#peeves the poltergeist

[girl-named-matty]

"He's right behind me, isn't he?"

[yoshitsuno]

Hogtober Day 19 : Poltergeist

And here is our Peeves for this day x) ❤️

[professorsnape394]

Day 3: Haunted Hijinks

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC

Rating: 🥰

Prompt: Haunt

Summary: Peeves has it out for the new Professor and only Severus Snape can help.

A/N: So I had initially intended for his to be a shorter story but it ended up being even bigger than my last. I apologise if there maybe isn't quite enough Snape for you, but good news is there will be a part 2!

Warnings: ghosts?

Word Count: 2518

Credits to Gif Creator

Week 1

The haunting started just as I had anticipated. Doors slamming, objects randomly disappearing and reappearing in different places, drawers sporadically flinging themselves open and emptying their entire contents onto the floor.

I wasn’t scared. I knew it was coming.

When I first joined the school Minerva was over the moon to have her favourite student joining the faculty. I received an overwhelmingly warm welcome by everyone… everyone, except two.

The first was to be expected. Severus Snape was never a man for comradery. Despite the fact we had both attended Hogwarts at the same time as teens, my presence here didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest. While I had been admittedly disappointed by his cold reception, I wasn’t surprised by it. Snape rarely acknowledged me, even when we had shared classes together. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out he didn’t even know I existed.

The second, less then pleasant reception, came from a poltergeist.

As confirmed by Minerva, Peeves had a habit of making every new professor’s life at Hogwarts a living hell. Everyone had experienced the same treatment, all except one.

The torment was to last one month exactly, worsening as the weeks went on. This was his way of initiating you into the faculty apparently. The silver lining of it all though, was after the month was done, no professor would be pestered by the poltergeist thereafter.

The first week passed without issue. Yes, it was annoying to go to pick up your hairbrush only to have it vanish from plain sight. And constantly tidying up the contents of my desk was becoming a bit of a nuisance but nothing I couldn’t handle for the next few weeks.

Week 2

“Peeves!” I groaned, jumping from my chair, as my whole desk hit the floor. “I’m trying to work.”

The room echoed with deep belly laughter, an apparition of the ghost appearing as he zoomed from one side of the room to the other.

Books flew from their spot on the bookcase, smashing into the opposite wall before fluttering to the floor. One after the other the shelves emptied themselves, leaving only the bare bones of the old oak bookcase.

While trying to right my upturned desk, a loud creaking caught my attention.

“No!” I screamed, watching the shelves come crashing to the floor with a loud thud.

This had been the way of the week. Standing by, watching the poltergeist wreak havoc on my chambers, powerless to stop his antics. Within the short space of a week Peeves had turned my life upside down. Every day I awoke to each room in my quarters being completely trashed by the ghost. My clothes were piled high, the empty drawers dumped beside them, class assignments and student essays lay scattered across the floor, he had even taken to raiding my bathroom cupboards, squeezing out the contents of every bottle he came across, smearing it over the floor, walls and mirrors.

Despite my efforts to clean up after him, I soon realised it was a futile task. No matter how quickly I cleaned up one mess, Peeves had already created three more. It was halfway through the week when I realised it would be easier to live with the mess for the next two and a half weeks. Paying my dues turned out to be a lot messier than I had anticipated.

Week 3

The penultimate week took a different toll than the others. I saw Peeves a lot more than he had previously allowed; choosing to take to his physical form and follow me around the castle grounds.

He whispered nonsense in my ear, spoke over me while I taught, interrupted my conversations with my colleagues and worst of all he sang. Day and night, Peeves belted out a badly pitched tune, throwing in the occasional made-up limerick to just to taunt me.

Last night was a particularly difficult night. Somehow Peeves had gathered every radio, gramophone and record player from around the school and scattered them throughout my bedroom. Dozens of different melodies blasted through the speakers, all while Peeves sung along to songs that he never even knew the words to.

My three-day migraine turning into four, I was surviving purely off of caffeine and sheer will power at this point. I hadn’t had a minute of sleep since the week began, and I wasn’t sure I could cope with it any longer.

“Not long now, my dear.” McGonagall encouraged, gently patting my arm reassuringly.

Struggling to keep my eyes open, I took another large swig of my morning coffee. “How did you put up with it, Minerva. I don’t think I can last much longer; it’s beginning to affect my teaching.”

“I’m afraid it’s just one of those things we have all had to endure, my dear.”

