#mundungus fletcher

[chwduplemon]

“Is anyone going to bother telling me what the Order of the Phoenix— ?”

↳ The Order of the Phoenix: Dumbledore’s #dream team

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

do you have heretical thoughts on mudugnus fletcher? i never understood the point of his character.

I do have heretical thoughts about pointless characters.

Name Me a Character Who Has a Fucking Purpose in Harry Potter

Singling out Mundungus is kind of weird when we have equally pointless (yet sometimes treated as extremely important) characters who have either negligible influence on the plot or could have been replaced easily by someone else.

What's the point of Fred and George? In the story they only act as a) funny b) Deus ex Machina on several notable occasions c) Weasley brothers d) a tragic death we can all cry about (where it doesn't even fucking matter which one kicked it.)

Take a look at Charlie, he's even worse, we barely see him to the point where his personality is... earring? Or Bill for that matter, yes he gets to marry Fleur and get mauled by werewolf and work in Gringotts but... does he have any personality?

Does Ginny have any point besides "hot validation girlfriend" for Harry? (I'm not saying that wouldn't be nice, I'm asking if she was written in such a way that she does, because we see her in book two having to be rescued and then... she sort of shows up in book six for a few chapters to be Harry's girlfriend only to be broken up with immediately).

Honestly, I could even point to Ron and Hermione. Do they ever grow as people? Do they, in and of themselves, ever have a large influence on the greater plot or are they there to be Harry's cheerleaders or the friend he's mad at today? Is Ron just "funny friend" and Hermione "smart friend"?

It's just, I agree there's no point to Mundungus, but that's pretty much every fucking character even some of the main ones.

(Is the purpose of Tonks just to be "cool girl" then die tragically off screen after having given birth to godson for Harry?)

That Said...

All of the above isn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it's actually quite good in some ways. People love the diverse cast of HP characters and all the zany people we meet along the way even if we only see them for two seconds.

If HP was a video game, I'd give JKR an A+ for side quests and funny NPCs who tell us all about their weird life stories while doing crazy things.

It's one of the things people really like about HP as a series.

But, that does mean pointing out Mundungus is pointless is kind of silly.

"So is everyone."

Thoughts on Mundungus

My spicy thoughts are "whoa, Harry, did you really have to strangle the guy out of nowhere like that?" and "... Huh, we just... never touched on that strangling incident again, did we? We really just let that simmer, didn't even question it, but I guess it's no worse than we let the Cruciatus Curse simmer/having absolutely no comment on that incident, so... in character."

Otherwise, Mundungus does seem to have an alcohol problem, he definitely has a pilfering problem and is known as such, he seems to be in the Order much for the reason a lot of people are in the Order, to round out their numbers for... purposes...

Even if that's a bit ridiculous when they ask him to do things he actually doesn't want to do (see him getting dragged into the Battle of Seven Potters and Moody ending up dead because of it).

As much as this isn't a "guess the author's intent" blog, I think JKR intended for him to be the scapegoat, of sorts, she needed shit to go wrong with the Order now and then (Harry getting attacked by Dementors in Little Whinging and no one noticing, Moody dying, the locket being sold off, etc.) and rather than spread the love among Order members we're supposed to like/think are incredibly competent, it all piles onto Mundungus.

[sleepy-sham]

today I bring you: harry potter/marauders memes ((Big Post #3)). tomorrow? who knows

I have no idea why the quality on the last one is so bad every time I try to redo it it still saves all blurry:(((((

more HP memes

[adekalyn]

*Order Headquarters on fire*

Sirius: Alright we’re trapped, every man for himself!

Frank Longbottom: Get out of my way! Get out of my way!

Snape: Have you ever seen a burn victim?

Remus: *climbing through the ceiling attempting to escape*

James, his head sticking out a window: HELP! HELP!

Mundungus: *Breaking into the kitchen and stuffing food into his pockets*

[haunting-hufflepuffs-basement]

GUYS HELP!

