#canis major sirius

[metalomagnetic]

Snippet Canis Major

Voldemort remembers the other Sirius. Also, a little glimpse at Orion/Walburga, because I never tire of this toxic couple.

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Usually, it was Arcturus or Pollux that showed up when their children got in trouble. Cygnus, especially, was often in trouble, so Pollux’ face was the most familiar to the students.

In Voldemort’s sixth year at Hogwarts, Atticus Bulstrode, the Head Boy, invited Walburga to Hogsmeade, the last in a lengthy string of boys asking her out. Only this time, she accepted.

When he heard, Orion challenged him to a formal duel. Atticus laughed, rolled his eyes at his fourteen years old opponent.

“Quick!” He was shaken awake by Abraxas, in the middle of the night.“Orion is killing Bulstrode in the trophy room! You have to stop him!”

He reached them just in time, he disarmed Orion, and rushed Bulstrode to the Hospital Wing, where they found Dumbledore asking the Matron for a sleeping potion.

Atticus was lucky- Dumbledore was more often than not away from Hogwarts, chasing Grindelwald, rumour went, but he was there that night, apparently suffering with insomnia.

The professor kept Atticus alive until the Healers from St Mungo arrived and took the boy with them.

“It wasn’t me,” he said, hurriedly, stained in Bulstrode’s blood, lingering in the Hospital Wing. Dumbledore peered at him from under his half-moon glasses. Dumbledore always liked to blame everything on him. “I only brought him here after-”

“I know,” Dumbledore assured him.

The next morning Atticus’ father came thundering, his yells easily heard from where Voldemort was spying, near the Headmaster office.

He wondered if maybe this will be the time when a Black actually suffers consequences. After all, Bulstrode’s name was ancient, they were a rich, influential family, and surely, at least on account of that, Dippet would do something more than detention and points taken, which was the usual punishment for Blacks.

Only, this time it wasn't Arcturus that came to fix his son's issues.

It was the infamous Sirius Black. A tall man, with wide shoulders, long black hair hanging around his face, deep circle under his too intense eyes, mouth twisted in a snarl. Orion walked behind him, his gaze fixed on his older relative. Voldemort watched them, hidden by a pillar. Orion never seemed small; he carried himself with such arrogance and pride, his head held so high he seemed a foot taller than he was. Yet right then, Orion looked small, trailing after his grandfather, quietly, as Voldemort observed them disappear up the stairwell leading to the Headmaster's chambers.

They left Dippet’s office not even a quarter of an hour after they entered it.

As soon as they emerged from it, the gargoyles closing the door behind them, old Black slapped Orion, the noise echoing down the hallway.

“Next time you pull something like this, do it on a weekday, you fool! If I’m woken up again at this ungodly hour on your account on a Sunday, you will be very sorry for it.”

“Yes, Grandfather,” Orion answers, in that unfazed tone of his.

The old man narrows his eyes. “What was it about, anyway? How did he provoke your ire?”

A second worth of silence. “He tried stealing from me.”

Orion gets hit again, harder this time. The heavy family ring rips the skin at the corner of his left eye, and that pure blood of theirs makes an appearance.

“Then why does he still have hands?” the old man hisses, enraged. “If someone attempts to take what is yours, you cut off their hands, boy!”

He slaps Orion again, just as harshly.

“Yes, Grandfather.” Orion doesn't take his eyes off his grandfather, doesn't wipe away the blood running down his cheek, his hands held behind his back.

Sirius Blacks huffs in displeasure, before turning on his heels and marching down the hallway. “Weakling,” he mutters.

Nothing happened to Orion. Not even the usual detention. No points taken.

Sirius Black insisted it was a formal duel, that the challenge had been accepted, and it was all done honourably, Slughorn told Voldemort, when he called him into his office to give him the Head Boy badge, temporarily, until Atticus recovered and would be able to return to Hogwarts and his duties.

“When Armando reminded him duels are illegal at Hogwarts, formal or not, Mr Black said rules are just words on parchment; that he’s a wizard, and he follows laws of magic, not of men.” Slughorn sighs, rubs at his temples, and then he takes a caramel out of his newest bribe-sweets bag that Abraxas gave him. “He told Mr Bulstrode that if he wants justice, then he should challenge him to a duel, and solve it like wizards ought to. Of course, Mr Bulstrode has more than one brain cell, so he refused and let it go.” He sighs again, points a sugar coated finger at Tom. “This is why I always told you not to seek trouble with Blacks. We’re lucky he’s apparently taken to drinking lately, locked up in his Manor, that he lets Arcturus handle most of their affairs, who is much milder and reasonable. But, once in a while, he gets out and you do not wish to run afoul of him.”

