#cue James fleamont potter

[lulublack90]

Prompt 23 - Inspire

@jegulus-microfic October 23, Word count 539

The bowl of fruit was doing nothing for him. They’d been working on it all week. He’d painted them, drawn them in pencil, crayon, charcoal, literally anything he could get his hands on, and he wasn’t satisfied. His next medium was clay, but he could already feel it was not going to help. 

“Gahhh!” He exclaimed as he mashed the perfectly sculpted banana into a squashed mess. He let his head drop into his hands. How could a simple bowl of fruit cause him so much irritation? The truth was it didn’t inspire anything within him, which was why he couldn’t get what he wanted out of his art. 

“Is everything alright in here?” A voice asked from the doorway. Regulus peered around his easel and spotted the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. “Oooo, bananas!” The man said excitedly, striding across the floor and picking one from the bunch. Regulus watched as he carefully peeled the fruit and lifted it to his mouth to take a bite. 

“You know that’s for an art project, right?” Regulus asked quietly. Shocked that the words had even left his mouth. The man froze, the banana hovering close to his open mouth. The man’s eyes darted around the room until he spotted where Regulus was sitting. 

“Crap sorry,” He started to lower his hand. 

“No, wait!” Regulus jumped up. “Don’t move!” He grabbed his sketchbook and began drawing. His pencil flew across the page as he tried to capture the likeness of this absurd man. 

“I’m James, by the way,” James introduced himself. 

“Regulus,” Regulus answered, his eyes constantly flicking from his page back to James, and the image began to shape. James didn’t move the entire time Regulus sketched. He waited patiently for Regulus’s instruction. Regulus was lost in his work, oblivious to how much time had passed. 

“Hey, Reg,” James asked, his voice slightly strained. “Can I lower my arm yet, it’s starting to cramp,” Regulus jolted out of his quiet focus, he’d half forgotten that James was even still standing there. 

“Oh… Yes… Of course. He stammered.

“Excellent,” James grinned as he took a bite of the banana. Regulus dropped his pencil. He shook his head and bent to grab it. “Wow! Did you really just draw that?!” James was leaning over, staring at the picture Regulus had just drawn. 

“It’s not finished,” Regulus told him, holding it protectively against his chest. James didn’t bat an eye at Regulus’s possessiveness. 

“Well then, you’ll just have to go on a date with me once it’s done so you can show me the finished product.” James winked at him and headed towards the door, pausing to grab an apple from the bowl. “See you later, love,” James called as he walked down the hallway. 

“Wait!” Regulus yelped, racing after James. “I don’t even know who you are. How will I find you?” 

“James Potter. Don’t worry, love, I’m not hard to find,” And with that James turned the corner and was gone. 

Still stunned, Regulus went back into the art room, picked up his discarded sketchbook and got back to work.

A week later, he dialled the number he’d tracked down for James Potter. It rang twice. 

“Hi, James, it’s Regulus,” 

Next part

[jamespotterswandonthecouch]

ok but imagine regulus and james meeting for the first time, both alone, in a train at 11pm, and it’s snowing outside. at first they don’t meet, they are sitting in different compartments, they are in the 80s so no phones, imagine the old cozy trains, etc. James gets bored and starts wandering, probably thinking he's alone since all the compartments are empty, when he stumbles into Regulus. He startes chatting with him, even tho Reg seems quite grumbled at the beginning, and James is sooo oblivious to this, he just goes on chatting. Regulus finally shuts him up, telling he wants to go to sleep, when the train comes to a sudden stop. After some time passes, they go to the driver, and find out that there's been some problem and they can't go on. So here they are, at a random train station and it's 1am now. Regulus wants to go on alone at first, wait for the next train there, except the next train ain't coming anytime soon, and it's a really shady area, there are some people looking at them. James notices this and is very, very hesitant to leave this beautiful stranger alone, so decides to stick around and convince Reg to stay together and wait together. They decide to search for nearby hotels, and finally find a quite shady looking place, but oh well, it's so fucking cold so they couldn't care less. They enter, and even tho it's literally 2am the receptionist welcomes them warmly, mistakingly addressing Regulus and "his quite handsome boyfriend" as a couple. Regulus blushes at this, trying to correct her, and being completely ignored by the lady, who turns to take out the register to write their names, while James just turns to Reg with a lopsided grin, saying "did you see that? she called me handsome". They finally get a room, and guess what? There's only one fucking bed. James, not wanting to discomfort regulus, offers to sleep on the floor, even tho it's fucking freezing, but reg feels way to guilty, and hey, he's never been one to say no to sleeping in a bed with a beautiful man (even if said beautiful man is a total stranger) so he tells James that they can sleep on the same bed. They are supposed to fall asleep, but neither of them can, so they start talking about everything and nothing. Regulus starts finally talking a bit about himself, opening up a bit, telling james how he was trying to escape from his abusive family, how his older brother had left a long time ago and he hadn't been able to follow. How he had regretted his decision so much, and was now heading at his brother's house, hoping not to be turned away. James tries to comfort him, and tells his way less tragic side of the story. He had to be out of his town for work, and was now going back in time for Christmas. He'd be spending Christmas with his bestfriends and his family. Suddenly James falls silent, noticing the small distance between them, and hesitantly moves a bit forward. Regulus' eyes fall onto James' lips, and he too moves forward. Their lips meet, sending a jolt down their spine. They start kissing passionately, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door. That's their cue to starts getting ready to catch the next train, so they awkardly get out of bed, without saying a word. They reach the train, and spend the rest of the ride in different compartments. James wants to go to Regulus, ask him more about himself, ask him tomeet again, outside of here, but he's hesitant to do so, because what if Regulus hates him after last night? Regulus on the other side thinks he's messed up, that James didn't like the kiss at all and was now trying to avoid him. When they come to their destination, they get off the train, and James hopes to find a glimpse of Reg, anything, just to ask him a way to meet him again, but is quite dissapointed when he finds noone that resembles him. He waits for a bit, but when the station starts to clear out, he takes is as a cue to leave, wondering if he'd ever meet that beautiful stranger again.

[yourgalgremlin]

Fleamont Potter who makes a plan the day he takes in Sirius Black as his own son in 1975.

Fleamont Potter who waits until James makes Regulus his son-in-law to make a heartwarming “father-of-both-grooms” speech at their wedding reception.

Fleamont Potter who leaves said wedding reception to go find Orion Black in his swanky members-only billiards hall—saying:

“Hello, my name is Fleamont Potter. You abused my kids, Sirius & Regulus. They’re fine now, but the same can’t be said for you.”

