#Potter family feels

[moutainrusing]

Hi,

🍬treat: Euphemia and Fleamont finding out about Jilly

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For many reasons, James did not want to tell his parents about Lily. He was going to list them all now, just for the sake of it.

Firstly, this relationship with Lily was new, and it felt like a precious jewel was lodged in his throat whenever he called it a relationship, because would it last, or would he have to let it go, cough it up, lose the jewel and pretend he’d never had it in the first place? Because it was something small, delicate, and if he made it something big, then would Lily slip between his fingers? Would she get fed up with James’s tendency to blow everything out of proportion?

Secondly, he’d never actually told his parents about his life-long love for Lily… James had vociferously declared his dedication at school, but with his parents… it just never came up? Or James never brought it up. They’d probably think he was too young. His parents had met in their thirties, the acceptable age, in their opinion, for finding romance, if one wanted it. Before that, it was about focusing on goals, to achieve one’s dreams, to get a job and love it. They encouraged James to chase his aspirations, find something he was passionate about and work for it. What was important wasn’t romance, but forging strong friendships and discovering a world of personal creation. Of course, James agreed. Family, friendship and self-love definitely came before any type of romance, but was it naive of him to want the type of love he had for Lily, too? What if he was too young? That was why he yelled about it in school, daring people to challenge him, wondering if he was being brave or stupid. He was immature about it, wasn’t he? What if he wasn’t sincere?

That was the third reason. James didn’t know how to tell people, honestly, that what he felt was true. He covered it up with a mask of bravado, arrogant claims and swaggering strides, but he wanted to be able to say it without all of that, to bear his heart and tell it fully: I’m in love with Lily Evans. Without all the extra theatrics, without making it showy in an attempt to be off-handedly careless about it, it was the truth, and why couldn’t he say it like that?

Fourth reason, James and Lily hadn’t even said ‘I love you.’ James was pretty certain that Lily thought the previous times that James had announced his love, before they were dating or had even been friends, were attention-seeking, exaggerated lies. Really, James didn’t know how to say ‘I love you’ without it coming off as false. So, Lily probably didn’t think he loved her just yet, and she definitely did not love him.

Fifth, they were taking things slow, and James needed to tone it down, tamp down on his excitement about it, because it wouldn’t be right for him to gush, and every time James spoke, he gushed. Therefore, he would have to keep his mouth shut, and he couldn’t tell his parents.

James reminded himself of this list as he counted down the minutes for his friends to arrive at his house for the end-of-year summer party, recounting their time at Hogwarts in the orange sunset of his family’s garden, the last moments of them acting like they were still kids in their seventh year, messing around before they had to be adults. Lily would be coming, and they would act like friends, even though they were dating, and James was bursting about it. They’d agreed to keep their relationship on the low, and James vowed to follow through with that.

“Prongs!” Sirius barrelled into his room. “How do I look?” They gave James a spin, rambling, “I went with Pa down to the forest to collect ingredients, but then a bunch of Bubotubers squirted pus all over us! And when we came back, there were only ten minutes to get ready for the party! So,” Sirius leaned dangerously close to James’s face and solemnly looked him in the eye. “Do I stink?”

James sniffed dramatically, excessively wrinkling his nostrils and heaving his chest. For a very long moment, he deliberated, and with a sigh, he morosely admitted, “Yes.”

Sirius whacked his head, and proceeded to tackle him, pushing him off the bed and to the floor, “Potter, don’t lie to me, I cannot smell like a Bubotuber, and this isn’t even vanity, this is basic hygiene!” they threatened, wrestling with James’s limbs.

Countering Sirius’s attacks, James laughed, “Fine, fine, you don’t stink!” And to benevolently prove it, James wrapped an elbow around Sirius’s head and pulled them to his chest, inhaling their hair loudly and sighing contentedly, “Ah, bliss.”

“Gerroff,” Sirius mumbled indignantly, though they made no attempt to move.

“You get off,” James retorted.

“No, you—”

“Sirius! James!” Euphemia called.

“Your friends are here!” Fleamont followed up giddily. “I’m gonna say hi!”

“Wait, Pa—” James leaped off the ground and hurtled down the stairs, Sirius rushing down right beside him.

“I want to let them in!” James and Sirius cried simultaneously, turning to grin at each other.

“I will,” Sirius tilted their head smugly.

“No, me—”

“Remus! Peter!” Fleamont beamed, opening the door and wrapping them in a hug without warning, and Peter was so short that he was completely engulfed by Fleamont’s chest, while Remus’s head awkwardly jutted out above Fleamont’s shoulder, his eyes bulging out of his sockets as he looked at James and Sirius with an expression of absolute shock and confusion.

Euphemia snorted, patted Remus’s gawkily protruding head, smiled, “It’s a pleasure to see you both,” and again, gave no warning as she joined the embrace. Following suit with their family, James and Sirius crashed right into the hug as well.