“Not everybody.” I huffed, turning my narrowed gaze to the potions master at the far end of the table. “How did he get away with it? Why doesn’t Peeves make his life hell.”

“That would have to be a question you ask Severus.”

“Pft.” I grunted. “He’d never tell me. He hasn’t even spoke to me since I started here.”

“Have you spoken to him?”

“No but…” I didn’t have any excuse.

“Then maybe now is your chance. Severus had never been one to make the first step, but I know he’d appreciate it if you paid him a visit.”

“Do you think he even remembers me? I mean it’s been years since we were in school and even then we didn’t exactly run in the same circles.”

“I’m positive he’ll remember you, Y/N, maybe more than you’d expect.”

“What’s that supposed to mea- “

Before I had a chance to finish my sentence, my mug of coffee flew from my grasp, levitating in the air tauntingly, before finally tipping its entire contents onto my lap.

I jumped from the table with a gasp, thanking Merlin the beverage had time to cool before I was scolded.

My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Not only was my dress and robes stained dark with coffee but the entire school had been privy to my torment.

I immediately ran from the Great Hall, hoping to escape any further public teasing from the spectre.

By the time the school day had come to an end my head was pounding from the lack of sleep, Peeves had interrupted all six of my classes today, and I had heard students whispering about the coffee fiasco on more than one occasion.

This was my breaking point.

Putting aside my shame and anxiety, I stormed down to the Dungeons to find out how Snape escaped the poltergeist’s awful induction. I was willing to beg on my knees if that is what it took.

“Y/N?” Snape breathed, seemingly shocked at the sight of me on his doorstep.

“I need your help Severus. Please.”

“Come in.” He granted, clearing his throat as he returned to the room.

I took a seat by the fire, waiting for him to join me. Instead, the potions professor paced around the room, never quite settling on one spot.

“It’s nice to see you again.” I called over my shoulder to him, hoping to break the ice.

“Is it?” He stumbled. “I mean; yes, it is.”

“It’s been a long time; I don’t even think I remember the last time we saw each other.”

“Graduation.” He said without hesitating. “I saw you afterwards in the Hog’s Head with Potter and Black.”

“Oh yeah. I forgot about that.” I chuckled nervously, wondering how he possibly remembered that when I couldn’t.

“I remember Sirius got so drunk that night, he ended up sleeping at mine and-

“What do you want, Y/N.” Severus snapped, his entire demeanour changing as he made his way to stand in front of me.

“I need your help.” I repeated.

“With the Poltergeist I presume.”

I nodded simply in response, suddenly understanding why the students found him so intimidating.

He had changed a lot since school. He was no longer the scrawny little teenager whose clothes never quite fit. He was a man now, tall and built out. His clothes fit him perfectly, they even showcased the outline of a bicep on either arm. His voice was like velvet, deep and rich, and it hit my ear in exactly the right way. His face, while no longer youthful, suited the aged lines etched into his forehead. His eyes had always been my favourite though; dark as the night sky and just as mysterious. I never could bare the intensity of his gaze and experiencing it now made me feel just like that awkward 14-year-old again.

“Peeves is not one to be stopped. With exception of Dumbledore and the Bloody Baron he listens to nobody. A deal was struct with a previous headmaster to allow the spectre to have his fun for one month, after which he is not to intervene with the professors to ensure the sanctity of the school and the students education.”

“But he never tormented you.” I whispered, hoping to gain some more insight.

“I cannot help you.” Snape’s eyes saddened.

“Why not? Is it because we were never friends in school? I tried to talk to you Severus, I did, but you just never seemed interested, I- ”

“I cannot help you, Y/N, because I did nothing to deter the ghost.” I opened my mouth to object, but Snape never gave me a chance to speak. “Peeves never haunted me because he never wanted to. It is my understanding that before the castle was built, these dungeons were the grounds in which Peeves was brutally murdered, more specifically, this very room. The ghost refuses to enter my chambers at all. I cannot help you, Y/N, because the only place in this whole castle where you can escape the phantom is here.”

My shoulders drooped at the revelation.

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry.” He looked like he really meant.

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault.” I puffed, trying not to sound as disappointed as I was. “I guess I’ll just have to suck it up like everyone else, I guess.”

Realising Snape probably didn’t want me to stick around for some unnecessary small talk, I immediately tried to make myself scarce. However, while heading out the door I was forced to stop in my tracks.

“Y/N.” Severus called after me.

God, I loved the way he said my name.

“If you ever need a break from him. To do your marking or even just to read for a bit, you can come here. There door is always open.”