& then breaks Orion’s kneecap in with his own pool cue.

[The vision]

[ellecdc]

a marauders guide to siblings

Sirius Black x Potter!reader + moonwater + jily [1.4k words]

CW: fem!reader, reader is James' twin, siblings

James loved love. Like, if someone were to ask James what his favourite thing was, first he would say quidditch, then he would say pranking, then he’d probably say his beautiful girlfriend Lily, and then he would absolutely without a doubt say love.

Oh, and maybe also he’d say ABBA, but the order wasn’t important, alright? The point was: James loved love.

So, once the rest of his mates found partners of their own (save Peter), he immediately began begging them for a triple date. But for as mischievous as his friends were, they were equally (if not painfully more) stubborn.

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“Please!?”

“I said no, James.” Remus sighed as he rubbed harshly at his eyes; and sure, perhaps cornering him in the hospital wing following a full moon when he had nowhere to run nor hide from James’ pestering wasn’t very couth of James, but in James’ defence, he-

“POTTER.” Regulus barked from the door to the hospital wing that he just burst through, completely ignoring the reproachful shushing from the matron. “I swear to Salazar if you do not step away from my boyfriend, I-”

Except James never got to hear what Regulus planned on doing if he did not step away from his boyfriend because James - a smart man - chose that moment to shout “promise me you’ll think about it, moons!” before fleeing from the room. 

It had gone just about the same with Sirius. 

“No can do, Prongsie boy.” Sirius drawled without looking up from his study notes.

“And just why not?” James spat, obviously having had it up to here with his sodding no good best friends anyone could ever ask for. 

Sirius hummed as he looked off into the distance like he was giving this question actual thought. “Oh, right. Because I don’t want to.” He deadpanned.

“Why not.”

“James.” Sirius hissed as he sat up straighter, eyeing the librarian who was eyeing the two infamous marauders right back. “I have no interest in sitting at a table with my brother as he makes googly eyes at my best friend, nor-” he paused as he held his hand up when James went to interject, “do I want to sit at a table with my girlfriends brother as I make googly eyes at her.” 

“Then just don’t make googly eyes at my sister.” James hissed back, earning him a scoff.

“Have you seen your sister? That’s impossible.”

“Eugh.”

“See.” Sirius accused, raising a knowing eyebrow at him. “I’m not doing it.” 

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But if there was one thing James hated in equal measure as he loved love, it was quitting.

And in case that wasn’t clear; James hated quitting. 

“Oh good, you’re all here.” You announced robotically as you approached Remus, Regulus, Lily, and Sirius at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.

“You alright, Potter?” Regulus questioned slowly, looking between Sirius and Remus concernedly as they both let out a groan.

“What now?” Sirius muttered as he pinched the space between his brows.

“I’m supposed to say…” you continued, pausing to pull a cue card from your pocket and reading directly from it. “As you all know, the wonderful and momentous anniversary of James Fleamont Potter’s birth is approaching-”

You hardly spared a breath for the unimpressed snort from Remus at the fact that you and James shared a sodding birthday.

“-and his one wish - in place of any gifts - is for all of us to accompany him to one triple date at The Three Broomsticks on the next Hogsmeade weekend.” You finished, only looking up at the group when you finished reciting your script before pocketing it again. 

“What exactly do you get out of this arrangement?” Lily asked as she leaned back in her chair.

“A triple date?” You answered in the form of a question.

“What do you really get out of this?” Remus asked with a laugh.

“James promised me an unlimited amount of jelly slugs for the rest of the school year.” You offered bashfully.

“Oh.” Sirius groaned theatrically before pulling you into his lap. “My poor sweet girl, being coerced by means of sweets.” He cooed pathetically into your hair. 

“Does that mean you’ll do it?!” James shrieked excitedly as he appeared out of bloody fucking no where. 

“Circe’s fucking tits.” Regulus hissed as he clutched at his chest. 

Sirius scoffed as he removed one arm from around your waist to gesture at his brother. “Look what you’ve done now, James; you’ve reduced my baby brother to swears and blasphemy. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Please?” James asked quietly; puppy dog eyes darting nervously between his best friends, his girlfriend, his best friend’s boyfriend, and his sister.

And finally, after months of begging and badgering and whining and pestering, James finally got his triple date. 

Except…except something was bothering James…

Which was weird, because it was perfect. 

James got to see Regulus smile for quite possibly the first time ever when Remus offered him a bite of his meal from his own fork and then immediately stole a kiss when Regulus wasn’t paying attention. 

For as wound up and fidgety you’d been on the walk down to Hogsmeade, James watched any and all tension melt from your body the second Sirius pulled a chair out for you, situated himself in the spot next to it and threw his arm over you like that’s where it was simply meant to be. 

And the sound of Lily’s bubbling laughter echoed somewhere deep in James’ rib cage every time Sirius or Remus took the piss at James’ expense. 

“Oh, James, you’d really like this.” You insisted then, interrupting James from his musings as you held your plate out for him to take a helping for his own plate. 

“Awe, you guys are sweet.” Lily commented before she accepted a bite from James who had, indeed, really liked what you had ordered. 

“Remus is already feeding you enough over there, don’t even think about it.” Sirius called over to Regulus who was actually not thinking about it at all, thank you very much, earning him a glare from his brother. 

And that’s when it hit James.

“Wait a second.” He commented, causing everyone to look at him warily. “Sirius is dating my sister,” he started, ignoring Sirius’ groan and Remus’ quiet ‘here we go’, “and Remus is dating Sirius’ brother…then what about me?”

Regulus let out an inelegant snort as Lily scoffed in offence. “What do you mean ‘what about me’!?” She shrilled. 

“Prongs, listen,” Sirius whispered conspiratorially, “I don’t want to alarm you, but you’re very close to losing the girl you spent six long years trying to snag.”

But before James could blanche (or beg for Lily’s forgiveness), Remus chuckled. “Don’t worry, James. I’ll claim Lily as a sibling and then you can be dating my sister.”

“What the fuck?” Regulus muttered at the same time Lily murmured “you’ll what?” and James cheered “that’s brilliant!”. 

“Why on earth would that matter?” Regulus asked, though the end of his sentence trailed off when you started shaking your head. 

“It’s best not to question it, Reg.” You offered him knowingly. 

“Fine.” Lily muttered, nodding her chin over at Remus. “Then you have to share your chips.” 

In response, Remus lobbed one across the table, hitting her right in the forehead which started a petty sibling squabble right there in the middle of The Three Broomsticks.

“Yes.” James whispered reverently. “This is perfect.” 

