#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

[scaramionee]

A long rant about something that's been eating my mind from the inside out so here we go (TW: Might be Controversial)-

Sometimes, I'm just very normal about James Potter and Lily Evans but then I'm not. So growing up, I watched the hp movies first so I never quite had any interest in their relationship, they just seemed like a tragic straight relationship to me so I never bothered with it. But then I read the books and I went immediately like this- "No wonder James Potter worshipped Lily Evans, I would too." Like, this woman is the legit reason why the whole harry potter thing started, and to see the fact that most of the time she's just blatantly ignored or being stripped out of her original identity to be a strong independent lesbian (I don't have any problem with her sexuality, people can imagine her with whomever they like but it kind of ridicules Lily's motherhood in some way) who absolutely either hates James Potter or Insults him for fun just bcz he has a crush on her or being a side chick for James's steamy cheating romance flings hurts me more than I think it should.

I get it, the marauders fandom wholly embraces the fanon so dearly to them like a warm blanket because of many obvious reasons, but sometimes I think we just totally miss the point of this whole franchise. It's obvious that jkr sucks at writing romances which is why most people don't get the spark of canon ships like romione, hinny and remadora but completely missing the point about Lily being a mother figure in Harry's life and as a lover figure in James's life truly pisses me off a lot. Even though everybody is allowed to dislike certain ships because not everybody has the same taste, but I think we miss the fact that Lily was always more than just a mother and a wife in a way that molded her into what she wanted to be.

The reason why I'm completely enamored by Jily is not because it's just a canon ship which literally started Harry Potter, but because the way Lily Evans just had an effect on everyone who crossed their paths with her. Professor Slughorn himself was so besotted with her, Professor Minerva McGonagall teared up at the news of her departing because who wouldn't like her? She's so brave, so full of joy and laughter that she always forgot her own pain in favor of sucking the pain out of another. James was indeed quite taken aback by her beauty and charm, but I'd like to think it developed into something more after seeing the way she treated her close individuals. Lily was the younger sibling, and because she was a witch, she constantly faced harsh behaviors from her elder sister for being a "freak" according to her sister's standards. She may have had an inferiority complex, and she also hanged out a lot with snape, despite facing discriminations in Hogwarts for being friends with a half-blood poor Slytherin. She was willing to change snape, always defending him left and right but it never worked out in the end. Which left her feeling very defeated, she gave up because she felt like she was not worth it, maybe those bullies were right and she really was just a mudblood. And James, developing a crush on her while continuously harassing snape didn't help either. But if we analyze James's character, knowing that he literally took in Sirius just so that he could escape his abusive family, he knew that Lily was downrightly getting used and snape was taking advantage of her kindness and her stubbornness, he knew it because Sirius was in Lily's place once too, always constantly reminded of how they were never enough, so he wanted to save her ( in his own pathetic loser way ofc ) I think there are many hints of Lily noticing James quite a lot because if you really claimed to hate your enemy then why were you so bloody obsessed with the way how their hair looked like after playing quidditch hmmm 🤨🤨

But not just that, let's also talk about how she literally single handedly MADE THE JAMES POTTER, the absolute arrogant toe-rag quit bullying and hexing people for fun, knowing that he's been like this for the most of his life, but he decided to change for her just like a snap of a finger! Not only that, but she also quickly befriended Sirius in a way that he literally turned out to be her future son's Godfather and the secret keeper. The absolute hold she had on the marauders really needs to be studied!

The love James and Lily had for each other was an act of rebellion in it's own way, because back in that time, muggleborns were seen as scums of the earth and inferior to the wizarding society. But James literally went against every single pureblood tradition just to be with someone he loves and believes with his whole heart. That was always the main point. The reason why both of them were so cherished. He literally went up against Voldemort without a wand not just because of his son, but also for Lily, who he absolutely trusts with his whole life, the only person worth loosing the pureblood title for, the only person worth taking the risk of taking the Avada curse to his heart, he just loved her so beautifully, just like the way she always deserved. And Lily, oh lily, always saw the good in everyone, but saw the best in James, decided to sacrifice her life for their one and only son out of pure love and devotion. And the sacrificial love was so strong that the strongest dark wizard of all time succumbed to his own curse and it tore apart a piece of his soul in revenge of separating the two soulmates whom were always destined to find each other and get woven together in every single timeline. It changed the tide of the entire war. She ended it single handedly.

