#and it’s why Harry has so many younger siblings

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Going insane over this /pos

James w waist chain? Im on my knees

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The Grabber x Hufflepuff (f) Reader [1] (Explicit, warnings)

Because I noticed an astonishing amount of my Grabber readers have this one thing in common. It's the house. Hufflepuff. They all have Hufflepuff on their profiles. Summary: You're a Hufflepuff student and you get caught by the Dark Lord's infamous snatcher known as The Grabber.

Fandoms: The Black Phone, Harry Potter Rating: Explicit Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, clad touching, non/con or dub-con touching, Reader is a Hufflepuff, Reader is Innocent. Reader is a virgin, Reader is a Mudblood/Muggle-born, use of little witch/littlegirl/little one, Reader is of age, Grabber has an innocence corruption kink, Reader gets kidnapped. Harry Potter 2nd Wizard War AU.

Grabber x Hufflepuff [ 1 ]

The Room of Requirement shimmered with the focused intensity of young witches and wizards, secretly preparing for the fight against the Dark Lord and his followers. You were among them, your wand tracing arcs in the air as you practiced defensive spells like all others. Some students here were younger than you, some slightly older. But everyone was practicing with the same passion. The air was thick with concentration, punctuated by the occasional crackle of magic gone awry.

"Hey," Ginny's voice cut through the hum of activity, pulling you aside. She was in the same year as you, although you hadn’t truly talked until you joined Dumbledore’s Army. Her eyes held an edge of urgency. "I need you to fetch some Hellebore Herb from the Forbidden Forest."

You nodded, a quick, sharp motion. "I can do that," you murmured, feeling the weight of the task settle on your shoulders. Slipping out of the school was a grizzly task nowadays. Students weren’t allowed to leave as it was said to be too dangerous out there now that the Dark Lord had returned. But you knew danger lurked inside the walls of your school as much as it did outdoors. Most of the staff at Hogwarts was sympathizing with the pure-blood radicals. If one of them caught you sneaking out of the school, they’d be taking their time punishing you with heavy torture spells.

Luckily, you were quite skilled at being silent, always alert, and excellent at not being noticed. Ginny knew this. It was why she usually asked you or Clementine Felley, a Ravenclaw with similar skills but a year below you two, to do these sorts of assignments.

Because you’d been doing this for a while, you had grown confident in your skills. In the shadowy corner, you slipped into your school robe to protect yourself from the cold outside. You made sure to flip your hair from underneath it before donning the hood and hiding it again.

The yellow and black of Hufflepuff covered you, and you were glad you belonged to that house. Somehow, the yellow became just another shade when you were out in the dusk or dark, resembling green or brown and adapting to your surroundings. You ran your fingers over the emblem, feeling the rough embroidery against your skin, before you grasped a wicker basket, its weave tight and firm.

Creeping out of the Room of Requirement, you clutched the fabric of your robe close. The corridors loomed silent and watchful. You knew the stakes — capture meant punishment, Crucio, or worse if the Carrow siblings got their hands on you.

As the doors groaned closed behind you, you drew a deep breath. Every shadow could hold a spying eye, a guard, or an enchantment meant to betray your step. But like so many times before, you made it out of the school with practiced ease. The Forbidden Forest loomed, a dark maw ready to swallow you whole. Your heart thudded against your ribcage, but you pushed forward, feet whispering over fallen leaves and twigs.

Like you had hoped, nothing happened. You weren’t spotted. There was no alarm raised. And the deeper you got into the forest, the more at ease you started to feel. Not that there weren’t countless of dangers here, but with your wand and your knowledge of spells, you felt you could handle the forest’s creatures.

The underbrush crunched beneath your knees as you knelt, fingers sifting through the damp soil. You found the Hellebore — a sinister beauty with its deep green leaves and delicate blooms that belied the poison lurking within. Your breath came in careful puffs, visible in the twilight of the forest.

"Aren’t you a brave girl?" The voice was like gravel, grating against the hushed whispers of the trees. It struck a chord of fear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your gaze lifted, heart beating high in your chest. There, a few feet away from you, a devil's mask leered down at you, eyes hollow pits of malice. You instantly recognized the foul creature from pictures in the newspaper. Moving images of the same mask, two hands raised next to it, showing the same rings you saw now glinting on his fingers in the light of the moon.

The Grabber.

His name slithered through your mind, conjuring images of snatched souls and vanished faces. His jacket hung open, revealing a swath of bare chest, skin pale in the moonlight, betraying he was just another man.

“What are you doing, lovely?” The voice was so deep and low that you felt it deep in your core. You squeezed your legs together uncomfortably, hoping the man didn’t notice the gesture, as you slowly rose from your knees.

Even standing, the man was at least a head taller than you. If not more.

“Well?” He tilted his head, the mask mocking you as it slanted.

"Collecting herbs," you managed, voice a mere wisp of sound. You tucked the Hellebore behind your back discreetly.

"Oh,” the man made a mocking sound that was almost called gentle. “Sweet thing, aren't you? Voice like honey." The Grabber cocked his mask, angling it in such a way that his eyes could trace you up and down. You could feel it, felt his gaze as it roamed over every inch of your body. It felt intimate, the way he studied you.

He stepped closer, the scent of earth and something darker emanating from him.

“Well, aren’t you going to tell the big bad man what kind of herbs you are collecting out here, on your own, at the cusp of midnight?”

You knew he had you there. No student was allowed in this part of the forest or indeed allowed to roam outside at night. In fact, no students were allowed out at all. And by your robes, he could easily tell you were still a student, that you belonged to the school nearby.

A man like him, working for the Dark Lord himself, would not let you go unpunished. He would either hand you back to the school, or he would dish out the punishment himself. But with his reputation for being a man who tortured his victims and made innocent people disappear, you had a feeling which one it would be. The others wouldn't get their herbs today. You had failed them. For a short moment, you wished one of the Carrow siblings had caught you on your way out instead.

“I-I will,” why was your voice trembling? Why did you stutter? Were you truly this scared of the legendary snatcher who was said to be more demon than man?

“Very cute all the stumbling,” the man interrupted you. “I don’t care what you came here to collect. All I care about is that you are being naughty. Being out here, on your own, late at night. There are all sorts of bad men prowling about. Hadn’t you noticed?”

You blinked, clearly confused by his words because he obviously was one of these bad men himself. Why else would he trod around wearing a demon’s mask, bare-chested, in the middle of the night? He was out here, hunting.

Did that mean that others were nearby? That you somehow had been unlucky enough to cross paths with the ones he was chasing. People the Dark Lord wanted to see dead.

“I-I am s-so sorry. The H-herb I needed only grows at night and I thought-" you lied.

“Hellebore Herb,” he interrupted, cutting you short yet again. Of course, he must have caught sight of it. You nodded, realizing that although you had been trying to hide it behind your back, there was some more Hellebore near your feet. It would have been an easy guess.

"Well, well” he muttered, and you watched as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. The way his jacket swayed about revealed a hairless stomach with trained abbs, slightly pudgy but you supposed that came with age.

“Are you a full or half-blood?"

Huh? It was a sensitive question, but you could guess why he would ask it. The Dark Lord wasn’t keen on anyone not considered pure. You could lie to him. You knew you should. But something about the glint behind the dark holes of eyes in the mask told you he already knew the answer.

"Neither,” you reluctantly admitted, hanging your head in defeat. The herb dropped from your hands, fingers outstretched behind your back. “Muggle-born," a reluctant whisper and most definitely a death sentence. To lie was folly; he would know. To think all your bravery and good intentions would end here, tonight. That your defiance would be squashed down by one man and an unlucky encounter. Fear danced along your nerves, yet you forced stillness upon your frame.

"Charming," he murmured, surprising you as he closed the gap between you. The brush of his fingertips against your hair sent an unwanted tingle down your neck. "I would love to take you home."

You stiffened, the words wrapping around you like chains. There was no mistaking the implication, the threat veiled as a compliment. He wanted to snatch you the way he had done so many others. But there was something else underneath, something thick with arousal.

His presence loomed, a specter of dread. His breath grazed your cheek, slipping out from underneath the mask as he studied you with a sidelong glance. You let him touch your hair, let him believe he held sway. Inside, your thoughts raced — plans, strategies, hopes all tangled in a desperate knot.

"Would anyone miss a sweet little muggle-born witch?" he cooed, playing with a lock of your hair. His closeness disgusted you, but you tried to use it to fool him. Your hand slipped into your robe, ever so carefully, and searched for your wand, mentally preparing to knock him back with a spell.

"Everyone is missed by someone," you replied, your voice steadier than you felt.

"Ah, but will they look for you?" The Grabber's tone was a taunt, a predator enjoying the quiver of his prey.

They would. They had to. Ginny and the others would notice if you didn’t come and deliver the herb. They would alarm the others, start a search for you, make sure your parents were informed. And then, the true search would start. No matter how influential the Dark Lord was, he couldn’t stop your loved ones from searching for you. They would, you just knew it. You were loved. You clutched your wand in your fist, preparing to attack.

"Let's find out," the moment the whisper reached your ears, his hand left your hair. You felt how his hand slipped into yours, disarming you by taking your wand. How had he known that you'd reached for it? That you held it? "You don't need that, little girl. Wands are for grown-ups," he teased, voice sing-song. And you silently fumed because you were an adult. Even if it hadn't been for that long. How belittling the man sounded, how he seemed to take pleasure in making you feel small. Then, his mask came closer again, forcing you to lean a little more backward.

"Run, little girl," the Grabber hissed, and without a second thought, you spun on your heels and you ran. With a twist of your body, you broke free from his grasp, feet pounding against the forest floor as you sprinted toward safety.

You could hear him, the laughter that bubbled up from his throat, rich and deep and terrifying.

"Run, little witch, run," he taunted, delight evident in each syllable. "I do so love a chase."

Branches whipped against your face, leaving hot, stinging trails in their wake. Your lungs burned with exertion, the distance between you and the safety of the school shrinking with every desperate stride.

You could reach it, you had to. At this point you didn’t even care if any of the guards spotted you and if they crucioed you until you wished you had never been born. Anything was better than this. Anyone was better than this man. This demon who you’d read about.

Kidnapping. Torture. Unethical spells.

If he got you, you’d never see the light of day again. You’d be done for. You'd die a horrid death.

The outline of the school loomed into view. Just a little further. You pushed yourself beyond your limits, limbs stretching, going faster than you ever had, before your freedom was snatched away. An arm snaked around your waist, making you tumble. His hands clamped over your mouth, stifling the scream that tried to escape. Together, you crashed into the underbrush, his chest, a wall of heat and hardness, pressed against your back. The scent of him enveloped you—earth and sweat and something darker, unnamable.

You fought to breathe, feeling the strain of his fingers against your lips, pushing tightly so they couldn’t even part. You tried to wiggle out of his grip but he only tightened it, hissing in your ear as something hard poked against your butt and you instantly came to a still, eyes wide open. That wasn’t…?

"Shhh," he hissed as a guard's lantern light flickered in the distance. "Not a sound."

You had no choice but to wait in his embrace, feeling his chest heave rapidly up and down behind you. His palm warm against your lips, his heart hammering against your spine. Sweat from his naked chest brushed against your robe.

The moment stretched, an eternity wrapped in seconds, until silence returned and the light of the lantern disappeared into the dimness of the night. Then he rose, pulling you with him, his grip ironclad and unyielding.

