#i want to ruin harry before making him into a little wife for voldie :)

[curioushabitforarivergod]

whipper snipper

thank you for the tag @known-concepts!

ive got a few wips but i thought i'd share one that hasn't made it out of confinement yet. whether this will become something or not, time will tell

for the moment, please enjoy a harrymort au where voldemort wins sometime during the 7th book, and kidnaps and tortures harry (of course they fall in love 😊💖). it's very rough and probably chock-full of errors, but i'll live

It takes an additional two men to rise Harry to his crucifixion. He is obscene. His arms are splayed like angels wings, his feet bound to his chest by ropes that chafe, his mouth is forced wide open by a gag. His neck is fixed with a loose knot, a rope that is slack so it won't choke him yet, but should any of the other ropes fail to hold him, or should Harry struggle, his own body weight will be his death. The clamour is loud now; shouts and laughter ring out, songs burst and form in the cathedral-like hall, crazied-dances, clashing music, excited voices. Harry flinches as a firework explodes beside his ear. Everything dulls and slows as the tinnitus rings and rings and rings. Harry barely notices when the hall quietens and stills, when a dark lonely figure parts the crowds. But of course he does, of course. It's Voldemort. "My worthy, my faithful."  His voice is soft, barely more than a whisper. Harry almost strains to hear it from his invisible perch.  "Tonight Lord Voldemort has secured victory. The Order has run with their tail between their legs to Hogwarts. Good men are waiting them out as we speak. We have long held the Ministry under shadowed government and puppetted players. Britain is under our control."

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[themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy]

Hey! Can you do a thing in which all the voldy shit never happened and everyone lives happily (Peter drifts away from them because ugh I don't like reading about him). Basically Sirius' kids are with Harry and reader is Sirius' wife. Reader is pretty chill and all up for pranks. They have twins together of Harry's age. In second year when Harry, ron, and twins go to Hogwarts by car,James, Sirius, and reader send howlers telling them DAMN YOU DID A GOOD PRANK RIGHT THERE.

dude I don’t like writing about peter so it’s fine lmao (also with no voldemort the sorcerers stone wouldn’t really have been an issue so when I say their first year happened fine that’s what I mean lmao)(also I know that the concept of howlers is that the letter just yells what you write but I like the idea of James and Sirius just butting in and ruining it so there you go)

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Being the wife of Sirius Black, the master of chaos, came with lots and lots of headaches. You’d known him since you were in school together, and he never disappointed when it came to pranks. Whether that meant (probable) arson, or just a simple dungbomb in someone’s water glass, something was always up with that man, and you’re not sure why you thought his children would be any different.

Sirius had definitely raised them on mischief, as did James with Harry, so you were quite nervous sending them off to school together. Your twins and Harry would definitely wreak havoc on the school, you just prayed you wouldn’t have to pay for property damage. 

Their first year went by relatively smoothly. Of course, there were the occasional detentions, letters written home about the strange spells that your children had used, probably taught to them by their fathers. As always. The worst thing that had happened that year was that your two little monsters, along with James’ troublemaker, had managed to jinx Hagrid’s (already massive) pumpkins to be ten times their size, which proved to be an issue, as the grounds had then been constantly covered in either giant pumpkins, or their remains, for a month. 

You’d sent them off to the Weasleys’ house, thanking Molly for taking care of your children until the school year began. Harry went along as well, leaving you, Sirius, James, Remus, and Lily alone in your homes, finally able to breathe for a moment. 

It was now almost eleven o’clock on the first of September, and you wondered how your kids were doing, probably already buying out the sweets from the trolley. You hoped that they’d help out some lost first-years, or prove helpful to their professors as they now knew how the school worked. 

The clock struck eleven and you sighed, peering over at Sirius who was lazily flicking his wand around the air where he sat, sending a flurry of snowflakes gliding down from the air and into his hair. You giggled, standing and walking over to his chair, feeling the cold flakes land on your head and tickle the back of your neck. Sirius grinned, watching as a snowflake landed on your nose and laughing when you scrunched your face up in discomfort. He flicked the snowflake off, leaning in to kiss you before a loud crack was heard and your heads both jerked to the side.

There stood Molly and Arthur Weasley, slightly disheveled, and frowning deeply. 

“Molly? Arthur? What’s wrong, what is it?” Your heart began beating in your chest, envisioning a freak accident involving your twins or Harry.

“Our car is gone, and none of your kids made it onto the platform.” Arthur mumbled, eyes wide with worry and alarm.

“What?!”

--

To say that you’d been worried would have been an understatement. Your children were missing, you had no idea what to do. You hadn’t slept at all that night, and you had written the school a very lengthy letter, begging them for updates if they had any. You know that Lily had done the same, having apparated to their home just after Molly and Arthur had left.

So, when you received an owl with a letter clutched in its beak, the Hogwart’s wax seal brightly stamped on the front, your heart leapt in your chest. There was hope.

You tore the letter open, nearly tearing the parchment inside in your haste. Sirius grabbed your hands, steadying them and taking the letter from you. He began reading out loud.

‘Sirius and Y/N,

Your children are safe. They arrived here last night, not on the train, but by flying car, and though they crashed several times, including into the whomping willow, they seem to have escaped unscathed. I will never understand how they do it. I have decided to reject the idea of expulsion, they did go above and beyond to make sure that they got to school, even if it was slightly destructive. We’ve sent word to the Potters, as well as the Weasleys. I hope you weren’t too worried, 

Sincerely,

Minerva.’