“Thank you, Severus. I really appreciate that.” Though it wasn’t likely I’d ever take him up on the offer. Being in such close quarters with a man like him was bound to set me nerves on edge.

Week 4

With 7 days to go until my living hell was no more, I was sure I could power through the fourth and final week.

Oh, how wrong I was.

Day one came in full force. I awoke to the deafening sound of fireworks; fizzing and sparkling at the end of my bed. My heart pounded in my chest; the combination of insomnia, my high caffeine intake and now this, heart palpitations had become a regular occurrence for me.

Nevertheless, I promised myself to power through the day, trudging out of bed to start my classes. I waded through piles of my belongings; the floor hadn’t been visible for a fortnight now and I was almost starting to get used to it. As I made my way to the bathroom, I flicked my wand turning off each blaring radio as I went, hoping it would earn me a moments peace before I was thrust into the chaos of Hogwarts.

True disaster stuck, however, as I approached the hall leading to the bathroom. A sharp shiver shot through up my spine as something squelched underneath my bare feet. I closed my eyes, praying it wasn’t what I thought had happened.

My favourite sweater lay sodden in the middle of the hall, amidst a pair of drenched leggings and a stack of soggy assignments. The hall had been completely flood, the source of course being; the bathroom.

“Please please please.” I repeated to myself as I gripped the door handle tight.

Giving me no time at all to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable state of the bathroom, Peeves appeared on the other side of the door, yanking it open forcefully, taking me with it. I was instantly flung into the deep end, finding myself standing in the middle of a domestic rain shower. The shower, the sink AND the toilet all had water spurting out of them, drowning the room until I was in an ankle-deep puddle. Even the bath was overflowing, given that Peeves had deliberately put the stopper in it before choosing to burst the pipes.

I let out a long and frustrated scream.

“This has gone too far, Peeves!”

A far away laugh echoed through the chambers, he clearly got his desired reaction out of me.

While tempted to succumb to the ghosts’ antics; ready to ball myself on the floor and cry it out. I remembered I did have one other option.

No longer possessing a sense of shame I trudged my way through the castle halls wearing only my saturated silk pyjama set and a pair of waterlogged fluffy bunny slippers. My hair clung to the side of my face in strands of tangled curls, the wet ends dripping onto the floor behind me as I walked.

“Please don’t say no to this.” Were the first words out my mouth when Snape opened his door to me.

“Alright.” He answered without question.

“Can I stay with you.”

“Okay.”

“It’ll just be for the week and I can sleep on the couch, or even on the floor but at least I’ll sleep. And I’ll have to use your shower too, as you can probably tell my bathroom is currently incapacitated. I’ll stay out of your way as much as possible, and I’ll literally owe you the biggest- Wait, what did you just say?”

“I said okay, Y/N.” It was clear the potions master was struggling not to roll his eyes at me forcing him to repeat himself.

“…But why?”

“I’m not quite as unaccommodating as people seem to assume. I’ve witnessed how much you have struggled these past three weeks. And I know, if you’ve shown up here begging for my help, it must be bad. So okay, you can stay for the week. But be warned, there will be some ground rules.”

“Oh My God, Severus I could kiss you right now. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

If he were anyone else, I’d have definitely thrown myself at them, crushing their torso to show my sheer gratitude. With Severus though, I knew he was not one for physical forms of affection, and given that I was soaked to the bone I realised it wouldn’t be wise to subject my saviour to my same fate.

“We’ll discuss my stipulations after dinner this evening. Now you best hurry up and take a shower if you want to make it in time for your first lesson of the day.”

As I sprinted to his bathroom, I could have sworn I spotted a small smirk tugging at the corner of Snape’s lips.

He really wasn’t as grouchy as he let on.

[grangerdangerous]

Minerva McGonagall Moodboard

Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, "It unscrews the other way.” (OOTP)

[medusasdaughterwrites]

HBO Harry Potter reboot this, diverse cast that, LGBT rep this, marauders that... Guys, JKR is an executive producer, she's gonna keep it exactly like her books. As much as I would love a black Hermione and a Desi bisexual Harry and canon wolfstar and an explicitly gay Dumbledore and everything, this is JKR we're talking about. Let's all face the truth, she's pushing for this reboot because she's mad the original cast is pro trans rights and wants to erase them from hp pop culture. The biggest difference might be Peeves being included.

