#Remus’ cowardice for two

[wafflinglumos]

“Nothing in the maruaders fandom is canon, who even cares about canon-“

BONK

ME ME ME ME I DO!!! ME!

I am a canon COMPLIANT type of guy

[sorcave]

After spending some time thinking about Peter Pettigrew, I’ve realized there’s a huge disconnect between how he’s portrayed in canon and how the fandom—especially within Marauders fanon—handles him. Let me preface this by saying, I get it. The Marauders era is filled with beloved, tragic characters like Sirius, Remus, and James, who are all charismatic in their own ways. It’s easy to frame Peter as the villain, the weak link in the group, because, well, he is the one who betrays them. But I can’t help feeling like fanon’s interpretation of him has become deeply flawed and even unfair in its simplification of his character.

Peter Pettigrew, as written in the books, is actually a much more complex figure than the rat-betrayer caricature that fanon often makes him out to be. He’s not some mustache-twirling villain, nor is he just a pathetic hanger-on who was lucky to be in the Marauders’ circle. If you really pay attention to the way his character is written, he’s someone who’s constantly underestimated by the people around him, including the very friends he ends up betraying. He’s not powerful in the traditional sense, but his cunning is what allows him to survive the chaos of two wizarding wars. He’s not a mastermind, sure, but he’s resourceful in a way that deserves more recognition than he gets. Canonically, it’s clear that he isn’t just bumbling around until he stumbles into Voldemort’s arms—he’s making calculated choices, and we need to give those choices the weight they deserve.

This brings me to why I think fanon’s insistence on reducing Peter to a one-dimensional villain is so misguided. There's this huge trend in Marauders fandom where Peter is either villainized beyond recognition or, worse, completely written out of the story. He’s often replaced in fanon with a random “better” Marauder, or he’s ignored entirely, as if his betrayal somehow disqualifies him from being part of the story. And here’s the thing: canon compliance isn’t a crime! In fact, canon gives us a far more interesting story. The tragedy of Peter’s betrayal is that he was their friend—he shared their dorm, their secrets, and their history. His actions were not driven by some inherent evil but by fear, survival instincts, and yes, cowardice. It’s a much richer narrative than reducing him to a monster.

In the fandom, there’s often this hyperfocus on moral purity when it comes to the Marauders, especially when it comes to ships and rewriting dynamics. Peter, however, disrupts that neat narrative, so fanon tries to erase him to preserve the integrity of the fan-created relationships. But that oversimplifies everything. Why should we villainize people for sticking to canon when canon is, arguably, what makes the Marauders’ story so compelling in the first place? The fall of the Marauders—this group of young, talented, promising boys—hinges on Peter’s betrayal. You can't just ignore that without losing a fundamental piece of what makes their story so tragic. He’s not a random character you can swap out. He’s the pivot point.

Peter’s character also raises some interesting discussions about how we view heroism and villainy in fandom spaces. For instance, we’re often quick to forgive other characters—Sirius, for all his bravado, is reckless and cruel to people like Snape, but we don’t hold it against him in the same way. We empathize with his trauma, his tragic backstory. So why is it that Peter, who is also a product of his circumstances, is written off? He wasn’t born evil; he was shaped by the same war that shaped all of them, but his path led him to make different choices. There’s something so fascinating about exploring how someone who was once a friend could betray everything. It’s a conversation about human flaws, not just villainy.

And yes, in a world full of Marauders fan content, it’s fine to like your AUs or write your fix-its. But let’s not pretend that sticking to canon, and appreciating Peter for the complex character he is, is somehow less valid. The fandom would benefit from looking at Peter as more than just “the betrayer” and instead as someone who, like everyone else in the story, is a deeply flawed person whose mistakes have devastating consequences. That makes the story richer, more painful, and ultimately, more meaningful.

forgive me for the ramble but Im going insane with my term paper and my thesis, unfortunately I've been diving too deep into the marauders again

[fallen5t4r]

to anybody who believes that peter pettigrew was left out of the group during their time at hogwarts i have a freaking bone to pick with u

firstly that makes no sense, if he was already a sort of outcast from the group then it would’ve been clearer from the beginning that he would be more inclined to turn on them which as can be seen in canon didn’t happen, nobody suspected him, isn’t that telling. They were all friends just admit u don’t like his character instead of blaming lack of content with him on the argument that “he betrayed them later anyway” or “he was a death eater” then love barty evan and regulus.

secondly, you’re just simplifying his character down so much to the point he is so two-dimensional, a rock has a better storyline than him. You complain abt a lack of complex characters yet totally disregard his entire character and story which is so complex and realistic to how humans behave. You’re denying yourself so much content from hogwarts time and war time and the transitional period between the two.

Now what I believe is that peter was an definitely part of the marauders, no kid is born evil. He had to have been a decent person growing up if the secret of Remus’ lyncanthropy and becoming animagus’ were shared with him in the first place. That’s why his betrayal hurt so much. Could you imagine someone who throughout your childhood you considered a part of your found family someone you experienced the ups and downs of your teenage years with and then out of fear and cowardice and selfishness they betray you. I also believe that peter was either threatened with death or was under the imperious curse.

Ok that’s all thank you for listening to my ted talk

[brainrotarchive]

your mind! we know for sure that hagrid‘s hut is on the edge of the forbidden forest so maybe they didn‘t exclude it or more likely didn‘t include the inside because why would they. so you‘re absolutely right.

I don‘t think sirius was hiding off the grounds because there are dementors all around, aren‘t there? so maybe he spent his time on the edge of the forest or on other parts of the grounds that he knew weren‘t covered by the map. for all he knew the map could be in anyone‘s hands at this point and he had to be very careful.

for sure remus could be held back by cowardice. we know that any mention of the past, especially in front of harry, was extremely difficult for him. his reasons, as you put them, are understandable but it‘s still so sad and disappointing. because now remus is a part of a major struggle in harry‘s life which is constant inaction from adults around him. i think it was a big deal for remus to help harry with the patronus spell but at the end of the day - for all they all knew - sirius wanted to kill harry and remus had all the tools to help/protect him and he just didn‘t. instead he withheld information not only from authorities (who wouldn‘t have done shit, let‘s be honest) but also from harry and he took the map away from the kids and decided to do almost nothing with it.

hello i am here to talk more about Remus and the marauders map because it is INSANE to me how he somehow never checked it before the night of the shack despite knowing Sirius was literally on the grounds

heyy I just reread some parts of the book hoping to find an answer. And I'm so much more confused now.

I went back to check how much time passed between the night snape got the map and gave it to remus and the Night™ and it's been WEEKS. Like a whole school holiday and some useless quidditch side plot happened.

And in the shack Remus said this:

how does that make any sense? as if the day of the execution was the only time remus should've checked if harry was doing some stupid shit. has he met harry?? that boy is sneaking around all day everyday. and that's the first time he opens the map?? how?

I'm afraid this is a huge plot hole because there's no amount of trauma avoidance to make his behaviour make sense. the only possibility is that for some reason hagrid's hut isn't covered by the map and that's where peter has been hiding all this time. Remus says in the book: "Twenty minutes later you left hagrid (...). But you were now accompanied by somebody else." this heavily implies that remus couldn't see peter in the hut but doesn't at all explain where sirius was on the grounds and why remus didn't see him. In what world wouldn't he check if sirius was there. And we know for a fact that sirius was vibing on the grounds for weeks because harry saw him from his window with hermione's cat.

