#sorry for not including 'see harry' on my list of things sirius wanted to do when he got out of prison. consider this my au where sirius

[steelycunt]

took ten minutes creating a pros and cons list for each of the prompts they are. insane. settled on 18 though!!! gimme NOW!! am prepared for heartbreak or whatever else you decide!!!!!

HI my darling my light my love! you spent ten minutes creating a list im so sorry i spent ten years creating this drabble </3 it IS extra long just for you though (im not built for drabbles xx). post-poa r/s...on my blog...its more likely than you think xx

He’s fifteen, and he’s quite sure that even if he knew what to do with his hands, they wouldn’t listen to him: they’re busy twisting themselves into a shy, twitchy knot in his lap. Slick-palmed, pinprick of blood on his left thumb where he nicked himself trying to fasten his new PREFECT badge to his school jumper.

All I want, he tells him (eyes steadily downcast, because he came back this year with a small silver hoop bitten through his earlobe and looking at it makes him fucking useless), is for you to do your top button up and pretend—just for my first day—that I am capable of exercising even the slightest bit of authority over you.

Ah, come on, Prefect Lupin. Sirius grips his hand and brings it to his mouth, flicking his tongue out over the bead of blood. Grin like the curve of a trigger. Surely, that’s not all you want.

He’s thirty-five, and his hands are in his dressing-gown pockets this time, and on nights like this he can tilt his head and close one eye and nothing’s really changed.

“You aren’t supposed to be out here like this,” he calls. He feels shy again. He feels twitchy. “You know that.”

Sirius turns. Today: him, sitting in the bathroom with a tea-towel round his shoulders, letting Remus cut his hair for him. Remus only spoke to say, do you want it the length you used to have it? And Sirius only spoke to shoot back, do you honestly think I remember that?

The trouble is that Remus does remember, and now the man sitting on his backdoor step looks horribly like someone he long thought dead. In a way, it was easier to see him unravelled, chewed up and spat out and still bearing the teeth marks. He looks too much like the boy he was, now—the boy who called him Moony, and held his fingers against his lips.

It makes him want to tear Sirius’ face off, confiscate it. Hide it in a shoebox underneath his bed, with all the other bits of that boy that he scrounged up and refused to let go.

“Out here. Good grief. Listen to yourself, Remus,” Sirius snorts. He tips back and splays one hand out over the doormat. His dry, split knuckles. “Look, half of me’s still practically in the kitchen, see? All I did was open the door.”

“Yes, but the orders were—”

“Oh, believe me, I know what they were. I’m laying low. I’m not to be seen, and under no circumstances am I to leave. Got it. Lucky for me, however, I know the bloke they left in charge of me—” he twists his mouth up, Remus might possibly retch, “and I happen to know he’s a rather soft touch.”

And Remus thinks, angrily: only for you. You made me like that. He just can’t stand himself—he’s thirty-five and they’re still doing this, this give-and-take, this inane wager. I see your broken ribs, and I raise you my severed arm. He’s thirty-five, and he’s still letting a pretty boy push him over in the playground.

He sits down next to Sirius. Elbow to elbow, knee to knee. His back garden, a miserable tangle of weeds like hair in a shower drain. It’s never bothered him until this very moment. He wets his lips.

“For a moment, when I saw the door open, I thought—I almost thought you’d made a break for it.”

“I don’t blame you. I’ve developed a bit of a knack for those.” Sirius scratches his jaw; neither of them have shaved for a few days. In the end, they’re a pair of old strays, sniffing around a scrap heap. “No, I woke up. Couldn’t get back to sleep. Needed some air.”

“Nightmare?”

He shakes his head. “Don’t dream much these days, thank god. I reckon that’d finish me. It’s just the waking up—I’m not often able to sleep through the night—and there’s these first few seconds where I forget where I am, I think I’m back there. There’s nothing there to ground me. It’s quite frightening, really.”

“I know what you mean. Or…I suppose I was the other way around,” Remus says, catching himself on the threadbare heel of one of the socks he gave Sirius to wear. It’s a cramped, cold house, and there’s this want that he’s got, in the pit of his stomach—a want to see Sirius sweat again.

“For the first year or so, after—after James and Lily, I used to wake up and for a moment I’d just…forget that they were dead. Forget you were—gone. And then it would hit me all over again. Every morning, I’d lose you all over again. Like fucking—Groundhog Day.”

Sirius frowns; more lines on his face than before. Remus would like to touch them. He’s pathetic. “What’s that?”

“Oh. Never mind. Anyway,” Remus changes the subject, “there are things you can take, to help you sleep. I’ll try and get you something. And—some cigarettes, too. And anything else you want.”

It does something filthy, something downright devastating to him, to watch Sirius brighten at that. Like opening a window; like the fresh pink skin beneath a scab. He did that. He can still do that.

“God, yes, please—that would be grand. Fuck.” Sirius laughs, his breath rattles. “You’ve got no idea. The only two things I wanted to do more than have a smoke when I got out, were kill Peter and see you.”

“Well, I’ll go shopping tomorrow. And you’ll be two for three. Right.” Remus’ words slump out into the night, which makes them easier to say. He is thirty-five. There are things his hands want to do again.

“Shall we go to back to bed? You, er…” he squints, and swallows. “I was thinking—if you wanted to, you could…sleep in my room, tonight, with me? Only, I thought it might help…if you wake up, and there’s someone there, it might not…be as frightening. If you want. Only a suggestion, of course,” he adds.

Sirius looks at him. This is a song they used to know. “I think—we could try that, for the night,” he replies. “Yeah. Like being twelve again.”

[jaelynnxkenshin]

Rules

Hi ☺️ I decided that before I write any requests, or fanfics in general (since I may not get any, and that's okay) I decided I should post my rules. Could you please read them before, you know, requesting or something? Thank you!💜

I will not:

Do NSFW requests. I feel uncomfortable writing that stuff and I'm still underage.

Write for real life people outside of their movie/show character. I just don't really like that sort of thing, but I won't judge you for liking it!

Write anything nonconsensual or forceful or anything like that. It, again, makes me uncomfortable.

Do any type of incest. It's disgusting end of story.

I will:

Write femxfem. I'm pansexual and absolutely don't mind any requests you have for a girl in a certain fandom.

Write fluff, angst and anything sfw. I don't think I've written any of those categories before but I do enjoy reading them. For some reason I favor angst the most lol

Do x nb reader. As I said, I go by she/they pronouns and figured out that I don't mind people using she/her pronouns on me, but I still like being addressed as they/them.

Do x male reader posts as long as it's requested.

Things to Remember:

I'm not only going to be limited to the fandoms I'll list. You can suggest some and I'll watch that series/movie or watch/play that game and do what I can!

Be specific when requesting. I can come up with my own ideas(sometimes) but I'd like to write for you too if you decided to choose me of everyone on Tumblr.

I don't like swearing a whole lot, and I'm trying not to anymore(yes I have been, I'm sorry) so you might just see the basic and not very offensive ones uncensored, and others censored.

Fandoms I write for/may write for:

Green: I plan on it

Orange: Maybe I'll write for it if it's requested or I have an idea for it.

Red: I likely won't write for it unless it's requested

Blue:I haven't finished that series yet.

FNAF

KnY

BNHA

TWD

TWDG

HxH

Encanto

Naruto

Harry Potter

AOT

Rurouni Kenshin

TPN

Alice in Borderland

The 100

Stranger Things

AGK

HRI

BSD

Death Note

Haikyuu!

LCDP

Creepypasta

Some might be added to this list, but this so far is what I have and know!

People I'll Write for:

FNAF

There's too many animatronics but I'll definitely do Roxanne, Glamrock Freddy and the Bonnies. You can request anyone you want.

KnY

Romantic & Platonic

Tanjiro Kamado

Inosuke Hashibira

Nezuko Kamado

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Kanao Tsuyuri

Genya Shinazugawa

Muichiro Tokito

Shinobu Kocho

Mitsuri Kanroji

Giyuu Tomioka

Kyojuro Rengoku

Obanai Iguro

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Tengen Uzui

Gyomei Himejima

Muzan Kibutsuji

Rui

Akaza

Douma

Anyone else you'd like to request.

BNHA

Romantic

Izuku Midoriya

Ochaco Uraraka

Shoto Todoroki

Tenya Iida

Tsuyu Asui

Katsuki Bakugou

Eijiro Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

Hanta Sero

Mina Ashido

Shota Aizawa

Amajiki Tamaki

Togata Mirio

Keigo Takami

Rumi Usagiyama

Momo Yaoyorozu

Platonic

Eri

Kota

Everyone from the romantic category.

TWD

Anyone really

HxH

Romantic

Gon Freecs

Killua Zoldyck

Kurapika

Anyone I can think of lol

Platonic

Everyone I listed

Encanto

Romantic

Isabela Madrigal♥️

Luisa Madrigal

Mirabel Madrigal

Dolores Madrigal

Camilo Madrigal

Platonic

Antonio Madrigal

Pepa Madrigal

Julietta Madrigal

Bruno Madrigal

Abuela Alma

and everyone above

Naruto

Romantic

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Hinata Hyuga

Itachi Uchiha

Kakashi 6ix9ine

Anyone you want to request

Platonic

Everyone above and those you want to request

Harry Potter

Romantic

Harry Potter

The Weasley Kids

Hermione Granger

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Anyone you want to request

Platonic

All of the above and who you want to request

AOT

Romantic

Absolutely Armin Arlert😍

Eren Yeager

Mikasa Ackerman

Jean Kirstein

Connie Springer

Sasha Braus

Reiner Braun

Bertholt Hoover

Annie Leonheart

Hange Zoe

Peick Finger

Anyone you'd like to request

Platonic

BABY EREN AHHHH♥️♥️♥️

All of the above including requests!!

TPN

Romantic

Isabella

Emma(?)

Ray(?)

Norman(?)

Anyone you request

Plantonic

Connie

Phil

All of the above including requestsss

AGK

Romantic

Akame

Leone

Tatsumi

Mine

Lubbock

Sheele

Esdeath

Kurome

Platonic

All of the above and, you guessed it, whoever's requested

HRI

Romantic

Almost everyone, especially the shotgun mask 🙇🏾‍♀️

Platonic

I'ma be honest, I didn't feel like writing all the purple down Ill write for so uhm... Yeah. Any kids in the show will be platonic plus everyone above and who you request.

BSD

Romantic

DAZAI OSAMU.

Chuuya Nakahara

Rampo Edogawa

Atsushi Nakajima

Platonic

Everyone up there and whoever's requested

Death Note

Romantic

Whoever is requested

Platonic

Whoever's requested

BTW Light has that JB cut

Haikyuu!!

Romantic

I haven't really finished Haikyuu yet but I shall always remember

KENMA

Whoever you request is who I'll write for btw☺️

Platonic

Kenma

And anyone you request

LCDP

Romantic

Oml TOKYO FOSHO FOSHO I LOVE HER--

Nairobi

Rio

The Professor

Denver(?)

Anyone requested or that I can think of

Platonic

Helsinki

Stockholm

Everyone I named above and whoever I can think of or that's requested

Creepypasta

Romantic

JTK

EJ

LJ

Ben Drowned

Homicidal Liu/Sully

Ticci Toby

Clockwork

Jane the Killer

Hoodie

Masky

Slenderman

Splendorman

Jason the Toymaker

Anyone you request

Platonic

Sally

S*uic*de Sadie

Smile Dog

Everyone above and whoever's requested

[fanfictionsquared]

I’m reworking my one MoD!Harry AU. Details below the cut.

Who did I draw in the pic?

Regulus (sharp cheekbone, curly hair that changes length)

Sirius (in the jacket with pins hehe)

Lily Luna (red hair)

Teddy (blue hair)

What is the AU now, FF^2?

*inhales deeply*

SO. Everything’s mostly canon (not cursed child compliant tho lmao), and Harry is officially Master of Death since he was the owner of all three hallows at the same time. This means, essentially, that he is now the personification/god of death.

Since Harry is Harry tho, he doesn’t want to live forever alone, and so his friends and family try to help him find a way to get out of it. There isn’t one. So he is, of course, resigned to living forever alone.

Except his friends decide “no, no thanks, we’re not letting you do this alone.” So when Harry dies and ‘ascends,’ his family and friends choose to ascend with him. He’s able to reach already dead souls using the stone, so Sirius also ends up making the choice to ascend too. The rest of the dead are content staying where they are.

(I have,,,, such a long list of who ascends and what they do and blah blah blah, but I’m not gonna get into it because it is….. so much. It’s truly just so much.)

The important thing is that the way this works is that the universe resets itself every so often, slightly different each time. And certain things carry through, like tales turning into mythos. Harry and his immortal (sometimes reincarnating) family, are the focus of several of these myths, including the harbingers of the apocalypse one.

So when his family meddles, it’s usually with those names, rather than their original ones. Which, when they interact with alternate incarnations of people they know, can cause some shenanigans.

What is actually depicted in your doodles?

Regulus,,,, listen he is my current blorbo and I just wanted to draw him, ok? The jegulus fandom got its teeth in me and now I’m thinking about Harry Potter stuff again. (Speaking of which! Fuck JKR.)

In this AU, he doesn’t ascend with everyone else, but instead ascends later during a whole thing that I will maybe actually write into a fic. Maybe.

Top left is just the first full body Regulus design I did. Dipping my toes in, you could say. Key things; he’s younger in this. Pre-ascension. He’s wearing slytherin’s locket for plot reasons.

Top middle is the Black brothers with their animagus forms behind them. And yes I made regulus’ a lion. Tbh I think he deserves it. He’s dangerous, lazy, proud, sneaky, and at the end he was really, really brave. I know lots of people make him a house cat, but like. If Sirius can have his star’s namesake as an animagus form, so can regulus.

Below that, we have Regulus saying “Potter?” While looking shocked. I won’t elaborate too much on this for plot reasons (in case I write the fic), BUT, this is the moment that he learns that Lily Luna is a Potter.

To the right of that is the brother hanging out and being cute and I love them. I just want them to reconcile and talk and be family again 😭. Also I want Sirius to have 100 little gay pins for his leather jacket. He deserves it.

Bottom left is Lily Luna and Regulus together. I this AU on particular, Regulus has a mentor/mentee and uncle adjacent relationship with her. They are cute, and I love them, and I won’t hear otherwise, sorry not sorry.

Bottom right is the only doodle I will give spoilers for. It’s post-ascension, where Regulus, Sirius, LilyLuna, and Teddy are all about to wreck some shit. The rest of the family jokingly calls them the “Grim Squad”, because all of them go out and hunt down wayward or death cheating souls. So if you see them, you’re their target, and will die. Just like the Grim thing.

Last words

This is a self indulgent au, and idk if I’ll write it, but maybe I’ll elaborate on it more here if anyone is actually interested. Either way, I’m just happy I had the motivation to draw this 😌

[justmeandmysickies]

From the dialogue prompt list: Sickie 11.) “I just–mmph–threw up–” aaand Caretaker 1.) “Poor thing, you’re belly’s really upset, huh?” for Key and Jaylen 🖤

Here you go, Flick! Thank you for basically keeping this blog alive haha

Quiet is never a good sign

characters: Key and Jaylen

warnings: emeto

Key was being quiet. Too quiet and Jaylen didn't like it one bit.

Yes, his boyfriend wasn't exactly known for being a chatty person but today was different.

Having their annual Harry-Potter-Marathon they were currently halfway through 'the order of the phoenix' and Jaylen couldn't remember the last time his boyfriend had actually said something.

And Jay was trying hard. More than once he'd attempted to involve his boyfriend in a conversation. He'd basically been talking through the entire movie. And by now Key should have either beaten his ass for talking through the movies or at least given him some kind of verbal answer.

But not today. And Jaylen could tell something was wrong with his boyfriend, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what and it bothered him to no end.

"Sirius is actually kinda hot, don't you think?" Jaylen asked, hoping he'd get an answer out of Key if he talked about his favorite character - but again he got nothing more than an approving hum.

Now Jaylen was seriously starting to get worried. And that meant something because Jaylen Louis Calligan did not worry. At least that's what he liked to think, Key would of course never tell him that Jay was actually one of the biggest overthinkers he had ever met.

Forgetting all about the movie, Jaylen was now basically staring at his boyfriend, trying to figure out what was wrong. He was pale but then again - Key was naturally pale and in the light of the tv screen it was hard to tell how bad it really was.

While Jaylen was lost in his thoughts Key was fighting a losing battle against the nausea that had been plaguing him all day.

Jaylen was still staring at his boyfriend when the latter suddenly burped. Although a rather small burp it was thick and wet and hearing it immediately sent a shiver down Jaylen’s spine. Key on the other hand shot up from where he was sitting, a hand clamped tightly over his mouth. The comforter he'd been wrapped in fell messily to the floor as the blonde sprinted to the bathroom.

Jay was left staring after his boyfriend, mouth hanging slightly agape in shock at the sudden turn of events.

A painful sounding retch came from the bathroom and with that Jaylen got up, quickly making his way to his ill boyfriend before he could think about it too much.

At the door however, he stopped to take a deep breath, bracing himself for what he was about to see. As he opened the door, he quickly realized though, that 'seeing it' was not the biggest of his worries. It was the smell that got to him first. The sour stench of vomit hit Jaylen like a wall of bricks, and he had to turn away, gagging into his hand.

Every fiber in his being wanted to walk out of the door but another retch and the sound of liquid hitting liquid sounded from behind him, making his stomach clench in sympathy for his poor boyfriend and he just couldn't leave.

And then - the toilet flushed.

‘Thank god, Jaylen thought, he is done.’ He turned around, meeting Keys eyes, who was still sat in front of the toilet. Jay walked over to him, suppressing the urge to gag again - for his boyfriend’s sake.

"I just-mmph-threw up-" Key said warningly, knowing about his boyfriend’s slight emetophobia. Unfortunately, he was cut off by another productive heave that once again brought with it a wave of semi-digested food, which noisily splattered into the toilet bowl.

Jaylen had to look away but still put a comforting hand on his boyfriend’s upper back, slowly rubbing circles over his shoulder blades.

"Yeah babes, I figured as much." He chuckled, slightly amused by Key's obvious statement.

When the sound of vomit hitting the toilet water finally stopped, Jaylen turned back around, facing his boyfriend.

Key was panting now, his entire face and back were slick with sweat and excess saliva was hanging from his bottom lip. He looked outright pitiful.

"Poor thing, your belly's really upset huh?" Jaylen murmured, still carefully rubbing up and down his boyfriend’s back.

Key spat into the toilet. "Stop talking to me like that, it sounds like you are talking to a child."

"Alright, I'm sorry." Jaylen laughed, now grabbing a piece of toilet paper and cleaning his grumpy boyfriend’s face.

When he tossed the soiled paper into the toilet, he leaned over to flush - unfortunately, he made the mistake of actually looking at what was inside the toilet bowl. Once again, the brunette singer gagged into his hand.

