#that remus never contacted harry????

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do a flip! - harry potter

summary: harry tries to find out who your crush is, and you give him a negotiation: you'll tell him if he tells you his. you're confident he doesn't have one, having been dumped only three weeks ago. he proves you wrong. wc: 1.7k+ part of my wolfstar!daughter au :)

Your dad’s loud voice boomed in the entryway at the sight of his best friend. Crossing your arms over your chest, you leaned against the wall with an unimpressed look on your face, making brief eye contact with your aunt Lily, who held the same expression. Your dad and uncle James always had to act as though they didn’t leave next door to each other, both houses overlooking the same large lake.

Harry pushed past the two men to enter the house, rolling his eyes playfully at you, greeting you with a shove to your shoulder. You scoffed, turning around to make your way to the kitchen, where your second dad was already grabbing things from the fridge. Lily made her way to greet Remus with a hug, and you pushed yourself up to sit on the counter top, wearing nothing but shorts over your bikini.

James came into the room, announcing “Okay, so all the meat is in this cooler, drinks with Lily, and Harry’s got… What have you got again, love?”

“Quaffle.” Harry replied with a grin and you snorted, watching as he threw it up in the air once. A light tapping on the window caught your attention, and you hopped off the counter at the sight of a dark owl. You opened the window, your dad’s words muffled in the background. “Should we start getting things outside? James, I’ll leave the barbecue to you, mate, alright?”

Unhooking the letter from around the large owl’s clawed hand, you shuffled around the room to find it some treats, scratching its head. The owl’s wings fluttered and it leaned into your touch, hooting quietly. You giggled, shutting the window when it flew away and flipped the envelope over.

It was addressed to you.

The letter was from Theo, who you’d tutored this past year in charms, and he was raving about how his parents were finally going to let him on a trip abroad with his friends now that his grade had recovered. You grinned, chuckling quietly as you read over the crossed out curse words, eyes finally landing on the ‘You’re literally my hero, have a good summer Lupin’

“Letter from your boyfriend?” Your eyes flitted up at Harry’s teasing comment, and you noticed he had attracted the attention of your parents, who stood frozen in place. “Sorry, don’t you have your own relationship to worry about?”

“We both know she broke up with me.”

“Oh how could I forget; it’s all you’ve talked about for three weeks.” James chuckled at your retort, watching his son huff and put his hands on his hips.

“I just want to know why! She never told me!”

“It’s probably because of that haircut.” Harry’s hands shot to his hair in insecurity, but then he saw the way you laughed and immediately dropped them, glaring at you. He had only cut his hair last week.

“Love, you have a boyfriend?” Asked Remus, but you shook your head, snatching a cherry tomato from the vegetable platter he held, popping it into your mouth. “No. Harry’s just jealous there’s another man in my life.” Lily’s eyes lit up, and she smiled fondly as Harry’s face immediately flushed. He shook his head frantically, beginning to deny what you said instantly.

“I’m not! But you don’t meet up to tutor someone twice a week!” “Harry, he was failing. And besides, I got paid for it.”

“Paid for it how?” You gasped loudly at the insinuation behind his comment, ignoring the surprised looks on all the adults’ faces. Lily scolded her son with a loud call of his name, but your next comment was already tumbling out of your mouth before you could help it.

“Please, if either of us here are whores, we both know it’s you, Mr. lets the slytherins win a game in exchange for head.” Harry grimaced and you bit down on your bottom lip, aware that you had revealed too much in front of his parents.

“You did what!?” James cried, Lily stunned into silence. “It wasn’t an important game.” Harry defended weakly as his dad went on to rant about the importance of integrity and competition, and, well, quidditch. You shifted your weight from one foot to another, sending Harry an apologetic smile. “Should we all go take a dip in the lake?” You suggested in a poor attempt to change the topic of conversation.

“You guys go ahead,” Began Lily, placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder, “We’ll follow you in a bit.” Nodding eagerly, you grabbed Harry’s wrist, dragging him outside through the backdoor of the house.

“I’m gonna jump!” Harry cried dramatically in response to the situation you had just escaped, pulling his t-shirt over his head as he ran towards the small wooden dock leading into the lake. Shimmying out of your shorts, you giggled, increasing your pace as you cupped your hands around your mouth, yelling “Do a flip!”

The boy complied, twisting his torso to face you as he jumped off the dock, flipping back into the water. Breaking into a run, your feet separated from the wooden platform underneath you, and you tucked your legs into your chest to cannonball into the water, splashing water all over Harry as he resurfaced. He spluttered, shaking the water out of his hair when you broke out of the water’s surface with a proud grin. You lifted your hands up to protect your face from his attack, whining softly.

A silence settled over you, and you tilted your head to the side, trying to get water out of your ear. “You know,” You started when you heard a satisfying pop of water leaving your ear. “I didn’t mean that about your haircut. You look very handsome.” Harry nodded his head in thanks, shrugging his shoulders as he said “And I didn’t mean to insinuate that Nott was paying you with sex.”

You snorted, tilting your head back until the water coated all you hair. “You know, he does like you though.”

“Don’t be stupid.”

“I’m not! Trust me on this one, he likes you.” You shrugged, stretching your legs out in the water in front of you, staring at the nail polish on your toes, peeking out of the clear water. Glancing back at Harry, you swallowed thickly at the serious look on his face.

“Does it matter though? I mean, I have my eyes on someone else, so…” Harry’s head snapped towards you from where he was staring at your parents prepping the barbecue and setting a table outside. “Who?”

“I’m not gonna tell you, I’m not stupid.”

Harry swam towards you, water splattering around you at his sudden movements. “Pleaseee.” “I’ll only tell you in return for your crush.” You were proud at the negotiation, well aware that your best friend had just gotten out of a relationship three weeks ago. He didn’t have a crush, and therefore, you wouldn’t tell him yours.