"Be silent. Don't make this difficult," he commanded, his hand was upon your arm, gripping you tight, as a wand was raised by the other. It took less than a second for you to realize what was about to happen, but you didn’t have time to counter his spell or try and get away.

You knew what came next—the sensation of being squeezed through an impossibly tiny space, the world blurring into darkness. Apparition. A forced journey to an unknown hell.

You now stood somewhere else, in someone’s living room by the sights of it, too busy taking in your surroundings to stop how the Grabber replaced his hand from your arm to your neck. The squeeze was painful, bringing tears to your eyes, and your hands darted up to try and alleviate his grip. But to no avail.

The man forced you to walk from the living room to the kitchen. Standing in front of a white door, you couldn’t distinguish the soft muttered words that were muffled by the mask, but it was clear he was using some kind of magic to unlock and open it.

A deep and dark room appeared, a staircase leading down to it. Like a basement full of concrete. Then he pushed you through the door.

The grip he had on your neck was firm enough that it became difficult to breathe, as he guided you down the stairs and into what seemed to be a grey and mostly empty room.

The basement was a tomb of dampness and decay. You were thrown onto a mattress that reeked of rot, each spring groaning in protest. He loomed over you, a shadow stripped of humanity.

"Let me have a look at you," he demanded, settling before you and reaching out without expecting an answer.

You felt like a trapped animal and tried to crawl away, but your robes obstructed your movements. And where would you go? There was only a wall behind you, the grey concrete looked chipped and filthy, but also sturdy. You’d need your wand to get out of here.

The man’s hands were already untying your robe, pushing the cloak aside at both sides. Fear twisted inside you, a serpent coiling tighter with every passing second. Veins were visible on the male’s hands. He must be an older man, you thought. And strong.

You tried to struggle and pushed your hands against his arms in an attempt to stop him. But he only stopped his movements to shush you, angling his mask your way before his hands slid past the fabric of your clothes once more.

"Yellow and black," he mused, fingering the edge of your school robe with a touch that was both reverent and mocking. "I always had a thing for Hufflepuffs... loyal, kind, innocent. Wouldn't harm a fly." His voice dripped with sarcasm even as his fingers delicately parted the fabric to reveal your uniform beneath.

You held your breath, trying to shrink away from his probing gaze, but here there was no safety for you. He leaned in closer, heat radiating from his body as you deliberately tried not to look at the bulge he was sporting in his pants. "But innocence is often just a facade... physically they are pure. But mentally," here he chuckled.

"Please..." The word escaped your lips as a whisper, a feeble attempt to preserve some dignity.

A low growl rumbled from the depths of his chest and his nails pressed into your skin as his grip on you became more bold. “I like it when you beg. Makes you look cute, honey.”

You whimpered sadly, realizing that begging wasn’t going to save your life.

"Quiet now," he murmured, his voice a velvet threat. "You won’t need this."

The robe was pushed down your shoulders without a fight.

"Shh," he hushed you, his fingers sliding up the sensitive flesh of your bare thigh, just above your stockings, causing an involuntary flinch.

His coarse fingertips traced dangerously close to your skirt now. You couldn’t help it. You weren’t a fighter like the Slytherins or Gryffindors were, but you had your boundaries. With a sharp movement, you brought your elbows down to harm the man, but the Grabber was quicker. He caught your wrists with just one hand. A sad realization that his hands were large and strong enough to subdue you. You wiggled ineffectively, feeling the grip around both your wrists tighten.

"Cute," he chuckled darkly, taking pleasure in the shiver that coursed through you.

"See," he breathed out, his hand venturing beneath the pleated skirt, touching you where no one had ever touched before. "You are going to love this." His words were poison, staining the rawness of the moment with vile certainty.

"Stop," you tried to command, but it came out as a whimper, your own body betraying you under his invasive touch.

His fingertips stroked past your covered folds, the crotch of your panties dampening with each intimidating stroke. The pressure was just right, pressing down tightly enough to stimulate your clit through the soft cotton layer until he had you squirming. Soft mewls escaped your lips instead of pleas while he still held your wrists up with one hand, making it impossible for you to fight him off or crawl away from his touch.

"Ah, there it is," he whispered triumphantly as his finger traced over your damp core. "Your mind's as filthy as they come, little witch."

Panic clawed at your insides, yet amidst the terror, a spark of rage ignited. You hated him, hated his touch, his violation of all you held sacred. You loathed the way he made you feel; exposed, vulnerable, and worst of all, responding despite yourself.

"Doesn't this prove your point?" you spat out with venomous defiance, despising the trembling of your own voice. You were wet, you could hear it now. You felt your nipples peak underneath the fabric of your blouse, their tips pressing through the layers of clothes you were still wearing. But you had no doubt he had caught sight of it.

“Who said I wanted to prove anything?”

For a moment the two of you sat in complete silence while his fingers still rubbed your clothed core. Slick sounds emerged from between your legs while the Grabber stared at you. Was he waiting for an answer?

You tried to control your breathing, thankful when he finally lowered his other hand and with it your wrists. Your arms were starting to feel sore. Yet, that didn’t distract you from the warmth that was slowly building up inside your core. A tight coil was inside your tummy, your legs started to tremble. Whatever function your panties were supposed to have was rendered nihil as he flicked and fondled your clit through the now-soaked-through piece of garment. The fabric clung to your folds, making it easier for him to brush his fingers and the cloth deeper inside, even being as bold as to try and dip a fingertip in until you moaned and thrashed against him.

You turned your head aside, unable to look at him and his devilish mask as an orgasm was rapidly approaching. Your body trembled under his touch as the finger pushed against your entrance once, twice. And then suddenly withdrew.

Shaking, you sat there, blinking confused before you turned your head to face him. Your body felt hot, between your legs, it was burning with desire. The orgasm was so near that you could feel the first tremors already racking through your body. But he had stopped on the cusp of it, withdrawn as a form of pure torture. Leaving you undone, a trembling and whimpering mess on the dirty pale mattress.

You looked up at him, cheeks red and eyes full of arousal. Even forgetting to lower your arms now that his hold on you was gone. Not that you wanted him to have sex with you, but you were the epitome of a woman on the cusp of ecstasy - eager to have your bodily desire fulfilled. You wanted to feel good. Your mind was now conflicted, torn between wanting him to finish and wanting him far away. You looked at him, flushed, eyes begging him to finish what he started. No wonder a low groan escaped him while he squeezed the bulge in his pants as he rose to stand tall again.

“So innocent,” was all he announced before trying to run a hand through his shoulder-length hair. It must be a habit, you realized, mind still hazy with lust, because the movement had no purpose. The man’s mask was clasped behind his head with several bands. His fingers couldn’t properly run through his hair, and he had to halt his movement and lower his arm again.

You smirked up at him, as if you’d just found out a secret about him.

If you could undo those clasps, you could see his face. If you could escape, you could pass that information to the others. He’d finally be an easy prey.

A sudden movement shook you out of your thoughts when he suddenly dipped his hand inside the pocket of his own jacket. Your wand slid out, the hand in which he held it still glistening in the dark from your juices.

"M-My wand," you whispered, the sound barely escaping your lips.

"Shhh, little Hufflepuff," he cooed mockingly before holding your wand up high, seemingly to study it.

And you finally propelled into action. Your wand was an extension of yourself, of your magic, and it shouldn't be in his possession. You scrambled onto your hands and knees in an attempt to jump up and snatch the wand out of his hands, even if he was that much larger and even if you probably couldn’t reach it when you jumped anyway. But you had to try it. You had to get it back.

Your wand was the only thing that could get you out safely.

The Grabber seemed to have predicated your move. It only needed a whisper of his lips, and you sat frozen.

“It works well,” he muttered, words muffled by the mask. And you had no choice but to watch as he lowered his arm. Your breath caught as his fingers, rough and calloused from years of unforgiving work, slipped into the pocket of his dark robes, taking with them your wand—your lifeline.

He patted the pocket of his jacket as if to taunt you, the jacket smacking against his hip as it still hung open to reveal his naked chest. You could see his belly roll with each deep breath taken. He was still aroused, taking delight in playing these games with you.

A whimper escaped your lips, unbidden, raw with the fear of helplessness.

"Isn't that just adorable," the Grabber mused, his voice a low rumble that resonated through the cavernous basement. You watched, heart pounding, as he prepared to leave, the satisfaction in his stride unmistakable. "Don't worry, pet. You won’t be needing that while you’re here."

You watched him as he made his way to the door. If only he hadn’t put that spell on you and you could still move… But as it was, all you could do was sit and watch as he carried your only hope for survival with him.

“I think I’ll just add your name to the list of deaths," the low husky murmur of the Grabber surprised you. It came unasked, just another way he was mentally manipulating you, you guessed. "No one’s gonna ask for you. But you know, future reference. In case anyone decides to start prowling,” he paused, turning his mask to face you from over his shoulder. “It'll just be another whoops. My hand slipped. Killed a pretty little girl out in the forest. Mud-blood witch. I had my orders.”

Anger raged inside of you, boiling under the frozen surface. You wished you could grit your teeth, curl your hands into fists, growl even. But you could do nothing.

He'd report you as another casualty, another life claimed by the darkness he served.

"It’s a cheap trick, but it works every time," he said casually. "Mostly had boys before you. This will be new." The implication hung heavy in the stale air, a sentence without an end, and it was suffocating.

Why? You wondered. Why not just kill them? Why take them home?

The Grabber paused, the mask changed direction until it almost looked like the demon grinned. "I like to play a game. Only with the cute ones though.”

Panic seized you and you felt like you suddenly couldn’t breathe. He hadn’t just read your mind, had he? Merlin, please don’t let him be a Legilimens.

The Grabber fully turned back to you, the demonic mask’s expression seemed to have changed. But surely, that must be your imagination. Or had he cast a spell on it?

“Want to know what it’s called?” he taunted. And you thought. No. No, I don’t want to know what the game is called.

But instantly after, a different voice inside your head said otherwise. What game did he play with his victims, you wondered?

You almost heard the smirk that was hidden underneath the mask. “Since you asked so nicely,” he murmured, confirming your fear that he was someone who could read minds.

“It’s called the naughty game.”

Then he smoothly turned on his heels while a thousand thoughts clouded your mind. You watched him, his back to you as he ascended the stairs, leaving you to contemplate the twisted rules of his game. What happens if you're naughty? you wondered, a desperate plea for some semblance of understanding.

He halted, his silhouette framed by the dim light at the top of the staircase.

"You lose," he answered, the words echoing ominously off the walls.