I have been lightly dropping nuggets of marauders fandom (and just general fandom) culture to my family, as a way to process my findings. Like I said in a previous post, fandom participation is largely an anthropology endeavor for me, and being able to explain the culture to outsiders is important for that. This is extra funny because my family is very Christian, and like. . .we're all kind of prudes. Like, we don't really care what other people do as long as it's not in front of us, but that does mean AO3 has some WILD stuff that we never would have THOUGHT to imagine on our own.

Anyway, I explained to my mother that due to the wild popularity of Crimson Rivers, one of the most popular romantic pairings amongst the Marauders fans is James Potter/Regulus Black or, as I said "Harry Potter's dead dad and Harry Potter's dead godfather's dead emo brother." I expressed my pleased bafflement that a complete crackship had become a fandom staple, and showed her the sheer AMOUNT of fics for it on AO3.

You wanna know her response!?!?!

"Mmmmm. That's weak. We can get crazier than that. I wanna see Severus Snape/Mundungus Fletcher."

MY MOTHER. . .WHO DOES NOT READ FANFICTION. WANTS. A. CRACKSHIP FIC.

You wanna know the best part? THERE AREN'T ANY ON AO3! I LOOKED!

Now. I'm sure that somebody has done this SOMEWHERE. So if somebody knows of one, send me a link. But otherwise. . .CALLING ALL BORED WRITERS!

Also, you know what else she said?

"Ooh ooh, what about Newt Scamander/Willy Wonka, but the Timothy Chalemet version! That would be cute! I actually really want to read that"

RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY HOMOPHOBIC BROTHER!

SOMEONE NEEDS TO WRITE THIS FREAKING CROSSOVER NOW! But not me because my sorry aroace hide is trash at writing romance. Like, I think I might be okay when it's f/f, but I don't think I'd enjoy writing an mlm romance fic. So, again:

CALLING ALL BORED WRITERS! I HAVE CRACKSHIPS FOR YOU!

[pandaanarchy]

HP Roleplay | Devon Bostick as young!Mundungus "Dung" Fletcher

— I'm not a thief! You foul little... git! I'm a buyer and purveyor of valuable and wondrous objects.

[destielblamscilesinfinity]

Reading the Harry Potter series again, fuck JK Rowling. Her nasty views and actions won't stop me from enjoying them. Mundungus Fletcher is such a bad influence on young witches and wizards but I love him anyway.

And despite Rupert Grint being the perfect Ron, I think I'm gonna watch the Max series when it comes out. Just to see if they get in more of the story. Like Peeves, Firenze, Mundungus, Dobby being a house elf at Hogwarts, Winky, (although they shouldn't do Spew if it truly is a metaphor for any kind of civil rights movements) etc. Ahhh, Aberforth, Arianna, show us Dumbledore's family. If they did already I apologize, only saw the last two movies once and it's been since they came out.

Of course, it won't be as gay as the books make it out to be. *cough* Drarry, *cough* Wolfstar....

[braveclementine]

Chapter 1

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (Please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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"𝕻𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊, 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 begging you." I said desperately, Uncle Moody and I the only people in the small room at the Burrow. He didn't listen to me, continuing to repack the sacks that he would be taking to Harry's house tonight.

The night that my uncle would die.

"Kane, enough." Uncle Moody said gruffly, making sure that the pairs of clothes and glasses were all there. "I'll be fine."

"What part of, 'Voldemort kills you in the air while you're on a broomstick and you fall to your death' don't you understand?" I asked bitingly. "And why won't you let me tell the others? They should know that you're going to let yourself be killed!"

Mad-eye finally stopped, glaring at me with both eyes, before allowing his magical one to rotate around the house. Once he had confirmed that no one was listening in, he said, "Kane, this future of yours that plays out. It relies on them having no idea Death Eaters are in the sky. You won't be there, and I'll be the only one on alert. Or are you doubting my skill?"

"Of course not!" I protested as he started duplicating Hedwig's cage with stuffed snowy owls inside of it. "And make that seven, not six!"

Uncle Moody sighed but duplicated another cage so that there were seven instead of the original six that I had seen before, "And why did I do that?"

