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imaginejamesandsirius · 8 months ago

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Sirius was 16 when Regulus was born, and ran away when Regulus was only a couple of months old. He and James are happily married and have a son together, Harry (who was born 1980, like canon).

One day Sirius is visited by a Wizard Solicitor with a Will telling him that he’s inherited half of the Black fortune, and is now also has custody of his younger brother, who is a about 8 at this point.

Sirius assumed that his brother had been the perfect child for his parents, he expects a blood-purist spoiled brat — instead he’s got a child who’s abuse makes his own (which was already severe) seem like nothing.

Just Sirius feeling guilt for abandoning Regulus, feeling responsible for his abuse, and he and James trying to give him the best life possible — and Harry being adorable, and Regulus and him becoming the best brothers, which makes Sirius feel complicated feelings.

((A/N: Mentions of child abuse))

Anger and discomfort. That's what Sirius felt when his father pushed a week-old baby into his arms and said, "Hold him until your mother gets back."

The new baby, his new brother, sixteen years younger than him, Regulus, whimpers pathetically. He tries to rearrange his arms so the baby won't start screaming, but does he know anything about babies? He's never really been around one before. This is maybe the second time he's held one, and he would've been happier if it had stayed at one.

"Why can't you bloody hold him?" Sirius asks as Orion backs away. "He's your stupid son."

"As are you," Orion replies dryly, a familiar angry glint in his eye. "So do as I say and hold your sodding brother while I get a drink." He leaves, long strides taking him from the room far faster than Sirius can chase after him. He doesn't like the fact that he has a sibling now or that he's supposed to wait here until Walburga gets in-- whenever that's supposed to be-- but he doesn't want to bash the baby's head into the door, so he has to stop following their father and wait in the room as requested.

He sighs, gives the door an impotent kick, then gingerly makes his way to a chair. It's easier to hold a baby while sitting, right? He's heard that somewhere. Maybe, if he's lucky, Regulus will stay asleep. Or is he awake and just not crying? It's hard to tell which when his face is so scrunched up. Sirius isn't sure. As long as he's quiet though, he doesn't care.

He knows what a new sibling means. His parents didn't say it in as many words, but they didn't need to; he knows that he's a disappointment to them. He's said a hundred times (to James), that if they could replace him, they would. And now they have.

His parents don't like each other. They don't have sex for fun. They purposefully conceived Regulus so that, once Sirius is gone, they'll have a new heir. Sirius knows that he won't be here much longer. It's a toss up whether he runs or they throw him out. He thinks he's going to run; he'll be able to pack all of his things that way.

He glances down at the (thankfully) still quiet baby in his arms and hates him, just a little bit. Right now, he's fine. He's a baby. He doesn't have personality, he's trying to figure out going to sleep and eating when he's hungry. But when he grows up? Sirius turned out alright, in spite of their parents. Regulus probably won't turn out the same. Andromeda noted to him once, in the corner of one of their family gatherings, "It's fifty-fifty if one of us isn't utter shite. It's like, you and I turned out good, so Bellatrix and Narcissa have to be piss." Sirius laughed, knowing the truth in her words; Uncle Alphard, present but apart from the others like they were, was a clear sign. They could turn out good, but it wasn't a guarantee.

If Sirius is fine, then what does that mean for the future of this newborn baby? He'll grow up under Walburga and Orion's watchful eyes and the 'benefit' of hindsight that raising Sirius will have given them.

Sirius will grow to hate him. That stir of anger, to that future, to their parents, is still there. "Sorry, mate," he whispers. Angry or not, he pities him.

There's a knock on the door, and James answers. "Hullo. Erm, can I help you?"

"I'm a solicitor, my name is Joe Byrne." He holds a business card out. It's a deep green, almost black but its colour is visible from the sunlight shining on the doorstep. "I'm here to speak to Sirius Potter."

James takes the card and glances down at it. The sigil stamped to the background and the skate of magic underlining his information like an errant drop of water mean he's old money-- which means he's likely connected to the Black family. "I don't know what business you could have with him."

"I presume you're his husband, James Potter?"

"That's correct."

"Mr. Potter, are you aware that his mother recently passed?"

"Yes-" it was in The Prophet "-but she disowned him. I know children are usually in the will even if they're estranged, but this isn't a usual situation."

Mr. Byrne doesn't appear bothered by this. "The will has been read. What Walburga Black may or may not have done to disown your husband in a social manner wasn't reflected legally, so I need to speak with him."

James knows he's being overprotective by thinking anyone connected with the Black's-- even professionally-- is bad for Sirius. So he swallows it down, tucks the card in his pocket, and says, "Okay. Please, come in. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Please. Thank you."

James waves his wand to get things started in the kitchen and leads Mr. Byrne to an armchair. They're both quiet as he sits. Another wave of his wand brings the teapot out, the tray and cups trailing behind it. He can't remember if it's polite to pour for him or not; it's been so long since he tried to be proper, and that was occasionally, not all the time. Bloody hell, he shouldn't care about this, and he doesn't, really, but he's nervous. Sirius's parents are an old scar, but they are a scar. What's the point in putting pressure on that scar again? For a single galleon that his mother left, just to spite him? "Go ahead," he says, motioning to the tea service, "and I'll go get Sirius."

Mr. Byrne thanks him, so even if it was a mistake, it's a small one.

James isn't looking forward to this. To any part of this. He didn't even want to let the solicitor in, but now he has to tell Sirius that he's here, and he likes that less. He heads to the backyard, where they were soaking in the sun for a few hours while Harry's at the Longbottom's.

Sirius glances over when he walks out, then frowns. "You alright?"

"There's a solicitor here for you. From Walburga."

"I don't imagine we'd have anything to discuss."

"I said the same to him, but he claims you're in the will." James holds out a hand to him and tries to smile. "Best to get it over with."

Sirius sighs but agrees, taking his hand and joining him inside.

Mr. Byrne introduces himself to Sirius before opening his briefcase and removing a sizeable folder. "I apologize for coming to your home to discuss this, but my letters didn't receive any response and certain matters need to be taken care of quickly."

"We received quite a bit of post after her death," James says by way of apology. None of the letters were welcome; they'd burned the lot of it without sifting through to check senders.

"I understand," he replies, accepting. Then he looks to Sirius. "In summary, you are now the Head of the Black family. There's quite a bit of details to get through in relation to that, but we can schedule an appointment for that if you prefer. The most urgent matter is that of your younger brother, one Regulus Black. Since your mother's death, he's been staying with a member of S.U.B.S., but the hope is to transfer him into your custody as quickly as possible. There are a few forms I need your signature on, and then you'll be his legal guardians." Mr. Byrne is very efficient about the whole matter. As he's speaking, he retrieves a quill and inkwell from his briefcase. By the time he's done, the inkwell is unstoppered, and the corresponding forms are facing Sirius and James.

Two minutes ago, they had a three year old and struggled with that. Now they're being told they have to raise another kid, one who's older and they've never met.

Sod everything.

Sirius and James have a certain idea what Regulus will be like. Sirius was raised in that house, he knows what life was like before he went to Hogwarts, and Regulus is eight. He was snooty and cold and unused to anything like James and Sirius as they are now; Regulus will be the same, possibly worse.

The first glimpse they get of Regulus makes them rethink that assumption.

The first conversation they try to have with him crushes that assumption beneath a harsh hammer and grinds it up afterwards. At first, Regulus is too loud, too aggressive. Then, he's quiet, almost not daring to breathe, and he shrinks away like he expects pain. When none comes, he flees to the loo with a murmured excuse.

"That's not normal," Sirius whispers to James. They need to talk about it, but he doesn't want Regulus to overhear. And, given what just happened, he doesn't want to go too far from him.

"Definitely not," James whispers back. "D'you think they hurt him?"

"That's what it looked like, but it doesn't make any sense. They wanted to make him the perfect son to replace me." He shakes his head. "This doesn't follow."

