#ironic that its actually sirius who dies first

[starmoondany]

When Remus told Sirius that Freddie Mercury had died during the time he was in Azkaban, Sirius didn't cry, he didn't say anything, but he felt a horrible lump in his throat that went all the way to his chest. He felt in some way that everything he had ever loved, when he was still young and happy, was abandoning him. Slipping out of his hands. And so it was. Death seemed to be infatuated with him, chasing him but never catching him. Killing all of his loved ones but not him.

“He died, Sirius.” Remus said in a gentle voice, as if he was afraid of hurting the fragile, skeletal man in front of him. Sirius looked at him, silently, as if in shock, and some tears began to run down his cheeks when a thought came to his mind; Oh, death, don't take this one from me. Not this one.

[robincantfunction]

i'm at a festival rn but i wrote this a while ago so i'm using my 4G. sorry for being kinda off the grid i'll be properly back in a few days <3

requested: yes/no (requests are open) word count:837 (these will get longer i promise) warnings: fem!reader, mentions of death, slight death description but nothing all that detailed, swearing? idk its me there's probably swearing. not properly proof read. angst or at least my attempt summary: after her untimely death, fred mourns y/n song prompt 5: ghost of you - 5sos a/n: i got the timeline a bit fucked on this one, so just pretend that fred didn't leave when he did thank you.

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every heavy step he took, every whisper he heard, none of it compared to the pain buried deep in his chest. none of it compared to the throbbing he felt in his head when he thought of her, the tears he shed over her. "im sorry freddie, i just can't. i love you, but this is all too much right now" the last words she ever spoke to him, the last thing he ever got to hear her say. and after that he got an even bigger kick in the nuts after she died, he was constantly reminded that he'd never get to speak to her again, never get to hold her again, kiss her again, do all the things he loved to do with her.

sirius wasn't the only one to die the night they broke into the ministry, she was gone too. ron blamed himself for the loss of the person his brother loved the most. the golden trio always asked her for helped when they needed it, after all she was even smarter than hermione, and not just book smart, she was life smart. she was a puzzle solver. she was their secret weapon. as they began to run out of the castle after giving those nit wits the puking pastels, they bumped into her. "y/n just the person we need right now, do you wanna come on a potentially life threatening mission with us?" after just breaking up with fred earlier that day, she needed a distraction. potentially life threatening sounded like a good enough distraction so she followed them. "what's y/n doing here? did you not understand when i said this was stupid and dangerous?" harry asked slightly annoyed, it was no secret he always had a bit of a thing for her, whether this was protecting her or him not wanting to see her cause she had a boyfriend, at least in his mind she did. as remus held back harry after sirius died, bellatrix pulled one more stunt. she cast the killing curse, directing it at the already heart broken girl, now causing permanent damage. everyone was in utter shock, y/n l/n was dead.

when they got back fred was the first to notice her absence "do you guys know where y/n is? i figured she went with you. anyway i need to talk to her" everyone took a deep breath, no one wanted to be the one to break it to him, he already looked sad, they didn't want to be the one to hurt him even more "what are you not telling me? guys what's going on?" ginny was the one to break the news, she knew someone had to do it and she couldn't bare to look at his worried figure anymore. even though she knew what was to come next was something much worse. she was right, he completely broke down, not even caring about who was their and who would see him in such a state.

he couldn't even bare to sleep in his own bed anymore, even that reminded him of her. and every time he did it just dug a bigger hole in his heart. he tried to drown out the symphonies of silence but nothing could stop him from chasing the ghost of her and his past. no matter how hard he tried. everyone told him "you were so young to even know what love was. one day, one day you'll find someone else and you'll love them even more than you did her" they thought it was comforting but it was just demeaning. in his life the only thing that truly mad sense to him was her, and his love for her. it was something he never questioned, not even when she told him she wasn't in the right place to date him right now. and as much as your last words to him were bad ones, he still found good in them. "i love you. but it's all just too much right now". most would look at those words and feel pain, but he didn't. "i love you" it brought him comfort. she didn't break up with him because she stopped loving him. she broke up with him because of circumstance. bad luck on his part.

even as the wall fell on him, even as he heard percey's screams of his name, he still found comfort in you. at least i'll be with her. where ever i'm going at least i'll be with her. and for the first time in over a year he was no longer dancing away from the ghost like presence he felt cloud around him every day. for once he was running towards it. finally feeling more alive than he did when he actually was. it was ironic, yes. cliche? yes. but it was something that brought him peace. peace in his final moments. because every day since she dies he chased down the truth that his feet physically couldn't dance the way they did with her.

[lunapwrites]

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(I am once again posting unedited nightmares to Tumblr.)

CW: strong language, violence, character death. The first thing Remus noticed was that the floor was cold. The texture rough against his stubbled cheek, scraping against his forearms as he slowly pushed himself up. He blinked blearily, eyes adjusting to the dim torchlight. Stone floors, stone walls, iron bars.

A cell.

His head was throbbing; there was dried blood in his hair. This time it might have been his own. He recalled bright lights, curses flying, sizzling past his ear. Red. Darkness.

A Stunner.

How did they find me?

He couldn't remember.

If he concentrated, he could hear breathing, other heartbeats. One, two, three... no, four. He scented the air; three male, one female. Human, goblin. Familiar — very familiar, though he was struggling to think beyond the pounding in his skull. He couldn't recall their faces.

Somewhere out of view, a door swung open: hinges creaking, wood groaning, scraping along the floor. A jangle of keys. This scent... (juniper berry and wood shavings and cheap dusty tea) this scent he knew.

rat rat rat

"Oh good, you're not dead," Peter said in a tone that might have sounded cheerful if not for the underlying tension of attempted murder and heart-wrenching betrayal.

"Sorry to disappoint," Remus replied. His voice was rougher than the stone he'd woken on and twice as cold. On the other side of the wall, two heartbeats quickened; a quiet intake of breath.

They know me.

"Ah, don't be like that, Moony. I've brought you supper."

"Think I'd rather starve, thanks."

Peter gave that snorty little laugh that Remus used to privately think was endearing and now just made him want to yank the bastard's brains out through his nostrils.

"Just as dramatic as ever, I see." He showed the plate to Remus. "It's just a bacon sarnie. Light on the butter and practically raw, just the way you like it."

It was the way he liked it, and Remus hated him for it.

"Why am I here?"

"Skipping right over the small talk, eh? That's not like you at all." Peter opened a small grate, pushing the plate through the bars. "Come on, Moony. You know why."

"Don't call me that."

If he hadn't been watching for it, he'd have missed the tiny flicker of hurt across Peter's face. The twitch of his brows, the near imperceptible thinning of his already too-thin lips. The shadows under his eyes darkening.

He looked terrible. He looked sorry. Remus hated him even more.

"Alright, Remus then. Or would you prefer Lupin?"

"I would prefer you didn't call me anything, honestly."

"Too bad," Peter said briskly. "I'm the jailor, so unless you just don't want to talk at all..."

"That would be lovely, actually."

"Liar." Peter grinned. "You love hearing yourself talk, always did. You were worse than James—"

The bars rattled as Remus slammed into them, fury bubbling in his veins. Peter leapt out of his reach, eyes wide, frightened as he'd been that night in the shack.

"DON'T!" Remus snarled, fangs bared. "Don't you ever speak his name!"

Peter stared at him, his hummingbird pulse slowly steadying as he remembered who was on which side of the bars. He put his hands up, placating.

"Alright, Remus. Fair enough. I'm sorry."

No you're not.

Peter hovered awkwardly for a moment, rocking on his heels like he had something more to say — like there was anything more to say. As if he had a right to be disappointed that Remus would sooner swallow his own tongue than accept anything he offered.

"Right. I'll leave you to it, then. Be back tomorrow."

Remus watched him slip out of the room in silence, the heavy door swinging shut, the lock turning with a dull click just as the plate shattered against the wall.

-

"Brought you some soup today," Peter said conversationally. "Figured you might need it after talking to Bellatrix."

He slipped the bowl through the grate; Remus didn't move from his spot against the opposite wall. Every one of his nerve endings was on fire, but he'd be damned before he'd show it.

"She really needs to work on her conversational skills," he croaked, and immediately regretted it. Peter's eyes sharpened, searching his face.

Nothing to see here. Not for you.

"She was always mad as a hatter before, but Azkaban really didn't do her any favours in that regard." Peter sighed, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed. "Can't say I'm upset about getting out of that one."

It was in that moment that Remus decided that the Killing Curse was too good for Peter.

He hauled himself to his feet, trudging over to the front of the cell on shaky legs, leaning over carefully to pick up his supper.

"I see you remembered my favourite again." He sniffed at the bowl of soup suspiciously, checking for strange ingredients.

Potato. Leek. Broth... chicken I think. Cream. Bacon again, probably leftover.

"Figured a taste of home might not go amiss," Peter said quietly, frowning. "I haven't poisoned it, you know."

"I'm well aware that the only thing you poison is friendships," Remus agreed. "If you wanted to kill me, I should watch for a knife in my back."

"...That's not fair."

"Isn't it?"

They stared one another down silently, Peter with his best rainy morning face on, Remus towering above him like a thundercloud. He slowly poured the soup out onto the floor, flinging the bowl back through the bars. Peter dodged at the last second; it bounced off the wall next to his ear and clattered harmlessly to the floor.

He'd learned his lesson since the plate, apparently.

"Right," Peter declared in an overly plummy tone as he pushed off the wall, "we'll just try again tomorrow, shan't we?"

-

The following day, Peter brought down bangers and mash; it was cold and grainy, and the bangers were burned to hell.

Remus ate it anyway.

-

"You know, as pleased as I am that you've stopped throwing tantrums over the food," Peter mused through a mouthful of toast, "I'm genuinely surprised you haven't asked me why I did it."

Remus paused, looking up from his plate through one, unswollen eye.

"Probably because it doesn't matter."

He spoke slowly, as if to a particularly dim child, as if he weren't lying through his teeth.

Peter scoffed, spots of colour rising to his cheeks.

"Please, like you didn't spend twelve years tearing yourself up over Sirius. Why should my reasons matter less?"

"I'll give you three guesses."

Peter wrinkled his nose, scowling.

"You always liked him best."

"Dunno what to tell you, Pete. He gives great head."

There was a muffled snort from the neighbouring cell. Dean, by the sound of it. A week ago, Remus might have even been embarrassed.

"Remus Lupin, unfiltered," Peter said with a wistful shake of his head. "I fucking missed you, you know."

"This is very good bread. Do give my compliments to whichever unfortunate elf was responsible for it."

"That would be me."

Remus snorted at him, raising his mug of water in toast.

"Here's to moving up in the world."

"Fuck off." Peter eyed him speculatively for a long moment. "It was because I wanted it to end."

Remus peered at him over the rim of his mug.

There was a dark intensity emanating from Peter. Not dangerous in the same way that Bellatrix or even Sirius was; sharp and sinewy, a predator stalking prey. It was as if Remus was moving among the stars and encountered a vast nothing that devoured everything it dragged into its field.

No sound, no light, just cold, dead silence.

"All my friends were dying or turning into people I didn't recognise anymore, and I was terrified," Peter continued quietly. "Every day I was terrified, and I just wanted it to end. I didn't care how."

He pushed off the wall, leaving without waiting for a response.

It didn't matter. There was nothing to say.

-

On the fifth day, an apple rolled off the plate as Peter approached the cell. It hit the ground, rolling at his feet. He leaned down to recover it, and the rest happened very quickly.

Remus rushed forward, his arm darting out to catch Peter around his neck as he rose back up, yanking him back hard against the bars.

"You always were an idiot."

Peter thrashed and struggled in his grip. His fancy silver hand clawed at Remus' forearm, more powerful than Peter had any right to be.

But Remus was stronger.

"I would be lying if I said I didn't miss you, Pete," he said calmly, tightening his grip. "I missed you every day, like a limb. I still do."

The keys were jangling against Peter's belt loop, against the bars. Remus could reach through and grab them now, if he wanted to.

"You weren't the only one who was afraid, you know? We were just kids. Only the rest of us learned to kill our enemies instead of our brothers."

It wasn't about the keys.

"My brothers died twelve years ago." The fingers scratching and scrabbling against his arm were weakening, slowing. "I buried one with his wife in Godric's Hollow, and they put up a little statue for them that I still can't stand to look at."

Peter's knees buckled, his weight against Remus' steady arm adding pressure.

"I buried the other in a little plot in Coxheath, and I used to wonder why it couldn't have been me. And I grieved."

Remus took a deep, slow breath. A holy calm settled over him.

"I want you to know," he continued in that same soft, conversational tone, "that everything you've done has amounted to nothing. That you are nothing, and no one will remember you."

Things happened very slowly after that.