“Were the jelly slugs worth it then?” Sirius murmured into your cheek as James cackled at the pettiness between the pseudo-siblings and Regulus threatened to bring them all back to the castle with no dessert if they didn’t smarten up. 

You smirked as you turned your face towards his, though he made no effort to create space for you which left the two of you basically nose to nose. “At least I got something out of this.”

“I got something out of this.” Sirius said easily, continuing when you raised an eyebrow at him. “I got to spend an evening with my girl. That’s worth any nonsense.” 

You smiled before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, reciprocating quickly when he greedily demanded more. “Well then, happy birthday to James Potter, I guess.”

Happy birthday to James, indeed.

[marvelomadness06]

Sirius, barging into the dorm after finding out about James and Regulus, followed closely by his brother

Sirius: JAMES FLEAMONT BROTHERFUCKING POTTER

James: *deny deny deny* I swear on Merlin’s ancient beard I would never dare touch Regulus with a five foot pole.

…

Regulus: He knows, James.

James: Oh.

James: Well yeah, he comes here every Friday and Monday when Pete’s at chess club and you and Moony are on your study dates-

Sirius: *cue the menacing silence* He comes here. With you. In our dorm. All alone?

Regulus: *oh shit*

James: Yup.

Sirius: *eye twitching*

Regulus: James, my love?

James: Hm?

Regulus: Run.

[letstrythisout4]

Thinking about Fleamont adopting…basically any and every child in need of guidance.

Very “We may not know each other but if you ever need help, I’m here.” energy.

Like people always talk about Euphemia being everyone's mother and I agree 100% but Monty??

Don’t play with him.

They’re in Diagon Alley and a sales associate is being really just underhanded while talking to Remus and all of a sudden Remus just feels two massive heavy hands on his shoulders and Monty just starts tearing into worker, making incredibly specific but accurate reads into who they are as a person until they look like they’re going to cry. Once he feels satisfied he just steers Remus away, bringing him back to the others, not even bringing up the interaction that they just had.

They’re all at Slughorn's party and some high member of a subsect of the ministry makes a comment about how impressive it is that Mary and Lily are so talented given their “backgrounds” and Fleamont is just like, “What do you mean by that?” The person sputters some incomprehensible nonsense before excusing themselves hurriedly. The second they’re gone Fleamont turns to the girls telling them that if the situation is safe to do so that they should never let people speak to them in such a manner, “When that happens and no one says anything, they grow comfortable. Never let them be comfortable.” Even though he speaks softly as to not be overheard by god knows who, his tone carries enough weight for the message to stick with the girls for the rest of their lives. 

James would come and complain how his friends are being treated; how Sirius is crushed under expectations, how Remus (despite being the most competent person his knows) may never get a job, how Lily and Mary are always spoken down to, how Marlene and Dorcas get treated like shit by half the school since going public and how everything just isn’t right. 

And Fleamont would listen, he would listen as his son goes on and on about the injustices of the world and how he can’t understand, why and how? Fleamont feels a little crushed as he hears his son's voice crack as he asks his father for answers that Fleamont knows he can’t give. He and Euphemia tried their best to raise their son to be aware of the issues of the world. And he was aware, he just didn’t know. There are some things that one just has to witness to truly comprehend.

And so Fleamont is honest. “Why? Well, wizarding kind has built itself off of expectations, rules, standards that are meant to uplift our kind and keep us safe. And so that is, what many believe, to be the root of the issues you present. Sirius has so many, too many, expectations placed on him because his family fears the unknown of abandoning the expectations, rules and standards that their ancestors placed however many years ago. Wizards decided centuries ago that werewolves were dangerous and have kept that standard. They also set the standard that old magic, family magic, is superior therefore muggleborns get treated as if they are inferior. The entire standard of old magic comes from the idea of magic being passed down parent to child parent to child through “natural” births and so Marlene and Dorcas may never be treated in a far manner, for where you and I see a happy healthy couple, others see opportunities for magical improvement through magical marriages -and children- ending.”

Cue James adamantly stating how everything his father said is bullshit with no backing. Fleamont calms James down enough to explain to that as high society pureblood men, they have an obligation to those around them to speak up in places that those with less standing aren’t able to. 

Fleamont is an absolute menace in Wizengamot. The Potter family is a gray family, but when it comes to social matters, that man is on the dark family's necks. 

A dark family will propose a new law and give a long winded speech -that is just fear mongering at its finest- only for Monty to speak up at the end to swiftly rebuke every single point that they brought up. 

Why? Because he refuses to allow people to turn the world that his son and his children-in-arms live in into a world of fear. 

[xmultifandomsx]

The Princely Pauper

Maurader's muggle society AU where the Blacks are an old money prestige family that's actually flat broke and Sirius, as heir, is the only one his parents told. Regulus has no idea they're poor and resents Sirius for trying to learn about how the world works (like getting a job and going to charity shops etc) bc he thinks it ruins their image. The Potters are a new money (maybe Fleamont is an actor or something but Euphemia comes from an old money family with titles but their marriage was seen as distasteful since they're from different classes). The Pettigrews are also some random titled, old money family along with the Rosiers, Malfoys, Lestranges, etc. The Crouch's are a family of politicians and the Lupins are a disgraced family who lost their titles a long time ago.

The Mauraders meet at a boarding school for the rich and elite. Sirius eventually can't take the pressure his parents put on him to marry someone rich and with connections to save the family (mainly bc he's in love w Remus) and jumps ship leading to Regulus figuring out the Family secret and panicking. He then, with the help of Barty and Evan, concocts a plan to seduce James for his family fortune. Cue some intense courting via insults and high fashion. Imagine Regulus taking James to galas and commenting on how atrocious his manners are, etc.

Somewhere along the line Regulus really falls for James but Sirius finds out they're dating and crashes out, letting James know that Regulus is just using him for his money in the process. James confronts Regulus and Regulus (who is normally an incredible liar but he just can't lie to James) admits and they have this huge fight. Then Regulus does some grand gesture (or maybe Barty and Evan kick some sense into James) and they get back together. Sirius and Regulus make up too bc they both realize the impact their traumatic childhoods had on their relationship.

Anyways I just thought that might be a cute fic...

[severus-snape-apreciation-blog]

Had a weird idea for a fic idea. Percy Adopted AU

So. Imagine if James and Lily were a little older and had a 5y when Harry was born,

Percival (named after Dumbledore), middle name one of his Grandfathers who recently died Potter born August 22,

when they die because he knows about magic Dumbledore places him with the Weasleys.

