#Sirius & Diana

[diana-rose-25]

★*☆ Eugh, As If

pairing/s: Sirius Black x Evans! Reader

warnings: Severus Snape.

description: The younger sister of Lily Evans takes revenge for her when slimy old Snape betrays her and calls her a mudblood. Sirius wants to marry her now.

status: unedited

word count: 5.2k

Note: I word vomitted.

“You think Potter will ever stop with his shenanigans in getting Lily to fall in love with him?”

Dorcas leans back while biting on the toast to look at the entrance of the dining hall, watching Potter try to stand tall and cool in front of the woman he fancies, and failing miserably.

It’s no secret that James Potter is one of the most sought out bachelor in the school, maybe even the Wizarding World, and he fucking knows it. When one is constantly praised for everything he does, have the ground he walks on practically worship, a star player in Quiddich, comes from a prominent family, insanely wealthy, and, there is no denying it, a handsome lad; one while develop a massive ego.

James Potter knows he is the shit. He is not only gifted in the athletic aspect, he can also hold himself well in the academic aspect.

Strutting around the school like a peacock, as if he runs the school, and maybe he looks like it from the swooning glances he gets from the ladies and the envious looks from the guys. With his charming smile, messy hair that compliments his features, and laid back attitude, James Potter can attract anyone and everyone.

Well, anyone but the one he wants.

Dorcas and Marlene sighs at the sad, and almost pathetic efforts to woo their friend. While James is trying his best to appear cool and composed, they know the young man well enough that his palms is sweating by the way he brushes them in his trousers, his stance is somewhat off by the ways he’s constantly shifting his weight from side to side, the way he constantly brushes his hair back, and if they squint closely, they can see how the corners of his lips are shaking in his smile.

Meanwhile, Lily Evans could care less. Despite her look being indifferent and the way she nods her head from time to time, she has this far away look in her eyes. Dorcas and Marlene shares a concerned look, if the rumors are true, then that event from yesterday and last night are the cause of it.

Lily then made an excuse from the looks of it before walking away towards them and James looking surprised. It’s the first time that Lily actually made a civil excuse to get away from his attempt at making a conversation rather than cussing him out and walking away.

Dorcas hummed, tearing away her look once she sees Lily walking towards their seat to look at Marlene. “You think she knows?”

“Only way to find out is when she walks through that door,” Marlene replies before sipping on her tea. As if she’s summoned, (Y/N) walks into the dining hall right after Lily takes her seat beside Dorcas who rubs a hand on her back comfortingly.

“Oooh, she definitely knows something,” Marlene smirks in her cup.

Lily and (Y/N) couldn’t be any more different from each other despite being twins, well, fraternal twins. Although the twins share those deep, forest green eyes, and a few quirks and mannerisms, everything else couldn’t be anymore different.

Lily is known for her famous, shiny, flaming red locks with a matching extroverted fiery personality, a beautiful stars of prominent freckles painted all over her face and body, always with her big group of female friends wherever she goes and is academically competitive. An overachiever honor student. Hence, joining a few orgs that catches her interest to broaden her horizon in the Wizarding World. Lily Evans is unafraid to speak what’s on her mind and call people out on their bullshit, earning her the title of the Gryffindor Princess.

Unlike her older sister, (Y/N)’s hair does not command the attention of the room upon entering. Although it’s still beautiful on its own way, being pitch black even when the sun hits her hair. She also sports freckles on her face, not as noticeable and its only littered around her nose, cheeks, and a little on the chin. (Y/N) mostly keeps to herself but enjoys the company of her two friends, Pandora and Elisia. She’s not as intense in academics, but still impressive as she only falls right behind her sister, being number 2 in their whole year. (Y/N) is more mellow compared to her sister, though still sporting that fiery temper but is rarely shown and more controlled. That doesn’t mean she can’t show her blatant dislike for her someone, her face says everything without uttering a single word.

The two sisters couldn’t be any more different physical and personality wise, yet are the most desirable bachelorette in the castle to both muggle born and purebloods (they will never admit it publicly other than a few friends).

You would think that between the two of them, Lily is the most terrifying. But if you ask Lily Evans herself, she would only smile at you and say: “you have no idea.”

James instinctively raised his arms and swiftly moves aside before (Y/N) crashes to him by the way she walks. The woman usually sports her rbf (resting bitch face) which is often mistaken as annoyed or indifferent, but her face is now devoid of any emotion. Like suppressing a fire beneath the exterior. The only evident clue about her burning rage is her body language, the frown on her lips, and her clenched jaw. None of her admirers dares to approach or even bother her once she sits down beside Pandora on the Ravenclaw table.

“Isn’t she a part of the dueling org? And she’s with you, right?” Marlene nods at Dorcas’ question. “And there is a compulsory meeting this afternoon to welcome new comers?”

“Who are you talking about?” Lily asks with a bit of her toast, getting her answer when Marlene nods her head towards her twins’ direction.

“Yeah, there is, what about it?”

Dorcas shrugs her shoulders, sneaking a glance towards Ravenclaw’s way. Noting the way (Y/N) had a fist resting on her cheek with her elbow propped on the table, blowing on her coffee before taking a sip, face still visibly annoyed.