Anyways, I think remus totally had some doubts about sirius and that's why he didn't reveal his secret or gave dumbledore the marauders map (or he tried to distance himself from the past as much as possible?). and I also think that part of the plot doesn't make sense.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

okay but instead of muggle!aunt!reader that’s Lily’s little sister imagine wizard!uncle!reader that’s Jame’s little brother. him being the first to arrive at Godric’s Hollow but quickly Sirius Black arrives too. both are devastated until they see Peter but no words need to be spoken as the boys share a look and immediately attack the fucking rat. of course there isn’t a wizard in England that believes the reader would be capable of killing his big brother so Sirius is let off the hook as the blame of rightfully placed on Peter as it should have been in the first place. when the reader discovers Dumbledore intends to give Harry to the Dursley family, the reader pretty much goes “no” and basically steals him until McGonagall tells Dumbledore to let them be. so baby Harry could be raised in a flat in Diagon Ally or maybe a cottage in Hogsmead or even Lily’s childhood home on Spinner’s End as it seems like the one place they probably wouldn’t find either Potter boys.

maybe he’s born the same year as Regulus and the two become friends? maybe he’s a spy for the order that informs Sirius that Regulus isn’t so bad?? maybe he’s able to prevent Regulus from drowning after drinking the potion??? just imagine all of Sirius’ jokes about them being the ‘second generation’ of the Black/Potter duo.

Yesss!!!! I’ve often thought about doing something like a Wizard!Uncle!Reader with Harry. I mean we have Muggle!Aunt!Reader on Lily’s side, why not have a Wizard!Uncle!Reader on James’ side? It would be amazing! Especially for Harry.

I could see Wizard!Uncle!Reader never having really liked Peter Pettigrew. He just never really trusted the guy and certainly didn’t think that he belonged in his brother’s group of friends but James just went along with it so the Reader bit his tongue and went along with it too. But he would continue to keep his guard up when it came to Peter. Not that the Reader thought Peter was smart or cunning, just scummy and cowardice in his opinion.

I could see Sirius and Remus being pretty protective of James younger brother, more likely after James’ death especially if the Reader looked so much like him. I mean James was probably already pretty protective of his brother too but he also knew his brother could handle himself and would only involve himself behind the scenes or when he really needed too. Merlin help if Severus tried anything with the Reader, James wouldn’t hold back from kicking his ass. (Oh my glob, magine Severus having a crush on the Reader?!?!)

I wholeheartedly adore the idea of the Reader and Regulus being best friends. Like, I just imagine one of the times Sirius went to hangout at the Potter’s he dragged Regulus with him since he knew the Reader was the same age and basically forced a play date between the two. I wouldn’t put it past James and Sirius plotting to get their brothers to become the best of friends just like the two of them so that they could keep this Potter/Black tradition going, even if they had to force it on their brothers until they fell into it themselves. I also think it would fit so perfectly if the Reader ended up in Slytherin, not only to further the friendship between Regulus and him, but also to give Severus a heart attack every time he’s in the common room or in the boy’s dormitory given that the Reader most likely resembles James quite a bit.

I definitely see Regulus coming to the Reader about his plans to thwart the Dark Lord’s endeavors and him being all for sacrificing himself only for the Reader to be like “Nah, we’re not doing that.” The Reader is all for thwarting Voldemort but is adamant about putting more thought into it so that Regulus doesn’t have to lose his life over it. Of course he wouldn’t want to lose his best friend so he’ll do everything to make sure he comes out of it unscathed, or as unscathed as either of them can get.

When Harry’s born, the Reader would be such a devoted and doting uncle. He had Sirius definitely have scheduled babysitting days only for both of them to still pop up to take up baby Harry’s time and attention when it’s the other’s allotted time to spend with the baby. And whenever the Reader comes around he always drags Regulus with him. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to imagine the Reader persuading Regulus to move in with him after graduating Hogwarts hence why they’re always together. (Maybe they’re just really good bros or maybe they’re lovers, who knows? Why not be both?🤷🏻‍♀️)

When everything goes down, I could see James and Lily instead making the Reader their trusted secret keeper. He would keep their location under lock and key which would more then not lead to his brother and Lily’s lives being spared, along with Harry’s. If they still went with Peter as their secret keeper or he somehow knew where they were going to be and still went to Voldemort about, the Reader would be hunting down his ass. He would at the very least be able to save Sirius from being put away but he wouldn’t rest until he killed Peter Pettigrew himself or saw him dead with his own eyes.

Even if Lily and James were to still meet their demise, the Reader, Sirius, Remus and Regulus would definitely be taking in Harry and raising him how James and Lily would have wanted. The Reader and Sirius would be the main ones to fight to keep Harry with them and to keep him from going with the Dursley’s. They may be likely to allow for Harry to interact with the Dursley’s on occasion if Dumbledore is so adamant about Harry being involved with them (mainly Petunia) due to Lily’s sacrifice and trying to keep that protection over Harry alive and active. But the Reader and Sirius won’t allow the Dursley’s to be Harry’s sole legal guardians, a family he’s force to be stuck with.

I like to imagine that Sirius, Regulus, the Reader and Remus all reside at 12 Grimmauld Place. Best to make use out of it while they have it really., not to mention it would give Harry more space to grow and run around in. It’s also definitely a coping thing for them all to be living with each other, especially for Sirius and Remus to be so close to what it feels like to have their best friend alive and well again, by their side like old times. Although the place would definitely go through a complete decorative and atmospheric change to make it more of a warm and welcoming home for all of them, especially if Harry’s going to be raised there. Walburga’s portrait just gets booted into a room no one ever goes into except Kreacher. The Reader comes up with an idea of him, Sirius, Regulus and Remus making up their own new family tapestry to put up instead of the old Black one. They of course add Lily and James to it along with Harry, as well as the good and worthy family members from all of their respective sides.

Harry would grow up happy, healthy and so very loved. He’ll never be told anything but the truth regarding his parents, never left in the dark about anything retaining to him or his family and the events that took place. He’d be allowed to know whatever he wanted about magic and more. And of course quidditch! Not to mention all the birthday parties he would have and the friends he would be able to invite over, especially from Hogwarts. Harry would be free to do as he pleased really, not having to be kept secret or act as if he didn’t exist at all.

When he finally does get his Hogwarts letter he and all his uncles are over the moon. They all would take him to Diagon Alley for his things and some other bits and bobs, they may even invite Hagrid along too just so he can be a part of it given how attached he grew to baby Harry. Overall it’s a wonderful experience that the Reader, Sirius and Remus wish that James and Lily could have been a part of too but are more than happy that they got to be by Harry’s side instead of him having to be on his own.

Also, as much as Sirius likes to gloat that he’s Harry’s favorite, it is very much the Reader who Harry is attached to the most. Not that anyone can blame him given that the Reader looks and acts very similar to James. Harry himself may also feel closer to the Reader because he does resemble his late father so much that Harry correlates himself and the Reader as being father and son rather than uncle and nephew.

[soup-of-the-daisies]

remus and peter are both cowards, the only difference is that they chose opposite sides of the war (and one, ironically, had the balls to betray his friends)

oh I LOVE this idea so much. they’re still gryffindors and belong in gryffindor because they value bravery, not because they themselves already possess it. they want to be brave. they’re the two being shielded by james’ and sirius’ shadows: intrinsically part of the group (i don’t like teen marauders without peter), so loved and valued, but they’re hiding behind people bigger and better than them. remus, in contrast with peter, simply valued his loyalty over his life. remus would’ve died for sirius and james and peter. peter canonically refuses to die for them.

it’s SO delicious, anon. when peter finally chooses bravery it’s to protect himself, which is inherently cowardly as well. when remus finally (actively!) chooses bravery, it’s for love… for his family, for his son, for the future of the world. remus’ death replicates the deaths of james and sirius, by jumping into battle and fighting to the death for his loved ones; peter dies hesitating, strangled by his own hand—by the physical proof of his betrayal.

peter had the balls to betray his friends and try to save himself. remus had the balls to remain loyal until he died, brave in his cowardice. remus is the neville of the marauders here, not peter.