Peter stopped struggling.

Remus counted heartbeats.

There were six.

And then there were five.

He reached down and pulled the keyring from Peter's belt, popping the beltloop clear off. It wasn't like Peter needed it anymore. He left the body against the bars, opening the door to his cell without looking back.

-

"Hullo Professor."

Dean was watching him open their cell door with wide eyes, more surprised — appraising — than fearful. Luna waved at him cheerfully, same as when he'd last seen her, if a little taller. Remus nodded to them both in greeting.

"I'd say it's good to see you both, but I'm rather sorry you're here. Can everyone move under their own power?"

"Ollivander and Griphook are both a bit worse for wear," Dean said apologetically.

"Alright, well give me a hand now then."

-

It only took a few moments for them to get Griphook and Ollivander situated on Dean and Remus' backs, respectively. Remus, in the meantime, had been coming up with a plan.

So long as they were quiet and careful, he could sniff out the exit while avoiding the manor's residents. They just needed to be quick about it; he didn't know how long it would be before Peter was missed.

But no sooner did he reach his hand out for the door than it burst open, revealing a particularly unhinged-looking Sirius, closely flanked by Harry and Ron.

There was a short pause in which the two men processed one anothers' sudden appearance.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Remus asked faintly.

"We came to rescue you," Sirius said with a vaguely affronted tone.

Remus turned around, looking at the assortment of prisoners he'd broken out and the cooling body of the jailor at the other end of the room, and then turned back to Sirius.

"Well done."

Harry let out a choked sort of noise that might have been either a sob or a snort, he wasn't quite sure.

"Right," Ron said quickly. "So, mission accomplished, let's go!"

He and Harry ushered Dean-and-Griphook and Luna up the stairs first, Ron taking point and Harry flanking. The moment they were out of the room, Sirius reached out and cupped Remus's jaw, brushing a thumb across his cheek. He felt something damp on his face.

"Have you been crying?"

Remus shrugged.

"Maybe. I didn't feel anything," he said quietly, shaking his head. "It doesn't matter. Let's go."

Remus pushed past him, following the boys up the stairs. Sirius followed close behind.

They didn't look back.

[xomarauders]

okay i’m posting it now cuz i can’t wait :) enjoy!

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“I can’t remember how you take your tea.”

Remus looked up, the book in his hands falling to his lap as he saw Sirius standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. His eyes were cast downward, and his shoulders were hunched inward, looking like a child who was waiting to be scolded by their mother. His bottom lip was tucked neatly between his teeth and Remus fought the urge to stand up and kiss it better. Sirius’ eyes were sort of glossed over and there was a melancholic look on his face mixed with pure agitation and confusion.  

Azkaban had taken a lot of things from Sirius; Remus knew that. The dementors were vicious creatures who toyed with the happy memories of their victims and twisted them into faux nightmares. Sirius had spent twelve years with them and when he finally escaped, the man who came out was not the same as the man Remus once knew.

There were still instances of the old Sirius that Remus’ heart would melt for whenever they happened to appear. Like the crunch of his nose whenever he was thinking intently and the way he bounced on his toes whenever he got excited. The way his eyes lit up when Remus read to him and the barking laugh that was rare to hear these days. Little things like that made it bearable for Remus to withstand the screaming he woke up to every night and the blank expression that resided on Sirius’ face most of the time. It was heartbreaking to see, but Remus would bear it in the hope that one day, the Sirius he loved would fully return to him.

“That’s okay, Sirius.” Remus said calmly even as his heart sank deeper into his stomach. How many other details had the dementors made foreign to the man in front of him? “Just a splash of milk. No sugar.”

Sirius let out a disgruntled sigh and his eyebrows furrowed more. His bony fists clenched at his side as he became frustrated with himself and Remus thought for a brief moment that the frail bones may break under the pressure. Apparently, Sirius’ impatience was still intact.

“Okay.”

He turned and left the room, leaving Remus alone with his book once more. He couldn’t be bothered to focus on reading now, though, and set the novel down on the small coffee table before him. The sound of dishes clinking softly together came from the kitchen where Sirius was attempting to make the tea and Remus wondered if he should go in to help or stay put. It was always like that now. The decision making that should have been simple but seemed near impossible now because of the circumstance. Remus knew what he would have done fourteen years ago but things had changed—they had changed—and Remus was walking on pins and needles, waiting for the inevitable breakdown to come.

“Here you go.” Sirius’ voice brought Remus out of his mind and he reached forward to take the tea from Sirius’ outstretched hand. He took a sip, feeling Sirius’ gaze on him and his heart broke a little bit more as the taste of sugar filled his mouth, but it might as well have been salt because of the bitter flavor it left.

“Is it right?”

Remus looked up to the hesitant eyes of the man he loved and the hopeful gleam that was hidden behind them and smiled the best he could. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

 * * *

“I can’t remember the lyrics.”

Remus had come home from the market to see his records scattered across the bedroom floor with Sirius sitting in the middle of them, head in his hands and tears streaming down his face. The record that was actually playing was instantly recognizable to Remus as Billy Joel’s “Turnstiles” and the track was “James,” making the whole scene that much more painful to bear witness to.

It would have been so much easier if James were here, Remus thought. James always knew how to handle the worst sides of Sirius, the two of them always having some sort of connection others couldn’t even comprehend and it jarred Remus not for the first time in his life that he ever believed Sirius could betray James Potter. How the war had twisted them, broken them down into fragments of distrust and paranoia.

“That’s okay, Sirius.” Remus said because what else could he say? What comfort could he possibly offer the broken man before him when he was partially to blame for it all? Remus had left him to rot in Azkaban just like everybody else did. He should have known better. He did know better.

“I miss him. I miss them both.”

Remus just nodded. There was nothing he could say that would banish the pain and anguish Sirius felt over losing James and Lily. He himself had yet to figure out how others dealt with such grief, how they woke up every morning claiming to feel better. All Remus felt was worse, with each passing day acting as a reminder that James and Lily Potter were gone from the Earth, taken in such a cruel and devastating way. The world had celebrated—the Dark Lord was gone! Let the light thrive! —but Remus had felt nothing but despair, a hole forever left in his heart. How could there be light with the two of them gone? They should have lived. Over him, Sirius, Peter and everybody else who had somehow survived that first war, it should have been James and Lily who made it out alive. But it wasn’t. Because fate or destiny or prophecy or whatever the fuck it was had made up its mind.

So, Remus sat down on the floor next to Sirius, and they cried for their fallen friends.

* * *

“I can’t remember how she died.”

Remus cringed, closing his eyes and willing himself to keep it together. They were standing there, he and Sirius, in front of the smallest headstone in the cemetery—it was all Remus could afford—looking down at the name scrawled across it.

                          Hope Howell Lupin

                                1938 – 1979

She was only forty-one when the cancer had finally consumed her. It was almost ironic that Hope had survived the early stages of the war and all the attacks against muggles but was defeated by some chronic disease that had no cure—magic or otherwise. It pained Remus to sit there and do nothing as he watched her wallow away to nothing those last few months. She had grown thin and frail that Remus had taken to carrying her around like a small child everywhere she went. A part of him was glad that Sirius couldn’t remember. It was hard on the both of them. Sirius had adored Hope and she adored him in return. He was so starved for motherly affection and she was so happy that Remus had someone who loved him that the two of them became fast friends. The day she died, Sirius cursed every star in the sky for taking away such a woman. He screamed about how unfair life was that it had taken her away, that he would die ten times over just to have her back. At the time, all Remus could do was watch Sirius yell into the night as he tried to understand his own feelings. He was never truly able to.

“It was a brain tumor.” Remus said and he hated how his voice cracked. “Cancer. Terrible.”

Sirius nodded minutely and they were quiet once more. After everything happened—with James and Lily’s deaths, Peter being assumed dead as well, and Sirius being locked away—Remus thought his life was an embodiment of irony. He had lost everyone that was important to him in a matter of two years when in all reality, he should’ve been first to leave them all. The wolf inside of him was bound to kill him one day, and Remus was okay with that. He never thought he’d have to be the one grieving.

He would have rather taken the former option.

The feeling of Sirius’ cool fingers intertwining between his own pulled Remus from his thoughts and he turned to the man beside him. Sirius smiled, albeit a bit brokenly, and gave Remus’ palm a squeeze. All the walls Remus seemed to have put up broke down in that moment and he fell to his knees, pulling Sirius down with him. It was as if all the emotions he had been holding in for the past sixteen years came flooding to the surface, making him crumble.

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Sirius whispered, delicate fingers running over Remus’ scalp.

“I’m sorry,” Remus stuttered, because he was. God, was he sorry.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.”

It wasn’t fine. It would never be fine. But Remus nodded anyway.

* * *

“I can’t remember our last kiss.”

Remus almost missed the quiet admittance of Sirius’ latest lost thought. Usually he sounded frustrated or sad whenever he talked to Remus about the things he couldn’t remember but now he almost sounded ashamed for forgetting such a thing. They were sitting on the back porch because Sirius was feeling too claustrophobic to be inside at the moment, gazing up at the night sky. Remus’ eyes would always find the moon while Sirius’ tended to linger on Regulus. Neither of them mentioned it, though.

“It was August. 1981. The 31st, I believe.” Remus said. He remembered it perfectly, the way it down poured that night, as if the universe knew what was about to come. “It was our last night together before Dumbledore sent me off…off with the werewolves.”

He took a breath to compose himself. It was the last good night before everything went to hell. The last good night the two of them had together before suspicion and paranoia drove them apart. Remus often wished he could go back to that night.

“We made love. You had left the window open and so the rain came in and chilled our skin, but we didn’t care. I just kept kissing you and you kept saying my name, like some sort of mantra or prayer. And afterwards we just laid there, arms wrapped around each other and legs intertwined. I didn’t want to let you go. I really didn’t. I wanted to…to run away with you that night. Just run away from it all. But I knew that we couldn’t. So, I just kept kissing you. Trying to memorize the way your lips felt on mine just...just in case.”

The silence between them seemed to stretch on for ages after Remus finished speaking. It was a lot to say, a lot of emotions to unpack. Remus was never good at talking about his emotions, but Sirius deserved this. He deserved to remember how much they meant to one another, no matter how much it hurt now.

“Remus?”

“Yes, Sirius?”

“I…will you kiss me?”

He finally turned to Sirius, who was looking at him sadly, silent tears streaming down his face. The moonlight illuminated his pale skin, offering an almost celestial glow on his broken appearance. Silver eyes that had long since turned to ash stared at Remus with such longing sorrow and the werewolf felt his heart break. Even though he was damaged, possibly beyond repair, he was still the most beautiful thing Remus had ever seen.

Remus nodded minutely and leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against Sirius’. It was soft at first, hesitant, but then Sirius surged forward, hands reaching up to cling onto the back of Remus’ neck and pulling him forward. Remus brought his own hands up to curl in long locks of dark hair that crowded Sirius’ face, urgent and desperate, holding on like he would be taken away from him again at any moment. He wouldn’t let it happen. This was everything, Sirius was everything.

They were together again. Despite the odds, despite fate, they had somehow found their way back to one another. And Remus was not going to let go.

They broke apart, hands still holding one another close, gasping for the same air and looking at each other like they used to, back when all that mattered was their love.

“Was that like how you remember?”

“Yes,” Remus gasped, and he smiled genuinely for the first time in years, “Exactly how I remember.”

[aclassicslytherin]

Next Generation Of Sacred Twenty-Eight Families : Black Family

Lacetra Lynx Black and Serpentis “Serpens” Black are the twins of Ophiuchus Black and Hersilia Black (née Slughorn) and grandchildren of Regulus Black and Acelina Black (née Selwyn).

Roots : Regulus Black was dating with Acelina Selwyn in his Hogwarts years, a girl who was a witch from a wealthy pure-blood family and one of The Sacred Twenty-Eight families and couple was loving each other very much. This relationship continued when Regulus became a Death Eater. Acelina became pregnant shortly before Regulus decided to destroy Voldemort’s horcruxes and they are married without telling anyone. Regulus told everything he planned to do to Acelina before going to his own die. He convinced Acelina to go to summer villa of Black family in south of France because he knew very well that if the purpose is reached Voldemort would kill everyone he love. Acelina gone to France and gave birth their child shortly after her husband died. She named her child Ophiuchus. Ophiuchus grew up with her mother in silence outside of the wizarding world so he did not go to Hogwarts but her mother learned him everything she know and Ophichius became a really talented wizard like everyone in his family. When the second wizarding war was over and Voldemort was died Ophichius and Acelina decided to come out and they moved in UK. This emergence create a tremendous impression among British wizarding world. After a while Ophichius Black started to work to turn back his family name in its old spectacular days and he achieved when he take back 12 Grimmauld Place from Harry Potter (when he asked Harry for taking back the house Harry accepted without any objection because he and his family did not live there and also this house always remind the death of Sirius so there was not favourite place of Harry) and officially rebuilded The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. After this all rebuilding history ended he started to pay attention in his personal life and he met a beautiful girl with name Hersilia Slughorn. It was love at first sight in both and they got engaged in 2003. In 2004 they married with a big wedding ceremony. One year later Hersilia became pregnant and finally the twins came to the world, Lacerta Lynx Black and Serpentis “Serpens” Black.

