#and they all know about papa sirius

[padfootastic]

my sirius & harry thought of the day:

harry kept that firebolt alive for all 137 years of his remaining life through sheer willpower and magical strength. he did not let a single twig of it die off. not only was he absolutely unhinged about taking care of it, not letting anyone near it after 5th year, but he also basically single-handedly reinvented the field of broom-crafting just so he could keep his godfather’s gift to him alive. he didn’t do anything with this skill, basically driving everywhere who knew him spare bc !!! ‘harry do u know what u just did? most brooms don’t last over 6-7 years, not even a fraction of that if used at the pace and frequency as u. if u could just—‘

and he just flat out shuts them up bc how does he tell them that the reason his firebolt is still alive is bc sirius’ love runs thru it and harry would die himself before he let it bc he can’t lose the last piece of sirius he has left. he cannot perform this miracle on any other broom, tho he can probably make the single best non-sirius-gifted broom that the WW has ever seen just bc of how extensive his knowledge is now

and the thing, right, is he doesn’t keep the firebolt locked up in some display like some artefact. sirius would’ve never wanted that. his dad would’ve hated it. brooms were meant to be flown. so fly, he does. wonderfully. it’s forever his primary broom and he puts it thru all the paces, keeping up with all sorts of newer, flashier, pro models w utter ease.

it’s like this: when he uses this firebolt, it feels like perhaps he has his godfather back for just a second. and harry is forever weak to that feeling.

[ellecdc]

Hey gorg!!!

I saw the post about wanting pregnant reader/ dad marauders prompts and I literally ran here.

I’ve got two ideas, so whichever gives you the most inspiration/ whatever you like best 😂

1- pregnant!reader who just hits her limit for the day- overwhelmed and overstimulated with everything to the point she jsut wants to sit and cry- all because of something silly

Or!!

2- reader on their first day away from baby with the girls- leaving dad!marauders to it, coming back to a baby who’s very excited to be free from the chaos of the boys.

Lots of love!!

-🥟

eeeeeeeek I went with #2!!! thank you my love <3

dad!marauders x mum!reader who saves their daughter from the boys' tyranny [522 words]

CW: kid fic, fem!reader, you have a daughter but I avoided assigning her a name (let me know how ya'll prefer that: do you want me to name the kid? or do you want me to leave it ambiguous? I feel like it would probably read easier/more naturally with an assigned name, but I understand if you like making that up yourself)

“Oh thank gods you’re home.” Sirius pushed out all in one breath as he hastily stood from the couch with your daughter in hand. 

You clicked the door shut behind you as you took your shoes off, furrowing your brows at a frazzled looking Sirius and an equally frazzled looking baby in his arms. 

“You have to help us.” He begged quickly. “They’re driving us mad.”

“What?” You laughed carefully, though you had to admit that your child had a nearly identical pout on her lips as her papa, and you were quite sure babies her age didn’t have the ability to conspire. 

Though, you were sure if any baby could conspire, it would be a baby Marauder. 

“They haven’t stopped all day.” Sirius enunciated, whispering at you and looking over his shoulder as if some invisible threat was going to attack at any given moment. “Jamie got up this morning on a warpath; first we went on a family walk to feed the ducks some corn. Fine, I’ll let it slide. We no sooner got home, and Moony set up the sandbox in the yard. Great. But then, James insisted we go to the park! Which - okay, that was fun, because I got to run around as Padfoot. But then after a mere 20 minute nap, Remus had us out at the stream catching and releasing frogs!”

You awed in sympathy as you brushed some fine hair away from your baby girl’s forehead who was using her two pudgy hands to rub at her eyes.

“You tired, lovie?” You asked the child, but they both whined a yes in response. 

“Okay.” You murmured as you accepted the sleepy child’s grabby hands, only for her to immediately rest her head on your shoulder and melt into your embrace.

“Pads? Where’d you guys run off to?” James called from the other room, and Sirius’ paled. “We’ve got the water table set up.”

“Oh gods,” Sirius whimpered, “they’re coming.”

“Sirius,” you started to chide, but he simply turned and started pushing you towards the hall that led to the bedrooms.

“Go, save yourselves. I’ll hold them off.” He whispered theatrically.

“Sirius!” You squealed, laughing as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head - taking a deep breath as if he was trying to memorise your scent like he may never get the chance to do it again - and pat at your hip. 

“Make sure our baby girl grows up knowing the sacrifices her brave, brave papa made for her.” He offered solemnly, walking backwards as he held your gaze. “Go! Nap! Rest! Waste the day away in ways many of us only dream!” 

You giggled at him as he disappeared around the corner, hearing Remus murmur “what the hell was all that about?” only to hear a grunt, a chuckle, and a theatric “I won’t let you tyrannise our sweet girls any longer!”

“What do you say, sweetheart? Time for a nap?” You murmured as you made your way towards your bedroom; a nap did sound appealing, now that you thought about it. 

An answer never came, however; she was already fast asleep.

[impishtubist]

I came across yet another tweet that screamed Sirius raising Harry to me and demanded a ficlet. For @soloorganaas because I can.

(Removed all identifying info from the tweet so no one goes and tweets about HP at some poor unsuspecting person)

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Harry Potter is subdued today when his papa drops him off for school. Mrs. Carter watches as Mr. Lupin crouches in front of Harry, speaking to him in low tones while Harry nods morosely.

When he leaves, Harry sits quietly at his desk, coloring on a piece of paper and not looking up at his classmates as they trickle in. He’s usually one of the most talkative students in the class, so Mrs. Carter goes over to him.

“Harry,” she says quietly as she kneels next to him, “are you feeling okay?”

“No,” Harry says, not looking at her. “My daddy died.”

Mrs. Carter barely catches her gasp before it slips out. “Oh, Harry, I am so sorry. You must be feeling very sad.” 

Harry nods. Mrs. Carter can’t believe that Mr. Lupin dropped Harry off without saying anything to any of his teachers about this! Of course, he’s been married to Mr. Black for six years now, or so he’d mentioned at the last parent-teacher conference. He must be in a state of absolute shock himself.

She spends the rest of the day loving on Harry as best as she can while her aides help manage the rest of the class. She gives him extra hugs, excuses him from certain activities that he’s not feeling up to, and slips him an extra biscuit at snack time when the other students aren’t paying attention. They’re paltry efforts at comfort, but they seem like the least she can do.

She plans to have a discreet word with Mr. Lupin at pickup, and to gently suggest that maybe Harry should stay home from school for a few days, to be with his family and properly grieve.

Unfortunately, it’s not Mr. Lupin who picks Harry up--it’s Mr. Black.

“Hey, squirt!” Mr. Black says cheerfully as Harry launches himself at him. He catches the boy and swings him up on his shoulders. “Guess what I’ve got in the car for you?”

“A Happy Meal?”

“You got it,” Mr. Black says, and Harry cheers. “Say goodbye to your teacher, love.”

“Bye, Mrs. Carter!”

“But,” Mrs. Carter manages, “Harry said you died!”

Mr. Black blinks at her, and then pulls Harry off his shoulders. 

“Harry,” he says, setting the boy on the ground. “Did you tell your teachers that your daddy died? Again?”

“Again?”

“Sorry, Daddy,” Harry says, not sounding sorry at all. 

Mr. Black shakes his head as he takes Harry’s hand. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Carter. Harry’s done this with all his teachers at some point or another. We thought he’d grown out of it.” 

“I don’t understand,” Mrs. Carter says.

“His birth father, James, died when he was a baby. You know that, but he also calls me “Dad”. So sometimes he’ll tell a teacher that his dad died, because he’s learned it gets him extra attention and snacks. He means James, but he’s going to let you believe it’s me because that’s how he gets away with it.” Mr. Black tries to give Harry a stern look, but he’s not very successful at it. “Can you apologize to your teacher, Harry?”

“But it’s true! Daddy James is dead!” 

Mr. Black pinches the bridge of his nose. “We’re still working on it.” 

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“Moony!” Sirius calls. “You’ll never guess what your son did today!”

“My son?” Remus pokes his head out of his office. “Did he turn his teacher’s hair blue again?”

“Nope. He told her his daddy was dead.”  

“Harry.” Remus folds his arms. “Is this because I wouldn’t stop for ice cream on the way to school?”

“Mrs. Carter gave me an extra biscuit! An’ I didn’t have to do my letters today! Can I have a snack now?”

“You just had a Happy Meal!” Sirius exclaims.

“I’m hungry again!”

“Nice try, squirt. We’re going to say sorry to Daddy James.”

Harry sighs. “Do I have to?”

“Yes, you have to.” Sirius takes him by the shoulders and turns him in the direction of the back door. “Let’s go, mister.”

When they had first moved into this house with baby Harry four years ago, Remus had suggested that they plant two trees in memory of James and Lily. They had done so, and installed small plaques at the base of each one. Sirius found over the years that he much preferred visiting the trees to the horrible memorial in Godric’s Hollow.

“Hi, Daddy James,” Harry is saying when Sirius catches up to him. He’s sitting cross-legged by James’s plaque, twisted some blades of grass together in his hands. “Daddy says I gotta say sorry to you. I told Mrs. Carter you were dead.”

“That’s not why you’re saying sorry, Harry James,” Sirius corrects.

“I told her Daddy died. She didn’t ask which one!” 

“Harry.” 

“Sorry for telling Mrs. Carter you were dead so I could get a biscuit, Daddy James,” Harry says. “An’ extra coloring time. Daddy, can I go fly now?”

“Go wash your hands and change into your flying clothes, and meet me back out here,” Sirius says, and Harry scampers off. Sirius kneels by the plaque, presses two fingers to his lips, and then brushes them over James’s name. “He’s a menace, Prongs. You would be proud. Thank you for trusting me with him."

[themanfromeire]

Wolfstar's!Child - Mama Raised a Little Bitch

Parents!Sirius Black & Remus Lupin x Teenager!Reader (ft. Jegulily)

Reader's gender and Hogwarts house is unspecified

This is my first work of the series - if you have any suggestions or requests, let me know!

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Fucked was not a strong enough word to describe how totally and utterly screwed you were now.