The doorbell rang, and in a flash, Sirius was swinging the door open, “Marlene! Mary! Lily! Dorcas!”

James also skidded to Sirius’s side, smiling goofily at his friends, “Hi!” He looked at Lily, and she looked at him, and James desperately wanted to freeze this moment in time, cling to the second that her eyes met his, bright and intense in the way they pinned him to the spot, holding his gaze in place as if they were channelling physical beams of light into his retinas, sending the heat coursing down his spine, from the top of his head to the tips of his feet, soldering him to the ground. Lily broke away, turning to wave in her adorable way at his parents.

Sighing dreamily, James allowed his feet to give way, for his body to slump into Sirius’s shoulder beside him.

Sirius raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “I thought you were keeping it on the low?” they muttered.

“We are,” James sighed again. “We just looked at each other, all people do that.”

“Right,” Sirius snorted. “So you definitely weren’t eye-shagging?” they snarked. Before James could refute that, Sirius shoved James off their shoulder, grabbing his hand and tugging him into the garden, where all their friends and family slouched over sun loungers and patio chairs.

“Bliss,” Sirius collapsed onto the grass, lying with a hand over their eyes as they smiled in the face of the evening sun.

“Glorious,” James added, sinking into the soft grass next to Sirius.

“Toffs,” Lily mumbled under her breath, and James looked up to see her in the deck chair beside his head, the soles of her sandals hovering near his sprawled-out hair.

He beamed at her dopily, tilting his face upside down to stare at her, mouthing, But I’m your toff.

She kicked him lightly with her sandal, and he turned his head to avoid her wrath, bursting into laughter. He didn’t miss her slight blush, and he glimpsed the way she smiled at him fondly. This was probably the best James had ever felt. Definitely the best, actually.

“So,” Fleamont leaned forward, hands steepled beneath his chin in a vaguely conspiratorial sort of way. He looked pointedly between Dorcas and Marlene. “Are you two… lovers?” he asked solemnly.

Marlene blinked from her position in Dorcas’s lap, before a lazy grin took over her face. “Aye, sir,” she saluted. Jabbing a finger at Dorcas, “We’re lovers, you heard him.”

Dorcas made a face, contradictory to the affectionate way they pulled Marlene further into their chest, “Looks like we have to be.”

“Oh!” Euphemia and Fleamont squealed simultaneously, clinging to each other.

“Young love,” Euphemia sighed reminiscently, clutching a hand to her chest.

James raised an eyebrow, “I thought you two married when you were thirty-five.”

Fleamont gasped, also clutching his chest, “Are you implying that we’re old?!”

“Yes,” Sirius shot James a mocking side-eye. “He was.”

“I can’t believe this!” Euphemia cried.

“Sirius, this is why you’re our favourite!” Fleamont waved a hysterical finger at Sirius, and Sirius caught it between their hands, nodding in understanding as they squeezed it compassionately.

James rolled his eyes. “S’okay, I’m Remus’s favourite.”

Remus didn’t look up from his book.

James sighed, “Well, I’ve been replaced by a book.”

“You would be my favourite,” Peter offered sympathetically. “But I’m really loving Monty’s cheese rolls.”

Fleamont perked up and gave Peter a high-five.

“You’d never be my favourite,” Mary stated bluntly. “And Effie’s cakes are always on top.”

“Wiser words were never spoken,” Euphemia pulled Mary into a hearty headlock.

Mary rolled her eyes, but leaned into Euphemia’s arms regardless. She cast a glance at Marlene and Dorcas, before immediately looking away and concluding, “And they’re each other’s favourites.”

That left only one option. James rolled over to face Lily, sitting up on his elbows and batting his eyelashes, “Lily, am I your favourite?”

Lily looked at him consideringly. Eventually, she decided, “Maybe.” Then she smirked, “For certain things, yes.”

James’s lips parted, and a flush seeped beneath his skin. “Oh…”

“So,” Fleamont leaned forward once again, this time eyeing James and Lily. “Are you two…”

In the middle of Fleamont’s dramatic pause for suspense, James checked Lily’s expression. She seemed relaxed, lips curving upwards as they dimpled her cheeks. Okay? she mouthed.

James nodded vigorously.

“…Lovers?” Fleamont finished.

Euphemia whacked her husband upside the head. “No, they’re clearly a pair of unwashed pyjamas,” she snarked.

Fleamont raised his arms in surrender, “My bad.” He looked closely at James and Lily, “So, how long have you two been unwashed for?”

Well, James’s face had already been bright red. By now, it must’ve exploded off his skull due to overheating.