And with that, he disappeared from sight, leaving you alone with the chilling silence, your wet panties, and your racing thoughts. ~ AN: More? ~

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jon, sansa, and “my half brother”

i’ve noticed that this particular jon quote is something of a rorschach test wherein your reading of the line is colored by your view of sansa:

He missed the girls too, even Sansa, who never called him anything but “my half brother” since she was old enough to understand what bastard meant. – AGOT, Jon III 

those who assume the worst of sansa read this as “once sansa learned i was a bastard, she changed how she referred to me in order to constantly remind me of my inferior status.” a slightly more charitable reading would be something more like, “once sansa learned i was a bastard, she stopped seeing me as equal to her other brothers.” both assume that sansa originally called jon “brother” and changed to “half brother” once she learned he was a bastard. 

those who are more inclined to a favorable view of sansa, though, might instead read it as “once sansa learned what the word bastard meant, she chose to call me something else.” this reading assumes that a younger, more ignorant sansa called jon a bastard without understanding what she was saying--but changed what she called jon to “half brother” once she did understand.

i tend to believe the second reading is the correct one because it better fits both the context of the quote and the evidence presented by sansa’s own words and actions throughout the series. in terms of evidence, we never witness her calling jon a bastard to his face, whether in her memories, his or anyone else’s--and we do witness her conscious care for courtesy and kindness toward those she interacts with no matter what she thinks of them inwardly. as for the context of the quote, jon thinks this about sansa in the midst of a chapter where people at the wall are repeatedly calling him bastard derisively, as well as the mocking “lord snow.” but the section where the line about sansa appears is a section where he is thinking nostalgically about his siblings back at winterfell. it makes sense that he is missing sansa’s courtesy of not calling him bastard to his face right at that moment.

but i noticed that the pre-released alayne chapter from twow actually subtly gives us sansa’s perspective on the above agot jon quote.

in the chapter, she meets harry hardyng for the first time, and the very first thing he does is call her “littlefinger’s bastard”:

“If it please you, I will show you to your chambers myself.” This time her eyes met Harry’s. She smiled just for him, and said a silent prayer to the Maiden. Please, he doesn’t need to love me, just make him like me, just a little, that would be enough for now.

Ser Harrold looked down at her coldly. “Why should it please me to be escorted anywhere by Littlefinger’s bastard?”

All three Waynwoods looked at him askance. “You are a guest here, Harry,” Lady Anya reminded him, in a frosty voice. “See that you remember that.”

sansa blushes in embarrassment and has to work hard to hold back her tears. she finds his treatment of her hurtful. but why? because a boy she wanted to like her was mean to her? 

well, fortunately for us, sansa herself tells us what is most upsetting her about the interaction, later when she is able to discuss it in private with littlefinger:

“And how was your first meeting with Harry the Heir?”

“He’s horrible.”

“The world is full of horrors, sweet. By now you ought to know that. You’ve seen enough of them.”

“Yes,” she said, “but why must he be so cruel? He called me your bastard. Right in the yard, in front of everyone.”

sansa isn’t upset merely because harry was mean to her. what she is fixated on the most is the cruelty of his calling her bastard to her face in public. she is shocked that someone would be so callously cruel. keep in mind that this is a post-KL arc sansa who, as littlefinger helpfully points out in the same scene, has already experienced many of the world’s horrors. and yet, harry’s behavior here still shocks her.

jon tells us that at a young age, sansa learned what people meant when they called him a bastard, and that changed how she spoke to him. thirteen-year-old sansa tells us she thinks it’s shockingly cruel for a nobleman like harry to publicly call a bastard a bastard. with these two facts in mind, what sense does it make to conclude that younger sansa was going around intentionally reminding jon of his bastard status through her choice of language?

once again, someone inclined to assume the worst of sansa might choose to read her response in the twow chapter as “she can dish it out, but she can’t take it” and see it as her finally learning how her treatment made jon feel. however, in jon’s quote above, he explicitly says that she “never called him anything but ‘my half-brother.’” 

in other words, jon himself tells us that he never heard her call him “bastard,” at least not once she had learned what the word meant. in other words, even if you are assuming the worst of sansa, based on jon’s own testimony, her treatment of him (always calling him “my half-brother”) was better than harry’s treatment of her in the twow scene (calling her a bastard to her face in public). it is also, importantly, better than the treatment jon is receiving from many of his “brothers” at the wall in the scene his quote comes from him.

if we interpret sansa’s decision to call jon “half-brother” through the lens of her twow alayne chapter, i believe it becomes abundantly clear that in the jon scene, he is reminiscing nostalgically about sansa’s kindness in choosing not to call him a bastard. sansa’s choice of “half-brother” was a reflection of her understanding that calling him bastard was shockingly cruel behavior.

[margareturtle]

I’ll never understand why Jamarylily (James+Mary+Lily) isn’t just as popular as Jegulily

(Obvi I do mlm led ships are always more popular than wlw ones but I digress)

But anyways it’s wild that I’ve heard of so many wild ships (rosestarkillerchaser?? Bitchkiller?? Partyvan??) but never seen anyone else bring up JAMARILILY

SO JUST— HEAR ME OUT

You want angst? You want messy? You want drama?? Pining? Jealousy?

Jamarylily has it all no matter how you spin it

Say James and Mary are the most popular in school so it seems inevitable that they’re gonna end up dating and they do and it’s fun bc they’re besties and have good chemistry but the thing is…they’re missing something bc they’re both still in love with Lily!!

Whenever Lily sees them together she can’t decide if she’s more jealous of James or Mary (she’s jealous of both)

When James has given up on dating at hogwarts bc he was so obnoxious 5th year so he’s not trying, but summer going into 7th year he has a massive glowup and then suddenly both Lily and Mary want to go on dates with him. They don’t know about each other and Remus yells at James that he can’t keep doing this and needs to break it off with one of them but James doesn’t want to bc he likes them both.

When Mary and Lily find out about each other they are still mad at James but they’re also in love with each each other so they take him back.

Mary breaks up with Sirius (bc he’s a shitty bf and in love with remus but not willing to admit it) and she wants to get back at him by sleeping with James. James has just broken up with Regulus (bc he’s joining the de) and he wants distraction so he and Mary sleep together and it becomes a usual hookup and eventually they both catch feelings. While at the same time Mary is conflicted bc she has feelings for her best friend and she doesn’t want to be like Sirius was to her with James— but she still does have real feelings for James. Meanwhile James 2nd-5th yr crush on Lily that he thought he was gone is coming back… ft jealous Black Brothers hehe

NO MATTER HOW YOU SPIN IT— they all get together at the same time, marylily is in love first, jily is together first and both in love with mary!!!

ALSO ANGST!!

Halloween 1981 (nevermind that mary would make her bestie Emmeline secretkeeper and it wouldn’t have happened— but I digress)

Mary is a healer at st mungos and she’s working Halloween night— when she gets home dumbledore is there and so is Sirius. Sirius leaves to go after Peter once Mary gets there as he thinks that Harry will be in good hands. But bc of the prophecy and the “blood relative protection spell” Dumbledore needs Harry to go to Petunia and so he obliviates Mary and she moves to America where she never sees Harry again.

Bonus points if Mary just found out she was pregnant but bc she was obliviated she just thinks that her kids father was some one night stand that she had forgotten— meanwhile Harry has a younger half sibling out there that doesn’t even know he exists <3

[annabtg]

Headcanon post: the Sirius & James friendship

It is a well-known and irrefutable fact that James was Sirius's favourite person in the world. However, this sometimes leads people to think that Sirius treated James the way he later treats his new favourite person in the world, Harry - which I completely disagree with.

Sirius is very protective towards Harry, of course he is. Harry is a child, an orphan who was/should have been placed in his care. And at that point in his life, Sirius is a broken and disillusioned man with no other purpose than to care for the person dearest in his heart and at the same time atone for his best friend's death, which he still feels responsible for. Of course he drops everything, fights everyone, risks his life and freedom for Harry. But his relationship with James wasn't - can't have been like that.

Sirius and James are equals. Sirius sees James as a partner in crime, he appreciates his mind and skills; and James sees Sirius the exact same way. They've got each other's back; it's not one protecting the other at all costs. They both have lives at that point, even if one has a family and the other doesn't. (Single people are just as worthy of life as people with families! Follow me for more tips.)

I've said before that I see Sirius and James having an older brother/younger brother dynamic. Sirius has power over James that no one else does, as we see in SWM ("put that away, will you" - "if it bothers you"). He will die for him, but he *will* give him shit before he does. Oldest siblings will know what I'm talking about: you can make your sibling suffer if you feel like it, but Merlin help anyone else who think they can touch them.

Meanwhile, James adores Sirius and looks up to him. He is spoiled and attention-seeking, like a little brother would be, full of himself and stubborn. He won't admit to his faults or ask for help; and Sirius, who grew up under constant pressure and hated every minute of it, would never step up on his own "because he knows better". He is smart enough to know better, but he will never step in front of someone and tell them they're being an idiot. He is the type to let people suffer the consequences of their own actions (see: The Prank).

I think it's telling that, when the Potters are in hiding, it's Lily who asks Sirius to visit James. Sirius shouldn't need to be told to visit James; nobody doubts that Sirius loved James, that he was very concerned about the Potters' situation and he had them in his mind constantly. Yet he steps back and stays away - possibly on Dumbledore's orders (too many visits might draw attention) - while at the same time, James refuses to admit he can't deal with it. Sirius hadn't guessed James would suffer in lockdown? He's known him for ten years at this point, I'm pretty sure he did. And I'm pretty sure they talk often and exchange letters. This, imo, shows that Sirius, where James is concerned (or at this point in his life) is more logical than sentimental. He puts safety and the Order first, and James's feelings (and probably his own too) second.

Tl;dr: while Sirius was utterly devoted to James, I don't agree with the view that his actions always put James's wishes first and foremost. However, he'd do anything to keep him safe; which is why he was so devastated when James died, why he took it personally, and why he took such pains to take care of Harry and keep him safe afterwards.

[rewritingcanon]

If you don’t mind me asking? why do you believe that Slytherin is a terrible house? Draco was an asshole and some of the other Slytherins(Crabbe, Goyle). although throughout the entire series the golden trio were practically bullies to most Slytherins for no reason(more so in the books)? Slytherins at hogwarts were usually mistreated due to their reputation of producing dark wizards, as if Ravenclaw doesn’t have almost just as much 🙏 plus how biased the entire school facility were with Slytherins, honestly i wouldn’t expect Slytherins to act the best when the whole schools against them.

And Slytherins being bullied or mistreated isn’t a new thing, especially by Gryffindors(Ex; Golden trio, marauders, fantastic beasts).

And whats your take on Ron? i’m a bit meh on him, as he was a good friend although i still can’t forget or excuse him

-Bullying first years

-Abusing his Prefect status

-Almost calling Ginny a slut

-abusing Crookshanks

kinda confused a bit because i don’t remember ever calling slytherin a terrible house lol. i’ve said that slytherin was written with the mind to make it a bad house, with all its characters being pretty morally bleak. hp is not supposed to be very morally complex, all the work in that is mostly credited to fandom.

as readers, we’re positioned to sympathise with the golden trio being mean to slytherin characters more because they have the moral leverage of not being blood purists or terrorists. maybe harry had no reason to go after them at first, but hermione definitely had as a muggleborn, and ron was constantly getting slandered for either being poor or a blood traitor. granted, this was all mostly from draco. the other slytherins are one-dimensional characters who serve as his lackeys, there’s not one that’s properly fleshed out except maybe severus snape and even that’s iffy for a lot of fans.

yes, ravenclaws did have death eaters, but not to the same extent that slytherin was producing them. most death eater characters have unconfirmed houses, the only ravenclaw we actually know to be a death eater is quirrel and thats it. so they’re actually tying with the amount of death eaters gryffindor produces (pettigrew), not slytherin. everyone else— lestranges, blacks, malfoys, crabbes, snape etc— are slytherins. this is unsurprising as salazar slytherin literally wanted to gatekeep his house from progressive and inclusive ideals.

i have many gripes with the oppressive world jkr has written— i don’t think she understands how oppression operates because i agree with what you say about most of the hogwarts staff treating the slytherins like shit. in reality, the ones who are oppressed should be the ones discriminated against, but in the hpverse you see the oppressors getting treated badly. im not saying i think slytherins should be presented as the oppressed, its just horrid writing on her part.

i really like ron, i think he’s a really well fleshed-out character with realistic flaws and a good arc. i cant remember when he bullied first years and i don’t remember him abusing his prefect status in any extremely terrible way that would lower my opinion of him. i do remember him almost slut-shaming ginny, and though i think it was terrible of him i also think it was a realistic thing to say from an older brother to a younger sister in the 90s. i have a younger brother and you should clock some of the arguments we’ve had over the years in the 2020s. it’s within the same vein. ginny was pressing on ron’s sore spots as little siblings do, and ron was attempting to compensate by biting back in any way he could. it was realistic to me. and its been a while since i read the books but ron bitching about crookshanks read as comedic. granted, i was like 11 years old when i read them, but i remember thinking it was justified because to ron, crookshanks was literally trying to kill his pet. he’s not going to be chill around something thats tried to eat his rat multiple times. when someone is attacking your pet, you get scared and angry and try to fight back in defence of your pet because you want to deter that animal from trying anything like that again. they obviously can’t understand you if you simply lecture them. i once had to do something similar (i did not physically fight anything though LOL) when i got a new cat, and our neighbour’s cat would constantly attack and injure him every time we let him outside. and that was a cat v cat, this is a little mouse versus crookshanks 😭😭

[whinlatter]

Also how do you think ginny and Harry's marital life was? Did they get married early?Did Ginny sometimes resent her husband's profession? As a couple do you think they fought often?