No one in the common room talked of it; only Walburga complained she was looking forward to going to the newly opened teashop in Hogsmeade, and demanded to know what was Orion’s problem with Atticus.

“A Quidditch thing,” Orion told her, with a shrug. “Don’t worry, Waly. I’ll take you to Madam Puddifoot’s.”

“I don’t want to go with my baby cousin, don’t be ridiculous! Malfoy, you will take me!”

Abraxas backs away, slowly. “I can’t, Walburga. I’m busy, I have to study,” he says, hastily, when Orion glares at him from behind Walburga.

It was the only time mild-tempered, well behaved Orion did something so outrageous that his unhinged grandfather had to come and solve it, so it was the only time Voldemort saw the man.

[rainmaketh]

𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯 + song lyrics.

"You knew the password, so I let you in the door You knew you won, so what's the point of keeping score? You knew it still hurts underneath my scars From when they pulled me apart But what you did was just as dark Darling, this was just as hard As when they pulled me apart"

Song: Hoax, Taylor Swift.

"He Disapparates as soon as he’s out of his home, and he breathes easier when he’s under the stars, on top of the cliff, watching down to where he knows the cave is, even if he can’t see it." - Canis Major.

This one is inspired by Canis Major by the amazingly talented Metalomagnetic <3

P.S. If anyone knows of another fancast for either of these two I will be thankful!

[quiltofstars]

The star Sirius, α Canis Majoris // Spencer Collins

The name Sirius comes from the Ancient Greek word seirios, meaning "glowing" or "scorcher". It may also have an etymological connection to the Egyptian god Osiris.

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic July 1 - prompt 1: Western [word count 798]

“It’s the second time this month! The whole chest of gold from the mines!”

Sirius raised his eyes from his whittling to cast a bored look at the man frantically pacing in his office. As sheriff of Godric Springs, he should have been on his feet, nodding at the distress of one of his fellow citizens, but looking at Lucius Malfoy hysterically flipping his hair from one side of his neck to another because he had been robbed once again was too damn funny.

“Hire more guards,” he said slowly.

Malfoy stared at him, outraged.

“You’re the sheriff! It’s your job to capture these outlaws and hang them!”

Sirius snorted and took his feet away from his desk, looking at Malfoy as he would do a child.

“Lucius,” he said slowly. “The Silver Bullet and the Ruby Gun have been plaguing this region for years evading capture every single time. There’s nothing more I can do, even as sheriff.”

“You should hunt them down! Cable Washington, have them send your brother over with the army!”

“Oh, I’m sure General Black has no more pressing matters at hands other than two petty thieves,” Sirius rolled his eyes. “Have you considered changing your methods instead, Lucius?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you know,” Sirius smiled innocently. “The Ruby Gun and the Silver Bullet targeted the Lestrange mines before yours. Once your dear sister-in-law convinced her husband to pay the right wages to the miners they never stole from them again.”

Malfoy’s eyes narrowed and he flipped his hair one last time before storming out of the sheriff’s office.

“Do you think he’ll get it?” Peter asked from his desk.

“Doubt it,” Sirius shook his head. “But he’ll have no other choice, it’s either become a decent person or lose all his gold and we know Malfoy loves his gold.”

“How many landowners like that are left?” Peter looked up at the wall, where the map of the region was pinned.

“A lot,” Sirius sighed. “Our favourite outlaws have work to do.”

“Not what you expected when you became sheriff?”

“Definitely not,” Sirius smiled.

A bell rang somewhere in the distance, followed by happy shouts. Some minutes later, the door of the office opened and James walked him, his teacher’s briefcase under one arm.

“Hiya boys,” he smiled. “School’s out and I thought I would deliver Rose here right to her daddy.”

A little girl with blonde pigtails ran in after him and jumped in Peter’s arms, almost making him fall off his chair. Both James and Sirius laughed and Sirius got up.

“We’re closing early today,” he said. “Go home with your daughter, vice-sheriff.”

After locking up the office and waving goodbye to Peter and Rose, Sirius walked with James to where his horse was waiting.