"Maybe he's skittish from losing his parents and living with strangers," James says, but he doesn't sound like he believes it.

Sirius doesn't believe it either, but he says, "Yeah. Maybe."

"Are you going to lock me in the basement?" Regulus asks one day over lunch.

Sirius wishes Harry weren't here for this, and James wishes that there was a warning before someone asked something so horrible like that.

"There's no basement," Harry informs him. "Uncle Peter's house has a basement, but he says I can't go in." He's too young to understand the horrible implications in Regulus’s question. To him, it's a question on the same level as 'can I go in Dad's potion lab' or 'can we have dinner early today'.

James tries to smile. "Right. Like Harry said, no basement. I don't know why we'd do something like that to you anyways."

"The full moon is tomorrow night."

His stomach sinks, because that didn't sound like a different topic, and he doesn't want to ask, but he has to. Sirius braces himself and asks, "Why is that important?"

"They put me in the basement for my transformations."

He blinks. "Transformations?"

"When I become a wolf." Regulus said it as if this was information they already knew.

Sirius and James both force themselves not to react; there's no point in making him think it's a bad reaction. "Right. You don't have to do that anymore, we have something else worked out." They'll have to figure it out tonight. It'll be easy, since they can both transform and keep him company, but finding a suitable location will be a bit of a challenge-- and finding someone to mind Harry while they were both gone, helping Regulus, won't be easy because of the short notice.

"I should've taken Regulus with me when I ran away from my parents," Sirius says, staring up at the ceiling and hating himself for something eight years past. From the corner of his eye, he can see James pause.

"You're not blaming yourself, are you?"

He says nothing.

James sighs, a quiet, sad thing, and pads over to the bed. He sits and places a hand on Sirius's shoulder. "We were sixteen. We couldn't have raised a kid."

"We would've figured it out," Sirius says stubbornly. He's convinced that it's true. They had Harry a little earlier than was wise, but they had each other, so they were able to get through it. It would've been the same with Regulus; they would've been scared and stressed with juggling everything, but they would've managed it.

James lays down. He throws one leg over Sirius's and curves his arm to smush between them so he can hold his hand. He should probably look up at the ceiling with him, but instead he stares at Sirius. His jaw is set, eyes tight, and he's glaring at the red paint like it's done him wrong. "I know you feel bad for him. I do too, but there's nothing we could have done-"

"We could've helped," Sirius cuts in, voice hard.

Mm. He isn't going to make this easy, is he? James keeps himself from sighing again, knowing it'll only make Sirius more defensive. "Okay. Humour me. You're sixteen, and you show up at my house with a baby in your arms. My parents let you and Regulus both live there. We-"

"I know that it wouldn't have been easy with Hogwarts, but-"

James is the one to cut him off this time. "I wasn't talking about Hogwarts, I was talking about Walburga and Orion. If you'd brought him with you, that would be kidnapping. Do you really think they'd let that slide? The law would've been on their side, and they would've wanted him back."

"They treated him like rubbish!" Sirius says, turning his head to glare at James instead of the ceiling. "He's a werewolf; they wouldn't have raised a finger."

"He wasn't a werewolf back then."

A retort is on the tip of his tongue, but he hesitates when that penetrates his fog of guilt and self-recrimination. James is right; Regulus wasn't a werewolf. He doesn't know when he was bitten, but it had to be after he left. "I still think I should've been able to do something," he eventually says, feeling helpless and hating it.

"You didn't know. And it doesn't seem like anyone else knows; they kept it locked down. All we can do is focus on how much better parents we're going to be to him," James says with a grin.

Sirius snickers. "Yeah. Doesn't sound like it'll be hard."

"We'll blow them out of the water."

Harry thinks it's fun to have Regulus around. Where James and Sirius are sometimes too busy to play with him exactly the way he wants, Regulus is always free-- and, importantly, always willing. Regulus and Harry both are enjoying the novelty of living with someone close to them in age. Hell, Regulus is enjoying playing. So much of it, he seems to be experiencing for the first time (like he's never had a playmate), but sometimes he does act the five years older than Harry that he is, knowing what Harry wants before he says a word.

It's pretty damn cute no matter which way he's acting. He talks more now, which is a marked improvement on when he first moved in. He doesn't fully trust Sirius and James yet, but they've got plenty of time to build off that, and he does trust them a little. He doesn't expect for them to berate him over nothing; he doesn't expect for them to lock him away on full moons or when he gets 'too annoying'. James gets frustrated with the slow pace sometimes, hating that Sirius has to remind him that baby steps are the only way they'll make progress. Raising Harry is, by comparison, easy. He's known them his whole life, never had reason to doubt that they'll be there for him or keep him safe. Dealing with raising both of them at the same time, with these differing viewpoints, isn't easy, but they're surviving.

Regulus and Harry wore themselves out playing. Sirius, as Padfoot, joined the fun, and he's feeling lethargic as they head inside. When he curls up to take a nap, Harry joins him automatically, pillowing his head on thick fur. When Regulus sees the way Sirius doesn't shake him off, he joins them, arm over Harry and head resting on Padfoot's gently moving chest.

James comes home, takes a photograph before any of them can wake, then tiptoes around the house, wanting them to have as much peace as they can. It's not an easy family, not one he ever thought they'd have, but it's good. Regulus fits in, taking on the role of Harry's brother, with Sirius more like a father.

#fanfic #prongsfoot #bambibelle #james potter #sirius black #harry potter #regulus black #filled #established relationship #married #no voldemort au #post hogwarts #raising harry #siriuslystarbucks

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coyotelip · 2 months ago

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on my way back home i was thinking about sirius watching harry step on his first hogwarts express as 11y.o., and he starts crying because of his memories of james exactly the same on the day they first met. and if harry reminds him of james a lot before, now sirius can't find the right timeline because of their similarities.

he only realized he's not a child himself anymore when train starts its ride and sirius is still there, on a platform, looking at harry through the window.

honestly? I cried myself then and crying now, I wanted to write that as cute scene for my wolfstar series, but what I've realized with 7 parts in it, every single time when I want to write it fluffy and warm, I end up spiraling through the grief and pain.

#marauders #wolfstar raising harry #sirius black #james potter #prongsfoot #harry potter

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padfootastic · 2 years ago

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OKAY SO THIS IS SOMETHING ME AND MY FRIEND DO THAT I SORTA NOW HC J & S TO DO IT AS WELL and i need you- queen of prongsfoot to tell me weather if they also would do this or this sleep-deprived me talking

so every year basically on our birthdays we send each other letters. and by sending I mean hand delivering it to them cause we live two mins away

but it just always has this format right? the address while following the normal format didn't contain the actual working address ala harry potter style kinda like for ex

ash/resident of everlasting patience and stupidity/ mountain of discarded coffee cups/ 16000 pictures in phone gallery street

but then the letter would be the most beautiful piece of ode to friendship to each other and just her and she shines my world and just e v e r y t h i n g.

like my description of notes is this should be so emotive that the reader is reduced to tears laughs and everything in between and those letters (more like a 5 page essay) is something that is one of my most cherished thing to get yearly.

and if you want to add angst to it, imagine sirius finding all those old james letters for each one of his birthday and one maybe for his 22nd one that he didnt get to read for lets just sya reasons

the way i saw u write this in real time and still took so long to get to it 😭😭 i should be locked up i s2g.

no okay but listen!!!! ur onto something here!!!

so. because i’m me, i’m gonna add an aspect of generational/familial history to it. so, imagine like fleamont and/or euphemia writing letters for james on his birthdays, right? and it’s filled with these heartfelt, funny messages and he cherishes them a lot. brings them to hogwarts and reads them when he’s feeling upset (only making himself more homesick in the process lol)

and then on sirius’ first bday in hogwarts (which is only a couple months in, yeah?) he sees that he gets a terrible, horrible letter from his family that doesn’t nothing except scold him/humiliate him and how it hurts sirius. SO. in a bid to restructure his perception of bday letters, james borrows from his own tradition & starts writing letters for sirius. he’s so filled w affection always that it’s absolutely not a problem for him to fill pages upon pages. (and u can even add the address thing as way for j to make it funny so sirius laughs!!)