Thanks so much for always replying to all the asks so wonderfully! You're so amazing!!!

I think Harry and Ginny's marital life was happy, of course! I think their marriage was a singular source of stability and renewing joy throughout their adult lives. (can you imagine if I was like... nah, it was garbage, divorce)

Without further ado... here's too many words and thoughts on Harry and Ginny's married life and careers, and some fic recs that have helped shape how I think about it dotted throughout. Come for the twee house descriptions, stay for the rant about neoliberal feminism at the end I guess!

On married life and the Potter household:

I love the idea of the Potters presiding over this ramshackle chaos household in big house near the sea, with a great big garden and treehouse for their kids and the cousins and various pets to maraud about all over the place. I actually think quite a lot about the house they'd be in. I love the idea of them building it from scratch, a big house with modern comforts but rustic, cosy, English country features, more horizontal than vertical (kind of farm/barn conversion vibes). In my mind, their house has lots of light, lots of beams and soft wood furnishings, and then a few quirky features and colours that are all Ginny's idea (Luna paints beautiful murals on each of the kids' walls). I imagine their house has lots of big windows with window seats so the adults can sit out and watch the kids play outside. I think the kitchen/dining room would be the heart of the house. Harry's doing the cooking, Ginny's writing at the table, kids are streaming in and out, it's just a real thoroughfare of teenagers and family friends and grandparents streaming through with the wireless on.

On marrying and having kids young:

I do really think Harry and Ginny got married early and had kids young. As I get older I only get more ok with that as a timescale for them. I think the intensity of their wartime experiences, their very involved role as godparents to Teddy (especially thinking maybe it might be nice for Teddy to have younger god-siblings), and their family reference points (both being from families where marrying young is quite normal, and where babies and toddlers are increasingly around a lot) are all factors that lend themselves to these two locking in in their early twenties. The pieces I love most on their marriage/babies etc are all ones that have a lot of humour and spontaneity and walk this gorgeous line between flippancy and total certainty - acesofdiamond's version of their wedding in Arran, Scotland, is canon to me, and also quickfire by flagpoles, on them having a shotgun wedding, is just so so so good and so them.

On Harry's career:

I think Ginny would understand why Harry chose the career he did, but I think it would be a source of tension for them. I'm thinking a lot about this at the minute for some writing (👀), but I think Harry as an adult would have to confront the fact that he intends to keep choosing to get back in the arena and fight Dark magic, this thing he does it to keep the people he loves safe but that also asks so much of the same loved ones who have to watch him do it. I think Ginny would try to push him to see that, but I don't think those would be easy conversations, and I do think it would be one of the things they argue most about on the occasions when they do, properly, fight. On the day to day, things they bicker over include: whose fault it is that the house is a mess (obviously it's both of them, plus the three messy children those two messy kids created); whose fault it is that the Potters are literally always late to everything (Harry blames Ginny, Ginny says the only reason he was ever on time before was because of Hermione, and he chose not to marry the punctual one so he just has to lump it); and Ginny losing her wand around the house/not keeping her wand on her (it takes Harry a long time to say it, but he's always just thinking of James on the sofa the night he died).

On Ginny's career:

I know this is a bit controversial, but I'm honestly happy with the idea of Ginny quitting playing professional Quidditch young. I think she quits after she has James, or maybe between Albus and Lily, so by the time she's about twenty four, twenty five. This is a bit of a soapbox one for me, and maybe one day I'll write about it in some form, but I think there's quite a lot to be said for freeing yourself from being accountable to career decisions and dreams you once had for yourself when you were seventeen, especially career plans that served as escape hatches from traumatic teen years (for the same reason, I like the idea of Ron quitting the Aurors after a few years). I think, as teenagers, we imagine futures for versions of ourselves we haven't met yet. Renegotiating your hopes and aspirations for yourself can be a real sign of growth; holding yourself hostage to who you thought you'd be can make you very miserable.

Relatedly, I do think Ginny in her mid-twenties might have a different relationship to her playing Quidditch than she has a teen. I think lot of her wanting to play professionally is about her having something to prove (I have also totally adopted the headcanon from this fantastic piece on Ginny wanting to be outdoors and in the air as a rejection of the chamber). It feels right to me that Ginny might reconsider her attitude to physical risk and injury by her mid-twenties, particularly if her children are watching her play an extremely dangerous sport week-in week out. I also think she might reconsider how much time she wants to spend away from her family. I wonder if Ginny would also develop a different relationship to the sport outside of a school context, especially the press scrutiny and the big business of sport on the outside. We know that when she quits playing, it's not the end of her professional life, and I think her writing about the sport, and being a voice in the culture of the sport but also in the Wizarding World at large, makes a ton of sense for her. But I think it's good to change jobs because what you want for yourself changes, and I really think it's not a feminist failing to want to spend time with your family and to look for jobs that are interesting and help give your life meaning but that also let you have a family life. It's boardroom girlboss neoliberal nonsense feminism that says wanting to spend time with your friends and family is less of a route to happiness than climbing up some horrendous hyper-individualist career ladder in pursuit of success (especially, in Ginny's case, in professional sport, where careers only ever end on a downturn).

Thank you anon for wanting to hear me bang on about all of this!

Fics mentioned here include:

dancing on to your heartbeat by aceofdiamonds - H/G wedding fic

quick-fire by flagpoles - H/G proposal and pregnancy fic

Little Sugar Men by dopeythedwarf - H/G, on Ginny and flying

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Sirius was 16 when Regulus was born, and ran away when Regulus was only a couple of months old. He and James are happily married and have a son together, Harry (who was born 1980, like canon).

One day Sirius is visited by a Wizard Solicitor with a Will telling him that he’s inherited half of the Black fortune, and is now also has custody of his younger brother, who is a about 8 at this point.

Sirius assumed that his brother had been the perfect child for his parents, he expects a blood-purist spoiled brat — instead he’s got a child who’s abuse makes his own (which was already severe) seem like nothing.

Just Sirius feeling guilt for abandoning Regulus, feeling responsible for his abuse, and he and James trying to give him the best life possible — and Harry being adorable, and Regulus and him becoming the best brothers, which makes Sirius feel complicated feelings.

((A/N: Mentions of child abuse))

Anger and discomfort. That's what Sirius felt when his father pushed a week-old baby into his arms and said, "Hold him until your mother gets back."

The new baby, his new brother, sixteen years younger than him, Regulus, whimpers pathetically. He tries to rearrange his arms so the baby won't start screaming, but does he know anything about babies? He's never really been around one before. This is maybe the second time he's held one, and he would've been happier if it had stayed at one.

"Why can't you bloody hold him?" Sirius asks as Orion backs away. "He's your stupid son."

"As are you," Orion replies dryly, a familiar angry glint in his eye. "So do as I say and hold your sodding brother while I get a drink." He leaves, long strides taking him from the room far faster than Sirius can chase after him. He doesn't like the fact that he has a sibling now or that he's supposed to wait here until Walburga gets in-- whenever that's supposed to be-- but he doesn't want to bash the baby's head into the door, so he has to stop following their father and wait in the room as requested.

He sighs, gives the door an impotent kick, then gingerly makes his way to a chair. It's easier to hold a baby while sitting, right? He's heard that somewhere. Maybe, if he's lucky, Regulus will stay asleep. Or is he awake and just not crying? It's hard to tell which when his face is so scrunched up. Sirius isn't sure. As long as he's quiet though, he doesn't care.

He knows what a new sibling means. His parents didn't say it in as many words, but they didn't need to; he knows that he's a disappointment to them. He's said a hundred times (to James), that if they could replace him, they would. And now they have.

His parents don't like each other. They don't have sex for fun. They purposefully conceived Regulus so that, once Sirius is gone, they'll have a new heir. Sirius knows that he won't be here much longer. It's a toss up whether he runs or they throw him out. He thinks he's going to run; he'll be able to pack all of his things that way.

He glances down at the (thankfully) still quiet baby in his arms and hates him, just a little bit. Right now, he's fine. He's a baby. He doesn't have personality, he's trying to figure out going to sleep and eating when he's hungry. But when he grows up? Sirius turned out alright, in spite of their parents. Regulus probably won't turn out the same. Andromeda noted to him once, in the corner of one of their family gatherings, "It's fifty-fifty if one of us isn't utter shite. It's like, you and I turned out good, so Bellatrix and Narcissa have to be piss." Sirius laughed, knowing the truth in her words; Uncle Alphard, present but apart from the others like they were, was a clear sign. They could turn out good, but it wasn't a guarantee.

If Sirius is fine, then what does that mean for the future of this newborn baby? He'll grow up under Walburga and Orion's watchful eyes and the 'benefit' of hindsight that raising Sirius will have given them.

Sirius will grow to hate him. That stir of anger, to that future, to their parents, is still there. "Sorry, mate," he whispers. Angry or not, he pities him.

*

There's a knock on the door, and James answers. "Hullo. Erm, can I help you?"

"I'm a solicitor, my name is Joe Byrne." He holds a business card out. It's a deep green, almost black but its colour is visible from the sunlight shining on the doorstep. "I'm here to speak to Sirius Potter."

James takes the card and glances down at it. The sigil stamped to the background and the skate of magic underlining his information like an errant drop of water mean he's old money-- which means he's likely connected to the Black family. "I don't know what business you could have with him."

"I presume you're his husband, James Potter?"

"That's correct."

"Mr. Potter, are you aware that his mother recently passed?"

"Yes-" it was in The Prophet "-but she disowned him. I know children are usually in the will even if they're estranged, but this isn't a usual situation."

Mr. Byrne doesn't appear bothered by this. "The will has been read. What Walburga Black may or may not have done to disown your husband in a social manner wasn't reflected legally, so I need to speak with him."

James knows he's being overprotective by thinking anyone connected with the Black's-- even professionally-- is bad for Sirius. So he swallows it down, tucks the card in his pocket, and says, "Okay. Please, come in. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Please. Thank you."