Tells them that he found the child in a destroyed family and he was worried someone would come after him cause of who his parents were. They should tell people he was theirs biologically

The kids all know he is adopted but Ron literally forgets and they honestly kind of forgot.

This could also move into more of how Percy doesn’t feel like he’s part of his family.

Most 6y don’t know anything other then parents are Mom and Dad. He doesn’t know who they were and not helped by the fact no one called them James and Lily but Prongs and whatever nickname for her and since he was so young the memories are fuzzy af he is very confused. He does know he has a baby brother and thought he died in the “fire/attack on his muggleborn parents” as he was told

This could also explain why Peter came to him. Guilt and felt he had to look out for him,

What he does remember is the feeling of being loved, laughter, one of the paintings he loved to stare at. The stars on his rooms roof. Having a giant fluffy dog he would cuddle with. A sorta rough voice reading to him. Maybe a Deer that would break in, red hair and the sound of laughter.

If he tries harder to remember his nightmares get worse. He was there when it happened. Watched his parents killed and his brother almost killed. Trauma also one of the reasons he doesn’t remember his family,

Things that happened living with his parents that he doesn’t remember

Knowing Snape and McGonagall. He and Lily reconciled and she introduced them when he was a baby and he used to call Snape Sevy and McGonagall Granny. She was not pleased

Would visit his grandparents - his Moms Dad who passed right before he was born.

I am on the side of the headcannon that Mrs Potter is from India. Idc about Cannon and that he actually visited where he was from when he was 3. He’s still Red Hair and pale, unlike Harry

Was babysat by all three other marauders a lot. Like Fully feel Sirius and Remus lived with them with Peter visiting a lot ( he was offered a room but his Moms health isn’t good) he was just as much a friend as the rest. That’s the tragedy of it all.

Has pulled on Dumbledores beard as a baby. Got a hand in it and wouldn’t let go till it was time to eat. James thought it was Hilarious. Lily not so much.

There is a photo of once when Severus and Sirius were forced to jointly baby sit they bonded over motorcycles ( I HC Snape has one) and they are working on it in Leather jacket and Percy is wearing a tiny leather jacket joining them. Lily came to pick him up.

Also one showing how Snape has no idea how to hold a kid and is legit hold him like a sack of potatoes under his arm,

Cue 1st year and Snape and McGonagall are like 🤨🤨 hmmm and side eyes this little first year and side eye Dumbledore and he eventually tells them but he makes them promise not to reveal it.

Cue 5th year and he meets Harry. Basically like the books where he treats him like family. Cause he did. He’s always been kind to Harry. He feels like he’s familiar but that’s cause he’s famous, right?

But then cue 7th year! Harry’s 3rd

He meets Professor Lupin and. There’s just SOMETHING about him and WHY does he look so darn familiar, and when he reads experts to the class he feels like a kid again,

While Remus is freaking out cause he was told his pseudo God Kid (both he and Harry are technically Sirius’s but if Remus was allowed to be he would be as well) was killed, and here’s a 17y version with Lillys hair and James eyes and Fleamonts face,

Percy would ask Dumbledore if he knew why Professor Lupin looked family and he would shrug at this technically a adult who has every right to know but Dumbledore the anxious king is worried

Later after he leaves cue Remus storming going “bitch what the fuck” okay but going “you told me Percival was dead! He’s not” and Dumbledore goes on a spiel of how it would only put him in danger if anyone else knew, cause he was the only witness to that night and even he himself doesn’t know. And no you can’t tell him.

Remus goes 😑 and comes up with a plan to get the kids to figure it out themselves, cause he was told “tell them and your fired. I’m sorry”

Like asking Harry if he knows he had a brother, and he did but none of the pictures he was given show him/removed from the images, Remus goes “huh I was sure he was in this one” and Hermione uses Revelio and whoa!

And like more shenanigans, Percy eventually figures it out. Remus told him of a way that he could access files about himself cause he’s not legally dead. It’s a rumour Dumbledore spread, cue intense panic and weirdness from him

eventually Peter ends up sorta telling Harry cause the whole Sirius Peter thing happens and Sirius thinks Percy is dead and yelled that Peter might as have killed him and he’s like “he’s not! He was adopted by the Weasleys!” And Ron and Harry are like 👁️👄👁️

Cue more shenanigans and an awkward convo between them, Ron’s like “Harry this means you are technically family!!” And then this is where it would deviate more from cannon cause till this point it’s pretty on point

Thoughts?

[soulfullives]

sirius lingered around the station for as long as he could. he passed the barrier by james’ side, talking to him as if another summer wasn’t going to part their way. euphemia and fleamont potter came through a few steps after them, watching the two boys attentively.

“you’ll write,” james said, engulfing sirius into a tight hug, “and we have the mirrors. you can just say the word, it’ll always be around me.”

“i know.” sirius chuckled, his voice muffled into james’ hair. “don’t worry about me,” he added.

fleamont potter put a fatherly hand on sirius’ shoulder. “if you need anything, don’t hesitate to send a letter to james or to let us know.”

he nodded; he wasn’t used to being able to depend on people. he didn’t need them, he would do just fine; but there was a mutual understanding that if he did need them, they would be there for him, which brought sirius a strange kind of comfort. “of course,” he lied.

“take care of yourself, sirius,” euphemia potter said, giving him a hug. he stood there, for an awkward moment, before putting his arm around her; she was quite shorter than her and displays of affection were weird for him, but he accepted the hug from james’ mother nonetheless.

they parted ways, the potters leaving king’s cross and, sirius noticed, slipping on a dingy street, then promptly disappearing. he considered that his cue to leave, and noticed he didn’t look strange at all among the muggles in king’s cross, besides his trunk (which could have passed as a traveller’s, now that he thought about it) and the wand tucked into his pocket. however, his long hair, his large jeans and his leather coat made him slip unnoticed through the station.

he decided he’d take the tube back to islington, mostly to just kill time. another holiday back in grimmauld place meant another soirée among people he couldn’t stand, another posh family dinner in which the only subject to discuss would be the greatness of the dark lord, another handful of weeks in which sirius felt trapped, weeks he’d spend in his bedroom doing nothing but hating the person he ought to become.

at last, when the tube arrived, ticket tucked between in his palm, he hopped inside and wrapped his fingers around the metal bar. he almost believed he saw another hogwarts student, who turned out to be dorcas meadowes, a slytherin from his year that sirius had had the opportunity to get to know in the duelling club, and who turned to be both vigilant and aggressive in tactic.

