#second year marauders

[neverenoughmarauders]

Oh yeah and the pressure on Remus is increasing because why wouldn’t we make him suffer?

Their new professor started by taking the register. When he called out for 'Black, Sirius,' James immediately replied 'Yes, Sir.' Sirius grinned at his friend, and, following James' lead, decided to respond when 'Potter, James' was called. Peter sniggered, Remus' lip twitched, and a few of the girls seemed amused too.

It turned out that Archie Aymslowe, who looked like someone who knew absolutely nothing about the Dark Arts, and certainly nothing about defending himself against them, was an expert in cursed objects.

'And we will cover the basics of such objects next term,' said professor Aymslowe, which caused an excited murmur amongst the students to break out. 'This term, however, we will be covering dark creatures.'

'Like werewolves, professor?' James said innocently, glancing at Remus, who they both suspected to be very afraid of werewolves. Remus didn't meet James' eyes, and Sirius saw that he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Now that they were friends with Remus again, James and Sirius were definitely going to have some fun with him.

'Werewolves?' Professor Aymslowe seemed momentarily taken aback, before he cleared his throat: 'Well, yes, Black - although, not in great detail. Our focus will be on creatures such as Red Caps, kappas, hinkypunks and grindylows. We will also cover Boggarts, though I am by no means an expert in the area. I have, however, been fortunate enough to work with one such expert on a few occasions -'

Here their professor looked at Remus, who blushed slightly, and Sirius remembered that Remus' father was recognised as an expert in Non-Human Spirituous Apparitions.

'- and I hope I'll be able to pass on his wisdom.'

Their professor paused to take a sip of water from a glass on his desk before he continued: 'However, you are expected to know that there are five signs to identify a werewolf from a regular wolf and we will cover those, though you are not expected to be able to remember all five until next year.'

'What's the use of that?' James blurted out. 'To know that there are differences, but not know which.'

'To instil, early on, that wolves and werewolves look very much alike,' professor Aymslowe answered, frowning. 'Please, rai-'

'Basically, if you see a wolf during the full moon, assume the worst,' Gemma offered.

'Quite, Miss Dawlish,' professor Aymslowe agreed, 'Now - please - if anyone wishes to speak, raise your hand.'

'Luckily I know the signs already,' James told Peter, Remus and Sirius confidently after class, 'no werewolf can fool me.'

'As if you'd have time to look closely should you ever come across one,' Sirius snorted. 'It's just stupid little differences in any case, like the shape of the snout... Dawlish is right, best to avoid any and all wolves during the full moon.’

'How do you guys know all of this?' Peter bemoaned.

James shrugged, then turned to Sirius again: 'Or we could go werewolf hunting. Saturday 23 is a full moon. The four of us could sneak out to the Forbidden Forest and see if we spot any.'

'That's an excellent idea,' Sirius grinned, knowing exactly why James had suggested it.

'Yeah, brilliant idea. Always dreamt about dying young,' Remus muttered, and Peter nodded in agreement.

'Oh come off it,' said Sirius, feeling a surge of impatience with the two boys.

'There aren't actually any werewolves in the Forbidden Forest,' agreed James, 'it's just good fun, sneaking around during the full moon. We might see some Mooncalves.'

Admit it already, Sirius thought, studying Remus' tense face, you're terrified of werewolves.

'I say we go,' said James firmly, 'all of us. It's about time we have an adventure together in the forest. Remember point number four in our pact?'

Sirius' point. To go on adventures with my best friends.

'We wouldn't want to break the pact now, would we,' Sirius raised his eyebrows at the two smaller boys.

Peter appeared to be nervous, but he nodded. Remus looked something else entirely. He seemed absolutely miserable, but until he was ready to admit to his fear, Sirius wasn't about to give him any breaks. Nor did it seem, was James.

Extract from chapter 69.

[finnsfunworld]

i see your "remus and regulus were each others first kiss" and i raise you "lily and remus were each others first kiss and lily swore him to secrecy until 6th year under a drinking game of truth or dare."

[the-mayor-of-hatersville]

I'm live and let live for the most part despite appearances, but I have to say the damage fucking,,,, the slytherin skittles as a concept has done to other peripheral characters in the marauders era? Unmatched. Is it bad that y'all are making up headcanons about these characters? Admittedly no, you can do whatever you want forever just like me. HOWEVER Is it really annoying that Every Single Character has to have a knock off marauders friend group now? Yes. Does it annoy me that characters who could be so much more complex than they are keep getting used as fodder for relationship drama with fucking Jegulus of all ships? Undoubtedly. Does it piss me off to see characters, particularly female characters, w being used to prop up death eaters who frankly are not half as interesting? Very Much So.