James waves his wand to get things started in the kitchen and leads Mr. Byrne to an armchair. They're both quiet as he sits. Another wave of his wand brings the teapot out, the tray and cups trailing behind it. He can't remember if it's polite to pour for him or not; it's been so long since he tried to be proper, and that was occasionally, not all the time. Bloody hell, he shouldn't care about this, and he doesn't, really, but he's nervous. Sirius's parents are an old scar, but they are a scar. What's the point in putting pressure on that scar again? For a single galleon that his mother left, just to spite him? "Go ahead," he says, motioning to the tea service, "and I'll go get Sirius."

Mr. Byrne thanks him, so even if it was a mistake, it's a small one.

James isn't looking forward to this. To any part of this. He didn't even want to let the solicitor in, but now he has to tell Sirius that he's here, and he likes that less. He heads to the backyard, where they were soaking in the sun for a few hours while Harry's at the Longbottom's.

Sirius glances over when he walks out, then frowns. "You alright?"

"There's a solicitor here for you. From Walburga."

"I don't imagine we'd have anything to discuss."

"I said the same to him, but he claims you're in the will." James holds out a hand to him and tries to smile. "Best to get it over with."

Sirius sighs but agrees, taking his hand and joining him inside.

Mr. Byrne introduces himself to Sirius before opening his briefcase and removing a sizeable folder. "I apologize for coming to your home to discuss this, but my letters didn't receive any response and certain matters need to be taken care of quickly."

"We received quite a bit of post after her death," James says by way of apology. None of the letters were welcome; they'd burned the lot of it without sifting through to check senders.

"I understand," he replies, accepting. Then he looks to Sirius. "In summary, you are now the Head of the Black family. There's quite a bit of details to get through in relation to that, but we can schedule an appointment for that if you prefer. The most urgent matter is that of your younger brother, one Regulus Black. Since your mother's death, he's been staying with a member of S.U.B.S., but the hope is to transfer him into your custody as quickly as possible. There are a few forms I need your signature on, and then you'll be his legal guardians." Mr. Byrne is very efficient about the whole matter. As he's speaking, he retrieves a quill and inkwell from his briefcase. By the time he's done, the inkwell is unstoppered, and the corresponding forms are facing Sirius and James.

Two minutes ago, they had a three year old and struggled with that. Now they're being told they have to raise another kid, one who's older and they've never met.

Sod everything.

*

Sirius and James have a certain idea what Regulus will be like. Sirius was raised in that house, he knows what life was like before he went to Hogwarts, and Regulus is eight. He was snooty and cold and unused to anything like James and Sirius as they are now; Regulus will be the same, possibly worse.

The first glimpse they get of Regulus makes them rethink that assumption.

The first conversation they try to have with him crushes that assumption beneath a harsh hammer and grinds it up afterwards. At first, Regulus is too loud, too aggressive. Then, he's quiet, almost not daring to breathe, and he shrinks away like he expects pain. When none comes, he flees to the loo with a murmured excuse.

"That's not normal," Sirius whispers to James. They need to talk about it, but he doesn't want Regulus to overhear. And, given what just happened, he doesn't want to go too far from him.

"Definitely not," James whispers back. "D'you think they hurt him?"

"That's what it looked like, but it doesn't make any sense. They wanted to make him the perfect son to replace me." He shakes his head. "This doesn't follow."

"Maybe he's skittish from losing his parents and living with strangers," James says, but he doesn't sound like he believes it.

Sirius doesn't believe it either, but he says, "Yeah. Maybe."

*

"Are you going to lock me in the basement?" Regulus asks one day over lunch.

Sirius wishes Harry weren't here for this, and James wishes that there was a warning before someone asked something so horrible like that.

"There's no basement," Harry informs him. "Uncle Peter's house has a basement, but he says I can't go in." He's too young to understand the horrible implications in Regulus’s question. To him, it's a question on the same level as 'can I go in Dad's potion lab' or 'can we have dinner early today'.

James tries to smile. "Right. Like Harry said, no basement. I don't know why we'd do something like that to you anyways."

"The full moon is tomorrow night."

His stomach sinks, because that didn't sound like a different topic, and he doesn't want to ask, but he has to. Sirius braces himself and asks, "Why is that important?"

"They put me in the basement for my transformations."

He blinks. "Transformations?"

"When I become a wolf." Regulus said it as if this was information they already knew.

Sirius and James both force themselves not to react; there's no point in making him think it's a bad reaction. "Right. You don't have to do that anymore, we have something else worked out." They'll have to figure it out tonight. It'll be easy, since they can both transform and keep him company, but finding a suitable location will be a bit of a challenge-- and finding someone to mind Harry while they were both gone, helping Regulus, won't be easy because of the short notice. 

*

"I should've taken Regulus with me when I ran away from my parents," Sirius says, staring up at the ceiling and hating himself for something eight years past. From the corner of his eye, he can see James pause.

"You're not blaming yourself, are you?"

He says nothing.

James sighs, a quiet, sad thing, and pads over to the bed. He sits and places a hand on Sirius's shoulder. "We were sixteen. We couldn't have raised a kid."

"We would've figured it out," Sirius says stubbornly. He's convinced that it's true. They had Harry a little earlier than was wise, but they had each other, so they were able to get through it. It would've been the same with Regulus; they would've been scared and stressed with juggling everything, but they would've managed it.

James lays down. He throws one leg over Sirius's and curves his arm to smush between them so he can hold his hand. He should probably look up at the ceiling with him, but instead he stares at Sirius. His jaw is set, eyes tight, and he's glaring at the red paint like it's done him wrong. "I know you feel bad for him. I do too, but there's nothing we could have done-"

"We could've helped," Sirius cuts in, voice hard.

Mm. He isn't going to make this easy, is he? James keeps himself from sighing again, knowing it'll only make Sirius more defensive. "Okay. Humour me. You're sixteen, and you show up at my house with a baby in your arms. My parents let you and Regulus both live there. We-"

"I know that it wouldn't have been easy with Hogwarts, but-"

James is the one to cut him off this time. "I wasn't talking about Hogwarts, I was talking about Walburga and Orion. If you'd brought him with you, that would be kidnapping. Do you really think they'd let that slide? The law would've been on their side, and they would've wanted him back."

"They treated him like rubbish!" Sirius says, turning his head to glare at James instead of the ceiling. "He's a werewolf; they wouldn't have raised a finger."

"He wasn't a werewolf back then."

A retort is on the tip of his tongue, but he hesitates when that penetrates his fog of guilt and self-recrimination. James is right; Regulus wasn't a werewolf. He doesn't know when he was bitten, but it had to be after he left. "I still think I should've been able to do something," he eventually says, feeling helpless and hating it.

"You didn't know. And it doesn't seem like anyone else knows; they kept it locked down. All we can do is focus on how much better parents we're going to be to him," James says with a grin.

Sirius snickers. "Yeah. Doesn't sound like it'll be hard."

"We'll blow them out of the water."

*

Harry thinks it's fun to have Regulus around. Where James and Sirius are sometimes too busy to play with him exactly the way he wants, Regulus is always free-- and, importantly, always willing. Regulus and Harry both are enjoying the novelty of living with someone close to them in age. Hell, Regulus is enjoying playing. So much of it, he seems to be experiencing for the first time (like he's never had a playmate), but sometimes he does act the five years older than Harry that he is, knowing what Harry wants before he says a word.

It's pretty damn cute no matter which way he's acting. He talks more now, which is a marked improvement on when he first moved in. He doesn't fully trust Sirius and James yet, but they've got plenty of time to build off that, and he does trust them a little. He doesn't expect for them to berate him over nothing; he doesn't expect for them to lock him away on full moons or when he gets 'too annoying'. James gets frustrated with the slow pace sometimes, hating that Sirius has to remind him that baby steps are the only way they'll make progress. Raising Harry is, by comparison, easy. He's known them his whole life, never had reason to doubt that they'll be there for him or keep him safe. Dealing with raising both of them at the same time, with these differing viewpoints, isn't easy, but they're surviving.

Regulus and Harry wore themselves out playing. Sirius, as Padfoot, joined the fun, and he's feeling lethargic as they head inside. When he curls up to take a nap, Harry joins him automatically, pillowing his head on thick fur. When Regulus sees the way Sirius doesn't shake him off, he joins them, arm over Harry and head resting on Padfoot's gently moving chest.

James comes home, takes a photograph before any of them can wake, then tiptoes around the house, wanting them to have as much peace as they can. It's not an easy family, not one he ever thought they'd have, but it's good. Regulus fits in, taking on the role of Harry's brother, with Sirius more like a father.

[bitterballofsunshine]

The Eternal Issue of Lord Black: Drarry Edition

Okay so I just noticed something and it’s been bugging me for ages and idk if this is legit or if I’m just plain stupid. Or if someone's already talked about this. I am solely basing my knowledge on fanfics/fandom wiki and what little I remember from canon so, meh.

Assuming that the Black Family has a title such as Lord (or Lady) Black, wouldn’t that go to Draco? I know that some fanfictions depict Harry as Lord Black....

....but here’s the thing.

I think Lordship goes from parent to child or sibling to sibling in an instance where a Lord or Lady doesn’t have children. But if the Lord or Lady left a will stating that they wished the inheritance to go to someone else, then that will would be followed. Which is why it’s acceptable that Sirius left a will saying that everything should go to Harry. BUT…..

In most of the fanfictions where Draco gets disowned by Lucius, it means that he no longer inherits anything. Not the title or the manor or the Gringotts vaults. So, if that’s what disowning entails then neither Sirius nor Andromeda gets any of the Black inheritance. So, even if Sirius left a will, it wouldn’t (couldn’t) include Black property since Sirius didn’t have the rightful ownership to any. (Even if Sirius was proven to not be a criminal, he was disowned for different reasons, which still stood.)

So, if we go down the family line;

Orion Black is depicted as Lord Black in many places but he in fact had an elder sister, Lucretia Black, who married Ignatius Prewett (Molly’s uncle). But apparently, she wasn’t disowned for it

so if we follow normal inheritance laws, she was Lady Black until she died in 1992.

She outlived Orion (died in 1979) so Orion technically never became Lord Black to begin with. But after Lucretia Balck’s death (since she had no children), the inheritance should go to her sibling….

Orion Black, who is dead.

Then, since he has children, his sons.

Sirius Black, disowned. So, it wouldn’t matter if he had children. We move on to his sibling.

Regulus Black, dead. But if he had children, they would’ve inherited it, but he didn’t. So, I think we go to Cygnus Black (Orion and Lucretia’s younger brother).

[Update: I'm sorry, not younger brother, it's younger cousin. In which case, Walburga would come before Cygnus but when Lucretia died, Cygnus was the only one left so, this changes nothing.]

He died the same year as Lucretia, but there’s no date. So, he could’ve been Lord Black for a short amount of time.

After him, his children.

Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black, dead. (She was Lady Black while in Azkaban after her father’s death though) Didn’t have any children, so we go to her sibling.

Andromeda Tonks, disowned. Doesn’t inherit anything herself so she can’t give anything to Nymphadora.

So, we go to Cygnus’s next (and last) daughter, Narcissa.

She’s alive at the end of canon so she technically becomes Lady Black.

She wasn’t disowned so after her, according to inheritance laws (??), Draco becomes Lord Black.