“Can non members watch later?”

~~~

“Think Snivellus’ll show up his face today?” Sirius jumps towards James’ back, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as they walk towards the Dueling Org’s room.

James scoffs, “better not or its on sight.”

The pair followed the clump of first year students who are taking their time ogling at the wide infrastructure of the room. The walls are lined with ceiling to floor windows, craved with different magical creatures ranging from the tiny fairies to the huge dragons seemingly soaring through the sky. In the middle of the room, four pairs of tables are assembled together to create a stage where practice spells are demonstrated and duels will commence.

Students are idly chatting around the tables, the first years almost bouncing around excitedly from the front whilst the older years can feel their nerves shake from the building adrenaline the more they wait. Having the compulsory meeting as a welcome to new new members means having the chance to be picked in a duel demonstration.

Professor Flitwick and Professor Slughorn stands on the make believe stage of the room, talking amongst themselves and another student. Sirius Black smirks upon seeing her figure from beside the professors, taking notes in whatever they are talking about. Sirius taps James’ chest to direct his attention towards (Y/N). The two of them share a knowing smirk before walking towards where she is.

(Y/N) had barely touch a foot down to the ground when she hears the annoying voice of a certain, older Black.

“How is my favorite Evans doing today?”

She could feel a headache forming earlier today, it turns worse when she saw the infuriating grins by what she calls the Dumb and Dumber Duo. There in front of her stands James Potter and Sirius Black, shoulder to shoulder with arms crossed against their chests, a playful gleam in their eyes as they peer down at her.

She sighs and rolls their eyes at them, before turning her back against them and looking through the notes she just made. “What do you idiots want now?”

“Can’t I just approach my favorite sister-in-law for no reason?” James playfully pouts, approaching her side and wrapping an arm around her which earned him a hard shove against his chest that has him wheezing on impact.

“Eugh. As if.”

“Oh come on now, Sweetie Pie,” (Y/N)’s face scrunches up in disgust when she feels a breath on the other side of her face and her hair getting twirled around a finger. Sirius shot her a playful wink and smile when she slaps his hand away and takes two steps back, his proximity is too close to her liking.

“Didn’t I already tell you not to call me that?” Sirius tilts his head in confusion, smile still on his face, “did you?”

“Yes, I did you mongrel,” (Y/N) says with a roll of her eyes. “I’ve told you countless of times already.”

“Really?” The tall man mocks, placing his pointer finger and thumb on his chin and looks up, painting himself to be thinking of a deep thought.

“Hm, I don’t remember. Mate, you remember anything about (Y/N) Evans telling me to stop calling her Sweetie Pie, Honeybunch, Sugar Pie, Light of my Life, Apple of my Eye, Baby Babe, and Darling Princess?”

(Y/N)’s eye and fingers twitches at the sheer audacity of the man in front of her, her grip on her pen tightening to the verge of snapping when James skips to Sirius’ side with a faux, innocent wide eyes.

“Really? She said that? When?”

James mirrors Sirius’ pose, the duo somehow forming an innocent aura around the two of them. To the first years, it seems like two men deep in their thoughts, to those who knows better, the two idiotic duo are up to something again.

(Y/N) is one of the people who knows better. Yet before she can conjure up her wand to send a stinging spell their way. Professor Slughorn calls everybody’s attention to the front to start the introduction.

Sirius stuck himself to her side whilst James positions himself to his other side, hoping to catch a glimpse of Severus and send a certain finger his way.

The other first years and new members flocked themselves to the front, squeezing themselves together as much as they can to listen eagerly and get the best view. Unknowingly shoving the three sixth years together until their shoulders press together.

It might be a sharp quill or paper, but something stung (Y/N) on her arm causing her to let out a low hiss and instinctively pull it away, all without looking at the perpetuator.

Sirius looks down at her, brows furrowing when he catches her pull her arm away and the eager first years once again pushing themselves and crowding the front row.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He calls out loudly, taking (Y/N)’s shoulder and pushing her against his side whilst he holds the other arm out towards the first years. The small crowd looks at him with slight fear in their eyes at the strict tone of his voice and freezes in their feet.

“Stop pushing guys,” he reprimands. “I assure you all will see and hear everything, but let’s avoid an accident by not pushing and let’s make some space, yeah?”

Sirius shoots them a charming smile as he uses his hand to motion a push to create some space. As if activating his Black Charm, the girls swooned at his strong and charming appeal and immediately listened to him, taking a few steps back while keeping their eyes at him. Emitting girlish giggles while the boys scoffs and turns their heads away, still following them nonetheless.

(Y/N)’s eyes widens at how effective and fast Sirius can make the crowd listen to him, she almost finds it admirable. She gently pushes herself away from him and looks up at him with an impressed look.

“Thanks,” she says before looking at the front again. “Not bad, Black.”

Stunned, Sirius’ eyes widens at her acknowledgement of him. She rarely, or him ever, compliments him on anything. Although he had never done anything worth complimenting before. He made a happy sound at her, eyes almost disappearing at how large grin makes its way in his face. There’s a bounce in his step when he turns his direction to Professor Slughorn again. This time, he stands more taller with his posture straight and chin tilted upwards, a small, proud smile still on his face.

James looks at his mate with a playful scoff before shaking his head, finding the situation all too amusing. Unaware that he acts a lot more worse with Lily, and she doesn’t even acknowledge his presence most of the time other than calling him out on his bullshit.

The meeting continues on with discussing the rules, attendance, and basic etiquettes of dueling. The long lecture already had some of the older years almost dozing off due to boredom as they have had this discussion before. James falls victim to that boredom, opening his mouth widely to yawn without any sound and shaking his head to shake away his tiredness.