When you had first gotten your Hogwarts letter, your uncle Regulus had fallen to his knees (metaphorically) to beg you not to be like James, or your papa Sirius. Remus had joined in too, with both of them citing that ‘Sirius and James were bad enough’ as their justification.

With a promise you had intended to adhere to, you departed to Hogwarts. 

In your defence, you believed you would never even come close to breaking it - you had been going strong for four years now, dedicating yourself to academia instead of continuing the Marauders’ legacy, much to the horror of your godfather and papa.

They had made a big deal about ‘disowning you’, opting to name Fred and George Weasley as their heirs, who were more than happy to accept. You believed it to be a joke. For the most part.

However, now there was a blot on your record - a spill of crimson Chardonnet on a white bedsheet if you will.

A blot that came in the form of Hera O’Donnell.

With her snide remarks and condescending attitude, she strutted around Hogwarts like she were the headmaster herself - as a lioness scoured a savanna for a deer to sink its fangs in to, she paroused her peers, searching for the easiest one to prey upon.

You were her chosen doe. 

In her skewed vision, you wore shoes too big for you to fill - the weight of the Lupin-Black left you crushed by expectations and drowning in inadequacy, waves of failure washing over your head and coating the inside of your lungs with a thick layer of incompetence.

But your head remained firmly above water.

Despite her taunts and jibes being fruitless at first, Hera had hunted you down and separated you from your pack, and now, her teeth finally began to pierce your skin.

 Logically, you should have informed someone. You were not alone - your dad and papa were forever on your side, along with your godfather James, godmother Lily, Uncle Regulus and all of your aunts and uncles, composed of your parents’ Hogwarts friends.

But Hera awoke a different part of you. Something more spiteful. Something more primal.

Reporting it would not be as satisfying. As gratifying. But revenge would be.

If anyone asked you about what had happened to Hera O’Donnell, you would simply claim something along the lines of how ‘her appearance had improved with the addition of a skunk tail.’ It amused your peers, undeniably, but the staff not so much.

Even as your head of house sat you down and informed you of the consequences of transfiguring someone like that and the numerous procedures that Hera was undergoing at St. Mongo’s, having been transferred there for more specialist care, you could not find it in yourself to care. 

However, you absolutely did find it in yourself to care when a crimson envelope fell into your bowl of cereal the next morning. 

You had expected your parents to be informed of the incident, naturally. But a howler? That you had not. Staring at the envelope, Hera’s words swarmed your mind. What if your parents now saw you just as Hera had?

With a quiet sigh escaping your lips, and sympathetic glances from your friends, you opened the envelope, hoping to get it over sooner rather than later. The voice of Sirius Black erupted from the envelope, filling the entire Great Hall.

‘MON AMOUR I AM SO PROUD OF YOU! TRANSFIGURING SOMEO- Oi, Rem, get off! I’m jus-’

‘I TOLD YOU OUR KID WOULD BE A FUCKIN’ GOD AT TRANSFIGURATION!’ Came a proud voice of Remus Lupin, cutting your papa off. ‘LOOKS LIKE YOUR PAPA AND GODFATHER NEED TO REINSTATE YOU AS HEIR AFTER ALL, SWEETHEART!’

As Remus declared that, two very loud and audible sighs of disappointment left the lips of Fred and George. The howler continued, and the sound of a door being slammed open was heard before the voice of James Potter joined in the chorus.

‘WERE NONE OF YOU GOING TO TELL ME THAT THEY TRANSFIGURED SOMEONE?!’ James cried out incredulously and overdramatically, however, he quickly forgot his dramatics in favour of the Marauders’ legacy.

‘NOW ALL YOU NEED TO DO, PRIY, IS TO BECOME ANIMAG-’ the sound of skin hitting skin rung out as Lily slapped a hand over James’ mouth to stop him from accidentally revealing that they were illegal animagi, despite the fact that they legally could register, but they all couldn’t be bothered. James and your papa said it was funnier this way.

‘Darling, as impressive as it is, please don’t transfigure anyone else,’ Lily chastised you gently. She had to at least give off the illusion that they were disciplining you, but you could hear the pride underlining her words and the smirk on her lips.

‘Now, I think it’s best we end this now, hm?’ came the still sophisticated voice of your uncle Reg. ‘Unless we want the entire Hogwarts populous to know James’ social security number.’ There was a chuckle from both the howler and the Hogwarts students at that remark.

‘I want you to know that I am proud of you. The family needed something a little more…Slytherin.’ Regulus remarked before the Howler burst into flames and tore itself up.

Silence filled the Great Hall as everyone took a moment to stare at you and process what had just happened. You looked up and your eyes caught Harry’s.

‘Good job,’ he mouthed at you, giving you a bright smile and a thumbs up from the Gryffindor table, beside a very peeved Fred and George.

Maybe you weren’t so alone or fucked after all.

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic July 24 - prompt 24: Kid Fic [word count 954]

Sirius checked his tie in the mirror by the main door for the third time. He had hated suits and ties since childhood, when he had been forced to wear them, but this time there was no escaping it. He needed to make the best impression. He was terrified.

“Are you planning to seduce the headmistress, my love?”

Remus looked him up and down with a smile while he put on his own jacket. Sirius’s eyes widened.

“Is it too much? Do I need to change?”

“Pads,” Remus said softly. “We’ve just been called up to the school, I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”

“We’ve been called there because our daughter punched another kid.”

“And I’m sure there’s an explanation for that.”

Sirius sighed and followed Remus out of their cottage and through the streets leading to the primary school. He really was terrified. Everybody in the village had come to know Remus, his gentle demeanour, his willingness to help every time there was a medical problem because he had ‘studied medicine a long time ago’ which only meant he was able to distract the muggles long enough to use small healing charms on them. Sirius, on the other hand, knew he was the the handsome stay-at-home husband of Mr Lupin, the one who picked up his kids on a motorbike and wrote them excuses to skip school after a full moon. And now that Estelle had apparently punched a kid, he would be the father who didn’t know how to raise his own daughter. Anwell had never done anything like that since he had started school. Despite his black hair and almost silver eyes, the boy had Remus’s countenance, always his head in a book and helping others. While Estelle, despite being barely six and having a head of curly brown hair almost identical to Remus’s, had Sirius’s temper. Sirius shivered as they went through the school gates. What if he had failed in making her forget those three first months of her life in an abusive family? Worse, what if he had somehow managed to raise a mini version of his own mother, prone to violence and cruelty?

Remus took him by the hand as they walked inside the building, a helpful secretary immediately pointing them in the direction of the headmistress’s office. Sirius swallowed and tried to appear calm as Remus knocked.

“Come in.”

As they walked in, the headmistress rose from her seat and came to shake their hands. Estelle was in a chair in front of her desk, arms crossed.

“Misters Lupin, thank you for coming in,” the headmistress smiled. “Please, sit down.”

They took their places, on each side of their daughter. Sirius’s heart felt as if it was beating in his throat.

“Now, Mister Lupin and Mister Lupin,” the headmistress started. “In this school we condemn violence in all its forms. Estelle punched one of her classmates, and the only reason I’ve asked you here before deciding on a punishment is because she refuses to tell us why. I believe in hearing both sides, and Michael said he was just playing outside when Estelle punched him.”

“Why did you do it?” Remus asked, turning to the little girl.

Estelle stared resolutely at the floor, her lips a thin line.

“Estelle Hope Euphemia Lupin,” Sirius sighed. “Tell us what happened, will you?”

Estelle shook her head and Sirius’s heart beat faster.

“She’s never done anything like this, I don’t understand,” he said quickly. “There must be something else.”

“I agree, I hoped her fathers could get her to tell us what,” the headmistress nodded.

“Come on, ma petite étoile, dis-nous,” Sirius switched to French in the hopes to have a reaction, but without success.

He looked at Remus over their daughter’s head when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” the headmistress said.

The door opened and Anwell walked in, his hand firmly around another boy’s arm.

“Hi Dad, hello Papa,” he smiled. “Headmistress, Michael has something to confess,” he added with all the seriousness his ten years of age could muster.

“I was chasing Violet to lift her skirt,” the boy said. “She was crying, it was funny.”

Sirius shuddered. So little, and yet… He looked at his daughter.

“Is this why you didn’t tell us?” he asked.

Finally, Estelle looked up at him, her eyes filled with anger.

“Violet is still crying in the bathroom and doesn’t want to come out,” she said. “I wasn’t going to tell on her.”

Sirius just nodded, and the headmistress sighed.

“Well, in these circumstances… You can all go. Not you Michael, you’re staying and I’m calling your parents. And Violet’s.”

Sirius waited until they were out of the building to take Estelle in his arms.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered in her hair as she hugged him back.

“I am too,” Remus nodded. “Of the both of you. We should never resort to violence, but some people only understand that language.”

“How did you convince Michael to tell what had really happened?” Sirius asked, putting Estelle back on the ground.

“It was easy,” Anwell shrugged. “I just told him Estelle would punch him again if he didn’t and make him spit out all his new teeth.”

“I could do with some of the old ones too,” Estelle smiled, taking her brother’s hand.

Sirius watched them skip in the direction of home, a mixture of pride and dread in his veins.

“Don’t you think…” Remus started delicately.

“Yes. They definitely have some Black in them,” Sirius nodded, before taking his husband’s hand. “Thankfully, there’s a lot of Lupin in there to contrast it.”

They kissed in front of the school before hurrying after their children.

[buckys-little-belle]

can u do the marauders with a little who has a stuffy and it got ripped? my bunny got ripped a few days ago and im really sad about it!

Broken Bunny

Marauders (Sirius, Remus, James) x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - Talks about an injured stuffed animal, use of needle and thread to sew, use of 'Daddy' 'Papa' and 'Bubby', lots of tears, lots of fluff, the boys being sweet caretakers to both their bunny and their bunny's bunny

Notes - This is short ... No one's surprised lol.

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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"Daddy." Y/n whispered to Sirius, trying to to disrupt Remus and James' study session across the room.

"Yes, Bunny." Sirius smiled, running a hand over Y/n's head, noticing the tears falling down their cheeks. "What's wrong, My love?" He began to look them over for any injuries, though he doubted that was the case as Y/n had been napping for the past hour.