Or maybe I’m missing some important thing here? If spouses are also in line for inheritance, then after Lucretia, it could be Ignatius Prewett. After whom the inheritance would still jump back to Orion (since they don’t have children and Lucretia’s family blood is priority), then Walburga, Sirius, Regulus, Cygnus, Druella Black (Cygnus’s wife), Bellatrix, Rodolphus Lestrange (also dead, I think?), Narcissa, Lucius, Draco…and maybe then Harry.

BUT, is some instances in actual world history, when a Lord or Lady was named for a family, whomever they married took the other title, meaning that a married couple was always the Lord and Lady of the House. (Which actually makes sense) It didn’t mean that inheritance laws changed. If a father is the Lord by blood, and the mother is the Lady since she married him, then after the father’s passing, the mother is no longer Lady. The title moves on to her children and whomever they marry.

So, Narcissa becomes Lady Black by blood (and Lady Malfoy through marriage) and Lucius becomes Lord Black through marriage. Then when Draco becomes Lord Black after Narcissa’s passing, Harry (I’m not going for canon here, I’m going for drarry) becomes Lord Black too.

Also just realised that Draco is both Lord Black and Lord Malfoy through blood.

Did I even make sense?

This is a goldmine for post-war drarry fanfictions though. And for jegulus fics as well.

Imagine Regulus becoming Lord Black after Aunt Lucretia died and James becomes Lord Black too... Sirius just sitting there like

[new-berry]

I think the only Jude/Gavi fic that appealed to me was one where Jude finds gavi in a church in Sevilla. It was called Dawn Chorus (I think) by an anonymous writer. It was really well written. I know it’s one of the more popular pairing currently but I just can’t get into it

I have read so many! I vaguely remember that one. But they feel a bit like, I know why, takeaway food? And it’s not that a lot of them aren’t hot, they are hot! I just… why is he driving six hours to visit someone? I remember one where they were trying to make each other jealous by both flirting with other people in a bar in Miami, I enjoyed that one.

I guess I see Jude as being someone who has media polished and trained and who is a little calculating. And the thing is, under it I think he is a decent hard working person. Much like I see Harry Kane as fundamentally a dad -with all the kindness and love that has, and also the responsibility and patrician role that implies- I see Jude as someone who is an older brother. The implicit responsibility and role model and grow up quickly that includes. (I am a younger sibling. It’s way better.)

But he also grew up with the media and the cycle of build them up break them down. And he’s a black Englishman. It’s not like he doesn’t see exactly how the media treat black men and the standards they are held do. And the icky (being generous) way fans talk about black players.

I have always assumed there was a reason he picked Germany and then Spain. I don’t blame him for not wanting to sit in England being slandered every other week.

Anyway to end my ramble, I like fics (and clearly I do I personally write them) where there are cracks in the facade. When he’s had to do a media junket and pretend he gives a fuck about the Beatles and that he has a favourite song. Or when he’s asked if players can be nicer to all fans when someone has called one of his team mates a monkey for the 100th time.

ANYWAY and also Jude has a fanon persona of like a dominant big guy who like has possessive kinky “I’m going make you mine” sex with a smaller player so I know that Gavi is pretty much Y/N but that is one of the reasons I LIKE Gavi /Jude so much. In my heart fanfic should always include people writing down and working out their fantasy. And like, yeah Jude is objectivity hot. I get wanting to fuck (get fucked) by him. So I will also have affection for people just wanting to bone him.

This was all over the place. No sorries! I like fanfic ramble and I encourage you to pick a fic ramble as well.

[sugutoad]

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HARRY POTTER FAMILY ANALYSIS 

Your Significant Other

I match you up with Sirius Black. I think I explained quite a few times and why this ship is almost perfect in the my eyes, so I’ll just leave the links of previous matchups with him for reference:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Atiya Black

Let’s begin with the kids shall we? Meet your oldest daughter — Atiya Black — the coolest sister to exist. She was actually born even before the wedding ever took place. She has the hope of a future marriage that will stay strong.  Two years older than Harry Potter, she was in her 3rd year when the boy who lived joined Hogwarts. To the joy of the Black family, Atiya was sorted into Gryfindorr and Sirius may or may not have been jumping up and down in happiness. He never really liked Slytherins as they reminded him too much of his family and he was always the black swan because of his House, but now his pride and joy is following his step. She is pretty and she knows it! You know who else knows it? Cedric Diggory. Despite being a year older than her, he was so quickly captivated by Sirius’s eldest daughter. I feel like she would be a part of the Quidditch team as a catcher and after Oliver left, he wanted Atiya to become the new captain, but she already had too many responsibilities and passed it to Harry Potter. 

James Black

Next on the list is James Black - the local emo. At first glance, he looks a bit intimidating to most. But can you blame them? He inherited the majority of the Black family’s appearance and height, alongside their scary aura. But behind that, he is actually a big sweetheart who spends the majority of his time reading in the library. Because of this habit, he almost knows everything and is fluent in multiple languages. He has an extreme thirst for knowledge — the main reason for the sorting hat to sort him into Ravenclaw just like one of his dads. His favourite class is definitely charms and he loathes astrology because it doesn’t make proper sense to him, where are the facts and rules? He has a little white cat that is usually coddled up in his lap, named Toru. He attends Hogwarts in the same year as Harry, though he tries to avoid the boy who lived most of the time and has a quiet life. He is currently going through his 5th girlfriend, Daphne Greengrass (much to Sirius’s disappointment)

Julia Black

Our preppy teenager, Julia Black! Is she normal? No. But compared to the rest of the Black family? She is extremely normal. She is almost always up in everyone’s business and shares gossip all the time. But she actually means good. She might me a bit mean at times but her dads raised her to be respectful towards others. Like one of her brothers, she wastes lots of her money on buying clothes for herself. She really wanted to be a seeker in the Slytherin quidditch team, but they didn’t accept female players. Julia was so mad when she heard that and even barged into Snape’s office, demanding that he change that rule. Unfortunately, that only got her in detention. She is extremely picky with her taste in men and it took her until she met Theodore Nott, who somehow made her heart skip a beat just by his gaze. Sirius was so upset when he learned that she got sorted into Slytherin. It just reminded him too much of his family, but he knows Julia’s heart is in the right place. She is a year younger than Harry.

Joshua Black

Joshua Black sometimes doesn’t feel like a Black. He is extremely anxious and introverted, especially compared to his family. While his family members tend to be reckless, he prefers to stay in the back and mind his own business. He doesn’t want to become a great wizard, professor or auror like his siblings. He wants to become a healer, to create potions and spells that can cure almost everything. In his later years at Hogwarts, he became Headboy and the prefect for Slytherin. But don’t take his timid and reserved personality too seriously because he is intelligent, secretly charming and extremely cunning. He is almost 3 steps ahead of everyone and knows exactly how to manipulate people with compliments and smiles. When Sirius looks at Joshua, he sees Regulus too much. He is literally Uncle Regulus’s and Aunt Anna’s favourite nephew. He is the same age as Julia because not only were both of them early babies, but their parents conceived him almost as soon as Julia was born. But because of this, his birthday is really late (December) while his sister was born in February. He isn’t with anyone as of now, but everyone wants to be with him.

Haruka Black 

Enter the twins! Haruka Black was the older one. She is so creative. Not only is she amazing at art, but she was taught how to play multiple instruments as a kid, blessed with an angelic voice and she is an extremely good actress. She has a photo genetic memory and has all of Shakespeare’s plays memorised by heart, quietly muttering scenes before falling asleep as routine. Another part of her sleep routine is eating from her secret collection of sweets — a huge perk for having her own room. And much to Jaxrel’s dismay, she eats those sweets before dinner despite not being allowed to. She has ADHD and autism, but she doesn’t let anyone hold that against her. Despite having a sweet face, her clothing style is heavily inspired by Lolita and Goth. She has the biggest crush on Cedric, the prefect of her house — Hufflepuff. He always used to help her with studies and she just fell for him. Unfortunately, he is way too old and is currently dating her older sister. She was actually so pissed when Julia told her that she caught Atiya and Cedric entering an empty classroom. Atiya was so confused when Haruka did not speak to her for the rest of the week. 

Theo Black

Enter the younger twin - Theo Black. Unlike his twin sister who excels in the art section of life, he dominates the sports section in his family. Theo and Haruka. Haruka and Theo. They may be so different, but they are never seen without one another. He loves to annoy his siblings, but he will literally get so mad if you ever hurt his siblings. He doesn’t really get physical, but rather he is verbally aggressive and will slander you so hard that you would want to bawl your eyes out.  He looks up to the Marauders A LOT. He remakes their pranks just to annoy the Head of his house, Gryffindor. He has a really pretty face, but he is always so angry and pissed about the smallest things that are ruined (kind of like Bakugou). He wakes up so early and gets bored easily, so he wakes up everyone else in the house. They literally hate when he does that. Only one who knows about Haruka’s crush and bullies the shit of her. But when he found her crying, he sat down with her, offered her ice cream and watched anime with her.

Muhammad Black

Rich boy Muhammad Black time! But seriously, he uses his father’s money a lot. Sometimes he even brings up his family name in situations even though he knows he shouldn't use his last name to help him. Don’t worry though. He can normally handle almost any situation himself. No one really knows how he does it, but they let the youngest boy of the house do whatever he wants. He is the third child in his family to get sorted into Slytherin and he knows of his father’s hate towards that house yet Muhammad holds that house precious to himself. Like most of his siblings, he can speak them more than one language — Arabic and English in his case. He has a slight Middle Eastern accent. He is excellent at Defense the Dark Arts. Originally, he wanted to go to Drumstrang,  but his parents refused to send him so far away in a place they barely know of.

Sakura Black

The baby of the house - Sakura Black. She is literally her dad and Atiya’s favourite child/sibling even when they insist they don’t have any. She is an identical copy to Jaxrel in everything. She is fluent in many languages, plays instruments, maintains her appearance and has a wide range of styles. She may be confident, but she is extremely sensitive and cries easily. She is easily the sassiest Hufflepuff to exist. She is a master of spells. Her spells leave everyone baffled, even her family because who even taught her all those skills? The secret is Samuel. Samuel is a creature created by dark shadows that has been around her ever since she was born. Samuel teaches her a lot of magic, though he keeps quiet and rarely talks. He would kill for her without a single thought unless she tells him not to. In that case, he would stay quiet and scare the person instead. No one is really sure how Samuel came to be, but some say that some curse was placed on her by Bellatrix or another death eater. She is currently low key in love with a muggle and tries everything to get her attention.

Raising a Child — before, during and after Sirius’s prisonment period 

Sirius was only present during the birth of Atiya and James actually. But when Atiya was 3 and with James at 1, Sirius was falsely accused and sent to azkaban for helping Voldemort

Before that, Sirius and Jaxrel would spoil their kids non stop. Want a horse? Sure. Want a castle that looks like the one in Barbie? We’ll see what we can do

Atiya was harder to raise than James. Even as infants, Atiya would always climb on things and eat things that don’t belong in her mouth. James on the other hand was definitely more quiet and it was pretty concerning. 

