#post azkaban sirus black

[tisayemate]

Christmas at The Burrow

Harry, Hermione, the Weasleys, Sirius, Remus (and all the other good characters) X Reader

Fluff

Summary: A bad day melts into laughter, love, and chaos at the Weasley’s on Christmas.

AN: Merry Christmas and a happy new year ya filthy animals!

story under the cut

The Burrow, as usual, was glowing with warm light and the sound of clattering dishes, laughter, and chatter spilling out even before you reached the door. You hesitated, your earlier frustrations from the day clinging to you like a stubborn shadow. But before you could even raise a hand to knock, the door burst open, and Fred’s grinning face appeared.

“There she is!” he crowed, pulling you inside as George popped up behind him.

“Late as always,” George said, shaking his head dramatically. “It’s a wonder you ever make it anywhere at all.”

“Oh, leave her alone,” Ginny said, sidling up to you and taking your coat. “Come on, sit down, get comfy. Mum’s been waiting to stuff you full of food all day.”

“I have not! I’ve just made a bit of stew and treacle tart, that’s all,” Molly called from the kitchen, where she was stirring something that smelled divine.

“Stew? Treacle tart?!” Ron perked up from the table, where he was already halfway through a biscuit.

“Save some for the rest of us, Ron,” Hermione scolded, though her soft smile was already directed at you. “Come on, sit with us. You look like you need a good laugh.”

Harry leaned forward from his seat, glasses slightly askew. “We’ve been plotting how to cheer you up all day,” he said, grinning. “And we’re excellent at it, if I do say so myself.”

“We are excellent,” Fred corrected. “Harry’s role in the operation is just sitting there looking tragic.”

“Oi!” Harry protested, though he was laughing too.

“Enough of this nonsense,” Sirius’s deep voice boomed from the armchair near the fire. He stood, a cheeky grin plastered across his face, and made his way to you. “Come here, kid.”

Before you could say anything, Sirius pulled you into a firm, fatherly hug, holding you close like he’d known you needed it. “You’re with us now,” he murmured into your hair. “No bad moods allowed. Got it?”

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself.

“That’s better.” He pulled back but kept an arm slung over your shoulder. “Now, sit. Eat. We’ve got plans, and you’re going to enjoy it.”

The plans turned out to be a mix of dinner, chaos, and ultimately, a movie night. After Molly served up her famous stew (with Neville nervously asking for seconds, clearly trying not to look greedy) and Fred managed to accidentally charm a bread roll to scream when bitten into, Ginny declared, “Alright, enough. It’s movie time.”

“Movie?” Luna’s dreamy voice piped up. “Oh, I do love Muggle contraptions.”

“Tonight’s feature: Home Alone 2: Lost in New York,” Hermione announced, holding up the DVD case like it was a sacred text.

“What’s it about?” Fleur asked, her lilting accent drawing curious looks from Cedric and Neville, who were already settling on the couch.

“Traps, chaos, and Christmas,” Harry explained simply, grabbing a bowl of popcorn and flopping onto the sofa next to Ron.

Soon, everyone was crammed into the Weasleys’ cozy living room. Sirius, with his arm draped around your shoulders like a comforting anchor, pulled you close.

The movie started, and it didn’t take long for the chaos to spread.

“Oh, that’s brilliant!” Fred said, pointing as Kevin tricked the hotel staff with his recorded messages.

“Can you imagine using that on Filch?” George added, cackling.

“Forget Filch,” Ron said, mouth full of popcorn. “I’d use it on Snape.”

“That’s awful!” Hermione scolded, though she was laughing along with everyone else.

“Well I know I’d pay to see it,” Remus mused, chuckling at the thought.

When Kevin’s elaborate traps started, Ginny groaned. “Imagine the cleanup after that. No thanks.”

“Cleanup?!” Sirius roared with laughter. “Ginny, it’s art! Pure, chaotic genius!”

“Poor burglars,” Luna mused, tilting her head thoughtfully. “They really should’ve worn helmets.”

As the Wet Bandits stumbled through the traps, Cedric winced every time something crashed or cracked. “That’s gotta hurt,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“You’d think they’d give up after the first house,” Neville added.

“But where’s the fun in that?” Harry said, grinning.

By the time the credits rolled, the room was filled with laughter and leftover popcorn scattered across every available surface. Sirius ruffled your hair affectionately. “Feeling better, kid?”

You nodded, smiling for what felt like the first time all day. “Yeah, I am.”

“Good,” Remus said from his spot by the fire, where he’d been quietly sipping tea and chuckling at the madness. “Because around here, happiness is non-negotiable.”

As you were pulled into a group hug orchestrated by Fred and George (complete with Ginny trying to shove Ron’s popcorn bowl out of the way), you realized that no matter how tough the day had been, you had a family here—a wonderfully loud, chaotic, loving family who could make you laugh until your sides hurt.

“Merry Christmas and a happy new year ya filthy animals!”

And as Fred squeezed your shoulder one last time before heading to the kitchen for a second helping of treacle tart, you couldn’t help but feel like everything was going to be alright.

[sheofthebookandsong]

HOW AM I ONLY JUST NOW SEEING THIS @sophsicle 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

Sirius and Remus stare at one another. On either side of the room. Battlefields between them.

Maybe it's been years since they last saw one another.

Maybe it's been minutes.

You can never tell with them.

James watched his friends fall in love before any of them knew what that meant.

He watched them after, when, tragically, they did.

Sirius and Remus have never been able to get comfortable with their relationship. Have never relaxed in one another's beds.

He'll get bored of me, Sirius had said to James once. When the novelty wears off. Everyone does.

I'm too much trouble, Remus a few weeks later. I can't expect him to put up with this forever.

James never knew what to say when they got like that. It's not that Sirius and Remus didn't know that they were loved. Only that they both saw love as something flimsy and delicate and easily broken. As something they would one day lose between the sofa cushions. In the crack between the wall and the bed. In the back of a cab.

Remus coughs, clearing his throat. He looks old. And tired. Nothing like James remembers.

"Listen," Sirius, who looks worse somehow. "Dumbledore told me to lay low here but...you know I can...I can find somewhere else if...I don't want to put you out, is all."

James and Remus both scoff.

Idiot.

"Don't be ridiculous. Of course, you're staying here."

Sirius gives Remus a look, pouting in that way he does. And through the dirt and the years and the ragged clothes, James sees the boy he used to know. Used to wrap himself around until you couldn't tell them apart. Until you swore they wore one skin. Shared one beating heart.

"You don't owe me anything," Sirius says stubbornly.

Remus gives him an empty smile. "Don't worry. I know."

Sirius screws up his face. "I'm not staying if we're just gonna snap at one another the whole time. I -" he sighs, running a hand over his face. "I'm too tired to fight Moony."

The nickname makes Remus flinch. "Too tired to fight? Sirius Black? Never."

Sirius huffs. "That's notorious mass murderer Sirius Black to you, thank you very much."

There's a twinkle in Remus's eye. In Sirius's too.

Go on, James thinks. Go on, cross the Rubicon. Touch each other. Hold each other. I can't anymore. I can't. I can't take care of you anymore. Which breaks his heart. Breaks his heart more than almost everything else. I need you to do it for me. Please.

Remus motions down the hall. "Why don't you take a shower - or a bath - I'll get dinner started."