"I woke up an' bunny is ripped." They sobbed quietly. Their back was facing the two other boys, but they noticed the shake of their shoulders and the worried look plastered on Sirius' face. "I don' know what t' do." They pouted, holding their bunny with gentle hands, careful to not touch the loose stitches on it's leg.

"It's a good thing Papa knows how to sew, huh?" Sirius answered, a soft smile sent Y/n's way, hoping it would help calm them down.

Y/n turned to see both Remus and James already clearing the desk, a small sewing kit placed on the table, and a blanket folded in the center. "I din' mean to bother you." Y/n cried harder, watching as the boys got things all set up.

"You didn't bother us, Bunny." James wrapped Y/n up in a hug, his hands rubbing soothing circles on their back. "What are Bubbies for if not emergency Bunny surgery?" He smiled, taking the bunny from Y/n's hand and placing it on the blanket covered table. "I'll be assisting our doctor, Mr Papa today." He said in a silly voice, making Y/n giggle through their tears.

"Please take a seat, Miss Bunny." Remus said, pulling out the desk chair for them.

The surgery was quick and easy, Remus leaned over Y/n as he carefully stitched the leg's seam back together. The cream coloured thread blending in with the Bunny's fur perfectly. With a finishing knot and a kiss to the healed boo boo, Bunny was handed back.

"Thank you Papa." Y/n smiled, tears now dried, a soft smile plastered on their face as they snuggled their stuffed animal.

"Let's remember to finish our manners." Remus said, giving Y/n a soft but firm look.

"Thank you Daddy, and thank you Bubby." They raced to give both boys a big hug, finally settling into Remus' side as he sat on his bed.

"I think it's time for bed, hm?" Sirius smiled, turning off some lights and getting dressed for bed.

"I'm not sleepy." Y/n yawned, the energy they used up worrying over their bunny clearly coming to bite them in the back. "Maybe jus' a little." They smiled, their cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

[calamitoustide]

"are you crying?" from the prompt list (also hi gabby 🤗)

hi zar! so funny story. I completely forgot about this ask and game until I was sitting in class today not paying attention and thinking about this little scene and then I realized it fit the prompt you gave me so I used it. Even though I'm supposed to be focusing on so many other things right now... I wanted to write Regulus with Harry so that's what I did <3

"Papa, are you crying?"

Regulus' breath hitches at the noise. He would've thought if anyone would catch him like this it would've been James, he was kinda expecting it honestly. He didn't think it would be little feet running over to him, and a soft voice so small it weakens his heart every time he hears it. Through his blurred vision, he sees Harry rushing towards him, his little Spiderman shoes lighting up with every step he takes. He takes no hesitation clambering onto Regulus' lap.

"Hi, mon cheri," Regulus murmurs, his voice catching on each word, keeping Harry steady, even if his hands are shaking.

Harry's face scrunches up, "What's wrong?"

Regulus opens his mouth to speak but no explanation comes. His chest caves in more with every breath he takes. He wouldn't give the real one, even if he had one, but he can't come up with a false one either. The panicked breaths and brittle chest are something he's so familiar with, and yet it feels like a new feeling now. It's been so long since it's overtaken him, that he's not sure what to do with it. He learned things to make it better. He's learned the signs so he can call someone to help talk him down. He felt them now too, but he brushed it off. He feels sixteen. He never thought he'd feel sixteen again.

It's stupid. He knows it's not just something that goes away, it's built within him, and yet he had so much hope.

"Papa?" Harry calls out again, his fingers reaching out for the side of Regulus' face. Regulus almost wants to push him away, little tendrils reach for his brain begging him to find a quiet corner far from the light, but he doesn't. He just tries to take another breath, even if it comes out more like a wheeze.

Regulus wants to be able to explain this to him. He wants to explain that he's okay, he's just a little panicked for no good reason. He hates worrying him, especially for things like this. He's too young to see this. Regulus never wanted him to see this.

Harry sits back before suggesting, "Do you want a hug?"

Regulus' chest splits in two. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying again to take a deep breath but it's hard, and the most he can do is a hitched breath before he's consumed by it again. He feels himself nod even if anyone else's touch would feel like sandpaper against his skin right now.

Harry wastes no time wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pushing his face into his neck. Regulus holds him back keeping his eyes closed. He can feel his tears soak into Harry's shirt. He didn't even realize he was crying until Harry asked him about it, he couldn't feel anything, but he feels it now. It's an endless ache, not enough to really hurt him, but he feels it still.

It's been years since he's felt this trapped. He's not other sure what word to use even if it doesn't sound quite right. He grew up as nothing more than a kid trapped in his room. Trapped in a life he didn't want with no options of leaving it. Trapped in skin that didn't feel like his own and a brain that was working overtime to go against him. He's better now. He got out of his parent's house, and he fell in love with a man who showed him all the colors he could only dream of before. He has Harry now. He loves his life. He's even surprised to admit that but he does. He has no reason to feel trapped. He has no reason for his chest to fail him, but here it is caving in again.

Sirius used to tell him there's no straight line for progress. It's not linear. Going backward doesn't truly mean going back, you're always moving forward even if it doesn't feel like it. Regulus doesn't know. He thinks he might've believed it once. He tries to. He tries to be good. He just thinks no matter where he is in his life he'll always be that sad little kid who's trapped in his childhood bedroom. He's afraid it'll never leave him.

"Daddy's taking me to the park," Harry tells him, still refusing to let go. James taught him to not let go first if someone really needed a hug, and Regulus isn't ready to let go yet.

He can't manage to say anything, he only hums instead, feeling the texture of Harry's sweater underneath his fingertips.

"Do you wanna come?" Harry asks him, "We can go on the swings."

Regulus hums again, he wants to say more but all he can manage is, "Sure."

"Good," Harry tells him, "I like when you come."

Regulus' heart aches, but it's a good one this time, he takes a breath. It's shaky but it still fills his lungs all the same. He takes another letting his shoulders drop. He pulls away and finds Harry still smiling softly at him, it's like taking a first breath after you've just almost drowned.

"Better?" Harry asks.

Regulus only manages to nod before kissing the top of his head.

He doesn't have the time to say anything else before James is walking through the doorway, "Kiddo, you ready to go? I thought-" he cuts himself off.

"I'm okay," Regulus beats him to it, letting Harry off his lap.

James' eyes still flicker over him like he's trying to find an open wound he can stitch closed, "What happened?"

Regulus shakes his head, "Just..." he sighs, he knows he can't get out of it. James has never been known to just let these things go. "Worked myself up," he ends up on, "It's okay now."

James doesn't seem convinced, he opens his mouth to say something else but Harry beats him to it.

"Papa's going to the park with us," he says, grabbing at his hand to bring him to stand.

James looks over at him, "Are you-"

"I'm okay," he tells him, giving into Harry's pulling on his arm. He can't make it to the door before James stops him, forcing Harry to slip from his grip making a break for the door.

"Reg..."

Regulus sighs, "I'll talk about it later, okay?"

James' gaze flickers between his eyes before he nods, "Alright," he says, "If you promise you're-"

"James," Regulus stops him, "I'm fine."

Before either of them can say anything Harry's voice calls out from the hall, "Hurry up!"

Regulus smiles softly, "If we leave him waiting he'll kill us you know it."

James rolls his eyes, kissing his cheek, "Yeah, yeah let's go."

James goes through the door first. Regulus stays back to take a breath, he thinks he still feels that crack in the middle of his chest. He knows it'll never go away, but maybe he's okay with that, for a moment anyway. The water doesn't always have to be violent, it can be kind and innocent too.

"Papa! Come on!"

Regulus lets out his breath, dispersing the ocean around him, "I'm coming!"

[turvi]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a George Weasley x reader where she's Harry's ago and either Remus or Sirius daughter? Thank you (:

Hope you like this. Both Remus and Sirius are fathers.

Warning: Kissing, Dramatic Sirius

Y/n woke feeling excited to spend summer vacation with the Weasleys. Her parents were alright about it in fact they were looking forward to spending some quality time alone. Because of the war, they were forced to stay apart for nearly a decade. 

“Good Morning Love” Sirius greeted you from the kitchen. 

“Good morning pops” she wished him as he laid her breakfast in front of her and kissed her temple. 

“Did you sleep well?” 

“Yes father” 

“Don’t call me that it makes me sound… old” He gasped 

“You are old” she replied with a smirk 

He sniffed again “take that back” 

By now Remus was also up from all the commotion. He silently went up to Sirius and hugged him while he was busy arguing with Y/n about how he was not old. 

“Don’t you guys have better things to do than bicker?” Remus groaned into Sirius’ neck 

“It gives a kickstart to our morning” Sirius replied his lover handing his breakfast 

“You need hobbies both of you” 

“Good morning Papa” Y/n wished Remus with a bright smile 

“Good morning pumpkin, have you packed everything?” He asked ever the concerned parent. 

“Yes. And checked twice too like you always say.” 

“Do you really have to go pumpkin? Our home is going to feel so empty without you” Sirius gave his best puppy eyes that always used to work in his favor. 

“Pops not this again please” she got up to get her bags from her room. She loved spending time with her parents and cherished their moments together after the war she gained a new perspective on life. This is the reason she decided to spend her break at the Burrow. 

“Has Harry reached there?” Sirius asked helping her with her luggage. 

“Yeah everyone is there except for me” 

“Yes stick with him those twins are always up to something mischievous” Sirius shivered remembering the last time twins were at their home and played a prank on Sirius. 

“Hmm, but they feel a bit familiar to me” she smirked at her father who was trying to process her words.

Before she could leave someone came stumbling out of the fireplace. Remus got up to see it was George. 

“Hey, Darling” George practically sprinted towards Y/n ignoring the glares of Sirius Black. He embraced her and twirled her around but was immediately interrupted by Sirius. 

“Unhand her you dunderhead” 

George carefully put y/n down and took her luggage “It was nice meeting you Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin, we will see you soon” 

As soon as George held Y/n’s wrist Sirius pulled her back. “Not so fast young lad, Y/n why is this creature calling you darling.”