Ok, don’t hate me, but I feel like the other kids would only be born in a happy au where Sirius never went to Azkaban. Especially if you want them in a similar generation as Harry. And after Azkaban, a part of Sirius would be to scared to have another kid because he is worried that he will leave them again

While he was away, Jaxrel tried everything to prevent her kids from forgetting memories of Sirius. He would place photos in their rooms and tell them memories 

Raising two kids was definitely hard. Both of her were different from one another and Jaxrel tried to make sure that both of her were always happy in their own way, but also educate them on certain aspects 

Sirius coming back was such a huge change. Both the kids and Jaxrel haven’t seen him in 12 years and all of a sudden he comes into their life? Well, they gladly accepted him with open arms. At that time, Atiya was 15 and James was 13

Include lots of tears and jokes ~

It felt awkward at first, Sirius almost felt like a guest at his house. But over time, things started moving along and he settled down again 

He would definitely sit with his kids and listen to them talk about what he missed. He was actually supportive of Atiya when he learned she had a boyfriend. She was old enough and could choose what she wants 

He plays quidditch with Atiya and jokes around with James

Overall, a really sweet family 

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Black Family: Honestly, none of them really cared when Sirius announced both his marriage and the birth of his children. They were never really involved in his life before and I doubt that would change. In any case, they despise him even more for not settling with the bride they chose for him. Andromeda was the only one who came to his wedding and would come over once in a while. And at some point, Regulus would come over out of the blue to spoil the kids and stay for dinner. 

Marauders: They literally love all your kids. Each one of them is a godparent to at least 1 of the kids, in some cases, 2 kids. James would definitely teach all the kids his pranks. Lily is the wine aunt who is low key pissed out of everyone all the time and scolds James for guiding the kids on the ‘wrong’ path. Remus is so scared he is going to hurt the kids by accident. Whenever he would hold them when they were younger, his hands would literally be shaking. I feel like Peter always arrives with like 30 pounds of sweets for each kid (much to Haruka’s delight)

Family Dinner and Date Nights

Family dinners are so chaotic! At least 6 different dishes are always made each day because everyone has their own pick of foods. Occasionally, the younger kids would throw the food around.

Samuels presence makes everything worse. Imagine trying to eat as some sort of creature watches over all your movements? Luckily, the family is already used to it and barely react 

Everyone is speaking over one another about their day or gossiping in Julia’s case. Occasionally, Haruka and Theo would start stopping on one another’s foot and start complaining to Jaxrel

Family dinners actually happen often despite the size of the family and their different schedules. They try to figure out a time that they can sit down together 

Dater Nights are almost impossible to have with like 8 kids in the house. Usually, Regulus and Anna would come over and take care of the kids while Sirius and Jaxrel go out

But even during the night, a part of them is constantly thinking about their kids. It’s a bad habit they both developed ever since Atiya was born 

Date nights are often start at their favourite restaurant and they go on a small walk in the dark, hands intertwined, as they exchange jokes 

It is during those nights, where they can truly act like teenagers again and not like the stressed adult they are. 

[thereisnolumos]

People who drink the love ron weasley kool-aid annoy me. Kid Ron(1-3) maybe I understand, but in later books he's just an asshole who never grows. Draco Malfoy had better character development than him and Jk Rowling hated Draco. And don't give me that "but he was poor and had all those brothers" bullshit. I call bullshit. Especially in books 6 and 7. Ron was the worst in those two.

Everyone who cry about him being “poor” and that being the reason for his personality problems annoy me. They were all poor, none of his brothers grew up to be as envious and assholish as him. First, and it’s something that bothered me the entire time, how poor are they? They have their own house that fits their ginormous family, they have enough money for the cuisine Molly constantly cooks, and it’s not just something to fill themselves with, it’s tasty and good and all. They’re all always been clothed and it’s NORMAL to wear clothes older ones outgrew. It’s not a sign of “they’re so unfortunately poor” it’s LOGICAL! Children grow a mile a minute, why would anyone just throw it away? Where I come from, it’s not even siblings in many cases, it’s just: your parents know someone who has a kid younger than you and it goes “oh! We have so many clothes just laying around! Here, let them try these and keep it if it fits/they like it”. And the same was done to you by someone with an older kid. And no one thinks it’s a sign of poverty, it’s sustainable if anything.

Plus, his brothers all have something specific going for them, they all found their “niche”, they’re all distinctive. Bill, as an oldest, has been shown as additional caregiver (I despise when parents turn their older children into additional parents for the young ones, but well, I already mentioned what I think of Molly as a mother. And Arthur is just so not there most of the time), but he also has a job that his passionate about and everything. Charlie had quidditch and, of course, DRAGONS. Percy is passionate about politics and he genuinely believes that he’s choosing what will be better for the world. (Honestly, with the way he was treated by his brothers and how his parents did nothing about it… I can understand his resentment. And I don’t think that I would ever trust Dumbledore as blindly as all the rest of Weasleys did, there is something incredibly creepy about a school headmaster, who inspires children for the war and prior to Book 5 seems to be the one actually ruling the Magical UK…). Fred and George are the pranksters and they manage to make it into profitable business BEFORE THEY LEFT SCHOOL! Plus they’re awesome at quidditch as well. They all have their own thing, distinctive from the rest and Ron… is just there. He has NOTHING, absolutely nothing going for himself except that he has Harry Potter for a best friend. He’s not his own person at all.

So, to excuse Ron being an envious ass because he grew up poor and because he’s the youngest brother is just… why would that be an excuse?

[riveriafalll]

WIP INTRODUCTION POST:

when stars collide (black holes form)

(formerly known as character meets death (goes wholesome?) )

WSC is a Harry Potter, Marauders era isekai fanfiction, starring an OC from our world, who dies and is reincarnated into the body of four year old Callidora Black, twin sister to Bellatrix Black. On the way, she briefly meets death, hence the original title.

It's important to note for continuity, that I've messed around a little with both the sibling order and the birth years for this fic - since I needed Calli to stay a little longer at Hogwarts, Andromeda is the oldest Black, Bella and Calli being two years younger than that, Narcissa another two years, Sirius another two years, and then Regulus one year after that.

Callidora has a list of things she needs to achieve, first being to make her new family somewhat stable, and to bring them close enough that nothing will separate them. She spends the first seven years in her new body doing just that, making sure that Sirius and Regulus are closer than anything, that Andy isn't the sole protector of her sisters, that Bellatrix feels like she's enough and doesn't need the glory of the Death Eaters.

The next seven years at Hogwarts bring many challenges and new friends - notably her best friend, Tommy Connolly (a canon character mentioned once who I stole), who is the human equivalent of a golden retriever in a flower crown, and who no one can understand why he is friends with the ice queen of Slytherin. (Look, Calli didn't *mean* to get that title, she was just so busy trying to fix everyone she meets and prevent the worst of the canon events, that she forgot to socialise outside of threatening people who hurt her family.)

In amidst smuggling schemes, illegal animagus transformations, money-making loopholes (who thought it was a good idea to make galleons solid gold?) and being dragged onto the Quidditch team by her precocious twin, Calli still manages to find the time to keep an eye on young Lily Evans, her sister Petunia and their best friend Severus Snape, her reckless cousin, as well as the future Skittles who really ought to have more adult supervision.

And Voldemort? Well, he really ought to have known better than to fuck with a Black. Especially one who's had to deal with over a decade of Lucius Malfoy. (He might not be a death eater this time round, but that little shit was marrying her sister, and torment was part of the sister in law contract)

I'll be putting up a character intro post soon, I'll link it here and in my masterlist when its done, in the meantime, if there's any questions you want to ask, my inbox and dm's are always open!

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Some random AU idea:

A twst x HP au

Where Riddle's mother was Petuan and Lily's older sister, but then she one day went missing. No one in the magical world know of her existence, for even though she has magic, her magic is not of the magical world, but of otherworldly magic. You could say she was like an Alice.

Anyway, years went bay and neither of their new families know about it. Why should they? Went neither Madam Roseheart nor Petunia know about each other's wellbeing, and the less said about Lily's, the better.

But it all change when Trisizard Tournament happen. I like to imagine it happen a year after the whole twst cannon, so the 2nd years are all now 3rd years and all. Anyway, the shenanigans happen and along the way Riddle became friends with Harry, somehow. So the next year happen, Riddle now is a 4th year, and he want to study law. But he is interested with the other world, and since the twst world want to mingle and now more about their otherworld brethren, they let some of their fine young mages to get their internship there to study more about that world. Riddle is one of them.

Anyway, since Riddle is a boy and he is mostly close to Harry, he choose to stay with him. Harry, after so many begging and deals with the Dursley (promising them that Riddle is 100% normal (pfft, no), and he want to study law and is really smart), he manage to secure a place for Riddle in his house (re: prison).

Now, last year, there was some fiasco that happen. Considering of Riddle's so familiar look to them. Red hair as beautiful as roses, pretty face that can make any doll and flowers weep at his beauty. A brilliant mind unlike many other. So achingly similar to a now lost woman they used to know. Even Harry was surprised at first.

Now Riddle finally meet the Dursley. Petunia, upon first meeting him, feels the same familiarity like those in the magical world. But she brushed it aside, refuse to dwell on long forgotten scar. But when Riddle introduces himself and then told them of his Mother's name, all hell break loose for Petunia's perfect little life.

For here stood right in front of her, a boy so painfully similar to a long lost little sister. A son of a famous doctor, who bare the name of a long lost older sister, never to be known where she has gone or what may happen to her.

I was finishing V3's first chapter today when I remembered to turn on my wifi on the phone and got the notification :v

I put under the cut the whole thing bc it's big :v

So then, you can have for backstory Petunia and Lily kinda falling off the good terms with Mrs Rosehearts. I guess she could be older... Maybe around 5-7 years older, therefore have a big age gap which makes their relationship a bit stranded on the early stages, because it was clear that Mrs Rosehearts would start school and have responsibilities more earlier than the 2 younger sisters, which would leave less time for bonding.

So when she went missing, the worry was obviously more prominent on the parent's side. Not to say Petunia and Lily were worried as well, but while their parents were pursuing this relentlessly, in between the sisters it will evolve like some taboo subject due to the more distant relationship.

So that would influence Petunia and Lily as well. Like it would be clear that the oldest sibling will be a role model. Mrs Rosehearts was a perfectionist and gutsy woman. Maybe Lily took the guts while Petunia the perfectionism. Miraculously, they keep on touch. That would lessen everyone's worries about the missing part, but still, only through small letters, who never mentioned anything about where she was or what she was doing.

Fast forward and Lily hits the bucket. With the death being announced, Mrs Rosehearts broke contact as well, clearly not being able to come in touch again. For Petunia to be hit to take care of Harry was like a jab in the stomach. Not only she lost now 2 sisters, but the infant of Lilly was now put into her care.

And it was clear that all was due to magic. So when Harry was basically confirmed to be a wizard, it was obvious that Petunia would want even the less ties or closure with him, KNOWING full well that the magical world only will take Harry away too. It was just a matter of time.

Fast forward with her condoning Dudely and Veron's whole foul treatment of Harry. The Hogwarts letter arrive and off is Harry to get whisked away to the magical world, just how his mother was. Him making friends and going through all sorts of adventures. It was very resemblant of Lily's past there.

Cue book 4 happening and through the power of almighty narrative (that I won't elaborate more bc I don't know how exactly for now) We have the twst cast yeeted and the goblet of fire chooses again Idia. (ok, it's for shits and giggles this one, because crack)

Harry meets Riddle and both become friends. There were many differences in between the 2 magical worlds, so Riddle, a well knowledgeable person about that, whould be like a second Hermione, except apparently way more easy to piss off and way more violent. :v

To fall better in place, I would say that the goblet of fire still happened during Riddle's 2nd year, so we can expand on book 5 by making it Riddle's 3rd year.