There's a small pause before Sirius eventually nods his head. The motion jerky. Awkward. "Yeah, alright."

Take care of each other.

For me.

Please.

Please. Please. Please.

"Sirius?" Remus calls to him before he disappears into the bathroom. Sirius turns around, arching his brow.

Please. Please. Please.

Remus hesitates for a moment before stepping forward, before closing the space between them. Sirius's eyes go wide but he doesn't say anything. Doesn't move. When Remus reaches him he holds out his hand, stopping before he touches the other man. The pair looking at one another and nowhere else.

"Can I?"

A rough sound comes out of Sirius's mouth, James thinks it might be a laugh. "Yes. God yes."

Remus is gentle, hand cradling Sirius's face, thumb swiping over his cheek. Sirius trembles, like even this is too much. Too tender. Too loving. After a few seconds Remus leans forward, placing a delicate kiss on Sirius's forehead.

"I've missed you," he murmurs against the other man's skin.

Sirius's eyes flutter closed as he sways into Remus. A second later the pair have their arms around one another. Clinging. Holding.

James smiles. Even if it's a little sad. A little scuffed. A little cracked. He smiles. Hoping they understand now. Hoping they see.

That this love has roots.

{inspired by this song }

[mayabellis]

Random Black family headcanons

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1. Birth mark

Every child from Black family has a "constellation" of moles at their body. That's where they have their names from. Actually only their parents, siblings and romantic partners are aware of this fact beacuse birthmarks are in not very visible places. Eg. Regulus has Leo's contellation at his hip. The reason why Narcissa doesn't have star's name is beacause she wasn't born with Black's birthmark but with Rosier's one (her mother is from Rosier family). It resembled narcissus flower

2. Matching necklaces

When Beallatrix had her first trip to Hogsmade she bought three necklaces with letter "B". She gave two of them to her sisters. Few years later when Andromeda married a muggleborn Bellatrix get rid of her nacklace. She didn't want to be reminded of the traitor. Narcissa stop wearing hers in official situations but she kept it and she was wearing it when she was home alone (or later only with baby Draco). Andromeda never stopped wearing hers. She was taking it of only when she was going to sleep and every next morning she was putting it.

3. Scarf

When Sirius was at his first year at Hogwarts Andromeda borrowed him her scarf. The day was cold, she met him at school grounds and he apparently had forgotten his scarf. Sirus forgot to give the scarf back and that was the year when Andie was ending school. Actually she never asked for return. That's why Sirius kept the scarf. And every time when he was upset he was keeping it close like a teddy bear to think about his favourite cousin. When he was taken to Azkaban and they tried to take the scarf away from him he bit them. Then he was sleeping with it every night. Around 1995 when he met Tonks he gave her old slytherin scarf saying "give it to your mom, tell her I miss her". Dora told him to keep the scarf but then asked Remus for it right after Sirius's death (Remus knew where his best friend (if you prefer boyfriend) used to keep souvenirs). Andromeda got her scarf back not long after she lost her cousin.

4. Hardest choice

Andromeda got pregnant before marriage, while she was still living with her family. When she realised she was expecting a baby she confessed to her mother. She even said that this is muggleborn's child. Her mother (after argument and calling her a slut) found a solution. She told her daughter to marry some pureblood beafore the pregnancy would be visible and raise a child like this man was it's father. That was the moment when Andie decided to run away from home. She couldn't take her baby away from it's real father just for externals. She couldn't raise her baby in a lie. She never wanted to leave Narcissa on her own but there was no other choice. It wasn't just about her anymore. It was about being mother

5. Aristocratic skills

Since pure blood families are equivalent of aristocracy in real world many poeple headcankn Blacks as french speakers. I've also seen headcanons about Black brothers (idk how does this work with Black sisters) playing instruments. And I love both of this tropes but I wanted to add something. First thing: I strongly believe that Blacks (especially girls) were also taught dancing. Second: I headcanon Andromeda and Narcissa teaching their children aristocratic skills. Of course Andie didn't heve to teach her "broken" child but she believed that skills were useful. And here's how did this work in my opinion:

Draco learned to dance and used to play instrument when he was little but when his started Hogwarts he didn't have enough time to practice so he never mastered playing instrument. He never liked to study languages so he didn't learn french and he really regretted it at his 4th year (Triwizard tournament)

Dora learned french, she always thought that was a funny language which made her enthusiastic about learning. She also learned dancing but always when she had a chance she prefered to just jump around the room with her dad to "The Beatles" records. However the skill of ball dancing turned out to be useful during wedding (she led, Monny just trusted like he used to with Padfoot before). Dora never learned to play instrument. She didn't have enough patience

6. Muggle music

Andromeda was the one who intodroduced Sirius to muggle music. When she started frindship with Ted Tonks (I headcanon them as friends to lovers like many people do) she quite fast became fan of "The Beatles". She showed one vinyl to Sirius. At first he wasn't into this music and he started listening to it just because it was muggle. But during the years he was digging deeper and deeper into muggle rock music. Then he found metal. And then with little Remus' help and companion he bacame punk. And many years later he returned favor. He intoduced Dora to muggle punk music (she was raised listening "The Beatels" and she became fan of "Weird sisters" but she didn't know muggle punk).

7. Drinking

Everybody from Black family had high tolerance for alcohol in my opinion. It doesn't mean that everybody drink a lot but they can drink a lot without being really drunk. Even Draco can hold his drink beacuse of his mum. Lucius never had a high tolerance.

8. Phobias

Evrybody from Black family had a fear that they traied to get rid of but finally they would always meet them.

Regulus was always afraid of water. Sirius would make fun of him for not learning swimming. He was too scared to try. He never learned swimming. He never stopped being afraid of water. He tried to fight with this fear just once. He had to acomplish his mission. When he entered the cave he remembered all of the times when Sirius was innocently laughing at him. He imagined his older brother teasing him. The urge to prove that "ghost" wrong was his final motovation. It didn't matter that the real, living Sirius would probably never know the truth. The imagined one had to know that his brother was not a coward. When he was pulled into the lake he closed his eyes trying to imagine Sirius' smile. He didn't want to see endless water at his last moment. He wanted to see his brother.

Sirius was always afraid of darkness. Since he was little he would sleep with a night lamp and then he would light his wand every night (with lumos) and sleep with it. He thought the fear disappeared after Azkaban. He hadn't had a wand there so he couldn't light it. He had to just get used to sleeping in the darkness. He was sure he did. But in fact that fear just got worse. He realized that first night after his runaway. He couldn't sleep whole night because it was too dark. In Azkaban the metaphorical "darkness" was much worse than the litteral one. He would sleep as much as he could just to avoid going crazy. When he run away, he was safe again. He could stop being afraid of craziness so his childhood fear came back to take that free space. Despite his fear of darkness he died falling into light.

Narcissa was always afraid of loud noise. Every time Andromeda would fight with their mother Cissy would cover her ears. She never wanted to fight just to don't be shouted on. When she became a mother she hated the noises made by the baby at first. She even regretted having a child somtimes. But with time she got used to noises made by the child. She even liked some of them, especially laugh. She was sure she got rid of her fear until her house became deatheaters meeting place. She cried in her pillow every night but she was doing everything not to let Lucius see. They were too loud, she never asked for it but she felt her fear was riddiculus. That wasn't the moment to be riddiculus. She had to be stronger than ever to protect her family. It turned out that she was stronger than she expexted when she survived the final battle.