[padfootastic]

harry’s ‘saving people thing’ comes from james potter and if you disagree, u can bite me because that is the TRUTH

[blueironywrites]

Title: Comfort

Rating: PG

Prompt: Defeat from @wolfstarmicrofic

Word count: 299

Summary: Sirius loses a game. Teddy doesn’t take it well.

I am writing a fic for each of the prompts this month. You can read all of them here.

+ + +

As Sirius hurried his way through the maze of corridors, he barely noticed the contrast of the drafty hallways with the warmth of the locker room he had just come from. His mind was on one thing, and one thing only.

Turning a corner, he immediately relaxed at the sight of his husband’s smiling face. Remus straightened up from where he had been leaning against a wall, their small son balanced on his hip. As he walked the few remaining steps to Sirius, his familiar brown eyes warmed Sirius from the inside out.

Suddenly, the last few hours didn’t matter. Nothing mattered, other than drawing his husband and son into his arms and breathing in their familiar scents.

“Oh, you are a sight for sore eyes,” he said, with a small sigh, greeting Remus with a lingering kiss as he leaned over to take Teddy from Remus’s arms, smiling as Teddy immediately clung tightly to Sirius.

“Hey, buddy,” he said, softly, trying to get Teddy to look at him. Teddy was having none of it, and burrowed his face into Sirius’s shoulder. To Sirius’s shock, Teddy started crying softly and he shot a concerned look at Remus.

“He’s a bit upset you lost,” Remus said, softly, placing a hand on Teddy’s back.

Heart bursting with love for his son, Sirius chuckled slightly. “Oh, Teddy Bear,” said Sirius, “It was just one game,” he said.

Teddy turned his face up to Sirius, tears running down his small face. “Papa, you l… lost,” his voice breaking on the last word, and he began crying again. Sirius shared a grin with Remus over Teddy’s shaking body.

Bringing a hand up to meet Remus’s where it was placed on Teddy’s back, Sirius rocked back and forth. “It’s okay, buddy,” he crooned, “It’s okay.”

[labyrinthhofmymind]

IDC ABOUT JEGULUS!!!!!! GIVE ME BLACK BROTHERS ANGST!!!!!! GIVE ME BLACK FAMILY TRAUMA AND DYNAMICS!!!!!! GIVE ME SIRIUS AND REGULUS NOT KNOWING HOW TO LOVE PEOPLE RIGHT BECAUSE OF HOW THEIR PARENTS SHOWED THEM LOVE AS CHILDREN!!!!! GIVE ME SIRIUS FEELING LIKE HE NEEDS TO PROTECT REGULUS AT ALL TIMES!!!! GIVE ME REGULUS FEELING LIKE HE DOESN’T KNOW WHO HE IS IF HE’S NOT SIRIUS’ YOUNGER BROTHER!!!! GIVE ME WULBURGA AND ORION PARENTING!!!!! GIVE ME BLACK FAMILY TREE!!!!!! GIVE ME BELLATRIX!!!!! GIVE ME NARCISSA!!!!!! GIVE ME ANDROMEDA AND TEDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!

[flightlessfinch]

an overlong exploration of death eaters as a cult:

(+ regulus black's identity as a death eater)

death eaters are understandably a difficult topic because of their implications allegorically, but i'm always a bit disappointed with the lack of inclusion of them in any sort of muggle au.

especially in an au that involves the house of black.

a muggle au where regulus and sirius are escaping indoctrination into a cult (this is something that happens in real life all the time, cults are not a fictional fantasy invention) would be a compelling concept for a story with a darker atmosphere. i understand why people who write fluffy, cozy fics would leave something like this out, but for stories that are moody and deal with heavier themes it seems like a missed opportunity. in a way, it might be a good thing that most people don't consider this when they're deciding what to take from the source material and what to leave behind, because cults are complicated, but it also feels like it is taking away a huge aspect of the conflict between sirius and regulus not to include the death eaters.

canon regulus is defined by a lot of things and most of them are in contrast to sirius. he's like a narrative foil for him. the golden child and the scapegoat, the slytherin and the gryffindor, the obedient son and the rebel. they sort of mirror harry and draco's dynamic, in a way. obviously it's an imperfect comparison, but that is the primary canon basis for my interpretation of their characters.

however, there is one major difference between draco and regulus.

regulus wanted to be a death eater. he chose it. his parents weren't like lucius malfoy, who was already a death eater and recruited draco into the cult by virtue of his birth. walburga and orion were bigots but they weren't death eaters.

cults are opportunistic. they look for people who don't have a sense of belonging or identity. people who fall prey to cults are often people who are lonely, directionless, and traumatized. it's like an abusive relationship. they prey on the vulnerable. regulus was soft. he didn't have a loving and gentle home life. he didn't have friends who could just up and take him away from his abusive parents the way james did for sirius. vulnerable, sensitive, tormented young men are the primary targets of alt-right radicalization in real life. men aren't permitted softness or sensitivity so it turns into a socially acceptable emotion instead: rage. hatred. they find a new target so they can stop attacking themselves. they need somewhere to put their pain. in my opinion, this is also the case with many of the death eaters from the marauders era.