“Any news?” James asked.

“Another chest of Malfoy gold stolen right as it was being transported from his mines into town. Malfoy ended up even requesting the whole army to fight two outlaws, it was really funny,” Sirius said.

“So they made it out without getting caught again?”

“They did,” Sirius smiled and patted James’s shoulder. “Go home to your wife, Prongs. I’m sure she’s already waiting for you.”

James nodded and hurried away while Sirius mounted Adhara and trotted to the little ranch he owned half an hour from town. Once there he took the time to tend to the mare and give her plenty of water before walking in the house.

“Honey, I’m home,” he called out, throwing his hat and landing it perfectly on the back of a chair.

“In here,” Remus’s voice called back.

Sirius walked in their bedroom where Remus was kneeling at the foot of their bed, carefully putting sacks of gold labeled with the Malfoy seal in the cache under the floorboards. He looked up and smiled at him.

“Busy day, sheriff?”

“You could say that,” Sirius smiled. “A distinguished citizen has been robbed for the second time this month, it was really hard not to laugh in his face.”

“Lily left a perfectly clear threat in the carriage that we will continue robbing them until those poor miners have decent wages and working conditions.”

“Still, the Silver Bullet is making my life complicated at work.”

Remus replaced the floorboards and got up, crossing his arms.

“And what are you going to do, sheriff?” he cocked an eyebrow. “Arrest me?”

“I could,” Sirius smirked, walking closer to him and pushing him back with one hand.

Remus took a couple steps back until his legs hit the side of the bed and he ended up falling on it. Sirius was quick to climb into his lap.

“For now I think I’ll just handcuff you to the bed, shall I?” he whispered, before pulling Remus in a searing kiss.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Constellation

@jegulus-microfic June 20, Word count 476

Previous part First part

Regulus was still reeling from coming home to find Barty on his doorstep. He had no idea who Evan was, but he was grateful he’d turned up and defused the situation because Sirius may have looked calm, but he was just waiting for Barty to make one wrong move, and he’d have launched himself at Regulus's ex. 

Remus slid a cup of hot chocolate across the kitchen table towards him. He grabbed the cup and wrapped his hands around it, relishing the burning heat as it warmed his hands. 

“So that was fun,” Sirius joked as he opened a packet of chocolate hobnobs and dumped the whole packet onto a plate that he placed in the middle of the table. Remus immediately snatched one up and dunked it into his hot chocolate. 

Sirius was flipping the card Evan gave him over in his hand. “What are we going to do the next time he ‘stops by’? We can’t keep letting this happen,” Sirius muttered darkly. 

“He’ll get the picture eventually,” Regulus replied quietly. He wanted all this Barty business to be over with. He was sick of having to look over his shoulder all the time. “Can we just stop talking about him now? We were having a good time until he turned up,” he looked over at the stuffed lion James had won for him. It made him smile. No one had ever won anything for him. 

They finished up their hot chocolates and said goodnight. Regulus insisted that James use the bathroom first, and he’d wait. In the quietness of his room, he let out a shaky breath. Would Barty ever leave him alone? He just wanted to be free of him. Live his new life and enjoy it. He put his lion on the dresser and opened the sash window fully, slipping out onto his little balcony. He lifted his head to the skies and sought out the Leo constellation and from there his namesake.

His star glittered back at him brightly, but a little to its right was a far brighter star. His brother’s star. He sighed, Barty had been the only one to prefer him over Sirius. Even James had bonded far more with Sirius than he ever had. He was always going to be that little bit duller than Sirius. Always to the left and never beside. Inferior. 

“Hey, love, bathrooms free,” James said happily as he poked his head out of the window.

“Thanks,” Regulus smiled back. He knew it hadn’t quite met his eyes, but James didn’t say anything about it. 

When he came back to his bedroom, James was already snuggled under the covers. Regulus paused a second when he passed his dresser before scooping up his lion and getting into bed. He hugged it all night long while James held him close in his strong arms.  

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[reggies-fake-horcrux]

the Sirius star is meant to always orbit around regulus, every year it gets so close to regulus that it looks like they will collide, but they don't. if sirius and regulus collided they would merge and then explode.

[zsrntyouil]

Asked my dad his fav star and he answered Sirius and Regulus. Guys he never read harry potter and I don't live w/ him anymore (he never hear me talk abt them). This. Is. Fate.

