ bonus

[taylortruther]

all her fuckin' lives flashed before her eyes is one of the main themes of ttpd actually. like, all those men with many faces, all those stories, they all return when she emotionally plunges through the ice.

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 21; Most faithful mirror