"Because Harry's owl Hedwig also dies tonight!" I snapped angrily, trying to get him to see it. "But Trang and I are going to take the owl to safety separately. And you are going to send someone else in your place!"

"And if I send someone else in my place than that person will die, and the others will wonder why I did so." Uncle Moody growled. "I love you, Elizabeth, but I will not back down from this fight."

A baby crying interrupted the air, and I closed my eyes, knowing I had to go and get my son. Uncle Moody clapped my shoulder, squeezing tightly, before stomping out of the room. Taking a deep breath so I didn't cry, I headed from the room.

Taking the staircase, I found that Trang already had Remus on her hip, trying to shush him softly. She looked up when the door opened and handed him off to me easily. "He just woke up."

"Thanks." I said softly, looking out the window. Bill and Dad were talking out in the garden, everyone getting ready for the last preparations. "You ready?"

"Sure." Trang nodded solemnly. Out of everyone else who was in the Order, only Trang and Uncle Moody knew what was happening tonight. Trang, because she kept all my secrets with her life. And Uncle Moody because I was trying to change his future.

"Are you?" She countered.

"He won't listen to me." I whispered softly, rocking back and forth. Remus had quieted down and was falling asleep again, but I didn't want to put him down. "He's repeating what Cedric told me. What Sirius told me. He knows the future, he'll be fine. I know he won't. But what can I do?"

Trang nodded, sitting down on the bed. "What you've done every other time Elizabeth. Pray."

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𝕴𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞 only a few seconds to run out his backdoor, Hermione wrapping her arms under him first as we arrived at his house. The skies seemed clear enough for the arrival at the very least, but I knew it was just a ruse and my stomach was turning in my stomach.

"Change of plan." Uncle Moody grunted suddenly, "Let's get undercover before we talk you through it."

Harry pulled me into a side hug as I stepped into the kitchen and then Trang. I took refuge at the kitchen table, sitting on the edge of it with Trang coming to stand next to me.

Ron, Hermione, Bill, Fred, George, Mr. Weasley, Uncle Moody, Tonks, Dad, Fleur, Kingsley, Hagrid, and Mundungus all managed to fit into the small kitchen of the Dursley household.

"Kingsley, I thought you were looking after the Muggle Prime Minister?" Harry asked.

"He can get along without me for one night. You're more important." Kingsley answered in that slow, deep voice of his that I loved.

"Harry, guess what?" Tonks asked, perched on top of the washing machine. I smiled as she flaunted her hot pink rhinestone ring.

"You got married?" Harry asked.

"I'm sorry you couldn't be there, Harry, it was very quiet." Dad apologized sincerely.

"That's brilliant, congrat-"

"All right, all right, we'll have time for a cozy catch-up later!" Uncle Moody barked and I flinched. "As Dedalus probably told you, we had to abandon Plan A. Pius Thicknesse has gone over, which gives us a big problem. He's made it an imprisonable offense to connect this house to the Floo Network, place a Portkey here, or Apparate in or out. All done in the name of your protection, to prevent You-Know-Who getting in at you. Absolutely pointless, seeing as your mother's charm does that already. What he's really done is to stop you getting out of here safely."

Personally, I thought it was stupid. Why didn't Uncle Moody and Harry just walk a quarter of a mile to the public library or something and apparate from there?

"Second problem: You're underage, which means you've still got the Trace on you."

I zoned out after that. I had seen this conversation beforehand, and I thought it was stupid. I was more focused now on the route I would be taking with Trang.

"No!" Harry said loudly enough to jar me from my thoughts. "No way!"

"I told them you'd take it like this." Hermione said complacently.

"If you think I'm going to let six people risk their lives-!"

"-because its the first time for all of us." Ron said sarcastically.

"This is different, pretending to be me-"

"Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry. Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever." Fred said in a horrified whisper. Trang and I giggled.

"You can't do it if I don't cooperate, you need me to give you some hair."

"Well, that's the plan scuppered." George rolled his eyes. "Obviously there's no chance of all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate."