That would flesh even better the bond the 2 would build. Adding to it that most likely Riddle would use his UM on the pink toad, discovering that, despite the magic differences, the collars can still block magic from being casted even to this other type of wizards. Which makes it a veritable weapon against Voldy. This also can be highlighted better if Riddle and let's say Deuce and Azul would join in the ministry busting. It would bring the news to the death eaters and realise 'oh shit, we can't get collared or we'll be done for'. :3

And realising the actual magnitude of the situation, it makes even the more reason for Riddle to stay the summer with Harry. They had a trump card.(also Malleus being salty af for his buddy, Cedric, hitting the bucket) so if voldy tries some funny shit, just collar him then beat the shit out of him! Problem solved! :3

Cue Harry making the begging to the Dursleys and getting a pass.

And at first, everything seems OK. Riddle was a polite lil boy. Now the fact that Dudely was a lil shit to him was a negligeectable thing.

But he brings an air of familiarity and some of his reaction and responses are hitting close to home for Petunia.

Cue her investigating and figuring out why Riddle has such a familiar resemblance. Being clueless about it, when asked about his parents, Riddle just says the usual. His mom was a doctor as well as his father and currently both were at his home country. Simple as that.

And that hits even harder for Petunia, which realises that her oldest sister, the only sister remaining alive, was in fact well on her own, having a separate life from her. She raised a son and managed to cut and erase any ties with her roots.

So Petunia might come to realise that maybe, the magical world wasn't really the one to blame entirely. And she sees that when he sees Riddle acting just like a normal magicless boy. He had that aura of possessing magical powers, but he didn't talk about it, show it or even perk in at the mention of it.

Maybe out of all the unresolved grief and loss, Petunia starts to realise her wrongs and consider that maybe, it is still time to mend things better :v.

[sodascherrycola]

Instagram Intros (Matty and Caroline's Kids)

Isla Denise Healy (@isla_d_healy)

DOB: November 19th 2008 DOD: December 18th 2025 (17 years old) (Suicide) Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Eye, Izzy S/O: Kyle Nicholson Kids: None Best Friend(s): Elizabeth Macdonald, Michelle Turner, Andrea Maddox, and Mikayla Moore Aesthetic: Growing up Isla was the glue keeping her parents together. If it wasn't for the fact that Isla was there, Matty and Carrie wouldn't have kept in touch. She was very close with her parents especially considering her mum and dad were growing up with her being only nineteen when she was born. Isla struggled with her relationship with her father a lot during her childhood, loving him to death, but hating him because of his addiction and how it affected her mum and younger siblings. When Matty got clean when Margaret and Harrison were born it cut deep for Isla, crying to Carrie asking why he quit for them but not for her. Caroline didn't know what to say to her 10 year old daughter, hating seeing her so upset over this. Isla was too much like her father she found out, looking like her mother, acting like her father. When she got to high school she found herself drinking and staying out late with older boys with her friends. Her parents were extremely worried about her sudden attitude and behaviour. Isla often reached out to her Nana Denise for help, of course Denise helped as much as she could with her granddaughter. Isla eventually ended up locking herself in her room for months on end and became very depressed. Matty had pulled her aside one night to talk to her and ended up sleeping in her bed with her like when she was younger. She comitted suicide the next night.

Charlotte Grace Healy

DOB: May 6th 2015 Age: 10 years old Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Charlie, Lottie S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Samuel Daniel Aesthetic: Charlotte Healy has always been a ray of sunshine. She was a very happy child and loved everything and everyone possible. Her Grandpa Tim was her favourite grandparent, and used to always spend time with him whenever she could, he absolutely adored little Lottie. Charlotte would gladly volunteered to sleepover at Grandpas if her parents needed a night off, her and her grandpa would have movie nights and living room concerts all night long, and he of course, gave her many sweets before dinner, something her father would've shook his head at. She was also very close with her older sister, Isla. When Isla passed away, her family was in complete disarray, and it hurt her so bad. She ended up being very quiet afterwards and surprise would have it, the only person who get through to her during those last couple months, was Tim.

Margaret Louise Healy

DOB: April 19th 2018 Age: 7 years old Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Maggie, Mags, Marnie S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Eloise Daniel Aesthetic: Maggie is the trendiest out of all the Healy children. She was the biggest fashionista as a child, and was obsessed with clothes and shopping and makeup, very girly. She had Matty wrapped around her finger from the day she was born, he would do anything for his children, but little Maggie just knew how to charm him. She did ballet since she was two years old and wants to be a prima ballerina when shes older, already focused on that career at only seven years old. The whole family makes a show to come to every recital and competition she partakes in. Margaret has quite the attitude on her and is very sassy, knows what a good comeback is for sure. She's a bit of a smart mouth, and her mother has to remind her to use her manners once and a while, but Matt thinks its hilarious.

Harrison Timothy Healy

DOB: April 19th 2018 Age: 7 years old Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Harry, Haz, Hazza S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Joseph Marks Aesthetic: Harry is the most polite, kindest little boy ever to exist. When he was born, he was the easiest baby Matt and Carrie had ever had, never cried, never woke up in the middle of the night. His parents never had to worry about Harry running off like his twin sister, and they never got a call home from school for bad behaviour. In fact, all of his teachers adored him, he was very bright for a seven year old and extremely sweet to his classmates and any other staff members. He was friends with everyone, though Joey Marks was his "bestest" friend in the whole world, never like to exclude anyone. He and Margaret got along quite well, though Maggie was a bit more eccentric than he was, she would fight anyone who dare say a thing about her brother. Nothing made Caroline happier than seeing her twins be so close together.

Arthur Flynn Healy

DOB: February 15th 2023 Age: 2 years old Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Arch, Archie S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Sylvie Daniel and June Daniel Aesthetic: No one has bigger beef with Matthew Healy than his son himself. Arthur is the biggest mummy's boy you'll ever meet, and he has no shame in showing it. Him and Matty often fight for Caroline's attention and she most always has to break up her time for the two boys. It's especially hard for Archie when his father's been on tour and he's gotten mummy to himself for a whole year and now here comes daddy to take her away from him. If Matty ever tries to put him to sleep or feed him at all, he will cry and whine till Matt can't take it anymore and he'll just give him to Caroline like Arthur wanted in the first place. Nothing has changed even after Rosie was born.

Rosalie Anne Healy

DOB: June 30th 2024 Age: 1 year old Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Rose, Rosie, Annie S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): None Aesthetic: The cutest, happiest baby on the planet. Annie was definitely a surprise baby, born only 16 months after Arthur. Loved nonetheless by her parents and siblings. She is always giggling at something, her daddy's funny face usually, or the family's pet dogs. She was named after her father's Nana, and she never really gets called Rosalie unless she's being reprimanded. Her and Archie has always gotten along, being so close in ages, though he gets a little too aggressive with her, not understanding that he can't play with her just yet.

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What are your headcanons about Harriet Hook?

Harriet, Harriet... the only things we know about her are: she is Hook's eldest, she's described as "sassy and mean-spirited", and she has her own crew.

Which says everything and nothing. So, here's my take:

She's older than Harry by a year and a half, almost two. This is relevant in many ways.

You already know I consider the Hook siblings Zarina's kids and Harriet is the only of the three who can actually remember how things were when she was awake and active. Many adults on the Isle fell into the so-called "Sleep", a coma that claimed people who, under normal circumstances, would have died (the Barrier also preserves their bodies). Zarina's Sleep in particular was prompted by the exhaustion of her inner magic: as a pixie turned human, she could only survive for so long before her magic depleted, without Neverland replenishing it as it would if she still lived there. It was gradual and Harriet saw it all, her mother getting weaker and weaker until one day she couldn't get up from her bed and eventually she didn't wake up again. It left a scar on the whole family. CJ doesn't remember her, Harry only recalls the last times and not when his mother was somewhat healthy, but Harriet remembers the most, she knows her father was better when her mother was around, she remembers her voice and some of her teachings. It hurts like hell.

Harriet is also the one who looks the most like Zarina, especially once she grows up. Harry is the most like their father, CJ is the split image of their grandmother save for Zarina's round face and hazel eyes, or so Hook says on his rare good days, but Harriet looks like Zarina the most, just taller than her human form. It's both a blessing and a curse, meaning she can use the fact to keep her father in line - especially when he's drunk or hallucinating - because James always ended up listening to Zarina after they got married, but it also means when he's sober he can't stand the sight of Harriet, it's too much of a reminder that the kids stole Zarina's strength and time and she could have been there a bit longer if the three never existed. (at times, Harriet agrees and wishes none of them was born, not if their fate was the Isle and a comatose mother and a children-hating father)

She used to attend Serpent Prep, but she had to move to Dragon Hall after she made the Chemistry lab explode (no one, including her, knows how that happened, she wasn't mixing volatile stuff). She actually becomes scaringly good at Chemistry afterwards, by sheer force of will

(and the chance finding of her mother's studies on how things tended to change nature and react weirdly around pixie blood even on the Isle. This is how she found out she and her siblings are half-pixie, as the crew didn't know - James got rid of most of the original crew between the PF events and his comeback to Neverland - and Zarina and James kept it a secret).

I'm not sure how the fandom reached the consensus she must be a mommy-type for the Isle kids but I see no harm in it, so yeah, she took care of a few strays and integrated them into her crew, why not? But I tend to tone that down. Yes, she was in charge of her siblings and was considered the leader of all the kids of Hook's crew (which is why Harry ended up joining join Uma) but she didn't actively go around defending random orphans out of the goodness of her heart, things just happened. She collected fighters, mostly, people who showed a spine of steel even if they were smaller/younger/abandoned/outnumbered. She's not soft, she built a strong crew with the best she could find on the Isle and held her ground strongly before Uma formed her own crew. In fact, lots of kids still refer to her as the leader of the docks, much to Uma's displeasure.

About her relationship with Uma, Harriet doesn't quite like that Harry ended up being a first mate and not a captain but she respects Uma and her willpower and achievements. The fact Uma surpassed her in power doesn't bother her much as Uma doesn't have the same kind of business Harriet does (Harriet is more focused on structure and building a community, Uma is on adventures and revenge, so their roles don't really overlap).

She thinks Uma is a good match for Harry and it's impossible not to see he loves her to an alarming degree, sometimes close to obsession. The fact he became her first mate and how the two interact, overall, reminds Harriet of her parents in their best days, although she thinks Harry didn't realize the facet himself and he's replicating it subconsciously. She won't be the one to tell him anyway.

When it comes to her siblings, Harry is her eternal source of trouble. One would think CJ is, but no, CJ is very independent and can come out winner or unscathed from almost everything through her wits and dumb luck. Harry tends to throw himself in troubles too big for himself and is a bit more maniacal about various things (Harriet thinks this is their pixie blood showing, pixies tend to be more unhinged, which paired up with their father's pre-existing madness a tad too well in Harry. Her own sense of community is her pixie trait, she thinks, but she still has to figure out which is CJ's) so, before Uma came around and managed to keep him under control, Harriet had to pull him out of many troubles.

She doesn't care about going to Auradon but she wants to go to Neverland and take there all the kids she knows, so they can be happy. No, she doesn't care she'd have to leave them to Pan, in fact she plans to have a deal with Pan so he'll get all the kids and she won't bother him. Or she could kill him and gift Neverland to the kids of the Isle, she doesn't care which one, as long as they're okay.