[hohohomelander]

omg pls help im seeing so much of fanon remus against my will even if i filter it out. WHY do people want him to be some 6'8 tall alpha casanova guy in the first place. its getting so bad that im lowkey starting to hate remus 🌚

yeah I'm actually starting to resent him because of it! which is really not fair because he is a good character. Way better then whatever cringe version his stans have made up. He is a very troubled man with loads of self loathing due to his condition. and one of the most spineless and cowardice gryffindors of the series because of it. the canon lupin is an interesting guy, but he would never work with canon sirius so they have to make up a whole bunch of bullshit in order to force those two together because god forbid sirius choose james over him. it is the sacred fanon law after all. but we have canon on our side dear friends! don't let these fools get ya down!

[illugremlins]

Rant about Peter Pettigrew and JK's Shit Writing

I hate how he is portrayed because, in my opinion, it just doesn't align with the backstory we have.

Let me preface, I am not a Golden Trio HP fan, but a Marauders fan. So, a lot of my takes and characterisations are heavily fanon-influenced, especially since a lot of the characters I write/read about we know very little of. To add, the characters we do see and interact with in the books are the grown, traumatised versions of themselves. Naturally, as adolescents, before the first war, Azkaban, the death of all their friends, the birth of their children, etcetera, they'd behave differently.

Onto Peter. Peter is one of the biggest cowards and lowlives in the HP universe. He's so heavily devoted to Voldemort despite being pissless-scared of him and doesn't hold a damn candlelight to nearly any of the characters in terms of bravery, strength, or the ability to hide his intentions and cowardice.

On that note, we're supposed to believe he managed to trick two of the smartest students at Hogwarts into changing him to Secret Keeper over Sirius or Remus, who we see as much more competent, brave, and intelligent as well as loyal? Really? That he'd managed to trick so many people into believing that Sirius betrayed them?

It would make more sense, then, to have Peter be a much more secretive, deceptive character. To be written with a backbone. (I read once that someone envisioned Peter to sort of be like Oliver from Saltburn. Mousy, quiet, but incredibly smart, sly, and manipulative.)

This is just one of my many gripes with JK Rowling's writing, though. If not for the nostalgia, or had I read Harry Potter at this age, I doubt I would've liked it as much. The world-building is poor, the characters' ambitions are screwed, and Harry, for some-fucking-reason, chooses to become a Wizard Cop despite all the atrocities he went through. He names his kid after SNAPE?! All because the man loved his mother? And then DUMBLEDORE?! Who is as awful, if not worse, of a villain than Voldemort.

It's a kid series, I understand, but I wish there were more consitencies with the characters.

Edit:

It's been so long since I read the series so I've been corrected. Again, I'm a Mauraders fan so I have a different perspective and analysis of the characters.

It was Sirius who made the decision to switch the Keeper to being Peter. Golden Trio fans see Peter as a character that just never resonated with the Marauders and used them as shields, but I find that narrative hard to believe simply because of where I am in the fandom.

I like how @fanfic-lover-girl explained it in their reblog.

I still don't like how he was written. I do think his appeal is in how weak he is, but I feel like that weakness only falls into cowardice. I think I'm also being hypercritical because I don't like JKR and the plot devices/holes.

Still agree with the sentiment of fuck JKR, though.

[lseazys]

I’m gonna say it. I don’t ship Wolfstar or Snupin.

... and I think both have layers worth of problems and are incredibly toxic and wouldn’t last past the initial ‘honey-moon’ phase. I probably should do two seperate posts talking about Snupin and Wolfstar separately, but honestly, I can’t be arsed into doing so.

And I probably should say this, before I start. I do not care if you ship Snupin or Wolfstar, I’m just explaining why I don’t.

First off, The only reason why, in my mind, Snupin could seem plausible is because compared to the other ‘marauders’ Lupin is less hostile towards Snape and in turn, Snape seems less hostile towards Lupin than the other marauders, who he openly attacks and berates. However, the fundamental aspect of their relationship that is forgotten, is that Snape is not some silly ol’ guy who’s petty enough to hold on to a 30 year old grudge, but a deeply destabilised victim of sexual abuse and a traumatic near death experience that was facilitated by the marauders.

However, Lupin repeatedly refers to Snape as a petty man, who had no reason to hold on to a ‘school boy grudge’ and consistently dismisses Snape’s trauma whilst also expecting Snape to validate his traumatic experience of being a werewolf. Both have a shocking lack of empathy towards the other and have no interest in trying to see things from each other’s perspective. Moreover, apart from both being soft-spoken characters, who often prefer to remain quiet, both of them have nothing much in common and their character’s clash with each other on a fundamental basis.

Snape hates cowards and regards it as the foulest of foul insults, which can be seen when he calls Sirius a coward after being aggravated consistently, how offended he seems in the GOF when Dumbledore implies that he would run off like Igor did when Voldemort was resurrected and through how violently Snape reacts when Harry calls him a coward after he kills Dumbledore. And Lupin, in all honesty, is a coward.

Whether you like him or not, he is undeniably a coward and this is proven through his inability to stand up for himself, his immediate departure from Hogwarts after being outed as a werewolf (It’s important to note that Lupin wasn’t fired, he quit because he didn’t want to face the scrutiny he believed he’d face from parents for being a werewolf) and moreover, what really seals his cowardice, is the fact that he immediately tries to escape when he realises that he has gotten his wife pregnant and he doesn’t want to take responsibility for a potential lycanthrope baby.

Listen, I’m not saying that Lupin is a bad character, but that he is a good character with flaws, one of which, is his cowardly nature. Now putting a person, who so intensely loathes cowards with someone, whose cardinal flaw is cowardice, I’d be surprised if both made it alive out of that room, forget a relationship or friendship.

Moreover, I think the appeal of both Snupin and Wolfstar is derived from the twilight fanbase and how big of a thing Jacob x Edward was in the early 2010’s (especially after Robert and Taylor kissed lmao) and many, not all, but Many fans, for the sole purpose of the nostalgic high, want to recreate the werewolf x vampire ship, both in Snupin, with Snape being portrayed as a depressed, dark and lonely vampire and in Wolfstar, with Sirius being portrayed as the wealthy, affluent and aristocratic vampire. Now, I’ve probably talked about Snupin, enough so now, I’ll talk about Wolfstar.

My main issue with this pairing is that the marauders fandom have completely weaved the marauders to tailor to their own amusement and while there is nothing really wrong with that, what I find odd is why choose Wolfstar of all ships for Sirius and Remus? I genuinely couldn’t think of two people, who have less chemistry in the books and in all honesty, if it weren��t for James, I don’t believe that Sirius and Remus would have even considered being friends, but the marauder fandom and culture portrays them as the OTP of all ships but that might be the point, though, because Wolfstar is so void, perhaps it’s easy to work with and mold because they aren’t held back by the shackles of Canon, hence why it’s such a good ship in Fanon. But the reason why so many people are convinced that Wolfstar, in canon, are soulmates is because of the fandom culture that portrays the marauders as having a better, almost idyllic friendship than they did in reality. The idea that the marauders have an idyllic friendship is disproven by Sirius, himself, on numerous occasions, who repeatedly states that he did not trust ‘Peter’ to safeguard the Potter’s secret but rather, thought less of Peter and believed that Voldemort would share his sentiment on Peter being too useless to safe guard the Potter’s secret, thus keeping the Potters safe.