so yeah, james starts it and slowly, hesitantly, sirius does the same. he’s never as proficient at it as james is, because he’s not as emotional in the first place, but whatever he writes is always heartfelt. (also, in a creative sirius scenario, u could hc that he draws something or composes music just for james and that’s equally sentimental but w/o being so horribly revealing?)

and like yeah, imagine then that james has got his 22nd bday letter all written and stuff bc he’s a little dork who never leaves stuff until the last minute unless he can help it, right? and despite doing this for a decade (a decade!!! they only had a decade together!!!) he’s still so fucking excited to write a fresh one bc he loves gifting and making people happy etc etc, and so he writes it, and keeps it in a nice little envelope w the potter seal embossed on it, just waiting to give it to sirius & see his expression (fav part) except.

except he can’t.

and when sirius enters the house, he sees james’ cold, dead body lying on the floor first, but once he gets up from the ground, he spots the envelope a few feet away and lets out a howl like never before. reads it so obsessively he can recite it, each word hitting like a stab in the heart.

(or, alternatively, u can imagine him somehow discovering the letter post-azkaban after he’s spends dozen years being psychologically tortured, reliving the potters’ deaths, and believing himself to be the cause of it. u pick)

(and of course, once sirius escapes, he does the same for harry. and to parallel james & sirius, the letter he writes for harry’s 16th is left in GP and harry only finds it after the war—or even during when they halt there—when he’s cleaning it up or wtv and basically breaks down all over again)

#james potter #sirius black #harry potter #good godfather sirius black #also!!! queen of prongsfoot 🥺🥺 my HEART #this got so long hehehe #but i just. could see it So Well #sirius writing harry letters absolutely happens in an AU where he raises him #can lowkey imagine jily writing letters for harry too #god i just. love letters so much #they’re so precious #contain so much history #a TANGIBLE evidence of one’s love & regard #‘i am thinking of u’#hnghhhhhh #pen’s (delayed) asks #pen’s notes

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ivedonemywaiting · 1 year ago

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New Chapter of Long Lost and Left Wanting is up! Mind the CWs in the notes xx

“Do you still love him?” Lily's clothes and her hair were dripping wet. She’d hadn’t even thought of rain boots or her brolly, rushing out before she could lose her nerve. Sirius’ eyes widened in shock. “Are you alright? Did something happen?” He asked, gently. “I need to know,” she exclaimed, more than a little desperately. “Do you still love James?” Sirius stared at her for a long time. “No,” he said finally, steady, sure. She believed him. “I haven’t for a long time. Come on in, hey? I’ll make you some tea, get you some dry clothes.” So she did, embarrassed, but Sirius hushed away her apologies as he plied her with blankets and a cup of tea spiked with whiskey. He told her a story about a boy who’d grown up knowing nothing but crushing expectations and harsh words, until another boy filled his life with sunshine, and showed him he deserved better. That it took him a long time to recognize love comes in many different forms, and that doesn’t make the love worth any less. Something in her friendship with Sirius solidified after that, strengthened by honesty and confessions whispered in the darkness. Lily sees now the undeniable love between Remus and Sirius, something good and pure and true, the adoration with which they look at each other. The easy touches and stolen kisses, the heat that lives in their caresses.

#long lost and left wanting #my fics #modern au #wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar raising regulus #past prongsfoot #jily #everybody lives/nobody dies #sorta #wolfstar #wolfstar fic

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jmagnabo92 · 2 years ago

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It’s Not Your Fault

Part 9 of Sirius and Harry Bonding Series

AO3

Harry's brooding after the event with the snake and Sirius has to find a way to help Harry through it by giving him his special present.

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Despite the fact that Sirius had become quite the confidant for Harry in the last few months (their near-daily mirror talks had skyrocketed Sirius to Harry’s go-to person – even more than their letters from the previous year had), he finds himself at a loss when it comes to Harry. For whatever reason, his kid was absolutely refusing to be around anyone else in the house, including Sirius. Even though the previous night, he had confided in him a bit.

He sensed from Harry’s tidbit about his dream that Harry is worried that he’s somehow responsible for the attack on Arthur and from the looks on the Weasley kids’ faces didn’t exactly help. Once Arthur was established as stable, they’d sent the kids to bed. Harry hadn’t come to second breakfast/lunch but was taken to St. Mungo’s with everyone else. Afterwards, he claimed to be tired, but hasn’t come out for dinner.

Sirius couldn’t sleep last night/this morning and hadn’t felt any better when Harry refused to come to lunch despite the best efforts of his friends (including Hermione, who had ditched her own parents to be with them instead), Harry continued to hide and now, it was almost dinner with no sign of him.

Harry was likely brooding and considering doing something crazy like leaving headquarters and running away to protect the ones he loved. He’d heard enough of the kids’ conversation to know that they believe Harry might’ve been possessed because Moody and the other order members around Arthur’s bed had talked about it with the kids nearby and those extendable ears.

Poor kid. Clearly, his friends hadn’t dispelled him of the notion.

Knowing that he needs to get Harry to talk to him, he sends the kids downstairs, leans against the door and pulls out the mirror. ��“Harry.”

It takes multiple calls before a puffy-eyed Harry appears in the mirror. “I’m not in the mood to talk, Sirius.”

“I think we need to talk, Kid,” Sirius states, his eyebrows raised at Harry’s use of his name. He’d always called him ‘Pads’ since the day before the school year started whenever it was just the two of them. “I can help – at least let me try.”

Harry’s clearly uninterested in responding as he doesn’t even look at Sirius through the mirror.

“Alright, kid. We don’t have to talk, but I do have a surprise for you. Wanna come out so I could show you? I spent weeks on it – please, come out? Just for me?”

Harry rolls his eyes and huffs out a sigh, “Fine.”

The door opens behind him, and Harry looks like a tired mess, but still rather defiant. “Where’s this ‘surprise’?”

Sirius grins and grabs his hand and leads him up the stairs. They make it to the third door next to Regulus’ room on the children’s floor. The plaque read Harry James Potter’s Room.

Harry looks at him, “What’s this?”

“Your surprise. Go on, look inside.”

Harry hesitates but is clearly curious and slowly enters the room. He walks to the middle of the room, which is decorated with all of Harry’s favorite things, and pictures of his family – Ie, his parents, Sirius and himself. There weren’t many, but Sirius hoped to rectify that. He’d included photos of when Harry was a baby. It’d taken him a while to find them all – sneaking out of headquarters with Dobby to find them at his old flat (which had been willed to him by his Uncle Alfred and visiting Andy secretly while Tonks was gone because she would mention his excursions to Remus or Dumbledore and Sirius didn’t want the Order to know). Harry’s spinning around looking at everything in utter shock before sitting on the queen-sized bed with golden sheets and a deep red blanket since he’s used to the Gryffindor dorms’ color.

He looks shocked. “This is – for me?”

Sirius smiles as he moves in front of Harry, “I offered you a home when I was almost freed, and I couldn’t follow through. Now, I – I know that I – I can’t fully offer you to stay while I’m technically still on the run. I – I want to, but with the Ministry paying close attention to you, it’s hard… Dumbledore has to approve when you come and – and…” Sirius shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter, the point is – this is your home, I know it’s kind of depressing and I’d rather we live anywhere else, but … this is what I can do for now. Someday, when I get the chance to be free and prove my innocence, we’ll get a new home, and we’ll design it ourselves, and it’ll be exactly everything we both want because I want you with me – you’re my kid, and we both deserve to have our home together as a family, but for now, I wanted you to have your own room and know that you’re not a guest here – you’re at home here with me.”