Key quickly looked up at his boyfriend - the gag had sounded alarmingly wet. Jaylen was swallowing convulsively, and Key moved away from the toilet, so his boyfriend had enough space and proper access - just in case. Jaylen however shook his head and slowly lifted his hand from his mouth.

"I'm good." He exhaled shakily. "Sorry about that."

Now it was Keys turn to shake his head. "It is fine, I know you get squeamish around vomit. I am seriously surprised you are actually in here with me." Key chuckled lightly, getting up to brush his teeth.

Jaylen smiled at that. "So am I. Guess I really do love you. But on a different note - how are you feeling?“

"Honestly? Like crap. I am pretty sure I caught the bug that has been going around at school. My stomach is killing me." Key sighed, placing a careful hand over his middle before putting the toothbrush into his mouth. He gagged almost immediately at the feeling and opted for some mouthwash instead.

Jaylen was carefully watching his boyfriend, looking for a sign the latter was going to throw up again. "Mh, sounds like it. How about we get you to bed? I'll grab a bucket and some medicine and then we can cuddle."

Key had to laugh at the last statement. "You really want to stay with me? While I am like this?"

"Yeah, I'll be okay, if you don’t expect me to look at you while you spew."

Key smiled. "Okay, deal. But I want to finish the movie, so let us cuddle on the couch, okay?“ Jaylen nodded. He took his boyfriend’s hand and lead him back to their living room.

While Key got settled in, Jay went to grab some sick-day supplies, including a bucket, Pepto-Bismol and a glass of water.

Five minutes later, the couple was cuddled up on the sofa, Key nestled comfortably into boyfriend’s arms, head resting on Jaylen’s chest.

Of course, Key did not finish the movie. Instead, he fell asleep less than fifteen minutes after they’d returned to the sofa.

But it was probably for the best that way, Jaylen thought, as he gently massaged the blonde’s scalp, since the next round was bound to come.

[theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin]

Why do you think Tomarry would work? I see a lot of people hating on it and the only response I ever see is that they come from similar backgrounds or people just like enemies to lovers. Also which horcrux do you think Harry would go best with (including Voldemort)

So, this is probably a more complicated question than you intended, but that’s because I live in bizarre head canon lands that few ever dare venture towards.

With that, let’s get started.

But What Do You Really Ship, Muffin?

First, it probably bears saying that I’m not really a Tomarry shipper. I know, I’ve written more than one Tomarry story, so if that’s not Tomarry what is? Well, remember that those Tomarry pairing tags are a filthy lie. October I committed the grievous sin of breaking up the Tomarry and throwing Tom at Harry’s mother. Lily and the Art of Being Sisyphus is barely a Harry Potter fic in any capacity, and while the ship is the driving force of the fic, it’s also this nebulous, distant, thing that really shows up only in strange side stories where I try to make people laugh. When Harry Met Tom is probably the closest that I take seriously, but I also intentionally subvert all your typical Tomarry tropes for my own enjoyment. 

The only Tomarry story I’d say I’ve ever actually written is “The Burning Taste of Fire Whisky”. It’s a very popular story, sadly perhaps my most popular on Ao3, but I actually loathe it entirely. 

A lot of the time I feel like I just happen to have a Tomarry shirt on and then I suddenly became a subject matter expert. If you want the Tomarry opinions from real Tomarry people, I’m probably not the best person to ask. In fact, if you want really any standard answer about Harry Potter anything, I’m not the best person to ask.

Now, I’m not just saying this to be a hipster but to sort of give some background for why I’m going to give the answer I’m going to give and why it’s going to be 100% different from everyone else’s and yes, sometimes, I do think I came from Mars.

Will the Real Tomarry Please Stand Up?

So with that, the bottom line is: taking canon as JKR intended, completely at face value, Tomarry doesn’t work at all. This is because JKR fully intends a very flat, one-dimensional, and frankly quite boring Tom Riddle. Tom Riddle’s evil, Tom Riddle was born evil, Tom Riddle was evil in the womb because of rape. He is completely and utterly irredeemable and understands nothing of love.

Well, that sort of sinks the ship right out of the harbor, doesn’t it? A Tom Riddle incapable of love is one incapable of growth, especially in a romantic focused story. If you try to write it you just get weird sociopathic whump porn where Tom probably whips Harry in a closet somewhere.

Added onto this we get that, despite what she put down on paper, Harry is supposed to be a straight man. That aside, he’s also a righteous man whose understanding of things like love and friendship mean he’d never sully himself with gross Tom Riddle. Ew, what are you people thinking?

Well, what if we take canon just mostly as JKR intended? What if we just look at the characters the way she actually wrote them versus what she was trying to do? Still no dice.

Tom might now be capable of love, be a far more engaging character who can go somewhere, and be pulled out of a pit of rage and despair by someone but that someone ain’t Harry.

First, while I firmly believe Harry is gay (gay, not bisexual, compare his descriptions of Cho/Ginny to Tom Riddle/Sirius Balck/Cedric Diggory/Charlie Weasley, that boy pants after Tom Riddle and Cho’s kiss is “wet”) he’s also a much worse person and much dumber character than JKR intended. It’s really the first that damns the pairing.

I have a whole giant post on how Harry’s a little yikes but the long and short of it is that while Harry thinks he understands friendship and love he’s also someone who will cut out his friends at a moment’s notice if he feels remotely slighted, uses and sacrifices them for his own ends, gleefully uses unforgiveable curses when given the opportunity, and is the kind of guy who would cut someone up in the bathroom, leave them to bleed to death, and only really feel bad about it when it seems he might get in trouble for it.

This Harry ending up even with a Tom who could potentially be redeemed would more likely lead to, well, weird psychopathic whump porn where Harry tortures Tom in his basement to make him pay for all the horrible things he’s done while Harry claims he’s the most moral person ever because his mother loved him.

So, yeah, no Tomarry for you.

But Wait, Didn’t You Say You Believed in Tomarry?

What I believe in are archetypes.

Remove what Harry’s supposed to be, remove what I think he actually is (one maladjusted, violent, dude with a whole lot of anger issues), let’s make Harry what perhaps JKR didn’t even know she wanted: one of those rare fundamentally good heroes who warps an entire story with the strength of their inner nobility.

Harry Potter is meant to be a story about love and friendship. Now, it’s not actually, and we sort of end with Harry being Jesus and none of us are sure why. Except that he apparently forgives Dumbledore and Snape for brainwashing him to be a kamikaze agent. They’re the bravest men he knows. But let’s pretend it actually is a story about love and friendship.

To me, the strongest story of love we could possibly have had in this world is the redemption of Tom Riddle. Here is a man who was supposed to have been irredeemable since birth, he has done many horrific and unforgiveable things, grew up in extreme hardship in a society that spits on everything he ever was, and is mired in bitterness, despair, and rage. Beneath all that, Tom Riddle has given up hope in the world and is now content to burn it down himself.

Harry, through the nobility of his spirit and integrity of his character, somehow managing to redeem Tom Riddle is not only a fascinating story but a very good one at its core. The fact that they are tied together by destiny as well as tragedy, that Harry houses a shard of Tom’s soul (and I do so love horcruxes), only makes it more so.

This is the kind of story that carries epics, and that is why I gravitate towards it.

Now, do I change Harry up to do so? Good god, yes. I wouldn’t say any Harry Potter I have written is anything close to the Harry we know from canon. Some are closer than others, but they always in some way deviate. That said, from what I’ve seen almost nobody writes the actual Harry we remember from canon, so this is a very standard practice I can get away with, without too many people calling foul.

Ultimately ending in tragedy or in the full redemption of Tom: either works with these base characterizations and the world is your oyster.

What About All Those Other Arguments?

I’m not going to get into this too much except that I wouldn’t argue Tomarry works for the reasons you list. At all.

On the similar backgrounds, the fact is Harry and Tom don’t have similar backgrounds, JKR just says they do because she likes that trope (and so do many of the readers).

Harry and Tom have dark hair, they both came from abusive homes, but that’s where the similarities start and end. Upon entering the wizarding world Harry is treated very very very differently from Tom Riddle.

Harry, grows up in this weird sort of pseudo poverty where he dresses in rags because the Dursley’s hate him but he never actually has to worry about money. When he gets to the wizarding world he can afford everything he wants. He can buy a new wand, he can buy new supplies, he can buy all the candy off the trolly cart. Money’s not an object to Harry, is barely even a concept.

Tom Riddle is presumably on scholarship and money is everything to him. He buys a new wand but likely all his clothes and books are second hand. He can’t buy whatever candy he wants, probably can’t afford gifts for his peers, Tom is very aware of the haves and have nots.

Harry similarly never has to worry about a career. He never gets that far, fearing for his life so much, but the fact is that Harry has enough money that he doesn’t actually need to work. More, who would turn down the great Harry Potter? He wants to be an auror, is afraid he might not qualify, but it’s not really desperate.

Tom Riddle is to the world an impoverished muggle born. He tries for the Defense position and is turned down mostly because Dumbledore threw shade. Dumbledore tries to make it seem like Tom desperately wanted to work in this weird shop in London’s magical back alley, but probably that was the only position Tom could get (everything Dumbledore ever says, especially in those pensieve lessons, must be taken with a large grain of salt). Everything else goes to friends, family, and purebloods.

Adding to this, Harry has this glowing reputation. Now, Harry might not like it, he might want to be just Harry but the fact is that everyone has heard of him and most people worship the ground he walks on. Doors are open to him everywhere. His first introduction to the wizarding world is from a man who loves him and gushes about Harry as a baby.

Tom Riddle is someone with a muggle last name, who comes from a muggle orphanage, in other words he is nobody from nowhere. (For reasons I won’t get into here I find it very doubtful Tom ever revealed he was the heir of Slytherin until he became Voldemort and let Tom Riddle fade into obscurity). His first introduction to the wizarding world is some asshole lighting all his stuff on fire because the matron talked shit about him.

Harry wants to stay at Hogwarts because the Dursleys are abusive. Yes, this is terrible, but Tom wants to stay because Nazis are bombing London and Dippet says, “So sorry, Tom, no exceptions. Enjoy those luffas!” Harry’s concerns are never treated with the same disdain.

To make a long story short, they do not have similar backgrounds, at all. To say they do is utterly laughable and not much better than saying “they both have dark hair, they have so much in common!”

They both came from abusive homes, yes, but even the nature of those homes were very different and when they went to Hogwarts they were worlds apart.

... So much for not getting into it, eh?

As for Enemies to Lovers, well, it’s a trope and people enjoy it but it’s not my jam. I could go into why, but I think I’ve said enough.

Which Horcrux Do You Think Harry Would Go Best With?

We see so little of the individual horcruxes I’m not sure I can really take a stab at this. I sort of just make up their personalities as it suits me every time I write them.

With that I suppose I’m partial to the one in Harry’s head? Given that he has a front row seat to Harry, has seen Voldemort’s tragic demise, I think he’s in the best position to end up with Harry in a meaningful manner.

Especially as, if you think about it, he could represent the very last of Tom Riddle’s humanity. The single shard of humanity that remained in him until the bitter end.

[lilydalexf]

Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with Tabula Rasa

Tabula Rasa has 8 stories at Gossamer, but there are even more X-Files fics at AO3 and her website. She writes Mulder and Scully in a very lovely way. I've recced 3 of my favorites of her fics here before: Bird in Snow, Fall: East on M St, and Skuamorph. Big thanks to Tabula Rasa for doing this interview.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

I'm always extremely pleasantly surprised to get kudos (or, very rarely, a comment) on my old fic, but I'm always happy to see it! I did post them all (I think) to AO3. I'm not surprised people are still reading fic, though. It's an iconic show and now with streaming, it's really easy to watch older shows and natural to want fic about them!

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

XF was my first fandom, definitely my first online fandom, and so it will always have a special place in my heart. Also... I had a great time! I stumbled upon and joined the Scullyfic email list by accident, but it was the best thing I could have done. I learned a lot about how to be a writer and how to be in fandom, and those lessons are still important to me. Foundational. Also, in terms of modern fandom drama, XF was more low-key on the drama (although it didn't seem like it at the time!). But I learned something that's always served me well: find like-minded people, and hang out with them. Don't worry about the rest.

Also... you can't control the show, but you kind of can control the canon.

Because of Scully, I ended up taking a forensic anthropology class in university-- and now I have a Master's in a forensic science! Part of the Scully Effect, and proud of it!

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

Definitely mostly email list! I never really got the hang of message boards. Posting fic was exhausting, and tbh I never figured out how to work Ephemeral. I checked it every day, though! I loved, after a new episode, everyone sending in their thoughts and reading everyone's experiences together. Fandom was a lot more work back then, tbh!

What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

That fic can be just as good, or better, than traditionally published works. There are works of XF fic that have stuck with me for years now, far more than some books I've read. That fan writers can know the characters better than the show writers. The fandom in general was really smart, and mostly more adult than me (I joined fandom when I went away to college, so I always felt at the younger end of the scale. That was good though!).

Also, my first time reading and writing porn. Not gonna lie, I was shocked the first time I accidentally read smut. But I adjusted fast. lol

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

I was still a kid (now we would say preteen) when the show premiered- I think in middle school. But I was already into ghosts, aliens, monsters, solving mysteries, and I'd already imprinted on the dynamic thanks to Square One (really)! I was also just old enough to start developing celebrity crushes. Hilariously, I did not twig to the fact that I'm bisexual the entire time I was in XF fandom, despite having enormous crushes on BOTH Mulder and Scully. Ahhhh!

Also, my whole family was into the show, but I was definitely the one with the hyperfixation. I used to take notes and record the episodes as I watched. It just had the right stuff and hit at the right time. And I've always been obsessive.

What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

As a kid I also really liked Star Trek, and someone had given my dad a book about the history of Star Trek, which I read. This included mentions of fandom and fanfic. As soon as I had a private-- and perhaps more importantly fast-- internet connection (in college), I went looking for XF fanfic, and that was that. Hooked immediately. Also I shipped them A LOT so that's what I went looking for.

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

I tend to not go back to a fandom once I have a new fandom, so I wouldn't say I'm in it. I did hang around the edges for the revival, of course, because I wanted to experience that with the same people, but since the revival was mostly not that great (with a few exceptions), I didn't get pulled back into it. But I still think of the people I knew in the fandom a lot, and always hope they're doing well.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

I've never left fandom, and I've been in a BUNCH: Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Bandom, Supernatural, now CQL/The Untamed and other Chinese-media fandoms, with many smaller ones in between or on the side. I feel like at their core fandoms tend to be similar, although where you host the fandom makes a big difference: Livejournal, tumblr, twitter. I think that because fandoms now tend to be bigger and more diverse (which is good) there tends to be more wank (which is bad). In some of them I was close to a group of people, some of them not. Honestly the best thing is when someone you know from an old fandom is in your new fandom. It's so much fun. I have really good friends thanks to fandom, and I've had them for YEARS. Like. 15 years.

Who are some of your favorite fictional characters? Why?

I tend to focus more on ships than characters, but some of my all-time favs: Scully, Hermione, Sirius Black, Castiel, Lan Wangji, Xie Lian. That's just fandom-oriented ones, otherwise we'd be here all day. :D

Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

I don't often rewatch episodes any more, although if I come across an ep on tv I might. I definitely still think about them though! For example, I'm a teacher now, and just a couple weeks ago one of my colleagues mentioned he'd heard the students saying they shipped two of their classmates, and he was like "Ship? I don't get it" and I was like "HOO BOY, do I have a story for you!" And I explained how shipping came from XF fandom, and why. That was fun. I definitely still think about Mulder and Scully too-- I mean, they're cultural touchstones, so they do come up sometimes in greater pop culture. Also, I was in Hannibal fandom for a while, and Gillian Anderson is still The Best.

Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?

I haven't read XF fic in years, even the ones I remember as being really significant/important to me. I still have my all-time favs saved on an external HD though! Fic in another fandom- every day lol.

Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

Blinded by White Light by DashaK has stuck with me. Mr. and Mrs. Smith and the Ruby-Throated Warbler by I forget I'm so sorry -- that's lasted as my ideal post-canon MSR and as an interesting and different way to tell a story.  [Lilydale note: It’s by rah.] I was always thrilled to see fic by Brandon, JET, MaybeAmanda, Syntax6... and, frankly, everyone on the Scullyfic/ Emuse list. So many talented people in that fandom!

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

Things Outside, which is the only thing I've ever written based on a dream, and I'm really satisfied with it. It was hard to write but so much fun to revel in the weirdness. I always kind of wanted to write more because I know a lot more about the situation, but otoh, I like the open, ambiguous ending (usually I am very HEA).

In other fandoms, King & Country in bandom (MCR) and in Supernatural I'm very proud of Hope and Clay. I struggle to write casefics even though I love to read them, but that one really worked out.

Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

I don't think I'll ever write something new. There is an old fic that may be done but it was smut so I was too shy to post it at the time. In theory if I find it and it's decent, I could post it!

Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work?

I do! I write fic very slowly, but I do write still! I have a million ideas for stories, but I'm so slow at the actual writing part.

Where do you get ideas for stories?

I usually take a jumping-off point from canon, or of course, something I need to fix or expand on. Or sometimes I start telling myself a story as I fall asleep and the idea grabs me long enough I can manage to write it.

What's the story behind your pen name?

I was getting into fandom and realized people didn't use their real names. I flipped through my history book looking for inspiration, and decided tabula rasa was a great name for a writer. I tend to add an X because it's rare to get "tabularasa" as a username, and the X is indeed for X-Files (so I'm something like tabulaxrasa most places). I usually go by Tabula Rasa or Tab, though. And I still use it because 1) it IS a great name for a writer; and 2) it's not fandom-specific so I can keep it in every fandom.

I identify with it so much I have answered to this name in class (oops). I have a "Tab" t-shirt (as in the soda, but I have worn it to Comic-Con for ease of ID-- better than a nametag!). And my mom got me a necklace with a "tab" typewriter key as a charm, which I adore. Yes, I have accidental merch of myself.

Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

As you can tell from the above, my family knows (my family being my parents and sister). They are supportive! I think my mom read a couple stories? But obviously she has to know the fandom to get it... I got my sister into fic, and we even wrote a couple fics together (in Gundam Wing). She's a lot more selective about fandoms, but she's joined fandoms on her own, too. She's just not in one constantly, like me. :p

I tend not to tell not-online friends unless I have felt them out and know they're super fannish, or they bring it up first.

Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?

Most of my old fic is now on AO3 and I hang out on twitter a lot, @tabula_x_rasa

Is there anything else you'd like to share with fans of X-Files fic?

I'm really glad people are still in this fandom! It will always be so important to me. Thank you Lilydale, for this nostalgia trip!

(Posted by Lilydale on March 30, 2021)

[acciocrzychickfics]

2020 Remadora Fanfic Recommendations

So these are not all of my favorites because there are so many, many to choose from but these are. Also I rarely read fluff, so I struggled with that list, sorry. I have put an * next to any story that is fabulous read by has been abandoned.  