Moreover, with little evidence, Sirius immediately assumed that Remus was the traitor, which implies that he simply doesn’t trust Lupin, and not only does he not trust Lupin but he also doesn’t respect Lupin and consistently overrides his boundaries for his own gratification. This is evident when Sirius advises Snape to go down the shrieking shack to a transformed Lupin, with the hopes that Lupin would maul Snape to death. He repeatedly uses Lupin as a tool of sorts to inflict harm on people he doesn’t like and completely overrides Lupin’s boundaries, and to anyone who doesn't understand why the wolf 'prank' was such a big deal on Lupin's behalf, I want you to close your eyes and imagine that a person, who was your friend and whom you respected and cherished, had a disease of sorts which caused them to have aggressive and violent episodes and they are so self concious about the disease that they begin to loathe themselves and see themselves as a vicious monster and are ostracized by society for there disease. Now enter you, imagine you know all about of this and use your friends episodes for your own enjoyment and once, despite your friend deliberately sheltering themselves during an episode and making it clear that they wanted to be left alone, you choose to trick an enemy of yours, who already has a prejudice against your friend, into going down there and manipulating your physically and emotionally vulnerable friend into almost murdering him. Now imagine how your friend must feel, the sheer humiliation, trauma and fear you put her through would be enough to end any friendship, the only reason why Remus didn't end the friendship was because he had such low self esteem and he feared that the marauders may use his secret as a way to get back at him if he let (which is an important lesson, don't share your blackmail worthy secrets with your friends, kids!)

The sheer audacity and heartlessness Sirius had to have used Remus's lycanthropy as a tool for his own gratification and to attack people who he hated, will forever make my blood boil. Why on earth would Lupin end up with someone who uses his insecurities and lycanthropy for his own benefit? and also, apart from the whole werewolf debacle and not trusting Lupin, the characters are fiction and any ship, regardless of how unrealistic it is can be shipped, if it is easy to explore and interpret. And for me, I find it difficult to explore Wolfstar because it’s just so…dry.

I just couldn’t conceive a world in which these two would end up together, as opposed to Snupin, which I still cannot conceive ending up together but at least they have enough depth and tension, which can be explored and used further to create an engaging dynamic, not a conceivable relationship but an engaging dynamic nonetheless.

Wolfstar, however, has neither of these qualities and are only together in Fanon, because the marauder fandom created two characters with undeniable chemistry and dubbed one of them as Sirius and the other as Remus, instead of working with the personality of the Canon characters

[bettyboopdarlin]

Manacled by SenLinYu has taken over my life. After reading it 3 times, I couldn’t get Draco’s perspective of Ch. 31 out of my head. This wrote itself, but would not even be in existence without JK Rowling or the brilliance of SenLinYu. I hope you enjoy. ***I OWN NOTHING

Draco’s POV Ch 31 of Manacled by SenLinYu (written with permission)

Tw-torture, gore, war scenes, language

With a crack, the Death Eater General apparated to a drab town in Surrey. The mark on his left arm twitched and recoiled as a slithering voice echoed in his mind, You will not fail me Draco. He sucked in a hiss, rolled his shoulders, and took in his surroundings. 

What had probably been a quaint, charming town was now a horrorscape (for those with weaker constitutions). As directed by the Death Eater General himself, this peaceful little town was now polluted with terror and anguish. Blood and gore paved the cobblestone paths. Buildings were being reduced to rubble as Death Eaters, werewolves, and vampires made themselves welcome into innocents’ homes. Depraved screams and bargaining cries were intermingled with the howls of wolves and screeches of hags. 

He coolly observed a muggle family being tortured by two Death Eaters. They took turns cursing the youngest, a child perhaps in primary school, with slicing and flesh-flaying hexes, forcing the parents to observe; obviously silenced and immobilised. The child was weeping, sobbing for the help of her parents. They watched her with despair and hopelessness, unable to comprehend the horrors being forced in front of their eyes. Pretty muggles and their pretty lives, completely ignorant to the war playing out over the last five years. 

Draco approached, robes billowing in the wind behind him. Mask in place, he drawled, “Oh get on with it already, there’s more work to be done.” He tsked his tongue and looked to the Death Eaters. Their eyes flashed, indignant, but once they realized it was him–their General–their anger diminished to cowardice. Their eyes widened and Draco recognized the two as Owler and Fenrin. Newer to the cause, desperate to earn their marks. He filed their terrified faces away for future reference. They were still paused, wands cocked, expressions frozen as they tried to respond. He waited, pushing away the feeling of the Muggles’ fear-filled eyes on him. 

“General Malfoy–sir. We was just– we was just having a bit of fun,” Owler stuttered. Fenrin nodded in agreement, apparently too intimidated to speak. 

Draco turned his full attention to the muggle family and spat out, “Two Death Eaters getting off on torturing one muggle girl? While your instructions were to wreak havoc and misery upon this town, I did not intend for your time to be wasted by this pitiful show.” 

He paused, sneering down at them. “I doubt the Dark Lord had this in mind as well.” If possible, even more fear shone in their eyes. Neither one dared speak. “How long have you been standing here while the hags and werewolves do the rest of the work for you?” 

Without giving them a chance to answer, Draco flung three consecutive Killing Curses at the Muggle family and didn’t watch as their bodies doubled over. “Get out of my sight,” his voice was like ice. 

They both nodded and rushed farther into the town. Draco paused, glanced at the dead Muggle family, closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. Chocolate eyes swam before him, and he quickly shoved the image to the deeper recesses of his mind. He was here and had a job to do. Mental walls in place, he sauntered through the town, sparing lives with killing curses as he went. He would not dwell on any of it. 

Ruthless. Unyielding. Unfailing. 

Once Order members began to turn up, magical activity heightened. Curses, hexes, stunners, and defensive magic filled the sky and streets. This attack was such an obvious trick, Draco had mildly wondered if the Order wouldn’t respond. Or at the very least, send in less essential members. When he observed Remus Lupin apparating himself and three muggles away from an approaching hag, he willed away the reflex to roll his eyes. Of course everyone was here. 

Well, not everyone. He couldn’t deny the tightness in his chest as he took in each person who dared come near him. No one with the same chocolate eyes, pinned plaits… He did his best to shove the feelings away and meet the contradicting requirements of his two sets of manacles.

Surreptitiously, he killed as many Muggles as he could; those stuck in endless loops of torture or with animals clawing their way through chest cavities. Muggles with a chance of surviving, he would Imperio them to a nearby Order member. Witnesses were killed immediately. Ruthless, cunning, driven to succeed. 

The skirmish intensified. Bodies littered the pavement. Some covered in boils, others torn to shreds, and more sliced beyond recognition. Draco vaguely recognized Order members with their eyes still open, staring lifelessly into the sky. As the fight drew closer to the center of town, Draco had to showcase his rank. With a flick of his wand, Killing Curses flew in all directions, hitting their marks, Muggles and Order members alike. He didn’t feel it. 

He countered any spell shot at him easily, barely registering it. The Order still had not improved on their offensive strategies, not that they had any to begin with. This was a bloodbath, and would be until they retreated or were captured. 