“Pops I told you he is my boyfriend” 

Sirius gasped “Oh no he isn’t” 

“Dad are you alright?” 

“Oh godric I think I am going to have a heart attack” 

Y/n looked up at Remus who was reading newspaper and drinking his morning tea “Oh, he will be fine, you guys carry on. We will see you soon hun” 

“You better keep one arm distance with her” Sirius’ threat fell in empty ears as the couple had left.

George picked up Y/n’s luggage kissing her lips briefly before apparating to his humble abode. 

“My own daughter how could she do this to me?” 

Remus sighed “Exactly love she is your daughter she has a thing for trouble and George isn’t that bad” 

“Not that bad! He dyed my hair purple, you of all people should know how much I love my hair” Sirius sassed. 

“Oh I know” Remus retorted when suddenly noticed a solemn look on his lover’s face. Remus obviously loved Y/n but she had wrapped Sirius around her fingers ever since she was a little baby.  

As a baby when she refused to sleep and wailed in Remus’s arms she would immediately fall asleep in Sirius' arm. With Y/n Remus found a new soft and more loving side of his lover

“Moony my little pumpkin has grown up. She has a boyfriend now.” 

Remus sighed and hugged Sirius. Merlin knows he needed it. 

“Padfoot she will be back before you know it.” 

“Why did she have to date that weaselboy?” 

“I think she takes after me for that matter. Falling for a troublemaker” Remus gives him a loving smile that always seems to comfort Sirius. They kissed as they slow danced in their home enjoying the peace the morning had brought. 

"She will be fine love she has us" Remus tried to comfort him.

"Yeah, "Sirius smiled at him kissing his lips and scars Remus' chuckle echoing in the house.

BONUS 

Y/n and George were under his blanket sharing kisses and laughs. 

“I can’t wait to marry you” George confessed with a lovesick smile. 

“My father has barely accepted you as my boyfriend and you are talking about marriage” she pointed out even though she loved the idea that he presented her. 

“It’s ok I will always be here. With you. It is fine if we never get married I still want to spend my life with you.” 

“Ohh dear, George I think you love me” 

He chuckled “You think?” He kissed her lips, his cold hands leaving goosebumps on her waist as he pins her on her bed. They are interrupted by tapping on the window. They both peep from the blanket to see a very aghast Sirius Black. 

“This is not one arm distance Weasley!!!!” 

“I think you should start running George” 

“Good idea love.”

[littleliterarylesbian]

Dear James - 3

| part 1 part 2

(cw for: accidental misgendering, prob the last part that will include this)

Hatred fills every part of him for almost no reason most times. He looks at James, his best friend in the whole world, and sees the last person who saw his sister alive. The person who she reached out to before she died and he didn't respond. And Sirius hates that. Hates him.

Sirius looks at Moony, the love of his life, and can't help the rage that bubbles up in him and he has no idea why. Maybe it's because Sirius doesn't understand how someone can love him after everything he's done, the words he's said, maybe it's because Remus was simply just a friend of hers once upon a time ago.

Sirius just hates Peter in general. How dare that man breathe in this universe after what he's done, after the friends he's killed. Sirius and Peter used to be close, but now every time Sirius sees him, in the newspaper, in old pictures of them, he wants to claw Peter's eyes out before shoving them so far up his arse they reach his intestines.

Sirius doesn't say anything though, he keeps it bottled up, it's better this way. He only unscrews the cap slightly with Remus, during sex mainly, when he can claw and scratch and bite without worry.

He doesn't tell anyone of the dreams, the dreams of a little boy with his sisters eyes and sharp angles and James' hair and smile, a boy that grows up happy and loved.

Sirius still remembers how the face became prominent in his dreams.

Sirius and Remus got into a row again, Sirius stomping out of the flat with harsh words and a 'don't wait up.'

He huffed down the street and does what he does every time he storms out. He stops at the local park. Sitting on a bench and watching children play, like he does so often; too often.

Sirius had always wished that he could be here with another purpose for once, maybe if his sister were still alive he would be here as an uncle, watching a little sprong run around with a big smile and a loud laugh.

He was lost in his day dreams when a body slammed into his leg.

Sirius blinked in shock when small arms wound around him and a small voice, one that clearly has a smile, spoke and Sirius was rendered speechless as he looked down. Dark skin and messy brown hair.

"Papa!" The little voice was French, or at least had a slight accent and Sirius' heart squeezed, "You're back early! How did you-" The little body looked up finally and froze.

Sirius' breath left him. Those eyes were so similar, eyes that Sirius had always hoped to see again.

The boy stepped away with a small frown, one that looked so cute with the baby fat on his face, round cheeks that made Sirius just want the small boy to continue hugging his legs because he wanted to bottle up those eyes, those familiar features, forever.

"You're not Papa." When the boy furrowed his eyebrows in an act that so reminiscent of the dead he once cared for so much he felt like screaming.

He tried to keep it together.

"Who is your Papa?" Sirius asked, and he pretended that his voice didn't crack. The boy didn't notice, or if he did he didn't say anything.

Instead, the boy squinted at him, tilting his head like a dog, like James, "I dunno if I should tell you." the boy said, "Papa isn't very pop-u-lar."

Sirius still couldn't stop looking. Looking at the grey eyes that seemed a bit too big for his face, and the baby fat covering what seemed to be pointed features, and messy hair in a familiar dark brown, and dark skin that seemed to be only slightly lighter then James'. Though it was a cloudy day, so what did Sirius know. It could all just be his mind, playing dirty tricks on him like it always does.

But Sirius still forced a smile, he thinks he was too shocked- haunted maybe- to cry.

"That's alright." Sirius shrugged, "I'm not too popular either."

The boy shook his head, "I dunno. Papa doesn't want strangers to know."

Sirius felt like his skin was crawling. An itch he couldn't escape, because now he has to know.

"How about I tell you my name, then you tell me yours. Then we won't be strangers."

The boy thought about it, but clearly didn't see a problem with Sirius' logic when he puffed up his cheeks and nodded.

"My name is Harry"

Sirius smiled, it was wobbly and his face felt heavy, but now he had a name to attach to the boy's face, a face that he knew he will use in daydreams and sleepless nights.

Sirius is aware of how weird that sounds.

"My name is Sirius."

He watched as the boy's toothy smile turned into a frown, Sirius watched as the boy looked him over before Harry's eyes widened and he took a step back.

Sirius watched as the boy looked to the sidewalk, almost in fear, and Sirius doesn't know what he did wrong.

Harry looked back, "Oh, um, I-" His eyes flicked back to the sidewalk and he cut himself off, eyes widening further and Sirius couldn't look away when the smile bloomed on Harry's face again. The boy started to run away, vaguely shouting back an apology. Sirius was sure he was already forgotten in the boy's mind.

Sirius watched him go. He watched as the small body slammed into a short man, he watched as the man looked down before he leaned down and picked the boy up.

Sirius was too far away to see the man properly, and even if he moved closer all he would see was a vague side profile, but he couldn't help but watch.

Sirius still couldn't be sure as he walked a few steps forward anyway, but the nose looked similar. Like the one he saw every day in the mirror, like the one he saw in memories.

Sirius watched the man walk away with Harry and he felt crushed. Like something was taken from him with no reason for why.

He went home to Remus that day stumbling through the door, alcohol on his breath, and holding back tears.

James looks similar now, as he trips out of the floo, clutching a now wrinkled letter in his hand.

[whorediaries-09]

say it's unforgivable

pairing- sirius black x auror!reader warning(s)- hurt/comfort. a/n- heads up, maa and papa refer to james' mum and dad :)

little train. series masterlist.

the moment he gets up from the metal chair, he realizes he's doomed. his heart aches. he has nowhere to go. with maa and papa dead he's stuck, stranded upon the lonely crevice of life. as the minutes pass by, he stands, watching as the others leave. dumbledore sits still, physically calm.

'is there anything you need to say dumbledore?' he watches as the old man slowly creeps from the chair, descending near him. he stands before sirius, his icy blue eyes hovering over his ragged form.

'the man you are sirius, i expect you'll go and try to track down harry?' he asks him, his voice low. 'i save you trouble, harry is within the safe realms of his aunt and uncle.'

'aunt and uncle?'

'lily's sister and husband.'

'WHAT!'

'calm down, he's safe. that's the only way to keep him safe. the blood connection between petunia and lily. petunia knows about this, always has known about this. she's promised to not hurt harry and keep him within safe and secure conditions until he turns into an adult.'

'i don't care dumbledore. i need to see harry potter. he's my godson, i am his legal guardian. not petunia, not her husband.'

'i know.' dumbledore's eyes twinkle for a few moments before he runs his bony hands through his long beard.

'you can join hogwarts as an assistant healer. with all the incidences you had with remus lupin, i'm sure you've got a trick or two up your sleeve.' sirius gulps.

'what?'

'you can see harry in 5 years when he joins hogwarts.'

'no. i need to see my godson now.'

'you will, when you get yourself together. take some time off for yourself sirius.'

'i don't care. i need to see him and check whether he's okay. i need to know. i don't trust petunia with how she treated lily. i need to make sure he's okay. the last time i trusted you albus, i was thrown into prison and my freedom was stolen away from me. not again will i let this happen. i'm leaving, albus.'

*-

he sits beside the coffee counter, shimmying through newspapers. ever since he'd been released, the press was after him. not wanting more attention than he'd already gotten, he decided he'd keep to the muggle world for the time being. that meant being closer to spotting harry and staying away from attention.

for the time he'd been in the wizarding world, within the creepy turns of diagon alley, hagrid had returned him his motorbike. he'd hugged the giant man, thanking him. within the span, he'd also found his mother had died a year back, leaving him to be the heir of the noble house of black. when he'd been left alone with the information of his death mother, he left a pang of joy in his heart, followed by guilt.

he loved his mother, but his mother never did. it wasn't his fault, but he couldn't help but love her. or perhaps it was pity he felt for her, for she had been through the same as him. but it was him who felt the need to break free from the abuse. he hated he had to make her feel like a failed mother. while he felt guilty for feeling joy for losing her, he certainly didn't miss her. no, he was the one who got away.

he crushes the butt of the smoked cigarette, ready to explore the city of london after years of being shrouded in darkness. the need to escape from the darkness still gathers him into a haze of melancholy. he wanted to feel the cold air ripping through his locks, nipping at his skin. he wanted to see the city lights pass by as he fulfilled the need of fresh air filling up his flesh. he may not have yet found a place to stay, but he didn't feel the need to be confined within four walls.

the bell chimes again. a thursday evening didn't see many customers, the cafe deprived of hustle, resulting in a quiet cafe. the bell caught his attention, so he turned his head, watching at the door. his heart skipped a few beats, as a familiar face walked into the cafe. it was his savior.