Andromeda was always afraid of loneliness. She was very loud and social at school just too be sure that she would always have someone to spend time with but they were never close to her. So the school friendships ended at the moment she graduated. Then she run away from home. She lost her family and friends. She lost everyone except her husband. When she gave birth to Nymphadora her new family became her everything and she was happy even though she wasn't the popular girl anymore. Years later her daughter got married and fell pregnant. Everything was perfect until everything was lost. Andie was left with a baby and unlike 25 years before there was nobody to help her. She would unalive herself if she didn't have to raise her grandson. All by herself.

Bellatrix was always afraid of pain and blood. When she was about 18 she got fascinated by Dark Lord's ideology. Not long after she realised that asking questions means being tortured. She became perfect death eater not only because she believed in the ideology but also to avoid pain. She was using the most painful spells on her victims but not the ones which caused a lot of blood. She got used to blood enough to not be scared of it but she didn't like to look at it to the end. The point was, she had to. Lot of deatheaters enjoyed seeing blood. She, as a leading one was almost everywhere and everytime. She had to pretend proud, happy and insane during others were commiting crimes full of blood. She was insane indeed but she was laughing just to hide the fear and disgust. Luckily she was good at acting so everyone was sure that she loved watching blood. Ironicaly her death was fast, almost painless and there was no blood.

[honeymooneyy]

Missed You

When Sirius came back, Remus felt as if he was living in an alternative reality. Everything he had believed for the last decade was wrong. No, Sirius did not murder his best friends. No, Peter wasn't dead and he had been the one to murder James and Lily. No, Sirius wasn't going back to his childhood home.

And that's how Remus ended up hiding in his bedroom, trying to compose himself. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Sirius Black was sitting on his living room couch, watching the telly Remus had switched on in a panic.

Remus wasn't completely sure what the Order had expected him to do. But they had shipped him off to Remus, considering the two had been dating - completely disregarding the fact that it has been more than a decade since the two have even seen each other.

Taking another deep breath, Remus slipped out of his bedroom and to the living room where Sirius was sitting patiently. When he turned to look at Remus, his heart dropped. Sirius was here in his apartment, but at the same time, this man sitting in front of him wasn't Sirius.

Sure, he had the same dark hair and silvery eyes as his best friend, but the similarities ended there. His hair was matted and Remus knew that Sirius would have never let it get to that point if he had a choice. He cherished his hair, often claiming it to be his best feature. His eyes lacked that playful shine, instead just watching Remus with an empty stare, his dark circles looking painful. Just his whole demeanor had changed - gone was the confident boy whose personality took up the whole room. Instead sat a sad man whose happiness had been stripped of him.

Remus itched to grab a hold of his twitchy hands - no, just hold him in general. Instead he busied himself with a list of things to do.

"Are you hungry? I can make you some food before I leave to get you some clothes and toiletries. Shit, you don't even have any shoes, I'll get some, I don't think your shoe size changed, right? Merlin, how would you even know? Ignore me." Remus knew he was ranting, but he couldn't stop himself.

"I'm fine. I know this is asking a lot, but do you know what happened to my stuff?" Sirius glanced around the room, obviously noticing how much their once shared apartment had changed.

Remus cringed at his words, "I'm so sorry, I didn't- I don't have it. I thought you had- I didn't think you were coming back."

"S'okay, I shouldn't have expected you to keep it." Sirius' voice was still croaky and he had to clear his throat every couple minutes.

Without a word, Remus just turned for the kitchen and grabbed him a glass of water. When he handed it to Sirius, he ignored the way it sloshed onto his lap in his shaky hands or the way it dribbled down his chin when he drank it sloppily. When he wiped the back of his mouth with his jacket sleeve, Remus noticed the state of his clothes.

"Here, let's find you something better to wear," Remus began, turning to walk towards his room. "I don't have any of your old stuff, but I'm sure you can fit in mine."

Sirius followed him wordlessly. That's another thing Remus noticed in the past couple hours he had gotten Sirius back - he rarely spoke, only really talking when he needed to. But to be fair, he had just escaped Azkaban a couple weeks ago, and the past night or so had been tiring. With the dementors and Dumbledore and the Order, the poor man was still in the clothes he had been wearing since he escaped.

Opening up his closet, Remus sifted through his many sweaters for one that would be the most comfortable for Sirius. When he turned around with the softest one he could find and a pair of sweats, he was surprised to see him looking at the dresser. On top were a couple photo frames and knick-knacks littered around.

Sirius reached for one of the four of them, his fingers brushing over James' face and then his own. Upon realizing Remus was watching him, he flinched back, bringing his arm back to his side.

"It's okay, you can look at them," Remus assured gently. "I have tons more if you want to see?"

It had been easy to throw away Sirius' stuff back when he was consumed by anger and betrayal. But all the photos of their memories at Hogwarts? He couldn't even bring himself to look at them, instead stuffing them in a box and into the back of his closet.

"It's fine, I don't want to bother."

"Sirius. I don't mind, really." Remus handed him the clothes which he accepted gingerly. "You aren't bothering me. I wish there was more I could do."

Sirius just gave him a nod before glancing down at his clothes then at Remus, panic filling his face. Remus made the decision for him, heading towards the door and shutting it behind him. He released a sigh as it shut.

God, he missed his old Sirius.

He resented Azkaban for what they had done to him. Furthermore, he resented the Ministry. How do you let an innocent man rot in jail for so long? Was there really no way for anyone to have known it wasn't Sirius who did it? For god's sake, someone could've gone back with a time turner to see what happened. But internally, Remus was slapping himself for not knowing.

How could he have stood by and let his best friend - his lover - be accused of such a crime and go to jail? How could he have blindly believed that Sirius would actually betray them - his family.

Remus' thoughts were interrupted when Sirius emerged from the bedroom in the new clothes. When reaching Remus, he straightened his back a bit, clearly trying to mend the damage Azkaban had left. It broke Remus' heart.

"Would you like some tea before I leave?"

Sirius' eyes widened and his voice shook, "You're leaving?"

"Just to get you some clothes and stuff. I'll be back," Remus promised.

"It's okay, I don't need any right now. Please just stay?" Sirius pleaded and Remus knew he couldn't disagree. Especially not right now.

"Okay. I'll make us some tea then?"

Sirius nodded, trailing after him as he went to the kitchen to set a kettle on the stove. As Remus grabbed Sirius' favorite mug, his stomach dropped. Yes, he knew now that Sirius was innocent, but what was he doing these past few years? How could he have let himself keep Sirius' mug and who knows what?

Deep down, Remus knew the answer. He was always going to be in love with the Sirius he grew up with. When Sirius was locked away, Remus pushed away the memories of the Sirius he had spent the last couple years with - the war-struck Sirius. Not the one who pulled pranks with James or brought him chocolate frogs after full moons or the one who stayed up all night after Remus had a nightmare.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he set the little table with the tea, sugar, and a tiny pitcher of milk. Sirius sat across from him, pulling his cup towards him while Remus busied himself with adding sugar to his tea. When he glanced up, he realized Sirius was still sitting there, staring at the tea. 

“Sirius?” 

Sirius’ sorrowful eyes flickered up, and his voice was small, “It’s been thirteen years since I’ve had tea. I don’t even- I forgot how I take it.” 