He came upon a standoff in the square, Death Eaters, hags, and werewolves closing in around a group of Order members. “Expelliarmus!” Of course it was Potter, and of course that meant Weasley was there, too. The Order’s dueling partners were too predictable, and pairing two essential members together was foolish and illuminated the naivete of the Order of the Phoenix, and their pathetic tactic to cling to Light Magic at all cost. More and more Death Eaters converged in the square, realizing the value of their targets. 

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a cold chill announced the arrival of Dementors. They descended upon those still clinging to life, Kissing them. The despair and terror was inescapable. Draco could feel the screams deep in his bones, but let no emotion escape his expression. 

Potter and his group must have been distracted by the arrival of the Dementors. Their shield faltered, and Draco heard a sharp screech fill the air. Someone was hit. A member cast a patronus, a lynx, and it climbed its way to the sky before erupting into light. One dementor shrieked and moved away, flying closely above the Death Eaters and hags. It was just the distraction the Order had needed, and Draco saw four members racing away, sending stunners and jelly-leg jinxes in their wake. He thought he could make out the scrawny form of Potter and his lanky counterpart, Weasley as they rushed away, but he couldn’t be sure. 

As Death Eater General, he shot a few curses near their retreating bodies and ordered recruits around him to find them. Once they mobilised, he struck the backs of several Death Eaters, werewolves, and vampires down. Ruthless. Unyielding. 

More Order members appeared, firing stunner after stunner at the Death Eaters. One of them, Finnigan, Draco recognized, went head to head with a vampire. Lunging at it quickly and sending stunners rapidly to its head. It dropped to the ground as he whirled around, aiming at the hag sneaking up behind him. There was much happening at once, bodies lunging and lurching, magic exploding and cracking in the fray. Draco had been in countless of these, his attention to detail was driven by habit rather than concern. He was minutely aware of the way the air stank of blood, dust, scorched flesh, and dark magic. He’d seen worse, endured worse.  Spell trails clouded the air, making it difficult to see all the specifics. Draco stood on the outskirts of the square, cursing remaining Muggles or Order Members without a prayer of survival. Taking note of all who attended the battle, trying to suppress the stiffness in his chest. Despite him being used to skirmishes and battlefield depravity, he found himself worried. He refused to let the feeling surface, and drove it away.

Crack. Draco heard someone apparate in the center of the square. As he turned to look, he felt his shield absorb a stunning spell. It came from a Resistance fighter, struggling to get away from a werewolf, as its claws dug into his back. Blood seeped from the child’s nose, into his gasping mouth. Tears and snot coated his face as he used his arms to crawl away. The boy held his wand in hand limply, and shot off another stunning curse toward Draco’s knees. Draco could see the child had accepted his death, and was hoping to stop just one Death Eater before his eyes closed forever. The boy began to scream as the werewolf descended upon him, teeth biting into his left shoulder. Draco held the boy’s eyes and muttered, “Avada kedavra,” shooting a green light to the middle of his forehead. The boy went immediately limp and was gone. The werewolf growled at Draco menacingly, rage glittering in its golden eyes. 

Draco lifted his mask to reveal himself, smirking at the wolf. Upon recognizing the General, the wolf gave an irritated bark and retreated, setting off after another target. 

A loud, guttural roar of anguish suddenly echoed from behind him. He set his eyes back to the square, where magical activity created a dusty haze over everything. He began walking toward the fray when his heart stopped. 

Chocolate eyes, pinned plaits. Sharp cheekbones, and a fiercely determined set of her mouth. She was here. 

How could she be here? 

His bones chilled. He could barely breathe.

She was clutching two bodies to her as four masked Death Eaters closed in around her. Dementors circled above where she stood.  

Draco was sprinting, deflecting spells and shoving bodies out of his way. NO! Every inch in his body seemed to scream.

A Death Eater raised their wand to her and muttered a curse. Green light hit her square in the chest, and she vanished. 

There was no air. She vanished and the world stopped. 

There was a deafening roar–his. He was hurling three killing curses to the Death Eaters, letting the one with his wand out turn and face him. A snarled Sectumsempra and bright red dripped from the Death Eater’s throat. The Death Eater’s eyes were shining with confusion and panic. They were scrambling, fighting to right their wand, and a wandless spell was fracturing all their fingers. One. By. One.

The Death Eater was doubling over, rasping in pain. He met their eyes, gave a cold smile, and struck them in the chest with a biting Engorgio. The Death Eater writhed in immeasurable pain as their heart grew steadily in size, splitting their ribs with an audible crack. They collapsed, chest rising and expanding as their body tried to pointlessly contain the vascular organ. As their lungs were crushed, their eyes began to bulge and their mouth was barely able to emit a low moan. Finally, the sternum splintered and the body erupted. Squelching blood and viscera burst from the chest cavity with a satisfying crunch.

She’s mine. 

Ruthless. Unfailing. Unyielding. Determined to succeed.

He slammed his occlumency walls back up and scoured the scene. All of his fury and panic quickly sheathed behind a crafted expression. He gave no attention to the mangled body beneath him. There was no sign of her. He hoped she had apparated to safety, but he had to be sure. He quickly legilimensed the minds around him, Order members and Death Eaters alike. So many of them did not have proper walls, it was too easy to glide in and out, searching for her in their memories. 

At least no one had their sights on her at this moment. He needed to get away, needed to know she was alright. Worry was growing within him, despite his efforts to shove all the feelings away. All he could see was her anguish as she absorbed the curse in her chest. 

There was screaming again, gut-wrenching wailing. Draco snapped his head up and closed his lips to ensure it wasn’t coming from him. He searched for the source–

“Time to go, NOW!” A voice shook with rage and authority. Hands darted from behind a disintegrating wall, shoving two figures away. Potter. Weasley. 

Something was wrong. 

Potter and Weasley were together, as usual, but Potter was pulling on Weasley. Holding him. Restraining him. The scream from before–it had been Weasley. He was still screaming, clawing away from Harry back to the pile of rubble. What had happened? Was it her? Panic in his chest threatened to breach as Draco ascended, ending the lives of Death Eater after Death Eater to reach them first. 

Almost to where Kingsley had shoved both Potter and Weasley, Draco had to sidestep a body as to not falter. Potter and Weasley were almost to the anti-apparation wards, despite Weasley’s clear objection to Harry pulling him away. Draco could see Potter’s desperation and exhaustion as he moved closer and closer to safety. He appeared to be injured as well. 

Draco frantically took in the scene. He didn’t see her. He didn’t see her.  He inhaled slowly. 

A witch, however, lay immobile some meters from him. Blood spurted from her chest and abdomen. Her blue eyes were unblinking, she was gone. Near her was a deceased Death Eater, who appeared to have been hexed and then beaten to death. Draco could guess what had happened, and couldn’t help but think to himself Impressive, Weasley. Wouldn’t have thought you had such ruthlessness. 

Potter and Weasley were about to apparate when Draco’s eye caught Kingsley Shacklebolt–wounded, wand out in warning against the converging enemies. Draco scanned the demolished room again. She wasn’t there. She wasn’t there. 

He wasn’t relieved yet. He weighed his options, noting the flood of Death Eaters moving in. There was not enough time. Draco took the strategist in; Shacklebolt was perspiring, heaving unsteadily. Black blood spurted from his left shoulder, down his robes. He did not lower his wand to Draco, but held it higher–a warning. 

Draco looked back, the Death Eaters were almost upon them. 

“Where is she,” Draco’s voice was a growl.

Kingsley panted and did not answer. 

“You know the conditions of my service. She is to be kept alive. She is mine.” Pure fire began to fill Draco with every spoken word, his rage blooming closer to the surface. “Yet you allowed her here. I saw.” 