“She doesn’t even like me, so it doesn’t matter.” Harry’s confession had you losing control over your limbs, waving your arms around in the water as you lost balance of your floating. “Wait, you like someone!? You were dating Ginny like two weeks ago!”

“I’ve liked her since before Ginny. Before all those other girls.” Pushing aside the pang in your chest, you forced a grin on your face as you stared at Harry with a teasing smile. “That’s so cute! Who is it?” But Harry stubbornly shook his head. Humming, you rolled your eyes in exaggeration as you floated to the water’s surface, laying on your back. “Fine. I won’t tell you who mine is either.”

“Well that’s just not fair.”

“It’s totally fair. I don’t know if he likes me, so if I’m following your logic, I shouldn’t say. What are you scared of anyway?”

“That she’ll reject me!”

“How is she going to reject you if you’re just telling me!?”

Harry went silent, his face flushing a dark red. You tilted your head to the side, jaw slacking as you took note of the way he avoided your gaze. “Harry Potter.”

“It’s nothing, it’s dumb.” “Harry Potter!” You giggled ecstatically, flipping onto your stomach and swimming over to him in three fluid strokes of your arms against the smooth water. He stared into the clear water, looking down at his feet, buried in the sand until he couldn’t possibly avoid looking at you; so close that he could see your feet kicking in the water below to keep you afloat.

He almost laughed at the sight.

“Am I your crush?” You pushed. Harry could almost hear the smile in your voice, but still, he refused to meet your eyes. “Don’t beat yourself up over it.” He huffed, on the verge of tears. But how could he cry when you seemed so happy over the revelation? It was either joy or mockery. He prayed it wouldn’t be the latter; he would never look you in the eyes ever again if that was the matter.

“Can you look at me now, so I can kiss you?” Harry’s head shot up to look at you with wide eyes, nearly bulging out of his face. But before you could kiss him, Harry put a hand up to stop you from coming any closer to him. “Why would you kiss me?”

Your shoulders slumped, and Harry could see you were putting more effort in keeping your neck above the water. He put both his hands on your hips to help lift you slightly above the surface. “Because you’re my crush too, stupid.” Harry nodded, grateful for the clarification, and mumbled shyly, “Okay, you can kiss me now.”

With a surge, you threw yourself forward, wrapping your arms over Harry’s shoulders as you slammed your lips onto his. He let out a nervous breath through his nose, his arms on your hips fully snaking around your torso to bring you as close to him as humanly possible.

A clatter of things echoed in the distance, and you heard a high pitched scream ring through the air. “It’s happening! Remus, get the camera!” The pulled away from the kiss at the obvious excitement coming from your parents, and you groaned, digging your face into the crook of Harry’s neck to hide from their humiliation, your cheeks hot with embarrassment. Harry spun the two of you around so you weren’t the one facing towards the house, and one of his hands left your waist to stick a thumbs up in the air towards both of your parents.

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I was rereading Prisoner of Azkaban and I completely forgot that Sirius was canonically described as James and Lily’s best friend? It’s mentioned way too many times to be a mere coincidence:

“Why hadn’t anyone ever mentioned the fact that Harry’s parents had died because their best friend had betrayed them?”

“He was going to live with Sirius Black, his parents’ best friend … He felt dazed.”

“For maybe half an hour, a glorious half hour, he had believed he would be living with Sirius from now on . . . his parents’ best friend.”

“He was my mum and dad’s best friend. He’s a convicted murderer, but he’s broken out of Wizard prison and he’s on the run.”

It’s not like the text had to include Lily here. She was not involved in the story of their animagi transformations or the creation of the map. Nor are Remus or Peter ever linked to Lily in such a way – their friendship with James and Sirius is repeatedly emphasized, and I think it’s probable they were friendly with Lily as well, but their own connection to her is never textually highlighted the way Sirius’s is. So I think the emphasis of Sirius being Lily’s best friend as well is purposeful (and even if it wasn’t, it doesn’t matter, it’s textually canon regardless)

It’s unclear when or how they became friends, but I love that James was clearly not the link connecting them together – Lily and Sirius remained in contact with each other entirely independently from him, as her letter proves. I remember reading somewhere that Sirius is the only one of Lily’s canon relationships that’s about her receiving support rather than giving it, which is what she deserves.

I think the revelation of Lily and Snape being best friends has overshadowed her connection to Sirius in the fandom, which sucks, because I think Deathly Hallows paralleled these two friendships in really interesting ways:

Lily got sorted into Gryffindor and looked back sadly at Snape … and then turned away from Sirius, who specifically tried to make room for her at the house table.

Adult!Lily wrote a letter with “lots of love” to Sirius … only for Snape, her former best friend, to tear it apart and claim it for himself after she and Sirius had both died.

Anyway sorry I went off a little lol, I just love these two + James a lot <3

i love blackevans friendship so much as well! it's just delicious they have such potential for a fun connection--and it doesn't need to have anything to do with James, it can be about them (though ofc they are also both close to James. they talk about him lol).

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poa!remus lupin x healer!reader one-shot ! warnings: angst ? mentions of war and death, eventual fluff word count: 4,014 masterlist

Remus Lupin was a handsome man. You had always known this, ever since fifth year when you got paired up with him in potions. It became your new favorite subject. He was not only gorgeous but bright and sharp as a whip. You could hear his sarcastic and witty comments from under his breath often, and the giggles that bubbled out of you were hard to contain. You had considered yourself decent friends, sharing more than one class with him and opting often to work together throughout your time at Hogwarts. He was even the reason you were a part of the order of the phoenix as the war broke out. 