MutliChapter Rec

1. If Only by LoquaciousLupin

Tonks meets a mysterious, charming and handsome man at a muggle bar, imagine her surprise when the next time she bumps into him is at her first Order meeting! Will they continue their flirtatious relationship or push aside their feelings in the name of the Order?

Rating: K  Status: Complete

2. The Bureaucratic Error by Iniga

After his death, Remus finds himself 5 years in the past, having undone Voldemort's defeat and Teddy's birth. He's going to need his old friend Sirius to help him with this one.

Rating: T   Status : Incomplete* 

3. Chasing Grindylows by Firetoflame

She pens the note on official Ministry letterhead. Remus Lupin, it reads. You are hereby summoned to attend an Auror interview regarding case file number 713, suspect to be named, Sirius Black. You are required to attend promptly at nine o'clock on the morning of Tuesday the twenty-first. Sincerely, Nymphadora Tonks, Auror Department

Rating: M Status: Complete 

4. Lycanthropy, Love and Other Curses by Thora Jane

This is the story of Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks from beginning...to end.

Rating: T    Status: In-Progress (last updated on 12/13/20)

5. A Marriage of Convivence? by BDA 

The Ministry of Magic is preparing to pass new and extremely restrictive laws against magical beings. The Order must scramble to protect Remus, who will be greatly affected by the restrictions on werewolves. Thankfully Dumbledore has a solution. It is decided that Remus will marry Tonks - a pretend relationship to take advantage of a loophole in the laws. Will it work? How will the pair find being married to each other? 

Rating: E       Status: Complete

6. A Crinkle of Fate by AFaith1192 

What if you were given a second chance? An opportunity to change everything... At the last minute before dying, Nymphadora Tonks makes a desperate wish; a wish to save more than one life. But changing the future has a price, and she will have to learn how to pay it. 

Rating: T Status: In-Progress (last updated on 11/15/20)

7. Flying Colours Series by TauraNorma 

The ‘Flying Colours’ trilogy follows Lupin and Tonks’ romance across the canon timeline, from the beginning of the Order of the Phoenix until the end of the Deathly Hallows. 

Rating: E      Status: In-Progress 

8.  Snapshots by brainyisalwayssexy

Mini scenes and moments that could’ve, should’ve been in the films, but weren’t. Movie-canon semi-compliant. Not meant to make sense from chapter to chapter, and not in chronological order.

Rating: M Status: In-Progress (last updated on 12/21/20)

9.Muggle AU Series by AyashiTetsuko132

A school teacher with a rebellious past. A punk musician with a dynamic present. They have an interesting future together.

Rating: T Status: Complete 

10. Protection Detail by LoquaciousLupin

As she can't actively be involved with the search for Black, Tonks is sent to co-ordinate the protection of Hogwarts and Harry Potter whilst Sirius is on the loose. Whilst there, she befriends a charming but secretive new professor. Set during Prisoner of Azkaban. AU in later chapters. Rated for language! Remus/Tonks centred fic.

Rating: T Status: Incomplete (last updated 06/27/20)

11. Worth the Risk by HeadintheCloudsForever

AU. Odyssey-length long fic. Tonks/Remus. Following an Order mission gone horribly wrong that results in Tonks becoming gravely wounded, she meets Remus Lupin when he and Moody rescue her, and Dumbledore assigns Lupin as her new partner for the year, and during the painful time of healing as the young witch recovers from her injuries, she slowly begins to warm up to the man and falls in love with him. Remadora.

Rating: T        Status: Complete 

Angst/Hurt/Comfort

1. I Can't Tell Her by accio_spaceman

He couldn't tell her- it would ruin everything. But can he stop himself? Originally written about Remadora but written in such a way that you could make it about pretty much anyone. 

Rating: K    Status: Complete 

2. In Denial by secretfanficlover

Remus and Tonks try their best to prevent Tonks from becoming pregnant, a war wasn't the time or place for a child, but Teddy was going to become part of the family whether they liked it or not.

Rating: K  Status: Complete 

3. The First Goodbye by couldbemoresonic

“I’m leaving. Albus,” he nodded to the Hogwarts Headmaster, who nodded in return, “has asked me to go into the Underground to help with recruiting.” A few people gasped, Molly audibly said, “Remus no, that’s far too dangerous!” Remus didn’t look at Molly Weasley though. He found himself instead, looking directly into the pale grey eyes of Nymphadora Tonks.

Remus leaves to be a Werewolf spy for the Order, but stops in to say goodbye first.

Rating: G  Status: Complete 

4. Clearing the Desk by HecateA

Harry inherited a certain someone's desk in the Auror Office and finds out just how many slices of someone's life can be contained in a couple of drawers. Oneshot. 

Rating:   K  Status: Complete 

5. For the Sake of the Daughter by Gilpin 

Tonks brings Remus home to see her parents and it's a meeting of mixed emotions for all. Set just after the end of HBP 

Rating:  T  Status: Complete 

Fluffy, Fluff

1. The Order’s Most Eligible Bachelors by cafei-au-lei

The Order's Most Eligible Bachelors, or: the ladies indulge in some firewhiskey and gossip. Sirius and Remus stumble upon a game they're not sure they want to be privy to (okay, maybe Sirius does.) The results lead to some necessary conversation and introspection for a few of the parties involved. Oneshot. 

Rating: T  Status: Complete

2. Lucky Stars by Sirussly 

Series of oneshots (most are fluffly haha)

Rating: G     Status: Incomplete*

3. Chapter by Chapter by HecateA 

Due to a mix-up in the school library, McGonagall's new TA gets the book that Remus needs, which leads to some slow and painful torture. Oneshot. University/College AU.

Rating: K Status: Complete

4. Strange Magic by ItsSoRonksItsRight

Molly comes across a pair of bright purple female short-style lace briefs, what will Remus do? Ronks. Rated T to be safe. One-shot. Disclaimer: I do not own anything relatable to Harry Potter, I'm just borrowing. 

Rating: T Status: Complete

5. The Love Life of Nymphadora Tonks by miniandminie

After Tonks slips to Sirius that she likes someone, the entire Order of the Phoenix is on her case to find out who that ‘someone’ is, including the ‘someone’ himself: Remus Lupin. RLNT, Remadora.

Rating: K Status: Complete 

Family (Remus/Tonks/Teddy)

1. The Talk, Or The (Lighthearted) Trauma of Teddy R. Lupin by cafei-au-lei

Teddy knew when Dad brought out the firewhiskey that something was suspicious. Then again, maybe he wasn't giving Dad enough credit for being the cool parent. AU. Remus and Tonks survive to raise their son and give him The Dreaded Talk. Oneshot.

Rating: T    Status: Complete

2. Grocery Shopping with the Lupins by Deletinvthissoon

What happens when Teddy Lupin gets lost in the grocery store?

Rating: K   Status: Complete

3. In Case I Don’t Live Forever by ThatHCWriter

While cleaning out her attic years after the war, Andromeda discovers a strange muggle media device. She turns it on, and when it begins, Andromeda's world stops.

"Is this thing on? Teddy! It's your dad."

Or, how an accidental discovery allows Teddy Lupin to hear a message from beyond the grave.

Rating: T   Status: Complete 

4. Remus, Teddy! by LadyLoss15

Remadora oneshot Tonks spends an amazing day with Remus just to realize at the end of the day that, to her horror, they have forgotten about bringing Teddy home from the kindergarten. Or have they really?

Rating: NR Status: Complete 

5. The Miracle of Accidental Magic by Mills87

Teddy has a bout of accidental magic when he and his Grandma are attacked by a remnant group of Voldemort supporters on his third birthday. His magic transports him and Andromeda back in time to three years before he was born. With no way back to their time will Andromeda find a way to safely alter time to save her loved ones, what consequences may lie ahead?

Rating: T   Status: Incomplete*

Smut/PWP

1. Awake at Night by Skelpielimmer

Tonks muses on her newfound obsession with Remus Lupin's hands. OotP. Rated M for adult content!

Rating: M   Status: Complete

2. The Perils of Patrol by Worthfull1

Things get a little heated when patrolling undercover. Rated M for swearing and smut. One-shot.

Rating: E    Status: Complete 

3. Under the Invisibility Cloak by AWideEyedPhoenix84

Lupin and Tonks find themselves in a precarious situation on a mission for the Order, and months of pent-up passion come out right before the full moon.

Rating: E    Status: Complete

4. Under the Desk by immahorny

Tonks pays Lupin a visit at Hogwarts. What will happen. AU - Remus is still a teacher when they have an established relationship Book 6 . ***CAUTION: HEAVY SMUT. RATED M FOR A REASON. DON'T LIKE DON'T READ***

Rating: M    Status: Complete 

5. Phantom Touch by Fleshisonlyflesh

Dora is unable to sleep, and her fantasies of a certain werewolf cause her to find a way to relax...

Rating: E     Status: Complete 

General/Romance

1. First Meeting and She’s a Piece of Work by firetoflame

He doesn't even know her, not really, and somehow she's ended up with his wand. He thinks maybe next time he'll listen when Sirius tells him his cousin is a real piece of work.

Rating: G   Status: Complete 

2. Remus, Interrupted by Tonkswyrda 

Sirius likes to interrupt people when they're in the middle of things.

Rating: K  Status: Complete 

3. Things Sirius Black Cannot Unsee by HecateA

In which Sirius doesn't know how to knock, sees something he shouldn't have, and can't keep it to himself—especially not during a very serious Order meeting. Oneshot.

Rating: T Status: Complete 

4. Pluto by bikelock28

A series of Lupin/ Tonks one-shots. Canon universe. Ch84 now up. "Did you send him away, Professor? Or did he ask to go?".

Rating: T  Status: In-Progress (last updated on 12/18/20)

5. Girlish Giggle by failuretoland

Sirius could always tell when Remus had an enjoyable evening, and he had a bad habit of announcing it to anyone who would listen.

Rating: G   Status: Complete

6. The Dawn Patrol by aegle 

Mundungus Fletcher resents being dragged to Yorkshire by Remus and Tonks. He laments.

Rating: T   Status: Complete

7. On First Impressions by cafei-au-lei 

"'You know,' Sirius said, 'it's kind of funny. For someone who thinks Remus is so annoying, you sure can't seem to stop talking about him.'" A series of moments in Remus and Tonks' developing relationship as they get to know each other and learn that maybe first impressions aren't necessarily everything. OOTP. Oneshot. 

Rating: T  Status: Complete 

8. Tuesday by Moreofaguestage

“Sure, Okay let's go get married” Tonks replied brightly. “Where do people get married at 8pm on a Tuesday evening?”

Rating: G  Status: Complete

9. Find Us in a Week by myscribblinquill 

Tonks' new case is different to those she's had before. First off, there's no crime to solve, all she has to do it collect information on the mark and pass it along to her client. But the problem is there's nothing to pass along, he's so boring and yet, somehow, Tonks can't stop following him.

Rating: G   Status: Complete 

10. Dora by notoriously

Meetings with the Order are long and boring, and Don't-Call-Me-Nymphadora Tonks doesn't do long and boring. She takes some time out of her duties to carefully consider Remus Lupin, and he quite-significantly-less-carefully considers the name that leaves his mouth when addressing her.

Rating: G  Status: Complete 

[writeroutoftime]

In honor of reaching 1,000 followers, I thought it would be fun to host my very first writing challenge! I hope that you have fun with this challenge, and I can’t wait to see what you come up with!!

rules: 

while you don’t have to be following me, it is greatly appreciated! 😊 (it would also be great if you reblogged this, but no pressure!)

for this challenge, I ask that you please stick to the following fandoms: peaky blinders, bridgerton, harry potter, and mcu

no character x character, but character x reader and character x oc is perfectly acceptable 

please send me an ask including the prompts you would like to use as well as the character you are writing for so that I can update this list 

for this challenge, there will be a limit of 2 people per prompt

IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, NO SMUT! however, those over 18, feel free to write smut if it inspires you - just make sure that it is probably tagged, along with any other tropics that might be triggering 

make sure to tag me in your fic once you are done, and also tag your story with #woot1kchallenge so I can organize the fics. if I don’t respond to your fic within a day or so, feel free to message me a link! 

finally, HAVE FUN!! that is the most important part of this challenge. feel free to post your story whenever because I completely understand how busy life can be!! it is much more important to me that you enjoy yourself and do not feel stressed out than to post your story my a certain date 

prompts: 

1. “Have I told you that I love you today?” 

@/gryffindors-wealsey w/ Ron and @/eloisebridgerton w/ Benedict

2. “So that’s it? It’s over?” 

3. “Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.” 

@/babylooneytoonz w/ Steve Rogers

4. “Letting you go was the hardest thing I ever had to do.” 

5. “I fixed you breakfast. I know it’s just a bowl of cereal, but it’s the only thing I can’t burn.” 

@/gryffindors-wealsey w/ Ron

6. “Is that a drawing of me?” 

@/eloisebridgerton w/ Benedict

7. “I can’t fall in love with you. I don’t want all the pain that comes with it.” 

8. “Let’s run away together!” 

9. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending their you.” 

@/inconsistentwriting w/Anthony Bridgerton

10. “Don’t be silly. I want to stay up with you.” 

11. “I won’t let anyone hurt you. You’re safe with me.” 

12. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” 

13. “Am I not good enough?”/ “I’m not good enough.” 

@/cinebration w/ Alfie

14. “Shut up and kiss me already.” 

@/fandomsandxfiles w/ mcu character

15. “I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.” 

songs: 

(sorry the songs are kinda cringey lol, I don’t listen to a lot of ‘new songs’ and these seemed fun)

1. your song - elton john 

2. like i’m gonna lose you - meghan trainor and john legend 

3. that’s what makes you beautiful - one direction 

4. love of my life - queen 

5. my life would suck without you - kelly clarkson 

6. satisfied - hamilton 

7. mamma mia - abba 

@/beautifultypewriter w/ Isaiah Jesus

8. mine - taylor swift 

@/tinymalscoffee w/ Sirius Black

tropes: 

1. soulmate au 

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4. enemies to lovers

5. royalty au 

6. friends to lovers 

7. there’s only one bed 

8. unrequited love 

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The Marauders and the Slytherin Chapter 8

Remus lupin x reader

TW: mentions of suicide/death

Chapter 8: The Letter

STORY MASTER LIST

(Yn pov)

 

I know what to do. I know the only one I would be leaving behind, the only one that actually liked me is Lily. But I am making it easier for everyone. James will finally be with Lily. Remus will move on and find love. Sirius and Peter will be pleased. So it’s the only way. I will have to leave Hogwarts forever. I will write a letter to Lily explaining where I am. So then she can visit me. I mean it is me last year anyway.

Then my door opened.

*At dinner time*

(Lily pov)

I have not seen y/n once today which is really weird. I asked Severus if he knew but he said the last time he has seen her was at breakfast. I guess I could talk to a few others even though I don’t think they would really care.

I walked up to the Gryffindor table where all James, Remus, Sirius and Peter was.

Lily – Hey guys! Do you have a minute?

James – Whats up Lily? Still hanging around that pathetic excuse of a person.

Lily – She is not pathetic and no. I was wanting to ask you if you knew where she was.

Sirius – Why would we know. We don’t follow her around like a loss puppy.

Lily – Listen I am really concerned with the missing student list so please just help me out.

James – fine bit you owe us. Ok?

Lily- Fine just come.

Sirius – alright let’s go!

It’s been two hours and we have been searching the castle non stop. Not that the others have been searching. The last place we have to go is the forbidden forest and that is were we will be.

As we’re in the forbidden forest. Sirius and James kept telling me to go back to the Castle.

James – Come on Lily! She is clearly not out here.

Sirius – Yeah let’s go back inside!

Lily – NO! I will not rest till I find her.

Do we kept looking.

Remus – Wait what is that?

Remus was pointing toward something. We step closer to see.

Lily – that’s not something Remus that’s y/n. Y/N! Are you okay?

I try to shake her awake to find out that she is not breaking.

Lily – she is dead.

I hear the others gasping behind me.

Lily – come on we need to tell Dumbledore.

We raced to go tell Dumbledore and he looked at the body.

Dumbledore – we are sorry to tell you that y/n has committed, we found in her pocket that she has left a letter for each of you and a memory vile. Please take these to a private room when reading and watching her memories. With that I was crying non stop and we all went up to my dorm.

 

(Dumbledore’s pov)

*In his office*

Minnie- Why didn’t you tell the truth!

Dumbledore- it is easier to say she committed then having the school on lockdown for her murder.

Minnie – but we have a killer on the loose.

Dumbledore- And we will find them and get justice for y/n death but until then we must remain patient.

Minnie – I think her murder was planned!

Dumbledore- I think it was as well. The person who killed her also wanted it to seem like she committed so they can get away with it. My biggest fear is that it may be someone in Hogwarts right now. Maybe even a student. But only time will tell. Remember she may be gone but never forgotten. Y/n was a true Slytherin, she showed Leadership,  Cleverness, determination, Resourceful, and more that made her just right for her house. And today she has proven to the other students that being in Slytherin dies not make you the bad guy.

 

(Lily pov)

We are in my dorm getting ready to read the letter she wrote. We are all going to take turn reading the out loud then we are going to watch her memories.

Lily – So who will start?

They all stayed quiet.

Lily – Nobody? Fine then I will go.

“Dear Lily,

I wish to tell you that I am sorry. I am sorry for not trying to live in a world that has done nothing but hate me. You Lily were my only friend, my only family. I will miss you dearly. I know that you may not like James right now but he is a good man. I can’t blame him for not trusting me based on my house. I will miss you so much and don’t worry this is not the end. I will see you soon.

Love Y/n.”

Lily- That’s mine whose next.

Sirius – I guess I can go.

“Dear Sirius,

I understand your past with your family and how difficult it is I never had a great childhood either with will be explained in my memory. I want you to know that I always saw you as a brother even though you hated me and torched me for years. I still care for you.. I wish you the best in life. Remember Life is only seen on how you choose to live it!

Love, Y/n.”

Sirius – that’s the end of mine.

I noticed that Sirius looked like he was going to tear up.

Remus – I will go,

“Dear Remus,

I want you to know that I will always love you. Even after you have yelled at me or hurt me. I was the one who took you to that cabin. It was my family’s get away cabin when I was young which will also be included in my memories. I have the key and the step by step direction for the chocolate you always liked. I want you to know that the cabin is yours to go to after full moons. And one last thing you should never be afraid of people judging you for being a werewolf. You are perfect as you are.

Love, Y/n”

Remus – It also has the key and directions. I need to go I will be back.

He ran out of my dorm with his head down.

Lily – Whose next?

 

(Remus pov)

I can’t believe it. Y/n is gone and it’s ally fault.

Tears are spilling from my eyes as I can’t control my anger.

I miss her and I don’t know what to do. I said awful things to her when she has done nothing but help me.

After a good 15 minutes I go back in Lily’s room.

Remus – Has everyone gone there turn?

Lily- yeah! And while you were out there a few boys confessed anything you should tell Remus before we watch y/n memories? Boys?

I was so confused what did she mean?

Peter – Y/n was never mean to us!