“That’s okay, Padfoot, I remember,” Remus assured, the nickname rolling off his tongue. “Two sugars and a bit of milk.” 

“Two sugars and a bit of milk,” Sirius echoed, watching Remus stir it in. “I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry? You’ve got nothing to be sorry about, it’s just tea.” 

“I’m sorry I’m just here and you have to deal with me. I know I’m not the same.” Sirius’ voice sounded so dejected it pained Remus to see him like this. 

“I’m not dealing with you, Sirius. Did you forget that we’re best friends? It might’ve been thirteen years, but that doesn’t change anything. I’ll always care about you.” Remus couldn’t help himself, he rounded the table to pull Sirius up and into a hug. “I’d never be upset that you changed. It’s been more than a decade, and you were literally living in hell on earth.” 

Sirius melted into the hug, burrowing his head into the crook of Remus’ neck. His voice was muffled, but Remus had no problem hearing him, “It’s been so long.” 

Remus had to stop himself from pressing a kiss to his head. “I know.” 

“I hated it there, Remus, I hated it. All they do is feed on your happy memories, I’ve forgotten so much. I don’t even feel like myself, this isn’t Sirius. I lost Sirius so long ago.” His voice was breaking and he clutched the fabric of Remus’ shirt. “I missed you.” 

Remus just held him tighter as he felt the tears press against his skin. “I missed you more than anything. I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I wish I had done something.” 

Sirius immediately pulled away, heat in his eyes. “No. It’s my fault, I switched Secret Keeper. If I hadn’t then James and Lily would’ve been alive, Harry could’ve- Merlin, poor Harry.” 

“How could it be your fault? It’s not your fault for trusting Peter, he was our friend. He was our best friend. We couldn’t have known.” Remus reached out to take Sirius’ hands in his own. “It’s no one’s fault but Peter’s.” 

He knew Sirius wanted to argue, but he just gave a nod. He fidgeted with Remus’ fingers before dropping them, returning back into his shell. Remus knew he couldn’t blame him. They had to take things slow. 

And for Sirius, Remus would do anything. 

[remuslupininskirts]

The thing is that people always talk about how Sirius would look at the full moon when in Azkaban and think about remus, you know the head cannon. I’m about to ruin this for you.

it was very likely that sirius was in a cell without a window because think how many different prisoners are there, not all of them would get a window to the outside world while there.

For 12 years sirius might have never seen the sky or the moon and he wouldn’t be able to track it. Especially since he went a bit insane while there. He wouldn’t know when the full moon was. He wouldn’t know when remus was hurting.

But also even if did have a window he it would be likely that a lot of the tine he wouldn’t be able to see it anyway, overcast, rain, storms, they were in the middle of the ocean after all.

Sorry just thought I would help to ruin your day :)

Lowkey I just thought I would share my pain with the world

[make-me-your-hoe]

"FUCK YOU MY CHILD IS COMPLETELY FINE!"

'Your child has to create a romantic relationship with the guy who was wrongly imprisoned for 12 years, at night when trying to sleep!'

[cityofimagines]

hi my loves! just a question for you all....which imagine would you rather see next, gally or post azkaban sirius? i have ideas for both but i wanna put out what you guys wanna read!! shoot me a message or a comment & lmk 🤪💓

[halyles]

Maybe someone has already talked about this, but I just realized something:

Remus Lupin spent years thinking that 2 members of the Maraudeurs were dead (James & Peter), and 2 of them were monsters (Sirius & himself). YEARS thinking one of his closest friend was dead and the other was the murderer.

And then he learns that Peter is the traitor, that Sirius suffered 12 years of the worst torture for wizards (Azkaban, dementors and all those joyful things) and that for 12 years he has been wrong. And he can't decide which version is better.

[ashesandhackles]

Speaking of Sirius, one surprising thing about him is how right he often is. He was right, in his own way, about Barty Crouch Jr, as he was about Regulus, even his parents ('cold feet') and he was also right about Snape in 'Padfoot Returns', he was even right about Percy coming back eventually. The tragic thing was that while he was often a good judge of character, the two times he wasn't correct, with Peter and Kreacher, it was his downfall. I think he does have plenty of empathy that allows him to see that 'the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters', which sets him apart from James, who in my opinion, had a more more black-and-white view of the world (alongside Lily). In that, one of their main differences will always lie neatly. So I do believe he could see the bigger picture, but only if he were as emotionally detached as possible from it (Barty, Percy) as opposed to (Peter, Kreacher). It's just a shame that he wasn't allowed fo develop his emotional intelligence much. People often believe the Azkaban effects were mental and while I agree, I believe they were also 100% emotional. Sorry for the rambling

Agree with most of this too (although i may have quibbles with emotional intelligence thing because I think he demonstrates plenty of it with Harry, even post Azkaban. Perhaps you mean emotional regulation?) - except I suscribe to an interpretation of Lily who does not have a black and white world view. She was friends with Snape and turned a blind eye to his radicalisation for quite a while and many other ambiguous things - I talk about it in this ask

So in the way I interpret them, James is the only one with the privilege (and it's absolutely because of his upbringing that he has that kind of world view) to be very black and white - Sirius, Lily, Remus all bring very different things into James' life and perspective, imo. And i love the line about "world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters" by Sirus. It is so astute and also that he says this after admitting that mild mannered Remus bitches about Umbridge 😂

[tisayemate]

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started: 18/10/24

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Note: I write for PostAzkaban!Sirius Black and Professor!Remus Lupin (not in the marauders era, because there just aren’t enough people who write about the older men)

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I've just seen your James Potter story and its so good! I;m not sure if you're taking requests but if you are maybe a post Azkaban Sirius x younger reader (reader is like tonk's age)?

OMFG BABES IM SO SORRY I JUST SAW THIS AHHH

i don't think this is very good, but i hope i did your request some justice.

THANKS SO MUCH LOVE FOR THE SUPPORT AHHH

Green With Envy 

Warnings: age gap (reader is same age as tonks/charlie weasley), fluff, kissing, cursing (i think?), angst? if you squint? its really just jealous siri

Opening the door to the London home, 12 Grimmauld Place, you are met with an instant scene of chaos.

Fred and George, whom you have grown to love over the many years of knowing their older brothers, chase around a fifteen year old Ronald with an enlarged spider plush. The laughter from their younger sister, Ginny, can only be described as maniacal as she watches the scene unfold from the rickety staircase.

Shouting from, what you have had the displeasure of hearing, Mrs. Walburga Black's portrait rings throughout the dusty home. Well, until you hear the sound of a man's voice you have became quite close with.

"MOTHER! WOULD YOU STOP YOUR YELLING!" Sirius Orion Black, in all of his glory, yells walking out into the foyer of his despised childhood home.

Upon entering he is met with your smiling, well more like grimacing face, holding your bags you have packed on his request.

"Y/N? When did you get here?" he questions taking your bags from you. "Kreacher!" A small and wrinkly house elf appears from the air, "Take Lady Y/N's bags to my room. She's going to be staying here for a while." Sirius says quickly, while turning to you with a wink, the elf begrudgingly takes the bags, cursing under his breath, only something you can assume is about the excess "blood traitors" and "mudbloods" inside his mistress' forsaken lair.

"Siri. I've missed you, darling" you instantly are met with his embrace and a quick peck on the lips from the man.