It was a dark time, the insecurity and the panic. The sheer paranoia that draped over everyone like a coat made of lead. You lost contact as the war ended. His best friends were dead, or traitors. His family was dead and as far as you knew he retreated until the only mention of him was the pictures on your walls. You hadn’t laid eyes on the man for twelve years. 

But Remus Lupin was still a handsome man. Older barely, tired definitely. As Dumbledore introduced him as the new defense against the dark arts professor you couldn’t help but gawk. His shy smile was the same, a small curl of his lip as he looked sheepishly at the crowd of children. His light brown hair was longer than the last time you had seen him. He shaved it the year Harry was born, you always thought he looked quite good with the buzz. Matter of fact he had asked you to shave it for him. You’d never forget the trust he had in you at that moment, nor the feel of his head, his face in your hands. 

You had started your post as a secondary healer at Hogwarts around the same time Harry Potter turned 11. Albus insisted Madame Pomfrey needed the help, and as a trusted witch and now experienced and skilled healer after many years at St Mungo’s, you were the one for the job. After much bonding with the Potter boy, as he had the terrible habit of always needing medical care along with his friends you started to tell him, stories of his mother, of his father, and your time together at school. You suspected Albus Dumbledore was playing a game of chess. Remus’s appearance was no different. Maybe he was trying to introduce the boy to his parent’s old friends. Show him the love and care his parents had fostered with others. The way James and Lily cared for their friends like family, until their last seconds.

Lily Evans had been, until the day of her death, one of your closest friends. The two of you were basically inseparable, she always said muggle-borns needed to stick together. This closeness is what made your friendship with Remus so easy. It was like two overlapping circles of friends perfectly lining up, creating one. This also made it easy to fall in love with him. Lily always encouraged it, you could still hear the smile on her face as she spoke warmly about the man, how perfect he was for you.

Lily loved Remus. You suspected this was also the reason for his absence. Everyone deals with grief differently.

Or maybe he just really had no care for you after all?

You shook the thought away as you did your nightly duties. It was nearing the end of the first week of classes and you hadn’t dared talk to Remus. You were trying to come to terms with the undeniable fact that maybe it was best that you didn’t reconnect. He could teach from his classroom on his side of the castle and you could heal children from yours. Not in a bad way, but maybe in the way two people avoid each other because of too much shared pain. Because maybe looking at each other meant acknowledging how alone you were. It’s not like he had even looked at you either. You wondered if he thought of you. 

You thought of Lily as you cleaned. She’d huff at you if she heard your thoughts. 

“Ah yes Ms Y/L/N,” Dumbledore walked in, Remus in tow. The soft brown, wool sweater he wore made your heart clench. He looked like he always did, he looked like the Remus you grew up with. Not the stuffier professor robes you had seen him wearing around. “I do believe you are familiar with Professor Lupin’s-”

”predicament” Remus muttered but in the silence of the night it was clear as day. 

”ah yes, ever so verbose, the professor, but you are aware yes?” 

Of course, you knew, you had helped him post-full moon before while you were training to be a healer. While the war felt like it would blow down your doors at any minute. you simply nodded. You resumed your task of folding the sheets, opting to do it with your hands.

You were afraid to look at him, but you knew what Dumbledore would ask.

”I trust you can make sure he’s in good shape each month then?”

You smiled softly at the headmaster, “of course sir, i’ll tend to him when needed” Dumbledore smiled and nodded as he turned, patting Remus’s shoulder as he passed and disappeared into the castle's darkness.

You could feel Remus tense up as you were left alone, you felt suffocated even in the expansiveness of the hospital wing. 

“I have all the moon dates in my calendar professor,” the words felt foreign coming from your mouth but you couldn’t bring yourself to say his name. “so please don’t hesitate to tell me what arrangement you’d prefer I can go up to your room the morning after or if you feel like coming down as well”

Remus shifted on his feet as you spoke. He stared hard at the windows but he suspected you were also avoiding his gaze. 

“I think I can make it up here, don’t worry I’ll probably be okay,” You hummed, shooting him a tightlipped smile as he bowed his head and left. Your eyes never met. 

Remus felt like he might suffocate at any moment. His skin felt hot under his collar and he couldn’t remember if he had looked at you at all. He tried to picture your face. Had it aged at all? Had you changed? He could only think back to when you buzzed his head thirteen years ago. Your wide smile as the two of you laughed at his falling locks. It had been cathartic at the time, and he could still feel the ghost of your fingers over his face, over his head.

It was a fleeting thought, a flash of a life he had forgotten he had lived. Twelve years is an awfully long time, to not see someone.

He wondered how you had dealt with all of it. With the losses, with the absence of everyone you loved. He could feel regret worm its way into his heart. He had left you alone. You were each other's remaining friends. There was no longer anyone else, Lily and James, Marlene, and Dorcas were all dead. He presumed Mary was dead as well. Frank and Alice weren’t there anymore, not mentally.

He knew you took care of them. At St Mungo’s. He caught a glimpse of you once as you came into their room. Remus had just gone to visit, talk to them, and bring them flowers. Even if they didn’t seem to recognize him, Alice was entranced by the Lillies he brought. He felt content enough about it as he walked away, but then you walked into the room after. He knew you hadn't seen him, but he peeked in to observe you. With your nice smile and your caring gaze, you checked up on them, made sure they had been fed, ran through a small (although futile) therapeutic exercise with them, and put on a charm so the flowers wouldn’t wilt, so they make you happy for a long time Alice. Remus hated the pang of pain in his heart. He always knew you would become a good healer. He didn’t want to disrupt your life. You seemed well-adjusted. Or at least he hoped you were, but that was just the outside, and the outside doesn’t always reflect the inside.

Remus knew this especially well.  

-

This arrangement between you was barely touched on. Remus had come in only once in the two months that had passed for a small scrape on his neck. It made your fingers itch in anticipation. It was like you needed to feel needed. You knew he wasn't having the best time. He looked pale and ill and you fought the urge to drop something off at his door. 