barty is a perfect example to use to demonstrate my point. he has a terrible relationship with his father, which means he has a vacuum in his life where that form of guidance would be. the death eaters offer him a new family and an identity. both of his best friends, his found family of evan and regulus, are death eaters too. if he didn't become a death eater, he would lose them just as pandora and dorcas lost them. he's given a socially accepted outlet for his rage in the form of muggles and muggleborns. he's promised he's special just because of the blood that flows in his veins. he views it as counterculture, punk, because he is going against the rest of society and his father, when in reality there is nothing punk about blood supremacy. regulus is the opposite of punk (a conformist to the extreme) and he is in the same organization. if you'd like another example: severus joins the death eaters because they offer him friendship and a sense of belonging after a lifetime of abuse, from james and sirius, obviously, but primarily from his own father. he's given power. he can finally hurt the people who hurt him back.

it's all about the cycle of violence. cults are inherently abusive, yet often these DE characters aren't written as if they're victims because of the violence they eventually inflict on others (as is often the case with characters like bellatrix and severus) and their reprehensibly bigoted beliefs. or it swings too far in the other direction, and they're presented as if they had no agency in their own decision making.

anyone can fall prey to something like this, but sirius had a lot of the things he needed to avoid indoctrination into a cult. a strong network of friends, a strong sense of identity, an eye for and familiarity with abuse. he's not comfortable with authority and questions it frequently. he doesn't like being told what to do. sirius never expected to earn love with obedience. i think regulus did.

the alienation and isolation of outsiders when someone is being indoctrinated into a cult is likely a large part of the reason the rift between sirius and regulus became so insurmountable. cults require a religious sort of devotion. they try to erase your former identity and make you a brand new identity that revolves around the cult.

the death eaters are defined by their death eater identity even more so than their personal identities. the donning of a mask so they all become indistinguishable, and cover their faces except for their eyes (a window into the soul that is being damaged by the darkness of their magic and actions) is a clear visual symbol for this.

i don't think regulus was a very good person. he was complicated and deeply flawed. his beliefs were reprehensible. i think he was a blood supremacist when he took the mark, and i think he took the mark because he was eager to be a death eater. he became disillusioned as he grew older when he realized the gravity of the fact he was in it for life, and discovered the extent of the violence he would be expected to inflict. he died doing everything in his power to stop the dark lord. but because of the nature of cults, and their impact on identity, it wouldn't be remiss to acknowledge that he may have intended to die in that cave because a life outside of his identity as a death eater, without the other death eaters he considered friends and family, likely seemed hopelessly out of reach.

exploring this when you're working in a non-magical setting would be interesting. even if you don't actually include a cult in the story, taking into account the implications of why regulus would choose to become a death eater at sixteen informed so much of my perception of him. a lack of a sense of self, extreme loneliness, fear, a longing to be loved, a longing for community, an escape from his parents' grasp, ect ect. i'm rambling. i only have a surface level understanding of how cults work because we touched on them in a psychology course i was sitting in on lectures for a few years ago.

i might write a fic about this, i might not. my longfic is already taking up so much of my time, affection, and mental space that i'm reluctant to start another story. but a muggle cult au + jegulus would be fun to write :)

[im-trying-my-best-yall]

something i think about often is the idea of George being the goofy uncle for Ron+Hermione and Harry+Ginnys kids but then the kids get older and have the univeral experience of fully realizing your parents siblings lore.

like the kids obviously know about Fred because theres no way their parents would let him be forgotten but also they probably dont know the full extent of what happened until theyre older

LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN UNCLE FRED DIED IN THE W A R!?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN GOOFY UNCLE GEORGE WHO OWNS A JOKE SHOP SAW HIS TWINS DEAD BODY ON THE FLOOR OF OUR SCHOOL?!?

maybe this is just me projecting my experiences of learning fucked shit that happened in my family later on in life but i think about it often

[billsbae]

i love a good hogwarts au in every fandom i'm in, so here's my houses headcanons for atla

katara — gryffindor

sokka — ravenclaw

aang — hufflepuff

toph — slytherin

suki — gryffinor

zuko — hufflepuff

azula — slytherin

mai — slytherin

ty lee — slytherin

[okeydokeylackey]

you were far from good and yet I mourn you all the same to the growth you didn't get to have, to the joy you never got to find to the memories i make without you i know you're not proud of me, i'm not proud of me i'm alive, and you're not, and that's the only thing i've got i miss you i'm sorry for repeating your mistakes.

i dedicate this @heir-of-sapphirius comic to my dad, who's been gone for 8 years today. love you.