"Love, if I knew you were coming today, I would have done some cleaning," Sirius says guiding you towards the kitchen.

"No you wouldn't have." you retort back quickly, inside the kitchen you are met with the smiling faces of the Weasley's and your boyfriend's long term friend, Remus Lupin. Quick greetings are exchanged before the Weasley matriarch is rushing you to sit and eat, all the while claiming you look as though you haven't eaten a proper meal in ages.

But, before you can begin to devour the delicious food Molly has served for you, a handsome face you have had the pleasure of knowing enters the room.

Charlie Weasley. Long-time best friend and school mate, enters the run down home with bags and a charming smile gracing his face.

Instantly jumping up, you run to embrace your dragon loving friend. For it has been nearly two years since you last seen the man. Living in Romania, and you still in London, studying to become an Auror, you both find little time to visit each other. The many letters exchanged between the pair of you, are clear proof to your friendship's strength.

However, something rivaling that strength, is the grip the eldest Black brother has on his cutlery. If it wasn't for Remus placing a calming hand on his bicep, it would not be a surprise if Sirius broke the silver in two.

"I didn't know you were coming. Godric, Charlie! It has been ages!" you exclaim excitedly moving out of the way for the brother to be embraced by his many other family members.

Grabbing his hand you lead to red head to the seat next to yours, which happens to be directly in front of your steaming partner.

"It was last minute. But, when the Order calls, you have to answer" laughter is heard throughout the room, and the jovial sound continues to fill the space throughout the dinner.

Yet, Sirius Black seems to not find this situation amusing. Anytime Charlie makes you laugh, grabs your hand, or rests his freckled arm around the back of your chair, his grip on the wooden table seems to strengthen. Nearly stark white hands are something the jealous induced man has become accustomed to.

He's the one who should make you laugh. He's the one who should grab your hand. He's the one who should rest an arm around the back of your chair. He is. Not some dragon loving ginger, who has waltzed into his home. You are his.

Finishing up the dishes, you bump hips with your friend. The night had been filled with laughter and memories the boy has brough up from the past. But, something seemed off throughout the night. You just couldn't seem to place it. Shaking off this feeling, you bid Charlie goodnight and make your separate descents up to your separate bedrooms.

After a few missteps, and opening of the wrong doors, you find the one with a sleeping Sirius Black. Or what you thought was a sleeping Sirus Black.

Quietly, tiptoeing your way through the room you change quickly into comfier clothes and finish getting ready for bed in the on suite bathroom. It's not until you slowly climb your way into the shared bed does to man make any indications of being awake.

"Nice of you to finally realize I existed," he says bitterly.

Making yourself comfortable under the thick duvet, you send a confused glance toward the brooding brunette.

"What?"

"This is the first time tonight you have even talked to me."

"What are you on about, Siri?" You turn your body to face the man and lay side by side.

"It is obvious I do not interest you enough. Its clear young and hip Charlie Weasley , is all you can care about."

"Baby, I have no idea what you are talking about. This is just the first time I've seen him in over two years."

"S'whatever." He huffs dramatically, rolling over so his back is know facing you.

"Nu-uh. Do not pull that shit with me Sirius Black, what is your deal?"

Turning back around, he looks towards the ceiling, and quietly sighs. "I get it, okay? I am older, you are young. You have so much more life to live and I have wasted half of mine in a cell. You deserve someone like him. He will make you happy-"

Quickly cutting off his dejected rambling with a short kiss, you sigh, "Sirius Black. I love you. Only you. Okay? I don't care that you are "old" I love you for who you are. How you make me feel, okay? Charlie is just a friend and that's all he ever will be. Y'know why? Because I have you by my side."

"God, my love, I adore you so much."

Opening up his arms you quickly scoot your way over and snuggle deeper into his embrace. Listening to his steady heartbeat and breathing, it takes only a matter of minutes to enter a deep sleep.

Wrapped in the arms of the older man, you had never felt safer and more loved.

And he felt the same.

fin

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sirius black was done dirty and i’m mad about it

So you might have seen my big post about how dumbledore is a scumbag for his treatment of Harry, but like, Sirius was done so dirty by this motherfucker I cannot even. It makes me genuinely furious.

Think about it for a minute; Sirius is this wildcard kid. He’s raised in an abusive household, which he eventually flees, and ends up living with the Potters. His parents, in addition to being abusive, are also wizardnazi sympathisers, and Sirius’ younger brother, Reggie, grows up to actually BE a wizardnazi (he ends up being a crucial thorn in Voldy’s side and turns coats later, but he has to have actually joined in earnest).

Sirius is not a quiet, broken little thing in a straightforward sense. He’s a particular flavour of damaged which results in him being loud and brash. He simultaneously loves and loathes himself; he prances around like a show pony and kisses anything that breathes but ultimately beleives himself to be unlovable. He acts fast and rash because he doesn’t have a strong handle on his emotions. He doesn’t understand what healthy love and affection looks like, and often he’s mean to people because keeping them at arms length is less scary than letting them in. When he does allow people to get close, he is fierce, frightening and irrationally protective of them. Stand between Sirius and his friends and he will rip you limb from limb. Because he doesn’t really value himself or his own life, he’s way more likely to throw himself into dangerous situations, either because it allows him to feel fear in a way he can control, or because he genuinely doesn’t care if he lives or dies but DOES care if his people get hurt. Probably most of the time it’s a combination of the two. This is why his dog animagus form is so appropriate for him, imo; he’s not loyal and obedient like a labrador, he’s protective, he’s pack-driven, and he will protect his pack At All Costs.

Dumbledore has watched this kid roll in from the Black family and get sorted into Gryffindor. Dumbledore is a smart guy; he knows this will complicate Sirius’ relationships with his family. No biggy, really. Dumbledore has other shit going on; Voldybaldy is gaining power with frightening speed and ability. Every day the war gets closer and closer to Dumbledore and the school he has chosen as his stomping ground. Sirius getting ostracised is probably a good thing from a distance; the likelihood of him becoming a Death Eater is slimmer.

As he progresses through school Sirius is getting to be more and more of a nuissance. He, James, and Peter are in and out of detention all the time. He notices Sirius is becoming preoccupied with Remus Lupin; this could be a good thing in two respects. Remus is even less likely to end up outside of society if he has social ties, and you hoped him to make friends at school for this reason when you fought for his place. Sirius and James might even shake Remus out of his shell a little bit, maybe direct him towards being able to control himself when in wolf form, the way Fenrir Greyback can. Only this wolf would be on your side (maybe I should also write a ‘How Dumbledoodoo fucked over my boy Remus’ too). Dumbledore likely also hopes, as Remus assumes, that Remus will be a guiding light to his new friends and perhaps curb some of their less desirable habits. But the shenanigans continue, only more on the DL, more efficiently. Remus and Sirius become closer than Dumbledore had anticipated because he has a ton of internalised homophobia and assumes straight until proven queer and it won’t have occured to him that people he did not previously think of as particularly important have so complex a set of inner lives as to be creatures that fall for each other.