Kingsley slumped down to the ground, propped by a pile of rubble. His wand arm remained steady as he continued to aim it toward Draco. Blood began sliding down his eyes, his nose. His gasps for air became more and more desperate. His right arm clutched his wound, and he angrily stared down Draco. 

Fucking Gryffindors. Draco’s disgust bubbled from his chest into his throat. He heard himself saying, “Pathetic. Do it then, kill me.” He paused, expression vicious. “You won’t. You can’t. Look at you. Look around you, your precious Order is losing. Potter is losing.” He stepped closer to Shacklebolt, and bent down to his ear. Softly, unable to stop himself, he murmured, “None of you deserve her.” Shacklebolt shut his eyes, but made no move to get up or curse Draco. 

Draco turned, dismissing the Order member. There was a beat, and Shacklebolt unexpectedly hissed in response, “And you do? You’re a liar. A murderer. Voldemort’s trained pet.” He spat, blood staining his lips. He sucked in a shaky breath. “She could do so much better than any of us.”

Draco’s vision bled red and he pointed his wand in between Shaklebolt’s eyes. They remained closed, and Shacklebolt did not react. The Killing Curse was on the tip of Draco’s tongue, but he hesitated. He heard her voice, “I will always care for them.” He stood, conflicted for a beat, wand pointed and ready.

The Death Eaters drew closer. Shacklebolt at last met Draco’s gaze. Eyes narrowed, Draco gave him a sharp nod. “Avada kadavra.” A cruel smile took shape on his face as Shacklebolt slumped back and did not move again. Draco lazily sent a spell to topple over the rest of the ruined home, burying Shaklebolt’s body beneath it. 

Draco magnified his voice to the oncoming Death Eaters and Dark Creatures. “Find them all.” Not her. 

The army obeyed, moving swiftly from building to building, ripping out Muggles that remained or the nearly-killed bodies of the Order. This raid, this cheap trick was a slaughter. The Dark Lord would be pleased. Fucking idiotic Gryffindors. So predictable. So pathetic. 

Too much time had passed since she was attacked. Did she get to the safe house? Was she being treated? Was she dying? Fury, rage, and self loathing consumed Draco. This is your fault, you were meant to protect her. You promised. You did this. He held back a scream and fortified his occlumency walls, shoving all the memories, all the thoughts away. He needed to return to the skirmish.

After a moment of cold clarity, an idea occurred to him. 

With his boot, he kicked away a shredded body and in a hard, quiet voice said, “Kreacher, come.”

The house elf appeared next to him in an instant. Draco’s eyes slid around the town, preparing to dodge any oncoming attack. He spoke quickly, “Find her. See if she’s alive. See if she’s injured.”

Kreacher snapped away and Draco moved into the town, kicking more bodies out of his way, leaving bloody boot marks in his wake. 

Kreacher arrived after a few minutes, “Potter’s Mudblood is hurt.” Draco was hexing and cursing everyone around him, rapidly, ruthlessly. He threw an extra shield charm over him and Kreacher, as well as a privacy charm.

“How badly,” Draco’s voice filled with icy rage. His curses shot out faster, harder.

“Kreacher is not knowing. Potter’s Mudblood is not speaking to Kreacher. Potter’s Mudblood is working in the infirmary, with other filth.”

An uncontrollable dancing jinx shot at Draco, and as to not lose his footing, he stepped on Kreacher’s toes. The elf yelped and caught his foot in his hands. Draco whirled around and blasted hexes and curses around him, each one hitting their mark. 

He muttered to Kreacher, “Go. Transport her to Malfoy Manor if she continues to work or her symptoms worsen.” As soon as he gave the order, he marginally regretted it. He felt his possessiveness clawing itself to the surface. His need for her to be safe, to be his, taking over his consciousness. He was so careful. Careful to curb those thoughts, the obsessive tendencies. He watched for years as Lucius went mad with Narcissa. Watched his controlling ways, how it fractured their family. How her death sent him spiraling and now was an uncontrollable animal, a force even the Dark Lord struggled to contain. No. He could not be this way. 

Ruthless, cunning, driven to succeed. He banished the ruinous thoughts from his mind, pausing the onslaught of his magic. He took in his surroundings. Ruined corpses, brain matter, and gore coated the ground around him. Bodies desecrated and dismembered, piled into heaps. It was done. He signaled the end of this battle–although hardly a battle, a mere carnage–and the Death Eaters and Dark Beings jeered, victorious. A roaring victory, the Dark Lord would be so pleased. 

He had to act fast. Draco had no telling how much time he had before he’d be summoned again. He quickly apparated to the Manor, strengthened the wards and quickly readied his bedroom. After carving runes into the floor, a door opened, revealing the same mini-infirmary he had left for her in Whitecroft. He quickly took out dozens of potions, serums, and pastes. He summoned two healers to arrive within minutes. He was running out of time. Ruthless, cunning, driven to succeed. 

There was a crack and Draco felt her enter the room. She was screaming in pain and pitched forward. He caught her by the shoulders instantly and whispered, “Stupefy.”

[argentaur]

Prompt: Potion

Remus had thought a lot about this recently. There were not a lot of redeeming qualities in his life, not for a long while now. At one point, he might have believed in the goodness in his possession and a future ahead of him, but life had a way of spitting in his face.

He’d been fighting the good fight. And then Halloween happened. And ever since there’d been a lot of regrets in his life.

Seeing Sirius in his unkempt state in the Shack had been his greatest salvation as well as his greatest shame. He felt, he should have done better. He should have been better. And though he will never regret Sirius’ escape and staying loyal to their shared secret, he cannot deny the shame and wrong in keeping secret about Sirius’ ability, not when he’d honestly thought him a murderer and traitor at the time. It had been wrong, as seemed the trend with Remus in his unreliable conduct and cowardice.  

They hadn’t talked much ever since. He wished they had, he was disappointed they hadn’t. Silence seemed to be the only tether between them, and with every passing day and every whisper of a looming threat, they felt more and more like strangers and coworkers. They weren’t supposed to be this way. The words refused to leave his throat, and the tongue that would have been so quick to lash at a traitor now laid numb and heavy in his mouth.  

Sirius as he remembered him should be chatting in his ear, and if not that, he’d at least want to care for him, to ease his pain and suffering of over a decade and still continuing, the same way Sirius had always done for him. But there seemed to be steel bars separating them.

Remus didn’t remember how to talk to Sirius. Didn’t know how he ever had that easy flow and easy exchange with a boy, a wizard, a man like him. There were too many words and no words at all to address everything between the two of them.

He wanted to stand up for him in a way nobody in the Order seemed to think he needed or deserved. He should stand up for him, the way he neglected to do all those years ago. He felt restless and lacking, not enough and wanting more. He should be doing more. For him. For them.

He grieved the years they had lost, the years in separation, aching and loveless. And his spirits kept sinking with every day they continued to waste in keeping silence between them.

Yes, he’d thought a lot about this, and that they should stop avoiding the adult conversation they needed to have, that they deserved to have. He wanted Sirius to stop acting like there was nothing to talk about, nothing he could talk about. Not when it came to Remus. Like they were strangers. Like it didn’t matter. Like there was nothing in the future for them. Most of all, he yearned for open communication so that they could eliminate any possible misunderstanding between them. Because this was something he wanted to pursue. He refused to let what they had wither in their hands, not when he just got him back.