Yes, she was depicted as a girl who was just a close friend of snape, as a sister who's facing discriminations from her own elder sister's profound jealousy, as a lover and wife of James Potter, as a mother of Harry Potter- the boy who lived. But I think there's so much beauty in every single role she was depicted in. It gives us a glimpse of how much impact she had on everybody around her, how much she meant dear to everybody who cared for her, of how much diverse and forgiving person she was, of the way she was always a reassuring shadow around harry even though she was no longer present in the mortal world. No, motherhood doesn't make her one dimensional or boring, it only enhances her ability of loving people the way they deserve. It makes her so complex, but so powerful at the same time. She was a proud mother, and a lover, a friend, and a woman.

Lily Evans, what an absolute Goddess you were. And you'll always be. No other fictional character ever had a hold so strong on me the way she has.

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what do you think Severus and Lucius relationship were like? a lot of people think that Lucius was one of the main reasons Severus ended up as a DE, and their 6 years age difference disturbs me quite a bit when I think about student Snape. do you think Severus blamed or resented him later in life? were they ever real friends?

Well, look, Lucius was clearly a recruiter. This happens in many cults, where to attract very young people, they use other young people to act as mentors and go around recruiting potential members. I don’t mind the idea that Lucius, as a way to prove his loyalty and worth within the movement, started out as a Death Eater by essentially recruiting future members. In sects or cults, very young people are often assigned as tutors who play the role of older brothers or sisters, serving both as role models and as supposed emotional support. It’s one of the main methods of recruitment, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the beginning of the relationship between Lucius and Severus was something like that. Lucius would see potential in him, but also someone vulnerable and in need of validation, while Severus would see him as an older, powerful figure who advocated for him and treated him well. I think that for many years, their relationship was quite unbalanced, and even when Severus had already graduated and was maybe 19 or 20 years old and fully involved with the Death Eaters, Lucius likely still had a very paternalistic attitude toward him. In fact, this is something we can see throughout the series—every time it’s mentioned that Lucius Malfoy has spoken well of Severus Snape, it always sounds to me like that typical older brother who sees himself above everyone else and wants to pull some strings for his younger brother or benefit him because he thinks he wouldn’t make it on his own. That type of dynamic makes a lot of sense between them, considering their age difference, class difference, and the fact that they’re both only children. When only children form close relationships, they often develop sibling-like dynamics.

On the other hand, I also think that over the years, Lucius did see Severus as someone very capable and valued his talent and skills. And I believe that was genuine—he did have real appreciation for him. Also, I don’t know where you get the idea that Severus might have been resentful toward him. In fact, I’ve always thought that favoring Draco wasn’t just a way to annoy Harry or maintain his double-agent cover—I think Severus genuinely had some sympathy for Draco because he projected onto him the sympathy he felt for his father. Severus projects his traumas onto others—he projects his trauma with James onto Harry, even though the boy is innocent—so it makes sense that he could also project his fondness for Lucius onto Draco, no matter how much of an idiot Draco was.

To me, Severus always had a certain gratitude toward Lucius because, whatever the reason, the fact is that Lucius stood up for him many times. Even if he had ulterior motives, he still did it. And Severus is many things, but he’s also someone who has lacked so much affection that he clings to anyone who shows him even a little sympathy or empathy. He’s actually incredibly loyal and devoted to those people. I think his dynamic with Lucius was that of an older brother figure or something similar, and I believe that if anything truly bothered him, it was knowing that he was lying to his face and betraying him when he decided to become a double agent. But duty came first. And I don’t think he resented him—they always had a good relationship until the very end, and Lucius always stood up for him until he fell from grace. I don’t see why he would resent him.

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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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[descenderintofantasy]

If the whole Hookedheart family went to the Isle, while it would still be awful, especially with Bridget being pregnant when they were taken there, and then having to give birth in a place where close to no medical care, I'd say it would still be better for them all to be together in the long run.

I'm gonna say that Bridget still has her "Fine make me your villain." Moment for Auradon making her family and her live in a prison but also as a way to protect her kids. Hook can't always be with them to protect them, and she can't keep them safe if people think that she can be pushed around. To do that, she makes herself just as feared as her husband is. So Bridget and Hook become the power couple of the Isle.

Bridget and Hook are still terrifying to the rest of the Isle, but since they still have their whole family together, they'd be closer to a DSoR dynamic with their kids. They're more toughened versions of themselves than they were in Wonderland, like we said with Hook, but still good parents who love their kids and, of course, if someone messes with their family, it's off with their heads or walking the plank.

The Hooklings all have a happier childhood than in canon, having both parents, safer of not debatable but definitely happier for everyone involved. I can see Red as a mix of her canon rebel self but also DSoR, where she's the baby of the family that has two overprotective parents and three overprotective siblings.