Lacerta Lynx Black is in Slytherin in Albus Potter, Rose Grenger-Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy’s year. She is look like as cold as Snow Queen but actually she is very funny and caressing to her close friends. She is one of the most popular and the most beautiful girls of her era. She always know all the gossips around. She is a lady at most of the time with his noble look but ironically she is a party girl and like to became a little bit drunk and smoke cigarettes and also like to have her brother next of her when she doing all this things and smoke together. A little bit tired from people who think she is egoist and gossiping about her. Also tired from losers who want to become friends with her only for being famous among Hogwarts students. Sometimes she is in “bitchy” mood but most of the time she is a good girl. Some people gave to her the nickname “The Queen” but she is prefer to not saying this. She is like to wearing stylish clothes. She’s opinion about Pure-blood supremacy is a bit complicated. She is not believing that Muggle-borns or Half-bloods are unworthy of being allowed to practise magic so she have many friends who are not Pure-blood but still believe that she need to marrying with a Pure-blood wizard and carry on her blood purity. The reason of this claim for Lacerta is not arise because she wanting her children to be Pure-bloods too but arise because she wanting to carry on a family tradition. She is look like a more beautiful version of her great aunt Bellatrix Lestrange (née Black) because she is a tall girl with long,thick shiny dark hair,heavily-lidded dark eyes with long eyelashes and very strong jaw but her skin ton is a little bit lighter and her lips are thicker than her aunt. She have something attractant in her appearance. She and her brother became animagi in their 5th year at Hogwarts with a really hard work of 2 years. Her animagus form is a lynx with a lizard figure in her forhead.

Serpentis “Serpens” Black is in Slytherin in Albus Potter, Rose Granger-Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy’s year. He is noble,strong and a little bit difficult to get along but when he loves someone he loves very much. He is protecting everyone he loves but especially his sister who is loves so much. He is so funny when he is with his friend and he is kind of licentious in his relationships because he have an very attractive look so many girls are fell in love with him. He is believe that clothing is a form of self-expression and also believe that classy boys are more attractive than swaggy boys so you can see him with suits at most of the time. His sister is his best friend and they have same interests generally. His opinion for purity of blood is the same with his sister so he have many Half-blood and Muggle-born friends but he never think a serious relationship or marrying with a witch who is not Pure-blood. He is a classic Black with his great good look. He is tall and thin with black hair and dark eyes which sometimes turn to light brown. He is an animagus and his animagus form is a black snake with some little light brown parts.

Ps: I realised that I posted the original one as a foto post so I can’t edit the article as I want to but also there is already 82 likes there and its a lot for me (swh) so I didn’t wanted to delete it neither and this is why I’m posting it again )

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Your First Kiss With Philip Would Include...

Requested by anon: “I saw that luckily you do imagines also for Sirius the Jaeger! I read the request for Mikhail and liked it so, since there's like no content about Phillip, can i ask what a first kiss with him will include?”

A/N: I’m aging up Philip to 18 years old, hope you don’t mind.

It was surprising to you when Dorothea told you that he’s pretty vocal around everyone else.

Actually, Philip’s behaviour was much different around you, he’d be a little awkward and reserved, it made you a little upset, did he have a problem with you or something?

You grew up pretty close to Dorothea until you lost all contact for a loooong while, you crossed paths and decided to join forces.

Meeting everyone and getting along with everyone.

Except Philip of course, he was a tough bean. 

Because they were Dorothea’s friends, you really wanted to get along with everyone, but you never managed, you just thought that was his character.

So it made you a little depressed when you found out he’s pretty lively normally. 

You didn’t want to put more effort into being friends with him since clearly he wanted nothing to do with you so you just let it be and accepted that the way you were wasn’t something he wanted anything to do with so fine.

Yuliy noticed and casually slipped it into a conversation between the both of them, leaving Philip blabbering over his own words and cheeks flushed.

Philip decided he should apologise, so he went to you when the moment was right, i.e. when Yuliy not-so-discreetly shoved him into you and left you alone. 

You started off as a clean slate, and it was going great, although you grew feelings for him slowly but surely, even though you didn’t want to.

You didn’t know he returned the feelings, however, until Dorothea teased him, saying that you were nearly in a death situation when you got attacked by a vampire.

It wasn’t true, obviously but the whole group could tell you fancied each other and watching Philip squirming wasn’t something any of them would miss. 

He went R U N N I N G to find the both of you -- who went into town to buy some groceries.

Whilst Dorothea’s story seemed a little unreal given that you were both in town, it wasn’t completely untrue.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)!!!” you heard someone calling out behind you as Yuliy walked into a bakery.

“Huh?” you frowned as you recognised the blond head racing straight towards you, “what’s-”

He did that.

I.e. cupping both your cheeks in his palms and slamming his lips into yours, kissing you desperately.

Your mind went black, you froze into place, in shock and surprised.

When he pulled away, he hugged you tightly.

“Don’t scare me like that again, I’m sorry it had to come to this for me to tell you, but, from now on I’ll be honest and never leave your side -- if you’re okay with that.” 

His voice was slightly muffled by how buried it was in your neck but it was crystal clear to you, which ironically only confused you more.

“What?” 

Philip pulled away to get a good look at you.

“What do you mean ‘don’t scare me like that again’?”

“Dorothea told me you nearly died because of a vampire!” It was his turn to frown now.

“I never was, Yuliy took care of it before I even understood what was going on.” clearly, you were eyeing him suspiciously and his heart nearly dropped out of his stomach, face read and he let go of you.

“O-ooh, I’msosorryIdidn’tmeantodothat,forgetiteverhappenedIwasn’tthinkingstraightokay?I’msorry!”

He was blabbering in embarrassment and your heart was waltzing with joy, a huge grin on your face as he avoided eye contact.

“I’ll uh, just go,” he murmured, turning around after he calmed down.

Gripping his jacket to stop him in his tracks.

When he glanced back at you, he had a desperate look in his eyes, not something he wanted you to see, on the contrary, he was trying to hide it.

He wasn’t significantly taller than you but you gazed up at him, slowly walking up to him and placing your lips back against his.

Philip didn’t hesitate to slide an arm around your waist to pull you closer, his other hand gently grasping your chin to savour the kiss fully.

“Um, did I miss something?” Yuliy’s voice interrupted the both of you.

The pair of you never had such quick reflexes than in that very moment.

You pulled away in the blink of an eye.

“What?” you gulped, glancing at Philip as he stared at the ground with burning cheeks, red ears and scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. 

“I’ll just go, I trust you can get (Y/N) home safety hm?” he had a polite, oblivious tone but Philip could tell he was sending him an amused smile.

The both of you watched him leave until he turned around a corner, before acknowledging each other’s presence again.

Slowly, he redirected his attention back to you.

“Do you wanna get something to eat? I know a place…” he trailed off.

A smile found its way onto your face as you nodded.

“That sounds nice,” it sounded so soft to his ears and he looked up at you in shock, surprised you even agreed to this despite what happened moments ago, he didn’t have a response to that.

Seeing the blank look on his face, you chuckled, intertwining your fingers with his and tugging on his arm.

“The place?” you tilted your head to the side.

“R-right,” he blushed, squeezing your hand and guiding you towards it.

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⧼   saoirse ronan, cis female, she/her   /   kitchen fork by jack conte + & once you were the wildfire, eager to devour, leaping from branch to bush, but then the rainstorm came and now, now you are the cold, abandoned hearth, empty flames snapping at those who get to close, afraid they’ll realise what isn’t there, & the click of the door as it shuts behind you is the only greeting you receive as you wonder how anyone ever knows what to call “home”, & as you sit in your old patchwork armchair, perpetually cold fingers clutched too tightly around a slightly chipped mug of tea you can’t help but think maybe only you are the answer to the question you have been asking your whole life – where do I belong?   ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that HEATHER PETTIGREW? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY THREE year old half blood WITCH is a SLYTHERIN alumnus who has gone on to be a PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR AND PART-TIME FLOURISH AND BLOTTS ASSISTANT. i’ve heard they can be quite INGENIOUS & PUNCTILIOUS, but i don’t know… they came off very CALLOUS & MERCURIAL in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?

 [ PERSONALITY ]

heather is not a very open person. she tends to keep to herself and hold everyone at an arms length

to anyone who knew her at hogwarts - this is a complete switch around from how she acted back then. she used to be loud and in your face, refusing to be ignored

if heather has retained one trait from her childhood it is her penchant for unintentional cruelty. her distancing can come off as cold and her social self-defense mechanism tends to aim at hurting others before they can hurt her

speaking of a social self-defense system, heather, despite outward appearances, has a tendency to snap without warning when under emotional duress or when others try to get closer than she wants them too. a proximity alarm if you will

but if you manage to make it past this, you will find heather is actually very clingy and a very loyal friend (almost gryffindor-ish)

she loves puzzles and solving problems (hence, private investigator) and strives to become extremely successful at her investigation job but people do tend to think twice before hiring her (being a pettigrew and ex-death eater and all)

books! reading is one of her favourite pastimes and that has nothing to do with the sense of relief escaping into a fictional world brings

the friend you can sit in companionable silence with but also the friend who will talk to you for hours about an obscure concept she stumbled across and also the friend who will whisper slightly mean jokes in your ear so you laugh and get all the weird looks while she escapes unscathed

doesn’t buy into the blood purity bullshit and if she’s being honest with herself, she never did

crippling fear of abandonment / never finding a place to “belong”

tl;dr: not coping with what happened during the war

[ THE LOVERS ]

The year was 1996 and Peter Pettigrew was a traitor, a cheat and a liar. In the midst of the first wizarding world war, he had betrayed his friends and switched sides. He would eventually go on to be the catalyst for the death of countless friends of his, the orphaning of a child and the rebirth of the dark lord, however, in the moment such misdeeds were merely shadows of the future. Right now in fact, Peter was simply at a bar. A muggle bar. Talking to a muggle girl. And her name was Angela Coates.

And such is the story of how Heather’s parents met. It was never a relationship, per say, more of a friends-with-benefits, minus the “friends” part. For Peter, this was a break from the wizarding world and its war, and it posed no risk of awkward questions concerning allegiance. For Angela, it was a way to blow off some steam. No strings and certainly no commitments. That is, until January of 1997 and Angela found herself knocking on Peter’s door with, sick to her stomach with nerves. The door opened and after a relatively quick argument, it shut again. Peter had made it clear – he didn’t want a child and he refused to play any part in the baby’s life. Angela was all of 20 years old, single and pregnant.

[ THE EMPRESS ] 

TW – MENTIONS OF DRUGS, AND ALLUDES TO NEGLECT

On the 27th of October of that very year, Heather Debbie Pettigrew was born. Heather because Angela had read the name in a magazine and like the sound of it, Debbie after the lead singer of Blondie, Angela’s favourite band and Pettigrew because Angela thought in some odd way this was making Heather a part of Peter’s life, something he clearly didn’t want. A revenge move that only ever served to hurt Heather, but Angela was not to know this.

Circumstances aside, Angela was not cut out to be a mother. She was the quintessential twenty-year-old, living life hard and fast and Heather was an unexpected speed bump that didn’t do much to slow her down. As soon as Heather was old enough, she was sent off to daycare, while her mother worked full-time to put money in the bank and the pockets of local drug dealers. Angela wasn’t entirely incompetent. She knew to keep most of her illicit activities hidden from her child (as far as Angela knew, Heather had no idea – Heather would tell you otherwise). The longest time Heather would spend with her mother was while sat on the couch watching television, her mother out cold beside her. Desperate for the attention of others, Heather was by no means a well-behaved child. This, combined with the assortment of strange incidents and accidents that Heather seemed to get herself into that had no plausible explanation was too much for Angela. When Heather was eight years old, Angela realised she couldn’t keep living the life she was living and care for Heather. And so Heather was dropped on the steps of a foster home, with a note that gave a few details about her and she never saw Angela again.