Remus should have considered the fact that he had always been rather mediocre at potions. He should have considered the fact that he had scarce ingredients, and that the few he deemed alright enough to pick right out of the stores of dilapidated Grimmauld Place would be of questionable quality. He should have considered the fact that it had been a decade since he last made this potion himself and that he might have been a bit hazy about the exact measurements. He didn’t think it’d affect the result at all.

It was supposed to be a simple thing to perk him up, courage potion they called it, frequently used in their mischief, in dares and parties. It made him nostalgic about their past joy, and it really was supposed to be a simple mixture with little mistakes to be made; they might have been young and daring but they weren’t fool enough to mess around with potions of all things. It was a fun, innocuous liquid that would lift his spirits and let him brave the next challenge, not strong enough to tip him into brash impulsivity. It was a party trick, really.

He had been a bit too eager, he thought.

Which was how he ended at the Order meeting, turning words and things he wanted to bring up to Sirius in his head. Again, there wasn’t much to be shared and Sirius chafed at yet another fruitless session, at yet another reminder for him to stay, be quiet, be less.

He wished he could grant him freedom, he wished he could give him more, do more, make it hurt less. But there was little he could do about the Order and their work, and he didn’t have the authority to release him from his shackles. Which was why he was all the more eager to at least fix the thing between them, that even if the world fell apart around them in the coming war that they might have each other.

Which was how, after gulping down a dose of courage potion with his tea he deemed not too little and probably just enough to overcome his cowardly heart that would rather yearn and pine than confront his love, he jumped to his feet and asked, “will you come to bed with me, Sirius?” before Dumbledore even finished calling the end of the meeting.

@wolfstarmicrofic (941 words)

[hermiones-amortentia]

OK so I'm kinda mad and your good on this topic so I'm gonna yell a bit.

Instagram has figured out that I like Harry Potter. But has completely misinterpreted why I mean by that.

I also follow a lot of art pages so I'll see a picture of a women with brown hair and a man with white hair and I'll think- oh some random ship with Cherceters I've never seen before.

IT IS NEVER SOME RANDOM CHERCETERS, ITS ALWAYS DRAMIONE!

and I thought I would be able to tell, becuse I know what Draco looks like, and I know what Hermione looks like-BUT NOOOOO

The Dramione shippers have completely basterdiesed what Hermione looks like and I hate it.

SHE HAS CURLS, MESSY CURLS AND IS A HUMAN BEING.

Does this make you mad too or is it just me. There are so meany reasons to be mad at dramione shippers but this one is very pressing to me.

There is no 'Dramione'. Women fantasize about dating a rich blonde man who lives in a mansion, find Malfoy attractive for whatever reason(I will never understand even 1% appeal of that character. He is the most undesirable man in harry potter in my eyes next to Greyback and wormtail. But again cowardice and selfishness are my biggest turn offs and he is the embodiment of those two) then self insert as Hermione to live that fantasy through her. They are two OCs bearing canon names in fanon just like the marauders. Sirius Remus Regulus are different OCs with canon names. Be it fanart or fanfic they are same. Completely different characters from canon.

Tiktok made these OCs even more popular. Most of those stuff you see on insta come from tiktok. Most of them haven't even touched harry potter books. They know about hp via fanfics lol

[roalinda]

Contribution to @prongsfoot-microfic

May 1st : Portrait

A/N: Tonight I am salty about Remus' lack of bravery and Peter's betrayal thus this. Also mentally unstable James, my beloved.

***

He had many names.

They called him the wizard, the stargazer, the fool. They pointed at him and giggled, gossiped behind his back as his shadow lingered through the void, dazed and numb, nothing but a stray ghost who wandered around barefoot and cold, just a white entity.

They called him possessed, a predator in disguise, a monster. They never looked into his eyes, the eyes that were eerily serene and beautiful. He had the eyes of a daydreamer, a forlorn soul lost in nowhere.

He had many names. 

But no matter what he was called, he was always the infamous mad painter, the insane murderer of Godric's Hollow. He was the one who had slashed his friends' throats mercilessly, feasting on their flesh gleefully, leaving them to rot for days.

"Are the tales true? Has this boy killed his friends?"

"Yes. No one knows what really had happened that night. All we know is that he had snapped after recieving the news of his lover's death and had killed two of his friends in cold blood the morning after, stabbings their corpses numerously, until they fell apart." 

"That's horrible!" 

"That is not even half of it! It had been a bloodbath. He had splashed their blood on the wall, painting a huge dog with their blood! A dog surrounded by the stars. They say it looked like the Grim!"

"But he looks so sweet and innocent." 

"The innocent ones are the most dangerous."

He had many names. 

The forgotten one was James Potter. 

James Potter, the mad painter of Godric's Hollow who had murdered Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin with no remorse, for their betrayal and cowardice had taken away his brightest star. 

He was James Potter, Sirius Black's maniac lover. 

[poetryandbloods-blog]

Remus Lupin (1960 - 1998)

Peter Pettigrew (1959 - 1998)

Two cowards in different ways. I don't like Peter (for obvious reasons), but I don't like Remus either, to me he's as cowardly as Peter responds in his own way. he hides behind his condition to make decisions.

He never stops his friends even though he's a prefect, he doesn't go after Sirius to make sure he was really a traitor, he never looks for Harry to find out how he was, and even when he meets him he doesn't have the courage to immediately tell James who he was, because end abandons a pregnant wife in the middle of war. His condition is indeed difficult, but it is not sufficient justification to explain his cowardice, especially when the canon itself shows that he always had his family and friends by his side.

I hate wolfstar for many of the reasons I listed above. They would be a shitty couple if they were real. And many who love this ship seem to partially agree with this, because to make them work they change Sirius' personality, who is described as this merciless young man, who doesn't think much before acting and make him a weak guy, who needs help. protection from an alpha wolf (something Remus never was), the current fanarts are there to corroborate this, making Sirius almost a delicate girl (what the hell was the hot guy on a motorbike?).

For me Sirius has always been closer to James than the other two marauders, even though the four of them are friends, but if I had to imagine Sirius in a relationship with one of the marauders it would be with James (I also always got bisexual vibes from the four marauders) maybe Sirius , Lily and James formed a threesome?

And to conclude my personal analysis of Remus, I also don't believe that his relationship with Nymphadora would work in the long term, Remus would need to grow up and stop hiding for that, something he has never demonstrated being able to do in canon.

[what-a-weird-rose]

Dorlene: The Things I Get Caught Doing (Always with You)

Pairing: Dorcas Meadowes / Marlene McKinnon

Rating: E

Prompt: Caught

Word Count: 1382

Marlene pulls her school-mandated skirt up over her knees. Mornings are difficult for various reasons, least of all her hatred of the dress code. She scans the dorm again before snatching her bag off the floor and turning to book it for class.

Tick. Tick.

Marlene halts in her tracks- turning quickly to look at the small window in the dorm. A small owl sits on the sil, looking sadly in as if to guilt her into letting the pitiful thing in; she considers going on her way. Marlene considers until she spots the dark purple seal on the letter and realizes that the damned bird is as shady as its owner.

Dorcas’ family seal is of some fancy, rich-person flower that only blooms once every million years -or something like that- and she always uses thick indigo wax, like the pretentious know-it-all she is. Marlene loves how the seel rips from the paper and falls into her drawer with all the other purple flower wax seals. She revels in how the small owl plucks sad little rat ears -she loved watching Peter watch her as she bought them- to gobble at as she absorbed the letter. A letter that really failed to provide much of anything.

'Shades of red look nice on you; Every night, I feel only blue. I recall my cowardice, If only I was willing- If only I were brave, To look you in the face And tell you what you’ve made. A mess of me, A fool for you You don’t even know As you pass me in the hall. Someone'

Marlene reads each word individually, together, and not at all as she watches the letters drift apart and reemerge.

