#remus and harry

[blueberrycasanova]

i think dumbledore was growing weed in the forbidden forest the whole time and that’s why it was forbidden. that’s also why he acts the way he does.

[unconventional-lawnchair]

-We'll Heal Together- MasterList

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-We'll Heal Together (Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort) 12/? parts Remus Lupin/Sirius Black x Reader

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Summary: Harry Potter grew up without the warmth of a family he should have known. A father in James Potter, a mother in Lily Potter, a God Father in Sirius Black, and an uncle in Remus Lupin. Oh, and let's not forget, a godmother in {Y/N} {L/N}

Alt Summary: Starts at the end of Chamber of secrets and into the Prisoner of Azkaban with the first chapter, Harry meeting his father's old friends, and starts learning the fate of {Y/N}, who has long since been presumed dead. there seems to be more of a story hidden behind her disappearance, and in turn, her reappearance.

Running Wc- 39,037

Chapters:

•Prologue •Part One •Part Two •Part Three •Part Three 1/2 {Blurb} •Part Four •Part Five •Part Six •Part Seven •Part Eight •Part Nine

I'll Look After You

•Prologue (Nine 1/2) •Part Ten •Part Eleven

Blurbs/Oneshots:

• You and Sirius's break up... • Coming soon...

{Summer at the Potters}

Blurb request form: Prompt/Question: Must have Charaters: Optional:

[izzy-prizzy]

ⓘ This user cries over Remus Lupin 24/7

[nitemurr]

Born to be Uncle Moony, forced to by Professor Lupin

[seaskate]

Remus in ATYD and Harry in canon are both so ‘You’re On Your Own, Kid’ coded that it’s sad to think about.

[pumpkinpot]

Broken, Scarred Orphans

Chapter 3: Scarred

This fic is inspired by the fic All The Young Dudes by: MsKingBean89 (on a03), Following the events of chapter 175: 1982. It's an AU where Remus went for custody in Sirius's absence and raises Harry as his own. This will follow the years before Hogwarts up through the seven books. (I haven't decided how much canon divergence I will have in the later chapters)

Chapter 1: Grief

Chapter 2: Begrudgingly Sober

CW: Recovering acholoic, previous child abuse

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Remus's knit fell oddly over his boney shoulders. he attempted to straiten it for the thousandth time, stretching the neck this way and that to no real satifaction. Long hair dusted over his eyebrows, tangling through his lashes. It was fluffy from continuous wash now and he silently reprimanded himself for not cutting it before now.

The kettle nearly cannonballed through the wall with a flick of his fingers. Maybe two days before the full moon wasn't the ideal time he'd imagined it would be. It crashed onto the stove sending water dribbles over the walls and countertop.

Remus couldn't find it within himself to care too deeply. He paced around the flat skinning his bottom lip with his teeth. Dumbledore was never late, but neither early. He hadn’t so eagerly excepted Remus’s invitation as he had before. He waited an entire week to respond, but agreeing to come was good enough, for now.

Air filled his lungs in large gulps, a few choking him. Somewhere between then and becoming sober he'd begun cooking meals again and the smell of burnt ground turkey was pungent within the small flat.

Just as the fireplace began to elongate Remus threw himself down into a chair and attempted (and failed) to take on an air of casual disposition.

The Dumbledore stepped off the cobblestone landing, his hands clasped behind his back. Ever the stoic, his expression gives no sense of his emotional state, but Remus caught what he was looking for.

He’d been fantasizing about it in various degrees for days. It was subtle, of course, a pleasant eye sweep across the room. but it was enough. Dumbledore was pleased.

Despite himself, Remus’s chest warms. He could do this. "Tea?" He choked.

"With three sugars," Dumbledore said as he lowers into a seat at the dining table.

Remus prepared it by hand. His limbs still hadn't completely steadied from his sobriety journey. Sugar grain scattered over the counter congealing with the spilled water. It was a problem for future him.

Right now his worry lay with the fact that, despite weeks of practice, visualizing this conversation in all its variants, suddenly Remus couldn't taste any of his prepared words.

"Am I to assume that this meeting is in regard to our last chat Mr. Lupin?" Dumbledore asked as he took the steaming mug between wrinkly palms.

Good, Remus thought. Right to it. "Yes."

"Mr. Lupin, as I told you before Harry needs somewhere indiscriminate and-"

"Stable. That was the word you used. I will concede that a hidden home is likely safest for him. Though I don’t think a muggle home is best. With no source of protection, any wizard could find him with a simple tracking spell."