Sirius, on the other hand, is having the time of his life by constantly teasing the younger Evans beside him, poking her constantly and unnecessarily commenting to her about anything and everything. He only stops momentarily when (Y/N) pinches his arm so hard that he had to stick himself to James’ side, rubbing the wounded area before talking (Y/N)’s ears off after the pain disappeared. (It was bruised when he checked.)

“Now,” Professor Slughorn claps his hands once, effectively gaining the attention of everyone, including those who are in the midst of dozing off.

“Now that the rules and regulations are stated, I do hope you all take it seriously and to heart. After all, punishments are not to be taken lightly.”

“To formally start off the welcoming ceremony of the Dueling Club,” the older students perk up at Professor Flitwick’s insinuation. James, Sirius, and (Y/N)’s back straightens, feeling their fingers twitch in anticipation. “Professor Slughorn and I will choose students from the older years to give you a glimpse of a proper duel.”

The older students starts whispering excitedly, some playfully raising their hands in hopes that they will be picked while some try to turn their heads away to avoid being seen. James and Sirius holds their head up high, if the professors want to show the new comers some entertainment, it is in their best option to pick them two. If it’s a show they want, then it’s a show they’ll get.

Professor Slughorn and Professor Flitwick whispered amongst themselves before nodding and walking to the other ends of the stage, anticipation and excitement fills the air once they face the students.

“From my house,” Professor Slughorn starts, “I would like to call upon Mr. Severus Snape as one of the students for demonstration.”

Giggles and small laughter can be heard in the room, the heads around Snape’s area turn to look at him with proud smiles and pats on his shoulders. Of course the idiot will surround himself with the other posies after yesterday’s event. They are the only ones left who will so much as talk to him.

James, Sirius, and (Y/N)’s eyes narrows, shooting stabbing glare towards Snape’s direction as her climbs up the stage and proceeds to where Professor Slughorn is standing. The older man clasps his shoulder and wished him a silent good luck.

“If Professor Flitwick picks me, I’ll make sure to end this lesson with him bald to put an end to his greasy monstrosity of a hair.” James says, crossing his arms while not tearing his gaze away from the Slytherin boy in front.

“Oh please, you’ll be just doing us a small favor.” (Y/N) scoffs, “I don’t think his hair is the only greasy thing about him.”

“I bet you, he’s never heard of a body exfoliator and wash cloth before.” Sirius adds, lips twisted downwards as they continue to stare daggers at him. “I don’t think he even knows what a regular shower is.”

The three chuckled darkly before Professor Flitwick calls upon one of them.

“In that case, I will pick out someone from my house as well. Ah, Miss (Y/N) Evans, would you kindly join us?”

“Certainly professor,” (Y/N) replies with a smirk and a wicked gleam in her eyes before quickly masking it with a beam and wide eyes. She immediately walks up the stage, head high and shoulders squared, causing the young boys and girls to awe in the confident aura she’s portraying.

Throughout the years, Severus Snape gained more confidence for himself, getting acknowledge and praised for his growing mastery at potions, and surrounding himself with fellow Slytherins with the same aspirations in life. His friendship with Lily really helped him out throughout all the unfavorable events that happened to him, and although he should also be friends with (Y/N) by extension since they all grew up together, they never really clicked but remained civil.

(Y/N) had always kept her mouth shut about her opinions on Severus Snape in respect towards Lily. She never understood why Lily would befriend him when he does, and is still doing questionable things, and his whole vibe is off. Her older sister was protective of their friendship, even once not talking for a week when (Y/N) said she refuses to be in the same room as him without her. It was one of the hardest week of her life. Ever since then, she never brought him up to anything ever again unless Lily started it.

However, due to him calling her a mudblood yesterday, the unspoken civilized rule between the two of them shattered.

Severus Snape never thought he would experience so much fear just by looking at someone’s eyes. There was ringing on his ears and sweat starting to form on his forehead, he grips his wand for some sort of comfort with a shaky hand while trying to maintain eye contact with her.

He doesn’t know why he’s so terrified, (Y/N) is just standing in front of him with arms crossed over her chest with her head tilting down to hear what Professor Flitwick is talking about. She nods her head from time to time but her face remains devoid of any emotion and green eyes are still burning deep to his soul. Snape gulps down, praying to whoever is out there that no one can see how difficult it is to hide how terrified he is right now.

It’s just (Y/N), he never has to worry around her before. Besides, she’s not much of a duelist and he’s probably better than her. She can hold her own but nothing special nor spectacular about the way she duels. She’s lost more than won duels from last year. Snape shakes his head and rolls his head around to release the tension, it’s just her look that’s making him terrified. Yes, that’s right, he soothes himself, I’ll be fine. He’s a better duelist than (Y/N) will ever be.

A sigh of relief escapes his lips before quirking up to an arrogant smirk. His posture changes, from his shoulders slightly hunch back, chin tucked on his chest causing his disgusting greasy hair to cover his face, to standing tall with an overconfident aura about him, sporting a nasty smile that almost looks like a grimace.

It’s just (Y/N) , what could happen? Snape thought, now casually twirling his wand around.

Sirius and James noticed the shift within Snape from their view. They grit their teeth in annoyance and worry about their friend (at least, they consider her as one, they don’t know if she considers them as one). Sirius feels his fingers twitch, wanting nothing more to take his wand out and blast the ever living shit out of the man to snap him out of his arrogant stance.

“We ought to teach him a lesson,” James says through gritted teeth, Sirius only hums in response.

Professor Flitwick was saying something to the class, but Sirius couldn’t hear anything that comes out of his mouth. He looks at where (Y/N) is standing, he’ll say that he’s surprised, but he honestly expected it.

