#madame pomfrey and remus lupin

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

obsessed with the idea of remus lupin and madame pompfrey. remus spending every moon with her and thinking she favours him because she sees him more than anyone else, because she spends so much time and effort researching about his condition, only to realize he's not special at all and making students feel better was what she was paid for .

[sennenrings]

after the full moon, circa 1976

do not repost my art.

[lolo-gay]

One random day in the Great Hall

Bellatrix : The Noble House of Black will always be on top !

Remus : *spits out his pumpkin juice and starts laughing uncontrollably*

Sirius : *blush furiously while trying to get Remus to shut up bc everyone is looking at them*

James : *trying for his deer life (and failing) to understand what's so funny*

Lily : *smirks* *just smirks*

Pomfrey : I KNEW IT ! MY BOY'S THE TOP ! HA ! I TOLD YOU MINERVA ! MY BOY'S THE DOM !

Minnie : *gives her 5 galleons while looking visibly frustrated and glaring at Sirius*

Remus : *laughs even harder if it's possible*

Regulus : *trying to forget the horrible traumatic images that are forming in his head and silently crying*

[moonlightkite]

Imagine if a patient tried to get violent or throw things at Madame Pomfrey while Remus was recovering in the infirmary.

That boy could be half dead or in a coma and still find the strength to crack open a can of whoop ass on anyone who dared to harm Poppy.

[redadidassneakers]

Madam Pomfrey: now, how would you rate your pain?

Remus: 0 stars

Madam Pomfrey:

Remus: would definitely not recommend

[moutainrusing]

pen pals

943 words, @wolfstarmicrofic

On the other side of town, there was a hospital, where children in need of long-term care spent their days and nights. On this side of town, there was a boarding school, where children in need of discipline spent their days and nights.

As an act of further discipline, the Headteacher, Professor McGonagall, had decided that the students of Diagon Academy should write a letter to a patient in Pomfrey’s Hospital, and forge a new friendship, become pen pals for life.

According to Sirius, she was delusional. But he still wrote a letter.

- - -

With his incredibly bony, stick-like, shaking fingers, Remus wrote a letter to someone in the rich, stuffy boarding school, who would apparently become his pen pal for life. (Unlikely.) Firstly, he was Remus. No one wanted to be his friend. Even if they weren’t in their right mind, he was a sick, frail loser, unable to do anything except stutter and sit in awkward silence.

Secondly, the people at Diagon Academy were judgemental snobs. Posh and pretentious and loaded. Why would he befriend that?

- - -

Minerva and Poppy sorted through the letters in companionable chatter, pairing a student with a patient in a match they hoped would lead to a long-lasting friendship.

Once the pairs had been made, the children could keep addressing letters to their pen pal; the school Prefects and hospital wardens would be able to deliver the letters by reading the name on the envelope, ensuring the children got the privacy they needed to open up to each other.

Minerva wanted the slightly troubled (okay, very troubled) students at her school to learn how to care for someone who didn’t live in their narrow-minded world, and Poppy wanted the minorly self-loathing (okay, very self-loathing) patients at her hospital to open up to the possibilities of the world around them. Together, the couple had come up with the idea of pen pals, and together, they wanted this to work so badly.

“I think we’ve found the perfect pair,” Minerva commented as she held Remus’s and Sirius’s letters side-by-side.

Poppy grinned. “I bet those two’ll end up more than friends.”

- - -

Dear pen pal (for life, apparently; I think the nurse may be barmy, but she’s well-intentioned and she’s my favourite and I want it to be known that I am doing this for her. So if I make an embarrassment of myself, it was for her. And I’ll never even get out of this hospital, so I don’t care if you think I’m weird.)

I’m supposed to write about myself. I’m fifteen. I’m a boy. I’ve been sick for as long as I can remember and I look like undercooked pastry. I like reading. There’s not a lot you can do in hospital. But you do get stickers. I’m actually fond of my sticker album. You get a sticker for every injection you take, and when I was younger, I used to get stickers for talking, because I was and am an anti-social freak. I’m really selling this.

Anyway, I’ve organised the pages of my sticker album because I have nothing better to do. There’s a page for leaves from deciduous trees, animals that specifically live in the savanna, fruits which are FRUITS and that includes tomatoes, and a lot of other fully sorted pages. This is my legacy. I might die any day but I still made this impact.

Look, if you’ve read this far, I’ll have to assume you’re as weird as I am.

Yours,

Remus Lupin

Sirius traced over the wobbly penmanship of his pen pal with a grin on his face. Remus was funny. And nice. Those seemed like such simple adjectives, but Sirius meant them to such an intense degree.

He got to writing back about how he was so much weirder than Remus. Although Remus must already know that from Sirius’s introductory letter.

- - -

Dear pen pal,

Minnie, our lovely Headteacher, and my future wife, even though she’s resistant to my charms at the moment (I don’t know why, I’m literally the hottest hunk of meat in this school I’m kidding sorry too soon) (also it may be because she’s gay and so am I) anyway, Minnie came up with the fanciful idea of pen pals. She really hopes this will mean something, and I don’t wanna let her down now, do I?