"Severus I need to know if you're giving him Wolfsbane" You disliked dealing with Severus Snape. You didn't trust him. Not since the incident with Lily in fifth year. And rightfully so. Regardless of the headmaster's unwavering faith in him, you were convinced he was going to screw with Remus and his job. Whether payback for things in the past or simple jealousy. 

"I don't see how that's any of your business," He sneered at you as he turned away, walking down the dark empty halls of the dungeon's hallways. 

"I'm his nurse-"

"He won't even let you treat him, and if you knew what was good for you," he crossed his arms. You felt as useless as when he and Lily had started arguing in fourth year. "You'd forget about him, its pathetic-" 

You knew it was pointless to speak to the man. You often pondered if he saw glimpses of Lily in you just as you saw them in him.

You huffed as the two of you walked your separate ways. You felt sixteen again. Mindlessly, you walked to the defense against the dark arts tower. It wasn't a section of the castle you found yourself in often or at all anymore, your days as a student had long passed. You focused on the stone stairs. You felt like your hands were clammy and freezing at the same time. You didn't know if you were overstepping a boundary. 

Classes had finished for the day, the kids ran around the castle, some greeting you some not. You didn't mind. You knocked softly at his office door with your knuckles. You suddenly felt insecure about your red robes and white apron, it was nearly identical to Poppy Pomfrey's. She said something about yours having a younger silhouette. Whatever the hell that meant. 

"Come in," Remus's voice called out through the door. You turned the door knob hesitantly. You couldn't help but stare at the artifacts and books thrown and placed about. "Ah, welcome"

"I'm sorry for the intrusion," you still didn't dare say his name, it was stuck in your throat like a bubble of water and air that forms when you drink too fast. You felt like you might choke. "I just needed to know if you were taking a certain potion-"

Remus nodded, an understanding smile playing on his lips. 

"I am,"

"Okay good," you trailed off as you finally looked at him straight on. His hands had stopped their task, ink-dipped feather placed back on his desk as he also stared at you. You fiddled with your fingers behind your back. "I'm sorry, Severus wouldn't answer my question and I needed to know so as to not give you anything that might react poorly-"

"It's alright," Remus bit his lip slightly, you could tell he was bouncing his leg from under his desk.

"I'll take my leave then" you turned away from him. 

"Y/N" you stopped at the door, the cold metal handle cooling your hand. "D'you want some tea?"

You couldn't say no. Not to him. So you turned back and nodded. 

Remus smiled softly, seemingly relieved. 

-

Your tea time with Remus had been filled with content silence. Neither of you felt the urge to speak, it was a comfortable stillness as you sat side by side looking out his window. You didn't feel the need to express anything or address the twelve years that you were absent from each other's lives.

This felt enough for now. 

As the sun set you left, with a thank you and a small smile. He mirrored it. You felt like a bit of weight had been lifted and you spent the rest of the night with a small smile on your face. 

The next few weeks went along about the same, healer duties with the bonus of Remus passing by the hospital wing later on and having tea silently or you seeking him out in his office. You were afraid to talk, like you'd ruin it if you did. You felt as if your desperation to erase the last twelve years of silence and solitude might consume you.

But the full moon came around again and you desperately hoped Remus would come in the morning. For you to fuss over him, to make sure he was properly fed, to give him whatever sweets he wanted. You wanted to kiss the scars on his face as you once did, to run your fingers through his hair as you reassured him that it was over, that he was okay. Even if he kept his consciousness thanks to the potion, transformations were rough on him. You hadn't been able to even close your eyes.

You heard a knock on your door. You briefly glanced at the clock on your desk, 5:30 AM. Remus was out of it. And probably outside your door. You scrambled from your bed, closing the distance between you and the door, and cracked it open. Sure enough, the brown-haired man stood there, with his greenish-pale face and clammy skin.

"I'm sorry-"

"Remus please-" You dragged him inside, quickly directing him towards your bed. You made sure he laid down while you assessed him for any accidental injuries. As you got to work Remus watched you, the way you muttered to yourself as you read the labels to potions and serums to try and help him. Your dark blue silk gown flowed down your body, reaching right over your knee. It reminded him of a river at night. The lighter blue robe loosely tied around you pooled around ur feet as u crouched next to your medicine box. 

“Here drink this, it should make you feel better,” you say next to him, one leg tucked under your thigh, the other hanging from the side of the bed. You brought the small vial up to his lips, one hand under his head to try to bring him up. The green liquid tasted slightly bitter but he drank the whole vial without reproach. 

Remus sighed as he felt his body warm. You got up again, opening and closing cabinets, muttering to yourself again. You found a chocolate bar and a cloth with a sigh and walked briskly back to his side. Remus felt sadness bubble up from deep within. He thought of you all alone for so many years, he watched your face as you dabbed a warm damp cloth around his face. He hadn’t noticed before, how you didn’t look all that older. Tired, yes, beautiful, always. Last time he had seen you, the two of you were freshly 21 and you felt like you would eat the world raw. Now you were 33. Most people your age haven’t seen half of what you had. You had a frown on your face, and your eyes reflected a deep sorrow. 

You were so young. Remus thought of your time apart. He couldn't rationalize that he had lived so long without you.

You were both still so young.

”I’m sorry,” Remus couldn’t help saying it

”You don’t have to apologize for anything Rem,” your voice was barely above a whisper, you conjured some water in the glass on your bedside table. You went to help him drink from it and he grabbed it from your hand, sitting up.

“I do though,” his eyebrows stitched together in worry, he placed the cup back in its original spot. He couldn’t help but look away “I left-“

Your hands dropped onto your lap, you felt like your heart was falling out of your chest.