Sirius – We bullied her and made her feel worthless.

James – I am the one who told her that it would be better if she died.

Remus – YOU WHAT! ALL THIS TIME I HAVE BEEN ANGRY WITH HER AND BELIEVING YOU WHEN SHE WAS THE REAL VICTIM. WHY IN THE HELL WOULD YPU DO THAT. YOU GUYS KNEW THAT I WAS INLOVE WITH HET BUT YOU HURT HER. AND THEN BLAMED HET BECAUSE YOU GUYS DID NOT LOKE HER?

I was furious to know that they did this.

Sirius – we are so sor-

Remus – Sorry is not going to bring her back. Let’s jus watch her memories.

I said as I snapped at them. We followed the directions to be able to see her memories.

It started when she was little and she met me. Told me I was monster to when she got home she was abused by her father. She was only eight . Then to when she met the others. As we watched her memories we noticed she always looked happy but was really not. We did not know her father hurt her constantly. Not only did he abuse her but her mom was il. At the age of thirteenth her and her mom found the cabin. The same cabin she brought me to. Later her dad was thrown on jail . And one day when she got home to the cabin she saw her mom die in front of her. Her mother’s last words was “Goodbye is not forever" then it showed all the Pain James and Sirius and Peter caused her they bullied her. Then it showed the moment that the others made me believe them and I snapped at her. Then all the times Lily has cheered her up. Lily was there when no one else was!

Now the memories has ended. It was awful we all were crying at this point. We miss her. And her death was my fault.

I miss her!

 

 

(Unknown pov)

And that is why you should never bully someone. They may just take their life from it. Me and your mother got together two years later to fulfill her wish. And there is not a day when we all don’t think about her. Remus couldn’t move on from her, and it hurts to seem h in pain. When you see this letter you will be old enough to understand. Don’t judge someone based on their house before you are put into their shoes for a day.

We love you Harry!

Love Dad!

(Harry pov)

Hermione- wow that is something for you

Harry- yeah we should ask Sirius and professor Lupin about this. Maybe they can tell us more about Y/n.

So we head down to the meeting.

 

Authors Note: This is not the end of us don’t worry keep reading to find out more!

[siriusly-parker]

𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

fandom: Harry Potter

words: 1.1k

warnings: Bad writing, one curse word

a/n: thank you for requesting anon!! this was requested today and i wrote it 5 minutes after. it’s bad. it’s really really bad. and i’m sorry. but if you don’t hate it do consider following or reblogging or asking to be tagged in what turned into a “series” apparently or anything james or hp or any other characters (go see my who i write for list) i’m going to be writing for remus probably and requests are open and welcomed! i love you guys. hope you don’t vomit reading this. also don’t know what happened with the spacing but i can’t fix it sorry. i really hope it’ll get better through out the series. i havent written in months and i literally forgot how. so i’ll get better i promise. i hope.

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They were best friends. Since the day they met, they were best friends. 

They were eleven, nervous and had just gotten on the train for Hogwarts. Y/n was lost and knew absolutely no one. She was a mudblood and her parents didn’t know anything about magic, and until a few weeks back, she didn’t either. She tried to read as many books as possible to understand this hidden world, but she was still scared. 

James was a pureblood. Though that never meant anything. Blood status wasn’t really a thing for him, he knew about it but didn’t care. She read a lot about the issue and felt overwhelmed about her identity. She should probably just not talk about it. At all. To anyone. Right? And the best way to do that was to not talk. At all. To anyone. And the best way to do THAT was to stay away. From everyone. And so she sat alone. Not that she really had any other option. 

She had gotten to the train station early and there was practically no one there yet. People started coming in and that’s when it all started. A young boy with big glasses and messy hair opened the door and simply sat in front of her after putting his things away.

“Oh. Umm, can I, uhh…Sit??” The unnamed boy said.

“I mean you’re already… Sitting… ” 

“I’m James by the way, and one day I’ll be the best quidditch player in the world.”

“I’m Y/n, and I think you’re a big dreamer, little guy!”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Depends… Do you dare dream of being better than me at quidditch or do you still have common sense?”

“Well, actually I-”

 The door bursts open for a second time.

 “HI! I’M SIRIUS AND I HAVE NO FRIENDS!”

“Ummm… Ok? Is it a wizard thing to introduce yourself with a random fact or have I just stumbled on the two weirdest people ever? Not that I wouldn’t know, because I was raised a wizard... For sure...”

 And that’s when they became best friends.

 Five years later and they were still as close. 

Y/n was waiting for James for their weekly “study dates” which don’t really include studying but rather arm wrestle fights, some chess, planning the next prank, or literally anything. Anything other than what they were actually supposed to be doing. But for the first time in all those years, James simply didn’t show up. 

Study dates have been cancelled before on a few rare occasions, but it was always discussed previously. She waited for two hours before going back to the Gryffindor common room. Y/n wasn’t exactly mad, she just didn’t understand why he’d do that. He’d never done something like that before and he knew how important these were. It must have been something horribly important or he would have told her like he always did. It wasn’t.

 Upon entering the common room, Y/n immediately spotted James and Lily on the couch in front of the fire. They had a bunch of textbooks in front of them and seemed to be studying for the next potion’s exam. 

Now she was mad. 

He couldn’t study with her because he found another study partner, and that was so messed up. He could go study with anyone else at any other time, but not during THEIR time. It's like he just replaced her. He couldn’t have just forgotten, they had been doing this for 73 Fridays, he knew exactly what he was doing.

 “Hi, study partner!” She said, purposely scaring him with the fakest smile she could put on.

“Oh… Heeyyyyyy… Yyyyyyy/nnnnn… Study partneeeer…” James answers, adding finger guns for an effect of - you just caught me.

“Yeah! Exactly! It’s me! Y/n! Your study partner!”

“We were just… Uhhh…”

“Studying. We were just studying, Y/n.” Evans said.

“Oh my! Thank you, Lily! I didn’t know I was not only stupid but also blind!”

“Sorry…” Lily mumbled underneath her breath.

“I’m sure you are.”

“Y/n you don’t need to be rude to her like that.”

“Thank you, James, for informing me! I thought it was my duty as an official meanie, but you have opened my eyes, and I’m so grateful! Never gonna make a rude comment to a pretty girl again.”

“Why are you so mad anyway?” The redhead added.

“WhY aRe yOU so mAd aNyWAy?!??” Y/n copied her in a, not so flattering, way. “I don’t know Lily flower, maybe because for the past 5 years James and I, as in me, Y/n L/n, his best friend, met every single Friday for "studying” and he just stood me up for the first time ever and the only apparent reason was to replace me with someone else? That’s my guess. But I don’t know, I don’t know, maybe I’m just too emotional because I’m on my period. That’s another option. What do you guys think?“

"I think you may be overreacting…” James mumbled.

“That was a rhetorical question sweetheart. That means you don't usually answer, but yeah… I probably am overreacting, Jamie. I probably am.”

 She turned around and he knew he messed up.

 For anyone else, that would have been overreacting, but for these two, this was a big deal, and James knew it. So he quickly finished with Lily and went right over to her dorm to apologize. He countered the gender blocking spell and knocked on her door to the rhythm of “Help!” from the Beatles.

 “No one’s there!”

“Y/n..”

“I don’t know who that is!”

“I’m sorry”

“…”

“I really am.”

“What for?”

“For betraying our precious friendship?”

“Good answer.”

“Can you forgive me?”

"I’ll think about it…”

“Ok, then. I’ll wait.”

 And he did. He waited for 2 hours outside her door. Until she finally opened her door.

 Sliding against the wall and sitting on the floor beside him, she broke the silence. 

“So… How does it feel?” 

“What does what feel?”

“Waiting two hours without knowing if they’ll ever come.”

“I knew you’d come.” He took her by the shoulders and looked her right in the eyes. “Have you thought about it?”

“A little bit…”

“Aaaaaaand???”

“I forgive you…” She smirks up at him and he hugs her as hard as he can.

 “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sORRy! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRRRYYYYY!”

“Ok! Ok! That’s enough! Let me breathe, dumbass!”

 And things went back to normal. They really did. Until they didn’t. And he forgot the next Friday's meeting. Y/n didn’t even confront him this time. She just went to bed early. 

 They usually sat side by side in the dining hall, but that morning, she sat beside Remus.

“Ok, why are you here?”

“Wha- I didn’t even have time to fully sit down and you're already questioning me?? Can’t a girl sit in a different place, besides a different friend, for ONE morning??”

“No. Moony’s right. There’s something wrong with you,”

“There’s NOTHING WRONG WITH ME SIRIUS!!!”

James sits down at his regular place at that exact moment.

“Merlin’s beard, Y/n why are you screaming?”

“FUCK YOU!! NO I’M NOT!! YOUR EARS ARE JUST TOO SENSITIVE!!”

“What did you do, James?” Peter questioned him with a mouth full of chicken.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Ok, then why is she sitting beside Moony?”

“YEAH! WHY IS SHE SITTING BESIDES ME??!?” Remus screamed in confusion.

“Oh… I hadn’t really noticed… Maybe she just wants to be beside Remus. It’s just places, it’s not a big deal.”

Sirius seemed angry at him for not even trying to understand, but he calmly said, “If it's not a big deal then why did she just leave?” 

“YEAH! WHY DID SHE JUST LEAVE?!??!” Remus repeated just as confused as before.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Rem?” James said, somewhat trying to distract them from the actual problem 

“This situation makes me extremely uncomfortable…” The werewolf boy answered while whipping off his sweat.

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part 2

i’m so so sorry this was so bad omg. but thank for reading? it’ll get better don’t worry! (at least i hope so?)

[ourloveisforthelovely]

In the Dark 5

Harry Potter Marauders Era

Link to Chapter 5

Pairings: Sirius x Reader 

Rating: M- smut

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After you stormed out of the common room, Lily and Marlene came running down the stairs. Lily didn’t have to look at Sirius to know that he knew about the conversation.

“What the hell is going on around here?”

Sirius snapped in Marlene’s direction. Marlene’s face went blood red.

“It slipped out! I didn’t mean to tell her...at at least not like that.”

She said, looking close to tears. Sirius looked like he couldn’t care less. Marlene was lucky that she was a girl at the moment!

“So you just go and blab to her about us sleeping together? It was called a one night stand...in other words, we don’t talk about it. I hope you’re happy. She is pissed at me! I am lucky that she didn’t kick me in the shins.”

Marlene looked down clearly ashamed.

“I’m sorry...I am just used to telling Y/n everything…”

Sirius ignored his friend's uncomfortable gazes before glancing at James.

“Cover your ears. Marlene, Y/n and I slept with each other for the first time last night, and thanks to you...it was ruined.”

Meanwhile…

You walked through the halls desperate to find someplace to hideout. The last thing that you really wanted at the moment was to face any of your friends. You knew that you would have to face Sirius eventually but right now that was a big hell no!

Maybe you were being childish by being so upset but it didn’t feel that way. You had seen Sirius sneak off with plenty of girls but this time it was Marlene. She was one of your best girlfriends. You thought that, of all people, she would have told you that she messed around with your crush. Marlene knew exactly how you felt about Sirius!

She should have said something…

Maybe it was her cavalier attitude toward the subject that bothered you the most! Marlene acted like it was no big deal.

Sirius is good in bed so I’m not shocked that you had a good time.

Marlene’s words cut you like a knife. Another painful part was the fact that Lily seemed to know and didn't say anything. Maybe Lily was trying to protect you and just failed miserably? You couldn’t help but wonder were your friends really your friends at all?

Your thoughts were disturbed by a group of Slytherin girls picking on what looked like a Gryffindor 1st year.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

You muttered before walking over.

“Why don’t you lot kick rocks and leave her alone?”

The girls turned and looked at you with matching frowns.

“Mind your own business!”

One snapped. The other backed away slowly. She recognized you right away! The last thing that she wanted to do was mess with Y/n Potter and have her band of merry men come after her! She had seen what James Potter and Sirius Black had done to Severus Snape on a few occasions and wanted none of that.

“Lucinda, you know who she is!”

The girl hissed to her friend.

“Good call.”

You said, idly. The last thing that you really wanted to do was look like a major hypocrite and get in a fight with some 5th year Slytherin that obviously had a superiority complex.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

You thought with a smile.

The girl identified as Lucinda didn’t back down.

“I don’t care if she is Sirius Black’s whore.”

You raised an eyebrow before giggling.

“You’re wild. Do you like to eat slugs or dance for 24 hours straight? It can be arranged.”

You replied with a smile. Lucinda slowly backed away before grabbing her friend’s arm and walking down the hallway.

“Idiots.”

You muttered before turning back to the 1st year girl who was gathering up her books. The poor thing looked petrified. You slowly bent down and gathered up the remanding books and handed them to her with a smile. Her big green eyes were full of tears as she muttered a quiet thank you.

“You should just hex them next time. It will teach them a lesson. I’m Y/n.”

The girl smiled.

“I’m Muriel. I’ve seen you in the common room before. Your brother is James Potter, right?”

You nodded with a smile.

“Yep, that would be my brother.”

Muriel smiled.

“My friend Kathryn has a shameless crush on him and your boyfriend too.”

It was your turn to smile. Muriel already made you wish that James and yourself had a younger sister.

“Yeah, that’s most girls in this school it seems. So I’m headed to the lake. Would you like to come with me?”

Muriel seemed a little surprised! Your group of friends seemed a bit exclusive and never included younger kids. This was an invitation that was too good to pass up.

“I would love to!”

Meanwhile…

Sirius and James walked through the halls trying to find any sign of you. James regretted giving the map to Peter that morning. If they had it, he wouldn’t be on some crazy goose chase with Sirius.

“What made you want to sleep with Marlene?”

He finally asked. Sirius’ grey eyes immediately rolled.

“Do we really want to have this conversation?”

James nodded.

“Well, seeing as my sister is pissed at you because of the event and we can’t find her...it would be great to be filled in.”

Sirius groaned.

“It was last year after a party. I don’t even remember which one. James, it really didn’t mean anything to me and I sure as hell didn’t do it to hurt Y/n.”

“I already knew that. If I was concerned about you sleeping with girls to hurt Y/n; we would have had a conversation a long time ago. I know that you love my sister.”

Sirius was half expecting James to make a comment about how his man whoring ways had hurt the one person that he loved the most.

“I thought I wasn’t good enough for her.”

James stopped walking.

“Sirius, you are plenty good enough for her! We’ve had this conversation before. Stop beating yourself up, okay?”

Sirius nodded.

“Thanks. Let's try the great hall. It's lunchtime. Maybe she’s there.”

Walking to their normal spot, Remus sat with a herbology book in front of him. Lily and Dorcas were busy finishing up a potions essay. All three looked up when James and Sirius plopped down. Remus was the first to speak.

“Any sign of Y/n?”

Sirius shook his head. The poor guy looked beyond depressed. Remus couldn’t help feeling sorry for him. Sirius finally got the one girl that he wanted more than anyone and now it seemed to be a dumpster fire.

“It's like she disappeared off of the planet.”

“There she is!”

Lily finally squeaked. Sirius practically jumped up as you walked in with a herd of giggling first years. He raised an eyebrow before turning to James.

“She's gone and acquired a miniature posse.”

James stood up enough to see his sister talking to the herd of little girls that seemed enamored with her.

“Don’t worry Padfoot. If she wanted to kill you or Marlene, I don’t think that she would hire a bunch of little girls to do the job. I hope they all don’t come over here. We don’t really have the room and I don’t want that little one staring at us the whole time. I think she was drooling when you walked by her the other day.”

James laughed at Sirius’ annoyed expression.

“Nope. We have enough friends.”

Meanwhile,

You listened to Muriel and her little band of friends giggling about what they were going to do with their summer. In ways, you couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. They were you and innocent! These little girls weren’t worried about their best friend sleeping with their boyfriends. That wasn’t something that they had to deal with yet (and hopefully they wouldn't.)

You gleaned to your own group of friends sitting across the room. Sirius and James were standing up staring at you. Remus, Lily, and Dorcas were sitting with the same confused expressions. Sirius looked more jealous than confused.

You couldn't help but feel a little pleased to see Marlene sitting at the opposite end of the table looking clearly put out. Part of you was curious if she had been excommunicated or if she had taken it upon herself to stay away?

After a few moments of quiet starring, you turned your attention back to Muriel and her friends. You tried to focus on their chatter until a hand closed on your shoulder.

You didn’t look up immediately but judging by the shocked expression on the little girl’s faces; you knew who it was. Taking a breath, you looked up to see Sirius looking down at you obviously annoyed.

“Yes?”

You said, casually. Sirius rolled his eyes.

“I’ve been looking all over for you.”

You motioned to the star-struck little girls in front of you.

“I was helping Muriel and....”

“Beatrice and Kathryn.”

Muriel supplied. You gave her a polite thank you before turning back to your boyfriend.

“I was helping them with their transfiguration.”

Sirius clearly didn’t care about the little girls or transfiguration at the moment.

“Lovely. I need to talk to you alone. Without a herd of little girls.”

You turned to Muriel.

“I’ll be back.”

You stood and followed Sirius out of the great hall. He turned around and grabbed your hand. The last thing that he wanted to deal with was you disappearing again.

“So where are we going?”

You asked.

“Forest….now.”

The two of you walked into the forbidden forest in silence. After a few moments of quiet walking, Sirius turned to you.

“We need to talk about Marlene.”

“I don’t want to. No one seems to feel the need to tell me anything anyway.”

Sirius sighed.

“Can we cut the drama? Please! I didn’t tell you because she didn’t matter! None of the other girls mattered. I get that you're hurt because Marlene is one of your best friends but, love, there is nothing about her that I want. I want this pretty girl who knows me better than I know myself.”

Sirius was relieved when you smiled. He reached out and cupped your face with a smile.

“...a very pretty girl with perfect eyes and lips...perfect everything. I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you about it.”

You couldn’t help melting a bit. Sirius knew exactly what to say. Part of you was still a little annoyed but the apology was nice too. Marlene on the other hand was still on your list!

“Kiss me already.”

You said, pulling Sirius to you by his tie. The kiss was soft at first but quickly turned desperate and hungry. Sirius hands locked onto your bottom; lifting you onto your tiptoes.

The thought of saying I love you entered his mind again. Sirius frowned against your mouth. He quickly pushed the thought from his mind as your fingers started undoing his tie and shirt.

“Great minds think alike.”

He said with a cheeky grin. Sirius backed away enough so he could quickly undo his belt.

“Be a good girl and lay down.”

He said with a smirk. You didn’t need to be told twice! Makeup sex didn’t seem like a bad idea! In fact, it seemed like a wonderful idea.

Sirius slowly knelt down between your spread legs. He quickly pushed your skirt up enough to yank your knickers down. Sirius bit his lip as he looked down your perfect body. Damn, he wanted to be inside of you but there were other things he wanted more!

“I want to make it up to you. I want to spend the rest of the afternoon with my face between your legs.”

When you tried to clamp your legs together to put pressure on your body; Sirius roughly yanked them apart.