'a salted caramel latte and a butter cookie, please,' you said to the barista, passing down the bills to fulfil the payment. he walked up to you, his heart bleeding with gratitude.

'hi,' he said, catching your attention. you brushed strands of hair behind your ear, smiling at him.

'hi, mr. black.' he knitted his brows together.

'psst! don't call me that, call me sirius.' he bent down, leaning into your ear, 'i'm out of azkaban solely because of you.' you smiled at him picking up your latte and cookie that the barista slipped across the counter.

'trust me, mr. - sirius i stand for justice.' he crumpled his fingers together, putting his hand into his pockets.

'i agree with you. uhm... fancy a walk perhaps?' he asked. your eyes brandished slowly over his features, your mind seemingly reeling with questions.

'i never thought the sirius black would walk. didn't you drive a motorbike?' he grinned, his eyes lighting up. this was the first time he'd felt the joy after so many years- he allowed himself to relish it, because there was no darkness to shroud his joy into melancholy.

'i do drive one. how did you know?' pushing open the door of the cafe, you walked into the fresh night air, as he followed you. taking a sip of your latte you replied vaguely,

'that, sirius is for me to know, and you to guess.' he grinned, seemingly enjoying your teasing behavior.

'so, you don't fancy a walk,' he stated, putting his hands into his pockets. your eyes raked over him, taking in his starkly contrasting appearance from the day you'd last seen him. within the glow of the streetlight, his high cheek bones and razor sharp jaw underneath porcelain skin rubbed with a soft stubble reflected upon his features. he was wearing a black t-shirt paired with beige slacks. he had cleaned up well within the few days. the air had already been of great favor to him.

'don't you have anyone waiting for you, sirius?' his gray eyes stared into yours before he whispered a quiet no.

'are you sure sirius? or are you too eager within your emotions of gratitude?'

'i hate how you can read through me so easily, sweetheart. but you're partly incorrect, i actually have been sitting alone here, shimmying over the things i've missed.' he moved closer to you.

'i don't think you should spent time alone, sirius. you need other people's company. human's are driven by the presence of other humans, you should be reminded of your roots, of your presence of mind. you'll go insane if you sit alone, secluded.'

'and here you are declining me a walk with you. you're human aren't you? we can interact. either ways, i've asked remus to meet me tomorrow. he says yes.' you laughed, the sound echoing amongst the cars and motorbikes which honked along the streets of london.

'so, what do you say?'

'i'm sure i could also do with a little bit of company,' you replied. your voice was low and soft, like a cool breeze amongst the salty waves of the sea. he smiled at you, wrinkles of a chronicle scarring beside his eyes. he moved closer, standing by you.

'so where shall we go?'

'where ever the city takes us.'

the city reeked of driving him crazy. till it was one hell of a drug, so he could use it up.

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[ellecdc]

(not a request, just some thoughts to ponder! godspeed regarding exams dear elle <3)

Thinking about ploy!marauders x reader who get together after Harry's been born? I would think that Remus and Sirius would have been together since school. But reader's always been stuck pining after her loves who were all already in relationships.

But once James and Lily separate the dynamic shifts and I can totally picture Sirius throwing it out there that they should all give being together a good go. James and Lily are still good friends, happily co-parenting.

Just stuck on the idea of what you think the reader and marauders role in raising Harry would be? would they be auntie and uncles? or function more like step-parents? And when James has Harry for the week how would that change their routine? Curious to hear your thoughts!

Lots of love :)

okay okay okay okay I don't have a fic for this but I have another request that I think needs this background for the head canon's I've been obsessed with based off of this suggestion (with @unstablereader's help)

so this isn't a fic but this is an inside look on how a lot of my fics are formulated 🤣😭

okay so I always hate the idea of Lily and James separating 😭 so either it was super amicable OR maybe Harry was the result of a drunken hook up between the two friends?? (before Jamie was with the other Marauders)

either way, I totally think the other's would have a parental/step-parent role. Like if the boys weren't called papa (Sirius) or da (Remus) etc, he'd certainly be like "at my house with my daddy and my moony and my pads!" and Pandora (I love me some good Pandalily) would be 'ma' and Lily was mummy.

So where @unstablereader and I went wild was maybe reader was our whimsical reader? And when Harry was quite young (toddler) and Siri & Jamie were aurors (so would be at work) and in a Voldemort free au we figured maybe Rem would start teaching earlier? That reader would watch Harry for them when it was Jamie's week with their son

And the boys were all obviously in love with her but none of them did anything about it yet. So we imagined this happening during one of Lily & James' exchanges or parent dates:

Lily: so, Y/N's been around a lot lately, yeah? James: oh yeah she's amazing; I mean, three of us and still our household would probably crash and burn if not for her Lily: *knowing smirk*, hm, so when are you guys going to make it official? James: I beg your pardon? Lily: please, Potter. I see the way you blokes look at her James: no no, it's not like that... *not convincing at all* Lily: James. Do you know what Harry calls her? James:........ Lily: he calls her "lovie". in fact, he calls her "his lovie". He thinks that's her name, James. James:...... Lily: he said, and I quote, "I was at home with my daddy, and my papa, and my da, and my lovie!" James:...... Lily: listen here; I have eyes, potter. and if she's as lovely as you're saying she is, you three better snatch her up before panda and I do.

then we imagined that maybe Sirius and Rem were close by

Sirius: *barges in out of no where* NO RED PLEASE YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US Remus: Sorry guys, I tried to tell him to leave you guys to it. But now that we're here: Lils, please have mercy. The three of us can compete with you and Pandora??? Lily: you guys have a week and then fair's fair.

so a week later when Lily comes by to pick Harry up and reader is there

Lily: *sultry* hello darling y/n: Hello Lily! You know, if you'd asked first I would've said yes Lily: well if they don't treat you right, you know where to find us *James & Sirius come racing over* James: lovie, step away from the door right now Sirius: no more talking to Evans unsupervised *Remus walks in with Harry on his hip* Harry [speaking toddlerese]: mummy! is my wuvie going to wive at bof of Harry's houses? Lily: I'm not sure Has; what does your lovie think? Sirius: *panicked squawking* I SAID YOU CAN'T HAVE HER RED *throws reader over shoulder and disappears further into the house*

the end :)

[floralembarrassment]

Teenager Teenager (1/1) (jegulus)

"I hate you!" Harry yelled as he slammed the door to his room after stomping up the stairs.

Even though James knew Harry was just upset because he wasn't being allowed to go to a party, it still hurt to hear those words from his son. Half of him shook his head knowing that he felt the exact same way at 14 when he wasn't allowed to go to clearly adult parties but the other part of him, his lifelong insecurities of not being good enough crept right up his neck making his hair stand on end.

James sighed. Nothing he could do about it now until Harry cooled down or Regulus got home. Harry would probably ask to go stay with Sirius and Remus, but honestly they are stricter about these things knowing how much trouble they both got into in their youth. At least he knew everyone would agree with this choice even if Harry didn't understand.

He started making dinner and as Regulus got home he explained what happened. Regulus, the perfect partner for James who could read the underlying inadequacy he was feeling and the pain clear on his face, came over and hugged him tightly.

When Regulus pulled back he kissed James' cheek, then spoke softly: "you did the right thing James, and you are a great father. He's just a boy he'll understand one day. And I know my son, he does not hate you at all."

James smiled and leaned back into Regulus. "Thank you," he whispered. Regulus then helped James with the rest of dinner.

When James called Harry down for supper, he came solemnly.

"Hi Papa," he said to Regulus, who kissed Harry's head when he came over to give him a quick hug hello.

Harry then sat down at the table. After a moment of silence only interrupted by the rustling of James and Regulus taking their places at the table, Harry spoke up.

"Um dad?" He asked tentatively, eyes trained on his lap.

"Yes son," James replied evenly.

"Im sorry, I um I don't hate you. I didn't mean that I was just upset and I I don't want you to think that because it's it's not true," Harry stuttered.

James reached his hand out to grab Harry's shoulder. "I know love, thank you for the apology," James said and Harry looked up with a face full of remorse. A small smile of regret lifted the corners of his lips as James and Harry shared looks instead of more words.

"Harry I'm proud of you for apologizing, but you know hurting people with your words when you are upset is not going to fly," James said after a moment.

"I know. I'm really sorry dad, I just feel like I don't know how to control it sometimes..." Harry said.

"Do you want help?" Regulus asked, his voice judgement free. Harry looked at Regulus, and after a moment of eye contact Harry nodded his head.

"Okay, well first things first right is remembering those emotion regulation skills right?" Regulus said, and Harry nodded.

"Maybe we just start practicing those more when we aren't too upset so that they come more naturally when we are, yes?" Regulus encouraged.

"Could we um, could you do them with me after dinner again?" Harry asked quietly.

"Of course mon amour," Regulus replied. He was still just a boy after all, barely a teenager. Regulus didn't learn these skills until he was mid-twenties so he knew Harry was going to be just fine.

"Thank you," Harry said. He looked over at James who nodded encouragingly, and then James pointed his fork at Harry's plate; "Eat. You'll feel better after."

[elilelibeli]

When Remus and Sirius decided to adopt a kid, Sirius was excited. He imagined taking walks with his Remus and their kid, imagined baking with them, reading, playing music. It was a beautiful thought and dad Remus looked very good in it. But when he realized he would have to be left alone with a child, would have to deal with serious conversations, nights alone with the kid, making decisions he freaked out a little. Okay he freaked out a lot, but he didn’t tell Remus because he was really excited and didn’t want to give his husband doubts. So he tried to ignore the feeling. But it became a bit impossible while Regulus pointed out a ridiculous baby leather jacket while shopping for Luna.