The extent to which Sirius will do anything, a n y t h i n g, to strike back at those who have hurt the people he loves becomes clear in his fifth year when he sends Snape into the tunnel under the whomping willow after Remus. Can you imagine how furious Remus would be with him for using him that way? Can you imagine how hurt he would be that Sirius did not even consider how he would feel if he killed someone? None of this would have occured to Sirius. He wanted to see Snape torn to shreds. Wanted him hurt, dead. Wanted him to suffer. How dare Snape insult his Moony? Did Snape think it was cool and fun for this to happen to him every month? Did he think it was a fun little puzzle to solve? Remus is not a puzzle and he is suffering, but he’s not meek and vulnerable, and he can stand up for himself. The obvious answer to this problem, to Sirius, is let Snape solve the riddle and then let Remus rip his head off. Easy, straightforward.

Thank god James went to Dumbledore and explained what was going on because had Remus actually killed or even hurt Snape in his wolf form, he may never have forgiven Sirus for facilitating it. As soon as this is pointed out to Sirius, it is plain to everyone there that he intensely wishes he could take his actions back but there is nothing he could do. And that moment where the egg cracks, where he realises he almost fucked up in a way that would mean one of the people he cares about most in the universe would never speak to him again, that would have happened when Dumbledore called him, James, Snape and Peter to his office after Snape’s life had been saved. Dumbledore would have watched these emotions blossom on Sirius’ face (maybe even sneaking a peak at his thoughts whilst he was at it). He would have known the intensity of Sirius’ feelings, his regret, and the reasoning as to why this unfolded. Dumbledore is not a stupid man. This is why he allows them all to return to school life as normal immediately afterwards with no more serious repurcussions than a slap on the wrist.

So at this point Dumbledore knows - does not suspect, k n o w s - that Sirius is reckless, loyal to a fault, and would go to any lengths imaginable to defend his friends, and their honour he probably also knows now Sirius is madly in love with Remus but that’s neither here not there even if it is important to note.

Time goes on, they finish school and become members of the Order. It’s not confirmed in the books but it’s fairly safe to assume from context that to be a member of the Order you have to have Dumbledore’s trust, in some capacity. In practice, that means Dumbledore reckons he’s got something on you and when it comes down to it, he’s the one holding the cards so you’d have to side with him for your own benefit. He’s earned James, Peter has never been a particular problem, Sirius owes Dumbledore his honour, and Remus would have had literally no opportunities in life were it not for Dumbledore. Thus, a loyal set of additions to his little wizardnazi fighting team.

The prophecy happens, James and Lily’s son is implicated, you know this part of the story. And they are killed by Voldy and Harry is packed off to the Dursleys to become an obscurial and the rest is history. But Sirius. S I R I U S. Sirius ends up in Azkaban for murdering Peter and a bunch of muggles. Yeah, surface level, to an outside observer, maybe this would make sense. Sirius was always a troublemaker, he came from a pureblood, traditionally Slytherin family with ties to voldemort. It would make sense it was him that betrayed Lily and James and also that he would kill Peter for challenging him. IF you only had a very scant awareness of Sirius Black, which we have already established, Dumbledore does not. He knows quite a lot about Sirius, actually. Has a firm grip on what he’s like.

See, Dumbledore never offers to be James and Lily’s secret keeper. It wouldn’t matter that he was an obvious choice, even if that was the reason he gave them. Voldemort is scared of Dumbledore. He would not have dared attack him, and besides, that is just not how the Fidelius Charm operates. Let it be one of the friends, and Dumbledore assumes James and Lily would choose Sirius because it’s Sirius, and he probably would have nudged them in that direction. Why? Because Sirius is rash and loyal to a T. If anyone is going to get killed, weaken the Fidelius charm by having a bunch of people as secret keepers instead of just one because he dies, it’s Sirius. Oh he’d go down in a blaze of righteous glory. But Sirius, by now, has learnt this about himself. He knows. So he tells James and Lily to choose Peter instead.

Dumbledore may not have explicitly known this, but he would have known that Sirius would have died before he betrayed his friends. He was probably actually counting on it. Knowing he was at the wreckage at the Potter’s home in Godric’s Hollow would have, should have been enough for Dumbledore to add up these pieces of information and infer that it was not Sirius who was secret keeper. The Fidelius Charm did not break; Peter gave the secret up. And when Sirius went to confront Peter, if Dumbledore had not yet worked this out, he should have guessed at this point what had happened, because of how Sirius was, what he’d have felt about Peter betraying Lily and James.

Anyway, none of the guessing really matters because had Dumbledore even visited Sirius just once, before his trial or after, he’d have heard the full story and put the pieces together. But he didn’t. He didn’t bother because Sirius wasn’t directly important to his plans. Because Sirius was supposed to die and weaken the charm anyway so Dumbledore could have his baby martyr. It didn’t go exactly as Dumbledore had thought, but it worked out mostly to his devices, so why bother asking Sirius for the details? Who cares if he is wrongfully imprisoned? He was always a pain in the neck anyway. 

I could go on but this is actually really long now hahahahahaaaaaaaa. yes so consider this pt. 2 of why dumbledore is the worst.

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11/10-11/16

I know you were probably expecting me to be updating like crazy due to the Quarantine

Yeah... well... I kinda got into ANOTHER fandom and am currently working on a GIGANTIC fic for that one... so that’s what happened there.

On top of having to transition from traditional learning to online/distance learning for the last bit of my last semester in college.

I think I’ve finally got it figured out so expect me to update at least regularly again.

Here’s the Google Link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GrIGw6mgSMIrV_5Rhdp6HiW_7Z97bHAE4rLTF1zy6UY/edit?usp=sharing

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Hace mucho tiempo leí esta reflexión de Helena sobre Jk y me sentí taaan identificada... Comparto punto por punto lo que dice y aún añadiría alguna cosa más, así que dejo el post para que destripemos un poco entre todos a Jk y echemos las malas vibras fuera.

"Mi relación con J.K.Rowling es de auténtico amor-odio. Tengo que amarla porque es la creadora del Potterverso y amo al Potterverso, pero... ¿realmente tenía que hacerlo tan mal?

1.-Los niños son niños.

En principio, no tengo nada en contra de los Malos que son malos porque sí. No necesito que Tolkien me explique de dónde salen las ansias de poder de Sauron. No necesito que Stoker me cuente nada de Drácula ni Conan Doyle de Moriarty.

Porque son adultos.

Pero cuando sacas a unos niños de once años al principio de un libro y me dices que la cuarta parte de ellos son, sencillamente, malos, desagradables, tramposos, marrulleros y carentes al parecer de cualquier cualidad positiva.... Ahí me matas.

Los niños son niños, aunque sean de Slytherin. No se puede señalar a un niño de once años y etiquetarlo como malo y quedarse satisfecho. No puedo creerme que Draco, Pansy, Greg, Vince y los demás sean así de nacimiento, no puedo creerme que no merezcan una oportunidad, no puedo creerme que ni uno solo de ellos evolucione. ¿Era mucho pedir una pequeña reflexión sobre por qué Draco y compañía son así? ¿O que uno de los alumnos de Slytherin, al menos uno, diera señales de albergar siquiera un atisbo de bondad? ¿Alguien se imagina cuánto se habría enriquecido la trama si un alumno de Slytherin se hubiera acercado a Harry y le hubiera dicho "yo no creo en Voldemort y quiero ayudaros"? Yo sí me lo imagino. Rowling, por desgracia, no.

2.-Rowling hace trampas.