TW OVER

[ THE MAGICIAN ]

By the time Heather joined her first foster family, she had long since accepted that Mummy didn’t want her and, despite what she had said – she wasn’t coming back. The adults had told her that she didn’t need to lash out all the time and that she should try sit quite, behave properly, but none of them understood. When she said she didn’t know how Emilia’s doll had ended up in pieces, she meant she hadn’t even touched it! Heather tried to fit in with these people, she really did, but this was a muggle family fostering a magical child. After a particular incident involving a broken window and a trip to the hospital (magic was, ironically, not involved in this), the family decided that Heather just wasn’t for them. Feeling left behind once more, Heather was quickly matched with another couple eager to foster. But the branch had already been burnt and she was not to be reaching out to these people any time soon. A welcome reprieve soon came in the form of a lady wearing robes and a pointy hat knocking on the door of the couple’s flat in Birmingham. The explanation for previously unexplainable scenarios calmed the couple considerably and Heather felt a small flame of hope spark in her chest. A magical world? It all made sense now. Of course, she didn’t belong here, she was a witch.

Heather’s first step into Diagon Alley will forever hold a place in her most cherished memories. The sounds, the sights, the smells – everything felt right. She was whisked through the usual first year trip around stores, buying robes and cauldrons and books and a wand! Hogwarts couldn’t come quick enough. And the sorting ceremony? It all sounded fascinating. Personally, Heather was hoping for Ravenclaw, but she knew not to have any solid expectations.

Which was lucky, for although the hat certainly considered the blue and the bronze, in the end it decided that silver and green would suit Miss Heather more. A choice that Heather would later come to question. For in Slytherin house Heather came face to face with her first taste of blood purity. And she didn’t like it one bit. Who were these older students, to question her “blood status”? And how was she to know? Determined to uncover any knowledge of her family, Heather poured over the student records in the library until – there. Peter Pettigrew, graduated 1978. It fit! Heather was more than a little relieved. At least one magical parent. She had been worried she would be one of those, what did that older boy call them? Oh yes, mudbloods.

But the discovery of her father’s name opened another can of worms – where was he? Ever the independent child, Heather was determined to find out on her own. And she did, stumbling upon an old article in the Daily Prophet. He was dead. Murdered. By his own best friend. She truly had no proper family left ( her mother stopped counting long ago). Hogwarts, while a chance to be in the world she belonged to, did not help build a strong relationship with her foster family. Heather rarely saw them, choosing to spend her days in summer exploring wizarding London or, when she was older, spending the nights with the muggle teenagers who partied too loudly down the street. Home was simply a stop-over. She belonged at Hogwarts now.

In her second year, Sirius Black, notorious mass murderer and the man who killed her father escaped from Azkaban. Heather was terrified. And angry. But mostly terrified. She hated that man, hated seeing his stupid face in the Daily Prophet, hated hearing his awful name whispered in the halls. How dare he rip the only family member who would have loved her away from her, how dare he rob her of the chance of a proper home? For surely, if her father had survived that horrific attack, he would have raised her, her would have taken her in. Instead, she was left alone and Black now roamed free, free after escaping Azkaban and free after slipping through the ministry’s fingers once more.

And the very next year, Cedric died. It was the first of many darker stains on Heather’s memories of Hogwarts. Despite what the Ministry said, what everyone seemed to say, she could sense a tense current winding its way through the halls of her school. Voldemort or not, something dark had returned from that graveyard.

[ THE EMPEROR ] 

Heather was 16 years old when she discovered her father was in fact, alive. Standing in the Slytherin common room at the start of her fifth year, the murmured conversation of two older students reaching her ears. Heather was 16 years old when she discovered her father was alive and he was a Death Eater. The force of such a revelation left Heather reeling. She couldn’t pay attention in class, she couldn’t finish her meals, she couldn’t sleep. He had been alive this entire time. Did he not wan- no. No of course he would have wanted her he, he just must not have known! Yes, he was unaware of Heathers existence and it would be up to her to go to him. Heather grabbed all her doubts and questions about her father’s secret (lie?) and shoved into a deep, dark corner of her mind where she could hopefully ignore them. She had a purpose now. She needed to see her father. And to do that – she would join the Death Eaters. The stories Heather spun to convince herself were many and varied. This was a chance to belong to something bigger than just Hogwarts, she needed to pick the right side in this war anyway, this would keep her safe. But above all – this would make her father proud. Never mind the bitter weight in her chest that burned with something suspiciously like guilt, never mind the whisper-quite voice in the back of her mind that pleaded with her to do better, be better. This was the right choice. (Spoiler: it wasn’t).

[ THE TOWER ]

Heather was 17 when she killed a muggle. She was 17, shaking hands barely holding onto her wand at her side as her body went cold along with the one on the floor in front of her. It wasn’t meant to end like this, it had been a simple enough task, capture a muggle for the Dark Lord, something she could, she should have been able to undertake on her winter break. But then he had a knife and objects were being thrown and...and now someone was dead. The mark flared to life, the burning a welcome reprieve from the numbness that had spread from her hand, across her whole body. She was to meet the Dark Lord himself.

Heather was 17 when she first saw her father. The Dark Lord was speaking, addressing those before him but Heather heard none of it.  All she could see was that thing, all but crouched at the feet of the man in front of him. He was a starving dog begging for scraps. And he never even looked at her. Not when she entered the room, not when Voldemort started to speak and not when she was called by her name. The world Heather had painstakingly built in her mind, each brick filled with another lie to get her out of bed in the morning, was crashing down around her head. Peter Pettigrew didn’t want her.

Heather was left with nought but the rubble of her life and the mark chaining her to all she hated splashed across her arm. She drifted through her sixth year, hoping and praying for the first time in her life to be left alone. And then came the Battle of Hogwarts.

Watching your school turn into a battleground, watching your peers lie dead in the hallways, watching children fighting for their lives – Heather didn’t feel like a child anymore. She felt like a soldier, reluctantly shoved into a fight she didn’t start. But it was amongst the chaos and the death that Heather could finally attempt at what her conscience had been screaming for her to do. Disguised by rubble and school robes, Heather fired spell after spell at the very Death Eaters she could have been standing beside. And then Voldemort lost.

[ THE PRESENT ]

The war and everything leading up to it doused the fire that used to roar in Heather’s chest. She was pardoned, for fighting for the “right side”, (and no one ever knew about the muggle) but it doesn’t feel like it. Some days it feels like she is hated more for her last name than the dark mark on her arm, especially after the truth about Sirius Black came to light. She feels torn in two - on one hand it feels like a worthy punishment for her misdeeds, on the other - she just wants to live her life and she can assure you no one hates Peter Pettigrew more than she does. But Heather is tired of fighting. So she simply does whatever job someone will hire a PI with two social strikes against their name for and she works part-time shifts at Flourish and Blotts and when she comes home to an apartment emptier and colder than her bones feel, she does. not. cry. 

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HSWW Asst 11, Thaumatology Task 3 - Write about someone having an accident.

Camp Hogwarts, [Song] Hold You Down by X Ambassadors

IPC #943 - [Title] What Time Doesn’t Heal

365 #5 - Ache

 Warnings: character death, funeral, graphic injuries

 o . o . o

  When there’s no one to hold you, I will still hold you down

I will still hold you down

- Hold You Down, X Ambassadors

 There were five people between Lily and James. His father was to James’ left, then James, Sirius, two stuffy relatives that she couldn’t for the life of her remember, Remus, and then Lily. She could have stood before Remus, but he had offered to go first so she would attract less attention, and honestly Lily was okay with it because whatever second uncle was standing next to Remus smelled  incredibly musty. Except she wasn’t okay with it because there were five people between her and James and all she wanted was to hold his hand. She snuck a glance over at him, and felt her heart shatter a little bit more. He was staring straight ahead with glassy eyes, adamantly refusing to look at the ornate coffin in front of him. Lily understood. If he didn’t look at it, it wasn’t there. If he couldn’t see her body, maybe his mom was still alive. Damn, if only she could hug him right now.

 Remus elbowed her gently, a subtle reminder to face front again. It was hard to remember all these stupid rules. Especially since she had only met Euphemia twice, so she wasn’t really all that sad. Well she was, it was awful losing such a tremendous public figure, but mostly she was sad because James was going through hell and there was nothing she could do about it. Lily peeked over again, and she could practically feel Remus roll his eyes.  Great job, Lily  , she internally reprimanded, channeling Remus as best she could,  I’m sure none of the billion photographers have gotten a picture of you craning your neck to stare at the bloody Prince of England at his mother’s funeral. That definitely won’t be plastered across tabloid covers in a week. She sighed and tried to refocus her attention on the service that was taking place around her.

 It might be easier if the stupid Abbey weren’t eight hundred degrees inside. Not to mention if her heels weren’t pinching her toes. People just shouldn’t be allowed to die during the summer, it was far too uncomfortable. Lily mentally slapped herself for that. She had no business thinking about physical comfort right now.  Grief, Lily, grief, that’s what you should be feeling right now. Nothing else . She looked at the Queen’s face, waxy and preserved. So much must have gone into making her look right for her burial, because Lily had been there, and the woman certainly hadn’t died peacefully in her sleep.

o . o . o

  Lily and James had excused themselves, leaving the private Royal car of the train, ostensibly to go find some food, but really they were looking for some privacy, ironically enough. It was just that it was only the second time Lily was meeting his family, and they were only 19, so who could blame them if they wanted a little bit of alone time? Euphemia was more than a little bit heavy handed with her hinting as well. When his mother said she was getting peckish, James had hastily offered to go get something to eat for them, needing a brief moment of reprieve. And then he had wisely claimed to need Lily’s help carrying everything back, and they had both departed the little compartment with their hands clasped. Which is precisely how they had ended up in an empty compartment two cars down, the privacy shades pulled all the way down as their hands groped to find skin and they pressed desperate kisses against lips and noses and jaws. Lily thought she might actually spontaneously combust from longing when a loud metal creak tore through the air and she fell crashing to the floor of the train. 

  She barely had time to comprehend that the train was tipping on its side before she was sliding to the wall, James scrabbling for purchase beside her. An awful metallic shriek was rending the air as the train continued to surge forward, its outer wall scraping along the tracks. The lights blinked off as the train lost all power, and slowly, the train ground to a halt.

  “Are you okay?” James asked her, struggling to get on his hands and knees in the sideways compartment.

  “I think so,” Lily answered. Later, she would feel the sharp ache of her broken wrist, but at that moment, she felt nothing. 

  James had a cut across his forehead where he must have banged it on the seat or something, and she was sure both of them would have more than a few bruises. 

  “We need to go find my mum,” he said, kicking the compartment door open and carefully dropping himself through it. He reached up to Lily, helping her as she wiggled her way through and dropped down next to him.

  Together, they quickly made their way back to the Royal Family’s car, careful not to step on the compartment windows, half of which were shattered anyway. James pried the door open, kneeling on it so Lily could pass. But there was nowhere for her to go, with no floor to step on and the door on the other side of the gap firmly shut. James swore, clearly not prepared for that outcome, and quickly took stock of the situation. 

  “Go up,” he grunted, nodding at the outer door, which had sprung open as part of the emergency protocol. 

  Lily nodded and grabbed onto the edge of the metal above her head, struggling to heave herself out. She kicked her feet as her stomach met the edge of the doorway, and she leaned forward so her chest was resting against the outside of the train car. Reaching up to try to grasp anything and finding one of the handholds for climbing aboard, Lily dragged herself out of the door, her muscles howling in protest as her belly scraped across the door. When she was finally out and stood atop the side of the train, she rolled her eyes slightly. Of course she’d gotten up on the wrong side. She leapt over the doorway, landing with a metallic clang on the other side, and then waited for James to join her. He managed to pull himself out in a smooth motion, seemingly with as much ease as vaulting out of a swimming pool, and if she wasn’t so bloody scared right now, she would probably hate him a little bit for how graceful it was. 

  He grabbed her hand and tugged her along, their footsteps echoing heavy and hollow on the metal siding, until they reached the joint between the next two cars. James peeked through the doorway and huffed when he found the inner door to the Royal car firmly shut. Looking up though, he saw a window broken in, and immediately made a beeline for it. They could hear muffled shouts from inside the car, and James lowered himself inside, worry written in creases along his forehead, leaving Lily for the first time as he rushed to his mother. Lily tried to follow him carefully, but the broken window left a jagged, stinging cut along her palm. She hissed at it slightly before turning her attention back to James and his mom. When she turned around to face the compartment where the Queen had been sitting, her heart broke.

  James was kneeling on the window next to the compartment door, held back by one of his bodyguards, grief and anger and disbelief battling for control of his features. Inside the compartment, Queen Euphemia was collapsed against the outer window, craggy glass shards littering the ground outside. The post of a track-side sign was sticking up through the broken window, piercing the Queen’s stomach. Blood dripped through the cracks in the glass and oozed slowly across her shirt, but it was the only movement anywhere on her body. No flutter of the eyelids, no twitch of the fingers. Not even the faintest rise and fall of her chests to indicate breath. She was just… still.