[fortheloveof-sebastian]

Lovebirds

Pairings: Sebastian x F!Reader

Summary: You almost miss curfew (again) coming back from a study session with Sebastian. The gentleman he is, he walks you back to your common room and his feelings for you accidentally slip out.

Warnings: kissing, fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: For some reason I just really love the idea of Ominis being the disgruntled mother of the friend group having to deal with you and Sebastian’s shit. Mommy Omi.

Not gonna lie this one put me in my feels.

I intentionally didn’t specify a certain House in this oneshot. It probably doesn’t work as well if you’re in Slytherin, but then maybe just imagine Sebastian is walking you to the girls side😉

The rosiness of Sebastian’s freckled cheeks reminds you of the wintery dusk settling behind you, backlighting Hogsmeade and the snow-covered wilderness. A cold wind cuts through your school cloaks and, without thinking, you lean closer into Sebastian’s side as you both laugh. Naturally, his arm falls around your shoulders, and you walk like that into the castle.

“Well, it’s about time,” came Ominis’s cutting voice. “I thought I was going to have to send out a search party.”

Ominis emerges from the shadows.

“Ominis.” Sebastian presses a hand to his chest. “Were you worried about us?“

“Be still my heart,” you say, pretending to swoon.

Ominis clicks his tongue. “I was more worried that I would have to venture out at an untimely hour to drag you back. Who knows what shenanigans you two get up to, I should never leave you alone.”

The three of you scurry up the grand staircase.

“We asked you to come with,” Sebastian points out. His arm leaves your shoulders, and there’s a twinge of disappointment in your chest.

“Well, I don’t need to study last minute,” Ominis declares hauntily.

Sebastian rolls his eyes.

“No studying actually happened,” you say. “Your integrity would’ve remained intact.”

Ominis scoffs, and you and Sebastian snicker in response.

You did have all of the intentions to study for Potions. But once you picked up the necessary ingredients from The Magic Neep for practice, the sun began to sink and a chill set in, and you shuffled into The Three Broomsticks together. Sinora ended up plying you with new variations of Butterbeer she was experimenting with, and Potions quickly fell to the wayside.

You actually had been laughing earlier because Sebastian had a smudge of foam on his upper lip, and he playfully nipped at your thumb when you went to swipe it away.

“I’m not spending another detention with the likes of you two,” Ominis says. There’s a curl of affectionate amusement in his voice. “We ought to get to the common room before someone catches us.”

Sebastian says, “Go on without me, Omi.”

“Are you not coming?”

“I’m going to drop off my fellow delinquent here,” Sebastian tells him. “Make sure that she doesn’t run into anymore trouble without me.”

“I’m fine, Sebastian,” you say.

“Well what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you go alone? All kinds of frightful things traverse these hallowed halls.”

You tap the side of your chin. “I can’t remember, was it you or me who won our duel?”

“I was going easy on you,” Sebastian chides. “You know, being a gentleman and all.”

Ominis waves a hand. “I’m leaving, I don’t have the energy to discuss this duel again. Goodnight, Y/N. Don’t lose your way, Sebastian, I don’t want to hear you bumbling your way into the room again.”

Sebastian and you watch Ominis’s retreating form, and the crimson glow of his wand.

“He loves us,” he says.

“How could be not?”

Your conversation lulls into comfortable silence. Even with your history of banter, you also enjoyed the moments when you weren’t talking, just walking together in your companionship.

The last handful of students were rushing by. Shadows had begun to stretch and take form on the tiled floors.

Finally you approach the entrance to your common room, and you’re reluctant to leave Sebastian. You turn to him, hoping to steal just a few more seconds.

“Tomorrow’s Potions class should be interesting,” you say.

Sebastian shrugs. “We’ll be fine as long as we don’t sit by Garreth again. Class might be a touch boring, but much less explosive.”

“I had a good day with you,” you blurt. Your desire to elongate these late fleeting moments backfires, and you feel your cheeks burn. Did you really just say that?

“I did too,” Sebastian says, softly, and gratefully without a stitch of taunting in his voice.

You mutter the password and the entrance opens. You step inside, one foot in and one foot out. “I guess this is goodbye.”

“Yep.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yep.”

“Sleep tight,” you add. You haven’t budged.

Sebastian smiles. Casually, he says, “Goodnight, Y/N. I love you.”

His face spasms, and for the first time you think you see a light dusting of color cover his cheeks. You freeze, then, invigorated, say, “You love me?”