You felt yourself breathe a sigh of relief, though white hot anger flared in your system only moments after. 

“They stole the car!” You looked up at your husband, mouth falling open as you watched him laugh.

“Sirius! This is not funny, they could have been killed! And ‘Grand Theft Auto: Twelve-Year-Olds’?! Sirius, what are we going to do with them?!”

“It’s fine! They’re okay, the school is okay, they’re not being expelled, everything is fine. It was a pretty good prank, don’t you think?”

“No!”

--

Now, each child involved knew that they’d be sent an angry letter from their parents. That was inevitable. But none of them had expected two bright red, smoking howlers to show up the next morning, like ticking time bombs sitting in front of their cereal.

“You go first, Ron.” Harry nudged Ron forward, wishing that he could avoid his own howler altogether.

Ron gulped, slitting the envelope open, though he threw it down on the table when the booming voice of Molly Weasley rang throughout the great hall.

‘Ronald Weasley! 

How dare you steal that car! Your father is facing an inquiry at work, and it’s entirely your fault! If you put another toe out of line, we’ll send you straight home! Oh, and Ginny dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor, your father and I are so proud.’ (I just had that mEmoRIZedGJNSKGN)

Ron was shaking as the envelope tore itself up, leaving only the one other remaining. Harry reached for it, peeling the envelope open and cringing when his mother’s voice began shouting.

‘You three are in big trouble! What in the world were you thinking? Poor Molly and Arthur were left without a car, and we were all worried sick!’

‘If you had done something like that from outside the safety of those walls, I guarantee that we would have-’ Remus’ voice was cut off midway through his sentence.

‘Son!’ Another voice made itself known over the letter, and the children recognized it as James’.

‘Son, I’m so proud of you. That was amazing! You’re on our level of genius now, I can’t believe you got there so young!’ 

‘And I can’t believe you all managed to escape unharmed! This is by far one of the best things I’ve ever seen, you have to fill us in on the details later-’ Sirius’ voice cut in, the sound full of happiness and pride for his children.

“Sirius no!’ Your voice was heard shrieking throughout the great hall before the letter self destructed, smoke and little bits of ashy paper flying everywhere. Harry snorted, shaking his head while envisioning the absolute chaos that must have been the creation of the Howler. 

From the staff table, Mcgonagall smirked, hiding her face behind a napkin as she shook her head, even after they’d graduated James Potter and Sirius Black were still creating mischief.

(This was kinda long and icky and I’m so sorry if it’s bad kjgdafnds I’m not doing great but I hope you still like it :’)   )

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[xx-st-jimmy-xx]

Dear Fred,

Dear Fred,

It’s been ten years since the battle... A full decade, the hardest decade of my life mind you. I wish i had have had the guts to write to you earlier, maybe then finding the words i want to now wouldn’t be so hard. It’s been ten years since we finally got rid of old voldy. I don’t know if you knew that. 

Some days Fred, people still see your name and thank you for what you did but somehow it only makes me angrier. Why did it have to be us? We were still only kids, not soldiers. We shouldn’t have had to fight like that... I shouldn’t have had to lose you. Why did it have to be you?

I hope you’re not lonely.

I’ve got a kid now Fred, my wife and i named him after you who might i just say is none other than your high school sweetheart Angelina. I know, what a cheeky git am I. We got closer after the war Freddie. She was one of the few people who understood what it meant to really lose you that wasn’t a part of the family. I could talk to her about it in a way i couldn’t talk about it to mom or Ron or Bill.

I could barely look at them without crying for weeks after it happened, their hair reminded me to much of you. I mom took it the hardest, second to none other than myself. When we arrived home... she found that your hand had fallen off the clock Fred. She spent hours desperately trying to stick it back on, weeping. Not even dad could drag her away from it.

I smashed all the mirrors in the house in the weeks after it happened, I didn’t want to see you looking back at me. 

That night... when we found out Harry came back, i turned to tell you. I turned to tell you and you weren’t there Fred. I had to ask Harry if it hurt to die just to know if you felt any pain, he told me it didn’t. Tell me Fred, did it hurt to die? because it hurt like hell without you here.

WHY’D YOU HAVE TO GO!? I LOST THE ONLY FRIEND I EVER NEEDED THAT NIGHT AND I COULDN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT! I wish i could have said something more before you went away, like how i love you and how i need you.

You were always the brave one Freddie, why did I have to be the one left? I wasn’t brave enough to fix myself and i couldn’t fix the family. The only thing that comforted them was the smile that was still left on your face.

Mom stopped mixing us up after that at least. I can barely make jokes about us like that anymore, but it’s getting better. Ron took over your place in the joke shop, it’s not the same but he’s helpful enough when he isn't ruining the shelves. I still have to mess with him a little bit every now and then, it’s all in the spirit.

I don’t know if there is somewhere you go after... leaving, but i really hope so. I hope you’re somewhere out there, creating as much trouble as you want without fear or limitation... not that you ever let those things bother you in the first place. I’m glad i got to see you old though. It’s something that I’m so extremely glad happened in hindsight. I think it’s the idea that when you left, your mischief was finally managed that helped me through the last 10 years. 

I hope I find you out there some day, maybe not soon, but eventually. Then we can be the two halves of a whole again, but we’re never really that far apart, are we freddie? You’re still the greatest man i ever knew. I guess the one thing to remember here is that you’re only as far away as i make you seem, and I’m never letting you leave my side again.

All our mischief,

George