  “Mum,” James gasped, nearly hyperventilating. “Come on, Mum, please.”

  Lily crawled over to him, reaching out to cover his hand with her own but he jerked it away sharply. She understood. She wasn’t the one he wanted right now, she couldn’t comfort him the right way. These were the one shoes she would never be able to fill. Even so, James leaned into her shoulder, reaching out and squeezing her hand softly before pulling away again. Just enough to let her know that he wasn’t angry with her. She looked at him carefully, taking in the anguish and the way he just couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from his mother’s body.

  “I’m sorry, James,” she whispered, her heart sinking even further.

  His mother died and he hadn’t been there. Lily wasn’t sure James was ever going to forgive her for that.

 o . o . o

 The Garter King of Arms stepped forward, taking his place next to the Archbishop, and took a deep breath, projecting his voice throughout the Abbey for all to hear.

 “Thus it hath pleased Almighty God to take out of this transitory life unto His Divine Mercy the late Most High, Most Mighty and Most Excellent Princess Euphemia, Queen Consort by the Grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and of her other Realms and Territories Queen Consort, Lady of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, Lady of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Order of the Thistle, Lady of the Imperial Order of the Crown of India, Grand Master and Dame Grand Cross of the Royal Victorian Order upon whom has been conferred the Royal Victorian Chain, Dame Grand Cross of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire, Dame Grand Cross of the Most Venerable Order of the Hospital of St John. May God save the Queen.”

 “God save the Queen,” a chorus replied, sincere in their wishes for their beloved monarch, and many people bowed or knelt in a show of respect.

 The orchestra struck up a somber and melancholic version of the national anthem, and voices joined with the instruments. Lily peeked over at James as she sang, seeing the struggle on his face. She could tell he was desperately trying to hold back his tears and present the strong face that he had been counseled to display, but he was entirely overcome with grief. How could he not be a mess? To the country, the woman before them was a symbol, a figurehead, but to him she was so much more, and he grieved as any son would for his mother.

 As the music transitioned seamlessly to some instrumental piece and the Archbishop walked around the coffin to begin the parade out of the Abbey, James pressed the heel of his hand into his brow bone and took a deep breath that shuddered through his frame. He repeated the action again, searching for composure as he prepared to face the masses of people gathered outside, lining the route. James stepped forward, taking his place next to his father, right behind the coffin, as officers of the Royal Navy stepped forward, carrying the top of the coffin from where it had been sequestered out of sight, and laying it over the Queen’s body. They latched it securely shut, standing at attention. Two of the officers unfurled the Queen’s personal standard, carefully draping it over the coffin like a blanket. In unison, the six officers reached down and grasped the handles of the coffin, slowly moving forward, one marching step at a time. 

 James flashed a look at Lily as he and his father began to move forward, following the Queen’s coffin. He seemed to be searching for something in her face, some kind of strength or courage to keep going. She nodded to him, trying to encourage him and wordlessly reassure him that he could get through this. She would only be a few steps behind him.

 The parade route was a mile and a half long, taking them along Whitehall, passing the houses of government along the way, and then along The Mall, with St. James’ Park on their left, an imposing march through the Admiralty Arch with Buckingham Palace looming at the end. When they reached the end of their journey, the coffin was laid on a catafalque in the palace square, while the Royal Family, extended family members, and close friends made their way to the balcony.

 In the privacy of the Palace, they were free to break from their strict procession order, and Lily immediately sought James out. His shoulders sagged under the weight of his grief, and Lily thought he might collapse from the strain of the day. She laced her fingers with his and he squeezed her hand as if he could extract strength from her grasp.

 “It’s almost over,” he whispered, blinking quickly to contain the tears as they climbed the stairs together. It seemed like James was talking more to himself than to her, as if he was reminding himself to keep it together for just a little bit longer.

 “James,” the King said quietly, a gentle signal that it was time for their last public duty.

 James stepped out onto the balcony with his father, and Lily returned to Remus’ side, both of them taking their own places far off to the side. It was the final salute. The Royal Army began, conducting a spectacular gun salute in the courtyard. The Navy followed with a smaller display, their primary role as bearers of the coffin serving as their salute to the Queen instead. Finally, the Royal Air Force flew an array of jets over the palace, leaving streaks of red, white and blue, interspersed with a coal black. As the jetstreams faded in the sky, the Naval officers once again took up the coffin, this time conducting it into a waiting hearse. From there, the Queen would be driven to Windsor Castle and interred in St. George’s Chapel. The guests on the balcony watched as the car departed, each privately saying their final goodbyes to the beloved queen.

 As soon as the car was out of sight, James turned from the balcony, retreating to the privacy behind the palace walls, unable to take any more ceremony. His father followed a moment later, pausing only to wave farewell to his people, and then the rest of the guests on the balcony returned inside. The King patted his son’s shoulder sympathetically, before moving down the stairs, still intent on being a good host. They still had a lunch for the attending dignitaries and attending guests, but Lily knew that James needed a few minutes before he would be ready for that.

 She took his hand and pulled him off to the side of the room, and no sooner had they moved out of the path of the other guests than James collapsed in her arms. His head dropped to her shoulder as his hands wound around her waist in a tight hug. Lily had to stretch onto her toes so that she could reach around his neck to hug him in return, rubbing her fingers soothingly against his skin.

 “I’m sorry,” she whispered, feeling his tears wet on her dress, not that she cared in the slightest about the scrap of fabric. “I’m so sorry.”

 “Thank you for being here,” James murmured, as his breathing steadied and his tears slowed. He looked up at her and Lily reached up to wipe some of the tears from his cheeks with a soft brush of her thumbs over his skin. “There’ll probably be rumours after today, I -”

 “I don’t care,” Lily interrupted, fixing him with an intensely sincere look. “None of that matters at all, James. I just want to be here for you.”

 The corners of his mouth twitched in the closest thing she had seen to a smile in a week, and he pulled her into another hug. After a long moment, he pressed a quick kiss to her temple and pulled back, taking her hand and turning toward the now empty grand staircase.

 “Come on, everyone is probably waiting on me to start lunch.”

 Lily squeezed his hand and moved forward with him, glad that at least now she could stay by his side and be the comfort she knew he so desperately needed. 

[hufflly-puffs]

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Chapter 6: The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

I really wonder why the Order thinks Voldemort is after a weapon. Is it simply one of Dumbledore’s assumptions, that usually turn out to be right? Is it the information Snape gathered? Does Voldemort himself refer to the prophecy as a weapon, because he thinks it will help him find out how to kill Harry? The whole weapon theory is such a false lead and I wonder where it has its origin.

Fred and George tell Harry that the joke shop is a mail order service so far, and that they put an advertisement in the Daily Prophet, which their mother won’t see as she stopped reading the Prophet. But you would think others still read it, even members of the Order, to keep in touch with what they write, and might tell or ask Molly about it. It is not a very fool-proof plan.

So, let’s talk about Kreacher. It’s been said that he has lived alone in the house for ten years now, ever since Mrs Black died. The only remaining member of his family, Sirius, had been in prison, and so he took instead orders of the portrait of Mrs Black. Hermione is probably right in her assumption that Kreacher thinks they can’t hear what insults he mutters. They can’t set him free because he knows too much about the Order. And his loyalty is clearly to Mrs Black and not Sirius, so he probably would have no problems telling their secrets. (Dobby however never told anyone about the Malfoys’s secrets, and I think it is because part of him is still afraid of his old master.) Kreacher’s case is quite interesting because it is so unique. After Mrs Black’s death he legally belonged to Sirius, but obviously Sirius could not use him as long as he was prison and so Kreacher was forced to stay in Grimmauld Place, waiting for either Sirius’s return or his death. And all this time alone made him mad. Only Hermione and Dumbledore seem to pity him, though Hermione’s suggestion to set him free would be too risky for obvious reasons. Dumbledore tells Sirius to be kind to Kreacher, because he is aware of the power a house-elf has and how Kreacher’s hate for Sirius can backfire (which we see at the end of the book). To Sirius though Kreacher represents everything he hated about his former home and his family, and as he is the only one left he places all his hate on Kreacher.

“‘Is it true? Is it Harry Potter? Kreacher can see the scar, it must be true, that’s the boy who stopped the Dark Lord, Kreacher wonders how he did it –’” – Are house-elves political? Obviously they are not allowed to express their opinions but that doesn’t mean they don’t have ones. Dobby disagreed a great deal with his former master and even risked severe punishment in order to warn Harry. We know that Voldemort completely underestimates house-elves (and this will part of his down-fall), that he treats them as objects, and shows no real interest in them. Kreacher is loyal to his old masters, especially Mrs Black, who supported Voldemort and his ideology. But Kreacher, unknown to everyone, has his very own history with Voldemort. And in the end he will lead the house-elves of Hogwarts in the battle against Voldemort. So his question is probably genuine, as Voldemort is also responsible for the death of Regulus.

Harry knows Sirius for a little over a year but only now learns more about his family history because he never bothered before to ask. It is possible that Ron had at least heard about the Black family, as there aren’t many pureblood families left and it is always possible Hermione has read about them. His family and their reputation might also be the reason so many people likely believed Sirius to be a mass murderer (mostly Muggle victims on top of it), and even those who knew the full story about his assumingly betrayal of the Potters might have wondered if perhaps he had never been disloyal to his family in the first place. Harry of course immediately sees the similarities between him and Sirius; both forced to grow up in a family they hate, both found a new family through their best friends who took them in like their own. And Harry of course entertains the idea to live with Sirius again, because in his eyes everything is better than the Dursleys.

I always wonder about the relationship between Sirius and Regulus. Sirius calls him an idiot, but also says he was soft, and after his release of Azkaban Sirius had tried to find out more about his death. I do think that perhaps not everything was lost between them, that a part of Sirius did love Regulus and it hurt him to see what became of him. It always saddens me that Sirius never found out what Regulus did, that he played his part in defeating Voldemort.

“‘No, no, but believe me, they thought Voldemort had the right idea, they were all for the purification of the wizarding race, getting rid of Muggle-borns and having pure-bloods in charge. They weren’t alone, either, there were quite a few people, before Voldemort showed his true colours, who thought he had the right idea about things … they got cold feet when they saw what he was prepared to do to get power, though. But I bet my parents thought Regulus was a right little hero for joining up at first.’” – I don’t know if it was actually said in this book or only the movie adaption that you just can’t divide the world into Death Eaters and Others. Because they are still people who are racist, who believe in purity and have a great dislike for everyone slightly non-human, characters like Fudge or Umbridge, who are not Death Eaters, but dangerous in their own right. The Death Eaters are the most extremist group, ready to kill and torture for their ideology, but that doesn’t mean that a lot of other wizards won’t share their ideas to some degree.

“‘No, he was murdered by Voldemort. Or on Voldemort’s orders, more likely; I doubt Regulus was ever important enough to be killed by Voldemort in person. From what I found out after he died, he got in so far, then panicked about what he was being asked to do and tried to back out. Well, you don’t just hand in your resignation to Voldemort. It’s a lifetime of service or death.’” – Do you see the massive parallel between Regulus and Draco? Both joining the Death Eaters on their own, both terrified by what they have to do, though obviously Regulus in the end gave his life to redeem himself. I always wonder about Draco and how different things could have been, how he perhaps at some point could have changed sides, could have interacted with Sirius and/or Tonks, members of his family who choose a different path. I always hope that after the war he got in contact with his cool aunt Andromeda though.

“‘The pure-blood families are all interrelated,’ said Sirius. ‘If you’re only going to let your sons and daughters marry pure-bloods your choice is very limited; there are hardly any of us left.” – It is fair to assume that there is a great deal of incest between the Pureblood families. I think at some point it has been said that wizardkind would have died out if they hadn’t started to marry Muggles. Which is why the American Wizard Society, that has a law that forbids marriage between Muggles and Wizards, doesn’t make a lot of sense.

“[…] a heavy locket that none of them could open;[…]” – Well, I wonder what that could be? I did re-read book 1-6 before the release of book 7 and I really didn’t notice this, so respect if you did.

You know when Mrs Weasley says she had ironed Harry’s best clothes I assumed it to be something formal, but we learn the next chapter it is just a T-Shirt and jeans, probably still Dudley’s old clothes, because Harry can’t seem to bother to buy himself some decent clothes.

[fireeaglespirit]

@beyond-far-horizons​ as promised, a short summary on my Orion, he takes a lot after the mythology of the constellation but not completely as you’ll see... I’ve done some homework ^^

I’m writing a larger post for one reply to Vivi concerning this all and it involves much more characters so I summed it up here for yah:

There’s probably some new things here so I’ll try to be slow.