[dreamingofmarauders]

You idiot!

Fred Weasley x fem! reader

Summary: In which Fred promises you he will be careful during the battle, but things don't always go to plan.

Trigger warning: Violence, death (to some sort), blood, injury

Note: Not really sure what I did, but I tried. Also if anything seems off, I am sorry, but I tried my best to catch any mistakes. I hope you all will enjoy it to some extent! :)

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

It was the early hours of May the Second. Y/n sat at the Gryffindor table, her leg bouncing up and down in anxiety. A mere hour ago, y/n was in her room, flipping through a photo album of when she went to Hogwarts, giggling at the moving pictures that contained herself along with Lee, George and Fred.

Fred.

Her boyfriend. Her one true love.

The boy she had developed feelings for in her fourth year, not confessing until her final year, when the pair were stuck together in a broom closet which would not budge. Only when the two were in each other's arms had the door swung open to reveal a triumphant looking George and Lee. Turned out it had all been a scheme by the pair of best friends to get Fred and y/n to confess they fancied one another.

The two had been together since then. Fred had asked y/n to move in with him the summer after she graduated. The twins had left school earlier to start up their shop but also since they were done with the pink toad known as Umbridge.

Y/n had been living with Fred in the flat the two brothers had above their shop. Y/n realized she was in love with Fred when one night, Fred had found Y/n crying. Her last bit of family, her brother, her twin, had joined the Death Eaters. She had broken down completely at that but y/n slowly recovered. Months after the news, Fred had discovered y/n crying her heart out in their sitting room in the flat, much to his surprise. Fred had simply held her until she stopped crying, and then pampered her the whole night. It was then y/n realized she didn't fancy Fred, she loved him.

However, with Voldemort having taken over, they had shifted to Fred's Aunt Muriel's place. The months passed by slowly but each day was almost dreadful, as y/n feared of hearing of anyone else she knew having been killed by Voldemort's death eaters. At one point, y/n had decided to join alongside Fred, Potterwatch, a radio station with real, accurate, up to date news. She adopted the identity of Valerie.

As the clock was nearing midnight on May the First, y/n's quiet, peaceful atmosphere had been interrupted by Fred who had burst into her room, his face looking solemn. Y/n felt her stomach twist in nervousness.

"Freddie, what's wrong?"

"It's Harry. He's at Hogwarts, we've all been called to the front." Fred answered, holding up a coin that had been used for communication between D.A. members.

Y/n gulped.

This was it. The final battle.

It all ends.

Y/n had stood up and rushed into Fred's arms.

"Promise me." She said, her voice muffled against Fred's chest.

"Pardon me, love?"

Y/n broke away and looked up at him, raising her hand out. "Promise me you'll be safe."

"Love-"

"Promise me, Freddie."

Fred had looked at her with soft eyes until he sighed and nodded.

"I promise, my love."

As y/n sat in the Great Hall, listening to the instructions being given out, her head spun with many thoughts.

What if they lost? How many casualties would there be? And... what if something happened to Fred?

A warm hand intertwined into hers and y/n broke out of the cage in her head, and turned to look at Fred beside her. His chocolate brown eyes provided warmth, a comfort that made y/n feel at home. Fred was her home.

He gave her a reassuring smile, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, and y/n felt herself relaxed a bit.

Perhaps everything would turn out alright in the end.

Oh how wrong she was.

During the fight, y/n had been separated from the twins and she ran, dodging spells, helping anyone who needed help, fighting back her attackers.

Y/n needed to see him. She couldn't rest until she was with Fred again. Y/n rounded another corner and paused for a moment.

Fred and Percy had just backed into view, both of them dueling masked and hooded men. Harry, Ron, and Hermione came up behind y/n and the four ran forth to help:

Jets of light flew in every direction and the man dueling Percy backed off, fast:

Then his hood slipped and they saw a high forehead and streaked hair - “Hello, Minister!” bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. “Did I mention I'm resigning?”

“You're joking, Perce!” shouted Fred as the Death Eater he was battling collapsed under the weight of three separate Stunning Spells. Thicknesse had fallen to the ground with tiny spikes erupting all over him; he seemed to be turning into some form of sea urchin.

Fred looked at Percy with glee before his eyes landed on y/n who had just stunned a death eater and turned to look at him. Although, Fred didn't realize, y/n's face had paled. Augustus Rookwood had shot a spell aimed in the two brothers' direction. Y/n began to move forth.

“You actually are joking, Perce… I don't think I've heard you joke since you were-“ Y/n got to Fred but right at that moment, the air exploded. They had been grouped together, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, y/n and Percy, the three Death Eaters at their feet, one Stunned, the other Transfigured; and in that fragment of a moment, when danger seemed temporarily at bay, the world was rent apart, y/n felt herself flying through the air, her grip tight on Fred, his arms around her.