“Well, um, yeah,” Sebastian awkwardly replies. He coughs a little. “You know we were just talking about how Ominis loves us and perhaps my mind was still there. I didn’t mean anything by —”

You climb down and interrupt Sebastian’s nervous rambles by grabbing the front of his robes. He blinks at you in rapid succession, mouth ajar, obviously still fumbling for an appropriate response to accidentally confessing his love for you.

“I love you too, Sebastian,” you tell him.

You’re not sure who kisses who first, but soon he’s captured you with his mouth, pressing it firmly against yours. Faintly you taste the trace of Butterbeer, which makes you smile. In response Sebastian moans softly and then draws you in closer, deepening the kiss. Your fingers slip into his hair. This moment is everything that you’ve wanted and more and —

“OOO KISSY KISSY!”

A familiar blur of color soars overhead. Instantly, Sebastian and you tear apart, slightly out of breath and pink-cheeked.

Peeves circles back around and makes a face. He sings:

“What do we have here?

A pair of lovebirds

Caught in the act, oh dear

Kissing like they have no fear!”

He cackles, high pitched and splitting, the sound ringing through the halls.

“Oh, bugger off, Peeves,” Sebastian snaps. “I’ve had enough of you.”

“Caught red handed, in this moment of bliss

A moment like this they surely won’t miss

But it’s not a secret, they can’t dismiss,” Peeves continues to bellow, laughing devilishly.

You grab Sebastian’s arm. “Don’t bother giving him the time of day. He won’t quit.”

Sebastian looks back at you, and his face softens.

He sighs. “I’m afraid you’re right.”

“I tend to be quite often, yet people are always surprised.”

Sebastian chuckles, then pulls you in for a hug. Your cheek ends up in the crook of his neck, and the feel of him is so warm and safe and good. Peeves resumes his mocking but you both ignore it, and in good time he leaves to wreck havoc elsewhere.

“Told you,” you say.

“Say it again.”

You raise a brow. “Told you?”

He smiles again, and rolls his eyes. “No, what you said before. I want to hear it again.”

You rack your brain, then realize what he means. Your heart pounds. Mirroring his smile, you lean in and whisper, “I love you, Sebastian.”

[severussnapemylove]

Y/N; "I ran into traffic on my way here."

Severus; "You live upstairs."

Y/N; (points to Peeves toppling suits of armour down the staircase)

[buckyslostarm]

No one:

James Potter at 3am: *marching down the marble staircase* WERE YOU SENT BY SOMEONE WHO WANTED ME DEAD? DID YOU SLEEP WITH A GUN UNDERNEATH OUR BED?

*Remus, Sirius and Peter at the bottom clapping him supportedly. Peeves flying over head throwing confetti. McGonagall hearing the commotion from her bed chambers and just sighing and rolling over to go back to sleep.*

[lulublack90]

Prompt 13 - Supernatural

@wolfstarmicrofic July 13, word count 990

The Marauders had been called to yet another haunted mansion. The owner had begged for the gang to come and help remove the spectre from the building. 

James drove the rickety old van, Lily sat beside him, her red hair catching the summer sun as it shone through the windscreen. Peter sat in the back pouring over the books he’d collected on ghost-hunting and Remus and Padfoot sat at the very back of the van sharing a box of their favourite snacks. 

Padfoot stuck his nose into the empty box and snuffled around it just in case they’d missed a crumb. Remus patted the top of his head. 

“Good, boy. Are we nearly there?” He called to James in front. “Pads and I are out of snacks,” 

“I don’t know how you two don’t explode with the amount of food you eat,” Lily scoffed at them. Remus shrugged, he’d been asked this so many times over the years, and he still didn’t have an answer. Padfoot just woofed happily at her and wagged his tail, hitting Remus in the mouth and leaving him with multiple dog hairs on his tongue. 

They pulled up outside the castle and the Marauders' van gave a grateful cough before the engine shut off. It had been a long, steep drive. The owner, a little old man with a long white beard tucked into his belt, welcomed them as they walked up to the main entrance. 

“Ah, the Marauders, welcome, welcome. Please, come in,” He said, waving them forwards. The castle looked even bigger from the inside. Remus had to crane his neck just to see the ceiling.

“Wow, bud, this is amazing,” He said to Padfoot. 

“So, Mr Dumbledore, how can we help?” James asked, puffing out his chest.

“Well,” The old man started. “I’ve been having a bit of trouble with things moving about the castle. I’ve had socks being thrown at me as I was walking down the stairs. My pears have flown off my plate and been juggled midair. And many other odd things happening all over the castle.”