¿Qué es hacer trampas? Hacer trampas es obligar a los personajes a actuar de manera ilógica porque le conviene a la historia. Que Harry no use la Capa de Invisibilidad para espiar a Draco en las duchas o en su habitación y averiguar si lleva o no la Marca Tenebrosa es hacer trampas. Que los Potter decidieran nombrar Guardián de su Fidelius a algún amigo en vez de serlo uno de los dos, es hacer trampas. Que Harry olvide que tiene los espejos que le dio Sirius sólo porque necesitas cargarte a ese personaje es hacer trampas. Que Sirius haya decidido pasar doce años en Azkaban simplemente porque sí, pudiendo escapar como animago, (culpa, quizás, pero eso no se dice tampoco y resultaría igualmente exagerado), es hacer trampas. Muchos escritores hacen trampas alguna vez, pero la saga de Harry Potter se sostiene prácticamente gracias a ellas.

3.-El punto de vista de Harry.

Narrar las cosas a través de los ojos de un solo personaje facilita mucho las cosas a nivel de misterio, pero las complica si has elegido a un mastuerzo y pretendes que se entienda a los otros personajes. ¿Alguna vez os habéis preguntado por qué Hermione tiene que hacer esos largos discursos sobre por qué Ron está enfadado, Cho llora o Sirus y Molly discuten?

Porque Harry no es capaz de descubrir esas cosas por sí mismo.

Desde el punto de vista de la narración, ceñirte a la perspectiva de un solo personaje te da una visión subjetiva de lo que está sucediendo. Rowling, en mi opinión, la maneja bien en muchos aspectos (considerando que ha elegido a un zoquete en cuestiones de psicología, como ya he dicho), pero se queda muy corta en otros, especialmente en el sentimental. Cuando a un chico de quince o dieciséis años le gusta una chica, ya sea Ginny o Cho, suele fijarse en el físico, pero hay más descripciones del pelo, ojos y complexión en general de Draco Malfoy que de ambas chicas juntas. Obviamente, es un libro dirigido a un público juvenil y es de esperar que se pase por encima de ciertas cuestiones fisiológicas-nadie espera una frase en las novelas del estilo "Harry se quedó mirando a Ginny con aire embobado y de pronto sintió una ligera presión en los pantalones"-, pero no habría quedado mal un par de "Harry se preguntó si el pelo de Ginny sería tan suave como parecía" o "Harry se dio cuenta de que se estaba preguntando qué sentiría al besar a Ginny", ¿no? Es que es más expresivo al hablar de la varita de Draco que de la chica.

4.-Dumbledore.

Si Dumbledore es uno de los magos más inteligentes del mundo mágico, no me extraña que Snape esté tan amargado en sus clases.

El gran Dumbledore se estrena a lo grande en el primer capítulo cuando, a pesar de las advertencias de la profesora McGonnagall, deja al pequeño Harry en manos de sus tíos. Y todo por un hechizo de protección que cualquier mortífago con dos dedos de frente y algo de iniciativa habría anulado matando a Petunia Dursley. Así que los tíos de Harry se dedican a maltratar psicológicamente al niño mientras el pequeño Dudley se ocupa del maltrato físico durante diez años, sin que Dumbledore haga nada por impedirlo. En uno de sus momentos más incoherentes, al principio del sexto libro, les dice a los Dursley: "...no ha conocido otra cosa que el abandono y, muchas veces, la crueldad. Lo mejor que se puede decir es que al menos se ha librado de los atroces perjuicios que le han ocasionado al desafortunado muchacho que está sentado entre ustedes" (pag. 60, ed. Española). Es decir, que los Dursley nunca podrían haberlo hecho bien, porque son unos malos padres. Entonces, Dumbledore, si McGonnagall te lo advirtió, si la señora Figgs debió de contarte cosas, si se sabía que dormía debajo de una alacena... ¿por qué no hiciste algo para remediarlo?

Pero si como asistente social es desastroso, como director de Hogwarts es un peligro público. Prácticamente todos los años algún alumno está a punto de morir. Deja que Draco se dedique a tratar de asesinarlo sin ponerle trabas, aunque eso esté a punto de costarle la vida a Katie Bell y Ron Weasley. Consiente que un grupo de alumnos de catorce y quince años se prepare para una guerra bajo el ridículo sobrenombre del Ejército de Dumbledore. Y además, ese colegio es como una zona de paso para mortífagos: Peter Pettigrew, Snape, Barty Crouch jr, Quirrell... Hay más Marcas Tenebrosas rondando por Hogwarts que en una convención de magos oscuros. Si yo fuera Harry, empezaría a desconfiar del viejo.

5.-El profesorado.

Veamos alguno de los profesores que ha pasado por Hogwarts:

-Quirrell: estaba transtornado y tenía esa pequeña erupción cutánea en la parte posterior del cráneo...

-Gilderoy Lockhart: ¿por qué? No, en serio, ¿por qué?

-Lupin: adoro a Lupin. De verdad. Pero no sé yo si es bueno meter a un hombre-lobo en Hogwarts, qué queréis que os diga. De hecho, Lupin está a punto de comerse a Harry, Ron y Hermione como si nada. Aunque eso sí, al menos era un profesor excelente.

-Moody: pues si no fuera porque en realidad es otro mortífago disfrazado y estrella alumnos convertidos en hurones contra paredes y suelos... pues tampoco era mal profesor, el hombre.

-Sybill Trelawney: la mujer ha hecho dos profecías en trece años. A eso lo llamo yo un excelente rendimiento laboral, sí, señor.

-Profesor Binns: no se ha dado cuenta de que está muerto.

-Hagrid: el muchacho no tiene estudios y cada dos por tres está a punto de desgraciar a algún alumno, pero se supone que se lo debemos perdonar porque tiene un gran corazón.

-Profesor Slughorn: pues no debe de ser muy competente, porque, aparte de que nunca pilla a Harry copiando del libro, cuando Ron cae envenenado delante de él, no sabe qué hacer para salvarlo y es Harry quien lo hace.

Y luego Lucius es malo por querer que pongan a otro director en Hogwarts.

6.-Las contradicciones de J.K. Rowling.

Hay cosas que se dan por sentadas y son absolutamente falsas. Por ejemplo, se supone que, mientras que Snape es parcial con los alumnos de su casa, los otros profesores, especialmente los relacionados con Gryffindor, son un ejemplo de ecuanimidad. Pero lo cierto es que McGonagall se salta el reglamento para dejar jugar a Harry al quidditch en primero y en tercero le da el giratiempo a Hermione. Además, ¿alguien recuerda a algún profesor de Hogwarts que no sean Snape o Umbridge dándole puntos a algún alumno de Slytherin?

Los Weasley son, a menudo, usados como ejemplos de que hay magos de sangre limpia que adoran a los muggles. Sin embargo, ninguno de ellos tiene amigos muggles y no se tratan con el pariente squib de Molly (no aparece ni en la boda del séptimo libro). Los Weasley, de hecho, parecen pensar que su padre es un poco estrafalario por sentir ese interés por los muggles.

En el quinto y sexto libro hay insinuaciones de que muchas familias de sangre pura están empezando a degradarse genéticamente por la endogamia, pero al parecer éste es un mal que sólo afecta a las familias que por tradición pertenecen a Slytherin. Los sangre pura de las otras tres casas, como los Longbottom, los Weasley, los Potter son inmunes aunque también se casen entre primos.