The pair slammed onto the ground hard. Y/n's leg was warm and sticky, her skin burning, meaning blood was pouring out of a nasty gash. The dust and debris had swallowed them all in darkness, shouts and screams bounced in the now torn apart corridor.

When the dust settled, y/n was finally able to see. Her face paled and y/n's heart stopped at the sight before her.

Fred lay beside her, his body limp, his arms still loosely around her, his eyes shut, his head profusely bleeding.

"No, no, no..." Y/n murmured out in horror. Fred lay lifeless beside her. Y/n shook Fred, tears racing down her face. "No! You promised!" She yelled at him, beginning to lose control of her breathing. "Wake up!"

Percy and Ron kneeled down beside y/n, their faces distraught, shock flooding their whole body.

"Y/n," Percy tried, who was also crying. "He's gone-"

"NO! HE'S NOT!" She yelled at him, sobbing.

A thought suddenly occurred to her.

"Check his pulse!"

"What?" Ron spoke out, baffled. But y/n didn't hear, she hastily leaned forth and placed her ear against Fred's chest. Y/n strained to listen, her heart pounding harder and harder by the second. She couldn't hear anything and she was starting to lose hope.

Until, she did.

A very quiet and slow heartbeat answered to her.

Her Fred was alive.

A relieved whimper of joy escaped her.

"He's alive!" She said, crying with joy. The other two brothers looked at her with wide eyes and let out watery laughs of relief. Hermione and Harry smiled gently at that, wiping their tears away.

"We have to get him out of here." Percy ordered and with the help of Ron and Harry, they lifted up Fred and began to move as fast as they could, with y/n and Hermione right behind them.

Although not too soon did a loud, menacing voice ring throughout the whole castle, causing all signs of the battle to cease.

Lord Voldemort had granted Harry Potter an hour to surrender himself or watch the battle resume once more, with even deadlier consequences.

The group walked off to the Great Hall, where everyone was regrouping. Bodies of the fallen were being brought in, the injured were being treated, families searched for one another and hugged one another out of the relief of being alive. That was how the rest of the Weasley family was.

They were gathered together, embracing one another and trying to find more of their group. George was the first to spot the newly arrived.

His eyes went wide as his face paled. He felt all the breath leave him at the sight of his twin, his best friend, being carried in such a state, making George fear the worst. The rest of the family, noticing George's gaze, turned and felt all their worst nightmares come true.

Molly was the first to act, rushing forth as Percy, Ron and Harry gently placed Fred on the ground.

"My boy!" She cried out, going onto the ground beside y/n. She then looked at Y/n who sat there, staring numbly at Fred. "Oh my dear, y/n..." Molly said, bringing her into a hug. Y/n embraced the older Weasley tightly before pulling apart.

"He's alive." Y/n said, causing the whole family to sigh in relief, as Percy came with Madam Pomfrey who immediately began to tend to Fred.

They all silently watched, and after a painfully long ten minutes or so, the matron straightened and said, "I've done everything I can. He should wake up soon." With that, Madam Pomfrey moved onto another patient.

They all nodded, waiting for Fred to wake up.

Not soon after, Fred suddenly gasped, his eyes fluttering open, roaming around as he tried to recall where he was. The entirety of the Weasley family plus Harry and Hermione let out cries or gasps of relief. Y/n had begun to cry, and that's what made Fred look at her.

His eyes softened and he slowly sat up, wincing at the pounding in his head. Fred gently placed his hands on y/n's face, making her look up at him.

"Y/n," Fred said, feeling his heart shatter as y/n merely began to sob. "Y/n, love-"

Suddenly, y/n smacked Fred on the arm, making him groan and everyone else to look on with surprise.

"What was that for, love?" Fred murmured out in pain.

"You idiot! What were you thinking? Joking around like that during a battle? You bloody promised to be safe!" Y/n let out a sob once again, "I almost lost you."

Fred sighed and brought the girl into his chest, who held onto him tightly afraid he would disappear.

"I love you." She breathed out, making Fred freeze at the confession. He placed a kiss on y/n's head.

"I love you too, darling. I love you so much." He confessed back

With that having been said, the two would repeat those words to each other everyday for the rest of their lives, as Harry would claim victory over Voldemort in the final battle, ending the reign of terror over the wizarding world for good.