“Don’t worry,” Lily told him, resting a hand on his. “We’ll take care of everything,” They split up to explore the castle. 

Remus picked the short straw, and while James, Lily and Peter all headed upstairs, he and Padfoot had to go down into the dungeons to check it out. 

It was dark and damp down there. Padfoot whimpered quietly the further down they went. Remus stopped beside a painting of a bowl of fruit and sniffed. 

“Mmmmm smells like chocolate.” He sniffed some more, touching the frame. It shifted. He swung it open, revealing a kitchen behind it. “Pads bud, I think we hit the jackpot!” He clambered into the hole and stood back so Padfoot could jump in. 

The kitchen was huge, with four long tables set out in a row. They moved further in and Remus opened the huge walk-in fridge door. He gasped at the abundance of food and immediately started picking at the food, making sure to give Padfoot a good share as well. He was chewing on a chunk of roast chicken when the door suddenly shut on them. “Cripes, Pads, what do we do now?” He asked his faithful friend. Padfoot sat back on his haunches, lifted his head and howled. Remus started banging on the door and shouting for help. 

It took a long time for the others to find them.

“Shouldn’t have been stuffing your faces,” Peter teased them when they ran out of the fridge once the door opened. 

“Hahaha.” Remus rolled his eyes, “Have you found anything?” Lily nodded.

“Yeah, we think it’s a poltergeist,” She told him.

“We just need it to reveal itself, and then we can deal with it,” James added. 

“You can’t catch old Peeves, he’s far too clever for the likes of you!” A cackling voice echoed around the room.

“Show yourself!” James yelled. Food began to hurtle itself out of the open fridge at them. They quickly took cover as sandwiches, treacle tarts and a myriad of other food crashed into them. 

“We need to trap him,” Peter yelled over the sounds of trays being dropped. 

“How?!” Remus asked. But before Peter could answer, Padfoot raced across the kitchen and jumped at the door, slamming it shut. 

“Hey! That’s cheating! Let Peeves out now!” The Poltergeist cried angrily from inside the fridge. 

“Good job, Pads,” Remus grinned, opening his arms, so the giant black dog could jump into them for a hug. “You’re the best boy,” Padfoot responded by licking a very wet tongue all the way up Remus’s face. “Eww, I love you too,” He laughed patting Padfoot’s huge head. 

“Well done, well done!” Mr Dumbledore appeared from nowhere clapping his hands. He wandered over to the fridge and opened the door. A little man dressed in bright orange clothes and pointed blue shoes hovered in the middle of the area. 

“Dumble wumble, Peeves isn’t happy!” He sulked. 

“There, there Peeves,” Dumbledore cooed. “If you promise to behave yourself, I’ll let you out,” The poltergeist sighed dramatically. 

“Fine,” He spun upside down and zoomed out of the room. Dumbledore turned to them. 

“Thank you, Marauders. He’s been pushing his luck for ages. I may need your services in the future if he starts getting out of hand again.” He handed James a pouch full of gold coins and waved as he left the kitchen. “You can see yourselves out when you’re ready. Thank you again.” He called. The Marauders looked at each other flummoxed by the odd behaviour, but quickly left the strange castle and its even stranger inhabitants. 

James got behind the wheel to start the long journey home while the others relaxed. Remus curled up on the floor of the van, pulling Padfoot close, snuggling into his soft fur as they both fell asleep, their stomachs full and tired from their adventure. 

[maraudersarethebest1]

Things from the Harry Potter books that should've been in the movies

1. Peeves

2. Mcgonagall offering harry a biscuit after he yelled at umbridge

3. Lee Jordans quidditch commentary

4. Badass Ginny from the books not shy awkward Ginny from the movies

5. Sirius and Remus telling harry abt his dad

6. Remus asking Harry to be Teddy's godfather

7. Percy apologising to his family before TBOH

8. Harry using the crutiatus curse after carrow spits on mcgonagall

9. Harry sass (mainly "there's no need to call me sir professor")

10. Dobby in goblet of fire and order of the phoenix

11. Weasley twins swamp prank

12. Mcgonagall being a badass bitch absolutely destroying umbridges self esteem

13. Pettigrews death scene

14. House elves fighting in TBOH

15. Kreacher being nice to the golden trio

16. Arthur and lucius' fight in flourish and blotts

17. S.P.E.W

[ephemerasnape]

A Moment Alone (Audio)

Sebastian seeks a private moment, believing that he and Ominis are the only ones with any knowledge of the Undercroft.. But there's someone else who knows every square inch of the castle.