“Don’t hide from me, love. I love seeing you all wet and dying to be touched like this.”

“Make it up to me then.”

You said as Sirius started unbuttoning your shirt.

“I want to see your tits. Love, I’m so hot for you.”

You grinned up at him as Sirius pulled your bra cups down.

“Why don’t you kiss me with that dirty mouth?”

Sirius shook his head before taking a nipple in his mouth. He bit down gently before sliding his middle and index finger between your legs. You gasped as Sirius pressed down on your clit.

“Sirius.”

You whimpered his name. He smiled between your breasts.

“That's it, love. Say my name. Fuck, princess, I love you.”

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Blood Petals.

Hello, everyone! I hope you enjoy this chapter too! ✨Please tell me in the comments what you think of it!

Ps. As always I’ve checked but I’m sorry if you find any grammar or vocabulary errors.

Chapter 6: The list.

1. Blaise 10/10

2. Theodore 10/10 (straight?)

3. Goldstein 7/10 (We don’t talk)

4. Boot 6/10 (most likely gay)

5. Finnigan (can’t even rate him, probably pining after Thomas)

6. Bill Weasley 10/10 (very straight and age gap)

“What are you writing?” Draco did a little jump and covered the list. Weasley always seemed to have an amazing timing to caught him doing embarrassing things, like stare at Potter for example. This was worst though.

Ron tried to grab the piece of parchment but Draco moved it quickly. The redhead raised his eyebrow.

“Why do you care?” He said, the other boy just huffed.

“Because,I’m bored”

“How is that my problem?”

Weasley did a little whining noise in protest and sat besides Draco on the grass. This was what they did most days now, and the blond boy had to admit that he was confused about it. He still hadn’t apologize, every time that he attempted to start that conversation, the redhead just changed the subject. And it wasn’t in a ‘ I don’t want to talk about it because it pisses me off’ way... it was more as if he just ignored what the blond boy had said.

“Come on, ferret. What’s the list for?”

Draco glared at him then, of course he already saw.

“It’s a stupid list, weasel.”

“I’m stupidly bored , so” he shrugged and looked at Draco.

He didn’t want to tell him because of Potter, if he told him, the scarhead would probably make fun of it. He also knew that Ron was coming almost everyday to Grimmauld Place now, and he would most likely not drop this subject.

He was surprised Potter didn’t just go to The Burrow everyday, it would be more simple... But he suspected that Weasley wanted to spend time with Draco too and because he was bloody trapped here, well, there wasn’t a lot of options.

He sigh. Whatever, he was literally dying. Who could actually judge him?

Draco passed the list to the boy so he could read it.

“Are you rating looks in this? Because I don’t fancy blokes but I don’t see how Boot is a six” He said with an amused smile. Draco took the parchment as he was glaring at him.

“For your information, I can’t be exactly picky. I don’t know any out guys at school except for Blaise and Goldstein... I was trying to do a ‘would shag�� list considering looks and personality. It’s just a stupid idea, I wanted to consider my options.”

Weasley was looking at him, as if he was trying to figured him out. Then he pulled a disgusted face.

“Ugh! My brother is in there Malfoy, I could live without knowing you wanted to shag him” Draco laughed at that, poor Ron.

“I’m sorry to tell you this, weasel, but I think that everyone wants to shag Bill. Have you seen him? It’s ridiculous how handsome he is.” The boy put fingers in his ears then and started to say ‘la la la la, I can’t hear you’ over and over again until both of them started laughing. Draco kicked him playfully and turned to see the list again. He really didn’t have much options did he? He sigh.

“I think it’s a good idea to consider everyone, you don’t know what they do with their lives.”

“Is this your way of telling me you want to be in the list, Weasley?” Draco chuckled, then he did a flirty smirk and wiggled his eyebrows. “Curious, aren’t we?”

Ron laughed very loudly and shook his head.

“Not at all! I’m just saying that the logical thing is that there are more than four guys that dig blokes at school, you just have to find them. Why do you have to make a list though? Doesn’t this things just happen?”

Draco sigh and lay down on the grass. This was nice, the smell of summer. Everything he was living at Grimmauld Place was nice. Sirius and Mr. Potter, get to see the green eyed boy everyday, joking with the Weasley twins, getting to actually know Nymphadora, hearing stories about Aunt Andromeda (from both Tonks and Sirius), watching Sirius and Severus bicker about every bloody thing, making professor Lupin laugh so hard at dinner that juice comes out of his nose and also spending time with Ron. All the nice things in the world seemed to be inside of this old house. He wished his mother would be here. Draco didn’t actually notice he was crying until the other boy said something about it.

“Hey, I’m sorry... I wasn’t saying it for you to feel bad I just-“

He rubbed his eyes to clean the tears and shook his head smiling a little. Ron was so kind sometimes.

“Don’t worry, It wasn’t anything you said.”

Weasley didn’t seem convinced but he nodded. They spent a little while in silence, looking at the clouds move with the summer breeze. Then the other boy spoke again.

“I think you are right about Seamus.” Draco turned to look at him, a little surprised. “I didn’t thought about it until now because I always assume boys like girls, you know?” He nodded, of course he knew, everyone always did that. “But it makes sense, him and Dean were always so close... If it’s true I can imagine that seeing Dean with Ginny would get him upset.”

And here was the proof that the pining chain started with Ginevra. Because Draco was in love with Potter who seemed to like Weasley’s sister, but she was with Dean with whom Finnegan was (probably) in love. Now if he would get someone to pine after him, that would be great. His dignity would appreciated it.

“You should put Harry on that list.”

And he started coughing right there. He dismissed it and said he chocked with his own saliva. The blond boy asked Weasley what the hell he was talking about.

“Hey, if you don’t want to be with him for, you know, because of whatever weird rivalry you have... I get it. I was just saying that I think he may like that stuff.”

“Sex, Weasley. Say the word. You are sixteen years old and will be seventeen on March.” He huffed and saw the redhead smiling brightly at him.

“You know my birthday!”

Draco blushed and looked away. Well it wasn’t that hard was it? The entire Gryffindor table would sang happy birthday at breakfast.

“Don’t worry. I’m not telling anyone.” Weasley said and kept on smiling. You would think that this was the first time that someone acknowledge his birthday, Merlin. “Back on topic, the answer to that would be yes.”

Draco looked at him with a disbelief face.

“What? Did he told you or something?” He tried to sound nonchalant. Do not get hope, Draco. Stop it. You checked remember? Stop.

“No. I was just thinking about how bloody often he talked about Cedric on fourth year.” Draco rolled his eyes.

“That doesn’t mean anything!”

“You know, Malfoy, all that I’m getting from this conversation is that Harry should be on that list because you are not saying ‘ugh, no’ to the idea of shagging him.”

Draco glared at Weasley. Trying to fight the blush that was invading his face.

“First: Potter may be unbearable but he is attractive in a regular kind of way.” What a load of bullshit. Weasley was looking at him like he was crazy. “Second of all: The list is because I don’t have time.” Ron frowned at that.

“What do you mean?” Ron was frowning at him.

“You know. I have two years to live as much as I can. I refuse to die without having been with a guy. My only kiss ever was Pansy at Yule Ball. It’s pathetic.” Ron looked away and stared at the clouds again.

“I haven’t kissed anyone yet. Am I pathetic?” And Draco felt like shit. Clearly he wasn’t. If Weasley hadn’t kissed anyone yet, it was most likely because he liked Granger. The blond boy knew that since first year, those two were pretty much the definition of ‘bickering like a married old couple’.

“Of course not. You are not dying. Pay attention, weasel.” He laughed at that.

“ I still think Harry should be in that list. Boot has a six! He is the most boring person ever, and bland looking.”

They fell into an uncomfortable silence after that. It wouldn’t be long until Sirius called them to have dinner. After a while Weasley spoke again.

“I really hate that you are not even trying.” He kept looking at the sky, avoiding Draco’s eyes. “It’s really shitty of you to actually be nice to me for the first time ever and expect me to just see you die.”

The blond boy didn’t know how to respond to him, so he didn’t respond at all.

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Another couple of weeks passed and soon Granger joined them. Potter’s birthday was at the end of July so the witch was invited to stay at The Burrow on that same week.

Sirius and Mr. Potter were so exited for the boy’s birthday that they invited Weasley and Granger to dinner so they could help them organize the party and they also invited professor Lupin. Draco thought that it was rather bizarre to have a Golden Trio reunion featuring The Marauders.

They decided to celebrate Potter’s birthday during the day because that way they could play a quidditch match. Weasley announced that Molly would cook and that he could come early to help them set everything. Granger agreed to come early and asked the green eyed boy if there was anything else he wanted, to which he responded:

“I just want everyone to come.”

Everyone was a strong word, he thought, given the fact that only members of The Order could be inside the headquarters. But Draco heard that this was his first real birthday party ever, so maybe even a few people seemed like everyone to Potter. It was also implicit that Severus wasn’t included in the guest list, so it would actually be less people than when the order had a meeting. Or so he thought.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you! Charly arrives tomorrow so he will come too.”

The golden trio started to talk about how long they hadn’t seen ‘Charly’, while Draco and the marauders were waiting for an explanation of who this person was. It turned out that he was another brother of Weasley, he lived in Romania where he worked with dragons. The description that Weasley provided was ‘He looks like Bill but not as tall and with more freckles. He graduated the year before we started at Hogwarts.’

At the mention of Bill in the description he blushed. Stupid Weasley. He knew he shouldn’t have told him.

“I think you would like him, Malfoy, he is funny.” He was looking at him with a smirk in his face and shrugged. “He is gay, you know.”

And now Draco was incredibly blushed and wide eyed. It’s not like he was inside the closet, it wasn’t even a secret, he told the truth to anyone who asked. The problem was that in that room there were three persons that didn’t ask and now they were looking utterly confused. The silence was interrupted by Granger who threw the weasel a napkin and hissed at him.

“How can you have such a lack of tact! It’s not a club, Ronald!”

Poor Weasley didn’t understand what he did wrong. He was looking at Draco for an answer and he was about to say that it didn’t matter when the voice of Mr. Potter interrupted him.

“No, it’s not a club. If it was, Padfoot would probably be the president.”

And the table exploded with laughter. As far as he knew Sirius never told Potter that he was gay. Draco thought that it was rather obvious because of how Sirius acted. It’s not like he was hiding it. But this was good, because it was so honest and funny that it wasn’t even an awkward moment. It gave Draco confidence to respond to Ron.

“So are you saying that the eight years of age gap don’t matter? Does he likes blonds?”

It was a mistake. Weasley didn’t see anything bad with it, clearly, but what happened next was that Remus Lupin started to lecture Draco about the dangers of what he had implied.

“Draco, you may not realized it now but even if you feel mature you are not. And this doesn’t have to do with Ron’s brother particularly but you should not date older men. At least not until you become of age.”

He was about to state the fact that he didn’t have time to wait until next year. Right now he still looked attractive and the symptoms were small, he wasn’t coughing petals around the place. Imagine him flirting with a boy and then kissing him with petals in his mouth. I would be too embarrassing. He decided to just nod so the conversation could finish as soon as possible.

“I thought you were with Parkinson.”

Ron chocked on his juice from hearing his best friend say such nonsense.

“Believe me, Potter. I’m not with Pansy. I love her, but not in that way. And she certainly doesn’t either.”

The dark haired boy looked at him confused. He crossed his arms and fixed his glasses as he muttered:

“But she touches your hair all the time...” It seemed to be like he was trying to get his own thoughts in order, Draco knew that he wasn’t expecting an answer but he gave him one anyway.

“That’s because my hair is fantastic.”

The boy acted as if he hadn’t heard anything, but Draco could see Weasley looking at his best friend, smirking. Then he turned to the blond boy and mouthed ‘put him on that list’. He blushed and kept on eating, trying to act normal. Stupid Weasel, he should punch him.

The list, after that, read:

1. Blaise 10/10

2. Theodore 10/10 (straight?)

3. Goldstein 7/10 (We don’t talk)

4. Boot 6/10 (most likely gay)

5. Finnegan (can’t even rate him, probably pining after Thomas)

6. Bill Weasley 10/10 (very straight and age gap)

7. Harry James Potter 100/10 (because Weasley said so but I think he’s mistaken)

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Harry Potter and the Best Summer (5 | An Unwelcome Visitor)

Summary: AU - canon divergence. Harry had barely been back at the Dursley’s for two weeks, when an unexpected visitor arrived at the door. He quickly finds himself spirited away back to the wizarding world and learns some secrets that have long been kept from him.

A sequel to Of Family and Unexpected Friendship. Also posted on AO3 under the username Kishirokitsune.

And for anyone who’s interested, I made a Harry Potter discord server! Introducing, Virtu Alley! (like “virtually”, get it?) Feel free to pop by and chat if you’d like. (https://discord.gg/AUq3eXY)

[Sorry for the lack of hyperlinks, but my posts have once again stopped showing up when I search for them when I include them. I will reblog later to include links at the bottom of the post.]

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5 | An Unwelcome Visitor

If Harry thought his first day at Oakstone Manor was hectic, it was nothing compared to the next morning, when he awoke to a loud crash coming from the hall, quickly followed by a stream of apologies from Nymphadora Tonks (who threatened to hex him if he dared called them by their full first name) and Andromeda's much quieter admonishment.

Harry found himself grinning despite the rude awakening. It was so much better than getting woken up by Aunt Petunia.

He'd met Tonks the night before when they arrived just as dinner was being arranged on the table. The very first thought he had was that they were the embodiment of everything the Dursleys hated. Short, bright pink hair was shaved on either side of their head and the length on top was gently spiked upwards. Several piercings dotted their ears and whenever they gestured with a wild flourish Harry could see that their fingernails were painted pink to match their hair.

“Wotcher, Harry,” they said with a wink and their hair shifted from pink to purple to blue and then back again.

Harry thought they were brilliant.

Andromeda's husband – Ted Tonks – was a cheery and friendly man who engaged Harry in effortless conversation about growing up in the muggle world and how shocking it was to be thrown into the magical one. He spoke only a little of his work in the pediatric ward of St. Mungo's, instead choosing to focus on learning more about Harry, as well as catching up with everyone else.

Altogether they were the picture of a healthy, functioning family.

Morning flew by and all Harry could do was sit back out of the way and watch everyone rush around in preparation for the rest of the day. Ted was the first to leave, kissing Andromeda on the cheek before flooing away to St. Mungo's. A short while later, Tonks headed out the front door, giving an explanation that they were meeting their mentor in a secret location. Harry watched as they spun on their heel and vanished with a popping sound.

Andromeda sat them all down for lessons after that. She gave Leona and Aquarius worksheets to do and then cast a silencing charm around Harry's chair so she could verbally quiz him and help fill in any blanks in his basic knowledge. He was pleased when he remembered most of what Leona had taught him, but faltered when it came to naming other Heirs he attended school with.

From there he listened with rapt attention as Andromeda covered the current active Lords and Heirs of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, of which House Black was one.

Their studies took up the rest of the morning and it was only after lunch that Harry was saved from going back to it.

Remy went with him to St. Mungo's for his appointment, only stepping out of the room for the examination and vaccinations and returned once Harry said it was okay. He wasn't terribly surprised when his healer – Adam Rue – told him that he was undernourished and that his eyeglass prescription was out-of-date.

“I am prescribing a nutrient potion for you to take with dinner each evening. I understand you'll be going back to Hogwarts in September and I will make arrangements to inform Madam Pomfrey that you are to take one each day,” said Healer Rue.

Harry fidgeted, a little worried about his schoolmates finding out he needed potions. “Do I have to take it in the Great Hall?”

“If you truly wanted to, you could always travel down to the hospital wing each evening however, the way we typically handle potions like this is to simply charm it into your goblet so that no one else is aware. The house-elves of Hogwarts are quite talented when it comes to matters of secrecy,” Healer Rue said with a reassuring smile.

He then told Harry and Remy that they could visit the offices just down the hall to either update Harry's eyeglasses or have his vision corrected completely.

“Mr. Potter, I don't mean to make assumptions about your care growing up, however I'd also like to recommend visits with one of our mind healers for the rest of the summer,” Healer Rue told them. “If for no other reason than to ease your transition into a wizarding household. All of our mind healers are sworn to keep the secrets of their patients, but if you are still uncomfortable with speaking to someone in Britain considering your status, you could hire a private healer from overseas. I would be happy to recommend a few who I have personally worked with in the past.”

“Healer Rue, can I ask about the damage left by the Magic Block?” Remy asked.

“We have removed it, of course, and taken the time to examine the damage from the curse scar. It seems that the block prevented your magic from fully cleansing it, Mr. Potter, and now that it is gone you'll see a significant ease in using your magic. That being said, our recommendation is a minimum of two weeks before you cast any spells in order to give your core time to adjust to the influx of power. A month, if you can manage it,” said Healer Rue.

Harry nodded. It wasn't like he was allowed to use his magic during summer anyway. He was sure it would be easy to go another month without casting.

Remy asked a few more questions about Harry's health and then Healer Rue handed her the prescription for the nutrient potions, which was signed and marked with his magical seal to prove its validity, as well as a list of recommended mind healers. He then guided the two of them down the hall to the office which specialized in eye-care, stepping inside to inform the receptionist that they were there for a thorough exam.

While they waited for one of the healers to become available, Harry got the chance to browse through the different frames that were available and, at Remy's urging, tried on a few to see if he liked any.

Each one was an improvement on the cheap, circular frames the Dursley's had “graciously” given him.

Remy chuckled as she glanced over a selection of frames catering to the older crowd. “Your father was always fond of horn rims. He thought they made him look rather smart. Your mother always said it made him look like more of a ponce than he already was.”

“She really said that?” Harry asked, looking away from a pair of frames that was continually shifting colors.

“Well, at first,” Remy corrected herself. “Your father was a good man and a good friend, Harry, but as a teenager he was... well, a bit entitled. Sirius was as well. I imagine it comes from being part of an old pureblood family. It all made it so your mother was less than impressed by him which only made him try harder. He came around by our sixth year, but I'll have to tell you more about it later.”

She nodded towards something over Harry's shoulder and he turned to find a woman in soft green robes walking towards them. Her badge bore the name Healer Agatha Newmark.

“You must be Harry,” she said in a chipper tone. “I'm Aggie. You can both come with me and I'll get you sorted out.”

Harry and Remy followed her back to a smaller room, where Harry sat down in a chair that faced a poster with differently sized numbers and letters. She first had him remove his glasses and attempt to read the lowest line, which he found impossible. He couldn't fully make out any letter until the third line down, but even that was blurry enough that he struggled.

A few waves of her wand had an enchanted quill scratching out the details of his eyesight and once it finished, Healer Newmark went into detail on the options available to him. Harry could get a new pair of frames with his updated prescription, charmed unbreakable and scratch resistant for up to two years, or he could get his vision corrected completely and no longer need glasses.