”You didn’t owe me anything, we just drifted-“

”Love you know that’s not true,” your head spun at the nickname, you hadn’t heard it come out of his mouth in so long. Old habits die hard. “I left you alone and we’re all the other has left.”

He shook his head and felt his eyes fill with tears. You could feel the tears start falling from yours as well.

”It’s my fault I should’ve tried harder-“ Remus laughed in indignation.

”Y/N it is not your fault,” as you tried to talk, to somehow convince him and yourself that your distance had been your doing, that you had been the one to cut him off, the one to leave, he grabbed your hand. “I was the one that stopped answering calls and the door, I moved away, I’m the one that did everything in my power to not think about what had happened and that included leaving you-"

Remus couldn't help but think the worst of himself, as he saw the tears stain your cheeks and your nose redden. You were full-on crying now, clutching his hand like he would vanish into thin air. Remus Lupin was someone who left. He knew this, he always had been, as a kid he ran from his problems. From his lycanthropy, from his mother's illness in his teenage years, from his father's sadness. He ran then, spending holidays at Hogwarts where he could pretend that the only thing that plagued him was the full moon, moving in with Sirius and Peter right after graduation. Being the first one out of the door after they had to go their separate ways for safety.

He was still a man that left. He left you as the both of you stood alone in the ruins of the family you had all built. He ran as far as he could. 

Remus Lupin was someone who left. And he feared that the look on your face now would forever make his heart bleed. Because how could he have let himself leave you?

But you didn't see that, and if you did you didn't hold it against him. Your tear-ridden eyes shone when you looked at him. He felt like he might suffocate under your gaze. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you, for all the years he didn't, for all the times he almost did. Remus Lupin wanted to kiss you more than anything else in the world. 

That could wait, he had already waited a lifetime anyway.

He pulled your arm until your body collided with his chest, heart to heart. His hand pressed your head close to him, your hands gripping his soft sweater until your knuckles turned white. He buried his face in your hair as you both cried, sobs trembling through both your chests. Your knees on the bed as your top half lay on top of him. You didn't care, the only thing you could think about was how he was here now, how he held you, and the way his hand rubbed up and down your back. 

"Please never leave Remus," the words managed to escape you between sobs, and he could hardly manage to croak out a never again.

And he never would. Remus vowed to himself, at this moment with you in his arms, he'd never let go again.

He'd never leave.

-

It had become a habit for the two of you, to seek each other's comfort. You'd wonder what it felt like to kiss him. Although you were close now, there seemed to be a line neither of you would cross. Wary of the other's reaction. You figured that maybe after so many years any romantic interest in you had dissipated. 

So the habit persisted, he'd come beaten and battered after a full moon, Severus's potion-making is quite unreliable, isn't it? You figured he did it on purpose. And you'd patch the brown-haired man, only then would he pull you into his arms. Remus was soft and pliable, the exhaustion of the transformation made him melt into your body and your bed. He more often than not dragged himself to your room, even when the full moon was far, even when he felt good. He would make his way to your room, and you'd always greet him with your arms wide open and ready to press your bodies together until you fell asleep. He'd usually be gone by morning.

It was December now,  and the cold made his joints feel brittle and ache. 

He had gone directly to your room after dinner, he couldn't help but watch you as you got ready for bed. He stripped down from his robes until he was only in a loose white tee and a pair of joggers he had permanently left in your room. The aches that resonated through him often made you forget that Remus Lupin was still a young man. You were only 33. The remainders of youth highlighted the shape of his body as he threw himself on your bed. The white tee shifted upwards with his arms revealing slivers of his torso. You couldn't help but look through your mirror as you brushed your hair. 

Your dynamic had become somewhat domestic, he'd watch you get ready and pull you into his arms to sleep together. You felt like a silly teenager, playing house. Like this was the life you were supposed to live, the soft music pouring from the record player, a soft song you heard many years ago. The type of song that makes nostalgia and melancholy settle in your heart. This was it, the life you were supposed to live was the way Remus crossed the room and pulled you by the hand. The way his arm pulled you close and you slow danced, laughing at the way you tumbled around. You deserved a soft life, one with chocolate frogs and slow rhythms. A life with laughter and joy, of feeling unjudged, of feeling safe and warm. 

A life full of love.

And as Remus spun you around and laughter poured from both your lips you couldn't help but feel your heart swell. It felt like a warm flower bloomed in your chest as you looked at his smiling face. He slowed your spinning around the room as the song came to a close but you remained in his arms, you could feel the tip of his fingers tug slightly at a lock of your hair. You couldn't help but smile up at him between giggles. 

"Can I kiss you?" his words were merely a whisper, like a ghost of desire. And you couldn't help but smile even wider, pulling his neck down to press your lips against his soft ones. He tasted of spearmint and chocolate, and you couldn't help but break into a smile, lips still pressed onto his. He leaned back, holding your face between his large hands. Laughter bubbled from his lips as he leaned in for a second kiss, head spinning, his lips soft but firm. He dragged his lips to your cheeks, pressing pecks on the apples of your cheeks, on your jaw, on your neck. Laughter bounced between the two of you.

Fifteen years of desire piled up to one kiss. 

This life was the one you deserved. 

[midniqhtt]

poly!marauders

masterlist • the marauders • 03/27/25

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs

𑣲 we can’t be friends (wait for your love) I @sunnami

fortune favours the bold, so they say. but you're an awkward ravenclaw in yearning.

𑣲 you’d be the love of my life when i was young I @/sunnami

gryffindors wear their heart on their sleeve when they fall in love. slytherins keep their heart locked far away to keep it from breaking.

𑣲 like grass wants to grow, i want to run anywhere that you go I @/sunnami

a tiny butterfly flapping its wings today may lead to a devastating hurricane weeks from now.' or alternatively, it takes six lifetimes for you to find each other.