EXPLICIT AUDIO 18+

Masturbation / Crack / Voyeurism / Smut

More where that came from!

[heizu-game]

I never post stuff here but the newly added photomode is way to addicting not to share some of my screenshots

[theazkabandreamer]

A New Man

A flash of light illuminated the corridor and the shrieks of terror from the portraits filled the air as two students clashed in a fierce duel. Lily Evans got the first year Hufflepuffs to safety.

As she got them out of harm's way, one of the boys asked her what Mudblood meant.

“Something that’s very nasty and should never be said to Muggle-borns,” she said solemnly, thinking of Sev for a moment before banishing him from her mind.

Just then, a hex ricocheted off the wall and brought a suit of armour crashing down. The Hufflepuffs covered their ears and Lily told them to run and yelled at the two duellists to stop.

Not wanting to get on Lily’s bad side, James Potter decided to end the duel quickly but Regulus Black had other ideas. Eyes full of malice, he raised his wand but James was quicker.

“Expelliarmus!”

Regulus’s wand spun out of his hand and hit a tapestry that caught fire, but Lily extinguished the flames with a wave of her wand.

James had his wand pointed at Regulus’s face and he was breathing heavily, trying to calm the white-hot anger bubbling in the pit of his stomach. But he had a face like thunder.

“Don’t you ever, say that word to the first years ever again,” he said in a dangerously low voice.

“What’s the matter?” Regulus smirked. “Are you too frightened to say the word Mudblood?”

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!”

James’s outburst shocked Regulus who flinched and James was resisting the urge to hex Regulus, even though Sirius would approve and Gryffindor’s chances at the Quidditch Cup would skyrocket.

“You know what?” James said, taking several deep breaths. “You’re not even worth it. Your brother might pretend you don’t exist anymore, but I know deep down, he still cares about you.”

“Sirius doesn’t care about me,” Regulus scoffed. “He only cares about himself. He didn’t care that he broke our mother’s heart and got himself blasted off the Black family tree. As far as I’m concerned, I no longer have a brother and my family does not need Blood Traitors like you and Sirius.”

It took all of James’s self-control to not hex the younger Black on the spot.

“Speaking of traitors, you’re going to be betrayed,” Regulus said. “You know that, right? It's only a matter of time. You’re far too trusting, Potter and that merry band of brothers you might have formed can’t last forever. You’re a walking advertisement for betrayal. Soon, one of your ‘brothers’ will get bored of you and will leave you high and dry. We’re all taking bets in the Slytherin Common Room on who it’ll be. Snape is certain that it’s going to be Lupin. But me? I think it’s Sirius.”

“Get out of my sight,” James snarled, trying not to let his anger get the better of him again.

He summoned Regulus’s wand and gave it to him and Regulus scuttled away as fast as his legs could carry him. He stopped halfway and threw James a venomous look before retreating towards the direction of the Dungeons.

James stood there breathing heavily. There’s no way any of his friends would betray him. How could they? Not after everything they had been through together. He felt something light touch his shoulder and his entire body was covered by goosebumps.

“I thought you would’ve hexed him by now,” Lily said, removing her hand after James had stirred. “It’s what you would’ve usually done.”

“I wanted to,” James admitted, sighing and running a hand through his messy hair. “But in the end, he wasn’t worth it.”

“Who are you and what have you done with James Potter?” Lily asked, narrowing her eyes.

James laughed, despite the anger still bubbling within him. But that was dissipating by the second as he chatted with Lily.

“Maybe I’m just growing up, or deflating my head as you call it. It could be the start of a new me,” he said and Lily smiled at him, her green eyes shining in admiration.

“I think this new you suits you,” Lily said. “It’s like Professor Flitwick said-“

“Swish and flick?” James grinned and Lily hit him playfully on the shoulder.

“No,” she said, unable to contain the smile that spread across her face and lighting up her brilliant green eyes. “Practice makes perfect. You’re like a potion that needs time to stew. The best potions are the ones that have gained strength over time and it’s taken you years to fully mature. As a person and a potion.”

“You and your potions analogies,” James laughed, grinning fondly at Lily.

Peeves the Poltergeist suddenly appeared and started making faces at a portrait of a group of medieval women and they were shouting in outrage at him which caused Peeves to blow raspberries at them. James and Lily watched with amusement.

"Thank you for looking out for those Hufflepuff first years," Lily said. "No one deserves to be called a Mudblood. Even though you did duel in the corridor and magic is forbidden in the corridors."