I mean, I also hope this means something because she has POISONED my brain with these delusional fantasies, and so has my best mate. James really believes this will benefit the country or something from the way he talks.

So, about myself. (It may seem I like talking about myself. I hate it. I’d rather show people who I am.) So, I’m not gonna talk about myself! I’m mysterious like that. Oh-so-interesting.

Like, yesterday, James and I put bouillon cubes into all the shower-heads and the boys ended up smelling like chicken broth (us included). It was fucking GROSS. And fucking awesome. Minnie immediately knew it was us though. My mystery works on everyone but her (another reason we’re soulmates, I should tell her).

LOTS OF LOVE

SIRIUS BLACK, EL AMOR DE TU VIDA

Remus actually snorted. He’d been worried, initially, to see ‘POISONED’ glaring at him in swirling cursive when he cast a cursory glance down the letter, but then he saw ‘THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE’ in Spanish, and found that Sirius was a hyperbolic little shit.

He proceeded to write a letter to tell him exactly that. Oh, and another prank idea, because why not? It wasn’t like he’d be suspected. Maybe he could help Sirius and James with an original idea that couldn’t possibly be pinned on them.

[that-bitch-kat3]

madam pomfrey: you were hurt pretty bad last night, do you remember anything?

remus: i remember the ambulance ride here

pomfrey: we are at hogwarts dear, there are no ambulances

remus: i could have sworn i heard a siren

peter: that would be james

remus:

pomfrey:

james:

james: well EXCUSE ME FOR BEING WORRIED-

[percyweasleyapologist]

Madame Pomfrey after a full moon: How would you rate your pain? 

Remus: 0/10. Would not recommend.

[aidens-ocean-galaxy]

the marauders era kids call madam pomfrey “pom pom”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 13 - Moon

@wolfstarmicrofic October 13, word count 250

Sirius had never tracked the moon before. He’d never seen the point. But over the last few months, he’d noticed something odd. Remus always seemed to be sick or visiting his sick mother when the moon was full. 

Remus had excused himself earlier, mumbling something about a stomach ache, and disappeared through the portrait hole. Sirius had waited until the rest of the castle was sleeping and, borrowing James’s cloak, snuck down to the silent hospital wing. 

He checked every bed and the private rooms at the back twice. Remus was not in the hospital wing. He ended up waiting the rest of the night, falling asleep on one of the visitor chairs in the corner, just in case Remus had gone for a wander. 

He was startled awake when Remus stumbled in, held up by Madam Pomfrey. He watched in horror as Madam Pomfrey bandaged the deep wounds spread across Remus’s body.

“Take your potion, dear,” Madam Pomfrey said gently as she patted Remus’s arm and drew the curtains around his bed. Sirius waited until the medi-witch was out of sight before he snuck behind the curtains. He stared at his sleeping friend. He looked exhausted like he’d been awake all night. 

It took him longer to put all the pieces together than he cared to admit. But even though he was almost completely certain that his sweet, quiet friend was a werewolf, he wasn’t scared at all. He was still Remus after all, but now somehow even cooler.  

[nikholascrow]

i like to imagine that Sirius offers to let Remus hold his hand if it hurts in the hospital wing while Pomfrey heals him and Remus who has an incredibly high pain tolerance from all his bones breaking themselves every full moon is totally fine but milking it so hard just to hold Sirius’ hand and Pomfrey is so very aware of Remus’ massive crush on Sirius that she doesn’t kick him out as much as James and Peter

[kathryn-maraudersversion]

Minnie: Black and Potter did what?

Madam Pomfrey: Well, I told them that they couldn't see Mr Lupin because he was still recovering from last night, and the only way they could see him is if they were injured.

Minnie: And?

Madam Pomfrey: So they punched each other in the face and told me they were injured.

Minnie:

Madam Pomfrey:

Dumbledore: Well, I must admire their dedication.

[incorrect-maraudersaandco-quotes]

Mary: Work is keeping Professor Mcgonagall and Madame Pomfrey apart. They just need to bone. Remus: Gross Mary. Those are our moms! Mary: Remus: I mean, that's not what I think. Professor Mom is just my teacher.

[goformoony]

i could talk about remus lupin forever so heres a rant/character study as writer..