sirius felt grateful that the tube ride felt like it was going to take ages; he wanted to postpone his arrival at grimmauld place for as long as possible. but he would know best that no good things last forever, and, going up the stairs, he put his hand through his pocket, in search of a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. toying with the latter, he put the cigarette between his teeth and lit it up, considering that one of his last moments of freedom before he’d have to tuck them at the bottom of his trunk. his mother would surely say something about how he smelled like nicotine.

his steps were as slow as humanly possible, and he took a moment to appreciate his surroundings which, in the winter cold, were thoroughly depressing. he lit himself up another cigarette; christmas was bound to be miserable, as it usually was.

holiday cheer never got to sirius; however, he was happy that his friends enjoyed those times of the year. he put up decorations with them in the dorms and they exchanged presents earlier in the morning, they wore father christmas hats and sang off-key wizarding versions of carols. sirius vaguely assumed he’d prefer holidays if he spent them at hogwarts. he was going to, next year; he already knew that.

he stepped to the front door of a block and cupped his cigarette with his palm to light it up. he put it between his lips and took a long drag, shoving his hands into his pockets. he noticed a few girls, who looked a few years older than him, glance in his direction and giggle, then continue making their way through the snow-covered street.

sirius threw his cigarette on the ground and stubbed it with the heel of his boot. merry fucking christmas.

[saturnsconstellation]

Why do I really fw the idea of James and Remus being childhood bestfriends? Like okay, sure, I LOVE Sirius’s and James’s relationship but what if we have that same dynamic to him and Remus?

They could have met once after both their fathers met in their Hogwarts years and became close friends even after school ended, and they parted ways. Every year, Fleamont would call Lyall and his wife and son for Christmas, and every year they would go. Remus’s birthday is not so far from James’s, so they get along really well.

James, overly optimistic and hyperactive; A bold and confident kid with bright brown eyes and golden skin who made the world light up when he smiled and Remus, shy and sweet; willing to do whatever James wanted because he was his only friend. Who got super excited when James would hear him rant none-stop about things he was passionate about. They were attached to the hip.

I headcanon Remus went to a muggle school to fill in his years before Hogwarts and would beg his father to let him go to the Potters because ‘Dad, I need to tell James what I learned today! I promised him I’d teach him math :(‘ (yes, the wizards world teaches mathematics, but only to a certain extent because it’s considered a minor thing and they want to teach the children magic more than anything. The source? Uhhh, carrying on-)

Remus would be embarrassed of his Welsh accent and try very hard to hide it around James, and James would smile at him and tell him he loved his accent (he doesn’t understand a word, but will continue to smile and nod). James would try so very hard to get him to like Quidditch; ultimately giving up after Remus asks “what’s a snitch for, anyway?”

Remus would get jealous after Marlene and Peter came over for the first time after he and James had been already friends for 3 years because of course James would want friends that don’t talk about random things and struggle to read books or social cues (Neurodivergent + Dyslexic Remus you are my favorite) and of course he would want friends that like Quidditch as much as him. But every time Remus gets a little too quiet or just retreats to the back of the room, James goes up to him and stays with him until he says what the problem is.

James was the first to know about Remus’s “issue” (insert dominant alpha male) and would swear on his own life that he would never, ever, ever use it against him in ANY hypotheses (INSERT BLACK HAIRED BOY), and would never stop being his friend because of it. James was also the first person who Remus came out to + admitted being in love with Sirius.

Remus was sure that was the end of their friendship and that James would never look at him the same again (James and Sirius are already friends, but of course Remus is still his n1), but instead James gives him the tightest hug and says that ‘if nothing changed when you said you were a werewolf, nothing will change if you like blokes.’ And he meant it.

Remus who was chosen to be the godfather of his son (again, another hc), Remus who never got over his best friends death. Remus who got a tattoo of a stag on his forearm.

I made their relationship even more devastating. I need a Fic like this thought, let me know if I should write it xx

[lulublack90]

Prompt 14 - Boot

@jegulus-microfic September 14, Word count 216

“James!” Sirius crowed as he walked into their flat. He heard a loud bang and James came hurrying out of his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. His hair was an absolute mess, and he was hurriedly yanking a t-shirt over his head. “You’re not just getting out of bed are you?” Sirius asked, his brow furrowed. James was usually up with the sun and it was nearing midday. 

“What? Erm, no. Just dropped something down the side of my bed and had to crawl underneath,” James laughed nervously, trying in vain to flatten his hair. James’s eyes flicked to a spot beside the door and Sirius turned to see what he was looking at. 

Beside the door sat a very familiar pair of perfectly polished boots. Sirius looked from the boots and back to James a few times before he put two and two together. 

“Shit, Regulus, run, he figured it out!” James yelled before he took off around the sofa, out of Sirius’s reach. Regulus opened the bedroom door and took one look at James darting about the place and Sirius’s reddening face as he held up a boot and threw it at James. 

“Nope,” He said, before disappearing back into the bedroom, leaving James to tell Sirius what the hell was going on. 

[hihimissamericanbi]

Moulin Rouge x Wolfstar AU

Alright I couldn't find a complete Moulin Rouge x Wolfstar AU on AO3 SO I'M CALLNG DIBS. I'm gonna do it. Here's a snippet/preview/thingie. God I really am shouting into the void here.

It’s the turn of the 20th century, and artists of every disciple and creed have flocked to the very vanguard of all things nouveau: Montmarte, that city upon a hill indeed.  Musicians, writers, actors, painters—they gather in brothels, dance in cabarets, smoke outside cafes and argue over balconies beneath the beaming Parisian sun, ignoring with the stubbornness of the French the biting spring winds whipping March into April. Remus joins in the fray, giddily anticipating a penniless existence spent waxing lyrical the bohemian ideals of freedom, beauty, truth and love.

However, upon setting his typewriter amongst a ramshackle bedsit located off la Rue Garreau, with mice sharing his day-old bread and water of suspicious origin dripping through the plastered ceiling, Remus encounters an unforeseen obstacle in his quest:

“I’ve never been in love.”

Before he has a moment longer to ponder this predicament, a tremendous crash sounds as an entire human comes tumbling through the ceiling, caught and suspended upside down by a complicated system of ropes.

Remus looks upon the dangling person, all messy blonde hair and tangled limbs, with mild curiosity.

“Hello, how may I help you?” he asks politely. Remus may be on French soil, but he is determined not to leave his English manners on the other side of the channel.

“Ah! Pardon, Monsieur! Please accept our sincerest apologies!” echoes a booming if frantic voice from the vicinity of the floor above.

Remus stands and goes to help the dangling human, looking up into said human-shaped hole in his ceiling, to find several curious faces peering back down upon him; the one with scruffy black hair and spectacles flashes a criminally white smile, bright against his caramel complexion.