[sweetnnaivete]

say what you want about how order of the phoenix's pacing and general writing sucks but it was such a good exploration of harry's character and introduced the corruption of the ministry which of course was later butchered BUT i am a day one ootp lover

[odillisea]

The parallels between Sirius and Pandora and their siblings and family are soo overlooked. Like

- both born into old pureblood families

- were the only blood traitors in a family of blood supremacists

- had a brother in slytherin who, despite their best efforts and despite how close they used to be, eventually left them and took the side of their family, becoming a death eater

- said brothers both died as death eaters

- were both a parent/parental figure to a child that grew up to play a big part in defeating voldemort

- both survived the first war when the rest of their friends were wiped out, yet died before the end of the second

[fortunatefires]

Also if you compare Hermione to a character like Annabeth functionally they have the same role within the story. They are there to drive the plot and be a walking encyclopedia for the reader/main character. And yet where Hermione gets shoved aside and all the cool shit she does happens in the background you get Annabeth doing badass shit right up front. Like, if Annabeth did any of the shit Hermione did it wouldn't be brushed off the way it was. If Annabeth made her family forget her, turned someone into a bug and trapped them in a jar, knitted hats to free elves, any of that shit then Percy would be beside her 100% he would be in awe and absolutely terrified at her power and dedication. But what we get from Harry basically amounts to "Thanks nerd. Anyways, what's my next task?"

[callmesel]

I zone out when I was in the shower and had a full AU idea

Fred is a terminally ill cancer patients and has one last chance to "survive" and is a high risk surgery where they need a high compatible donor.

The first thought it's for George to help him, as they are twins and are basically genetically identical. However, George can't do the surgery because he just got out of a terrible accident that leaves him too weak for that type of surgery but good enough to continue his life as "normal" (he still has to take a bunch of different pills so his immune system is full of those different elements that can become a health hazard to Fred if they proceed with the surgery)

For plot convenience tbh, none of the other Weasleys are good enough candidates so they are desperate to save Fred. They are a family of fighters, they are not gonna let Fred just die. There is one family member that could save Fred and that is Percy.

Percy left the family after a heavy fight with Arthur were, after none stop rumours of Percy 'sleeping' his way into his position into the government and of making fun of his family with other high executives, accuse him of such acts. Percy offended and hurt, leaves, saying that his boss was right and that they are just keeping him from truely take off. That happened over 3 years ago and no one knew where Percy was.

So George, taking matters in his own hands, was determined to track down his older brother to save his twin.

Thanks that Ron and his bf Harry worked in the police force, they could see that Percy was still in the country and that he probably was still on England.

George disguised himself as a brunette and even got help to change his face (fake piercing, tattoos, marks) anything to make it more difficult to recognise. And after a long play were they manage to find Oliver Wood, who's Percy's friend, after jumping all around the place.

They are in a high class event, that shock George, and he sees Percy so he slowly approached him. All that pain from all those years were about to erup on him when he saw something, Percy looked happy?

Months goes by and George and Percy become friends (Percy did not know that he was talking with his brother) and George finally builts the courage to ask about his family. He finds out that Percy has a wife and two beautiful twin girls and that he is going great. But then, he starts taking about the Weasleys. George is prepare to hear awful things about them, but no. Percy is not saying nothing hurtful about them. In fact, it sounded like they were a great family. But then again, things take a turn and Percy, drunk because they were drinking at his house, opens up about the fight and George discovers much more.

How he felt ignore by everyone just for carrying the Weasley name, how he felt disconnected from them some one. It was too much to bare for George so he told who he actually was and Percy was astonished. He screams and begs for George to leave. He pushes him to the door but right before closing it George manage to speak and starts telling him all that has happened and that Fred is dying from cancer and that he needed his help.

That stops Perce for a second but then Audrey, his wife, asks him if everything is all right, and Percy gors back to himself and closed the door on Georges face.

George screams at his door and tells him that he knew that he was a coward all along. That he is selfish and a p*ssy and that he is ashamed to has a bastard as his brother.

A week goes by and George finds Percy at his door. He was about to close it but they start chatting and there is allt of frustration going on that lead to no where so Percy leaves again.

I don't know how it ends because like I said, I made this on the fucking spot as I showered and I'm trying to recall everything I was imagining. (I'm my head it was a beautiful animation with Die with a smile at the background) I didn't imagine a scene of Percy visiting Fred in secret and being caught by Charlie who was visiting to try to see if he was compatible (bc he couldn't do the test before) and Charlie decides that he is not gonna tell anyone and talk to Fred first.

I think that Fred should die at the end, to ass more salt to the wound so yeah. Hurt and no comfort, love that.

I want Fred to meet Percy's girls and be excited but passing away anyway. i want them to bond and then die or smt like that. Might write a fic about it.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

The Marauders Personalities in my version:

James: Sunshine type, a gentleman and the boys's mum but also very chaotic. He has ADHD so he doesn't stop moving or talking and if he is quiet one day, you need to worry. Neurodivergent beauty. The epiphany of extroversion. He is the show chown of the group, purposely making silly jokes and being goofy to make everyone laugh. Excellent at making friends. Good shoulder to cry on because he is super optimistic. He is an idealist and a romantic, most times on the clouds. He is very cocky but also has his insecurities. He is the type of person that has the spotlight everywhere he goes, he doesn't go unnoticed. People either love him or hate him. There is no in between.