Harry’s quiet for a long time and Sirius is almost afraid to look at him, worried than he made a mistake, that Harry didn’t want to be with him – live with him or have a home with him. That maybe Harry eagerly accepting Sirius’ offer had just been the excitement of the moment (discovering a godfather, his innocence and potential freedom), that even if he had asked if he could live with him when he was worried about getting expelled, it was just because he didn’t want to go back to the Dursleys, not be with Sirius, and that just because he wants to spend the holidays with Sirius doesn’t necessarily want a home with him. It could be that he was just worried and wanted some comfort and assurances, not that he actually wanted to live with Sirius… especially when Grimmauld Place was not his idea of a good home… there could be so many reasons that Harry seemed somewhat interested in staying with Sirius, but maybe… maybe… maybe…

“Of course, if you don’t –” Sirius is cut off when Harry suddenly throws himself in Sirius’ arms. He buries his face in Sirius’ neck, getting it all wet from his tears, and mutters something about never having a home before. “Oh, Kid, I love you. I always wanted you here, I just come with some complications, and I wasn’t sure if you would want to…”

“Of course, Pads!” Harry says, leaning back and wiping his tears. “I’ve always wanted to live with you ever since you offered, but I thought – maybe you didn’t want me to, especially with the other day...”

“Of course I did, Kid. I’ve always wanted you with me. I’ve been wanting to make sure you’d be here for holidays for weeks – same thing with last summer, but…” He shakes his head and smiles. “So, do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it! I – I get to stay here for the holidays?” Harry asks, his eyes sparkling in excitement. “This room is really mine?”

“Yes, I’ll have Dobby move your things – that elf really loves you,” Sirius smiles. He’s thrilled with Harry’s response to the room – happy that after worrying for so long that he wouldn’t be able to give Harry a place to call his own that he finally can. “He helped me buy the stuff and – er – helped me sneak out of here, completely hidden, I promise. So don’t worry.” He pauses, and says, “But don’t tell anyone – I was careful, but they don’t need to know.”

“Of course I won’t tell.” Harry smiles, “I’m glad you got to get out safely. You were so happy when you were out and about as Padfoot when you took me to the train, I worried about you being stuck inside.”

“I’m feeling a lot better these days, this project for you helped distract me. Sometimes, it’s projects that can help quite a bit,” Sirius states. “Distractions can be great.”

He knows it’s not fair to bring up whatever was bothering Harry right now, but he needs to be sure that his kid is actually doing okay. Whatever happened had shaken him, and he just wants to make it better.

“Until you bring it back up again,” Harry states, giving him a look. He lets go of Sirius and sits back on the bed. “Thank you for this –”

“You’re welcome,” Sirius grins, pleased.

“– and I suppose that you want me to talk about what’s wrong?” Harry sighs, as he finishes as if Sirius hadn’t interrupted.

Sirius moves to sit on the little couch by the wall across from him, “Well, I want you to do whatever you want to do that will make you happy. If that’s confiding in me – well, then, I’ll be happy, but as always, I won’t force you to share with me. I’ll just tell you that I love you and I’m here for you whenever you want to talk.”

Harry bites his bottom lip, clearly uncertain about whatever’s bothering him, but after a quiet few minutes in which he looks around at all of the things Sirius had included for him, including some books on defense and other things. The pictures, the items, and the mirror now his sitting beside him clearly helps.

Finally, he says, “I’m worried about the fact that I can see into his mind – it’s not just his moods anymore. I dreamt about him before, but it has gotten so strong and – and I felt like I was the snake that bit Mr. Weasley. I thought – what if I could get possessed or something? What if he’s looking through my eyes right now and – I – I can’t be the reason someone else gets hurt.”

“Harry, kid, that’s not possible. Yes, you’re seeing in his mind, but he can’t possess you, and it’s incredibly hard to purposely look into your mind from that far away, even in person, it would be incredibly difficult. It’s easier when you’re sleeping, and your defenses are down. Even if he were to attempt to possess you, you wouldn’t remember it. Possession generally leaves you to lose hours of your life – just like the imperious curse does. You’re uncertain, you can’t remember… there’s many ways that it’s obvious.”

Harry pauses. “So… if I – I remember everything than I’m not… I wasn’t…”

“It’s not your fault, Kid,” Sirius assures him. “Whatever happened no one blames you and you shouldn’t blame yourself.”

“But I – I heard them and the looks that they gave me afterwards, it’s just…” Harry looks utterly terrified at the idea of possibly being the reason someone gets hurt.

“It’s not you, Kid. We all know that. He did it, he was possessing the snake, not you,” Sirius assures him.

Harry sighs, clearly he’d been worried about it because of the stupid Order members. Sirius will have to make sure those members get a talking to about the situation. “I’ve been afraid to sleep just in case it happens again…”

“You shouldn’t be, Harry. Like I said – we did think your scar pain would happen more now, and you’re seeing more, but that doesn’t mean that he can or would possess you. It is a bit of a concern, but not for that reason. Actually, I think I have a few ideas on how to help you, not sure it will because your scar is special, but I can try.”

“Thanks, Pads.” Harry yawns, clearly tired.

“Okay, Kid, why don’t we get your something to eat and then you can get some actual rest?” Sirius suggests.

“What if it happens again?”

“Well, I can stay with you, if you’d like? As Padfoot. Protecting you from the nightmares?”

“Would you?” Harry questions, eyes hopeful but uncertain. “It’s not too much to ask?”

Sirius smiles, “Of course not, you’re my kid, I’d do anything for you.”

“Thanks, Pads. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

***

When they next awoke, Sirius could tell that Harry was feeling much better. “A good rest then, Kid?”

Harry nods. “I felt safer with you here – this bed is pretty special, too.”

Sirius grins, “Comfiest one we could find. Only the best for my kid. I’d do anything for you.”

Harry smiles, “Your kid.”

“That’s right, kid,” Sirius smiles. “You’re my kid, and I’d give you the world if I could.”

“Would you – maybe –” Harry stutters, shakes his head and stops.

“Come on, Kid. You can ask me anything – you know that,” Sirius assures him.

Harry looks uncertain, but nods after a few minutes. “Would you sleep here – like this? I just felt safer with Padfoot here… but it’s not fair to –”

“Harry, kid, stop.” Sirius smiles at him, “I want to help you in any way I can – I spend a lot of time as Padfoot, if you want me to curl up as Padfoot while you sleep, I’d gladly do it. Anything to help you.”

Harry’s eyes widen, “You really mean that?”

“Of course,” Sirius repeats. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know – it just, can’t be comfortable.”

Sirius laughs, “I spent most of last year in a cave – sleeping as Padfoot, I spent most of the year before in the forest – sleeping as Padfoot, I spent years Azkaban – sleeping as Padfoot, and this year? I still spend most of my time sleeping as Padfoot. I do somewhat better now that I have a real bed, but I certainly don’t mind sleeping as Padfoot.” He smiles. “Especially if it helps my favorite kid.”

“I’m your only kid,” Harry laughs.

“You don’t know that, maybe I have other kids hiding somewhere,” Sirius jokes, when Harry suddenly looks uncertain. “I’m just kidding – I haven’t had sex with a woman –”

“Gross – I don’t need to know about that.”

Sirius laughs and continues as if Harry hadn’t interrupted. “– so I can’t have more kids out there. You’re my one and only kid, but you’re still my favorite, I promise.”

Harry smiles, “Thanks, Pads. I appreciate you.”

“I love you, Kid.”

“I love you, too.”

***

Sirius can’t help smiling as he leans in the doorway of Harry’s new room. He’s showing it off to his friends. Ron had been put out that Harry had his own room, but ultimately, Harry managed to point out that he's never had his own room before – the room he uses at the Dursleys is Dudley’s second bedroom. That and Sirius had worked so hard on it that Harry wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

Sirius is just happy that Harry seems happy with it.

“The twins did apologize in case you’re wondering,” Remus says from behind him. “I assume that’s why you’re watching them.”

