#james potter is not harry's parent

[a-great-tragedy]

Based on what I know, I do not think Sirius and Regulus were even taught being gay was possible. I think Walburga/Orion refused to teach them it even exists. So I imagine them finding out like this:

Sirius: Yeah, if I was a girl I would probably date Remus to be honest. Such a shame it’s impossible for me to like him.

James: Impossible? What do you mean??

Sirius: Well you can only like people of the opposite gender.. right?

James: …No, you can like people of the same gender, that exists. It’s a thing.

Sirius: ( °ㅁ°)

Sirius: I must tell Reg

[maluceh]

the potters

[not-rab]

Harry, jumping out of Regulus’ closet: BOO!

Regulus:

Harry:

Regulus:

Harry: *makes a sad face*

Regulus: Ahh Merlin you scared me!!

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Sirius: did you get my assignment? Sorry it was late again

McGonagall: uh yeah, I looked it over nice work

Sirius: thanks mum

McGonagall:

Everyone in the class:

Sirius: why is everyone staring at me

James: you called Minnie mum

Remus: you said 'thanks mum'

Sirius: no I didn't. If anything I said thanks man

McGonagall: do you see me as a mother figure, Sirius?

Sirius: no! If anything I see you as a bother figure because you're always bothering me!

Marlene: hey! Show your mother some respect!

[causereyna-artie]

Idk why, but when I think of Sirius parenting Harry, all I see is Sirius and Harry getting really close and laughing together, and then toddler Harry calls Sirius, 'papa', and all of sudden Sirius is on his knees with pictures of James and Lily, begging Harry to remember.

[evyltalks]

Prompt : baby harry with jegulus + James playing guitar for Harry

This makes my heart melt

[theo-notts-doll]

regulus is a short little man but when he and sirius both stop growing he is a singular inch taller than sirius and they'll fight about it for the rest of their lives that is my truth

[battii-art]

When i think too hard abt them i cry

[yourgalgremlin]

Not the Black family trauma 🫠

[randommmthoughts]

When Harry was eleven years old and had just received his invitation to Hogwarts, James had sat him down when Regulus was away. About sex, thought Harry. He knew what it was, he didn't need a lecture about it.

But James began about something way more sirious. He told Harry that in some households, parents were different. That in some households, parents didn't love their children, but were cruel en demanding. That some parents didn't just send their children to their room when they did something wrong, but hurt them. Harry's father knew it was a heavy topic for such a young child, but it was very imporant.

James explained to him what was the best coure of action if he ever suspected someone he knew had troubles at home. How to recognise that. How to be there for them, not even seeking ways to fix it, but to primary just confort them. How that could be the difference for them.

Harry was filled with confusion after the talk and it wasn't until he got older and noticed that Regulus and Sirius never talked about their parents and both had similair looking scars. It was then that he realised how important that topic had been for his father, and how important his father had been for the Black brothers.

[wilmvandrr]

day 31: halloween ft james and lily ;)

happy samhain everyone!!

[ultravioletbrit]

“teeth/tooth” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 416 words

 

Harry walks into the living room where James and Regulus are sitting on the couch.

“DAAAAD! PAAAA!” Harry screams.

“We’re right here, Haz.” James says, rubbing his ear.

“The volume, he gets from you.” Regulus whispers so only James can hear, and James rolls his eyes.

“What’s going on?” James asks and reaches his arms out for Harry to come closer. Harry walks over and stands in front of them. “What’s wrong, bud?”

“This!” Harry says firmly and grins so wide it can’t even be considered a grin anymore and aggressively points to his teeth. James and Regulus share a look.

“Your teeth?” Regulus asks confused.

“Yes! This one!” He opens his mouth and points to one tooth. “It’s all wiggly.”

“Oh! You have a loose tooth!” James says excitedly. 

“Yes! And Ron said it’s going to fall out, but I think he’s nutters. That couldn’t happen.”

“Well, Haz, he’s right.” Regulus tells him cautiously.

“WHAT?!” Harry is screaming again.

“Harry, it’s okay. It’s normal for your teeth to fall out–” Regulus starts to explain.

“My teeth are going to fall out of my mouth! Parts of my head are going to fall off, and you think that’s normal?!” Harry interrupts.

“And the dramatics, he gets from you.” James whispers and Regulus and Harry look at him with identical glares. Regulus turns back to Harry and pulls him onto the couch.

“Yes, you’re going to lose your teeth, but it’s not a bad thing, it’s a good thing. Your baby teeth need to fall out to make room for your new teeth.” Regulus softly tries to explain again. 

“I’m not a baby.” Harry pouts.

“Exactly.” James tells him. “Those little guys have to go away so you can get bigger, grown-up teeth. Like these.” James gives him a wide smile.