"Yeah, fourteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance," Fred said while I whispered, "Get him Trang! Sic!"

Trang giggled behind her hand and Harry glared, "Funny, really amusing."

"If it has to come to force, then it will." Uncle Moody growled dramatically. "Everyone here's overage, Potter, and they're all prepared to take the risk."

"Elizabeth's not." Harry said immediately, pointing at me like everyone didn't know who I was. "Our birthdays are on the same day."

"Trang and I aren't part of your rescue mission." I said in a bored voice. "We have a side job that has nothing to do with you guys. Real top-secret stuff."

Fred chuckled.

"Let's have no more arguments. Time's wearing on. I want a few of your hairs, boy, now." Uncle Moody growled.

"But this is mad, there's no need-"

"No need! With Voldemort out there and half the Ministry on his side? Potter, if we're lucky he'll have swallowed the fake bait and he'll be planning to ambush you on the thirtieth, but he'd be mad not to have a Death Eater or two keeping an eye out, it's what I'd do. They might not be able to get at you or this house while your mother's charm holds, but it's about to break and they know the rough position of the place. Our only chance is to use decoys. Even Voldemort can't split himself into seven."

Trang suddenly had a coughing fit and Dad handed her a glass of water which she took and ducked away with. I heard her start sniggering in the bathroom after that and it took everything in my power not to laugh as well. God, we were so immature during serious conversations.

"Good." Uncle Moody said and I watched the brown turn to gold. I nearly snorted.

"Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry." Hermione squealed in delight, setting Trang off again in laughter. "Oh, you know what I mean- Goyle's potion looked like bogies." Hermione tacked on defensively as Ron gave her a strange look.

"Right then, fake Potters line up over here, please." Uncle Moody said.

I was frustrated that Moody had still taken Mundungus, when Mundungus was clearly the whole reason that Uncle Moody died. But I supposed there wasn't really anyone else to take his place. Most of the other people pretending to be Harry were all of the kids anyways. I supposed Trang could've, but I needed her.

"We're one short." Dad said, as Mundungus never joined Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Fleur in the line.

"Here." Hagrid said, lifting Mundungus up with what felt like three fingers and plopping him down next to Fleur.

"I've toldjer, I'd sooner be a protector." Mundungus complained.

"Shut it. As I've already told you, you spineless worm, any Death Eater we run into will be aiming to capture Potter, not kill him. Dumbledore always said Voldemort would want to finish Potter in person. It'll be the protectors who have got the most to worry about, the Death Eaters'll want to kill them."

My stomach turned. While knowing right now that it should only be Uncle Moody who would potentially die- besides Hedwig- I didn't know if anything would change. After all, it was clear to everyone that Uncle Moody and I had some sort of tension between the two of us. And it was probably strange that we wanted to take Hedwig on a separate journey.

I wondered if it would change anything. If I had to worry about Dad or Tonks or Kingsley. If I had to worry about George losing more than an ear. Or worry about Fred now instead of in the future at the Battle of Hogwarts.

I took a deep breath, once again trying to find where we were in the conversation. I noticed the others were all taking the drinks now.

It was disconcerting, watching.

Fred and George turned to each other and said, "Wow- We're identical!"

I was eased once again as I laughed.

"I dunno, though, I think I'm still better-looking." Fred said.

As the others got ready, I tugged at Harry's arm. "Where's Hedwig? Trang and I need her."

Harry went ahead and got her, and I nodded, "Uncle Moody has a stuffed one for you. What I want you to do is act like you really have Hedwig. Whatever you would do if it was truly Hedwig in the cage, do it."

Harry looked a little nervous, but I knew I had to tell him. If he didn't duck for the cage because he figured it was just a stuffed animal, he would be hit by a killing spell.

"Good." Uncle Moody said, once everything was set and ready to go. "The pairs will be as follows: Mundungus will be traveling with me, by broom-"

"Why'm I with you?"