[the-stars-were-his]

wolfstar love doodle

[spiritstar477]

casual wolfstar tattoo??

i might get it

[alexandriabelle]

[metalomagnetic]

Hi metalo! How are you? Hope your injury is getting better.

I wanted to ask if you had any scenes for Cannis Major, where V sees Sirius making an effort to support or show care to V. Like when Sirius tried to make tea for him when he was pissed off. Or took him to Black Manor and shared his childhood with him and maybe any other time where Sirius is obviously in love and showing it (whether V realises it or not)

Unfortunately, my injury got worse, but now it's slowly getting better again. I don't know what beef life has with me, but I hope it gives me some relief, eventually.

Let me look in my folder of all the deleted Canis Major scenes! I'm pretty sure I wrote something about the tea scene! Please don't mind if it's rough, I struggle to edit properly today.

There it is! Hope you enjoy it, even if it is a bit whimsy.

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When he enters the house, he hears loud banging from the kitchen; he just managed to get his anger under control, but it's awakening again when he goes to investigate and see the mess- no, the destruction- Sirius managed, and in such a short time, too.

Pots, pans, plates, thrown around everywhere. Even the cutlery drawer is open and ravaged.

It puts Voldemort on edge, that part of his brain that cannot stand disorder.

"What are you doing?"

Sirius kicks a cabinet with his foot, trying to close it. It won't, because he shoved too many things inside it.

"I'm making you tea," he barks. "But your furniture refuses to cooperate."

Voldemort's dark mood vanishes, on the spot. Suddenly, the mess doesn't make him want to strangle Sirius, but amuses him, instead.

He's most amused that Sirius thought a cup of tea would calm Voldemort's anger, as if he's a moody old grandmother only appeased by tea and jam.

Bellatrix is the same; when she notices he is tired, or displeased, she offers him tea. But even she has the good sense not to think of it when Voldemort is in a rage.

Yet the fact that Sirius attempted it, nevertheless, that he wanted to lighten Voldemort's mood...

And it's not because he fears Voldemort's anger, no. This isn't motivated by fear.

"Go on, then. Make tea."

He tries. It only makes Voldemort smile wider. He doesn't know why this makes him smile, this level of incompetence was never something to amuse him, but Sirius- well, everything looks good on Sirius, even failing to boil water.

Sirius is a talented portioneer, but somehow it doesn't translate to the kitchen, even if these skills usually overlap. Perhaps this is the first time he is actually using a stove, because it seems to confuse him greatly.

"Spoiled, rich brat," Voldemort mutters, but it's with fondness, instead of his usual disdain for purebloods raised in luxury, with house elves to serve their every need.

He takes pity on Sirius- and on his kitchen- so he takes over, removing Sirius from the stove before he burns down the house.

When he serves the tea, and he's done cleaning up, Sirius frowns at his cup.

"I don't understand how you make it so good."

He remembers Sirius claiming he isn't a fan of tea, unless it's spiked with alcohol. But that was long ago, when they only just met.

These days, Sirius never refuses when Voldemort offers, even if he only adds a splash of milk to it, and not an ounce of vodka.

"It's made with love," Voldemort drawls, and Sirius rolls his eyes.

He watches Sirius enjoy the beverage. Voldemort doesn't quite taste his own. Hasn't, in a long time, but he still enjoys it because at least it's hot, and it warms him, even if there's only a hint of flavour, like it's the case with everything he eats or drinks.

He finds himself wondering, in case Sirius would have managed brewing it, if Voldemort would have tasted something, then. If he'd have found it better, if some Sirius-like essence would have transferred to the tea, and made Voldemort actually taste it.

[rainmaketh]

Yesterday was a tough day for all Directioners, including myself, I'm still in total shock over what happened. Often I find myself gravitating towards design and reading: two things that bring me absolute comfort, so here's the result of that.

A few nights ago I was rereading "Canis Major" by Metalomagnetic and couldn't take the concept of Sirius having tattoos of both a basilisk and a dragon on his chest off my mind, so it felt fitting to put it in a cover! The drawings are inspired by tattoo designs I found on Pinterest. I was toying with the idea of making the cover V and his Veteran, but it's such an important and lovely moment that I decided it had to be treasured; instead, I decided to put something that is both true to Voldemort and Sirius, their fierceness, power and incapability of staying away from each other. I hope you like it!