“That’s not it at all. Although I’m happy to hear it,” Sirius states, genuinely. “I just wanted to see him be happy. This is the first time that he has his own room to show off – it’s just nice to see how excited he is.”

Remus smiles, too. “And you’re proud that all of that work over the last few weeks that you did.”

“I can’t be proud of my hard work?” Sirius teases. He knows that Remus is just kidding. Things had been getting better between them and it feels natural to joke around again.

“I think it’s good that you’re proud. I think having such a project on your hands helped you, too.”

“Hmm-mm, I think it’s less pride of what I’ve accomplished and prouder of the fact that I could finally given him some sense of the home that I should’ve given him all that time or at least since the end of his third year.” Sirius looks down, feeling guilty that he hadn’t given Harry the home he should have given him all along. He couldn’t help feeling that James and Lily would be disappointed in him. “He just deserves a home – even if this place sucks.”

“You know that it’s not your fault, right?” Remus asks, prompting Sirius to look at him. “You know that we had no way of knowing that Pettigrew would do what he did (or when he did) or that he would escape that night when you had to go on the run.”

Sirius shakes his head looking down at his engagement locket that hangs around his neck that Dobby was able to find as it had returned to his flat when he was thrown in Azkaban. “Pettigrew was a rat, literally. I should’ve known – I should’ve been there that night.”

Given that this has been a frequent topic over the last few months, particularly since Sirius’ birthday, it’s no surprise that Remus seemingly drops the subject to ask, “What’s that?”

“It’s – it’s a locket.”

“Yeah, that much I gathered – I know what a locket looks like,” Remus teases.

Sirius moves back slightly so he’s out of the room and the kids won’t be able to hear him. “It’s my engagement locket that James gave me – Dobby found it at my flat.”

Remus frowns, “Engagement locket?”

“Yeah – er – James knew that he couldn’t propose to me properly because no one knew that we were willfully sharing him. So, he bought this locket and engraved it – planned a whole special night that was ruined by the Order’s surprise engagement party for James and Lily. I was jealous and spent the next week avoiding being at home – went to my flat. Until they tricked me back home – Lily and I talked – and James proposed the next morning with this.”

He lifts the locket, which Remus takes a closer look at it. The engravement reads: James and Sirius Potter, 1976 to Forever.

“See the engraving? He wanted me to know that I’m a Potter even if we had to wait until we could come out after the war… only it ended in devastation.”

He sighs, “And that’s why it absolutely is my fault. I should’ve been there! I never should’ve gone on the mission that week or decided to stop by the rat’s place because something felt off – I should’ve never left or gone straight home.”

“You couldn’t have known it would be that night – we wouldn’t have any idea,” Remus insists.

“I should’ve been there.”

“It’s not your fault, Sirius. It was just meant to be – they were meant to leave us, and you were meant to be here to eventually be here for your kid,” Remus counters. Then nods at the kids in the room, including Harry, who’s looking at him in confusion. “And believe me – Harry would rather you be here.”

Sirius nods, and waves at Harry to show that everything’s okay. “I know – he told me not to blame myself when we talked the night that I gave him the mirror. I just…”

“It’s hard to get over it,” Remus finishes. “I just want you to know – it’s not your fault.”

“I know – I just go through phases – especially being here, reminded of my worst memories even without the dementors,” Sirius states. “But it is the holidays, and I could put my guilt aside to make sure that he finally has a good holiday.”

“I’m sure he appreciates it.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

#Sirius Black #Harry James Potter #Sirius & Harry bonding #Sirius raises Harry #Remus Lupin #Weasley Kids #Prongsfoot mentioned #Mirror Talks #Au 5th year #Sirius & Harry #Sirius and Harry Saturday

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impishtubist · 2 years ago

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chaos of midday,

harry is actually sirius’ and james’ not james’ and lily’s <3

HELLO WE LOVE MIDDAY AND MID-AFTERNOON CHAOS.

Omg yes, I love this idea SO MUCH. There are so many ways this could play out. Sirius and James could have been in a secret relationship, and James could have accidentally knocked Sirius up, and then they find out about the prophecy, so somehow James and Lily faking a relationship and Sirius pretending to only be their friend is how they plan to circumvent the prophecy but it doesn't work. Or or or! I always like the idea of Dumbledore being an evil, manipulative bastard, so I could totally see him Obliviating all three of them and planting false memories to make them think that Sirius and James aren't together and Harry isn't their kid.

I'm just riffing, but YES, love all of this.

#imp speaks #chaos night #prongsfoot #we need more prongsfoot raising harry fics tbh

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until-the-house-shakes · 4 months ago

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Prongsfoot raising Harry

James: Harry got detention. Again.

Sirius: what for this time?

James: He got in a fight.

Sirius: that’s my boy! What was it over?

James: protecting one of his friends.

Sirius: all you James… soo.. what curse did he throw?

James: his fists.

Sirius: Uncle Moony.

James: Uncle Moony.

#incorrect quotes #dead gay wizards #marauders #marauders era #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #prongsfoot raising harry #prongsfoot

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rabbileon · 1 year ago

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Well, I'm going to post the first chapter of my prongsfoot fic here, then I will update on my account.

Thanks for the tag @siriuslyasorceress :)

English is not my first language, so sorry if I had a written mistake.

Empezar de nuevo

Avada Kedavra!

October 31, 1981

Those were the words that tormented Sirius Black's mind. Screams and sobs were not what really made him nervous, not even the wailing of Harry, his godson. He knew he had a responsibility, and he couldn't even put it aside like it didn't matter.

"Is there someone who can help us?!" he yelled as he crossed the long white corridor with quirky decorations. It was Halloween, after all.

The healers rushed towards him curiously and quickly. Some muggle or half-blood wizards had the idea of decorating to keep peace for the war that was going on, but the wizards and witches were no longer scared as they had been before. The news had spread rapidly throughout the world. magical, even outside of it, word spread that the dark lord's reign of terror had finished, everyone must be celebrating, everyone must be happy, except Sirius.

It had all been his fault.

Healers sprinted down the stairs, and patients celebrating with their loved ones looked at them with great curiosity and concern, others simply ignored what was happening. Many were there because they had been victims of magical battles. He followed the healers, not caring if anyone got in the way, Harry's tears made his hair stand on end. Lupin was a few steps behind him. They had finally arrived, and the healers entered a special room, demanding the patients and cadres to keep silent. Sirius approached the door. It was closed immediately. The sounds of despair and confusion from those inside are tormented even more. He knocked on the door with great force, despair invaded him from again, he couldn't walk away, he wanted to make sure the healers did their job. Was completely blinded by the anguish he felt. He kicked the door suddenly.

"Let me in!" His breathing was agitated.

"Sirius!" The voice of his friend was not enough to calm him down.

"I have to go in!" He took the wand out of his pants and pointed decisively at the door. The treatment of remembering that spell, but the pressure from Harry's cries, the laughter of the patients. Happy and room noises blocked out.

"Sirius thinks!" Remus stepped in, sticking to the door that Black was willing to blow. "Don't do this, calm down! They're going to solve it."

Remus Lupin was one of Sirius Black's best friends, he was a half-breed wizard who suffered from lycanthropy, he had scars all over his body, especially on his face, but that was not an impediment for him to be attractive and intelligent.

"You don't understand. Get out of the way!" Sirius took a deep breath and jumped at the sound of a big sob from Harry. "I have to make sure everything is okay!"

"We can't go in there!" Remus yelled. Some patients had come out of the hallways to listen to that conversation. Some portraits were invaded by others to listen carefully. "We have to wait."

The Black heir's eyes clouded over, the pain he tried to hold back spilling over into him very intensely, he couldn't afford to feel, not until he entered that room. The sound of glass breaking prompted him to blow out that door.

"Remus, I'm going in."

His friend studied him with his eyes. He knew that nothing would prevent Sirius from entering, but at those heights, it didn't matter. The doors were recreated, and they could be replaced, but life no.

"Fine, but give me Harry."