Remus Lupin got bitten at the age of 4, before this him and his parents were an average family. nothing too exciting, nothing too romantic, one of those families you know settled and not in the good kinda way, but it is his family. he is an only child, hope wanted more children maybe to fill a void she was trying to cover up, but when Remus got bitten obviously that shook her wants. Lyall felt shame, he couldn’t depict exactly if it was shame for his son or for himself, he already kept the fact that he was a werewolf a secret and the fact that the guy who turned him now turned his almost 5 year old son. So a few months later he killed himself, leaving Hope alone with Remus, she tried to take care of her little boy, but it was always the bare minimum because she was just a muggle, Lyall didn’t really teach her about magic and she was scared. So she did what was best at 6 years old she gave Remus to Mcgonagall who in turn didn’t know what to do with him either, but Madame Pomfrey wanted him, and after a few days realized she too wanted him. So he now had 2 Mom’s and his Mother promised to write, but didn’t. He grew up in the magic world, with gentle, but firm parents who loved dearly. He knew nothing but love even though he wondered what happened to his Mother. At 11 he met James Potter, the overly outgoing kind boy that loved making friends and took in Remus. He didn’t know what to think, but like an extrovert adopting an introvert it just happened, which is where he meets Sirius Black. Who didn’t know what to think of him at first because of his somewhat shyness, and also being taller than him. But once Remus pointed out David Bowie in his muggle music they were just fine.

He showed the boys his favorite things magic mixed with muggle, Mcgonagall not letting him forget about the muggle world. Chocolate, his favorite music, posters in his room, he showed James muggle movies he’s never seen.

Until Remus realized he had feelings for who he considered his best friend even though he knew he wasn’t Sirius’s best friend. The slight touches while passing, the sitting a little too close while studying, the way Sirius would sneak into his bed so Remus could read to him and, James and Peter would find them slumped (again). James pretended like he didn’t know, but come on his parents are the most precious love story how could he not?

When the boys found out he was a werewolf they didn’t turn him away or even get scared like he remember’s Hope’s eyes being. If anything they were excited… and without him knowing learned the animagus spell turning themselves into animals to keep their remus safe. Sirius a black wolf, James a stag, and Peter a hamster. So even when he was his monstrous self he still had a home. but little did he know the cat he saw every once in a while was Mcgonagall to make sure her boy was safe. And no even though the spell was illegal she kept it a secret for the inseparable boys because Remus felt safety and that’s all she wanted for him. Remus always had a home.

[you-cant-be-sirius]

*In the infirmary after a full moon* Madam Pomfrey: Oh, Remus! You have a visitor! Remus: Please tell me it isn't Sirius... Madam Pomfrey: It's Sirius.

[loserboyfriendrjl]

james threw a chocolate frog at remus, who caught it rather wonkily with a bandaged arm.

“mary wishes you a speedy recovery,” sirius said, leaning on the two back legs of their chair next to remus’ bed. “i saw her earlier and she told me she heard you’re in the hospital wing,” he threw his hair over his shoulder, “again,” he continued, imitating her voice quite well, “so she told me to send her best wishes.”

“you ran into her again means you snogged before coming over?” peter added, and remus felt a twinge of compassion for him; he, and possibly only he, knew about the small sympathy his friends nursed for mary macdonald.

“we broke up a week ago, so no,” sirius shrugged, nonchalantly, “no snogging this time.”

“shit, i’m sorry, mate,” peter grimaced. “how come you didn’t tell us?”

“ah, actually, he told me,” james raised his eyebrows, “is that really a relevant subject, though?” he asked, leaning forward towards remus and taking a bite out of his butter-and-jam toast. “how about we talk about how ethereally magical moony looks in the light of the sun?”

“stop,” remus said, with a sheepish smile, finally peeling open the chocolate frog, who jumped right away from his bed. “goodbye, friend,” he let out a small laugh, then winced.

sirius grabbed it off the floor. “i doubt you want to eat it now,” he grinned, tossing it in the bin next to the nightstand right as madam pomfrey made her way towards the bed.

“do you reckon that’s enough visiting time for you?” she asked, setting another potion on remus’ nightstand. “i will ask you to drink that as soon as possible and quickly, for best effects.” she smiled at remus, tucking a curl behind his ear. “how are you feeling, remus?”

“better, thank you, madam pomfrey,” he answered, politely.

“alright. now, off, you three!” she ushered them.

james shook his head and cleared his throat. “well, you see, madam pomfrey,” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose in such a manner that remus had to stifle his laugh, “remus is our very good friend. therefore, and caused by that, we wish to spend as much time in his proximity as possible. and, being aware of the fact that you have a warm, kind soul, we know you will allow us to stay here as long as possible, knowing that we will not disturb your presence and or activity.” it appeared that james’ speech had already been prepared, and the woman laughed.

“fine,” she said, “but if i hear one squeak, you’re all before you can say “spell”. do you understand?”

all three of them nodded solemnly, and with one last, unimpressed glance, she went back to attending to other patients.

sirius rolled his eyes at her. remus tsked.

“stop that,” he said, carefully taking the steaming goblet off the nightstand, “she’s really nice.” he downed the goblet and gagged, then sputtered. “fuck me,” he moaned, “i don’t think i’ll ever be able to get used to it.”

“language, mister lupin!” james put his hands on his hips, in an imitation of one certain woman, and all three of them burst into laughter, continuing to talk about everything and nothing in particular.