'A package will arrive for you soon; it shouldn’t interrupt any meals, but if it does, you might want to take it somewhere private before opening it. Dorcas P.S. Did you like my poem? Regulus has gotten into poetry but says I lack finesse- I just like my message to get across quickly.'

Marlene giggles, then sighs and turns to the owl that seems to be getting antsy.

“Does she want a reply?” Marlene asks, already knowing the answer.

The owl takes off through the open window, hooting smugly- she notices her treat pouch has been ransacked.

“Who’s owl are you anyway?” She yells back, kicking the pouch under her bed as she runs for Charms- ten minutes is enough to learn, yeah?

Charms comes and go, and Marlene receives a detention with Flitwick and Sirius -who did Merlin knows what to get on Flitwick’s nerves.

Marlene gets through potions with little incident, although it likely helps that she actively ignores the instruction portion of the lesson in favor of learning through trial and error. She explodes two and a half cauldrons before she is made to sit in the back.

Then, at 12 o’clock on the dot, as she gets settled in her seat on the long Gryffindor bench, a large eagle owl swoops down from the heavens with a package barely larger than her hand.

Both Sirius and James shoot up from their spots on the bench. Marlene made to shove the box into her bra before realizing they had two fat bags of -likely- sweet they were off to deliver to Remus in the hospital wing like reverse Halloween. She relaxes just barely until she turns her head to stare into the all-knowing eyes of Lily Evans -the same Lily Evans that haunts her nightmares.

Lily stares at her openly and with severe disappointment as if she knows what is in the mystery box.

“Whatcha got there Mar?” Mary asks airily, stabbing her fork in the general direction of food.

“Ah, just a little thing, y’know,” she says anxiously, scooting over slightly to make a quick escape if necessary. “Something my, uh, my mum sent over, yeah?”

Mary looks up and nods, though her eyes squint questioningly, “sure,” she says soundly, thoroughly unconvinced.

“Okay. . . bye.” Marlene makes a mad dash out of the Great Hall and toward the nearest bathroom, slipping in as subtlely as Marlene McKinnon has ever been capable of.

The little device slips out of its case and into her hand easily- falling onto the palm of Marlene’s open hand with very little fanfare. It’s small, barely bigger than her middle finger, though a bit thicker; it’s solid and curved just slightly as if mimicking a crooked finger. Also within the box is a small slip of parchment.

'Tap twice with your wand. Meet me in the room.'

Marlene does so, almost expecting the thing to transport her itself. Instead, the little device gives a short buzz and then vibrates viciously, shaking with vigor in her open hand. She grasps the box again and reads closely as the words fun, bedroom, and excitement show up, and -she really shouldn’t be surprised at this point- Dorcas has sent her a vibrator.

Holy fuck.

Marlene shakes her head, turns around, locks the door with two locking charms, and laughs maniacly- in that order.

Well, what’s the worst that could happen? Marlene thinks to herself, already coaxing the little thing to her hole.

Apparently, it is very hard to focus on classes when you have a vibrator in your cunt- who would’ve thought?

It buzzes and hits the right spot at every opportunity, leaving no chance to reprieve. Marlene got to the point of stuffing her hand into her mouth to stifle a small amount of the noise- it’s not enough to keep those in her immediate radius oblivious.

She flips off three different people before classes are out.

Eventually, though, the day finishes and Marlene wanders many stairs to the old abandoned classroom she and Dorcas used.

The place is as stuffy as usual, but something is comforting about the familiar way the air stands stagnant- as if it is stuck in time, unaffected by the changes around it.

She takes a step and feels the vibrator run directly across her clit.

Her voice feels insanely hoarse as she cums, legs trembling beneath her.

Marlene rolls her eyes, looks at the door, and decides that Dorcas should be early if she wants in on the good stuff.

The vibrator works overtime stimulating her clit while being pumped in and out of her cunt at unnatural speeds. Marlene spits down in between her legs, using the momentum to press the device just slightly more into her clit before pulling off entirely.

Her high settles angrily, leaving her literally on the edge of orgasm.

Marlene hears something faintly in the background, but as she relaxes the device back on her clit, the sound becomes irrelevant.

“Ahem.” She hears as she pulls the vibrator off her clit for the fourth time. Marlene looks over quickly to the door and watches as Dorcas walks gracefully from where she is standing to where Marlene lies spread on the old professor’s desk. “Having fun?”

“Yes.” Marlene answers truthfully, resisting the urge to continue on her little game.

“Continue, then.” Dorcas says shortly, brushing her fingernails down Marlene’s forearm. “I told you last time I get you a good orgasm, and here we are.” She lowers herself to whisper in Marlene’s ear, “You oughta cum good for me.”

Marlene shoves the vibrator against her clit, using the longer side to pump into her cunt.

Over and over and over and over, she pumps into herself as Dorcas stands beside her, whispering words of encouragement while -not so- subtly rubbing herself.

“Fuck.” Marlene says as her high almost topples over; Dorcas brushes her hair back and leans in to kiss her lips.

“Next time, cum.”

Marlene nods, feeling quite satisfied as Dorcas makes work of sucking on her neck.

The device sits nicely in her cunt and stays well enough, angled to viciously rub her clit while her hands caress Dorcas’ face.

Dorcas reaches a hand down as Marlene lifts off the desk to attack her next and lays a flat hand on the vibrator, pushing it right up and into Marlene’s overstimulated clit and-

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Her legs shake aggressively as she rides the orgasm that pulls her in and out of consciousness.

“Did you?”

“Not about me, idiot.”

“You did, didn’t you?”

“Obviously I did.”

[nobodyssoldier]

i. a web weaving

ii. digging deeper

name: peter pettigrew

age: 25

former house: gryffindor

blood status: pureblood

face claim: jacob batalon (ask for alternatives)

allegiance: the wraiths

gender & pronouns: utp

you were not a quiet child. your quiet came later. you learned it in the way your mother turned a blind eye to your father — in the way his words seemed to pass over her like the unrealised threat of a storm. sometimes, darling, there are fights we cannot win. she pinched your cheeks and smiled her sad smile, and you took her words and held them close against your heart. not weakness, nor cowardice, but strength in silence. strength of will.

and when the brim of the hat touched your head, it saw that same strength and called it ' courage '. bravery isn't always for the bold or the daring. sometimes, it's for the patient. shades of grey and half-truths. a soft smile under a cacophony of wild laughter. they were your brothers, but you would not lay down your life for them. you would not set yourself on fire to keep them warm.

your mother taught you that lesson, too.

survivor kind. your life has been a study in animal fear — the will to live, no matter the cost. they say you are a coward, but you say you are a slave to instinct; to the impulse to flinch from the fire, and to the last second when your head slips beneath the surface, when you'd claw friend or foe aside for a single gasp of air. but there's no safety for you now. the skies gave split at last and one way or another, you will weather the storm.

iii. connection

one. JAN POLAT, SIRIUS BLACK & REMUS LUPIN , best friends turned enemies — oh my brother, my brother, my brother, who have you become in the wake of all that's happened here? [ ... ] he felt his arms around him (a fight, was it, or a brotherly embrace? either way, it suffocated.)

two. LILA EVREN, MARLENE MCKINNON, MARY MACDONALD & DORCAS MEADOWES , former friends — someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.

three. EVAN ROSIER & BARTY CROUCH JR , budding friendships — you horrify me. but at the same time, i horrify myself. we are horrible.