Sirius: Grew up to be cocky and arrogant because his family made him that way. He is reckless but not all the time. Only when his emotions take rein. Extrovert but he doesn't speak as much. Especially if he doesn't like you. He can be very mean when he wants. He is the type of person that prefers to hurt than to be hurt. He hides a lot. There is a vulnerable side of him he doesn't show. He craves love and affection. He loves deeply and hard, or he doesn't love at all. It brings him joy to be the center of attention. (Especially when it is James doing it). He falls in love fast when people make him feel special. But he doesn't admit he is a romantic. He pretends to be a realist. Very insecure person that hides beneath a cocky good-looking guy. Feminine side that is hidden or unknown while he is in school, but as he grows older and stars accepting his queer self, he embraces that side of him.

Remus: A realist who has his feet stuck to the ground. He believes things are as they are and that's about it. Nothing to change. Introvert who appears to be shy to everyone but in reality is a little devil. Only the people who know him well had seen his true self. When someone he doesn't know well speaks to him, he is shy and gentle, he even blushes. But when he starts trusting and getting closer to someone, he would unleash his chaotic side: sarcasm is his middle name, swears like a sailor, mocks you about every single detail, knows things about taboo topics that would blow people's mind. He is not that experienced but he bad seen things or read things that would surprise people. He is very patient, especially with his boys (he loves them very dearly). He is not annoyed or stressed by them in any means. He feels grateful to be at Hogwarts and have friends like his and he does everything to cherish them. He is an adorable nerd who loves to read and uses large sweaters but also a bad boy who smokes, drinks and swears. Everytime he opens himself more to the ones around him, they like him even more. He is like a box full of surprises.

Peter: Different to common belief, he is not shy. He is an introvert but he definitely speaks more than Remus. Even though he is more shy and awkward around those who aren't his friends. Whereas with The Marauders he is the one the speaks the most, after James of course. He is genuinely funny. In an innocent way. He would just say something interesting and the boys would find it adorable or laugh at his silliness. He is treated like the baby of the group because he is the youngest. Sometimes Peter likes this affection, sometimes he wants to be taken seriously. And he is the one who loses his shit more than others. He is the one that yells and puts his friends in their places when they are being little shits. He rolls his eyes a lot. He shows his middle finger a lot. Like a younger brother, he tends to copy a lot of attitudes from James and sometimes Sirius. Like how to flirt with girls or sound confident. But he is the most insecure of the four. He doesn't think himself enough or very important. That is why he is not very good with girls or relationships. He wants that happily ever after with a girl even though he is also a horny little bastard. He sometimes thinks he is not loved which is bullshit because the boys love him a lot. He knows this. And he loves them back. He just wishes he would be different, someone else, more cool. People genuinely like him, it is just that his insecurity plays awful tricks on his brain sometimes.

Their dynamic: James is the chaotic hyperactive leader, Sirius is the reckless princess in distress, Remus is the nerd with a dubious past and a mind of a criminal, and Peter is the funny baby who tries not to be adorable but fails.

[juniperpyre]

two of the flaws i like to give james is that he's paternalistic and trusts the system. tw using political theory to talk about harry potter unironically

he def has a sense of superiority, but not in the way that he believes he's worth more than all other people—just those he hates. i mean, that's not a radical position. what did he ever do to you, it's more that he exists. that's viewing some people as ontologically evil, which, again, is not radical in a liberatory sort of way

james hated dark magic more than anything. but remus is a dark creature, but no, that doesn't count because he's categorized wrong. not because the binary of dark/light is wrong. he's still functioning within the current hegemonic philosophy

so. james operates within the current system, he just thinks it needs to change to be more inclusive, and he is a moral guide who sees through the lies. i love these flaws for james, bc they build on canon, explain why he trusts dumbledore to his death, and create tension with all of his closest friends. it's a realistic perspective for a teenager to have, too. i'm sure he would've grown out of it if he lived

[elleeeine]

“Can’t you just give me something good fr this one time? God I’m begging you, you’ve never let me have a great thing and the only good thing I had left, just this one time let me have something good” Regulus said at the ceiling of his room, he was on his knees there were tear falling through his eyes, he just wanted to have one good thing for some time but maybe that was too selfish he didn’t deserved it.

That day Regulus realized that maybe he was not enough to be helped, to be giving something good, and he has to accept that, at lest his brother didn’t have the same awful fate as his.

Next time he saw his brother and the only person who could light his days he couldn’t approach them, Regulus wouldn’t drag them with him, they deserved better and being with Regulus was cursing them to a horrendous fate and he couldn’t do that to the best people he knew.