Upon hearing that name, the patients and portraits fell silent. He attached Harry to his chest, suspiciously looking at the lycanthrope who was in front of him, as he had done a few months back. But everything had changed Remus Lupin had not been the traitor, Peter Pettigrew was. Black felt an enormous hatred towards the one who had been part of his best friends... and to himself. The baby he held in his arms was sobbing again, and the emotions he felt. They didn't help at all, even if he tried to hide it. He took a deep breath to calm down. He wouldn't let go of his godson so easily. He sweetened his voice as much as he could.

"Harry, take it easy. All it's going to be ok." Harry had a peculiar scar on his forehead, a lightning bolt to be specific. But it wasn't just any scar. It was a mark that would define the magical world. It wasn't just a child.

"Harry Potter?!" Exclaimed an old wizard from a portrait.

Both looked around suspiciously, some witches and wizards of the portraits left their respective places, and others stayed to better observe the kid. The patients approached with great curiosity, and some even shed tears. Harry cried again.

"Our savior!"

"Let me see our hero!"

"How did you survive?!"

"The dark lord is dead!"

Black pointed his wand at the patients, Lupin had drawn it too, so everyone who they wanted to see the child, they backed away in great fear. But that fear was even greater when a very tall man made his way between them, behind him, a magician holding his wand very firmly.

"Where is Mr. Black?" The tall bearded man asked, sweating on his head.

"Harry is going to stay with me." Sirius had now pointed his wand at the giant. "I'm not going to let you take it, Hagrid."

"Change of plans, Black. Dumbledore sent me to help." Hagrid responded by breathing with great force. "When I came here, I met your brother. He says that he is fine, but he is not. A death eater surprised him."

"I'm fine, Hagrid." Regulus replied, touching his arm, from which his clothes were stained with blood.

"Not true, let me see." Remus moved closer to get a better look at the wound.

Regulus and Remus had grown close because of Sirius. both had become magicians who did not trust him thanks to the war, but that had dissolved into that night. That Halloween night.

“You need a healer." Remus stared at him.

"It's not true, I'm fine." Regulus frowned.

Sirius cast a spell on his brother, causing him to float across the floor towards the hallway where it corresponded. He didn't want anything to happen to any more of her family members. Was completely terrified. Regulus ordered him to put it down, though he knew he wouldn't. Remus went after the younger Black. Suddenly the door opened, Black quickly turned and tried to pass, but the healer at the door prevented him. The man had a slight frown on his face. He tried again without success.

"What happened?" He did not like that at all, over his shoulder he heard a sound which alarmed him.

"By Melin, what's going on there?" Hagrid moved close enough to look.

The healer was a bit intimidated by the large size. Some patients approached curiously.

“Only relatives can listen to this information." The healer looked steadily at him. “The healer will speak to them only."

"I am the guardian of their son, I have the right to know what is happening." Sirius answered from the same way the magician had done it. He widened his eyes in surprise and looked at the baby who had stopped crying and was now sleeping in his godfather's arm.

"Come in Black, I'll take care of Harry." Hagrid spoke in a high tone.

Sirius did not hesitate to hand Harry over to him. He was part of the Order of the Phoenix, after all, and he trusted him. He looked up at him as Hagrid settled him in his arms.

"It's my right as godfather to stay with Harry. If Dumbledore thinks I'm going to leave him, you are very wrong." He spoke with a lot of pronunciation, when he saw the other he nodded, he turned to the healer.

The healer let him in, stepping back and hearing the door slowly close. The room was very large. The patients who were there were quietly in their beds and seemed asleep. The only light that was on illuminated the last stretcher, which was covered by large silver curtains, his heart pounded with great force.

A blonde woman was walking towards them. She was wearing a white coat and a device around her neck that made Sirius step back, his concern growing. And just seeing the sleeping patients without making any movement disturbed him. He needed answers to know what there was behind those curtains so that the healers who came out of there looked at him.

"What is happening?" He asked strongly, without getting an answer from anyone, he went back to ask desperately.

"Are you familiar?" The witch stopped a few steps from him.

"What's wrong? Why are you acting like you've…?" He choked in his own voice. He couldn't pass that. He had arrived on time… “Can someone tell me what's going on?!”

"Calm down, please. It is difficult to explain." Answered the witch with a bit of quiet, he looked sad.

"Say it once!" Sirius tried to hold back his tears, softly changing his tone from voice, I was in despair. "Please tell me not to be late.”

“Come with me. I will explain, I ask for peace of mind. the healer said softly, like if that could comfort him somehow.”

Black took a deep breath and walked over to her.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Sirius Black," he replied. I am the godfather of the son of…"

“I know, news travels fast around here.” She interrupted. "I'm the healer, Violet Fanning. If you have any doubts about what I'm going to tell you, let me know.”

Sirius nodded, his eyes fixed on her. The silver curtains at the back of the room.

"Well, I have to tell you that no one has survived the unforgivable curses. We have lost wizards and witches, especially now in this magical war that has ended. It was believed for centuries that no one could survive these hexes; however, that has changed now that we have proof that it is possible.” Fanning continues.

They passed by the bed where a couple were embracing. They were the most recent patients, the Longbottom couple. They looked terribly bad. They had a son, Neville Longbottom, who was in the hands of his grandmother.

“Harry is not going to be part of any experiment.” Sirius took a deep breath, he wanted that the healer was direct. "Please just tell me…”

“Lily Evans is dead."

Sirius nearly tripped over his own feet, which couldn't happen. Lily Evans was the most stronger woman than he had known before. No, she was lying. It was a bad joke. His redheaded friend could not die.

“We tried everything in our power. Believe me, Mr. Black, we tried to save her. Her sacrifice will not have been in vain. She will be remembered forever. Her act of love was the most bravest we have seen in a long time.”

"What about James?"

Sirius looked into Violet's eyes. They hurt. He was going to collapse in tears. Seeing that she was looking at the ground, he didn't hesitate to walk straight towards the curtains. Black ignored the calls for attention from the healer, as well as those who were surrounding the mysterious stretcher.

"Mr. Black, please. Let 's talk.”

The witch pleaded without screaming. She ordered the healers who threatened to arrest Black that they would leave him. Leaning out, he heard nothing but the sound of a strange square machine that was next to him on the stretcher; there were hundreds of cables attached to the body. He no longer had on the clothes with which was founded, now he was wearing a long white nightgown, just like the ones the St Mungo's patients. Next to that table surrounded by square devices was Lily. She also wore the same outfit as her husband; however, her lifeless green eyes were open, looking at him.

"Prongs?" Sirius walked over to the gurney, clutching his wand. His heart sank, tears came out of his eyes. He knelt down to get a better look at it. “Prongs, wake up.”

The sound of the machine was the only thing that could be heard. James had his eyes closed, his glasses had been removed. He placed his wand on the table, near where the hand of the dark. The feeling of guilt spread through his entire being like poison. He gently stroked his hand, hoping he would wake up, that it had been a bad joke, that they were still alive.

"Mr. Potter was lucky. It's a miracle he survived the Unforgivable Curse. We used the potion to heal internal wounds, which had a good effect. His organs' internals are in good condition.” The witch came closer, although she knew that this information would not suffice for the visitor. “In short, he's fine.”

"Then why didn't he wake up?!" He looked at her with bloodshot eyes, his breathing became agitated, he even thought he was going to drown.

“The dose did not completely affect his brain. Its main function was severely affected. In order for Mr. Potter to come back to us, we will have to get the ingredients necessary for complete healing. That is why we have "connected" it to this muggle machine that lets us know the beat of your heart. He is alive, but in a coma, as muggle science says.”

“Coma?!” His body trembled. “If he was alive, why didn't he wake up?”

“Because he's asleep, we don't know how long he'll be able to wake up. He won't wake up in time, not until we constantly apply the potion to him. The good news, Mr Black, is that he will live. It will be a great discovery for magical health.” Violet smiled slightly. “When he wakes up, he won't remember anything. He'll be like someone new. It 's good news.”