(Y/N) remains the same, except this time, she had her head tilting downwards as she stares at Snape through her lashes with lidded eyes, a reminiscent of a taunting snake. Sirius let’s out an impressed noise, he’s 100% sure that if she wasn’t sorted into Ravenclaw, she would have perfectly fit in with Slytherin house.

Sixth year students know that (Y/N) is not the best duelist out there, but Sirius can’t help but feel that there is nothing to worry about. He hums as he crosses his arms against his chest, still looking at her when the two of them starts walking towards the center of the stage, wands in front of their faces in customary respect to formally start the duel.

James looks at him, stunned at the laid-back demeanor of his best friend. He taps him on the chest, “mate, why do you look like that? Your crush is over there about to have a duel with that git.”

“Relax, James,” Sirius glances at him briefly before looking at her again, the smirk still on his face. “Just watch.”

Five paces apart, now the two are facing each other with wands drawn. Snape smirks, opening his mouth to conjure up his spell, “confringo!”

“Protego!” (Y/N) let’s out instantly, effectively blocking the spell with a wave of her arm. The way she projects the shield spell causes a ripple effect, making Snape stagger back before regaining his footing while she remains the same.

Snape’s eyes widens at the force of the spell. She didn’t even use Protego Maxima to project that kind of ripple effect. It was just a simple spell, Snape gulps, but why the hell was it so strong? Enraged, Snape grits his teeth holding onto his wand tightly before swinging his arm and shoots another spell. “Everte Statum!”

(Y/N) successfully blocks the spell without moving an inch. The nonchalant attitude of hers rubs Snape off the wrong way, further frustrating him. He then sends spell after spell after her, his adrenaline getting the best of him as he hurls his arm left and right while taking step forward after each step. His face contouring, not bothering to hide his frustration anymore.

Professor Flitwick sees this, and calls him out, “easy on the spells Mr. Snape! This is just a demonstration.”

The younger crowd watch in awe at the display of magic, witnessing the how much potential possibilities they have with the use of magic. They watch with eager eyes at the colorful display of cells Snape lets out from his wand and how flawlessly it is counteract by (Y/N). His group of friends continues to cheer him on and constantly belittling her calling her names, shuting up only when Professor Slughorn called by out and someone sending a stinging jinx at them. All of them had to exit the room immediately to head on to the infirmary room.

Sirius continues to glare daggers at Snape, his fingers gripping tightly into his arm as he watches (Y/N) continuously blocking spells but not doing anything to counter back. He gnaws on the bottom of his lip, wondering what the hell is your plan? Do you even have one?

Gusts of wind blows (Y/N)’s hair back as she continues to counter spell. It’s beginning to tire her arm out, and frankly, it was starting to bore her. The force of a spell causes her to momentarily stumble back, and that distraction is all Snape needs. ”Mimblewimble!”

Gasps echo around the room as they witness (Y/N) recoil back from the force of the spell, sending her straight to the floor with her back first, effectively punching the air off of her.

James and Sirius let out a shout of concern an disbelief, immediately running to the side of the stage. James had to hold on to Sirius’ sleeve to prevent him from jumping up. Shouting out strings of curses that shocked the first years and reprimanded by Professor Flitwick who’s tending to his student.

“Watch your mouths Mr. Potter and Mr. Black!” He scolds before turning his attention to his student, who is now shaking her head, arms and elbows on the side of her as she props up her body on the floor. “Are you well Ms. Evans? Can you stand?”

(Y/N) cracks her neck to the side before opening her mouth to answer her professor, but nothing coherent escapes her lips. The Mimblewimble spell ties the targets tongue in a knot, preventing them from making a coherent speech, or saying incantations correctly.

She clicks her tongue in annoyance, standing up after nodding to the head of her house, signaling that she is fine and is still able to duel. She made a show of dusting her skirt a cloak, then making her way towards the center of the stage once again.

Snape looks rather pleased with himself, much to the annoyance of James and Sirius. If looks could kill, the Slytherin would be dead from the moment he set foot on stage.

“Wands at the ready!” Professor Slughorn says, the two students immediately had their wands up, waiting for the signal. A beat has passed, then two. “Begin!”

“Immo-” Snape could himself ascend from the ground before he can even finish talking.

Wordlessly, (Y/N) blasted him a spell that sent him flying out the ground. A shout escapes his lips until his body roughly slams down to the ground with a loud thud. A sound of ‘oohh’ escapes most of the audience while James and Sirius lets out a victorious ‘yeah!’

It takes a few seconds for Snape to snap out of it, tapping Professor Slughorn’s arm when the former offered his hand out to help. To say that Snape is completely taken aback is an understatement, because how the hell did (Y/N) know how to use wordless magic before him? That requires intense concentration, skill, and proper technique.

A muggleborn besting him at something? And humiliating him in front of everybody in this room? No, that is not acceptable.

Snape’s face contorts again into that ugly face he likes to show as he sends furious spell after spell again after the signal. However, unlike the beginning, (Y/N) didn’t only counter spells, she also started sending one of her down.

Students watch in awe at the two who looks like they are fencing with the way they both take steps forward and back, symbolic of a dangerous dance the two are tangled in. The new-comers think that these are the two most eloquent and dangerous students in the org. However, older students will tell you that this is the first time someone lasts this long in a wordless duel, let alone a sixth-year student. A pretty impressive feat that not even older witches and wizards have mastered, yet alone confident enough to perform it.

Here is (Y/N) Evans, going from a mediocre duelist to being one of the best in school. A muggle born who struggles to think and recite spells during duels is now blasting magic left and right as if it was as easy as breathing. No word or sound escapes her as she continues shooting spells left and right before ending the duel.

“Yeah! Yeah! Kick his ass!” Marlene and Dorothy shouts from the back.