[bellwood-qudditch]

I’m currently studying Sparta in history and there has to be a set of Black brothers named Castor and Pollux who have similar fates/stories to their Spartan counterparts.

[strawberryscorp]

im going to universal studios on friday i cant wait to be a freak about scorpius malfoy amen

[redadidassneakers]

Sirius: *picks up an album* who’s David Bowie?

Remus: *gasp*

Remus: grabs his entire collection of Bowie albums and CDs*

Remus: oh my gosh, am I about to introduce you to David Bowie?

[starsarestories]

I have been listening to the atyds audiobook on YouTube all day because I'm so sick I can't physically do anything, help me

[atlasdoe]

i have to thank whoever came up with bartylily because if they had never became popular it would've been emmeline and barty and if that would've happened i would have to throw myself off a cliff

[shootingthe-stars]

one day remus will be free from the mean allegations. that is my sweet boy!!! yes he gets mad, the world is so cruel to him, but at the end he chooses to be kind and loving in a world that hates him and thinks he’s evil!!! please!!!

[enbysiriusblack]

remus tends to get very quiet around strangers, but with his friends he nonstop rambles. he has no clue what he's saying, but he's talking a mile a minute and switching between various languages without realising

[neverenoughmarauders]

September 1st, 1972

Bear in mind if you’re actually following I Solemnly Swear is the last part of chapter 64. Mainly posted for anyone who is not following the story but just wants some baby jily in their lives:

'Hiya Evans,' Potter beamed at her.

What on earth was James Potter doing in her and Severus' compartment.

'You're not...' Lily began uncertainly. She didn't want to be rude, but she wasn't sure she had any politeness in her for Potter.

'No,' Potter shook his head. 'We've got a compartment further down. I just saw you through the window and thought I'd say hi.'

A likely tale. James Potter had turned up in their compartment for the sole purpose of annoying Severus, if Lily was going to take a guess. Judging by Severus' expression, which kept alternating between confusion, horror and just plain nothing, it was working.

'Alright, you've said hi.'

'So I have,' Potter grinned.

'And now I am going to say goodbye.'

Potter shrugged.

'Goodbye,' Lily said pointedly when Potter didn't move.

'Bye, Evans.'

Potter left the compartment door open. Lily got up to close it, hoping she'd seen the last of Potter, when he reappeared. She took a step back.

'You're okay, right?' Potter asked as he filled the compartment door.

James Potter might genuinely be the most annoying person she had ever had the misfortune to meet.

'Why?'

Lily hadn't realised she'd crossed her arms.

Potter shrugged again: 'Just... you were a lot friendlier on Thursday.'

'I'm fine, Potter,' Lily gritted out. 'Now will you please leave?'

'Alright. Alright. You're good, clearly,' James said, casting a sceptical look over at where Lily knew Severus was sitting. 'Got to dash anyways. See you around, Evans.'

She was going to kill Potter. Lily might genuinely kill him. It was completely and utterly obvious to her that Potter had not come to say hello to her. Potter had been there to antagonise Severus. The arrogant -

'What did Potter mean by saying that you were friendlier on Thursday?' Severus interrupted her thoughts. 'You were in Ireland, weren't you?'

Severus looked hurt. Betrayed even.

'I had no choice,' Lily hurried to explain. 'I... Maeve invited him over to play Quidditch. I couldn't very well say no, could I?'

Sitting down opposite her best friend, she met his eyes, willing Severus to see just how much she hadn't wanted to spend any time with Potter. It was stupid, really. People couldn't read each other's mind.

Severus knew her, though. For that matter, he knew enough about Potter too to know she would never have wanted to spend a minute more than necessary in his company.

'Sev, you know I think he's a spoiled, good-for-nothing, arrogant toerag.'

Severus nodded once - it was almost imperceptible, but it was all Lily needed. Hopefully they could forget all about Potter.

'I bet he was showing off a great deal,' Severus scowled.

Maybe not.

'He was showing off his new broom,' Lily agreed cautiously.

'Top of the range, I suppose?'

'Of course,' Lily sighed.

'His parents are loaded.'

Severus had told her this many times.

'Good for them.'

Why did it matter that his parents were rich? Gold was never going to buy that boy an ounce of anything that really mattered.

'He -'

'Listen,' Lily cut Severus off. 'Can we talk about something else?' Once classes started she would have to endure Potter and Black every day for hours at a time. 'I've not seen you for two weeks.'

Severus looked stricken. Then his face relaxed.

'Sure.'