Sirius wasn’t about to have a mental breakdown between the baby clothes and women’s underwear section in the shops, so he ran outside the store to get some much needed air.

“A bit dramatic for a leather jacket isn’t it? I know it’s not vintage and cool enough for your standards but it’s for a baby Sirius.” Regulus tried to joke as he was looking at his panting brother, worried.

Ignoring his brother’s poor attempt of a joke, Sirius sat down on the curb of a parking lot pavement. Quiet curse words left his lips as he tried to even out his breathing.

“Sirius what’s going on?” Regulus’s worry grew as he set next to his older brother.

“I will fuck up this child, this kid will trust me and I will break their heart, I can’t do that to our kid Reggie.” murmured Sirius with his head down.

“Whoa what are you talking about? Where is this coming from?”

“Well Regulus it’s coming from the fact that we come from the most fucked up family of all Europe.“ Sirius’s tone changed from devastated to annoyed. “Ah it was so stupid of me to think this was a good idea. People I am meant to take a parenting example from are, well I should not take example of anything from them. And I had this thought of my child coming to me crying and what if I just wouldn’t know how to comfort my own kid, what if It’s not natural for me? You know what I did the first time Effie hugged me Reggie? I cried in my room afterwards because that was the first time I had ever felt safe in the hands of an adult. My hands are same hands of my mother, what if my child can’t hug me because they feel unsafe with me?” Sirius was not breathing between sentences, staring at his brother with eyes filled with pain and fear.

“Stop it! Your hands are not mother’s hands. Your hands are hands that hugged me after I fell from the tree. Your hands were the ones soothing me as a kid, they were the ones giving me sweets, holding me and pulling me to dance and run. Hands that I felt brave and good in. Your hands made the best high chair in the world for my Harry the other day. These are not the hands your child will be uncomfortable being in Sirius”

“How did you.. how were you not freaked out by this? You grew up with them. You know what they are capable of, how could you be sure that you would do it when you didn’t even know what it really meant to be?” asked Sirius while staring at his brother, searching for answers with his eyes.

“Well I knew what it was supposed to look like. Yes maman et papa had nothing to do with that but I always had you. did I freak out at first? of course! And then James told me something that made it all look possible, he said that the main thing was to have love, do everything with love, make every step or decision with love and for the sake of love for the kid and it would be okay. “Yes we are going to make mistakes and wrong decisions, love, but if we treat our child with love and respect those mistakes will not be the end of the world” he said. And I realized he was correct. You practically raised me Sirius and you were a child yourself. I knew love and respect from you, I saw care and safety and while I will never know that from my parents I knew I had it in me cause you had it in you even back then. You had it and you taught me. “ Regulus answered, his voice full of sincerity.

Sirius’s eyes were glistening from tears. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead he hugged his brother tightly. “Your James voice is terrible, Reggie” he said smiling in his brothers shoulder.

“Wanker.” replied Reggie lightly hitting Sirius’s head. “Talk to Remus Sirius, trust me it will make you feel better”

“Oh daddy Remus will be so hot” Sirius wiggled his eyebrows while sniffing.

“Gross, Sirius, gross” replied Reggie, standing up from the pavement and picking up a bag with a baby leather jacket for his stupid brother’s future kid in it.

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic July 17 - prompt 17: Slice of Life [word count 614]

For once, the house was silent in the early hours of the morning. Remus sighed contentedly, as Sirius passed a hand in his hair, pulling the blanket almost over their heads against the sun rising outside and the birds singing.

“I think they’re finally sleeping in a bit,” Remus smiled.

“It’s about time,” Sirius chuckled. “We haven’t had a lie-in in five years I think.”

“We need to have a look at everything for Anwell’s birthday party today,” Remus yawned. “You know Mary and Harry both asked to help set up.”

“No no no no,” Sirius’s arms closed around him. “That’s after-breakfast talk, Moony. None of that now.”

“Alright. What do you want to talk about?” Remus’s fingers were playing with a strand of Sirius’s hair.

“Who said we need to talk?”

The kiss was slow, and Remus felt Sirius smile in it.

“After all those years I never thought I could still be this happy,” he sighed.

“You deserve it,” Remus pulled him closer. “We all do.”

They were still smiling between kisses when a noise down the corridor made Remus turn his head.

“I think someone woke up,” he said, propping himself up in bed.

“Are those cries?” Sirius sat up by his side.

But the house was silent again, and they stayed still for a moment, each trying to hear more, until the bedroom door was pushed open, revealing a little boy of almost five, his face scrunched up in worry, holding at the best of his short arms’ ability a baby silently sobbing.

“Anwell!” Remus exclaimed. “What happened?”

“I think Estelle had a nightmare,” Anwell said. “I tried to tell her a story but I think she needs Papa.”

Sirius had already jumped out of bed, kneeling by their son’s side.

“It’s alright, give her to me,” he carefully took the baby in his arms. “It’s alright, ma petite étoile, Papa’s here. You’re alright. No one’s going to hurt you.”

Remus’s heart ached as he saw the tiny hands close on Sirius’s pyjamas. They had adopted Anwell as a newborn when he had been abandoned at St Mungo’s but Estelle had been three months old when Mary had called them to ask if they would be ready to grow their family and especially to adopt a little girl who had been taken away from an abusive family. They had both ran to St Mungo’s immediately, finding Mary with a traumatised baby in her arms, unable to calm her down. The second Sirius had taken her in his arms, she had nestled against his chest and stopped crying. And months later, it was still the same. She was a very happy baby, at ease with both her dads and her big brother, but she still woke up crying at night and in those occasions only Sirius was able to calm her down. Once, when she had fallen back asleep, Sirius had joked that she might recognise in him someone who had survived a horrible family, and Remus had ended up holding a crying Sirius in his arms.

“Why didn’t you call us?” he asked Anwell now.

“Yesterday you said you were tired, Daddy,” Anwell said. “I wanted you to sleep.”

Remus felt his heart swell and he extended his arm towards his son.

“Come here, fy nghariad,” he smiled.

The little boy almost ran up to him, climbing on the bed and settling by his side. Sirius sat back down on the bed as well, delicately wiping away the tears from Estelle’s little face as the baby tried to catch his finger in her tiny hands. He smiled at Remus.

“You’re right,” he said softly. “We deserve to be this happy.”

[asmo-d3us]

Marauders Era Characters and telling them you have boy/girl problems

(Parent and Child perspective)

You and the person you have problems with are above 16!!

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

James Potter:

He’s cooking in the kitchen for dinner, and you come in, looking very sad and upset. He gets concerned and asks you if you’re okay. You sit down at the counter and don’t reply, he continues cooking and tells you to talk to him when you’re ready.

“___ cheated on me.”

He immediately freezes and stops cooking, his hand fists around the spatula he’s holding. He breathes in deeply and turns around, “The boy/girlfriend that used to come over?” When you nod your head, he hums and returns back to cooking.

Little do you know, he’s about to make you your comfort food and he just texted Regulus about it and now your other dad’s Barty and Evan are going to go solve the issue!

Sirius Lupin:

He’s laying in bed, cuddling with Remus and you come into their room while they’re watching a movie. He notices you and asks you what’s wrong, and you tell him you want to speak with him, so he steps out of the room reluctantly.

“What’s wrong darling?” “I didn’t want papa (Remus) to hear this but I wanted to tell you.” He’s worried, “What’s wrong, love?” “___ cheated on me..”

He just stares at you for a bit, face motionless, but you can see his fists clench together. He clears his throat, smiling softly, and places a hand on your shoulder. “How about I call uncle James and Evan, and you three have a nice movie night, eh?”

You run off and he calls James. Not only does he mention a movie night, but he also tells him the problem. Let’s just say James and Evan aren’t back home for the next couple hours after the movie night with you.

Remus Lupin:

Sitting in his office, on his comfortable rocking chair, reading a book with a lamp on in the dark room. You step in hesitantly, knowing that he doesn’t like when anyone interrupts him while reading. He doesn’t look at you, too invested in his book, so you clear your throat, fiddling with your fingers. He looks at you above his glasses and he hums.

“Hm?” “Sorry, papa, I just wanted to talk to you about something.” He can tell you’re upset so he places the bookmark in his book and closes it, “What’s wrong?” “Sorry, it’s stupid-” You’re tearing up and he immediately stands up, walking towards you and placing a comforting hand in your hair, “Darling, what happened?” “___ cheated on me..”

He continues petting your hair and comforting you, kissing the top of your head as you explain how it all went down. “How about you go to your dad (Sirius) and he’ll comfort you, hm? I promise it’ll be okay.”

When you leave he immediately sits back down at his chair and stares at the wall for a bit. He grabs his phone and messages the group chat with him, Regulus, and Lily. He later comes into the room where you and Sirius are, with a tub of ice cream as he consoles you, and he says that he’s going to the market and he’ll be back soon. Sirius immediately understands and nods his head.

Lily Macdonald:

She’s writing in her journal, sitting outside on the porch underneath the big cherry blossom tree. You come and sit beside her, and she turns her head towards you. She notices you’re upset and her smile falls. “Love, are you alright?” 

“Yeah, it’s just mom (Mary) wasn’t home so I decided to come to you.” “Yeah, what’s wrong deary?” She asks, her hand holding yours. “___ cheated on me..”

She sighs and hugs you, comforting you as you confide in her. Her arms are around you and she’s both listening to you, and coming up with a plan.

Afterwards, she tells you to go inside and get all the snacks out because you both will be having a girls night. Mary comes home, Lily tells her everything and after you fall asleep, they both leave the house and handle the problem themselves.

Mary Macdonald:

She’s doing her makeup for her evening job, and you step into the room. She looks at you from the mirror and frowns, “What’s wrong love?”

You sigh and get straight to the point, “__ cheated on me.”

Her eyebrows fly up and her jaw drops slightly. She turns around and holds out her arms. You run to her and she wraps her arms around you and she tells you to explain everything to her. You both sit down on her bed and she listens to everything you say.