(Y/N)’s lets out a jet of water, not enough to take Snape down but enough to push him back and lose balance. His mouth then starts bubbling up with soap as she uses scourgify (to which James and Sirius laughs loudly at) before bandages wraps itself around the head out of thin air, effectively blinding him and covering his mouth. Snape’s hand went to his face in a panic to claw the bandages away from his face and spit out the putrid taste of soap in his mouth, yet he is unable to when (Y/N) turns her body to gain momentum for the spell, throws her wand out, sends the final blow, immobilizing him and sending his paralyzed form down the ground.

His body falls down the floor with a thud. The room is silent, then booming cheers fills the room.

(Y/N) hums at the sight of Severus Snape on the ground, now currently being tended to by Professor Slughorn who is undoing the effects of her spells. She twirls her wand around her finger twice before tucking it into her pocket, then facing the crowd with a grin and curtsying for them.

Professor Flitwick claps his hand, congratulating his student with a tap on her hand. “Well done my dear! I see you’ve been working on what I taught you. Hurry along now to Madame Pomfrey, get that spell of yours fixed with an antidote.”

The said girl hums and nods her head in agreement before bouncing down the steps, feeling much more better and preppy than this morning.

(Y/N) meets the awestruck faces of James and Sirius whose jaws are open in shock along her way, shooting them a teasing smirk and a wink. She pass by them with an air of arrogance she rarely sports, but she’s proud of herself this time. Basking in the attention of heads turning towards her with stars and envy in their eyes.

They continue watching the girl as she walks towards the door with a bounce on her step, hands out in a girly way, and hips subtly swaying from side to side with the crowd parting their way for her.

James feels a shiver down his spine as he witness the raw power and skill she has. Now all too aware that she can kick his ass anytime if he ever pushes her or her sister again. “I’m gonna be nice to her now.”

“Yeah? You do that,” James turns his attention to his best mate. Rolling his eyes at the love struck gaze he still holds after the woman exits through the door, eyes still fixated on it.

“I’m gonna marry her.”

note: idk why, I sat down for three days straight and started writing this. It's originally a series, but I don't know if you guys would like it.

[daffodil--lament]

Sirius the Dog-Star from Diana Wynne Jones’ book Dogsbody

[evansisasadist]

The marauders regularly pray to Princess Diana

[raincoyoteart]

"And the stars came out.  Wheeling overhead they came, tiny disks of white, green and orange, pinpricks of bluish white, cold tingly red blobs, large orbs, small orbs, more and more, crowding and clustering away into the dark, while behind them wheeled the spangled smear of the Milky Way.  Sirius stared upward, dumbfounded.  This was home.  He should have been there, not tied up in a yard on the edge of things.  They were his. And they were so far away.  He had no way of reaching them."

--Diana Wynne Jones--

"Dogsbody" will forever be my favorite book.

[tayas-words]

So I love writing and I find writing one shots and other fanfics help me get rid of writers block for my book I want to write.

I am very much in the Seduce me The otome fandom and the Harry Potter Marauders fandom and shadowhunters

Would people be interested in reading like my head canons and stuff?

[chelshiart]

character lineup!

[quietflorilegium]

“He had been without his wings so long that he had almost forgotten what they felt like. He spread and shook them, so that the silvery-green flames of the pinions streamed and whispered behind him.”

Diana Wynne Jones, "Dogsbody"

[house-of-mirrors]

I finished reading Dogsbody, that's the fastest I've read a book in such a long time! I'm 🥺😭it was sooooo sweet and I feel like it ended with everything working out as well as it could given the situation

Oh and since I'm used to Diana Wynne Jones' writing style by now, I felt so clever noticing small details like "it's a surprise tool to help us later" XD

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Summary to main story:

Harry has some weird words on his left wrist. That must be one of those strange things that Aunt Petunia hates so much. But it's okay! He likes them.

Then, it all turns even weirder. Hogwarts, magic, a Headmaster and a Dark Lord await Harry - he would prefer if they all just left him alone, thank you very much.

But when has it ever mattered what Harry wants?

Parts 2-13 are oneshots collectively happening after the epilogue or a series of what ifs.

[gmanweatherreport]

Im thinkinh bout going willard h mode this year in place of sirius gibon will this be tragic or awesome one sided 2019 kin drama in my mind

[hellcatinnc]

This is my newest video got a bit behind but hope you enjoy. Heads up to anyone wanting to see this its not a anime its a hentai so search it in its japanese name in google. hope this helps.

Anime: Game World Reincarnation (Ouji No Honmei Wa Akuyaku Reijou)

[ramshacklefey]

I've seen increasing buzz around here about Howl's Moving Castle (book). I think you all deserve to know that all of Diana Wynne Jones's books are filled with characters and plots that are absolutely as delightful and unhinged as that one.

Some Actual Plots include:

Dogsbody - The star Sirius is accused of murder and sentenced to exile on Earth in the body of a dog until he finds a magical item called a Zoi. He's adopted by a young Irish girl living with her abusive and neglectful English relatives. He has to balance his desire to find the Zoi with needing to be a Good Dog for the girl who takes care of him. Also the Wild Hunt is there. Hexwood - A girl finds a magical wood behind her house where she meets a wizard who thinks he's a convict of the intergalactic government, a boy created by the man to destroy said government, and a robot found in a junk heap. The magic wood is actually an alternate reality being generated by an AI who has a grudge to settle with the head of said government. The book is about abuse, PTSD, and trauma. The Dark Lord of Derkholm - Magical world is being destroyed by a company using it as an isekai amusement park for people from another dimension. Bio-wizard is appointed Dark Lord for the year, and he and his family (four of whom are bioengineered griffins) have to find a way to survive the season while everything is going wrong. Deep Secret - Interdimensional detective/diplomat/wizard needs to find a replacement for his deceased mentor. He does so at a fantasy convention, while trying to keep an interdimensional empire from collapsing into civil war after the emperor is assassinated along with all of his heirs.

She's an absolute master at weaving fantasy elements into the mundane world and writing from the PoV of kids. Her books are funny, clever, and full of delightful characters. I'm begging you all to check them out.