Silence.

'Okay...' Lily said, searching for something to talk about.

Severus might have allowed her to move the conversation away from Potter, but it was Lily who would have to have to do the heavy lifting.

'Did you read anything interesting while I was away?'

Lily had been about to ask if Severus had done anything interesting over the last two weeks, but she could guess the answer. It wasn't the sort of thing he should have to admit to.

'Yes, I did,' said Severus, and Lily noticed how everything about her best friend had seemed to change.

Gone were the last traces of annoyance of having been disturbed by Potter. Severus was sitting tall, his dark eyes shining fervently and he reminded Lily so much of the Severus she had met who had been eager to tell her all about Hogwarts.

'Alright, so what was it about?' Lily asked.

Within 10 minutes she wished she hadn't asked the question.

'Are you not worried that's a bit dark?' Lily asked.

'It's powerful magic,' Severus agreed, his face hardening a little. 'I am sure people like Potter would consider it dark, but that's because it pushes the boundaries of traditional magic. He doesn't have the imagination or talent to explore this branch of magic, I am sure.'

'But '- Lily started, not finding Severus' answer reassuring in the slightest.

As far as Lily was concerned, if the magic was considered dark by someone who liked hexing people for fun, then it was absolutely bad.

'Magic is about how you use it,' Severus interrupted her, sounding a little impatient. 'Even the simplest spell can be used for dangerous measures. Take the severing charm - you wouldn't want anyone to cast that at you - it can be really dangerous, but it was invented as an easy way of cutting cloth and thread.'

'I suppose,' said Lily, but she decided to change the topic nonetheless.

[courfee]

if you ask nicely

@jegulus-microfic | august 27 - shade | wc 1.2k | implied nsfw after the ending

this is just james trying to flirt and getting flustered instead

Now the thing is – James is great at flirting. He’s great at appearing confident and cocky and making the people around him blush with genuine compliments and well-placed flirtations. What he is not great at, he recently had to learn, is being flirted with.

“You’re standing in my sun,” Regulus huffs, looking up at him from where he is sitting with his back against a tree, book in hand.

“I know,” James replies with an easy grin.

Regulus glares at him. “Would it hurt you to live one single day without going out of your way to annoy me?”

James pretends to think, moving his head from one side to the other. “I don’t know,” he hums finally. “I’m not willing to find out the answer though. Just in case. Don’t want to risk getting hurt, you know?” Really, he just likes getting Regulus’ attention. And annoying him simply is the easiest way to do that.

“If you want to be a nuisance please at least do so sitting down.”

“Why?” James asks, making no move to comply. “Don’t you like this gorgeous me-shaped shadow around you?”

“No.”

James pouts. “I’m only trying to help you out here. You should probably spend more time in the shade with your pale skin. Wouldn’t want your pretty face to get burned.”

“I’m fine,” Regulus retorts, completely bypassing James’ compliment. He had worked so hard on the conversational build-up to make it come naturally, and Regulus just ignores it... “I like the sun.”

“You know, people keep telling me I’m like the sun, so I think me standing here is a win-win for you.”

“You’re not,” Regulus disagrees and James is already opening his mouth to express his hurt at that comment when Regulus continues. “As opposed to the sun, I actually really enjoy looking at you.”

James shuts his mouth again, his cheeks heating up ever so slightly. He tries again, but with those few simple words Regulus has perfectly managed to wipe any witty counterremarks from his mind.

“Now, if you could please move...”

Defeated in his attempt at flirting he sighs. To this day, however, James is undefeated in his attempts at being annoying, and he’s not planning on changing that now. He sits down next to Regulus with his back to the sun so he can look at the other boy, shuffling close enough that their legs touch. Regulus turns back to his book and resumes reading.

For a while James is satisfied enough just watching Regulus. For all his talk earlier, he really does like looking at Regulus doused in sunlight. There’s a silver shine to his dark hair and the freckles across his nose stand out more prominently. He’s absolutely beautiful. He’s also absolutely ignoring James once again, and that will simply not do.

James starts by repeatedly poking Regulus’ knee. At first this only earns him a glare over the edge of the book. But when James returns that glare with a blinding smile and continues, Regulus reaches over to swat his hand away.

James sighs dramatically and falls backwards onto the grass, spreading his arms out around him. He busies himself with cloud watching for a good minute before getting bored again, so he decides the next best step to getting Regulus’ attention is picking daisies and placing them one by one along Regulus’ leg.

“James,” Regulus says with a sigh, but he doesn’t even look up from his book.

“Regulus,” James replies, and when Regulus doesn’t react to that either, he adds on, “What are you reading?”