Basically, Orion is a legendary guy who originated an entire dynasty under his name, the Orionis. In the story we have two main characters with this surname: Lyra and Procyon the sibling dragon-slayers and their dad, the King Sirius. There’s also another character with this surname in prequel timeline, called Adhara, so you can see he is quite important as ancestral figure for all these people...

Basically my Orion is the archetypal heroic figure and a legendary human warrior. He was the first king and one of the founders of the kingdom of Novencia. He’s quite the dude!! 

So, this is my dude Orion (made on Azalea dolls):

I meant for him to look a bit like an older rugged version of Procyon, he’s more buffed and I kinda imagine him like early 2000′s long haired Hugh Jackman with gray eyes, lmao. The creator is limited but just imagine that.

This is his tale, more or less: 

“The legend tells that Orion was a common man born in Vraen’dur, yet he managed to led humanity to their uprise against their dragon lords.

Orion grew up as a Zunak (some sort of dragon servant) and witnessed the heart of Balauria from inside and vowed to protect humanity from the dragon’s cruelty, even if at the cost of his life. It is said that the goddess Astraea heard his prayers and saw his bravery, and she wept… observing from the skies she judged him worth and sent one of her own stars to aid him in his quest…  from the fallen star’s material several weapons were forged, powerful like no other and said to even surpass the avian mythical swords according to the lore of Novencia.

Orion managed to fulfill his dream and free his kin, even so, with all that power, he paid a great price to his deed. The legendary warrior died a few days after taking down Antares and namely founding the new city of Lindefal upon the ruins left from their battle. The great dragon managed to rip the hunter’s abdomen with the tip of his enormous tail before going down, like the iconic scorpion of the greek legends… despite the dragon’s size, the wound was minor, but it somehow festered as if he was poisoned and not the best healers of the time could intervene. Fate seeming claimed the hunter, ending the cycle..”

From an old post to Vivi. 

Note that the story completely erases any interference from other historical figures on Antares’ downfall, so its certainly not reliable… but Orion is nowadays seen as a savior among Novencia and his descent is widely respected and loved, not without a reason… but its not the complete story.

And this is Antares, the big bad red dragon. His arch-enemy:

First of all, I choose Antares name because he is a huge red dragon. 

Just to place you what exactly Novencia means, it was the first human kingdom founded after an uproar against evil dragons (the old empire called Balauria whose ruler was Antares, the eldest, most powerful dragon and asshole in charge). This uproar was historically attributed to Orion as he was a central figure in the war and he died tragically little after that so everyone remembers him as the savior of mankind, but actually tons of people fought in this including some avians and early draconians, such as Galatea (Eltanin’s younger sister) and even dragons such as Antares’ own siblings Polaris and Ishanur were fundamental to the red dragon’s downfall... anyway.

Orion is the spirit of mankind and their pride, no less, this is why people are so proud of him and they love his descent. Antares is the heart of the Scorpio constellation, which was faced by the hunter, Orion, this isn't very different in my story, because my Orion kills Antares but he dies afterwards from a wound in his chest caused by the dragon’s tail striking him slightly as he fell to his death... kinda ironic and scorpion-like, I did as a homage to the ancient tale.. so they kinda destroy each other.

The Scorpio kinda represents the monster defeated by mankind, also which is very interesting, as Antares wasn't originally a monster.

Its impossible to talk about Orion without talking of his arch enemy. I don’t know how much you know about this all, so just for refreshment: my dragon Antares is the elder brother of both Ishanur and Polaris, the black and white dragons respectively. 

To sum it up, Antares was magnificent and the most powerful dragon that probably ever existed, he challenged his predecessors with the intent of freeing himself and his siblings, however he eventually got addicted to POWAR and control and he left it corrupt it badly, he was overly proud and unbearable. He basically became which he swore to destroy, a tyrant, and the ancient kingdom they founded became hellish, so someone needed to take him down.

Anyway, random facts about Orion: 

Orion was born and raised in Vraen’dur (the old dragon city), I don’t have details but I imagine he was born among the Zunak (dragon servant family) and his father was serving directly under Antares himself so Orion must have had a closer look at the injustice of this system and he certainly had personal beef with the dragon Antares. The zunak are early ‘dragon priests’ but they didn't commune with the dragons power as Antares would never share it so they had just political advantage..

Orion’s lineage is called the Faelany, they could trace back to Astraea herself (the human turned goddess). Eltanin and Galatea belong to this too, they’re likely his cousins. All Faelany have black hair and gray eyes and ability to withstand colder climate easily, they also have the dreamblood (innate ability to access magic and use astral weapons (’weapons forged from stars’)), however this is not very important for now.. just linking this together to the draconian ancestors so you get an idea of the timeline, nowadays this name is mostly forgotten and everyone calls them the ‘Orionis’;

Orion’s legendary astral weapon was named Rigel. It even has the blue color of the real life star but I haven’t decided if it is really an arrow-like weapon as the mythology suggests (you can help me on that);

The astral weapons are thus human weapons unlike the solar/lunar weapons who are always meant for avians and draconians.. I always name them with names of stars belonging to constellations I align with my human people, such as Orion itself;

Rigel and most of his weapons were lost forever and they’re holy grails to the dragon slayers as it was told they have been forged from the heart of a fallen star, and so they’re regarded as one of the few things in existence able to kill or seal a true dragon… even if temporarily (they can be revived but it corrupts them). Dragons are known as creatures of the stars and only similar power can harm them properly;

Orion had a friend called Regulus, the founder of house Leonis and he was king after him. The meritocratic ruling system and laws of Novencia were established by Regulus, actually. One way or another, Orion was a cool guy and he wanted to free humanity from the shackles of slavery, there’s was never an intention to rule or anything but he still ended up as the most famous king ever even if technically he barely ruled at all, Regulus honored his memory afterwards; 

He was the one to give the final, decisive blow to Antares. I choose this for several lore reasons but he wasn't alone in that feat;

The Orionis dynastic name was not created by him or Regulus either, it was Adhara, his young kin who crowned herself after his name as Adhara Orionis, giving birth to the tradition of human houses naming themselves after the founders... p.s.: she is something else as she caused a lot of problems for early Novencia which would make Orion cringe, but that’s for another story.

I think this is it! This is all I know about him right now.. I’m writing a complex post on early Novencia so this will cover some of Orion’s story and how he rebelled against Antares and his friendship with Regulus, etc.. I love that guy, he is great!

[justbeth96]

Sirius/Snape

When it comes to Snape and Sirius there are so many different opinions and arguments whether your Pro Snape or like me a huge supporter of Sirius and because I’ve been torturing myself all day reading all the Pro Snape blogs I have to say something.

The biggest most reoccurring arguments I see is how Sirius tried to kill Snape when the were younger. I can understand that. His actions were wrong. Unjustified. Not only could he have killed Snape but he would have ruined one of his best friends life. I could say it was Snapes fault for being a nosy asshat trying to get Lupin expelled but in the end it was Sirius who was in the wrong in this case.

That being said, no matter how much I love Sirius I can see his faults. I see his mistakes and can admit he was far from perfect.

I love Sirius, out of all the deaths in the series I believe his was the most senseless. Lupin, Fred, Tonks, Colin, Cedric all close behind him. He’s in first because out of all of them he had the crappiest hand dealt to him.

All his life he felt like an outsider until he met James. Than for a few years he had a brother he could rely on. He had a family he believed he could trust and he found happiness.

Then the prophecy is told and the Potters find themselves in trouble. They go into hiding and James wants to make Sirius their secret keeper. But despite knowing he’d never give up his best friend he knows its too obvious and at the last moment changes places with Peter.

He would soon realize that was the biggest mistake of his life. Shortly after he he hears of the Potters deaths. He goes to the house to find his best friend dead along with his wife. Just imagine what must have gone through his head standing their with little Harry crying and crying while his parents died for him. The overwhelming guilt must have made him drop to his knees. He didn’t do this, but he very well might have. Hagrid arrives for Harry, and Sirius lets him take him giving him his motorbike saying he wouldn’t need it.

He goes after one of his other best friends, red rage all he can see. In a stunning turn of strength Wormtail get the better of him. Faking his death and framing Sirius for his death and those of the muggles around them.

Sirius spends 12 years in Askaban with nothing more than his anger and guilt. Everyone wants to talk about how bad Snape had it as a double agent for so long. That’s bull. For 12 years Snape had it good under Dumbledores protection as a teacher… now tell me who had it worse?

Then once he is finally free he gets a year. One year where he is locked up in his hated childhood home for most of it.

Now for his death. Ultimately it was Bellatrix who killed Sirius. But it was Snape who sent him to his death. Ironic isn’t it?

Sirius is criticised for his actions when they were teenagers yet no one wants to talk about how Snape did practically the same thing. Only he succeeded.

1. If Snape had put aside his hate for Harry, and actually tried to teach Harry how to block his mind, the dark lord wouldn’t have been able to trick him.

2. If Snape had just given Harry some sign that he understood him when he was caught by Umbridge, maybe Harry wouldn’t have rushed off to the Ministry.

3. If Snape hadn’t goaded Sirius into feeling so useless maybe he would have listened to Lupin and the others and stayed behind.

Snape could have saved Sirius. He wanted him dead. If it was up to Snape he would have died in book 3. So no I don’t see Snape as a great hero. Or the bravest man Harry knew.

[peterchildofiris]

Biography

Name: Peter Pettigrew

Birthday: February 24th, 1994

Gender/Pronouns: Nonbinary. More specifically, agender. Peter uses a mix of he/him and they/them pronouns.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Occupation: Cleaner. Were the magical community of Britain not at war, he might have set his sights a little higher (emphasis on the might). If Peter had a penny for all the times he’d told someone his profession then heard the words “but you’re not a squib”, he wouldn’t have to beg so many free pints off Sirius. There’s something about the word that deters people--perhaps because it’s easier and faster for those with magic to clean than it is for muggles. Doesn’t mean the job is easy. The messes are proportionately more complicated, in Peter’s experience. Owning house elves just isn’t as popular as it used to be, and many wix aren’t accustomed to cleaning up their own messes. Only ignorant people believe cleaning is a form of unskilled work. Take it from Peter, no one wants to sit on a toilet after a botched cleaning charm. Does he like his work? No, but if he clocks enough hours it pays the rent, and it leaves him enough time to make himself useful to both warring parties. He cleans at a variety of locations, including a weekend shift at an art college in central London, which Peter never misses, using the opportunity to fill his pockets with supplies. With a flakey goddess for a mother and a dad devoted to his work, now remarried with two young step-daughters, Peter never asks for help. If he needs something--if he stumbles upon a rare shade of paint and believes it will improve his life--he takes it. He has bigger mistakes to feel guilty about.

Powers: Peter possesses the power of photokinesis, meaning he can manipulate light to his will. He doesn’t rely on James and his cloak for invisibility; by bending light away from himself, he becomes invisible to the naked eye. He is also able to create illusions, making things appear where they are not. He doesn’t advertise his abilities--not like Sirius. He’s less occupied with helping others than helping himself, meaning the less people who know his true power, the better. There are advantages to being underestimated, and standing beside the likes of James Potter and Sirius Black, almost everyone estimates Peter.  

Past:

Peter had a gift and it was not to be stifled. He was the child of Iris, goddess of the rainbow, after all. Lesser men would be put off by such an association to femininity but not Peter’s father. Peter’s talents were nurtured, his fondness for art enthusiastically supported. Memories with his father are often set against the background of the V&A, the Saatchi Gallery, the Scottish National Gallery, and Royal Botanic Gardens. It was an interest they shared, his father being an architect. The homes he designed were modern, with suggestions of grandeur--nothing garish, nothing cheap--but most of all comfortable. Ironic, considering how little time the man spent in his own home compared to the office.

Growing up, while his father was at work, Peter spent his days playing assistant to his grandmother, whom he addressed using the Korean halmoni. Cooking was always Peter’s favourite, learning fruits and vegetables by their colours, how the pigment bled once the flesh was cut, and how the different colours swirled together on the chopping board, logging this information in his head for future illusions. As the child of Iris, it was thought unwise for Peter to attend a public school, thus he was homeschooled by a private tutor. His grandmother tried to teach Peter Korean, but he didn’t like how the language set him apart from the people around him, the sneers of “speak english”. He resisted her lessons. Then, shortly after his ninth birthday, she died.

Home became an empty apartment, the steady whir and ping of the microwave, and an extensive library of DVDs. This was before Netflix, before Peter discovered piracy. He devoured anything science fiction, favouring fantasy over realism. The further the narrative from his own experiences, the better. When the world felt small, he lost himself in infinite space through films such as Star Wars, Thor, Prometheus, and 2001: A Space Odyssey. If Peter is a filmophile, it’s only because circumstances required it. With his father working constantly, his mother on the other side of a rainbow, free-spirited and free from the burden of parenting, Peter was alone and bored.