“And what's good about that?! won't he remember who he is? Wouldn't he know that he has a son?”

“I'm afraid not, Mr. Black, when he wakes up, he will immediately enter therapy and observation. We will do our best to make a full recovery.”

Sirius looked at James with teary eyes. He was dead in life. And it had all been his fault. His fucking fault if he hadn't persuaded them to appoint Peter as his secret keeper, none of that was happening. His eyes drifted to Lily's green eyes.

"We couldn't save her. Her soul had already left her body before she came." Violet commented with sadness to the healer.

"Could you close your eyes?" He turned his gaze away. "She can't see him like that."

He would never forgive him, James would live a world without Lily Evans. Two healers who were nearby took out their wands to attract a gray sheet, which covered the body of the redhead, except her beautiful pale face. One of them approached and carefully closed his green eyes, Harry's color eyes. He tightened his grip on his friend's hand. He could feel his pulse. A few tears fell on his stretcher, and he quickly cleaned himself with his usual jacket dark. He approached the dark-haired man and pressed his forehead against his, still hoping that in. That moment, he opened them so he could see his deep brown eyes again.

“I'm going to find those Prongs ingredients. I promise."

The brush of his nose with James's gave him a chill. He looked at his lips for a few seconds and again at his eyelids. He softened. His voice with a smile.

"Although you can finish this joke now, you already made me cry."

He moved away from him slowly and released his hand as if it were something delicate. He took his wand. Violet's eyes hurt as she saw him. Sirius wouldn't break again. He still wouldn't allow himself to show weakness as he had in his childhood. Besides, he had too many things to do, and between for revenge, he considered leaving the room ready to put curses on the one who did not get in the way until he got to Peter, because he would find him. Of course. However, before it started, Dumbledore had hurried in along with Professor Minerva.

"Don't move Black." The teacher did not lose that authoritarian tone. "Explain to us what happened, Fanning."

The healer explained in more detail what had happened, Dumbledore was staring at James, as if trying to get into his mind.

"I see," answered the old magician, taking a hand to his silver beard. "I'm impressed by your techniques, Miss Fanning and team."

Violet blushed slightly. Not everyone could be flattered by such a wizard, but not Sirius. He didn't care about that.

"Where will we get those ingredients, Albus?" The teacher looked with eyes worrisome to the magician.

"We have the necessary ingredients for the potion, except for a few things like dragon scales...by policy we can't have them unless the ministry give us authorization." Violet replied.

"I am in charge of that." Sirius said sharply, Dumbledore's blue eyes looking up at him. Slowly.

"Of course not Black, we'll send someone else." Minerva looked at him very concern. He knew what his former student was capable of. And now that he was vulnerable and hurt, it would make things worse. "You have to take care of Harry. You are his godfather."

“Professor Minerva is right, Black. You are Harry's godfather. Your job is to take care of him until Potter wakes up again." Added Dumbledore quietly. "I will see that those dragon scales reach St. Mungo's."

"But…!" Sirius wanted to do something else. He couldn't stay like this.

"You did more than enough to bring the Potters here, Sirius. I know it's hard for you not to do more for them. Let me handle it, please." Dumbledore approached him with wide eyes compassionate. "The order of the Phoenix will take care of it."

"But…I am part of the Order of the Phoenix, please, Dumbledore, give me another task. No. I can't leave James like this, he trusted me." His voice cracked again. Minerva looked at him with sadness.

"I trust you, Pads," was the last thing James had said to him.

Albus placed his hand on the other's shoulder. He looked into his eyes, showing all the pain that he had felt through them. "And still does, Sirius. Go find your brother and Remus, I need to tell them what to do. Tell Hagrid to find the other members of the Order. After that you will take Harry and go to your old house."

Sirius nodded quickly, trying to calm his despair.

"I'll send an owl over to tell you what to do next. Got it. Now Harry needs his godfather."

Dumbledore said that before Black walked away without looking at James, at a fast pace, he ran between the stretchers without waking the patients. But that didn't matter. He only had one thing on his mind, a word, an action, a temptation.

Revenge.

Prongsfoot snippet game

Thanks for the tag @lovelymasks!!

Let's have some on this WIP I've been working on for ages now. It's long, but I love this little scene.

Supernova

“Morning,” Sirius says, neutrally, professionally. Because that is all James gets these days. Laughs are apparently reserved for Benyi fucking Fenwick.

He can feel his temper rising even more.

“Didn’t know it is ‘bring your cat to work’- day,” James remarks at the orange Kneazle that waits patiently by his feet.

“That’s a Kneazle,” Sirius says dryly, as if he truly believes James doesn’t know the difference. Of course, he is aware that James knows what a Kneazle looks like, which makes this even more annoying. But two can play this game, and at this stage, James is willing to do anything to get a reaction out of Sirius.

“Sure looks like a cat to me.”

“It is clearly a Kneazle, no cat would get that big.”

“You sure? Could just be a very overfed cat, if you ask me. They might have tricked you to make a quick sickle.”

“What kind of cat would have that kind of tail? It’s literally textbook lion tail!”

“Pff, as if they couldn’t just charm a cat’s tail. In fact, you probably wouldn’t even need a spell, just take a fluffy cat and shave the tail like that.”

Sirius lets out an annoyed huff of air. “I swear to Merlin, James, if you say the word cat one more time, you will regret it.”

James can’t help it, the thrill he feels as Sirius fixes him with a stare, unable to hide the glint in his eyes. He needs this as much as James does. A way to release this pent-up tension between them that is building and building and building.

He puts on his most smug smirk and looks Sirius dead in the face, “Well, that would be cat-astrophic, wouldn’t it?”

The Kneazle hisses and Sirius curls his lips, flashing his canines in a move that could be grin or a snarl, James would take either. “Meet me in the duelling room.”

Sirius motions for the Kneazle to walk into the office and turns on his heel into the direction of the training room, James can’t hide the grin on his face as he watches his back.

He looks down to the Kneazle, which is still eyeing him with disdain.

“Oh don’t look at me like that. I’m well aware that I’m pathetic, alright? Just go and have a nap.”

Tagging @myprongsfootera, @siriuslystarbucks, and @prongsblackdeer but no pressure of course!!

#ao3fic #marauders #moonseeker #bambibelle #empezar de nuevo #sirius x james #james potter #sirius black #regulus black #remus lupin #james x sirius #prongsfoot #sirius raising harry

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arliedraws · 4 months ago

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Gonna start commenting on w*lfstar posts all the things I get on my prongsfoot posts “Aw they’re such good friends” and “I don’t ship it but nice art” or make sure every post that has sirius in it gets a comment like “i’ll bet james is 1000% done with his shit” or “sirius is just waiting for his bespectacled jock boyfriend to pick him up for a date” or any time just sirius is drawn with baby/child harry with “prongsfoot raising harry”

#can you tell I’m done #I don’t hate sb/rl but damn it gets annoying #I guess whatever but imagine how pissed people would be if you did the same to Wolfstar posts

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imaginejamesandsirius · 8 months ago

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Doting, Uncle Moneybags Regulus?

Sirius being annoyed at Regulus for spoiling Harry too much and rendering any discipline he and James attempt useless. Every time they try and say no to Harry he just rubs to Regulus who always gives in to his only nephew, every time they take a toy away as punishment Regulus buys a new one and sneaks it to him, etc.

Just some fluffy stuff about Asexual Regulus spoiling Harry because he’s the closest thing he has to a son, and he’s making up for Harry’s lack of grandparents and also making sure Harry doesn’t have the childhood he and Sirius had? Dunno, sorry it’s all a confusing mess of an ask :P

((A/N: This starts with angst but ends with fluff, fyi))

James grits his teeth when he sees Harry's candy-sticky face, but he pulls up a smile for his son when he runs up to him, because it's not his fault. Kids like candy. They'll eat so much of it that it makes them sick and not learn the lesson to eat less candy, they'll just think they randomly got sick that day and do it again in the morning. It's not Harry's fault; he's not going to be upset with him.