“Everyone is a little different and I know just as many people who like the way they look while wearing glasses as I do people who jumped at the first opportunity to have the correction done,” said Healer Newmark. “The correction is, of course, more expensive than a pair of frames, but we do have a finance program for anyone who prefer a staggered payment.”

“Harry, it's up to you,” Remy said quietly.

He didn't think about it for long. From the moment he first heard there was a chance he wouldn't have to deal with his glasses any longer, he hoped it was true. No more crooked frames. No more feeling around for his glasses every morning. No more worry about a bludger knocking them from his face and leaving him completely blind.

“I'd like to get it corrected.”

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Harry expected that they would be heading home after he was finished at St. Mungo's but instead, Remy whisked him away into wizarding London to a street near Diagon Alley named Asymetric Alley, which looked like a village out of a history book, with rough, winding cobblestone streets and old timber-framed shops all pressed close together.

It gave a cozy, warm vibe that Diagon Alley didn't have, giving the impression that loitering was welcome on the streets and stopping to chat with those you walked past was a way of life.

Harry didn't spare that more than a passing thought, too busy marveling over the clarity with which he was able to see the world. There were so many details that he hadn't been able to see before! Things that he'd come to accept as being blurry around the edges suddenly had sharp outlines and signs that he once had to squint just to read he only had to glance at and know what they said!

Remy treated him to ice cream and then they were off to visit a number of shops where Harry was asked to pick out clothing, new shoes, and then helped pick out ingredients for dinner that night so Cici could make his favorite meal. Their last stop was a used bookstore, where Remy picked up an order that was waiting for her and she encouraged him to take a look around.

Harry wasn't terribly interested until he spotted a small book titled Fallacies of the Rankings of the Sacred Twenty-Eight and after reading the back cover thought that if it turned out to be something he didn't like, Hermione was likely to find it fascinating.

He was about to turn to go when a heavy thump stopped him. When he looked, he saw a dark green book laying face-up on the floor. Swooping gold lettering informed him that it was called The Magical Court of Camelot – The Truth Behind the Legends and that it was written by someone named ML Black. He picked it up and took it to the counter.

“Aunt Remy, look at this,” he said, holding up the book for her to see.

Remy examined it with interest, her eyes lingering longest on the name of the author. “ML Black... It's not a name I'm familiar with, but it Andy might know it. Would you like to get it?”

Harry nodded. “And this one too,” he said, as he passed to her Fallacies of the Rankings of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.

She seemed a bit amused by the second book but didn't say a word against it, quickly passing it off to be rung up. Remy paid for it all and even got Harry a tote bag to carry them in and then they were off once again.

“I think it would be best to side-apparate on our way back. Floo travel is more difficult when you're carrying packages,” said Remy.,

She explained what it was and how it worked as she lead him towards a sectioned off area marked: Apparation Point. One side was designated as Arrival and the other Departure, which Harry supposed helped keep things more orderly. He felt a little nervous as he looped his arm around Remy's and squeezed his eyes tightly shut as she directed him to spin on his heel with her. Harry felt the weight of pressure all around him and his stomach roiled uncomfortably, and then it was over and they were on the road just outside of the gate to Oakstone Manor.

“Unpleasant, isn't it?” Remy asked, sounding apologetic. “I know it's not a comfort right now, but you will get used to it as you get older. By the time you learn to apparate, the most you'll feel is that pressure around you.”

Harry didn't know how to respond to that and simply shrugged his shoulders before following her through the gate (which opened at their approach) and back into the manor.

“Evie?” Remy called out.

There was a popping sound and then a new house-elf in gray and blue appeared. She immediately bowed, which caused the bright yellow kerchief to start slipping off her head until it got caught on her massive ears. When she straightened up, she beamed at the sight of the bags in Remy's arms. “Do you need Evie to take them to your room, miss? And put them away?”

“That would be wonderful. Only the books go to my room. Everything else will go to Harry's,” Remy told her.

Evie nodded quickly and turned her attention to Harry. “Evie will organize them very nicely, young sir! If it's not to your liking you can call for Evie or Cici and we'll come help!”

“Oh, um, thank you, Evie. I'm sure you'll do great.” Harry wasn't sure if that was the right thing to say, but Evie didn't look upset as she bounced over to take the bags. Once she had them in her arms, she popped away without another word.

“Tonight I think we'll burn your hand-me-downs,” Remy said conversationally. “But for now, you deserve a chance to rest and do whatever you'd like until dinner. Leona still has another hour of tutoring to get through, but Aqua should be free by now. She'll be in the library, if you'd like to find her.”

Harry needed a refresher on how to get there and once Remy gave him directions on the easiest path to take – up the main staircase to the second floor, take a left and go to the end of the hall, where you take another left, and enter the second door on the right – he set off to find Aquarius.

Just like Remy said, she was sitting in the library in a squishy armchair beneath one of the windows, a heavy looking book open in her lap. Aquarius looked up when she heard the door open and beamed when she spotted Harry peeking inside.

“You're back! And you're not wearing any glasses?”

Harry grinned at her as he stepped fully into the library. “I don't need them anymore.”

“Brilliant!” Aquarius responded. “You have a letter, by the way. Butternut brought a response from your friend while you were away.”

Harry looked to the side table where she gestured and saw a envelop sitting there. When he walked over and picked it up, he found himself recognizing Hermione's tidy handwriting and eagerly ripped it open to see what she wrote.

Dear Harry,

I'm so glad to hear you're alright! Ron and I were terribly worried that something awful happened to you once you got home. Please thank Aquarius for sending me the letter saying that you're safe with her and Leona. She says that you're not going back to your muggle relatives. Is it true? Did they do something to keep you from receiving letters? I know you are all looking into what happened, but I think I'll do some research of my own and see what I can find. I'll keep you updated!

I've talked to my parents about visiting you this summer and they have agreed to it, though they'd like to talk to Leona's mum about it first. I think they want to make sure it's alright with her. Will Ron be joining us as well? He hasn't mentioned any visiting, but it does sound like the Weasley's have a full house anyway and I would hate to add to that. I think meeting up at Diagon Alley would be a far better idea, especially since it would let my parents meet the Weasley's. They didn't get much time to talk at King's Cross.

It probably won't surprise you but I've done quite a lot of reading so far this summer. Most of my homework is already complete, except for that essay on goblin wars that Binns assigned. I must admit, even I find it a bit droll and difficult to complete. All I can hear is his voice droning on. If you'd like, we can review our summer studies together when I visit! And please tell Leona that I've finished the books she recommended. I suppose I should just write a letter to her instead of using you as a personal owl.

What's Oakstone Manor like? It must be exciting to see a wizarding home!

Hermione's letter carried on like that as she wrote about whatever came to mind. She spoke a little of her parents and how excited they were to hear about her first year at Hogwarts and then went into more detail of how she spent her summer when she wasn't studying or reading. Every now and then she'd circle around to ask him a question about what it was like living with Leona. Was there a library? Had he had time to do any of the summer homework?

There was only one reference to Professor Quirrel, who had disappeared sometime before the End-of-Term feast, and that was to say there was a small article in the prophet about there being a warrant for his arrest and how any sightings should be immediately reported to the DMLE.

Harry wondered if Tonks knew anything about that. Would they be able to tell him anything if they did?

He folded up the letter and stuck it into his pocket, resolving to answer Hermione when he had time later. “Reading anything interesting, Aquarius?”

She silently tilted her book so he could read the cover and Harry was delighted to find he could see the words without having to squint. The Complete Beginners Guide to Potion Brewing was the name of her book and Harry wondered just how in-depth it went to make it so it was at least five centimeters thick.

“Leo says that Professor Snape will probably look for any reason to take points from me or give me detention, so I thought if I start studying now then he won't be able to find as many,” she explained with an easy shrug.

There was something about the idea of Snape harassing Aquarius that rankled Harry. She was a ten-year-old girl who hadn't done a thing wrong and she was already prepared to be utterly humiliated by one of her professors, who took issue with who her parents were.  It was bad enough that Snape targeted him and Neville – though he still didn't know why he demonstrated such loathing towards Neville.

Instead of saying anything, Harry left Aquarius to her reading and took a seat in a nearby chair to check out his two new books. The first one he grabbed was the one on Camelot, which reminded him of a question he had.

“Hey, Aquarius? Do you know of anyone called 'ML Black' who might be related to you?”

“Not in recent history,” Aquarius said slowly. “It does sound familiar, so there must be someone with those initials on the family tree. Why do you ask?”

“They wrote this book I found. The Magical Court of Camelot – the Truth Behind the Legends,” Harry told her.

Aquarius marked her page and set it aside, her eyes alight with interest. “And it's written by a Black?”

Harry nodded.

“Follow me!” Aquarius said, hopping up out of her chair.

Feeling a little bewildered, Harry left his things in his seat and got up to follow her through the tall shelves of the library and to a spot tucked away in a back corner. There was a heavy, navy blue curtain hanging across an elaborate archway and stepping through revealed a rounded alcove. Candles on either side of the arch lit themselves when they stepped through, illuminating the nearly black walls to reveal a massive tree painted in silver ink, its branches rigid and following a clear structure.

Most notably, it was upside down, with the base of its trunk resting where the wall met the ceiling.

“This is the Black Family Tree, which dates back to our earliest magical ancestor, Ambroise Fabron,” she said, pointing up to the top. “They were blacksmiths. He brought his knowledge of the craft to the magical world and then applied enchantments to make it even better. His greatest achievement was a charm embedded within cookware that made it easier to clean without repeatedly using scourgify.”

Harry's brows knitted together. “But that means... he was muggleborn?”

“If you go far back enough in a pureblood line, you'll find many muggleborns. It just didn't matter as much back then,” Aquarius said. She reached out and placed her hand on the wall, waiting for the space to light up silver before dragging her hand down. As she did so, the tree scrolled down until the trunk was nearly eye-level with them and the rest of the branches danced across the floor.

“Ambroise had three children. Two were girls who married into other lines and the other was a son, Michel, who continued the name Fabron and took up his father's work...” Aquarius continued to move down the three, explaining a little more about what little they still knew about their ancestors, until she came to Michel's third son, Célestin, who moved to the UK and changed his surname to Black before going on to revolutionize the production of cauldrons. “Oh! Harry, here she is! Mnemosyne Lucinda Black! She married Célestin! No wonder the name sounded familiar!”

“There could be another ML Black somewhere,” Harry pointed out.

“There could be,” Aquarius agreed. “But considering she was born in the seven-hundreds, I think it's probably her. It's too bad the tree doesn't list maiden names. I would have loved to know which family line she came from but I don't think any of our records have it listed. We can always ask Leo or Andy.”

Harry almost wanted to continue looking at the family tree to see if there was anyone else, but there were so many names. Not to mention Aquarius had a good point about the timeline. Mnemosyne would have been born close enough to the era of King Arthur's reign that she could gather correct details about that period. Maybe the book itself would have something in it to confirm his thoughts.

Aquarius released the magic that lowered the tree, allowing it to move back to its correct location across the wall. “I bet the Potter manor has a tree showing all of your ancestors too. You must be excited to go see it.”

“I hadn't thought much about it, to be honest,” Harry admitted. “Haven't had the time.”

There was a lot he suddenly had to think about and he wished he had the first clue where to start. Maybe if he had a moment to himself, he could slow down to think things through.

“If you want some time to yourself, you don't need to stay here with me in the library,” Aquarius said, sounding sympathetic.

“You don't want to look at the book?” Harry asked.

Aquarius shook her head. “It's yours to read first. I may take a look around and see if we have a copy on one of the shelves. Its likely, since it was written by a Black.” She pushed the curtain aside and then walked through, continuing to hold it for Harry as he followed.

After a bit of thought, Harry remained with Aquarius in the library and the two sat silently read their books until Leona came to fetch them for dinner.

“Hey, bookworms, it's time to eat!”

She grinned at the pair of them when they looked up, both surprised at how much time had passed. While Aquarius marked her page and set her book aside to read later, Harry put his back in his bag so he could take it to his room after dinner.

“How were your lessons, Leo?” Aquarius asked.

“Dull,” Leona responded with a groan. “Andy has me practicing with old speeches so I know how to properly present myself during Wizengamot meetings. It's important, sure, but I can't think of anything more boring.”

“History of Magic,” Harry responded immediately.

“The Annual Yule Ball at Malfoy manner,” Aquarius supplied cheekily.

“Brats,” Leona said affectionately. “Yeah, you might be right. Those are both pretty boring as well.”

Harry almost asked about the Yule Ball, wondering what it was and whether or not he'd be expected to attend it as well, but Leona changed the subject before he could say anything.

“Mum and Andy say that you'll officially start lessons tomorrow, Harry. She wants to go over a few things before you go back to Gringotts and talk to the holder for the Potter accounts. Mostly etiquette and stuff so you don't accidentally insult someone. Easy stuff,” Leona said with a shrug.

Harry hoped she was right about that. There was so much he felt like he didn't know. Stuff that Leona and Aquarius spent their entire lives learning and experiencing. He felt hopelessly behind compared to them.

Was it the same at school? How many of his peers had he unintentionally affronted with his behavior and language? It never seemed to matter that much in Gryffindor, but was that because he spent most of his time with Ron and Hermione?

Harry resolved to do better.

- - - - - - -

Andromeda smiled as she watched her family merrily converse over dinner.

Ted and Remy were in the middle of a rousing discussion on experimental medicines; a topic she hadn't expected Remy to show much interest in knowledge in, but the younger woman seemed to be holding her own even as Ted delved into more advanced potions.

The kids were all at the other end of the table with Leona and Nymphadora leading most of the conversation while Aquarius made comments and Harry primarily listened. Every now and then laughter would break out and Harry would grin, bright and carefree, and Andromeda was reminded of the way he was treated by his relatives and how glad she was to have gotten him out of there.

Dinner went well until just before dessert, when Milla popped into the room and got Andy's attention with a single tap on the arm.

“A guest has arrived, Miss. Milla be telling them it is rude to intrude over dinner but they insisting.”

“Thank you, Milla,” Andromeda said as she gently set aside her utensils. She patted her mouth with a cloth napkin and then excused herself from the table with a soft apology. She briskly walked to the foyer and made sure to compose herself before entering the room.

Standing near the door was an old man with a long beard and twinkling periwinkle robes.

“Albus,” Andromeda cordially greeted. “It is considered rude to visit during dinnertime.”

He met her aloofness with a polite smile. “I do apologize, Lady Tonks, however there was no other time I could get away and there is something of grave importance that I must discuss with you.”

Andromeda arched one eyebrow. “Oh? And what is so important that you would arrive completely unannounced and interrupt a family meal?”

“It has come to my attention that you removed Harry Potter from the care of his Aunt and Uncle. You have to understand how important it is that he remain with them,” Albus told her. “There are blood wards in place around their residence. So long as he calls Privet Drive home, he will be protected from those in our world who would do him harm.”

Andromeda had a myriad of choices before her. She could play along with his little game, letting him try and garner sympathy for his actions. She didn't doubt that he genuinely thought he was doing the right thing, but she wouldn't stand there and allow him to speak up in defense of those horrid muggles.

“Harry will not be returning to that place and especially not by your hand.”

“My dear-”

“No,” she interrupted firmly. “You have no right to determine where he lives. You had no right to send him to those people; the only people who Lily herself specified he was never to go to. We have heard their Will, Albus. The boy will stay with his Magical Guardian and there is nothing that you nor anyone else can do to change that.”

Andromeda stepped back, never once taking her eyes off of Dumbledore. “Bastion!”

With a pop, a house-elf appeared. He was clad in the same gray and blue as the others, but he bore the Black Family shield across the back of his shirt and carried a tiny dagger on the belt around his waist. He bowed to Andromeda.

“How may Bastion help?”

“Please escort the Headmaster from the property and place a ban on the wards to prevent him from returning without permission,” Andromeda instructed.

Albus looked pained by her words, but politely inclined his head and went without a fuss, leaving Andromeda to stand in the foyer by herself. A few minutes later she felt a slight shift in the wards. Only then did she feel comfortable returning to the table.

“Everything alright?” Ted quietly asked as she sat down.

Andromeda nodded. “Nothing to worry about, dear. Just an issue that needed to be handled sooner rather than later.”

She would tell him and Remy more about their guest later. For the moment, she wanted to sit and enjoy dessert with her family.

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Could you do Harry/Ron and base it off the scene where Ron leaves in the Deathly Hallow while they're searching for horcruxes? Harry and Ron had been dating since third year, when the fight breaks out in the tent, their first argument gets heated and words are said in the heat of the moment, Ron's jealousy and insecurities get to him as he accuses Harry of cheating on him with Hermione because they were getting closer and hugging each other behind Ron's back.

PROMPT CONTINUED: Ron breaks off their relationship and disapparates, leaving Harry heartbroken. Harry loses motivation for everything including horcruxes and no matter how many times Hermione tries comforting him, getting him motivated nothing is working until she mentions Godric's Hallow. They go to his parents graves and Harry sadly says he and Ron talked about coming to Godric's Hallow and never thought he would come here without him. He asks how could Ron break it off with him after everything they've been through since they started dating so many years ago. (Could you go into detail of what they've been through together, coming out, Ron comforting Harry after Cedric &Sirius's death, Ron refusing to let Harry break up with him at Dumbledore's funeral and convincing him that they should stay together &that if Dumbledore taught them anything it's love will conquer, Harry comforting Ron after George loses his ear etc) Hermione tells him he has her and to forget about Ron and comforts him. A few weeks later, Harry finds the sword of Gryffindor, almost drowns, and is saved by Ron. Harry at first is shocked seeing him and has the urge to run into his arms and kiss him but remembers he broke up with Harry. He is furious with the red head and yells at him asking how could he get up and leave then asked if their relationship meant anything to him.Ron tells his story of how he wanted to come back since he left, how he never wanted to end their relationship, it was the locket he felt angrier and put thoughts into his head that Harry was cheating on him with Hermione, even though Harry and Ron are both gay. He regretted everything he said and hurting Harry. Harry doesn't believe him and Ron kisses him, he has the urge to push the red head boy away but kissing Ron melted him and after spending months apart,Harry realizes how much he missed his ex boyfriend so he kisses him back. When they break apart Ron tries to tell Harry he loves him but Harry interrupts and tells him angrily 'Don't think I forgive you just because you kissed me, you're still on my shit list. We're still broken up and if we're going to get back together you have to show you love me, i don't trust you right now' (something along those lines you can change it to whatever you like) Ron apologizes again, tells him he does love him very much and Ron is sorry he hurt him. When Harry doesn't answer, Ron suggests they open the locket, Harry moodily convinces him to open the locket and they see the apparatations of Harry/Hermione kissing and the apparatations mock Ron. He destroys the locket and breaks down, Harry hesitates to go over to comfort him remembering all the hurt Ron put him through and the words Ron said in the heat of moment still rings in his ears. For a second, he wanted Ron to feel what it was like to be left behind and experience the hurt Harry felt. He turns to go back to the tent and then stops as he realizes he couldn't leave Ron there alone especially when he had just saved Harry's life and destroyed the locket. He takes a deep breath and walks over to him, Harry kneels down beside him, puts a hand on Ron's back to let him know he's there and then pulls him into his arms, as the red head sobs into his shoulders, he tells Ron that ever since he broke up with Harry, he had been a mess and admitted he cried every night without Ron. He tells the red head how he didn't feel motivated to look for horcruxes and worried Hermione out of her mind with the state he was in and how he refused to talk to her unless he had to, he also mentions briefly Godric's Hollow and how it didn't feel right being there without Ron but he tells Ron that ever since he broke up with Harry, he had been a mess and admitted he cried every night without Ron. He tells the red head how he didn't feel motivated to look for horcruxes and worried Hermione out of her mind with the state he was in and how he refused to talk to her unless he had to, he also mentions briefly Godric's Hollow and how it didn't feel right being there without Ron but doesn't go into full details. He tells Ron Hermione is like a sister to him and nothing more, he reminds Ron he's gay as fuck and the locket was showing him kissing Hermione to make Ron feel insecure. Ron lifts his head and tells Harry he's really sorry again and he never wanted to hurt to him, he tries saying he's the worst boyfriend ever but Harry reminds him he saved his life. Harry hesitantly takes a deep breath and kisses Ron, the kiss gets heated as they reunite and Ron lifts Harry off his feet as the kiss deepens and gets more passionate. When they break apart, Harry whispers he still loves Ron but needs time before they can officially get back together but he forgives him and Ron understands, they go back to the tent. They wake up Hermione, who lashes out on Ron for hurting Harry and to Harry's horror goes into full detail on how much she's been worried about Harry because of the state Ron put him in. She demands to know how Ron found he tells them the story about the deluminator and how he heard Harry's voice. Hermione huffs and walks out to go on lookout, Ron looks at Harry, who is trying to hide his laughter. 'You're enjoying this aren't you?" He rounded on Harry. Harry laughed and kissed him quickly, "Very much so, you deserve it" (something along those lines feel free to change it) A few days later, Hermione has mainly been on lookout, ignoring Ron because she's still upset at him. Ron and Harry had shared some kisses but they weren't back together until Harry was ready. When they were all together in the tent, Harry tells Ron he wants to get back together. They snog each other passionately and Hermione, who has been used to their PDA ever since they started their hunt for horcruxes, sighed and goes outside. Ron brings Harry over to the bed, casts a silence charm and they start to have sex and Harry realizes how much he loves the red headed git and how glad he is that Ron is back.