"You don’t think we’ve taken the necessary precautions to ensure his anonymity?"

"No," Remus said flatly. "Because I found him in a matter of minutes."

This time there was no hiding the surprise on Dumbledore's face.

"I am not the strongest of us, nor am I the foulest," Remus continued. "Harry represents a very loaded past and future for the wizarding world. This flat has all the makings of a muggle home with all the protections of the order. If protection is your worry I would the deterrent of a werewolf would be beneficial."

"So you’ve decided to register then?"

"No, not yet, but almost anyone who would want to cause Harry harm knows what I am. As the protocol son of Greyback, my reputation reached far within those circles. They will not come for him."

The silence that stretched between them was vast. Seconds turned to minutes. Remus held Dumbledore's eyes, refusing to be the first to look away. Finally, the old man sighed and stood.

"Thank you for the tea, Mr. Lupin." His knees knocked as he hobbled back into the fireplace without another word.

Remus’s jaw had previously felt sore from the weight of his proposal. Now it slacked from its empty resolve. He had it in him to shout after Dumbledore, to make him listen.

Once his thoughts were less scattered he began to write. Pages upon pages covered the table, some sensible fragments of rebuttal others crude warnings that Remus should just take the boy and disappear.

His bottom lip bled now and the insides of his fingers bruised from unused callouses. He fell asleep there awaking with an ink stain of expletives tattooed across his face.

With a renewed sense of defeat, he collects the mugs from last night and fed the letters into the fireplace. Halfway through the stack, the flames begin to flutter.

Remus stepped back just as a large boot came storming through the ashes. Black bush-like hair ducked beneath the mantle. Hagrid stood hunched, still grazing his head on the ceiling. Brown doe-like eyes peered down at Remus.

"Remus," he greeted in the same gruff voice from his childhood. Somehow the man had become taller since Remus's time at Hogwarts. Thicker too.

"Hargid," Remus retorted awkwardly. "What do I owe the er- pleasure."

Hagrid gave a sort of knowing laugh. "Only here to drop off Harry."

He presents a blanket bundle cornered in his elbow. Remus reels back like the child might combust.

"He won’t bite," Hagrid soothed.

Holy shit. He did it.

Remus looked at Harry first, unsure of the child. The last he'd seen him there wasn't that scar bursting across the better half of his face. Despite it, Remus recognized him.

His tuft of curls brought about by James, though it was considerably lighter thanks to Lily. That was mirrored similarly in his complexion. Mixing the fairness of his mother and tan of his father.

In Remus's opinion, that was where the resemblance ended. The scar that spanned his face pulled milky mountains across his skin etching down the bridge of his nose, making hairless valleys through his bushy eyebrows.

Just like Remus's scars.

That last time he'd held him it was a begrudging arrangment filled with apprehension. This time wasn't much different, but as Hagrid passed Harry into Remus's arms, he just stared.

 Harry was asleep. No doubt from the help of a sleeping draught. He felt light for his age and thin, but Remus wondered if it was only his lack of experience with two-year-olds that made him think so.

"Oh," Hargid said, "I also brought this."

A white cardboard box fought at the corners to free from his coat pocket. He plunked it down on the counter and flipped open the lid.

It was a cake. Completely smooshed on one side. with red frosting and blue icing that spelled out "Rimus."

"Happy birthday!" Hagrid shouted.

Remus counted the days off in his head- was it? Sure enough. His lips broke into an unfamiliar sensation. A smile. The expression pulled his skin uncomfortably taut from unuse, but it was a good kind of sore.

"Cheers Hagrid. You should open a bakery," he jeered, half-jokingly as he recalled the other cakes he’d made over the years.

Hagrid looked away. beneath the mane, Remus could have sworn there was pink. "I quite like Hogwarts, but that's veryy kind of you to say Remus. Between you and I, I think little Harry’ll be better off here. The Dursleys nearly threw him at me when I went to collect 'em."

He looked down at the bundle in my arms. Scrappy kid eh? Remus had experience with those.

"He’ll be safe here," Remus assured both Hagrid and himself.

"Oh, I have Sirius’s bike," Hagrid added. "I know you two er- would you like it back, I suppose it would belong to you now anyhow?"