The older kids I feel would act about the same. Overall, the differences would be Harriet having less stress over having to watch and protect her younger siblings when her dad isn't around. She still does those things, of course. It's who she is, but she doesn't need to worry about them as much with her mom being there.

Harry and CJ are the closest to canon. Harry is still a lot like Hook, but he gets to continue being a mama's boy like he was in Wonderland. CJ is still a walking ball of chaos and a hellraiser, but she gets to be a big sister and do those things with Red, and she gets to know her mom.

I can picture Bridget having a bakery in or as close as possible to pirate territory. It's one of the best places to eat on the Isle because she can somehow make the rotten scraps that Auradon leaves taste good, and some of the adults who had similar things before the Isle can hardly tell the difference.

The Hooklings take turns between working at Hook's shop and the bakery. When they were little, Hook would bring CJ and Red to his shop because it's closer to the Jolly Roger (where they all live) and the younger girls liked to stab the customers with fish hooks and throw bait at them.

Harriet and Harry would go with Bridget to the bakery because Harriet was old enough to be away from the ship for long periods, and she liked helping Bridget bake. Harry went because he liked following Bridget around (mama's boy), and he liked throwing flour at Harriet and taste testing.

Bridget is constantly telling the Merlin VKs that they should come by while wearing a threatening smile. They do not. They're not that stupid. This goes on for sixteen years straight. She's not actually going to poison them to death. Hook would be upset. And if something happened to Uliana, that would upset Uma, which would upset Harry, which would upset Bridget

Uliana is constantly smacking cookies and cupcakes out of Uriah's, Marissa's, and Uma's hands. They know they're not allowed to eat anything from the bakery, but their friends are always eating them, so why can't they? Bridget's not going to poison the kids. She's not that evil. And again, that would upset her kids.

Bridget raged when the Core Four were chosen to go to Auradon in D1, and none of her four kids were. Come D2, she's incredibly proud that Harry and the Lost Revenge crew kidnapped the King of Auradon.

As you can see, I have so many thoughts on this. This is what I got for now.

THIS! Oh I love this! It's like the perfect combination of them being hardened but still being loving parents!

I'm not too sure how exactly they would have a bakery on the isle with no real access to things like flour. But I love the idea! So maybe it's flourless treats! And with them running both a fish shop and a bakery, two food sources. They really would be at the top of the 'food chain'. Probably just under Hades. The adult villains who have brains would be tripping over themselves to make alliances.

Though, imagine Red being born and Bridget just looks at Hook and says "She's our last child." There is no way she's going to bring another child into a place with no medical system And all the kids would have...well as happier childhood as they can growing up in a prison when innocent.

Little Harry following Bridget around is adorable, he would guard her with his life and make his daddy proud! :D And CJ actaully knowing her mom my heart! Yes!

And yeah I can see Bridget screaming her head off the day she finds out the Core Four got picked. Like after everything Maleficent's done to the others of the Isle taking what little good food they do get and leaving the rest to suffer...it's still her child that gets picked?! It would enrage her.

I love this, thanks for the ask! :D

[joannerowling]

I love Percy too! He is one of my favorite of the minor characters. Please use this ask as an excuse to talk about him <3

Ok, i LOVE Percy - not so much as a person, i like him as a person post DH only - but i love him as a character because he exposes how dysfunctional the Weasleys can be, despite Molly and Arthur's best efforts (and i think they are VERY GOOD parents, but even very good parents will struggle with raising seven kids; it's just mathematics! there are 36 dyads in that family, imagine the complexity). In Harry's eye the Weasleys are this perfect family, a model of good-natured chaos and assured mutual support, but of course things aren't as simple as he perceives them to be. Families with many kids are defined by the tensions that arise when siblings fight for their parents's attention, which is natural instinct really. If you pay attention you can see the subtle ways in which each Weasley kid has developped strategies to obtain that attention, and these strategies define their identities until they learn to outgrow them.

Percy picked the "Responsible and Reliable Son" strategy, likely in reaction to Bill and Charlie being both a bit rebellious. Molly praises Bill a lot (moreso than Charlie), and Bill was headboy and had impeccable marks, so Percy knows he has to be at least as academically impressive; but Molly also criticises Bill's more "adventurous" side (his leather pants, his long hair and snake tooth earring, his dangerous profession). Both Charlie and Bill left the nest quite young, straight after their studies, something Percy doesn't do; he still lives at the Burrow in GoF and only leaves in OotP because he got in a serious fight with his father. From there it's not hard to connect the dots: Percy built himself as the son who would help out Molly, who would be her little assistant, and that's how he gets her love and attention. I don't think any of that is conscious obviously, but she so clearly rewards him for the behaviour it's impossible to ignore.