I might make some modifications still if another possible concept pops to my mind (as I'm prone to do) so maybe I will be updating this post with new versions of the covers.

Here's the link to the fic:

Canis Major.

[sunseekerlove]

like a true james potter kinnie i can’t decide what to get first as a tattoo; canis major (sirius) or the leo constellation (regulus)

the plan is obviously to have both eventually but idk which to get first.

[dysfunctionaldogdude]

Who would want to be apart of a drawing with my headmates as gems from SU? Doubles are okay :)))

[If you want to know the headmates who are going to be in it look under the cut]

Me [Will] I'll be drawing myself as Steven since he's a copinglink of mine

Our Pearl!!

Hailey - Pink Diamond:)

Zippy asked to be in it and I might either choose a gem for xem to be or make them one

Phyce is also going to be in it - making him a gemsona who's going to be an onyx :)

[lulublack90]

Prompt 8 - Bronze

@wolfstarmicrofic August 8, word count 662

Previous part First Jegulus part

Sirius sunk into their new sofa and seriously contemplated packing in the café altogether just so he could spend all day cocooned on this little bit of luxury. That was until James came barrelling in the front door with a glitter-covered gift bag. 

“No, no, no, no!” Sirius screeched when James plonked it down on the cushion and rainbow glitter showered from the bag and imbedded itself in the ridiculously soft fabric. “Remus!” He pleaded as he started to hyperventilate. Remus carefully picked up the bag and deposited it on top of one of their bills on the coffee table before grabbing the handheld hoover from the coat cupboard. Sirius didn’t think he breathed properly until every spot of glitter was diligently removed by Remus. “James Fleamont Potter, are you actively trying to kill me or have you been drinking again?” James looked at him confusedly. 

“Erm, what?”

“Brand new sofa!” Sirius pointed at the sofa. “Fairy dust from the pits of hell!” He pointed at the gift bag twinkling innocently on the coffee table. 

“What, it’s only glitter. I thought you liked sparkly things,” James held out his hands, not understanding where Sirius's rage was coming from. 

“Sweetheart, I think you’re forgetting that not everyone hates glitter the way you do and that the bag does in fact hold a gift,” Remus said gently as he stroked the back of Sirius’s neck, attempting to calm him down. 

“Shit, sorry James, it’s just a pet peeve of mine. That shit gets everywhere, and it just keeps popping up even when you haven’t had glitter in your home for months. Thank you for the kind thought though,” He said a bit sheepishly. 

“No worries,” James brushed it off. Sirius loved how easy his best friend was, he never held grudges and could generally be won back with a slice of honeycomb cheesecake and a good cup of tea. 

Sirius carefully opened the top of the gift bag, trying hard not to wince when a cascade of glitter fell off the bag when the tape snapped. He took out the rectangular item wrapped in tissue paper and stepped away from the bag, lest he get any of the shiny demon microplastic disks on his clothing. 

He tugged at the small strip of tape and unwrapped the gift. It was a wooden plaque. He flipped it over and etched onto a bronze plate were the words ‘Howlin’ at the Moon, owned by Sirius O Black & Remus J Lupin.’ With the outline of a wolf howling up at the moon. “James,” He said in awe. “It’s beautiful. Thank you,” He brushed his fingers across the lettering, tracing each letter. He spotted some odd dots beside the moon and when he looked closer he realised it was his constellation. “Canis Major,” He gasped, looking up at James. 

“I wanted it to be something really personal for you guys to put on the wall of the café as an opening gift. The wall was looking a little bare.” James beamed broadly at them. Sirius and Remus wrapped their friend in the tightest hug the two of them could give.

“You giant goofball, we love you. Can we go put it up now?” Sirius looked at Remus hoping he'd say yes. 

“That’s why I bought my drill with me,” James patted the end of the power drill poking out of his pocket. 

They walked over to the café, using the side entrance so no one would think they were open, and watched James expertly put up the plaque. They stood together and admired the shiny plaque for a while until it got too dark to see without the lights on and went home for a cheeky takeaway, kept well away from the new sofa. Sirius volunteered to take the rubbish out to the wheelie bin after they'd finished and were tidying up. He snatched that god's forsaken glitter monstrosity off the coffee table and threw it out as well. 

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[marsier]

the illiad mentions canis major... yeah, all of my fandoms are connected.