Later on, she tells you that she’ll figure something out for the weekend for you and Lily to do so you feel better. After you walk off, she calls Lily and tells her the plan for tonight. You never hear from that ex ever again.

Marlene Meadowes:

She’s playing soccer outside with Barty and James, and they’re reminiscing about their childhood when they were childhood best friends. They’re trying to get back to how they used to be, and you know that, but you really need someone there for you right now.

“Uh, mama?” you call, and she stops the ball with her foot and three heads turn to you (the parental instinct goes crazy) “What’s wrong, hun?” she asks, and you clear your throat while rocking back and forth on your toes and heels. “Can I talk to you? I’m sorry, it’s just important.” You notice that James and Barty are also concerned but Marlene tells them that she’ll be right back.

“What’s wrong?” She asks right when she steps inside and you sigh, crossing your arms and looking down at your feet. “__ cheated on me.”

She’s quiet and when you look up, her eyes are wide open and angry, her fist clenched around the ball so hard it pops. You jump back and she apologizes before stepping back outside. It makes you upset because you start thinking that she doesn’t care, so you go to your room. In reality though, she’s talking to James and Barty about it and they make a plan to go and torment that child. Afterwards, she comes back home, her fists bruised (you don’t notice), comes into your room, and sleeps with you for the night. (Dorcas doesn’t mind, and might join).

Dorcas Meadowes:

She’s in the garage, sharpening her knives. She had been gone for the past 3 days and you don’t know why, so you don’t want to bother her, but mama Marlene is busy with Barty (who was also gone for 3 days??) and James. When you walk into the garage, she looks up at you and smiles, “Hey hon, I missed you.” she opens her arms for a hug and you gratefully wrap yourself in her arms. “I can tell something’s bothering you. What is it?”

You sigh and pull her away at arm length. “___ cheated on me.”

Her brows furrow and her eyes slightly squint. She inspects your face and slowly picks up the knife, twirling the tip around her finger. “And this upsets you, yes?” you nod and she hums, kissing your cheek and escorting you out of the garage. “Barty’s here right? Tell him to come here and call uncle Evan and Regulus.”

You notify him of the news and he sighs, “Not again, we just finished the job and got back home!” “It’s fine, babe. Just go.” James sighs, knowing that this means Regulus will also have to leave again, hopefully not for 3 days like last time. Barty calls both Evan and Reg, and when they arrive, they speak to Dorcas about it. At first, they’re a bit hesitant because that’s a teenager, but the look in Dorcas’ eyes lets them know that there’s no changing her mind.

Regulus Potter-Black:

He’s in his room, on his bed, reading a book while listening to white noise. Dad James is busy in the kitchen while dads Barty and Evan are playing video games in the game room. You don’t want to disturb James because he takes his cooking seriously, and you know if you bothered Barty and Evan they’d lose the game and they’d be pretty upset. So, you go to Regulus.

His eyes immediately dart up to you and he scrutinizes your face, right away noticing something isn’t right. He waits for you to speak, and since he’s your dad, you understand from his eyes that he’s allowing you to continue speaking. “Papa,” you inhale deeply, knowing what he’s going to do and how he’ll react. “___ cheated on me.”

He slams his book closed–you flinch–and he stands up abruptly. As he approaches you and places a comforting hand on your cheek, he asks, “Did she/he yell at you? Hurt you? What did she/he do?” He listens to what you have to say, and depending on what she/he did, the punishment would vary.

He places the book softly in your arms and tells you to read for a bit, and that it will relax your mind. Being his child, you agree, and begin reading. He storms out of the room and slams the gaming room door open. He stands in front of the TV while Barty and Evan groan and complain. He says, “Shut up, Y/N got cheated on by that fucking piece of shit.” The three men then go get ready, and James notices them. “Where are you guys going? Dinner’s almost ready!” “We’re not hungry. You can have dinner with Y/N, right?” Barty asks, and James nods hesitantly. “Are you guys?...” he asks, and the three men nod. James merely sighs and ushers them out the door, making sure they aren’t cold or forgot anything.

And of course they don’t leave before giving you and James a kiss on the cheek.

Barty Potter-Crouch Junior:

He’s playing video games in the gaming room, and either Evan, Regulus, and/or James are/is with him, or he’s alone. Either way, you decide to go to him about this because he’s always been the type of dad that you know will always protect you and solve the problem. Granted, none of your dads have told you how they ‘solve the problem’ but you have a pretty good idea on how, now that you’re older.

“Dad?” You mutter, playing with the hem of your shirt. “Hm?” He hums, eyes on the screen while his fingers dash over the controller. “I need to tell you something..” You whisper and he sighs, pausing the game and facing you. “What happened? Did you break something?” He asked, concern written into his face. “No, it’s just..__ cheated on me.” you mumble, tearing up slightly but trying to keep yourself strong.

He places the controller down immediately, approaching you slowly and lifting your chin up, “Darling, don’t be upset, it happens to everyone.” He hugs you for a bit, and lets you talk to him, even though you really don’t have to, he’s going to kill that son of a bitch anyway.

He puts on your favorite game and allows you to play, knowing it comforts you and excites you. He leaves the room and walks over to Evan, who’s making tea for himself. “What’s wrong Bee?” He asks when he sees the angry look on his face. After explaining, they both approach Regulus who’s reading his book, and he also immediately agrees to the plan. James tries to calm them down and tell them no, and that’s a child! But he can’t seem to convince them. So he just goes over to you and spends time with you, secretly worried about his three husbands at the moment.

Evan Potter:

He’s also either reading a book, playing games with Barty, or making tea. Let’s say in this scenario, he’s brushing his teeth, about to go to bed, and you storm into the bathroom, expecting to be alone. You’re sobbing, clutching your mouth so ‘no one hears’, not knowing that your dad Evan has immediately whipped around in concern, toothbrush long forgotten. “Darling?” He mutters, and you jump, quickly covering your cries. “Oh, h-hi dad!”

He demands you tell him what happened as he wraps you in his arms. He barely manages to get it out of you, but when he does, he allows you to cry yourself to sleep on his shoulder. He picks you up from the bathroom floor and carries you all the way to your (or their bedroom), and either places you in your bed, or with James since he’s also sleeping and you aren’t alone.

He zooms into the gaming room, and with his sixth sense, Barty pauses the game, turns towards Evan, looks into his eyes, and knows somehow what happened. They both put on their jackets, about to step out of the house before Regulus approaches them and asks them what the problem is and where they’re going.

They both tell him that they’ll be back soon, and something came up. Reg is worried and concerned but they assured him that nothing happened, and that Reggie should instead go to your room/their room and comfort/sleep with you (and James if you’re in their room). Reggie also catches on quite quickly and allows them to leave the house, grabbing his bitter black coffee and coming into your room or wherever you’re sleeping, cuddling in on the other side of you/where you’re facing, snuggling in, and wrapping his arms around you, making sure to comfort you because he understands how you feel.

Pandora Lovegood:

She’s watering her plants and speaking to them, so you don’t want to interrupt, but you need someone to speak to about this and both dad and Luna are busy. She turns towards you with a tiny frown, her senses telling her there’s a problem before she even looks at your face. “Darling, something’s wrong.”

You sigh and tell her how you got cheated on, which causes her to frown deeper and glide over to you, wrapping you in her arms. “Don’t worry darling, karma will bite them in the arse.” That makes you laugh, and she smiles at the fact that she managed to make you giggle.

When night comes and you go to sleep, she goes into her study and begins making a potion. A potion that will make sure that ex never sees the light of day again, or feels torture for the rest of their life. It depends on what they did to you, and how hurt you were.

[letstrythisout4]

Mary and Harry Pt. 2

April 1982

Bright green eyes stared into Mary’s deep brown, and Mary could hear Peter in the back of her mind.

He’s very…aware. 

That was what Peter said when he held Harry for the first time. Everyone had laughed at how concerned he sounded and looked, arms held all the way out holding Harry as if bringing him any closer would hurt. 

The comment was the first of many. Everyone loved Harry, more than anything, but he was…different. He just knew things. Remus had refused to baby-talk to Harry, claiming that Harry understood and it seemed that he did. He would babble back at Remus as if speaking, expressions appropriate to every story that Remus laid out.

Mary had never seen these moments herself, always getting the long-winded retelling from James and Sirius. After years of knowing the boys Mary had learned not to believe anything they said unless it could be proven, and it had just felt like another exaggerated story.

But now it made sense, it hadn’t even been a year since they had been together and Mary could see exactly what they meant.

The pair both sat at their small dinner table, Harry staring knowingly at Mary as if he were a proper Legilimens. Then Harry’s hands appeared from where they had rested below the table of his high chair, in his hands were Mary’s keys. 

Mary’s head dropped on to the table and she let out a loud groan.

This baby was going to be the death of her.

Mary stood, reaching across the table to pry the keys out of Harry’s strong baby-hold. “Enough with the keys, Harry.” 

Mary had been told her whole life that she was patient. She didn’t feel very patient as she opened and slammed closed the nearest drawer in their kitchen, keys trapped inside. 

The urge to slam her head into the wall almost took over Mary as she watched Harry’s eyes water. “Don’t start, Harry.” 

He started.

First it was slow, tears silently streamed down his chubby face, his chest rising and falling with the wails that were preparing to escape his lungs. “WAHHHHHHHHH!”

For the most part, Harry was a quiet child. The most sound he made routinely was giggling whenever Mary forgot to tie up her hair, he would laugh and laugh tugging on her curls, finding immense amusement in how Mary would repeatedly say “Ow ow ow ow, stop it, you damn gremlin or I’ll put you up for adoption, do not test me.”

“What do you want now, Harry? And don’t ask for the keys, I’m sick of hearing them chime.” Mary rubbed her forehead, how people could possibly have multiple children was lost on her.

He did the impossible and started crying even harder, “Mama, Papa, Pads, Moo, Pet” and he repeated and repeated, tiny fist wiping his face. 

Mary sighed, “I miss them too.”

Sometimes Harry would just do that, start repeating the broken names that he knew. He wasn’t even two and yet he knew that people were missing in his life. “Come on, we have things to do.”