Regulus lifts his book a little higher so James can read the title off the cover, which is not the reply he had been hoping for.

James groans in frustration, throwing his hands up in the air. This at least seems to gain Regulus’ attention, as he glances over at him. With a desirous glint that doesn’t escape James’ notice he lets his eyes travel across James’ arms down to the sliver of skin beneath the hem of his shirt that got lifted in the process.

Even though it only lasts a moment, Regulus turning back to his book almost instantly, James smirks and decides it is time to be more of a menace. If this is what gets Regulus’ attention he can work with it. He grabs the back of his shirt and in one swift motion pulls it over his head, tossing it aside. He stretches, more than necessary, and at the pull in the muscles of his back lets out another groan.

Unfortunately, Regulus’ determination to keep his attention off of James is apparently higher than James had expected, but it’s still no match for his own determination to counteract that. One by one James picks up the daisies from Regulus’ legs and starts twisting them into a thin flower crown. Once he’s done he reaches over and places it gingerly on top Regulus’ head. “Beautiful,” he assesses the picture before him.

“I’m sure you are,” Regulus replies without missing a beat despite still only looking at his book.

“Are you?” James asks critically. “You’re not even looking at me. I might have very well lost all my beauty in the last couple minutes.”

Regulus looks up in annoyance, but that annoyance quickly dissipates when he realises James is sitting very much shirtless in front of him. With a loud snap he shuts his book in frustration. “Fucking stop distracting me, I’m trying to read.”

“Oh, so you think I’m distracting?” James says, wiggling his eyebrows at Regulus and flexing his abs, just because he can and also because apparently it’s distracting. He likes being distracting. A lot.

“Oh, fuck you,” Regulus huffs, but there’s a pink tint to his cheeks so the words lose some of their bite.

“Sure,” James says, conspiratorially leaning forward with a mischievous grin, “If you ask nicely.”

Regulus glares at him defiantly for several seconds, before dropping his gaze. A beat later he is looking up at James again, his eyes half lidded, gazing up at him through his long dark lashes. “Please, James, will you fuck me?” he asks sweetly.

James chokes. His face is burning red and he’s coughing and blinking away tears as he splutters, “What?”

“I nicely asked you to please fuck me,” Regulus repeats, as if James hasn’t perfectly heard him the first time. As if James isn’t currently close to death because of it.

“You can’t just say that,” James says once he’s remembered how to breathe normally again. “This is not what’s supposed to happen. You’re the one that’s supposed to be flustered. This isn’t– What the fuck, Reg, you’re not supposed to actually ask?”

“And yet I did,” Regulus says, a smirk hiding rather visibly in the corners of his lips, “And you have yet to reply. Or do you want to take back your promise?”

James doesn’t have to think about his answer this time, which is a blessing, because all the blood needed to restart his brain is currently on its way to a different part of his body. “No,” he says, “I don’t.”

The smile Regulus gives him before getting up and pulling James to his feet alongside him is enough to nearly bring him back down to his knees.

[iwriteasfotini]

The Prince’s Pact

Chapter Headings

Prologue The Spy 

I A Little Snake

II Returning to Lessons

III Dark Magic

IV The Black Prince

V And Two Becomes Three

VI A Pauper and A Princess 

VII Halloween, Also Known as Samhain

VIII Whispers of War

IX In the Midst of Winter

X The Longest Night

XI Christmas Comrades

XII A Magical Birthday

XIII Hostile Adversaries

XIV The Prince’s Pact

XV Brands and Bonds

XVI Stinky Revenge

XVII Project Sleepover

XVIII A Furry Little Problem

XIX Xenophilus Lovegood 

XX The Tale of the Fallen Eagle

XXI A Rite of Intent

Epilogue The Phoenix 

Second Epilogue The Flaming Stone 

[number1abbasupporter]

to those of u who haven’t read a canon fic that goes past sirius’ death consider urself lucky

[moonagedaydreamsofrhiannon]

Marlene McKinnon’s nickname was 100% cherry bomb and you can literally fight me on this I’m right

[siriuslygay1981]

Barty is the type to over share. You're talking about something random and he slaps the table with a gasp and interrupts you

"oh oh that reminds me of when-"

And he doesn't care if y'all met five seconds ago he's gonna tell you about the time his dad left him in a grocery store. He doesn't over share things people have told him though because even if he will tell you his whole life story he won't even mumur regulus' favorite color. Mostly if that person doesn't want others knowing

(he will apologize once for interrupting you but not again. Like he feels slightly bad but he doesn't mind if you interrupt either so he figures it's even.)