𑣲 time traveler harry part 2 I @/sunnami

how the marauders loved you in their time. featuring harry potter the time-traveller and sixth-wheel.

𑣲 watch me, don't touch me, love me, don't hurt me I @/sunnami

you are the fop of the wizarding society, known for your shallowness and careless display of wealth, but as hogwarts faces another threat, the marauders and lily, find themselves drawn to you and the secrets hidden under your facade. (harry just wants to know what is going on.)

𑣲 the 5 times you did (not) love each other and the 1 time you did I @/sunnami

𑣲 slytherin!reader I @ellecdc

𑣲 slytherin!reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 reader secret animagus I @/ellecdc

𑣲 slytherin!reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 seer!reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 the case of the missing pickles I @/ellecdc

seer!reader who can't stop Seeing them

𑣲 sad drunk reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 hates seeing her boys hurt I @/ellecdc

𑣲 things you can say in a swim lesson and also in bed part 2 I @/ellecdc

𑣲 poly! + lily I @/ellecdc

𑣲 whimsical!reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 seer!reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 battered by baggage I @/ellecdc

𑣲 transfer student!reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 hufflepuff!quidditch reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 fiesty!reader I @/ellecdc

𑣲 not pranking them right now I @/ellecdc

𑣲 james’ love and the adventures of padvix I @/ellecdc 

𑣲 groveling under an old oak tree I @/ellecdc

𑣲 pre-relationship I @moonstruckme

𑣲 emt!marauders part 2 I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 emt!marauders I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 first night I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 moving into shared flat I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 emt!marauders I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 pet names I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 emt!marauders I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 emt!marauders I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 emt!marauders I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 emt!marauders I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 roommate!marauders I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 whimsical!reader I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 who’s that girl I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 slytherin!reader pt 2 I @kquil

𑣲 never have i ever kissed you I @oxyvouge

𑣲 emergency contact I @cosmal

james gets called when you faint at work. and then sirius. then remus. you feel awful

𑣲 secret admirer I @writtenbymoonflower

𑣲 quidditch!reader I @/writtenbymoonflower

𑣲 roommate!marauders I @/writtenbymoonflower

𑣲 seekers get stitches I @ynscrazylife

𑣲 snogging on the couch I @strawb3rrystar

𑣲 first I @brokenmenswhore

𑣲 drunk!marauders I @luveline

𑣲 good morning I @mischievousmoony

your boys all have their own way of kissing you goodbye in the morning

𑣲 james has a crush...or four I @/mischievousmoony

james is the sun, the center of the universe, of course when you realize how brightly he shines you can't help but fight over him. it comes unexpectedly, the way it brings you all together

𑣲 costume shopping I @/mischievousmoony

you go costume shopping with your boys

𑣲 mini me I @calliopesdiary

your little sister captures the hearts of your boyfriends, you may even say she has a little crush on james.

𑣲 runaway pets I @soapyblubbles

𑣲 self-sabotage I @marauroon

the marauders had thrown their hearts at you like it was effortless. and you just couldn’t return the gesture

𑣲 taste I @pretty-little-mind33

You introduce yourself to the bookstore next door

𑣲 flowers I @iamgonnagetyouback

When you bring your boyfriends flowers out of the blue, they panic.

𑣲 1 boyfriend - 3 perverts part 2 I @rainydayathogwarts

Your bf loves giving you head... especially when he's high, and doesn't mind having friends around.

𑣲 good boy, pads part 2 I @unconventional-lawnchair

Walking home alone is always scary. Not so bad with an attack dog.

[hirayalore]

( 01. ) IN THE WAKE OF US.

when the passing of james and lily turns your world upside down, sirius is determined to face it with you, taking it upon himself to be the person that you need now that your older brother is no longer here.

amidst balancing shared grief, unexpected responsibilities, and a blooming familial dynamic with him and harry—you suddenly find yourself forging an unexplainable deeper bond with sirius that you’re not sure what to make out of, especially when other... odd emotions get involved that can’t be easily ignored.

pairing: sirius black x potter!reader

word count: 2.1k

rating: 18+

content: angst, fluff, nsfw | muggle au, modern au, brother’s best friend trope, forced proximity trope, childhood sweethearts trope (if you squint lmao), slow burn!!!! | ft. forensic scientist!sirius, artist!reader; philosophy professor!remus

warning/s: james and lily death (car crash, not detailed), grief, swearing, mature themes

[ chapter index. ]

CHAPTER ONE: YOU

The only thing grounding you at this moment is Sirius’ touch, his palms pressed on your knees as he’s crouched down in front of you. You’re sitting on the bench provided in the hospital hallways, still spiralling, still convincing yourself that maybe if you pinch your skin hard enough, you’ll jolt awake and all of this will be over.

“____,” he says your name, the sound of his voice enough to coax you to flutter your eyes open, meeting his gaze that is uncharacteristically soft.

You blink. 

It’s funny, the more you think of it. The first person you never thought you’d call in an instance like this is Sirius. Mostly because… well, he’s Sirius. He’s the more annoying version of your brother, the bad influence, the one who only had to smirk and you’d automatically know that he’s trouble.

But perhaps if there’s also something you know about Sirius, it’s that his bond with James is something else. The two of them have always been more like brothers than friends, this unexplainable connection they had so seamless and natural that being part of Sirius’ life and him to yours was eventually easy too. 

You feel his thumb gently rub against the material of your pants.

“Hm?” you weakly ask, dazed and exhausted.

“We have to contact Lily’s family,” he says. “I’m not sure if you have her sister’s number but—”

“I have it,” you say, sighing and rubbing your face with your palms. “I mean, I think I do. I used the number to contact Petunia before when I was helping out with Lily's bachelorette party, but she never responded.”

“Well, it’s still better to try.”