El hecho de que los magos vivan hasta los 150 ó 160 años no está tampoco bien reflejado en los libros. Para empezar, nadie se refiere nunca a sus bisabuelos o tatarabuelos, cuando todos deberían tener un montón de ellos. En el sexto libro, por ejemplo, Draco menciona a su abuelo, Abraxas Malfoy. La respuesta que le da el profesor Slughorn sugiere que murió a una edad avanzada. Considerando que Lucius Malfoy nació en la década de los 50 -el año no oficial suele ser 1954-, nos encontramos con que Abraxas Malfoy no tuvo a su hijo hasta, probablemente, pasados los cien años.

7.- El concepto de justicia en el mundo mágico.

La única manera de que Sirius Black pudiera pasar doce años en Azkaban siendo inocente era, aparte de hacer trampas (véase apartado dos), crear un sistema de justicia absolutamente delirante y medieval. En el mundo mágico no existe la presunción de inocencia, no hay abogados, no hay fiscales y a veces, como en el caso de Sirius, ni siquiera hay juicio. Por supuesto, no persigue la rehabilitación del delincuente, como en las sociedades occidentales, sino su castigo. El penal de Azkaban, además, es una especie de lúgubre Guantánamo en el que las condiciones higiénicas dejan bastante que desear (no hay más que ver la mugre de Sirius cuando sale de allí) y en el que se practica sistemáticamente la tortura psicológica contra los presos, que se ven abocados a una depresión severa que termina volviéndolos locos. El castigo máximo, sin embargo, es la dementorización, cuyo equivalente muggle sería una trepanación cerebral severa, que deja a los delincuentes convertidos en un montón de carne vacía.

Es verdad que Rowling ha criticado en entrevistas todo eso, pero en los libros sólo lo critica cuando alguien pasa injustamente por estas penurias, como Sirius, Hagrid o Stan Shunpike; no hay señales de esa crítica cuando los implicados son culpables, como Lucius, Bellatrix o Barty Crouch junior. Es decir, que Harry y los demás no parecen estar en contra del sistema, sino los veredictos de culpabilidad falsos.

Yo preferiría un libro en el que defendieran abiertamente que la tortura nunca es una opción, ni siquiera cuando se aplica a culpables.

8.-Los prejuicios contra Slytherin.

Son siete libros oyendo hablar de la unidad de las Casas, siete libros oyendo que importa lo que uno hace, no lo que es, pero cuando llega el momento, ni un solo alumno de Slytherin se queda a luchar en el lado correcto. El único Slytherin que lucha en el bando correcto es Snape y Dumbledore comenta "a veces sorteamos demasiado pronto", insinuando que su valentía y su compromiso con los buenos indican que no debió terminar en Slytherin. El propio Dumbledore también le dice a Harry en una ocasión que no debe de importarle el hecho de que el Sombreo quisiera mandarle a Slytherin porque lo que importa es que él, Harry, no quiso ir. Así que, a pesar de las palabras de Harry en el epilogo, de ese indescriptible Albus Severus, de abogar que nos definimos por nuestras acciones, resulta que si eres un Slytherin de verdad (no uno de esos pobres desafortunados como Snape, que era bueno, pero fue sorteado demasiado pronto) eres, por definición, malo, cobarde o imbécil o las tres cosas por definición. Sólo con un puñado de Slytherin luchando contra Voldemort, el mensaje habría sido cierto. La mesa vacía de Slytherin es una vergüenza no para las serpientes, sino para el mensaje que se supone que Rowling intenta transmitir. (Y eso por no hablar del juicio sumario al que es sometido Scorpius Malfoy en el epílogo, quien obviamente no puede ser bueno siendo hijo de quien es, y un futuro Sly).

Por otro lado, no habría estado de más señalar que muchos alumnos de Slytherin tenían a sus padres o parientes en el otro bando; la elección, para ellos, no es tan fácil.

9.-Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Draco Malfoy.

Tengo la impresión de que Rowling ha sido especialmente surrealista en el caso de estos tres personajes. Veamos caso por caso.

-Sirius Black. "Parecía ya en proceso de convertirse en un padrino tan imprudente para Teddy como Sirius lo había sido para él". ¿Qué? O sea... ¿QUÉ? ¿A qué viene eso? Lo que sabemos de Sirius es que adoraba a Harry cuando era un bebé, que corrió a matar a Peter en cuanto comprendió que había matado a los Potter, que aceptó una condena sin juicio en Azkaban durante doce años porque se sentía culpable de haber confiado en Peter, que huyó de la cárcel en cuanto supo que su ahijado podía correr peligro, que le pidió que viviera con él si llegaba a solucionarse su situación legal, que le apoyó en todo y le legó todo sus bienes. Y de repente, sin más, porque a Rowling le da la gana, Sirius había sido un padrino imprudente. Pues vale.

-Remus Lupin. No me extraña que Remus se pase todo el libro diciendo eso de "Soy Remus John Lupin, hombre lobo, etc", porque la inmensa mayoría de los lectores no terminábamos de estar seguros de quién era aquel tipo. Durante cuatro novelas, Lupin había sido descrito -y había actuado- como una persona madura, inteligente y sensata. El primer atisbo de OOC fue su relación con Tonks; slash aparte, tuvimos que tragarnos sin más que un hombre de treinta y siete años, de aspecto bastante clásico, se había enamorado de una chica de veinticuatro con pintas de rockera. Pero en el séptimo, la relación se convierte en un culebrón impresionante en el que Remus quiere abandonar a su mujer embarazada y regresa con ella gracias a la intervención de Harry, famoso por su penetración psicológica y su experiencia en las relaciones de pareja. Para terminarlo de arreglar, su muerte es poco más que una nota a pie de página. El último de los Merodeadores muere y ni siquiera sabemos quién lo mató. (Sí, Rowling lo ha dicho en una entrevista, pero si no está en el libro, no cuenta). ¿Cuál será el recuerdo que todos tengamos de Lupin? El de un hombre que no sabía usar condones.

-Draco Malfoy. Draco tiene doble personalidad, el pobre. Cuando a Rowling le conviene que Draco sea un rival poderoso para que su derrota deje a Harry en buen lugar, el chico es listo, hábil y un mago competente, como durante el duelo del segundo libro o la pelea en el baño del sexto. El resto del tiempo, es un cobarde que llora por todo y no tiene más presencia de ánimo que una hoja de lechuga. Por cómodo que resulte, creo que los personajes no deben cambiar de personalidad a gusto del autor.

10.-Porque no hay homosexuales.

En los libros de Harry Potter hemos visto criaturas de todas las especies, magos blancos, negros, asiáticos, mulatos, de origen hindú y africano, sangrepuras, sangresucias, mestizos... Pero ningún gay y ninguna lesbiana. De hecho, el matrimonio Lupin/Tonks tiene tan poco sentido que uno podría pensar que está tratando de acabar con las teorías Remus/Sirius. Por desgracia, esto no es sólo un problema de Rowling.

Pero la verdad es que cualquiera que piense que la literatura infantil o juvenil no son sitios adecuados para que aparezcan personajes homosexuales, estará demostrando que tiene aún muchos más prejuicios de los que cree. No hay nada de malo en ser homosexual y no es algo que no deba de ser mostrado a los niños. El día en que en una historia como la de Harry Potter aparezca algún personaje homosexual, como algo perfectamente normal, sabremos que realmente la orientación sexual ha dejado de importar."