At eleven, Peter was contemplating attending public school for the first time. Now that he was older, he could control his powers well enough to attend lessons with ordinary preteens. But he was afraid. And contemptuous. He wanted to be with people of his kind. What were the odds he’d find any children of gods at some piss-poor high school in the outskirts of London? Then a letter arrived inviting him to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Peter’s powers had masked his other magical abilities. It took Professor McGonagall a total of four attempts to explain to Peter that it wasn’t his mother that had given him this magic; that sometimes it passed to children of muggles for no reason at all. It was a mediocre answer to a question he would be ducking and diving for years to follow: why do you have magic?

Peter already had one foot out the door by the time September 1st drew near. There was nothing he wanted more than to leave home and start something new, embarking into the great unknown. He was sorted into Ravenclaw, and no one was more surprised than Peter when he learned the house was typically known for the intelligence and wisdom of its members. But the hat had recognised Peter’s creativity, and his individuality, having experienced a solitary childhood (though this was a quality Peter would later shed.) Lessons began, and Peter began to fear he’d be friendless for all seven years at the school. Then he fell into a trio of Gryffindors, Sirius Black, James Potter, and Remus Lupin.

Their friendship was instant for Peter, though calling people your friends and actually being friends are two different things, and the latter took somewhat longer. Peter came to see himself as the rock of the group, a role many credited to James. The thing about rocks is no one really pays attention to them or realises they’re there. They’re part of the scenery, and in their friendship group, so was Peter. For all his illusions, the colours and light he could conjure up, Peter was overlooked. Was it racism? If he was in the muggle world, he’d say probably, but racism worked differently in the world of magic. His blood then. Being muggleborn, his ignorance about the wizarding world made him look like a fool time and time again. Or maybe there was something about Peter himself, his personality--always saying the wrong things, not being athletic or clever or funny enough--that repelled people’s attention.

It shouldn’t have bothered Peter--and it didn’t, not until the Marauders left Hogwarts and people stopped treating him like one of the group, as if they expected him to drop off and slip away, out of their orbit. No one outside the Marauders asked what Peter planned to do after Hogwarts--it could hardly be as spectacular as James or Sirius’ plans, after all. When he joined the Order, people didn’t remark on his courage or self-sacrifice as they did with the others. In their eyes, Peter wasn’t being brave; he was just following along like he always did.

Peter wasn’t the wix he wanted to be, and he didn’t know how to be that person. It’s easier to change your friends than to change yourself. There’s no hiding from old friends. They know too much about who you used to be. Peter has found this to be useful, blinding the Marauders to who he has become. One death eater at a time, Peter has worked to redefine himself. No longer a cowering little thing always trailing after James, Sirius, and Remus, not that that was ever true; it isn’t following if the friendship is mutual. Perhaps it makes him a coward, concealing his betrayal with a false smile, lies, and illusions. Better a coward than dead--that’s the only smart choice. What use are you to anyone if you’re nothing but a rotting corpse?

His motives? Curiosity. Boredom. To prove that he could. To prove he could be clever too, infiltrate the Death Eaters and be their undoing. He tells himself it was all for a good cause. He had an in; he would use it, then betray the Death Eaters to his real friends in the Order. Only now he’s gone too far. He never wants James, Sirius and Remus to know what he’s done. They’d never want anything to do with him ever again. Strategy was never his strength. Illusions, deception: those were his strengths. But it was a mistake thinking he could ever outsmart the Death Eaters. The person he deceived most of all was himself. Now he’s in too deep. There are people he cares about on both sides. Peter is split in two, fractured. He is the wix who plays with light, but he can hardly see it for all the darkness in his life.

Present: 

If it wasn’t for his mother, Iris, Peter never would have stepped one foot into Death Eater meetings, unless it was for his public humiliation followed by a swift execution. There’s still time for that, of course, but so far having a godly parent has spared him, opening doors to the darker side of magical Britain. Peter’s mother might be a lesser goddess, but she’s a goddess all the same. Not human, but more, better, and by extension, so is Peter. Not everyone agrees, meaning Peter must watch his tongue should he desire to keep it, but for the most part being a child of a god makes up for the fact he hasn’t a single wix in his family line.

But Iris has appeared in Peter’s life even less than his father. It feels odd putting so much emphasis on his relation to a woman he barely knows, and it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. Another person who doesn’t see him. The years have made Peter a follower, but can anyone blame him? His own mother doesn’t want to spend time with him. Such an injury leaves its mark on a person. Peter gravitates toward people, the good and the deplorable, among them and yet always apart. He knows what it’s like to walk alone. He’s done it before. Left in silence, it’s hard to keep stuff out, all his fears and anxieties and regrets. So he seeks noise, anything to drown out the silence and give Peter a break from himself. But if Peter is a sheep, he’s a sheep with teeth. A follower that marches to the beat of his own quiet drum.

Parentage aside, Peter is useful. Disarm him of his wand and he can still hurt you, conjuring an illusion of the face of a lost loved one, or forcing his victims to watch as their limbs appear to be ripped from their bodies. It’s far tidier than actually doing the deed, and since the pain isn’t physical, it keeps their victims alert, shaken just the right amount that they talk. Peter doesn’t play the role of torturer often, only when other Death Eaters wish to test him. And when it’s done, it’s difficult for Peter to return to the life he shares with the Marauders and the Order. They all talk about courage and morals as if death could somehow be made meaningful if they hurl themselves at it with their cause in their hearts. But only alive can you change the world. There’s no action in death. It takes you out of the equation, no longer a player in the games of life and war. It’s what Peter fears most--not belonging, and not being included; having no impact on the world or his friends whatsoever--and he’ll do anything to avoid it coming to pass.

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fandom meme : hit me up !

I was tagged by @flintvane​ and am genuinely embarrassed that i didn’t see this before now omg i’m so sorry babe

I’m tagging @sherlock-and-other-things​ , @girlwhowasntthere​ , @deinonychus-1​ , @frodobagginsess​ , and @sherlokiofpigfarts​ ! and anyone else who would like to do this meme!!

putting it under the read more bc it’s hilariously long sO

1.  YOUR CURRENT OTP(S)/OT3(S)/OTX(S)

oh gosh i have a bunch so i’m going to try and limit myself but pythacarus ( always ), gwen / leon and gwaine / percival from merlin, foggy / matt from daredevil ( i don’t watch daredevil anymore but i just watched the defenders so they’re on my mind ), jane / michael from jane the virgin, tom / sybil from downton abbey will always be a fave, dean / seamus, lavender / parvati, harry / ginny, and remus / sirius from the harry potter series, and then caleb / ben and robert / abe from TURN are my final two

2.  A PAIRING YOU INITIALLY DIDN’T CONSIDER BUT SOMEONE CHANGED YOUR MIND (BONUS POINTS: WHO WAS THAT PERSON).

i’d never considered korinna / heptarian until @girlwhowasntthere​ mentioned them and now i actually really love the ship i’d never thought about it before

3. A PAIRING YOU USED TO LOVE, BUT IT ALL FELL APART FOR YOU.

oh god. um. you know i used to watch reign and i was a really big fan of mary and francis, whom i still love don’t get me wrong, but they took mary on a really uncomfortable plotline for me in i think the second season that was unnecessary and clearly purely for //drama// and i just couldn’t quite get over them doing that and what it did to the ship it just made me uncomfortable with them and with watching the show altogether

4.  HAVE YOU ADDED ANYTHING CRACKY/HILARIOUS TO YOUR FANDOM, IF SO, WHAT.

i don’t know if this counts but i did the emily watches atlantis series? i don’t know if that counts but i think they’re funny so i’m putting it on the list?

5.  WHAT’S THE LONGEST YOU’VE EVER BEEN IN A FANDOM

harry potter. i’m super proud to be a part of that fandom and i’ve been in it since the first book came out so that’s definitely the fandom i’ve been in the longest.

6.  DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR FIRST OTP, IF SO WHO WAS IN IT.

i’m trying to think and it might’ve been richard / kahlan from legend of the seeker ( the show, not the books, i never actually read the books oops ), though i’m not sure. 

7.  NAME A FANDOM YOU DIDN’T CARE/THINK ABOUT UNTIL YOU SAW IT ALL OVER TUMBLR.

copying @flintvane​ ‘s answer and saying black sails !

8.  SAY SOMETHING GENUINELY NICE ABOUT A CHARACTER WHO ISN’T ONE OF YOUR FAVES (CHARS YOU’RE NEUTRAL ON ARE FAIR GAME, AS ARE CHARS YOU DISLIKE)

oh god. there are a bunch i have things to say about and i can’t decide bUT i’m gonna go with petra from jane the virgin. i used to really hate her at the beginning of the series, i thought she was horrible and i just couldn’t stand her, but as the series has continued she’s really become this amazing and realistically flawed woman that i just want to see happy. i wouldn’t say she’s my fave, but i do want to see her happy. 

9.  NAME THREE THINGS YOU WISH YOU SAW MORE OR IN YOUR MAIN FANDOM (OR A FANDOM OF CHOICE)

i’m gonna say atlantis for this one sO

1. another season. i mean come on, guys. come on.

2. more pythacarus, we just got the one kiss ( which was amazing a+++ ) but that was pretty much it, i know they’re not the main focus of the show, but i do love them dearly and would’ve loved to have seen more

3. where the hell are the rest of the argonauts and why did jason not go back for them i need that reunion like. two years ago. pls.

10.  CHOOSE A SONG AT RANDOM, WHICH SHIP OR CHARACTER DOES IT REMIND YOU OF

i just put my itunes on shuffle and “oceans” by seafret was the first song to come on, and it reminds me of ariadne / jason

11.  A PAIRING YOU SHIP THAT YOU DON’T THINK ANYONE ELSE SHIPS

gwen / leon from merlin. i know merthur is the Big Ship of merlin, i don’t really see many other ships there except that one. but i think a lot about gwen being pretty much abandoned by everyone she loves / loved after arthur dies, since gwaine and arthur and elyan and morgana are all dead and merlin just decided to peace tf out, but the last shot we have of her is with leon and her being a queen on her own and bringing peace to albion, etc etc, and i just think. i mean. they said they were childhood friends somewhere back in i think season two, and they were really the two people besides gaius that knew arthur the longest, and i just think that after arthur died, they would’ve been each other’s main supports, and eventually, they could’ve ended up together. this is unnecessarily long but i just have a lot of feelings about them okay and i don’t know anyone else that ships them so they’re my ship for this wOO

12.  YOUR MOST SCANDALOUS HEADCANON FOR YOUR CURRENT OTP(S)/OT3(S)/OTX(S)

i don’t think i really have any scandalous headcanons?? i’m very boring with my ships haha sorry, all my headcanons are angst or fluff

13.  DO YOU HAVE ANY HARD AND FAST HEADCANONS THAT YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING, ABOUT ANYTHING AT ALL (GENDER IDENTITY, SEXUAL OR ROMANTIC ORIENTATION, EXTENDED FAMILY, SEXUAL PREFERENCES LIKE TOP/BOTTOM/SWITCH, RELATIONSHIP WITH POETRY, SERIOUSLY ANYTHING)

pretty much any poc harry potter hcs i will defend to the death, bisexual remus lupin, myka and hg wells in warehouse 13 dated at some point, bisexual harry potter, remus / tonks was unnecessary. i liked them and everything, but i didn’t really see the point of downgrading such an amazing woman like tonks to the Love Interest. she deserved better. even remus lupin knew that. danny in the defenders needs to say “i’m the immortal iron fist” less pls and thank. putting caleb and ben ( show: TURN ) with women ( that we never actually got to see ) at the end of the show was weird. bisexual musketeers. there aren’t enough lesbians in any shows m/m ships are easier to ship since there actually are some, but f/f ships are too rare and that’s a Problem. more women friendships, i’m super tired of the women being nasty to each other bc they like the same guy or whatever. peter pettigrew had a snape/lily -esque love for sirius, which is why he turned in the potters, so sirius would think remus was the secret keeper and have no one to turn to except peter. james potter grew up and evolved, pls don’t compare him to snape. neville longbottom is pure and must be protected. luna’s family can just be whimsical!! you don’t need a Dark and Edgy reason behind it, they can just be wonky and happy and weird!! every single nickname in the harry potter series is fckin hiLARIOUS. ginny weasley deserved better than she got in the movies, they did her a massive injustice. 