"Because you're the one that needs watching." Uncle Moody growled while I felt my stomach sink once again. Uncle Moody didn't even look at me as he continued, "Arthur and Fred-"

"I'm George." The Harry that Uncle Moody was pointing at said, "Can't you even tell us apart when we're Harry?"

I covered my mouth with my hand as Uncle Moody sighed, "Sorry, George-"

"I'm only yanking your wand. I'm Fred really-"

"Enough messing around! The other one- George or Fred or whoever you are- you're with Remus. Miss Delacour-"

"I'm taking Fleur on a thestral. She's not that fond of brooms." Bill said. Trang might've cracked a rib from how hard she was laughing at the sappy face Fleur- as Harry- made at Bill.

"Miss Granger with Kingsley, again by thestral-"

"Which leaves you and me, Ron!" Tonks said excitedly.

"An' you're with me, Harry. That all righ'? We'll be on the bike, brooms an' thestrals can't take me weight, see. Not a lot o' room on the seat with me on it, though, so you'll be in the sidecar."

"That's great." Harry lied.

"We think the Death Eaters will expect you to be on a broom." Uncle Moody informed the dispassionate Harry, "Snape's had plenty of time to tell them everything about you he's never mentioned before, so if we do run into any Death Eaters, we're betting they'll choose one of the Potters who look at home on a broomstick. All right then. I make it three minutes until we're supposed to leave. No point locking the back door, it won't keep the Death Eaters out when they come looking. . . come on. . "

Uncle Moody waited as everyone filed out of the kitchen. Dad gave Trang and I a smile as he exited until it was just Trang and me.

Uncle Moody looked at me as tears started to pile up in my eyes. "Kane. . . just remember. I'm forewarned. But I can't sit this one out. Too much is at stake for that boy. And I know you'd die for him just the same as I."

"I know." I whispered.

Uncle Moody stomped over, and I hugged him. I knew it would be the last time. He would go out the way that he wanted to go out.

Uncle Moody then clapped Trang on the shoulder, "You're a good kid. Both of you."

Then he stomped out of the kitchen and Trang, and I sat in silence, watching the rest of them take off into the sky.

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[carewyncromwell]

"We've got the right to choose, and There ain't no way we'll lose it! This is our life...this is our song! We'll fight the powers that be -- just Don't pick on our destiny, 'cause You don't know us -- you don't belong!"

~"We're Not Gonna Take It" by Twisted Sister

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Albus Dumbledore reached out to many old associates while trying to recruit members for the Order of the Phoenix. After all, however powerful of a wizard he was, he was wise enough to know he wouldn't be able to face off against Voldemort and all of his Death Eaters alone. There were people who could see and hear things he couldn't -- who were part of communities he wasn't -- and, yes, who were younger and healthier than he was. Dumbledore may have put forward a strong affect much of the time, to the extent that he wondered if some of his students saw him as immortal, but that didn't change the fact that he was a very old man and he was painfully aware of it.

There was one old associate, however, who joined the Order of the Phoenix without Dumbledore reaching out to him. On the contrary, he chose to join both despite Dumbledore deciding not to ask him and the person himself hating the Headmaster's guts. This person ended up arriving in Hogsmeade the morning of 27 June 1994 and -- upon checking into his room at the Three Broomsticks -- he immediately stuck his head into the fireplace and called Dumbledore's office.

"Oi! Dumbledore! I want a word!"

As it so happened, Dumbledore was at his desk writing several letters at the time, and the sound of the familiar voice made him look up over his half-moon spectacles, mildly startled. When he got up and approached his fireplace, the Headmaster found the frowning head of a young man with very hollowed-out, skull-like almond-shaped blue eyes and a mane of long, messy black-brown curls sitting in the flames.

Dumbledore smiled.

"Jacob," he said. "This is a surprise. I was under the impression you were in Bolivia."

"I was," Jacob Cromwell said irritably. "Not that I remember telling you that, you old fart. Now let me over there -- I want to talk to you about Diggory."

His white eyebrows raised, Dumbledore nonetheless took his wand out of his sleeve and waved it across the top of the fireplace, making it glow a light gold.