“Yeah, of course.” You take your phone out and go to your contacts, scrolling, but as you do, Sirius grabs the device from your fingers and moves to take the vacant spot beside you.

“I’ll handle it,” he explains, taking his own phone out and transferring the number to his.

You nod and go back to staring at the floor, no energy to argue when you can’t even think straight.

It’s a good thing that a pediatric nurse took Harry in the meantime as you gather your thoughts. She probably saw how messed up you were earlier when you were crying in Sirius’ arms, or maybe it was protocol for situations like these, when family members with children didn’t have the emotional capacity to look after them that they just volunteer to do the job for a few hours. You’re not sure. You’re just grateful that you don’t have to balance being a caring aunt and a mourning sister amidst everything at the moment.

“You want me to call Moony?” You hear Sirius speak again, your phone being handed back to you.

You swallow hard. More people being told about what happened would make it more real. Still, you nod. “Okay.”

“Alright.” He does a motion of standing up, though halts halfway, his bottom falling back on the seat as he touches your knee again.

You look at him. You see the cracks of pain in his eyes that he’s somehow doing a far better job with holding it together unlike you are. “Don’t,” you mumble and he raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t start saying sorry like the shit people do when they discover someone from your family died.”

A halfhearted snort escapes him. “That wasn’t what I was  going to do.”

“No?”

“No.” He shakes his head, a few strands of his dark hair falling from where it’s tucked behind his ear.

You take a slow breath. “Then why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like a guy who’s concerned about you?” He points out. “I’m just making sure you’re alright, ____,” he says, his features softening up in a manner that appears so unusual, “which I know sounds stupid because it’s obvious that you’re not. Nobody in the right mind would be.”

Your eyes begin to water again, the reminder of why you’re in this horrible state filling up your head.

At the sight, Sirius curses under his breath, wordlessly bringing a hand on the back of your head to bring you closer, holding you as you pathetically find yourself crying for the hundredth time. “Look,” he begins, speaking against your hair, “you have me, okay? We’ll figure it out together.”

“How?”

“I don’t know. There’s no bloody manuals with these things, is there?”

“There should be. Something titled Grief for Dummies—or How to Survive When Every Family You Have Is Dead.”

“Stop that.” He hisses.

But it’s true, you want to say, with the exception of Harry, of course. Other than your nephew? No one is here anymore. Your mother died giving birth to you, your father died a few years shortly after, and now James is gone too. You’re having a hard time grasping how you’re supposed to live your life moving forward.

“I’m scared, Sirius,” you murmur, not knowing why you’re on the roll with the vulnerability tonight, but you can’t seem to stop yourself. “I wish… I wish this was just easier. That it didn’t have to happen. Or it was me who was—”

”Hey,” he interjects, pulling away and placing a warm hand on your cheek. It smells faintly of cigarettes, and if it wasn’t for the fact that your body seeks for comfort right now, you would have shoved it away. “I mean it. Stop it. I won’t tolerate this kind of shit talk.”

“Or what?” you deadpan. “At this point, what’s the worst thing that could happen?”

His lips press in a thin line. And then he brings you under his chin rubbing a thumb on your arm and letting you breathe in and out.

You don’t know how long the two of you sit there, but time has been moving far too slowly since James and Lily’s death. Eventually, you find yourself being led to the pediatric observation room of the hospital where Harry is, Sirius’ steady arm on your shoulders, like he’s afraid you’d collapse on the ground if he doesn’t hold you tight enough—which to be fair, you would agree with.

“Alright, here’s what we’re going to do,” he says just as you’re about to approach the doors leading to where your nephew is, “I’ll handle James and Lily’s funeral arrangements. I’ll be in charge of calling any relatives or friends that may want to know about their passing too.”

You open your mouth to speak but he shakes his head, continuing on.

“If you’re worried about the expenses, I have it handled. We can talk about the cost after everything is done if you want to split it—or not. You don’t have to pay it back, I don’t really care. I just want you to know that you don’t have to think about that right now, ___.”

You frown. It seems too much to let Sirius handle like that when technically it shouldn’t be his responsibility. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course.” 

“Okay, but—” you sigh, combing your fingers along your hair— “if you’re short on money or whatever—I’m not sure how much it’s supposed to cost—just tell me, okay? Maybe they have life insurance that we can—” You feel like rambling again and it’s Sirius’ hands on your shoulders that grounds you back on your feet.

“Hey,” he says and when you look up, there’s a hint of that familiar mischievousness in his eyes, “do you really think I would run short on money?”

You scoff out a halfhearted laugh, the first of the evening. “Show off.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know who you are.”

“That’s not—” He chuckles, rolling his eyes, while the ends of your mouth twitch. “Anyway, we’re clear on that, okay? I handle the funeral arrangements.”

You nod. “And what about me? What am I supposed to do?”

“Start finding a lawyer. For legal custody over Harry.”

Your head begins to pound at the reminder of another thing you have to stress over. “Yeah, fuck. I thought those things were automatic.”

“I can give Regulus a call. He might know someone.”

You can’t help but gape at him. “Since when did you become all chummy again with Regulus?”

“Since Walburga died.” He shrugs, mentioning the name of his mother without any hint of sadness or regret. “Turns out having both of our parents dead would make it easier to be brothers.”

Your mind flashes back to four years ago when Walburga died. You discovered it through James who broke the news like he was only informing you that your favorite cereal was out of stock at the market. And you can’t blame him for the showcase of indifference, not when to his eyes and yours, the rest of the Black family are not exactly the type of people you’d mourn about.

You knew that from the moment Sirius, at the age of 16, arrived at the doorstep of your household, announcing that he ran away from home and that he could no longer live in the same space as his horrid parents.

Still, you sent a text to Sirius when you heard about his mother’s passing, and he replied with a remark about finally being a freeman that you snorted to when you read it.