[wingedhallows]

cause you're kinda cute; james potter

pairing: james potter x reader | 0.7k words plot: you're kinda scary and james has a crush on you, paper birds which are hard to control aren't helping either prompt: "you don't scare me. then why's your heart beating so fast? cause you're kinda cute." authors note: i tried something fluffy for once, hope you like it, have a good weekend, y'all :)

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The simmering and slight whispers in Slughorn's classroom were the only thing audible, a cold breeze which glided past your cheeks made you sigh. It was mid July and unbearably hot in Hogwarts.

The worst thing was that teachers, especially Slughorn, didn’t approve of improper uniforms. You were allowed to wear shorts, even short sleeve shirts but the robes had to stay, safety reasons he had said. You were sure that he secretly enjoyed seeing you all suffer.

“I’ll drop dead soon, it’s sooo hot in here” Isolde, your friend, muttered as she wiped her forehead with her arm. You were hot, yes, but Isolde had to bear the heat with a head full of black thick curls.

“I told you to put your mane up.” Diana snickered, her ash white hair in a bun on top of her head. You stirred your pot and took another look at the book, something didn’t seem right. Why was Isolde’s whitish and yours almost green?

“It’s not that simple, Diana.” Isolde bit back, her mouth in a thin line. “Just ‘cause you have a fist full of hair.” Diana’s mouth opened in shock as she smacked her friend's shoulder.

“Why is yours like that and mine’s like this?” You asked, leaning over Isolde’s cauldron, eyebrows in a frown.

“Cause you’re kinda shit at potions, hun.” She patted your shoulder and gave you a fake pout.

“But I really need this grade.” You grumbled as you stared at your greenish liquid. Slughorn wouldn’t even be surprised, you thought. “I know, I know." Isolde whispered and dropped something you didn’t know into your cauldron.

“Why don’t you ask for help?” Diana spoke, eyes fixed on her book. “Help? From who?” Diana gave you a small smile.

“You heard Slughorn before, Potter’s a genius at potions.” Your eyes widened as you shook your head. “No fucking way, Potter’s a nightmare.” Isolde’s mouth twitched into a smile as nudged you.

“That’s not what I heard two nights ago.”

Your eyes closed as you turned to your cauldron, you had played truth or dare spiked with Veritaserum. You had blabbered about how hot James Potter and his friends were and how much you would give for him to do certain things to you.

“Shut up, Diana.” You grumbled. 

A second later a paper bird stumbled over your head onto your book, flapping its wings as it unfolded.

10 Prettiest Girls 

Y/N L/N - slytherin, scary :(

Aurora Kent - boring

Lily Evans - snivellus' friend

Narcissa Black - cousin, not cool

Marlene McKinnon

Diana Hunt - slytherin, airhead

Isolde O’Neil - mean also slytherin

Alice Fortscue

Mary McDonald

Florence Williams - slytherin

You couldn’t believe what you held in your hands. Your eyes widened as you looked over it again. You were number one, wow, but you’re scary?

Slowly you turned around, paper in your hand. Sirius and Peter stared at you with wide eyes as you noticed what had happened. This paper wasn’t supposed to fall into your hands, it was supposed to fly over your head into James’ and Remus’ hands.

With your face cold as ice you walked over to them, their eyes still wide. Remus took a step back.

“Y/N, hi.” He spoke, much higher than usual. You slammed the paper down on James’ table, careful enough to not disturb Slughorn, who was busy in his cabinet.

“This-This-”I’m scary?” You said, mouth in a grin. His eyes widened as they switched between the paper and your face multiple times.

“What?” He tried but you let a small chuckle slip. You took a step around the table, closer than needed. James fell back onto his chair, faces inches apart.

“Do I scare you, James?” His lips formed into a grin and he put his hand on the table, to steady himself, you guessed.

“You don’t scare me, Y/N.” You crossed your arms and now smiled at him, your braids fell over your shoulders, almost hitting the boy in front of you in the face as you bent down a tad. Your lips hovered over his ear, his neck tensed

“Then why’s your heart beating so fast?” He hung his head as a chuckle left his form, he placed his hands on his thighs before looking at you again.

“Cause you’re kinda cute.” You threw your head back as a giggle, barely audible, escaped you. Your hand found his chin, lifting his face.

“Right back at ‘ya.” He smiled and gave you another smile.

“And since we’re already here, you might want to cross that, Diana’s much smarter than she lets on.” He nods and takes the pen Remus holds out for him. 

With a hand to his forehead he smiles at you, a pinkish tint on his apple cheeks. 

“Yes ma’am.”

[fluffbruary]

@fluffbruary Bonus

Part 2 of 5

Prompt: Wrist

“Harry!” Sirius called. “Time for lunch, kiddo! Come down!”

There were shuffling noises from Harry’s room, and Sirius heard his godson poke his head out of the door as he set the Shepherd’s Pie on the table, along with two glasses of milk, Cauliflower Cheese and the Cornish Pasties.

“Uh, Sirius,” Harry shouted. “I’m not feeling very well. Can I have it in my room?”

Sirius frowned. “Not feeling well? Do you have a fever?” He made for the stairs, but heard a sudden yelp.

“No, it’s – er, it’s just a mild headache!” He cried. “You don’t have to come up! I’m fine! I just think I’ll lie down for a bit.”

“I’ll still come up and check on you,” Sirius started as he climbed up the stairs.

“NO! I’m fine, Sirius, really! I just – I just want to be along for a while and sleep,” Harry stammered.

Sirius backed off instantly. Not respecting Harry’s boundaries seemed like a surefire way to wreck their relationship. “Alright, kiddo. I’ll bring you a plate in a bit?” He said tentatively.

“Er, yeah. Thanks, Sirius.” From how relieved he sounded, Sirius had made the right choice.

“No problem, Harry. Rest up! See if you’re feeling good enough for lessons in a couple hours!” He made his way down, still feeling mildly puzzled, setting up for a lonely lunch. He munched while he wondered when Harry’s illness had set in. He’d seemed healthy enough during his Politics lesson that morning, and had been beaming when he’d gone off to fly, as eager as James had ever been for it.

But then, it would be very like Harry to hide an illness until it got absolutely unbearable.

Suddenly worried again, Sirius talked himself out of the urge to look in on his godson. He sent off an owl with an invitation to Remus for lunch and prepared a tray for Harry. If the boy still felt sick in a few hours, the afternoon lesson would have to be cancelled, as would the playdate arranged with Neville for the next day, as much as he would dislike that.