14.  5 FAVORITE CHARACTERS FROM 5 DIFFERENT FANDOMS

1. ariadne ( i adore pythagoras but i’m gonna go with ariadne bc reasons ), atlantis

2. constance, the musketeers

3. cosima, orphan black

4. ginny, harry potter series ( /quietly pushes movie!ginny into a corner book!ginny for life )

5. ben talmidge, TURN

15. 3 OTPS FROM 3 DIFFERENT FANDOMS

i’m gonna put ones that i didn’t put in the first question : 

1. nomi / amanita ( sense8 )

2. korinna / ariadne ( atlantis )

3. luna / ginny ( harry potter series )

16. 5 FAVORITE SHIPS

THESE ARE SUCH HARD QUESTIONS OH MY GOD i’m going to try and put ones i haven’t mentioned before all of my ships that i’ve mentioned are favorites though okay

1. captain james / molly ( our girl )

2. fleur / tonks ( harry potter )

3. hernando / lito ( sense8 )

4. athelstan / ragnar ( vikings )

5. sirius / peter ( harry potter )

17.  JUST RAMBLE ABOUT SOMETHING FAN-RELATED, GO GO GO (PROMPTS OPTIONAL BUT ENCOURAGED)

i came late into the atlantis fandom, so i didn’t get much of a chance to be there before the series was over, but i remember seeing it all over my dash before season two came out, it was like the day before the second season started, and i was like. i gotta check this series out. so i watched the first episode of the first season, and proceeded to marathon the entire first season so i could start the second season with you lovely people in the atlantis fandom, and honestly, i’ve never been part of a better, happier, drama-free fandom. i love it so much and i love all of you so much and this is slightly cheesy but i just think everyone in the fandom is amazing. 

other things. um. okay well this is sort of fan-related, but i’ve met the most amazing group of people through my group, @orderfromchaos-rp. it’s such a talented and fantastic group of incredible writers, and i just love all of them to pieces, i’ve never had such an amazing rp experience. 

i’m hardcore worried about johnny depp and jude law playing against each other in fbawtft. i’m not a fan of jude law for this role and i actively, adamantly hate johnny depp, so i’m honestly worried that’s going to ruin that ship for me. 

i’m super excited about being a part of all the fandoms i’m in, honestly, i don’t totally know what to do for this part of this meme so i’m just ranting but i’m seriously hoping i can be in a fandom that doesn’t have its show cancelled soon after i enter it, because being longterm fandom buddies with new material sounds amazing and i would love to be a part of something like that again, i’m not really active in many fandoms rn and i wanna change that, so hmu with any suggestions for things i should watch!!!!

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Harry Potter Tag Game

I was tagged by @phoenixfaelicis for this.

Your Hogwarts house?  Ravenclaw with a side of Slytherin... I do identify more with the Ravenclaws though ;) 

How did you first discover/became a fan of Harry Potter? I got the first books of the series for Christmas after I had turned 11 and that’s how I discovered Harry Potter.

Favorite Characters? Hermione, Ginny, Lupin. And lately Luna has come into those ranks a swell.  

How many times have you re-read and/or re-watched the series? Read the books twice (once in German, once in English), watched the movies so often I can’t remember a definite count...

Favorite/Least favorite HP book? It’s been a while but I love reading The Pilosopher’s Stone wherethe entire universe gets introduced. But Order of the Phoenix was tough to read... so much awful teenage whining and hormones xD 

Favorite/Least favorite HP movie? Deathly Hallows Part I is my favourite of the eight... I usually skip the Philosopher’s Stone though. 

Favorite Marauder? Can’t really decide between Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.

Favorite next gen character? I haven’t read/heard/seen The Cursed Child yet, so I can’t answer that.

Character you would bring back to life? Can I say Tom Riddle’s mother? Because it might be possible all of that shit would not have happened if she hadn’t died and left Tom in the care of his Muggle father. Otherwise... Fred Weasley, so the Weasley family can be a happy one again. Lupin and Tonks would probably be next in line... they deserve more time with one another (and their son!)

If you could place the Harry Potter characters in another fantasy world (book/movie/TV show) what would it be? I’d kinda like to see Albus Dumbledore trying to outmove everyone else in the Game for the Iron Throne of Westeros... Actual magic would be quite useful in that world, don’t you think? 

If you could place any character from another story (book/movie/TV show) into HP, who would it be? I’d love to see BBC Sherlock Holmes in that universe... he’d probably study he heck out of magic and its workings. Or get a new additction to Felix Felicis or something. Both are quite likely.

Favorite scene from the books? Uh, it’s been such a long time tbh.

Favorite scene from the movies? Don’t make me choose please. 

Thoughts on Cursed Child? Haven’t read/heard/seen it yet, so no thoughts from me. Sorry.

Thoughts on Fantastic Beasts? Yes. More of that please. Could we have the next movie out this year already?  I think it’s no secret that I have a crush on Newt Scamander and Tina Goldstein. Some (admittedly minor?) details may not exactly add up in the movie but that doesn’t stop me from enjoy the heck out of it.

Favorite fan made things to come from the series? (Like fan art, fan fiction, AVPM, etc.) All of the above? Which reminds me... I should probably go and watch AVPM again. 

One thing you wish hadn’t been left out of the movies? Harry’s snark... and while we’re at it: book!Ginny in general.

Do you have any favorite memories associated with the series? Not sure if it’s a favourite but it’s the only one coming to mind right now: My first ever visit to a cinema was to see the first Harry Potter movie back in 2001. 

I tag: @deviousdiggy, @kemara24, @shannsleeve​ (but feel free to ignore ^^)

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@triplea85 im usually not the kind to go around confronting people who disagree on my post but it is truly ironic to me how your comment was formulated so im going to go through your reply point by point

its actually pretty easy to hate him when you actually know more about him than the high points of the first three books when you say this not only are you somehow implying that i have not finished reading harry potter but are saying that since book 3 ron did nothing. so heres a list of things ron did from GoF to DH that it seems like you forgot when you typed this

invited both his best friends to the quiddtch world cup

helped him out as best as he could during the triwizard tournament

comforted him after cedric died

gave people space every time harry or someone close to him needed

did not push people to do something they didn't want; respected boundaries

completely understood and supported harry at the beginning of ootp both with his rage and with his trial

defended harry and confronted people who were against him in ootp

defended harry and confronted people who were against him in ootp

did not doubt about harrys story not even a second

stood by harry when most people were turning their backs at him and was sure to give him space when he needed

comforted harry when sirius died 

overcame his own insecurities

went on a deadly hunt with his best friend leaving everything behind even his family 

when kidnapped he was screaming and pleading to trade places with hermione so she wouldn't get hurt

i like ron but he's hella problematic, you say. may i ask how and when is he problematic ?? maybe a few times around the book, but what character wasn't ??. its like you expect the least from every character (even a villain) but when ron does a human fault, ron haters are quick to point it out. when it comes to certain  CANON problematic characters you gloss over these faults because its easier for you to glorify them while justifying their behaviours.

clap back when you've finished reading the whole series, you say. can i point out that this is the most ironic thing you stated, seeing as my blogs main theme is harry potter. i don't know what you expected... that my blogs about harry potter when I've only read three books? well then

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10 Hilarious Teen Wolf Memes Only True Fans Will Understand – Screen Rant

The hit MTV supernatural teen drama Teen Wolf may have concluded its run almost two years ago now in September of 2017, but the love for this show will seemingly never die. This surprisingly heartfelt and well written series had pretty much everything anyone would ever ask for in a supernatural horror series about a bunch of high school students, and although no one would have expected it when the show first began it seems safe to say that it will permanently rank up there with the top TV shows in the genre.

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People who are super fans of a certain TV show, book series, or film can demonstrate that fan love in a lot of different and creative ways. Some fans write fanfiction, some of them edit videos, some of them create graphics, and some of them make their favorite thing into a hilarious meme. So like the many TV shows that came before it, practically every moment in Teen Wolf has been made into a meme, and here are 10 of the funniest.

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10 The Most Special Boy

So I guess being possessed by the Nogitsune doesn’t count? It’s actually ironic that Stiles is the only member of the Teen Wolf squad who isn’t a supernatural creature (at least not permanently), because while he is obviously a complete goofball he also happens to be the person on Teen Wolf who seems to have the best grasp on how to actually handle supernatural situations. Scott McCall’s pack is unfortunately almost always behind the curve when it comes to figuring out what’s happening or how to handle it, but Stiles is usually the first to figure things out and always seems to be a little bit ahead of the pack.

9 Or We’re Just That Person

Okay, so sometimes the worst idea is really the worst idea, but sometimes the worst idea also winds up being the best idea, know what I’m saying? And there’s a reason why Stiles is one of the few human survivors in a supernatural world populated by beings with extraordinary knowledge and power.

RELATED: Teen Wolf: 10 Things You Never Knew About Allison Argent

If you can’t do something smart, do something stupid, and Stiles’ willingness to be a little off the wall has probably saved his behind as well as the behinds of Scott and the rest of the pack more times than any of them would like to admit.

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8 You’re Not You When You’re Hungry

Scott is really such a good mom sometimes, it’s not that hard to believe that he would constantly have snacks on hand to satisfy the needs of one of his many inept children. You’re not you when you’re hungry, and everyone knows that Stiles is 100% the type of person who completely loses his mind when he’s hungry, thirsty, or uncomfortable in any other way anyone can imagine. This method of coping with stress would probably lead to some awkward situations in Teen Wolf though, like just imagine if Derek was crying over his deceased family and someone just told him to cheer up and handed him a candy bar.

7 The Problem Child

Okay, so here’s a conspiracy theory for all of the Teen Wolf fans out there. Derek speculated that the Nogitsune may have possessed Stiles because Stiles is someone who low key wields a lot of power in the world. However there could have been another obvious upside to choosing Stiles, and that is that Stiles is pretty much screwing everything up on a constant basis anyway. The Nogitsune feeds on chaos, and Stiles creating chaos is not the kind of thing that would draw a lot of people’s attention unless he started killing people or burning buildings down or something.

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6 There’s No Stopping Bad Taste

Real talk, if someone doesn’t like Teen Wolf it’s because they haven’t seen Teen Wolf. It’s really easy to write the show off if you’re unfamiliar with it, because no one looks at MTV and thinks wow, I bet they’d have some really killer scripted supernatural dramas on air.

RELATED: 10 Things That Make No Sense In Teen Wolf

Plus there’s the obvious Michael J. Fox movie inspiration. Teen Wolf the movie is awesome, but it shares very little in common with the TV Teen Wolf. So if anyone ever says that Teen Wolf is lame and you see someone else in the room make this face, then you know they’re legitimate fans of the show.

5 You Can’t Keep Love Contained

When your friends say that you should stop talking about Teen Wolf, do you understand what that means? It means you need to find new friends. If you love something then you shouldn’t have to hide it or keep it inside, and if the people around you don’t understand your passion then you just need to find people who feel passionate about the same thing! Plus, pretty much anyone who ever watched Teen Wolf would understand that the twists and turns of this show are the kind of thing that you just have to talk about with someone else sometimes.

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4 It Wasn’t Supposed To Hurt This Much

Teen Wolf follows in the same kind of tradition as a show like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. You start the show off and think it’s going to be a kind of cutesy teen supernatural show with high schoolers trying to cope with normal teenage life in addition to some magical shenanigans. And you think well gee, these characters are adorable and this show is actually pretty well written and I’m surprisingly invested in everything that’s happening and then BOOM your heart has been ripped out of your chest and you feel like a part of you died with your fave character and you’re just wondering how that even happened in the first place.

3 Pick Your Poison

That’s it. That’s the show. Most people who watch a show like to imagine themselves existing in that show at some point, or they have a particular character that they can deeply relate to. But anyone who has watched Teen Wolf but hasn’t picked out their particular character avatar has memes like these to make the job easier.

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Each character has obviously been summed up in ten bullet points or less, and if anyone sees a bit of themselves in these lists of characteristics then they will finally know for certain if they’re a Styles Bilinski, a Lium Dumbar, or perhaps a Moolia Cake.

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2 Peak Athleticism

Surely some of the people reading this are the freaks of nature who actually manage to look fabulous while partaking in strenuous activity, however if you’re more of a Stiles than an Isaac then have no fear or shame. It’s completely normal to look awful when you feel awful or when you’re doing something awful, and make no mistake, running is unequivocally an awful activity. And on the plus side, even most people who look like a wreck after exercising will still look slightly better than Stiles does here, exhaustion is a normal look but Stiles looks like he just got nailed in the right eye with a ping pong ball or something.

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Poor, poor Derek Hale. Legend has it he smiled once. But that was presumably when he was like two years old and not yet capable of rational thought or human emotions. A Teen Wolf and Harry Potter crossover would certainly be a sight to behold, but if Derek existed in the world of Harry Potter then Sirius Black would not have been the first wrongly convicted crazy man to escape from Azkaban prison. The dementors love Azkaban because there is so much energy for them to feed off of, but at this point Derek is an empty vessel, every positive emotion has already been sucked out of him.

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