Also, Percy has some kind of abandonment issues with Arthur. It's not surprising because compared to Bill and Charlie, he probably saw little of him. He's the third kid, and Arthur is the sole breadwinner, so he likely worked more and more as more kids came along. Hence why he tries to play "father substitute" to his younger siblings. In OotP, after playing the good reliable son, he basically explodes (which, notably, even the twins are surprised by, despite the fact that they never seem to hold Percy in particularly high regard), and the one thing that comes out of it is that he ressents Arthur for not ever trying to get a better paying job. The twins sumrise it's because the job made people disrespect Arthur and by extension the whole family, and Percy's just being an arrogant arse; but personally i think Percy's resentment is completely logical. In his eye, Arthur picked the fun, enjoyable, low paying job catering to his interest, over a more respectable and serious career; he wasn't "responsible" enough… which is exactly the value Molly accidentally taught Percy to hold above all others. It's no wonder he doesn't respect Arthur at this stage. And it's probably all tangled with anger at Athur for not being home often, leaving Molly, and the older kids (so, mostly him once Charlie and Bill had gone) to basically raise the younger ones, all because he was busy doing his "fun" job.

Anyways, i love how JKR writes family dynamics in general, she always does it with such care and precision. With Percy it would have been so easy to make him either too sympathetic or too much of a prick but she walks that tight line between the two and the payoff of his arc in DH is wonderful, especially because it comes with Fred's necessary sacrifice.

[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.

[anakinmoser]

finally a person active to ramble about brian moser. his death is a pure tragedy. brian just accepted the fact that he got betrayed by his precious sibling after years of longing for him as a fond memory while desiring to get rid of this "foster bullshit" because adoption's not like true family, it's a gut-wrenching hoax that brian endured for years in isolation, trapped between walls with no possibility to reconnect with his only "salvation" alias dexter &. willing to embrace his younger brother's lack of humanity out of pure unconditional love. brian's peak fraternity &. dexter ended up throwing away his hope by eliminating brian due to his obssession with limbs &. "code"... well, controversial hot take but i wished that brian quickly got rid of dexter after the impromptu stunt or that brian secretly annihilated debra without leaving any trace before using manipulation skills to coax dexter to go back to old times with the promise of accepting all his ugly parts that he kept cancealing.

Believe me, I so wished for Brian to survive and take care of Deb on his own somehow. Not Dexter. He could never harm his baby brother not even if his life depended on it.

Also, I'm sure that he could've been, if not molded to the code, accepting of Dexter's own free will to follow it if Dexter had simply set him down and explained it. Nobody can't convince me of the contrary cause Brian obsessed over reuniting with Dex for like 31 full years and people still think that he simply would've thrown away all that simply cause Dexter didn't wanna abandon the code? Oh gimme a break. He would've accepted anything if Dexter had been capable of expressing his own worries and problems.

His death still has such a grip on me this many years later cause that "Am I one of your victims now?" broke me then and it still breaks me now.

And Dexter going like "you need to be put down" and Brian "Why? Because of your code?" and Dex "And the safety of my sister" TF YOU MEAN THE SAFETY OF YOUR SISTER?? HE'S YOUR GODDAMN BLOOD BROTHER AND YOU'RE WILLING TO OFF HIM TO SAVE HER?

This is one of those rants where quoting the books comes in handy too btw cause in Darkly Dreaming Dexter he quite literally realized that Harry had lied to him all along and after that, as he looked down at Debra's body bound to the table in plastic, his internal monologue stated, and I quote: "And more to the immediate point, what did I owe this squirming lump of animal flesh quivering beneath me, this creature masquerading as my sibling? What could I possiby owe her in comparison to my bond with Brian, my own flesh, my brother, a living replication of my selfsame precious DNA?"

Like, how did we go from that kind of devotion to "I have to kill him to save her"?

Brian's devotion and love were blind but there and strong, unrelenting and deep.

Dexter's devotion was misplaced since he himself regretted having killed Brian later on in the seasons, especially when Deb found out about his little hobby and tried to kill both of them by drowning them in the car.

[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 😭😭

[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.

[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?

[sugutoad]

matchup trade for @averagetoyakinnie ! 

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 

Reactions 

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. 

[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!