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The feeling of evil magic was heavy in the air as the trio sat within the tent. Hermione was sitting on her bunk with several books spread out on the bed in front of her, muttering slightly to herself as she continued to research ways to destroy a Horcrux. Said dark object was currently hanging from the neck of Harry’s boyfriend, whispering dark words and irritability into his very soul.

“Would you stop that?” the ginger snapped as he moved his head away from where he had been close to the radio.

“What?” Heriome asked, bringing her hands away from where she had been picking her lips to look between her friends.

“The mumbling!”

“Lay off her,” Harry snapped as he quickly looked up from the Marauder’s Map. He had been checking in on some of their friends, something that he did often just to make sure that they were okay. “The radio being on that stupid show all the time isn’t any better than her mumbling.”

“Of course you would defend her at my expense!” Ron seethed. He got up from his bunk, keeping his wounded arm as close to his body as he could. “You’ve been on her side since we’ve started this stupid journey! You wouldn’t even think that we’re together if it weren’t for the sex you demand from me.”

“What are you implying?” Harry asked as he slammed the wand down onto the table next to him and stood up to meet his boyfriend halfway.

“I’m not implying anything, I’m saying that you’re cheating on me! You think I don’t see the way that you two look at each other, but I do! I see every little smile, I see every little hug, I see the way that she hangs off of you whenever she has one of her little breakdowns about the horrible thing that she did to her parents. All you do to me now is fuck me when you need it, because apparently my ass is the only part of our relationship that you want to keep around!” Ron nearly screamed.

“You really want to fuckng accuse me of cheating? I’m not the one that kissed Lavender Brown after we won the Quidditch Cup last year,” Harry shouted back.

“I don’t need to explain to you again that that wasn't my fault. I didn't go out and make Lavender kiss me, she just did. You’re the one that’s been walking around and fucking someone else without telling me or anything! You’re an asshole and I think I’d be better off without you!” Ron seethed, pushing against Harry’s shoulder with his hand.

“I think we’d be better off without you too! You’re a conceited git that thinks everything has to be about him even when it doesn't!”

Ron reached up to his chest and clenched the locket in his fist. He gave a firm tug and broke the chain that connected it behind his neck. He slammed it down on the table and then marched back to his bunk. He gathered up his pack, that he hadn’t bothered unpacking in a long while. He swung it over his shoulder and grasped his wand in his hand as he marched past Harry out of the tent.

It took a few minutes for the fact that he had just broken up with the love of his life to settle in, and as soon as they did Harry’s knees gave out. He fell to the ground while tears began to do the same, tracing marks down his cheeks. He removed his glasses and tossed them onto the ground next to him, not caring if the action would result in the glass breaking. He pressed the palm heels of his hands into his face as hard as he could, trying to push his eyes back into his head as he cried harder and harder.

He wanted to go back in time and stop everything that he had just done. He wanted to take back all of the words that he had said to his lover. He wanted to go back and explain to Ron that there was nothing going on between him and Hermione.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t go back and change what he had done, Ron was gone and there was nothing Harry could do to get him back.

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Hermione tried for weeks to get Harry back to his normal self. She came to him with every idea she got about how to destroy the Horcrux. She played his favorite songs on the radio, and told him all the good news that she got about their friends back at Hogwarts. 

Nothing seemed to work. 

He had fallen into such a deep depression that he rarely ever ate. He laid on his bunk and cried most of the time while he clutched something of Ron’s close to him. The times that he wasn’t crying, he was sleeping. 

Hermione left food out for him, but there was nothing that she could do to make him eat it. They continued traveling around the country while they worked to find what they needed to do next, but there was no heart in it anymore. She had just about given up when something she tried finally worked. 

She carried herself from her side of the tent over to the bunk he was sleeping on. She sat down next to him and saw that Harry was staring at the wall blankly, the pillow Ron had been using clutched tight to his chest. “Harry,” she spoke up softly as she touched his shoulder.

“Mm,” Harry hummed weakly in reply.

“I was thinking… We've been looking for Horcruxes for a while now and we haven’t been able to find anything. Maybe we were looking in the wrong places? We could go and see your parent’s graves in Godric’s Hollow. I was thinking, since you’re his new arch nemesis or whatever because of the prophecy, he might have hidden one of the Horcruxes there instead of wherever it was before,” she explained.

“I’ve never seen my parent’s graves,” Harry sat up and sniffled a little bit. He wiped the drying tears from his face and then turned to face her fully. “We should go.”

“Are-are you sure that you’re up for something like that?” Hermione asked, biting her lip with worry once more.

“Of course I am,” Harry stood up from the bed, leaving the pillow behind as he tried to push away the negative feelings sitting heavy in his chest. “Come on, we should get ready to go now.”

Hermione wordlessly stood and followed his lead as she helped him break down camp. They could have just apparated there and then back, but neither of them wanted to risk a muggle finding the tent, or someone worse finding it and then hunting them down when they got back. They took down the tent and all of the charms that they had plastered around their clearing. Hermione had just gotten everything packed away in her tiny purse when she turned to see Harry staring off into the void again.

“Harry, are you ready to go?” she asked softly as she reached out and touched his arm to startle him out of it.

“Yeah, let’s go,” he said, avoiding her gaze. He wrapped his arm around hers and they both focused for a moment before popping to the edge of Godric’s Hollow. They walked silently through the slushy snow that was piled high on the sides of the streets. They passed bars and restaurants full of people celebrating Christmas Eve, something that they had both forgotten about during their time in the woods.

Harry trudged through the deserted graveyard as he looked over each and every grave to find the one that they were looking for. He stopped dead in front of the one with his parents names’ engraved on it, their date of death the exact same.

Hermione slowly approached the grave next to him, touching his shoulder as a sign of her support. “I don’t know how you must be feeling, Harry…”

“It’s so hard,” he whispered, his shoulders hunching over in a defensive posture. “I’ve lost everything… Coming here, to my parents, just reminded me that I lost them too. I never had a real family that loved me until I met Ron, and then he was amazing. He and I had been together so long and it was like his family had become the one I never had, which was so amazing. He was there for me constantly… He-he helped me when Sirius died, and when I was so disappointed that I had to go back to the Dursleys. He was there with me every time someone decided to be a homophobic arsehole. H-he was even there after I decided to be an arsehole and tried to break up with him. He said that love conquers all, and Dumbledore should have taught me that while we were destroying Horcruxes... he was there for me every single time I needed him. I was there for him too. I was there when George lost his ear, and every time someone decided that they were going to jinx him… How could he leave me? How could he do that to me after everything we’ve been through?”

“Harry…” Hermione whispered. While talking, her friend had sunk down to his knees, and was now much lower than her with his head bowed. She squatted down next to him and placed his hand on his back, rubbing careful circles while he cried. “You have me now. It’s alright. I’m still here. Maybe… maybe we both need to move on from Ron, so that we can focus on this mission.”

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Harry did manage to forget his lover for the most part. He threw himself back into finding the Horcruxes after the incident with the snake they thought was Bathilda Bagshot. He had managed to move on and help Hermione with the extensive research they were doing on how to destroy the Horcrux that had torn their trio apart in the first place.

One night, while he was keeping watch, he had seen a Doe patronus shining through the thick wood that surrounded their campsite. He had gotten up to follow it immediately, bringing his wand with him in the process. The locket on his neck began to hiss and scream at him the closer that he got to the doe, which let him know that this was something he should be doing. 

The shining animal led him to a pond, where he could see a sword glistening just under the ice. He blasted a hole into the thick layer of ice with his wand before he stripped down to his underpants. He knew the water would be frigid and the last thing that he wanted was to walk back to the tent in soaking wet clothes. Harry ended up leaving his wand with his clothes, since he still wasn’t the best at reasoning without the two people he cared for most grounding him and telling him his decisions were stupid.

He plunged into the icy cold water and swam down as quickly as he could to get to the sword. The locket seemed to disagree about needing the sword and began to tug at his neck, choking him. He had tried to pull it off but was unable to. Everything had just started to go black before there was a bright light that broke through the layer of ice on the pond.

Harry gasped for breath as he was pulled out of the frigid water and dumped onto the snow of the bank. He could hear someone talking, casting spells on him and the pond behind them. Warmth overcame him and a magical towel wrapped around his body as well. Harry turned to see who his savoir was, and felt his heart leap into his throat.

The man in front of him was none other than the love of his life, and his no ex-boyfriend. Ron had obviously been the one to save him, as he was still wet up to his shoulder and had the Sword of Gryffindor clutched in the opposite hand to his wand. His hair had grown a bit longer in their time apart, now hanging down into the redhead’s eyes, but everything else about him was just the same as the Chosen One had remembered and dreamed about.

Harry’s first instinct was to rush to the other man and kiss him silly, but the relief at seeing Ron was alive was quickly replaced with resentment and anger. “How could you do that to me? After everything that we’ve been through, and everything that you told me when I tried to break up with you to protect you?” he shouted.

Ron looked taken aback, opening and closing his mouth a few times before he collected his thoughts. “Harry… I didn’t want to break up with you. I know you would never cheat on me and I didn’t mean any of those things that I said. I just… the locket would tell me all of these horrible things when I was wearing it and the fact that I couldn’t just spend time with you like I wanted was starting to get to me, I guess… my mind just ran away with nothing and I assumed something that I shouldn’t have. I love you and I never want to have to leave you again, but if you don’t want me I understand and I’ll go…”

“How did you even know where I was? Why did you come back?” Harry demanded, trying to ignore the aching feeling of love returning to his heart.

“I heard your voice… I had just run away from some Snatchers, and I was using the deluminator to make the hotel I was staying in a bit darker, when your voice came out of it instead of a light. It was kind of in the form of a light, now that I think about it,” he laughed awkwardly. “It just floated in front of me for a minute, and it was like our first time all over again. I heard you telling me that you loved me over and over again. Then the light drifted off and I just followed it until I found you drowning in there.”

“Our relationship couldn’t have meant that much to you if you were willing to break it off with something as simple as ‘your gay boyfriend is cheating on you with your asexual best friend’ being told to you by a piece of jewlry,” Harry snapped, the aforementioned piece of jewlry mocking him as it hung low on his neck.

“Harry… I was in a bad place because I was worried about my family and I had that locket around my neck all the time,” he whispered, keeping his eyes cast to the side in shame. “Please, our relationship meant everything to me. I wanted to come back as soon as I had left.”

“Whatever. Give me the sword,” Harry commanded, holding his hand out for it. 

“No, I think you should open the locket and I’ll use the sword,” Ron shook his head. Harry grudgingly removed the locket from his neck and placed it down in the snowy earth next to the pond. He spoke a few key words in Parseltongue and the locket sprung open, allowing smoke to billow out of it and filled the air above it.

Both teenagers watched the black cloud swirl around for a moment before it began to solidify into a real shape. Some of the smoke paled a bit and formed into the silky smooth skin of both Hermione and Harry. Their forms stood there, smirking as they turned to each other and began to slowly yet passionately kiss. 

Harry had just opened his mouth to ask Ron for the sword when he noticed that the redhead wasn’t doing anything, but he was a second too late as the smoke version of him began to speak instead. “I never loved you, it was just easier to keep you around when I was pretending to be your boyfriend. You were nothing but a tool to get what I wanted.”

“Why would he love you, a foolish poor boy when he could have me? The top of my class and beautiful,” Smoke Hermione sneered.

“You were nothing but a pity fling that turned into a way for me to be able to avoid all those annoying admirers,” Smoke Harry began to cackle and laugh.

Ron released a guttural scream as he held the sword above his head and charged forward. He let the large weapon down onto the locket, chopping it in half. He brought it up and then swung it back down onto the necklace again and again until it was broken into so many pieces that it would be a pain to clean up. Ron then collapsed down to his knees, dropping the sword off to the side. The redhead took in a shaky breath as he placed both of his hands onto his face to muffle the sounds of his sobs as he began to cry. His shoulders were shaking and tears were rushing down his face.

Harry stood there in astonishment as his mind reeled, processing everything that he had just seen. For a while, he had begun to believe that Ron was just making up the cheating accusation as a way to excuse himself from the relationship while making it look like it was Harry’s fault. The smokey apparitions that the horcrux created made him think otherwise. 

His gut reaction at hearing the tears of his ex-lover were to go and comfort him, but he was immediately shaken from this as he remembered all of the times that he had been left bawling his eyes out with no one but his best friend to try and comfort him. Ron had caused him so much pain and grief, more than he already had from losing his parents and every father figure he had ever looked up to. 

The younger of the two wizards turned around as he was abruptly going to walk off, but something inside of him reminded him that it was just the locket speaking to them both. The sense of dark magic and resentment was still heavy in the air, as evil like that wouldn’t just disappear. Harry turned around again and slowly walked over to his ex-boyfriend. 

He kneeled down in the snowy leaves, pressing a hand to the space in between Ron’s shoulders. He rubbed slow circles until the other wizard turned to look at him. His eyes used to be so full of love and light, just like his soul was, but now they showed nothing but heartbreak and hurt. Harry immediately opened his arms and wrapped them around the other man so that they were pressed flush to each other. 

“I’m sorry for not believing you,” Harry whispered. The beginning of his heartfelt confession started and he couldn’t stop it, the words just tumbled from his lips. He explained what happened when he saw his parent’s graves and what happened before then. He was crying by the end of it, “Hermione is like a sister to me, okay? I’m so gay it’s not even funny, and she’s asexual so I couldn’t even physically cheat on her with you. The locket showing us doing that was just to make you angry and have you turn on me.”

“I’m so sorry Harry, so sorry,” Ron whispered. “I never wanted to hurt you, even when you were being such an ass during our fifth year. I always wanted to be there to support you and make you feel better and I ended up putting you through all of that like some kind of asshole,” he spat bitterly, the words so full of malice it made Harry’s stomach churn. “I’m the worst boyfriend ever.”

“Hey, no,” Harry shook his head immediately. “You just saved my life even though we weren’t together anymore! I think that makes you a pretty good boyfriend,” he laughed softly. He took a deep, shaky breath to try and steal his nerves before he leaned forward and briefly connected their lips. It was almost like they were getting together at thirteen all over again, with hesitant touches and blushing faces.

Ron moved his hand to cup the back of Harry’s head as he tried to make it deeper, but the raven-haired male pulled awake abruptly. “You really did hurt me, even if you didn’t mean to. I don’t think I can forgive you just yet,” he murmured.

“I understand. A-am I allowed to come back to the campsite with you or do you want me to leave again?” Ron asked nervously. He stood up and grabbed the damaged locket and the Sword of Gryffindor.

“I think you should come back to the tent with me. I may not be able to get back together with you as my boyfriend, but I think we can go back to being friends,” Harry replied. They then silently walked back to the campsite. Ron wordlessly placed the sword and locket on the small table within the tent and collapsed onto his bunk.

---

They were both woken up by Hermione that morning when she woke up to make breakfast. “You have got to be kidding me!” she cried as she saw the redhead back in the tent. “You have some nerve showing up back here after all you’ve done!”

“I-what?” Ron asked, groggy from sleep as he sat up on his bunk and looked over at the woman.

“Do you know what you did to Harry? I was so worried that he was going to end up doing something like take his own life in the middle of the night or when I was gone! He didn’t even care about the Deathly Hallows or finding the horcruxes! He never spoke to me and he barely ate anything,” she began to pace as she spoke, moving her hands to visually show how upset she was.

“Hermione…” Harry trailed off as he knew it was pretty much futile to try and get her to calm down when she was in a mood like this.

“You can’t just come charging back here when you caused this much damage to Harry, and then you didn’t even say goodbye to me, your best friend!” she finished, throwing her arms up in the air in exasperation.

Ron bowed his head slightly in shame before he began to explain to her what he had explained to Harry. She didn’t seem as convinced as Harry had felt, and stormed out with an angry huff.

---

Hermione didn’t warm back up to Ron the same way that Harry was. She spent most of her time out on watch or gathering supplies from Muggle grocery stores. She barely spoke to either of them but Harry could tell that she was calming down and getting used to the idea of Ron being forgiven. 

Several weeks after the redhead’s re-joining of their group, Harry finally felt confident enough with himself to rekindle their relationship as well. It was shaky in the beginning but with as much trauma as they were going through on a daily basis, it was easy to fall back into the pattern that they had always lived their lives in. They loved each other and nothing would keep them apart this time.

[incorrect-marauders]

THE OWLS ARE IN! IT’S TIME FOR THE SURVEY RESULTS!

So, as many of our followers are probably aware, we recently did a survey to get a feel of what people thought of our blog. We got a total of 57 results and we are grateful to each and every one of you for taking the time to let us know your thoughts. Now, we’re here to share the general consensus of what people thought and how we will accommodate these opinions.