The pair of them got ready, falling into their short morning routine. Harry was dropped into his play pen, or cage as Mary liked to call it, and played noisily with blocks and sensory fidgets that Mary had bought. Sesame Street was already playing, Big Bird was on an adventure to find a friend, “Alright, I’ll be right back, don’t break anything.”

Harry looked over his shoulder and jutted his thumb towards her to acknowledge he understood. 

Mary didn’t know much about babies but it didn’t feel like he should be able to do all of this.

“Alright, then.” Mary was off, practically running into the bathroom (Harry always found a way to get into something he wasn’t supposed to if she left alone for too long) , pulling off her satin scarf and shaking her curls out. She dressed as quickly as she could, a simple red shirt and dark-washed jeans, and hopped back into the living room, putting her shoes on as she went.  Sneakers now tied, she swooped up Harry and dressed him similarly, though his shirt was blue. The final touch was a tap to Harry’s head, the chill made him shiver and hum disapprovingly at her, his disappointed glare was worth it when his eyes were brown, nose wider and hair curlier; he now looked less like a mini-Potter and more like a mini-MacDonald, it was almost disturbing how much he looked like her cousins.

Her cousins… Merlin, she hadn’t seen them in years. 

A tug and the sound of stomping feet got her to walk. 

The duo walked out of the apartment, Harry stood patiently beside Mary as she fought to lock the apartment door, looking very adorable wearing his baby glasses and book bag as big as him. 

That was another thing Mary quickly realized was, James wasn’t lying about ‘Potter terrible eyesight trait’. It wasn’t very noticeable until a few weeks into their new lives and when Mary had been calling for Harry to look at her when she was standing across the kitchen and he couldn’t make eye contact. An immediate red flag because this boy did barely anything other than make eye contact. 

And so big chunky high-powered glass sat on Harry’s nose, not unlike photos Euphemia had proudly shown James’ entire friend group every Christmas, she would say it was a “curse” placed on all Potter men since the dawn of time to have terrible sight, Mary could remember Fleamont’s hearty laugh filling the room whenever the topic came up. 

It never failed to make the patriarch laugh.

There was another tug on Mary’s jeans and she was back in 1982, staring unseeingly at the wall of the hallways of her apartment building and not in 1979 snickering with Lily at baby James’ glass that made him look like a bug.

No, now instead of a photo bug-eyed James below her was bug-eyed Harry looking concerned. as if he knew.

“Come on.” was all she said, one hand taking his hand in hers, the other patting her wand which was concealed in a pocket sewn on her jeans. 

The pair started their walk, through the elevator and lobby, Harry waving to the doorman as he always did, chirping out “Hi!”.

When they had first moved to D.C. Mary had been worried that she wouldn’t be able to find the magical sections of the district, but it was rather easy. Americans weren’t nearly as strict on secrecy as Britan was. Mary had been lucky to find an apartment on the outskirts of the district, a nice historical town, mixed with apartment, townhouses and shops. The best part -other than the safety- was that just down the street was a Magical Emporium, the front half was for muggles who seeked out the services of the witches who ran the stores. Most muggles were skeptical, some were believers, some were just desperate and willing to try anything. The back half was what interested Mary, in the back of the hole in the wall store was an entire shopping village filled with everything a witch could ask for. 

Mary and Harry walked through the store, Mary covered Harry’s ears as a muggle in a suit started begging if there was anything that the counter could do to save his business. With a nod to the witch, they walked to the back through one curtain, then through another to find the village. Witches and wizards were apparating and disapparating in and out, filing in and out of shops and restaurants. On days where Mary missed her Hogsmead days she would bring Harry here, the two of them sitting on a bench watching as people milled around.

But today wasn’t a day for people watching, today they were on a mission. The duo walked to the owlery, Harry stood patiently in line for a total of five minutes before he started repeating “Up! Up!” Mary stood with Harry in her arms.

For a baby, he looked very smug.

“Next in line please.” They approached the wizard's station that had called them, “Owl preference?” a dark-skinned wizard asked, hand hovering over bins of owl treats. 

“An Elf Owl, please.”

“Been here before?”

“No.”

He smiled, “It’s simple really. Take the treat, extend your hand over the ledge and the owl will come to you. See the treat is charmed to attract whichever owl you ask for, tie the letter as you would any other and they’ll fly off. Whatever you’re sending weighs less than 3 pounds, correct? Traveling domestic or international and if international where?” he asked, handing over the circular treat.

“International, Britain.” Mary stated simply, the less information given the better. 

“Hm well, I am required to tell you that because of the war letters may be intercepted, our owls are top notch but” he shrugged “things happen. And as with all flights we do not do long term stays, meaning the owl will not stay with the recipient. Do you wish to get an owl that will stay  for a total of 10 minutes, allowing for a response?”

“No, no I don’t need a response.” Harry gurgled unhappily at that. 

The wizard raised an eyebrow at her, “He seems to think otherwise.”

Mary pinched Harry lightly, “He just likes to disagree with me.”

Once the payment was finalized they walked to the ledge where several feet in front of them were multiple trees, owls occupying almost every branch. (One of Mary’s favorite aspects of the village was that nobody asked for names unless absolutely necessary, making purchases much simpler for Mary) Mary perched Harry on the ledge before holding out her hand with the treat. A small Elf owl flew to them and Mary tied her letter to his presented talon.

The letter was simple,’I have him, I was right about Dumbledore, stay safe’ was all it read. Mary gently stroked the owl's head, “This goes to Remus Lupin, give it to no one else.” The owl blinked and flew away. 

—

Mary was proud to call herself a decent chef, at least when she paid attention.

Which wasn’t frequently.

She walked around stirred the pasta she was boiling and allowed herself to get lost in her mind.

Remus Lupin. 

There were some days where Mary regretted not bringing Lupin with them to the states. She typically dismissed the idea quickly, there were plenty of valid reasons to leave Lupin. It wasn’t a secret he Dumbledore was looking for Harry, he and Milicent Bagnold -the current Minister of Magic- were all over the papers, stating that someone had stolen away Harry Potter. They stated that they had “good reason to believe” that the boy was alive and somewhere out there in the world. 

Mary had already been in hiding for a month before the attack on Lily and James, hiding that Dumbledore recommended. 

So when Mary had disappeared it was nothing to worry about, but if Remus disappeared, they might as well have handed over Harry right to Dumbeldore. Remus’ description was too unique. But most importantly, Mary didn’t think he’d have gone willingly.

Dumbledore was very…trusted. Everyone adored him, everyone owed him, so everyone listened to him. So when Mary spoke out against him there had been concerns. 

Mary never really trusted him. He was too… politically correct. He never wavered, always preached love and light and forgiveness, but it never resonated with Mary. 

But everyone else agreed, at least agreed enough. Nobody was quite as starry-eyed but everyone still trusted him. Even as people started dying left and right. 

Mary was sixteen when she was attacked by wanna-be Death Eaters in the halls of Hogwarts. She was sixteen when Dumbledore told her that he “couldn’t do anything” about the attack and that “ we are all in a delicate position”. She was sixteen when she officially didn’t trust Dumbledore. She was sixteen when she started whispering her doubts to her friends. She was seventeen when she started noticing that her friends were lying to her. She was seventeen when she and her friends joined the order. She was eighteen when Moody had casually mentioned that he was “impressed” when Dumbledore told him that “she was willing to go on missions alone”, when she had never said that and had thought it was a coincidence. 

She was twenty when Lily had whispered to her about a prophecy that Snape said “no one was to know about”. 

~~~~~

“Who else knows?” Mary whispered, griping Lily’s arms tightly.

Lily shook her head, red hair spilling from her bun, “I don’t know. I haven’t told anyone…” she trailed off and guilty added “not even James.”

Mary’s mouth opened and closed before spitting out, “Why tell me?” 

That was the first time in a long time that Mary had felt one of her friends had been truly honest with her. Ever since the night in the hospital wing years ago, where she whispered to them that she thought Dumbledore was a coward for not punishing Muliciber, honesty was quietly non-existent. Her friends would dance around any details concerning their work for the Order, she would only get vague descriptions. 

They never stopped loving her, no, Sirius’ hugs were still strong and grounding and Marlene never stopped smiling with teeth, but it was different.

It broke Mary's heart to see Lily fold into herself at the question, “I don’t think anyone else will believe me.” Lily gasped, tears flowing.

Peter had said years ago “A fairy loses its wings every time Lily cries.” and it had never felt more true. There was no better way to describe how wrong it was.

All these tears for a letter. Mary hugged Lily tightly, “I believe you.” she whispered and Lily only cried harder. The letter had Snape's cramped spidery handwriting, scribbled out was a prophecy and a warning to “tell no one, no one knows”.

“James and I went,” she sniffled. “We went to my parents' old house and it was there waiting on the kitchen table. I hid it before James could see.”

“I won’t tell anyone.”

 ~~~~~~

The night had ended with many tears and the burning of the letter, neither girl was going to forget the haunting words ever. 

And even now, Mary couldn’t confidently say Remus would believe her. Remus was a practical man, never fond of Divination. And denial…denial was a strong thing. Even Mary struggled to believe all of this came from a flaky form of magic.

Lily hated Divination, nobody hated Divination more than Lily Evans. But desperation too was a strong thing. 

Mary shook her curls, Remus wasn’t here and it was too late to get him, the past was the past. She looked down at the noodles she had been stirring and…they weren’t boiling anymore. 

‘Oh no…” Mary thought to herself, head falling back as Harry began to cry. 

The lights in the apartment flickered, the ice machine started pouring ice out of the fridge, and Harry’s toys started levitating. 

“ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! ENOUGH, I’M COMING!” Mary yelled to Harry as she began searching for the keys that she had once again hidden away. 

Keys in hand, Mary jumped over the couch right into Harry’s playpen all but throwing the keys at the baby. 

Suddenly everything stopped, the faint sound of boiling began again, ice stopped falling on the floor and the lights were consistently on. Harry began waving the keys around, listening to the jingling they made. Mary slumped on the floor beside the one year old, “Aunt aunt aunt” he chanted using his hand without the keys to pat Mary’s curls from where they were in reach.

“All this for a snotty, green, bug-eyed one year old” Mary muttered under her breath before gently pushing Harry over, much to his amusement.