"There you are, Jacob," he said lightly. "You have clearance to come through -- "

Right as the Headmaster had finished saying this, Jacob shoved his way head-first into his fireplace and out through Dumbledore's. He brushed soot and sparkling Floo powder out of his long hair and off his baggy Whitney Houston T-shirt and bell-bottom jeans -- clearly wherever he'd been in Bolivia, he'd been dressed more to interact with Muggles than with wizards, and he hadn't bothered changing on the way. Even so, sticking out of the side pockets of his jeans were not one but two wands: his original white Aspen wand in his left and another blackthorn wand Dumbledore hadn't seen before in his right.

"Was that a present, Jacob?" asked the Headmaster, eying the new wand with interest. "The carvings look distinctly unlike Garrick's varieties."

"It was made by a wizard member of the Navajo Nation," said Jacob shortly. "So yeah, of course it's not like Ollivander's work."

Dumbledore cocked his eyebrows. "Then you've learned how to duel with two wands simultaneously? That's most impressive. But, I suppose, unsurprisingly so, given how talented of a duelist you've always been..."

"Not talented enough that you were willing to risk keeping me at school after R forced me to join them, though, eh?" Jacob said sardonically.

He crossed his arms, slouching so that his hip popped out and his left leg stuck out a bit at an angle as he stared Dumbledore down.

"Stop jive-talking, old man, I didn't come here for that. Now give it to me straight -- is Voldemort back?"

Dumbledore's expression grew more grave.

"Yes, Jacob. I'm afraid he is."

Jacob's skull-like blue eyes narrowed. He didn't look surprised or scared -- instead he nodded in grim acceptance as he looked away in the direction of Fawkes sitting on his perch.

"I presume Carewyn told you," said Dumbledore.

Jacob snorted. "Obviously. Pip wrote to Mum and me as soon as she found out what happened to Diggory."

His eyes darkened as they drifted up toward the ceiling.

"...I remember the kid from the Sunken Vault," he muttered. "He was part of the group that helped Pip and me -- the Circle of Khanna. He didn't deserve this."

Dumbledore's expression softened sadly.

"No," he said quietly. "No, he did not. Cedric was a brave, loyal, selfless young man -- he deserved a far longer and happier life."

The Headmaster crossed the room back over to his desk.

"So too does Harry. So does he, a mere boy of fourteen, deserve a long and happy life, when he had to fight for his life and only just barely made it back to Hogwarts with Cedric's body. So too do his classmates, who mourn Cedric's death same as our school mourned Rowan Khanna...and Duncan Ashe."

The mention of his boy best friend made Jacob visibly twitch. His eyes flashed at Dumbledore like a warning, but the Headmaster regarded him solemnly over his half-moon spectacles.

"Jacob...I hesitate to even bring this up, when your distaste of me is more than apparent," he cocked his eyebrows in rather pointed wryness, "but since you've come so far to meet with me, and since Carewyn has been in contact with you, I can only presume you know that I have decided to act, in response to this turn of events."

"Form your own army to fight old Moldy Shorts, you mean?" said Jacob. "Yeah, Pip told me. She also told me you wanted to recruit her to join it, even when you know she hates fighting," he added rather coldly.

"Both I and other members of our group knew that your sister would be invaluable to our cause, as a combatant or not," Dumbledore answered lightly. "I must confess that I also thought it more likely that we could receive aid from Carewyn than from you, given that she's only prone to express cold disapproval toward me, rather than active hostility." His blue eyes sparkled with some amusement as he added, "And of course Carewyn is far easier to get in touch with."

"I get in touch with those I want to be in touch with," Jacob spat. "I have no interest in getting letters from people who can't mind their potatoes."

"Like Olympe Maxime?" Dumbledore asked with a dewy smile. "She spoke very highly of you over breakfast, the morning after she first arrived...it was nice to see Filius beaming so brightly, hearing the head of Beauxbatons speak so highly of one of his students."

Jacob was a bit startled by this, but he stubbornly tried to obscure the pride he likely felt hearing this with irritation.