He heard the crack of Apparition in the garden – and very few people were authorized for that.

“Hey, Moony,” Sirius grinned at his friend, opening the door.

“Padfoot,” Remus greeted mildly. “Why the sudden invitation? Is something wrong with Harry?”

Sirius appreciated how much Harry was a priority for the man. “I’m … not sure?” He explained what had happened and Remus’ frown deepened with each word.

“You haven’t seen him since he went out flying?” He asked.

“No. He doesn’t want me to, and I thought it’d be better not to invade his privacy.” Had he been wrong? Sirius had never worried over anything like he did over Harry. Harry was his life, quite literally. If he did something wrong, if he hurt his godson, he would never forgive himself.

“No, that’s for the best,” Remus agreed. “Okay. Why don’t you take his lunch up to him now? See how he responds. We can decide where to go from there.” His voice gentled. “It could just be a headache, Sirius. We may be overreacting.”

“I hope so,” Sirius said in frustration, obeying the advice and collecting the tray. “In the meantime, help yourself. I made loads.” He climbed upstairs and knocked on Harry’s door.

“Come in,” a muffled voice called, and Sirius thankfully opened the door.

Harry was using the blanket with the night sky on it, which was his favourite one. That certainly pointed to a sickness. Or something very wrong. His room looked like it always did – clean with a military precision. Five photos stuck on a wall: James and Lily at their wedding; James and Lily holding Harry and waving at the camera; Harry and Neville beaming at the camera; Harry and Sirius standing outside their house; Harry, Sirius and Remus in the zoo next to the diricawl exhibit.

The bookshelf which took over a whole wall was as neatly arranged as always. A couple books were on his bedside table. The miniature Hogwarts Express with which he’d obviously been recently playing was the only thing out of place.

Other than – his broom. Which was lying discarded in the middle of the room.

Sirius frowned. That made no sense. Harry adored his broom. It was the latest children’s model. He polished and treated it regularly. He always kept it safely in its stand.

“Hi, Sirius,” Harry said softly, Lily’s eyes peering up at him, and his attention went instantly to him. He was nearly fully under the blanket, with only his eyes and nose above it.

“Hey, kiddo,” he said kindly, laying a hand on his forehead and stroking it. No fever. That was good. “Ready for lunch?”

“I guess,” he replied dazedly. He hesitated in the way that meant he wanted something. Harry would never ask for something he wanted.

Sirius wracked his brain. A sick child who was willing to eat would want … company. “Want me to stay and feed you?” He asked, and Harry’s eyes lit up as he nodded vigorously. Clearly, he was over the alone thing. “Okay.”

There was something odd about the way his godson wiggled the blanket under his chin, but unfortunately, Sirius didn’t give it much thought.

He cut up the pasty and pie into small chunks and fed them to him easily enough, and the cauliflower cheese through the fork less so and Harry ate eagerly. He was hungry, which made Sirius wonder why he hadn’t called him before to say so.

An uneasy feeling crept up his back. Something was wrong.

“Would you like to sit up and drink your milk?”

Harry shook his head instantly.

“Harry. . .” Sirius trailed off. He wanted to ask if something was wrong, but that would just make Harry clam up. “Okay. I’ll be in the sitting room with Remus. Yell if you need anything.”

“Remus is here?”

“Yeah,” He replied, grasping onto the enthusiasm in Harry’s voice. “Want him to come up and talk to you?”

But bewilderingly, Harry shook his head again.

“If you’re sure,” Sirius uncertainly said, pressing a kiss to his godson’s forehead. “Love you, Harry.”

Harry swallowed. “Love you too Sirius,” he said, quietly and doubtfully. Sirius hated how Harry reacted to and said those words. He ought to be used to them, shouting them as casually as most kids did.

Sirius reported everything to Remus. “So. What do you think?”

“He’s clearly hiding something,” Remus decided.  

“Obviously,” Sirius said with a hint of impatience. “But should I pry into it or leave it alone, Moony?”

Remus tapped his finger on the table uneasily. “Do you think this might harm him?”

“I don’t know,” Sirius admitted. “I don’t think I can take the chance though.”

He exhaled. “Then you need to know. But be gentle about it.”

Sirius swallowed. “Alright. Yeah.”

“Harry?” Sirius knocked on the door. Again, there was shuffling and a sudden yelp. “Harry! I’m coming in.”

His godson was tucked in again, but much more sloppily – it was clear he’d done it hurriedly in the past few seconds. Sirius’ concern rose, and he forced it down enough to take deep breaths and approach this rationally.

“Want to come out, Harry?”

The boy obviously understood Sirius knew something was up. He looked terrified as he shook his head.

He swallowed. He really wasn’t sure how to deal with it. Would Harry hate him at the end of this?

“Harry,” he said as gently as he could. “You know you can tell me anything.”

His godson swallowed, remaining mute.

“I don’t mind secrets. You’re a child; you’re entitled to some. But not if it’s weighing on you so much, if it’s affecting your ability to eat and come out and socialize and function.” He paused and let out a breath. “Harry, please tell me if something is hurting you.”

Harry’s eyes were raised searchingly to his. Sirius wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he had a feeling he was on the precipice of Harry’s trust in him.

Harry took a deep breath, and then he shoved the blanket off him. “It happened when I was flying this morning,” he said quietly.

His arm was bent at an odd angle.

“Your wrist is broken?” Remus asked in horror. Harry hated people talking around him as though he weren’t there.

The kid shifted uncomfortably, and said nothing.

“Harry—” Remus broke off, clearly trying not to lay blame on him. “Alright. We need to take you to Healer Davies.”

Harry’s face eased at the mention of the only Healer who was allowed near him – and that only after Dumbledore’s approval of him, enduring Sirius’ thorough background and security checks, suffering Andy and Ted’s threats of suing if he made a single misstep and accepting Remus’ lycanthropy.

There was that, Sirius supposed. At least he wasn’t protesting treatment now.

Even if he looked like he’d rather die than be where he currently was.

“Flying accident, huh?” Healer Davies said sympathetically, handing Harry a chocolate wand which he munched on happily as the healer conducted the final check-up. “My Roger gets into those all the time. A broken wrist is really the least of them, so you need to be more careful.”

“Yes, Healer Davies,” Harry replied through a mouthful of chocolate.