At the mention of his name Remus’s muscles tightened. He’d avoided the name even within his own thoughts, to hear it out loud was enough to pull the air from his lungs.

Hagrids logic was sound. It was the same string of thought that got him the child in his arms, but-

"No, keep it," Remus said, voice much meaner than intended. He apologized, but Hagrid waved it away taking a last look at Harry. He had a similar gleam of determination to Remus in his eye. It was comforting.

"Hagrid, you still live on the Hogwarts grounds don’t you?" Remus prodded.

Hagrid nodded gleefully. "Dumbledore’s got me set up in a proper place now. One where I can fit comfortably, not like that ordinary room from before."

"Good," Remus said, "I’ll need someone to make sure the little git stays out of trouble when he’s at Hogwarts." Hagrid took the words in like a sworn oath. Like a law had been set for him to enforce. "You can count on it, Remus. You and Dumbledore both."

Hagrid left soon after ducking low into the fireplace. Remus was left alone with Harry for the first time.

[ratmom819]

i watched the wild robot robot last night and roz and brightbill are so remus and harry it physically pains me

[ohyou-pretty-things]

artist : @star_ry_eyed

[thatboisus]

reading a good ass fanfic up until it said something that just makes you want to stop reading

[justsmth2]

I was rereading poa and got carried away

[animatanaa]

I’m new to tumblr so I’m not completely sure how this works. First post, and it’s wolfstar!

[flymetothemoony]

twelve years of it, in azkaban.

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We'll heal together: Prologue

Harry Potter x Reader (Platonic)

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Summary: Harry Potter grew up without the warmth of a family he should have known. A father in James Potter, a mother in Lily Potter, a God Father in Sirius Black, and an Uncle in Remus Lupin. Oh, and let's not forget, an aunt in {Y/N} {L/N}.

Cw: Use of {Y/N}, thoughts of self pity and mourning, {please reach out if I missed something}

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Harry felt lost, he felt cold.

He found himself at the astronomy tower late at night, wrapped in the invisibility cloak up to his neck and leaning forward on the banister rail. His eyes were hazy, glossy and warm, fogging his glasses. With a huff he pulled them off and cleaned them with a corner of the cloak, sliding them back up his face as the hot tears that threatened to spill just made him repeat the process.

He had been wandering late at night, really anything to keep his mind off of everything that had happened so far. He felt guilty, this year had started off so well, all of his friends seemed to be happy, but here he was, Harry Potter, moping over a love he truly never knew.

He found his eyes drifting up to the stars. He had never seen so many before Hogwarts, in the city he grew up in, even the skies seemed dark in the clearest of nights. His mind attempted to wander, back to the Dudley's and the cupboard he slept in. The life he was denied and the truths they kept. But he pulled himself from those thoughts as soon as he could, focusing instead on the lights.

He squinted, as if the constellations he learned of in class would suddenly take shape. That they would morphe into creatures and instruments, the ones that matched the stories he heard. That Leo would suddenly come to life and the two lions he heard so much about would return to him, back home to his heart. He found it fitting, being born to those clusters of stars. He himself had put them up there, in protecting him, and now they were forever what he would think of. The two lions who fought so fiercely just to meet him. Just to have him. But he sat here, weeping their names, as if he had even known them.

He shook the thought away. He would not sit here moping about his dead parents. Even with his mini pep talk, he found his eyes dragging up to the sky once more. His eyes caught by the brightest star in the sky. He frowned, slowly sitting up straight as he witnessed it, a pout growing harder. Before he could ponder what the longing in his heart was, he heard it. The foot falls of the Prefects on their rounds.

Harry huffed and shook his head. He needed to go back to bed.

The moon provided a strange warmth in his stomach that he had never known before, as its light flickered in the halls everytime he passed a window. He let his eyes trail back to the window, pausing for only a moment as he saw what seemed to be a small fox scurry its way between the courtyard walls and a small burrow it seemed to have made for itself. He found himself smiling despite it all, tonight was.. wasn't all bad. Summer was soon, and next year, there would be no Tom Riddle, no basilisks to fight, no Lockheart. After this summer, it would be okay.

Year 3 would be his year.

[bloodbruise]

the bitches traumatized by saltburn would never survive the fics in my ao3 history

[that-bitch-kat3]

sirius: remus isn’t a hear me out because everybody wants to fuck him

james:

peter:

remus:

james: i do think that’s something you should look into on your own time

[talyris]

Genderswap! Harry Potter