Harry narrows his eyes and skeptically looks back and forth between Regulus and James.

“It’s really okay?” Harry asks in a smaller voice.

“We promise.” Regulus assures him.

“Fine. I guess it’s okay then.” Harry sighs. “Can I go play upstairs?” He asks.

“Of course, bud.” James tells him. Regulus and James both give Harry a kiss and he gets up to leave the room.

“I wonder when I’m going to lose my baby fingers.” They hear Harry whisper, looking at his hands as he’s walking up the stairs.

“I don’t think we explained that very well.” James’ eyes go a bit wide.

“Wait, Harry, hold on a second!” Regulus call after him and they both get up to follow Harry.

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic September 26 - prompt 26: Harry [word count 630]

“What’s wrong, Bambi?” Sirius asked across the breakfast table. “You haven’t said more than five words since you came back yesterday.”

“Are you alright, darling?” Remus added, pouring Harry a steaming cup of tea. “You haven’t even touched your mince pie.”

“And that’s rude, Moony has worked a whole day to get them just the way you like for your Christmas break,” Sirius nodded, shoving one in his mouth.

Remus sat down, looking at the fifteen-year old who was staring at his plate. Harry always came back from Hogwarts for Christmas and summer break with so many stories to tell, about his friends, about Quidditch, which Sirius listened to with wide eyes as if he hadn’t been there cheering him on at every match, about his teachers, which made it very hard for both Sirius and Remus not to bash Snape out loud every time their son told them about his awful behaviour. But this time Sirius was right, Harry had come back the previous day all closed-down and still hadn’t said anything. Remus took a mince pie from the plate. Whatever it was, Harry would tell them sooner or later, and if he didn’t they would have to gently coax it out of him and see why he hadn’t felt comfortable with sharing what had been weighing on his mind.

“I have to tell you something,” Harry blurted out suddenly.

Remus nodded, and Sirius put his coffee cup back on the table.

“We’re all ears, Bambi,” he said.

“I’m… I’m dating someone,” Harry was looking in his teacup.

“Oh Merlin, Moony,” Sirius clutched Remus’s hand while he wiped away invisible tears with the other. “They grow up so fast.”

“That’s wonderful, darling,” Remus smiled, patting his dramatic husband’s hand. “Boy, girl, someone who doesn’t use those old labels?”

“Boy,” Harry still wasn’t looking at them. “But there’s something else. He’s in Slytherin.”

“Harry, that really doesn’t matter,” Remus said, Sirius nodding by his side. “You almost got put in Slytherin yourself after all. And honestly if it weren’t for a thousand years of tradition the House division shouldn’t exist anymore.”

“Agreed, we’ve seen how they don’t reflect who you really are, we are well placed to know that,” Sirius added.

The framed photograph of Regulus in his Quidditch robes on the mantelpiece nodded vigorously along with the one of James and Lily baking cupcakes in their own kitchen, Lily heavily pregnant with Harry.

“It’s not the Slytherin part, it’s he’s… He’s…” Harry took a deep breath. “He’s Draco Malfoy.”

Sirius’s eyes went comically wide and his mouth hung open before he let his head fall heavily on the table. Harry finally looked up, staring confusedly at his godfather.

“Narcissa Black’s son, right?” Remus said, trying his best not to laugh.

“Yes…” Harry was still looking at Sirius.

“Why, Moony, why?” Sirius groaned from the table. “What have I done to deserve this?”

“Pads, stop it, you’re upsetting Bambi,” Remus nudged him. “Are you happy with him, Harry?”

“Yes,” Harry looked at him, his cheeks turning slightly red. “But is it alright? With his family being who they are I mean…”

“Once again, we’re well placed to know people aren’t their family, right my love?” Remus elbowed Sirius this time and he finally sat up again.

“Of course we are, it’s not that, Bambi. I’m happy you’re happy with whoever you’re dating, remember that?”

“Then what’s wrong?” Harry looked at him, confused.

“Well, you’re exactly like your father in this too,” Sirius smiled.

As Harry stared at them even more confused, Remus and Sirius looked up at the mantelpiece, where Regulus’s photograph was very blatantly blushing while James’s photograph was winking exaggeratedly to him from his own frame, Lily laughing so much she had had to lean on the counter.

[themanfromeire]

Wolfstar's!Child - Mama Raised a Little Bitch

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

Reader's gender and Hogwarts house is unspecified

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were her chosen doe. 

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

But your head remained firmly above water.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[stargazingtranquility]

Mamas boy this and daddys girl that. The marauders era kids have a favorite Potter parent and it’s like this.

Effie’s children: Sirius, Peter, Marlene, Evan, Pandora, Lily

Monty’s children: Regulus, Remus, Barty, Dorcas, Mary

James is the exception because he fucking loves his parents and is happy to share them with his broken home friends.