“Ah! Bonjour, Monsieur!” Specs booms. “I see you have met our Marlene!”

As if on cue, Marlene, still hanging upside down, spins slowly around to meet Remus’s eyes. Her face—as fair as her hair—has grown tomato red with the blood rush, but she too maintains her composure as she struggles to extend an ensnared hand to her new host.

“Pleasure, I’m sure,” she purrs.

Without preamble, Specs jumps through the hole in the ceiling and slides down one of the ropes suspending Marlene, launching himself to his feet in front of Remus. Marlene yelps and swings ever more violently with the sudden momentum.

“I am James Fleamont Potter,” Specs announces proudly as he straightens, gesturing grandly and ignoring Marlene’s protestations behind him.

Mouth agape, Remus looks up just in time to see a beautiful person with ebony skin, a shaved head and ears full of shining metal shrug in nonchalance before gracefully leaping straight from the floor above, landing crouched and catlike next to James. They stand, tall and lithe, to level Remus with cool regard. An elegant hand, also heavily beringed, shoots out to steady Marlene, who is now a distinctive shade of maroon.

“Steady on there, love,” they murmur. Despite her already highly flushed cheeks, Marlene somehow still manages to blush even deeper.

“Dorcas,” the tall person says to Remus by way of an introduction.

“Um, perhaps we should—” Remus gestures to the swaying blonde upside down in the middle of his room whose face is rapidly nearing eggplant purple.

“Right you are, Monsieur!” James, still grinning with delight, removes a six-inch bowie knife from his belt and twirls it handily before slashing Marlene free with a single backhanded swipe. Chaos, Remus thinks. This man is chaos.

Dorcas neatly catches Marlene before she hits the ground, cradling her bridal style; they clear their throat as they hastily tip Marlene onto her own two feet. All three newcomers straighten to face their very bemused and rather horrified host.

“That’s IT!” a fourth person screeches from the room above. Remus looks up one final time to see a man in full makeup toss his hands in indignation. “I simply cannot work under these conditions anymore, Potter!”

“Caradoc, wait—” James has his head tilted comically upward, the other bloke’s own head now shoved downward over the lip of the hole. Remus’s mouth twitches.

“No Potter! This is the last straw! How am I supposed to write with that absolute oaf—” Marlene bristles and Dorcas’s eyes narrow threateningly. They place a protective arm around Marlene. “—mucking up every single rehearsal we attempt?! I am simply finished!”

With that, Caradoc stands, disappearing from view, and stomps to what Remus assumes is the door to the apartment. He is proven correct when he hears it swing open and then slam violently shut.

Caradoc’s footsteps echo ominously as he descends the stairs, crescendoing when they reach Remus’s floor and then fading away till the only sound that remains is the stilted breathing of four people all crowded around the foot of Remus’s musty bed.

“So, Monsieur,” James, though panting a bit, still has that goofy smile fixed firmly on his face. “You wouldn’t happen to know any writers, hm?”

(yes this Dorcas is deffo inspired by Keysie's smoking hot Dorcas in TML go read it) @lostmykeysie

[bradshawed]

quick holiday ask!! could i get lovebug x with james potter please <33

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ofc ml and i hope u like it, love u loads!!!! sorry for the late reply btw

was so excited to do this one especially bc jamie’s literally so bf it’s unreal <33 this one exists in a universe where they all survive and peter gets locked up (thank god) bye bye voldy moldy we don’t want you here

James Fleamont Potter. That boy I swear to Godric, he gets your heart in tangles just by being him. You could feel your cheeks heating up from the way he’d yell your name across the Great Hall and the poor boy doesn’t even know what he’s doing to you, never mind what you do to him, that’s besides the point but he was damn near worried the way you felt hot under his skin when he placed a hand to your forehead. Turns out it was just a crush and he was making you feel hot and nervous.

You, on the other hand, you make him feel like he could fly (figuratively speaking, and without his broomstick but you get the point). You’re so beautiful to him and that boy swears he feels like he’s just won the quidditch cup when he hears you say his name. Long story short, he’s enamoured by you.

Now you see the marauders aren’t exactly known for their subtlety so when they make a plan to get the two of you together because they’re sick of you both being oblivious, it’s well…it’s something to say the least.

In the end, he’s the best friend and boyfriend that you could ever ask for. And he feels the exact same about you.

Sirius and Remus might claim to be disgusted by your newfound affection but they truly couldn’t be happier for you both. And it’s great when they can steal you from him *cue pouting James* and talk about your own lives and interests. You introduced Sirius to Queen and bonded over books with Remus, and even if James does miss you when you’re with his friends, he couldn’t he happier that you get along with them.

Years go by and it’s everything you could’ve imagined and more. You all live close by, literally neighbours, because what could be more perfect than that? (And because someone, who shall not be named, has slightly separation anxiety from his brother).

Can’t forget the regular scheduled visits to or by Minnie. Sometimes you guys go over to Hogwarts, crash a lesson or two and have some biscuits and tea, catching up on life and other times she’ll come over to your house for a chat and maybe some butterbeer.

Did I mention that Jamie’s love grows tenfold everyday? If I didn’t, it does. It’s the best kind of love where he just falls even more in love with you and you with him. The sort where it’s so overwhelmingly beautiful and you have so much of it that you don’t know what to do with it but in the best way possible.

[blitheringmcgonagall]

@jilytoberfest so the plan is to write microfics every day for Jilytober- all a part of a single story… this one got way way too long 😬😬😂😂… (and I may mix up these and @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world’s prompts, depending on what fits!)

Those Smitten Idiots

Prompt #1: “Smile!”

“For the last time, Sirius, I’m not going to the fucking Hallowe’en Ball with Alphonsus St.John Diggory!” Lily repeated.

Her cheeks had gone blotchy from the suppressed irritation, and she was practically whisper-shouting, which was potentially a total disaster. Seeing as this entire… situation depended on nobody finding out he was the brains behind Operation Smitten Idiots.

“Shush!” Sirius muttered tetchily, scanning the horizon for the twin dangers of James Potter or (potentially worse still) Remus Lupin.

Lily’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth indignantly to protest.

“Do not- “

“Don’t embarrass the poor chap! Not his fault that he’s been turned down by thirteen girls in a row!”

“Thirteen?”

Sirius nodded, adding in a sad huff at the end.

“He’s heartbroken.”

Lily rolled her eyes.

“Well, you’d think- “ she began.

“He failed his DADA exam. And his Charms test.”

Lily hesitated.

“And… his cat died. So did his owl. And his rabbit.”