We’ll definitely have some changes to the blog, so read on to see what those changes are!

Before we begin, we have a few things to briefly mention.

The results are pretty scattered. We didn’t want to restrict anyone, so most were free response or included “Other”. In hindsight, there were a few questions that could have easily been multiple choice without really restricting anyone. (Side eyes the first question.) Therefore, most of these will just summarize the results we got. Occasionally drop the graph for the multiple choice questions.

Because of the large amount of responses we got, not every answer will be listed here. We highlighted the things that were either most commonly mentioned or had us thinking the most.

If anyone would like to see the full results for some reason (par the names, to keep anonymity), feel free to email us at incorrectmarauders.tumblr@gmail.com and we’ll send it over!

And yes, we are making changes to accommodate these results! That’s what this survey was all about!

We’ll be opening applications for new mods within the next couple days as well.

We’ll have a tiny hiatus as all of this is going on.

Now, we begin...

How long have you been following incorrect-marauders?

The most popular answer seemed to be around 2 months or 10 months. A lot of people filling out this survey seemed to either be relatively new or here since the beginning. Kudos to you incorrect-marauders veterans, and welcome newer followers!

How did you find incorrect-marauders?

Somewhat as we expected. Keep reblogging us, lovely people!

What do you love MOST about incorrect-marauders?

"It's funny.” (x50)

No really, we got 50 variations of “It’s funny,” “It’s hilarious,” “The humour,” “The funny text posts.”

Thanks, we appreciate it!

“How weirdly in character the quotes always are.”

(Similar variations include, “How actually accurate your post are,” “That not every post is as funny, imho, but that they do keep true to the characters,” “How much they fit the characters.”)

“They offer new content to the Marauders 'franchise' as it were because some stuff within the fandom is constantly being reused.”

“How correct it actually is if Joanne made it canon.”

“McGonagall with the marauders and that the sources are listed.”

“Accurate representation, variety of ships and relationships, isnt toxic.”

“Very funny and can be great art/writing prompts.”

“The taste.”

“EVERYTHING.”

These are all very nice, thank you all. Glad we hit where we were aiming.

What do you love LEAST about incorrect-marauders?

The most common response was, “Nothing,” or a variation thereof, but that’s no fun for this question, so here are some of the legitimate criticisms we received!

“Quote sources, I think, occasionally aren't there.”

Our original quotes often don’t have sources. But if there’s one where a mod forgot to credit a source, please just message us and one of the admins will fix that!

“There isn't a particularly nice aesthetic to the blog, e.g. a matching layout and profile picture or quote.”

Yeah, we’re working to fix that. I like pretty blogs too.

“Could be updated a little more.”

(”Not much posting in my opinion,” “Long time between posts.”)

Strangely enough, we got this a few times but our later poll about how often to post were contradicting this. So, unfortunately, we will not be adjusting this.

“I mean I would say that Peter is on it, but can’t really get rid of him...”

(Got a few of these, like, ”Peter being seen as a good person.”)

Sorry!

“Some are a bit too small.”

“I don’t like the long quotes.”

Well, then.

“Seeing my #notp but that isnt rly a minus?? Its called diversity so im not gonna hate or anything.”

Thank you for appreciating the diversity. We get occasional hate over it, but we also get hate over not posting some of the other ships. I suppose that’s what happens when you have lots of different followers of different opinions.

“If I send you a text post you credit the source in # but i'd like you to include a link to my tumblr in the post itself so people would actually find my tumblr. I doent send you text posts anymore, cause it doesn't really profit me and it feels like you get credit for my work.”

We’re sorry you feel that way. We always put it in the tags, just in front of the source. We are more of a mod-based blog rather than a submission-based blog. Anyone is welcome to submit, but about 98% of our posts are created by our mods.

“Sometimes I feel like the wrong characters were chosen or not well thought out.”

We can assure you our mods put a lot of thought into what characters to use, but you are welcome to message us with your own suggestion! (But please note that we are a Marauders blog; we got a few comments about how we don’t post enough Hinny or Romione, but that’s not what our blog is about.)

What makes incorrect-marauders stand out?

Once again, we got a lot about how funny we are, so we’ll skip over those and highlight the more unique answers!

"They don't use things from other people without credit.”

“The love and attention put in to everything.”

“Don't think there are any other blogs about marauders in this style.”

(We got this a few times. ”Like the type of blog and incorrect-marauders was the first one Harry potter themed I found,” also, “Its really funny and pretty much the only blog that just does this kind of post and i LOVE it.” But alternatively... “There are a lot of textpost blogs like it, but it is one of the only ones that I have found that consistently keeps characters in character in the posts and appeals to my sense of humor.”)

“I feel the quotes are in character and from multiple sources which Is cool.“

“How open it is.”

“The continuous content.”

“The posts arent so often that my dash is spammed like other blogs of the same nature.”

“Not sure but I like you.”

Not much to comment on these except we’re happy to see people think this about us!

How satisfied are you with the blog and the posts, in all?

So, you’re telling me, we opened a public, anonymous survey and not a single hater filled it out? Am I impressed or disappointed?

Please explain your response to the previous question.

“I just love the whole blog.”

“It's not my favourite blog ever ever which is why it's not a 10 but i still love it.”

“You guys are just so awesome! But it'd also be cool to have a little, meet the creator(s).”

“Its good but I don't have or want notifications on.”

“It’s the #qualitycontent i signed up for.”

"Always room for improvement, and also there's no 9 3/4 option.”

Awesome! We definitely agree that we can always improve, which is what this survey is for!

How often should we post?

We got a lot of variety here. Some say once a day (which is how often we currently post) was ideal. Others put stuff like...

“I wouldnt mind my entire blog just being filled with your posts.”

While Once A Day is the most voted for, the rest of the options put together, which we’ll name Two or More Times a Day, do win overall. Since we have one new post followed by a reblog, we’ll compromise by posting two times a day, but with one new post a day (the second being a reblog).

In UTC, what times do you prefer us posting?

As expected, not many people cared. But two people felt very strongly and voted for 12am, 1am, and 6pm UTC. So, we’ll consider that.

What characters, relationships, universes, etc. would you like to see more represented in our posts?

We got a lot of responses here, primarily being more Wolfstar, Jily, and BFFs James and Sirius. We also got a lot saying we should post about Hinny, Romione, next gen, FBAWTFT, etc. in which I remind you that this is a Marauders blog.

We also got the hilarious response that said we should maybe post about the “merauders”. Well, we can certainly promise you that.

We also got a lot of people saying more McGonagall. That’s something we can definitely do.

Would you like to see more original quotes from us?

For the longest time, the option 50/50 was at exactly 50%. Kind of disappointed that is no longer, but the 25% option is at 25%, so that’s something. Anyway, we’ll aim for 50/50.

What else would you like to see us post?

This was one of the results that will make the biggest change to the blog. People seem to really love these ideas. So expect...

Marauder Mondays! Every Monday we’ll have Marauder Monday, where we’ll answer asks, reblog posts, and have a party! Probably when we’ll post the “extra” posts, like our GIFs, graphics, aesthetics, videos, etc.

How would you feel if we did sponsored posts?

Combined, it seems like ~75% of those who took the survey are good with sponsored posts.

These results honestly surprised us. We’ve gotten a lot of offers of sponsorships in the past but have always denied them because we didn’t know how our followers would feel. We probably won’t do this in the near future, but it’s an option.

What kind of projects would you like to see us host?

We got so many people suggesting merch. Shirts, stickers, pins, other merch... So we’ll keep that in mind! We’d love some Marauders shirts ourselves.

“Projects that other blogs can get involved with to help other accounts grow.”

Noted!

“An art challenge maybe? like, 30 day challenge where you have to draw them as characters from movies/tv shows? like, friends, clueless, avengers, dc characters etc.“

Definitely interesting. Art challenges would be a lot of fun. Hopefully there’s an interest for this!

Which of our other accounts do you follow/would like to follow?

We’ll look into bringing on people to regularly post on other sites.

What device do you use to browse our blog most often (whether through Tumblr or our site)?

Why are we bothering with a redesign again? Oh, right. Personal vain.

How often do you visit the blogsite?

Those numbers are higher than expected...

What kind of things would you like to find on our blogsite?

“Character aesthetics.”

“Fanfiction links.”

“Marauders fan art would be cool.“

We’ll be working on this! Thank you for the suggestions!

More meet the creator(s) (if not comfortable with should, maybe just telling a funny story)

We got a lot of people saying they’d like to know more about us. We are anonymous, but this particular comment had us thinking. We’ll be implementing something in the near future. We will still remain anonymous, but we will have “blog identifies”, I suppose you could say. More info to come!

Other than show, character, and ship lists, what would you like to see in our navigation?

We didn’t get many new suggestions for this, except for fanart, aesthetics, etc. which we will add as more people join the blog!

Do you have any additional suggestions for us?

"Maybe find a blog that could do fan art, but only if you’re comfortable with it. Also, you’re blog is already so amazing, and any redesign would just make it more awesome!!! Don’t let anyone get you down espically if some one puts something negative on the survey because it is so so great already.”

We got no negative feedback (just constructive criticism), but thank you for your concern!

“um. keep doing this. i like it. it helps fill the gaping void in my soul“

Mood.

“Thanks for making the survey, caring about our feedback, and being awesome overall :)”

Of course! This is not just our blog, this is the Marauders fandom blog. Your feedback means everything to us and we hope you will like the changes we’ll make in response to it.

And that covers all of it! Cookies to anyone who read all of that! Keep an eye out for those new mod applications if you’re interested in joining our team!

We’ll be taking a tiny little hiatus as we’re figuring some stuff out.

[foxymuses]

an incomplete list of headcanons for sirius black:

there was a period of about 6-8 months between running away/being disowned and receiving his uncle’s inheritance when sirius had absolutely nothing to his name but the misc junk he’d shoved in a bag when he left the house to go to james. the potters, ignoring sirius’ claims they didn’t have to, bought him a moderate amount of items including but not limited to clothes, school materials, and various items for the room he’d already claimed at their house. when his inheritance kicked in, he tried to pay them back. they refused.

sirius was always more afraid of his father than his mother (which is the opposite of regulus). the reason is that his mother was more concerned with appearances outside the family, but was content to simply act as if sirius didn’t exist when they were at home, which was fine for both of them (and on some occasions, the worst that would happen is she’d scream and yell and be generally unpleasant, and true she’d be the one to force a hair cut or destroy his ‘revolting’ muggle/gryffindor items). however his father was the disciplinarian. his father rarely raised his voice, but was the first to raise a hand or wand to correct behaviors or punish misbehaviors, and though sirius would stand up for himself and was not scared into silence, there were many instances where he would show up to the potters in the middle of the night, or return from mandatory holidays during the school year, with signs of magically induced injury.

following that, sirius is always the first to jump to the defense of others, completely disregarding his own safety or the danger of the situation, and has been known to laugh in the face of those that think they can fight him, and generally doesn’t react to anyone who rises to attack him either verbally or physically, but whenever his father even shifted slightly, sirius would tense and brace, and there were several instances in public where a disagreement would start and though often the marauder’s were nearby and out of ear shot, they’d know things were going poorly because sirius, who never ever shows fear to anyone, would flinch

it’s clear from prisoner of azkaban that sirius could have escaped at any point. all he did was become padfoot and get past the dementors who weren’t looking for or caring about animals (literally his words). there is no true reason he had to wait twelve years except for dramatic story telling. that being said, the shock of the situation prevented any of this from logically settling in his mind for the first few weeks, and then after that, the dementors and their constant soulsucking presence did make it easier for sirius to blame himself for james and lily dying. he convinced them to make their secret keeper peter instead of him, he didn’t try hard enough to keep them safe, he should’ve actually killed peter, fuck what’s happening to harry, where is he, does anyone care about him, is he being taken care of, what’s remus doing, does remus think sirius did it, does remus hate him, is remus okay, it’s another full moon please let remus be okay, fuck if he gets out he’s going to strangle peter --- on and on, and it definitely gave him a huge amount of guilt on his shoulders, and regret, and despair, and while i personally don’t think it would have taken him 12 years to finally fucking decide to leave, it definitely did take several, especially since telling time within the walls of azkaban is near impossible

ON THAT NOTE, HOWEVER, it is this very guilt and anger that allowed him to muster the determination to finally fucking escape. even amidst all this guilt and fear and sorrow, sirius was strong enough to stay sane under the influence of the dementors and his own perceived failure, that he consciously made the decision to trick his way out. it was this very fury he felt towards peter and the injustice that he suffered because of his coward of a supposed best friend that fueled sirius’ ability to withstand the trails of being a prisoner at the worst wizarding prison. once his guilt subsisded enough for pure unadulterated hate to seep in, it was just a matter of deciding the best time to stage an escape

I REPEAT, I DO NOT BELIEVE IT TOOK HIM 12 YEARS at most, i would figure, personally, it happened in four or five. which, while following my canon divergent main verse, would still allow time for sirius to clear his name and fight for custody of harry, which he does successfully, by my canon, when harry is about seven. SO EVEN IF sirius isn’t instantly cleared as my main verse would like, he still winds up a single dad.

he has horrible nightmares after azkaban, regardless of when he gets out or how long he was there or whether he ends up raising harry. i personally would have it so that he and remus end up living together, both because sirius has his inheritance to support them, and because they’re the last two marauders and trusting others is hard for sirius to come by after everything, so living with remus is Safe and Easy, and he does everything he fucking can to make up for all the full moons he missed, but regardless of how Hard he tries to get back to some semblance of a normal life, he has severe ptsd from prison and he doesn’t sleep well and he doesn’t eat much and he drinks more (in verses where he doesn’t have custody) and he smokes a shit ton more and he spends more time as padfoot than he does as a human because being a dog is just so much simpler and he has fewer worries, and remus is fucking worried as shit about him because sirius was always the strongest of the four of them (fight me on this i dare you) and to see the confident, arrogant, and generally easy-going carefree rebel that was sirius black in school turned into a jumpy, irritable, shattered shell of himself is hard and sirius never truly recovers from that damage, he just gets better at hiding it, and he does a hell of a lot better at healing when he does have custody of harry because harry gives him purpose in a way that remus can’t.

when sirius inevitably comes across peter again, he does try to kill him. whether he genuinely fails or subconsciously stops himself because peter, as much as sirius resents and hates and would love to grind him into little rat pieces, was a friend and was someone sirius trusted and cherished and would have protected with his life, and no matter how much he very much wants to kill the bastard, he can’t

shifting gears a bit, but sirius had never and still doesn’t really see himself ever getting married. he never even wanted kids until harry came around, and even then, the only kid he’ll ever have is in my canon divergency where he raises harry himself. in that verse he is more open to a co-parenting relationship (re: when he’s with @gavrele‘s gabe, or if he were to be with remus or another marauder’s era character who survived either by au or in canon), which can be considered romantic or merely a mutual desire to raise this orphaned child, but in that instance, he still probably wouldn’t want marriage, because it makes him seriously uncomfortable just thinking about it, and at the very most he would just agree to mutually wear signifying rings but not actually make it official, so that way if at any point he does feel weird about it he won’t feel bad about taking the ring off for a few days until the feeling passes

he learns of regulus’ dying while he’s in azkaban and listen canon sirius was very ‘meh’ about the whole deal, which really pisses me off, so my sirius was very torn. and it doesn’t help that most people just write reggie off as disappearing, they don’t know the story, they just assume he died in the war or voldemort disposed of him or something, doesn’t matter, he learns that regulus is gone, and his father is gone, and his mother ends up dying shortly before he gets out, and sirius is alone really and truly, and when he returns home for the first time in years, he manages to convince kreacher to explain the situation because even if he doesn’t particularly like kreacher, they both loved regulus, and sirius crafts a makeshift grave for his brother which he visits reguluarly, and though he doesn’t usually say much except “hey reg”, the first time he broke down sobbing because he tried so hard to get regulus to see the right side of the war, but he didn’t try hard enough, and he should’ve worked harder to keep reg safe, what an awful brother he was, he only ever thought of himself, if he just took regulus with him when he ran away maybe they could’ve avoided this, fuck he’s sorry he fucked up, he’s so proud that regulus stood up to voldemort in the end, he doesn’t care if it was for selfishness or fear or whatever, he’s so proud, he wishes regulus would know how proud he is

he actively keeps harry as safe as possible, doesn’t let half the shit that happens happen to him, fully supports and listens to him whenever the kid says ‘something is going on”, talks with him through it, tells him all the stories of james and lily that he can, never treats harry as less than his own blooded son because to him harry is his son, but he also never tries to replace james with himself, and harry knows how much sirius loved james and lily and how sirius only wants harry to be safe and happy, and merlin did he cry the first time harry called him dad and told him that he knows sirius isn’t his real dad but its okay to have more than one dad, he still loves james too he just loves sirius as much, and when he saw sirius almost crying, he asked if that was okay, and sirius could not express how absolutely perfect that was and later when talking to remus, remus had to hold a conflicted sirius for at least half an hour because he adored the idea but god he misses james so much, he wishes this wasnt the situation but it is and fuck it hurts (remus is uncle, by the way)

he literally stands between snape and harry, and dumbledore and harry, and does not let lucius anywhere near harry (and only allows cissa after a tentative no-children meeting, where they agree to not be enemies but rather awkward cousins like they are, and sometimes even let draco and harry play together) and harry is raised knowing about the prophecy, and since he’s raised in the wizarding world he’s not a commodity, by the time he starts hogwarts, everyone has kind of gotten over the hype so he can be mostly normal, and yeah strange things keep happening but the second harry tells sirius (because harry is raised in an open and loving environment where talking about things is encouraged), sirius does shit about it, and yeah voldemort wasn’t vanquished, he is still waiting, and sirius can’t be everywhere, but when harry says voldemort is back, sirius fucking rallies and essentially one-man-armies the ministry into fucking doing something about it because he lived through that hell in his last few years of hogwarts, he lost friends to it, he is not going to watch it happen again and nothing is going to hurt harry period

naturally, this means he doesn’t die in the department of mysteries because when the dreams start happening, harry talks about them with him, and they work it out together.

sirius doesn’t get a job because he doesn’t need one, and all of harry’s inheritance from james is purely harry’s, sirius doesn’t touch an ounce of it, and in fact regularly adds to it of his own inheritance, but sirius is seen roaming random places offering assistance, usually in regards to muggle nonsense (think hands on mechanics stuff) because he’s good at it and he doesn’t know what to do with his time, but he never lets them pay

he helps fund the weasley’s prank store. ron is a little odd, and hermione is sometimes annoying, and boy does he have a soft spot for neville because sirius knows about his parents, and you can bet that rather than lifting the map from filch, sirius straight up gave it to fred and george, and remus later confiscated it from his now-permanent DADA position (or whatever position remus wants, tbh) and sirius got an earful before telling remus he knew the other would give it back to them, which he did

i could continue but i should probably start another post to do so SO THERE YOU ARE