“Good lad. You’re free to go,” he added to Sirius. Harry ducked his head to avoid his gaze, and Sirius frowned. “Make sure he doesn’t experience any soreness in his wrist in the next few days. That could mean it hasn’t healed properly.”

“I’m sure Harry will tell us if he does experience any difference in the functioning of his wrist,” he said smoothly, and saw his godson flinch. It was mildly satisfying, but also caused a guilty pit in his stomach.

“I’m sorry,” Harry blurted as soon as they Apparated to their front door.

Sirius sighed. “I’m glad you are, but we still need to talk about this—”

“I know I shouldn’t have told you and inconvenienced you like that, but—”

“Wait, what?” Remus asked, shocked. “Harry, we’re glad you told us.”

Harry blinked in surprise. “You – you are?”

“Of course!” Sirius knelt in front of him. “Harry. We love you. We want you to be okay, always. That’s it. No matter the inconvenience. Not that taking you to a healer is one at all.”

“So. . . What do you want me to be sorry for?” His godson asked confusedly, and Sirius sighed. The phrasing broke his heart.

“That you didn’t tell us, Harry,” Remus said softly. “That you had the choice, and rather than trusting us, you wanted to suffer through the pain instead. We’re not blaming you, of course, and we are glad you told Sirius in the end, but still. . .” He trailed off.

Harry blinked. “You … you wish I’d told Sirius earlier?” He looked stunned.

“As soon as it happened,” Sirius emphasized, which made Remus send an exasperated glance at him. He shrugged in response.

Harry looked like he was mulling it over.

“Harry, it’s horrible that you assume you need to keep something like a broken wrist secret,” He continued, thinking his godson may respond better to this. “It hurt you, and I’m your guardian. Even if we didn’t love you and care about your wellbeing, which we do, it’d be my obligation as a decent person and a good guardian to get you treatment and prevent your pain.”

“The Dursleys definitely aren’t decent people or good guardians,” Harry agreed, looking relieved and more understanding of this train of thought rather than the love and concern one. The thought made Sirius want to go and murder the Dursleys, which wasn’t an altogether uncommon desire these days.

“So you’ll tell Sirius or me the next time you’re hurt or you don’t like something we’ve done or feel uncomfortable?” Remus asked gently after he raised an eyebrow in his direction. Sirius grinned to himself. It was nice – knowing Harry at least that much and surprising Moony.

The kid considered that. “Even if it’s my own fault?” He whispered.

“Was it?” Sirius raised an eyebrow. He and James had definitely been no strangers to reckless stunts on brooms followed by hospital wing visits.

“I tried the D’Orazio dive,” Harry admitted meekly.

“The D’Orazio dive?” Sirius groaned, remembering James proudly displaying it in his first match and suffering many bruises when he’d attempted to copy it from his friend’s enthusiastic but not all that refined tutoring. “Oh, kiddo. No wonder you fell. You’ve been flying for barely three months. How did you think you’d manage it?”

“That sounds reckless, Harry,” Remus chided gently, “And we would scold you and tell you to be more careful and maybe Sirius would ban you from flying if this happened too often. But we will always want to know if you’re hurt and get you treatment.”

“Even if it’s your own fault,” Sirius snorted. “Your dad and I did this nonsense plenty back in the day.”

“And James’ parents used to yell and then exasperatedly ground you,” Remus recalled.

“And then we’d raise a mayhem on ground that’d cause them to either ground us more – which we’d break – or relent and let us fly.”

“And then you’d do something dumb in the air again, starting the cycle all over again.” Moony finished dryly. “Don’t get any ideas, Harry.” He added hurriedly.

His godson grinned cheekily. “How could I not, with such illustrious predecessors?”

Sirius laughed and ruffled his hair, getting to his feet. “It’s normal for people who love flying – like you and your dad – to want to try more advanced maneuvers. Thankfully, you have some of Lily’s common sense too, and your own cleverness. If you think something may be beyond your ability, you do it under supervision. Maybe we can look into coaching or the Little League. And if anything like this happens, you tell me or Remus or Madam Longbottom if it’s at her house.”

Harry swallowed. “Okay,” he decided. “I will.”

“Even things like this that have happened in the past,” Sirius added shrewdly. Sure enough, his godson blushed and looked caught out, toeing the ground. “Just say you’ll try.”

Sirius of all people knew what it was like to mistrust your guardians and the difficulties in getting over abuse.

“And like Healer Davies said, tell Sirius or even me if your wrist gives you any trouble.” Remus told him.

Harry smiled his genuine, sweet smile. “Okay. I think I can do that. I’m sorry for worrying you,” he mumbled.

“Oh, you always worry us,” Remus told him, smiling.

“Just less when you’re unhurt,” Sirius said. “We love you, Harry. This comes with the territory.”

“Love you too,” Harry said, sounding less uncertain about it than he had only a couple hours ago.

And it wasn’t like it was solved instantly. It wasn’t that Harry had immediately trusted them after that.

But it was one step forward. It certainly seemed more likely that someday they would have an easier, freer, trusting relationship.

Sirius couldn’t wait.

[quietflorilegium]

"He liked Miss Smith. He was sure she would like Kathleen. But he knew that people would take in a dog far more readily than they would take in a fellow human. It was odd, but it was true."

Diana Wynne Jones, "Dogsbody"

[truthwillsetyoufree13]

Harold and Meagain at the ESPYs. Didn't even appear on the red carpet due to backlash. I'd hardly say this was a happy occasion for them. Tillman's mother's statement must have been a damning blow to their egos. These two grifters really are being called out right and left by everything and everyone. I was listening to Sirius XM and the topic of Harry and this award came up. The announcer was begging the listeners to keep in mind the award was for Invictus and not so much for Harry. Folks, it is bad. These two are being slammed. Both of them looked unhappy and appear to have lost weight. I'm sure their silly plans haven't worked as well as they had planned and serious trouble is in their future. Anyone else sick to death about his insistence on bringing up (AKA dining out on) Princess Diana? I'm sorry I ever heard about her. All Harry is now known for is "I'm Princess Diana's son and she died when I was 12 and I had to walk behind her casket and I haven't moved on". Goodness, that's all we hear....much like ILBW's class project about dishwashing soap. They are both still 12!