Sirius grimaced. Okay, so that might be pushing it.

“No way?” Lily looked at him with horror. “The poor fella!”

“Yes, yes, dreadful stuff… caught him shedding bitter tears in the boys’ loos beside Minnie’s office. Bawling.”

He was, in fact, pretty sure that Alphonsus St.John Diggory had never shed a single tear in his entire, boring, perfect life. He was, however, an excellent Quidditch player, and good-looking to boot. Sirius Black might have been forced to call in a few favours for him in order to set this all up…

He could practically see her relenting.

“Don’t say a word though, he’d be mortified. Asked me not to breathe a word to anyone.”

“And he knows I’m only agreeing to go as a friend?” Lily bit her lower lip.

“Of course, I expressly warned him that I’d murder him if he so much as looked at you funny and- “

“Oh shut up, poor guy, imagine having to listen to your drivel when three of his pets died,” she said, her face taking on a determined expression.

Just then, James Fleamont “I could have asked Evans to the ball and we all know she’d have said yes immediately but I’m either an idiot or a spineless coward so I didn’t bother” Potter walked into the great hall. Wearing his dress robes which Sirius had secretly charmed to cling to his shoulders and back and chest like a certain quidditch uniform which Lily Evans was want to stare at. Lily’s mouth - as if on cue - hung open.

“Six. Six pets. I forgot to mention his pet lambs,” he said, taking her arm and walking in the direction of Himbo Diggory.

“Six?” Her eyebrows shot up and she tore herself away from staring at his useless best friend. “Lambs?”

Only Prongs was now rooted to the spot like a pillar of salt, or a giant stunned Pygmy Puff.

“Seven, if you count his pet rat, which I wasn’t.”

“You… what? How very DARE you!” Peter Pettigrew yelped in alarm.

“They’re highly intelligent animals!” Lily and Peter shouted in unison.

“Well, whatever,” he sniffed, smoothing out his dress robes. “I suppose it’s a loss.. used sleep next to his bed, near the rabbit… and the cat.”

“OMG!” Lily elbowed him rudely. “The poor guy!”

She straightened her shoulders, took one last forlorn glance at the useless article with the messy hair, took a deep breath, and tapped the himbo on the shoulder. Got to hand it to Evans, she has guts, he thought.

“Hi Alphonsus,” she said, trying to stretch her lips upwards.

“Hello, Miss Evans,” the guy said, looking over her shoulder at Sirius and winking far too dramatically.

He mimed zipping up his mouth and cutting his throat for good measure. Alphonsus frowned but nodded, looking slightly more subdued.

“A dance?” Alphonsus said, giving Lily a pitying look.

“Of course.”

“Smile!” Cressida Creevy waved her arm wildly before taking the shot.

“What the absolute fuck?” James Potter finally asked, gulping down an entire glass of fire whisky in one go and grabbing a second one.

“No idea, old chap,” he said, elegantly sipping some wine and raising the glass at the couple. “I think he fancies her, and nobody asked her, so she said yes. Has a thing for Quidditch players, apparently.”

His friend said nothing, tugged at his bird’s nest hair, and muttering distraught expletives under his breath.

“Why, you weren’t planning on asking Evans, were you? I thought you were, and I quote, just good friends?”

The reply was in gibberish, although in fairness Prongs was choking on his fire whisky at the time.

“All good, so?” he said, whacking Prongs twice on the back for good measure. “Splendid. Well, enjoy the night, they certainly seem to be.”

Alphonsus patted Lily on the shoulder in a comforting fashion as they glided by. She smiled back fondly.

“Probably discussing some personal problems, a problem shared is a problem halved, and all that,” he supplied helpfully.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Prongs hacked up a lung.

Sirius wandered off. Prongs picked up an entire bottle of fire whisky.

“Parfaitement joué,” Sirius smiled to himself. “And onto plan number two…”

[inpizzawecrust]

Tea with Minnie—The Finale

As the hot June sun poured in from the window, Minerva couldn’t help by feel bittersweet. The end of the year always did that to the professor, but she felt it even more so this year, for she knew she’d be missing this particular group of children when they would not be boarding the train in the fall. She told herself years ago to not get attached, but back then she hadn’t even imagined the bright wizards and witches that the class of 1979 would consist of. 

As if on cue, the one who held a great piece of her heart came barrelling through the door. She smiled and leaned back in her chair as the young man sat in his usual chair across from her.

“Sorry, Minnie! I didn’t forget, I had some last minute business to take care of,” He rambled as he brought his foot up to retie the laces of his black leather boots. He was slightly out of breath from presumably running across the school and the thought of Sirius Black abruptly remembering Tea with Minnie in the midst of a prank brought a smile to Minerva’s face. “I would tell you, but it’s strictly Marauder’s business.”

She slightly shook her head, the smile still remaining on her face.

“Anyway, the train departs on Saturday and I have to pack everyone’s things before then since no one ever does it right,” Sirius began, “But I like it this way. I always pack Pete’s and James’s first, then Moony’s then mine—I swear they’d be lost without me.”

Minerva listened, but her mind wandered as she began to reminisce on the last six and a half years.

“Black, Sirius.” She called out, her body stiffening at the words.

She remembered Walburga Black all too well from her own days at Hogwarts and watching her son stride over to the chair with the utmost dignity sent a chill down Minerva’s spine. The boy resembled his mother and as he sat on the stool, Minerva held her breath.

“GRYFFINDOR!” The hat bellowed after a few long moments of silence.

Her heart sank as the room remained silent, but when the boy ever rose and ran to the Gryffindor table with pep in his step and turned around with a smile plastered to his face, Minerva clapped. He may resemble his mother, but that boy was not Walburga Black.

“So Remus and I found a flat in Muggle London. We don’t move in a for a few days, but that just means more time with James and Lily at the Potter estate,” Sirius continued, something about it bringing Minerva back.

“What about the others? Peter? Mary? Dorcas? Marlene?”

“Peter’s moving back home with his parents. Reckon he’s getting a Ministry job. Not sure about the girls,” Sirius thoughtfully said. “They might stay with James and Lily. ‘M not too fond of him being in that big house. I know he has Lily, but after what happened with his parents a few months ago—” He trailed off.

There was banging on her door. It was the middle of the night and there was banging on her door. She scrambled from the bed, hoping someone had a good enough reason to wake her in the middle of the night. She found a bathrobe and quickly pulled it on and covered her nightgown—there’s no way Minerva McGonagall would answer her door without looking a bit presentable.