"I thought I told you I'm not here to chew the fat with you," he said shortly.

Dumbledore gave an amused shake of the head. "Yes, I suppose you did. Well then? What is it that you do wish to discuss with me?"

Jacob put a hand on his hip. "Isn't it obvious? I'm here to join your bloody army."

Now this took Dumbledore aback. His eyebrows rose very high

"Look -- for however much of a shady minger you are, everyone knows you're the most powerful wizard in the world -- at least, on the non-Dark-Magic side of things," Jacob said brusquely. "If you say old Morty's back, then clearly he is. It'd be idiotic and pointless for you to lie about something like that, especially when anyone with a brain cell knew there was a damn good chance that creep was going to come back sooner or later. If anyone's going to have a chance standing toe to toe with Voldemort, it's sure as hell not going to be Fudge: it's going to be you. And if that coot Corny is really so determined to put his head in the sand about this, then I intend to align myself with those people who intend to actually do something, not just pussyfoot around and stupidly act like everything's fine."

Jacob's eyes narrowed upon Dumbledore's face.

"However much I don't like you -- however much I know Pip doesn't either -- you can't do this on your own. That much is obvious. And I would've fought old Lord Stupid-Name the first time if I'd been old enough, so why the hell wouldn't I do it now? Even if it does have to be alongside the likes of you."

Dumbledore's light blue eyes actually twinkled.

"...You'll fight with us for the greater good, then?" he asked.

"For goodness's sake, period," Jacob shot back. "How I feel about you has nothing to do with good versus evil: I just think you're a Machiavellian old geezer who thinks you always know best. This fight, on the other hand, is."

Dumbledore's face broke out into a smile.

"Indeed it is."

Sweeping up his long, bell-shaped sleeve, he extended a wrinkled hand.

"Very well, Jacob...I accept your application. Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix."

Jacob cocked his eyebrows at Dumbledore and then at Fawkes, before he took the Headmaster's hand and curtly shook it.

"'Order of the Phoenix,' huh? Hm. Decent name -- here I was imagining you marching around as head of a 'Dumbledore's Army' or something..."

"Coming from you, that's quite a compliment," Dumbledore said amusedly as Jacob withdrew his hand.

His expression became a bit more kind.

"...Thank you, Jacob. I mean that wholeheartedly. I'm truly pleased to see you, once again, prove yourself to be a very brave and noble young man."

Jacob shot Dumbledore a miffed look and opened his mouth, and Dumbledore chuckled.

"Forgive me...I know you don't wish any such compliments from me. Perhaps if Minerva echoed them, they might be easier to accept? I'm certain she would agree with me, when she learns you've chosen to join us."

"I'd rather you give me something useful to do so I don't have to listen to you trying in vain to butter me up," Jacob said exasperatedly.

"Very well. I actually was hoping you would consider stopping by Knockturn Alley and making contact with Mundungus Fletcher. He's already answered my call to arms, but I anticipate that to get some of the information we need about Voldemort's forces, he may need a talented duelist to back him up."

"To save his arse, you mean," scoffed Jacob.

"In so many words, yes," said Dumbledore with a wry smile.

Jacob sighed tiredly and rolled his eyes. "Fine. Maybe while I'm there, I'll get some of that information we need myself. I'd love to know what Lucius Malfoy has been up to, for instance..."

"Lucius Malfoy is a practical person to look into," Dumbledore agreed. "Harry even said he saw Lucius there in the Graveyard, with Voldemort. I imagine he would be the sort to desire a position of leadership, among Voldemort's supporters."

Jacob nodded curtly as he turned on his heel, striding back toward the fireplace.

"Be careful, Jacob," Dumbledore cautioned him. "Knockturn Alley is likely to be more dangerous since you were last there."

"If any of those Dark-Magic-happy losers want at me, let them give it their best shot," said Jacob with a cold smirk, tapping his temple significantly. "It'd take a damn accomplished Occlumens for me to not sense them coming. And if they are, groovy -- I'm always up for an actual challenge."