He will however have to talk to Sirius about this, because it's a weekly occurrence that isn't seeing an end.

James knows that he's short over dinner. He tries not to be, but the situation is infuriating.

Harry goes down to bed-- not easily, but he does-- and Sirius turns to James. "What's wrong?"

He takes a deep breath. "I know that you love your brother and it's not easy to talk to him about shit, but this is getting ridiculous. Actually, we've passed ridiculous and we're into the territory of me wanting to throttle him."

"What happened?"

"As far as I can tell? He gave Harry unfettered access to a bag of candy."

"Again?" Sirius groans.

"Again. You saw how little he ate at dinner, it sodding ruined his appetite, and he's going to wake up starving."

Sirius sighs, rubbing at his temples. "I'll talk to him."

"Do you want me to come?"

"No, he'll just get defensive." He sounds exhausted. He was in a good mood before this and was hoping for a little 'adult time' for him and James, but he isn't going to get that and also get through to Regulus. He gives James a quick kiss and then heads upstairs.

Regulus can't live alone but likes his space. Two stories feels a ridiculous indulgence to Sirius, but it's a good compromise to the living situation with the four of them. Harry, James, and Sirius all have their bedrooms downstairs, with Regulus's on the second floor. There's no further separation of rooms after that, but what the future will bring as Harry grows is anyone's guess. For now, it works, and that's good enough for them.

Regulus opted to not eat dinner with them tonight, so Sirius hasn't seen him since he left for work this morning. He knocks on his door and hopes that he answers it, because if he has to put this conversation off for tomorrow, he's going to be in a sour mood. Luckily, Regulus does call for him to enter, so that's one part easily taken care of.

"Oh, Sirius." He's sitting atop his duvet with a book in hand, and when he sees his brother, he sticks a bookmark in the open page.

"Hey. You got a minute?"

Regulus nods and sets his book to the side.

"I'm tired, so I can't really think of a better way to say this, but you've got to stop giving Harry so many fucking sweets."

Regulus blinks at him. "Why?"

"It's ruining his appetite, for one. He didn't eat all of his dinner. He's either going to wake up in the middle of the night because he's so hungry, or he's going to be starving when he gets up at his normal time."

"You don't know that for sure; you're guessing."

"I'm bloody not, actually. This isn't the first time it's happened, Regulus. It's happened so many times I can't fucking count them all, and I never said anything to you before because I didn't want you to make it into something it's not, but you've got to stop. Why do you do it, anyways? You're not an idiot; surely you know that a kid can't survive on candy alone."

"I thought he'd eat both," Regulus says, shrugging one shoulder. He looks a little troubled about the situation, which helps. "Can't I give him less? I don't feel right about him going without any at all."

"We're not starving him of all desserts," Sirius replies, rolling his eyes. He wants to be nice and understanding about this, but right now, he's just frustrated. "I don't know why your mind went there."

"It's what our parents did."

Sirius's mouth twists. "Do you think I'm like them? Really? Or James?"

"No." Regulus sighs, knees drawing up. "Our parents were so... conditional."

It's obvious he needs a second to think, so Sirius stays quiet. He feels a little bad about it, but he's not in the mood for a heart to heart. He's sure he'll be happy for this come morning, and even sad that he's not giving this due attention.

"I don't want Harry to feel anything like we did, you know? I remember wanting so much. And it's- I don't even mean like, wanting a new toy every week or wanting to go to a friend's and they wouldn't let me, but sometimes I look back and it feels like I never got anything I wanted."

"Yeah."

"Like I was always yearning for something and asking for it and never got anything. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah." Sirius has thought similar things, like he was always desperate for something that his parents withheld when they could've given it. It doesn't come up very often for him though. Now, he has James and Harry and Regulus as his family, so it's nothing like growing up was-- and Regulus as an adult is nothing like he was as a teenager or kid, so being around him doesn't feel the same as back then. He takes a deep breath and says, "I get it. Really, I do. When Harry asks for a biscuit right before dinner, I want to give it to him because I know he'll smile at me and be happy. But we're adults, Regulus. We know that you can't give a kid every single thing they want. The way our parents went about it was shit, but there has to be a happy medium in there, and that's what we're trying to do with Harry."

"Makes sense," Regulus says glumly, leaning his head into one hand. "I suppose I went a bit overboard with it anyways. You know, no grandparents, only me for an uncle, no aunts, no cousins and no chance for cousins, either. I'm the only extended family he has. I wanted to make up for it as much as I could."

"I don't mind you spoiling him. It's your duty as his uncle," Sirius says with a smirk, "but for now, no sweets. If you think you can learn to tone it down, maybe we can bring that back on Saturday's or summat. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Good." Sirius gives him a quick hug and bids him goodnight.

James is wary when he gets to their room, clearly not sure how well their conversation went.

"All sorted," Sirius tells him, following it with a lingering kiss.

James smiles but puts a pin in that for the moment because he needs to clarify 'all sorted' in this case. "He's going to stop giving Harry sweets?"

"Aye, he promised. I told him he can spoil him in other ways."

He bites back a groan at that. "Your brother has a tendency to go overboard. What're we going to do when the next thing gets out of control?"

"Talk to him, probably," Sirius says, a touch dryly. He's tired. He wanted to get laid tonight, but he's really not sure it's going to happen. He moves to change into sleep clothes.

James senses his change in mood immediately and follows after him, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind when he stops by their dresser. "Ignore me," he mutters, kissing Sirius's neck. "You're right, I know you're right." He kisses him again. "Thank you."

Sirius leans into him. "I don't need to be told I'm right about everything, you know."

"You do when you are," James counters.

He snickers. "Well, I do like how it sounds, so feel free to keep saying it."

"I think this can really work for us," James says later, after they've had a nice time in bed and Sirius told him exactly what him and Regulus talked about.

"How do you mean?"

"Regulus wants to be a little more involved-- make up for Harry only having one person as extended family. Why not ask him to babysit every now and then so we can have a date night?"

"Huh. There's an idea." They never considered asking him to babysit for them. Sirius had always assumed that Regulus wouldn't want to, but James has a point.

Regulus is happy to babysit for them "-but only once a month."

That's more often than Sirius or James thought to hope for, and they happily agree.

Harry owns more toys than any toddler rightly should after a few months of the new understanding, but so far, there's no real problems with him over it. There's wonder in Sirius's voice as he says this to James.

James laughs and replies, "I guess we'll see how long this will work in our favour."

"I think a while longer."

"Mm, for sure." He grabs Sirius and pulls him in for a kiss. They both love Harry more than anything, but ever since they reached this agreement with Regulus, they've had more time for each other. Less stress overall. It's wonderful.

Harry sniffles and looks up at Regulus. He doesn't say a word; he knows by now that he doesn't have to. Smart one, their son. He doesn't push when he knows he's won, and looking at Uncle Regulus with those big eyes of his is a win.

Regulus folds immediately and pats his nephew's head with a quiet-- so as to not be overheard by the parents-- promise to buy him a new toy to replace this one.

James and Sirius don't need to overhear the promise to know that it's happening, however. It's a commonplace exchange between uncle and nephew these days. Sirius thinks it's sweet; James agrees, but the novelty has worn off, leaving him to roll his eyes when he sees Harry with another addition to his army of stuffies-- really, if he took the care to count, he's sure there would be a battalion's worth.

"Should we start worrying yet?" Sirius asks James in an undertone as Regulus and Harry hug-- their son burying his face into his uncle's shoulder.

James glances over, then shakes his head. "I think we're still good."

"Good," he replies, sneaking a kiss.

#prongsfoot #bambibelle #fanfic #james potter #sirius black #regulus black #harry potter #filled #established relationship #married #post hogwarts #no voldemort au #raising harry #siriuslystarbucks

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