"Are you going to report me, Evans?" James asked with a hint of his signature smirk.

Lily was quiet for a moment and she bit her lip in concentration. James waited.

"No," she said after a minute's silence. "You didn't hex him like you would've done a year ago. Maybe you are changing, like you said."

James felt as if he could fly around the castle without a broom. He started to think of something mature and witty to say but couldn’t think of anything and decided that silence was the most mature thing in this situation.

“Well, we’d better get some dinner, I suppose,” Lily said after Peeves got bored and disappeared through the wall.

“I’m not hungry,” James said as his stomach gave a loud rumble.

“You could’ve fooled me,” Lily said, rolling her eyes and the two of them went down to the Great Hall with James feeling fifty feet taller.

[speedysart]

Day 19 Poltergeist

Forgot to post him here 😂 But it already says how much I like him (which I do not at all XD). He is the annoying guy, but Im also happy he is in the game as well never had him in the movies.

[uwudonoodle]

Drop Dead Fred! As a kid, I had no clue how inappropriate this movie was for kids, or how heavy the story actually is. Bless whoever came up with this story about escaping abuse with Looney Tunes level comedy.

[neverenoughmarauders]

Peeves causing trouble? Never...

Returning a little later from the kitchen, they saw Peeves, who was busy turning paintings in a corridor upside down. As most of the inhabitants were asleep, they had no way of escaping the inevitable danger before they tumbled down from what had been the bottom of their frames, trying desperately to cover themselves as furniture, food, books, and clothes were raining down on them from the ceiling - which had been the floor a moment earlier. For the outdoor paintings, the wizards and witches sometimes fell right down to the next painting and woke up whoever was in those, or they held on to the branches of trees for dear life. An unfortunate young wizard landed in the bed of a sick old witch, who screeched, her rotting arms chasing the flustered wizard as he raced out of the portrait.

James gave Sirius a look, and Sirius nodded. They turned down a corridor so they were hidden from view, and took off the cloak. 

'Need a hand?' Sirius asked casually as they stepped into view.

Peeves turned to look at them, his mean eyes glinting dangerously. 

'To be helped or to help? That is the question Peeves must answer,' Peeves mused. 'Peeves could need the help, oh yes, poor little Peeves-y could, but Peeves ought to let Filch know that there are ickle first years walking around after dark.'

'And when has Filch ever helped you?' Sirius raised his eyebrows. He was fairly confident Peeves wouldn't turn them in. But it didn't surprise him in the slightest that Peeves was making it difficult. Peeves only took pleasure from one thing, and sadly, James and Sirius were no exception as a source of this particular pleasure.

'Filch hates Peeves, the ickle Black boy is right. Peeves should accept their help, not put up a fight.' Peeves took a somersault and continued: 'But if Peeves helps Filch, he might think Peeves is alright.'

James had clearly decided to ignore Peeves and had turned a portrait of a stern-looking witch upside down. The witch was now yelling at him, and James had clearly decided the only right thing to do was to continue to spin the portrait until she shut up. Sirius shrugged and decided to join in the fun.

Begging Peeves to not turn them in would do nothing good. If anything that would likely result in Peeves calling for Filch. However, daring Peeves not to, or threatening him, would definitely result in Peeves turning them in. 

Peeves seemed satisfied with this. He decided to loosen the carpet at the top of a small set of stairs while Sirius and James kept doing the paintings. Sirius wasn't sure James had noticed what Peeves was up to, he seemed wholly absorbed in the task of turning the paintings around. 

'STUDENTS OUT OF BED!' Peeves suddenly shouted, making James jump. Sirius swore and looked around for something to throw at Peeves. 

'Peeves must test his idea, and you offered to help,' Peeves said innocently, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He flew down to the bottom of the stairs. 'STUDENTS OUT OF BED! STUDENTS -'

Sirius and James turned hoping to continue up towards Gryffindor Tower, but before they had reached the corner, they could hear Filch coming from that direction. Not keen to have Peeves see that they had a cloak, Sirius and James raced down the stairs after Peeves, Sirius making sure James too jumped over the loose carpet.

The two of them passed Peeves, and as soon as they were out of sight they threw the cloak over them. 

'Where are they Peeves?' they heard Filch pant, and then came a shout as the caretaker must have tripped. 

'PEEVES!' Filch bellowed. James and Sirius edged around the corner carefully, wanting to see what was happening, but nervous they would collide with Filch. 

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Just a little extract from Chapter 48.