He stepped into the fireplace, threw down some Floo Powder from the mantle at his feet, shouted, "Three Broomsticks, room 21!" and disappeared in another flare of green flames.

[atlasdoe]

this is the last one i promise (until i cave and do one for the black sisters and their friends)

Class of 1976

Selina Sapworthy is pretty like old hollywood // Bertha Jorkins is pretty like stained glass windows

Xenophilius Greengrass is pretty like a rainbow // Aurora Sinistra is pretty like space

Septima Vector is pretty like a waterfall // Florence Greengrass is pretty like old disney

Emma Vanity is pretty like converse // Mundungus Fletcher is pretty like a city at night

Killian Gibbon is pretty like the desert

[redhairedgryffindor]

Sincerest apologies. Just a misunderstandin', that's all.

Believe Mundungus

Scold Mundungus

[regheart]

Someone I’d love to know how and why joined the Order: Mundungus Fletcher! And happy to hear about his relationship with anyone!

he owes dumbledore something. what could he possibly owe that makes him fight two wars, we can only speculate, but i suspect it might be either his life or his freedom

his patronus is a weasel, because of course it is, and i'd place him in slytherin by process of elimination. his wand is made of ivy (it grows everywhere and spreads too fast) with a dragon heartstring core

he is terrified of moody, because he's famously dishonest ans the first suspect for everything that goes wrong. he finds diggle amusing because he's a huge gossip and very gullible. and he has a grudging respect for dorcas

[starlightingsss]

mundungus fletcher is literally the biggest opp in the whole harry potter series like..

everyoen else stayed to fight but he pussies out and apparates away to save himself?? EVERYONE ELSE WAS WILLING TO DIE

and he didn't even warn mad eye about it before he apparated, he just left n let mad eye get struck by the killing curse??

he is so digustingly selfish HE HASN'T DONE ANYTHING TO HELP ANYONE?? not only did he let moody get struck by the good ol avada kedavra BUT HE ALSO LEFT HARRY?? TO BE ATTACKED BY DEMENTORS?? and the way he sold black family silver after sirius died?? like u sped little bitch show some respect?? AND IT WASN'T JUST SILVER IT WAS ALSO THE LOCKET AND THE TWO WAY MIRROR?? lorddd harry is better than me cs i would gutted that dwarf ass bitch right then and thereeee

AND THE WAY MOODY CALLED OUT HIS COWARDICE TOO LIKE ??

why did bro not js apparate with moody too like he coulda js grabbed him n dipped lowkey

lacking in critical thinking and selfish asf ‼️‼️

bro was nothing except dead weight during the whole ass war and did nothing for the people he was fighting for

HE CAN SQUARE UP W ME RN ISTG

HE WAS LITERALLY A BENCHWARMER IN A WAR??

[in-flvx]

Another person whose relationship to sirius I find fascinating is mundungus fletcher.

Dung works, in my eyes, as a bit of a mirror to Peter. Both have very unflattering nicknames, both are consistently described as small, with odd eyes, and always close to center of what's happening without ever showing too much capabilities or even outright liabilities.

I'll have to look up whether it's Sirius who tells us about him, though I remember it being moody, but I'm not sure.

Anyway - Sirius and Dung have something of an easy camradery going. Dungs first words are that he agrees with Sirius, they're seen laughing together, Sirius encourages him to take and sell what he wants from the house (at least the safe stuff like their plates).

I don't have a coherent meta about this yet, but it's on my mind

[adekalyn]

*The Order preparing for a mission*

Kingsley: Mundungus, I want you to do nothing. Just stand next me to and say yes sir.

Mundungus: Okay sir.

Kingsley: Come on man.

[sofiadragon]

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, chapter 5. Mundungus Fletcher is 110% smoking mj in a pipe. "Acrid smoke smelling of old socks." Then Mrs. Weasley gets all up in arms about it, but just a bit before as Harry comes into the kitchen the room was hazy with tobacco smoke. Excuse me, Harry might not know what the difference is that has Molly upset or why his pipe smells so much different than what was already in the room, but we all know.