The banging continued and if Minerva wasn’t mistaken, it was even louder than before. She quickly raced down the stairs until she reached the last one before quickly striding across the office. She hastily pulled open the door, her heart sinking to her toes at the sight before her.

“I’m sorry,” he croaked out, tears streaming down his face. He tried to wipe them away with one hand as he scratched his neck with his other. “I’m sorry, Min-Minnie. But I-I didn’t know where to go.”

“Sirius, it’s alright.” She assured as she gently guided him out of the hallway. She quietly shut the door and put a hand on his shoulder. “What happened?”

“It’s Mum and Dad—Euphemia and Fleamont,” He shakily said, “Th-they had dragon pox a-and th-they didn’t make it.”

Minerva’s heart dropped at the sound of the news. Two brilliant wizards who Minerva had befriended and known for years were dead. Sirius must have sensed her devastation, for he immediately put an arm around her and leaned down to bring his head to her shoulder. And as they both cried, Minerva knew that though her boys lost their parents, she was determined that they not lose her too.

“—and I told James that this isn’t amateur hour!” Sirius continued to ramble. “It’s our last year! We have to do something big for a send off—Don’t look at me like that, Minnie! I know better than to tell you what we’re up to!”

“You’ve never revealed anything prematurely to me.” She said, a twinkle in her eyes as Sirius rolled his own.

“Easy for you to say! You haven’t had to live with James reminding you of the incident back in fourth year every day since it happened!”

Detention with Sirius Black had become a normal event. The boy was constantly in trouble and Minerva was adamant he wanted to break some sort of record, a record he naturally set each year and spent the next one determined as ever to beat it. He was only in his fourth year and had spent at least four nights a week in Minerva’s office, scrubbing the floor as punishment for whatever havoc he had caused the previous day.

“You’re already done?” She raised a brow. It had only been an hour and it had usually taken the boy nearly two to finish the entire room.

“What can I say, Minnie?” He smirked with a shrug, “You’ve taught me well.”

She glared at him for using Minnie, she had lectured him in second year for making a nickname for her. Little did he know, she always found herself stifling a smile whenever he said it—but she’d never admit that to the boy. She raised a brow and he held his hands in the air.

“You seem in a hurry, Black. Do you have any plans on this late evening? Perhaps somewhere to be?”

“Nowhere out of the ordinary, Professor. Just the common room to meet James for the upcoming attack on the Slytherins.” He casually said. His eyes widened once he realized it and he quickly clasped a hand over his mouth. “Professor I-I can explain”

“Go.” She said, and the boy didn’t have to be told twice, for he ran out of the room. She smiled fondly to herself as she sat in her chair, wondering what chaos the boys had up their sleeves.

“McGonagall.”

The sound name pulled her head from her thoughts, especially it being her full name. Ever since Tea with Minnie started two and a half years ago, Sirius had stopped calling her McGonagall just as she had stopped calling him Black. They rarely used each other’s surnames, though Sirius would definitely get scolded for calling her anything but Professor if it wasn’t 5 o’clock on a Wednesday.

“It’s already 9.” He continued as he rose.

She turned her head and sure enough, the late afternoon and early night had slipped past just as they always did when their conversations began. She rose from her chair and walked around the desk to follow Sirius to the door, but as she stared up at the boy, she couldn’t stop the sad smile from pulling on her lips. She had spent years watching the boy grow up, she had spent years watching him prank students, and the longer she stared, the more memories flashed across her mind.

The times the boys would carry the birthday boy in the Great Hall for all three meals that day. The time Sirius strut into the Great Hall with one of Lily Evans’ skirts on after a Slytherin had made a comment to a Hufflepuff boy for wearing one just days prior. The times Sirius would barrel down a corridor to avoid Filch. The times he would vigorously take notes for Remus after a full moon or James and Peter when they were sick. The times he’d receive the horrid letters from Walburga and how he would rip them to shreds, though she could see the pain in his face from across the Great Hall. The time his shoulders slumped when he arrived after Christmas holidays back in his fifth year after he was disowned. The many parties she crashed in the Gryffindor Tower, almost all consisting of a drunk Sirius singing whatever song was playing on the record player at the top of his lungs.

She had watched the boy grow up and though she’d never admit it, it pained her heart to watch him go.

“I’m going to miss you.” Sirius gave a slight nod as he abruptly flung his arms around her.

Taken aback, Minerva’s eyes widened, but she recovered as she patted the boy’s back, her throat tightening a bit.

“I have a feeling this won’t be the last I see you, Sirius.” She whispered, blinking up at the ceiling to keep the tears from falling.

“Never said it was Minnie, but that doesn’t mean I won’t miss you.” He whispered back.

She patted his back once more and he pulled away. Their eyes were both glistening with tears, but neither mentioned it. He gave a slight nod as he walked out the door. Minerva followed him and watched from the doorway as he strutted down the corridor, his black hair slowly falling from the bun on his head. She smiled and watched as his wand clattered to the floor, and gave the slightest wave when he had turned around to pick it up, his signature wide goofy grin plastered on his face.

She waited until he had turned the corner before retreating back to her room, the door closing softly behind her as she walked to her desk. And as a smile grew on her lips and tears slowly fell from her eyes, Minerva McGonagall couldn’t help but feel proud of her son and all he had done—and certainly all he would come to do. She intently watched from the window as he walked across the courtyard with the grin still on his face to meet his three friends halfway, all engulfing him in a big hug, and all she could think about was the letter she had received two and a half years ago from the boy’s chosen family.

“Don’t worry, Euphemia,” Minerva whispered to herself as tears continued to fall from her eyes, "We've done a good job."

[theresthesnitch]

Will jily use the invisibility cloak in Ignite?

Hm. Yes and no.

You’ll notice that, despite the fact that Jily is in this secret relationship where they sneak off to hook up, there’s been no use of the cloak together. James has used it around her, but never in a way where Lily knows about it—like during lessons the first day, in the London Library. That’s because Lily doesn’t know about the cloak.

I have this HC that the cloak is a closely protected secret, and they don’t tell anyone about it. It only works to protect you and your family if no one knows you have it. (Cue Jame, Fleamont, and a whole slew of Potters cringing when everyone and their dog knows about Harry’s cloak.) You see, James went off to Hogwarts and told his friends about it (and used it to make lots of mischief), and when he told Fleamont about it on summer break, Fleamont laid into him about giving away the cherished family secret. He tells James that he should only tell people who are really, really important and in your life permanently about the cloak. (James also warns the Marauders to never ever mention it, and of course they don’t.)

So there’s a moment coming where the cloak is revealed, and its Big and Important and it comes at a really lovely time.