“So, you want me to call Reg?” he asks, and the nickname throws you off a bit.

You take a long inhale. “You’ve already been doing so much for the last five hours.”

“And?”

“And I think I can handle finding a lawyer on my own.”

“You think?” His piercing gray eyes analyze you like he has you memorized inside and out. “You might be forgetting, but my family has a law firm. One that Reg is co-managing right now.”

“Stop flexing how rich you are, Sirius,” you say as a joke.

He smirks. “It’s not a flex, it’s a fact.”

“Shut up.”

The smirk widens. “That settles it then. I’ll call Reg too, and I’ll forward you the number when he refers me to a competent family lawyer.”

“You don’t have to—” You stop talking when he raises a brow. “I just—it’s too much. You’ve already been doing so much,” you reiterate.

“____,” he says your name in a gentle tone, a tone that doesn’t match the ruggedness of his exterior, “let me do it. I’m not only doing this for you and Harry. I’m doing it for James.”

Your throat tightens and there’s a pressure building between your eyes.

“He wouldn’t want me to let his kid sister do this on her own,” he adds.

You huff, staring upwards and blinking to prevent any tears from spilling once again. “I’m not a kid.”

“I’m well-aware.”

With that, the conversation leads to you giving him the greenlight to talk to Regulus about finding a capable family lawyer, and Sirius gives you a tired smile before heading to the parking lot to make his calls and probably to have a smoke too, judging from how he’s already placing a stick between his teeth as he stalks off.

That leaves you to enter the pediatric observation room where Harry is bundled in, sleeping and completely unaware that it’s just you who he has now. You talk to the nurse and thank her, saying she can take a break and that you’ll call her again when you need her, and she nods and offers a warm smile.

Once the door closes, you look at Harry, caressing his head as a shaky breath escapes you.

He coos, opening his green eyes for a millisecond and then reaching out, causing you to go ahead and present an index finger to have his little hand fist around it.

At that, your heart melts and your eyes begin to get glassy once more. Suddenly you find all the motivation you need to keep going, to push back any selfish and negative thoughts you had earlier about not knowing what to live for now that James is gone.

Your mind brings you back to when your father died and James was perhaps in the same position you are at this moment, clueless at the age of 20 on how he’s supposed to take care of himself and his younger sister without the guidance of anyone but Google or Reddit. Even though he and Lily were already together, and that her presence gave him all the comfort and strength to be strong, you understand now how it must have taken all his courage to step up and never let you see even an ounce of devastation in his state.

“Guess you’re stuck with me, buddy,” you murmur.

Harry’s hand tightens.

You try to hold it in, but a sob escapes, shaky and quiet. You wipe them away with your free hand hastily, promising that as soon as you wake up tomorrow, you’re going to get your shit together and be the best person your nephew will have by his side.

Just like James was.

You’ll spend the rest of your life making sure of it.

note. see the parallel???? SJDSHDJS just dropping by to say that i’m so excited for this series but also want to apologize if updates go really slow sometimes!! unfortunately my day job also requires a lot of writing so please forgive me if i do not have the brain cells to write for this one <3

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[maxdibert]

hi! i saw in one of your posts you wrote about how Sirius Black had no reason to bully Snape and i thought about it…..i mean doesn't his hatred seem too personal? we have Lupin who has no contact with Snape after book 3 but Sirius goes crazy when Snape is around and they are alone so he can attack him (kitchen scene in book 5). and he knows so much about him: who he hung out with at school, his relationship with Lucius; at the same time he doesn't know about the mark, about how Severus was the one who brought the prophecy to voldemort that led to Lily and James death. and yes he is stuck at age 21 but even then they graduated school and as he says they never heard of Snape in those years. It seems a bit odd: don't bullies usually try to downplay their role in what they did to the victim, or even try to make it look like nothing happened? And he and Remus try to do that with Harry, but at the same time he seems incredibly proud and pleased with himself when he talks about the prank. One moment confused me when I was reading book 3: when Sirius has Peter at gunpoint with his wand, he is extremely focused on him. He doesn't take his eyes off him, because it was for this moment, the act of revenge, that he escaped from prison. As far as I remember, Harry describes it as "nothing could distract him at that moment" or something like that. But as soon as Remus even mentions Snape, Sirius' attention suddenly switches: he turns away from Peter and asks about him again. Or when he watches Snape during the OWL exams??? Especially when Rowling describes his reaction after the exam, when he sees him under the tree, as the reaction of a dog to a rabbit. He seems so obsessed and like something happened between them that really got to him. Or he's just as intolerant of half-bloods as his family. I completely agree with you that Sirius bullied Snape simply because James did it and he found it funny. But his hatred seems excessive, he has no reason to hate Snape so much. James has his excuse about Lily, but Sirius has none of that. But he still tries to kill him and it doesn't really matter hides, lol. I've read an opinion that he hates him because of his unrequited feelings for James, where Severus is the reason James even noticed Lily, which I don't really agree with, to be honest. Sorry, it got too long, ahaha. What I want to ask is: do you have any thoughts on this?

Well, the explanation for his relationships at school is quite simple because Sirius doesn’t leave home until he’s 16. Considering that his brother goes to Slytherin and that Narcissa is his cousin, it’s not strange to deduce that Snape’s name, along with other Slytherin students, probably came up at some family dinner/lunch/meeting. Like, talking about who in Regulus and Sirius’ year might have ‘potential,’ for example. It seems coherent to me that, considering Sirius’ environment until he leaves to live with the Potters, he’d be aware of certain things.

Leaving that aside, let’s talk about Sirius Black, because I think in recent years the Marauders fandom has ruined this character, and he’s actually a character with a lot of depth. Or at least more than many others in the saga.

(This is gonna ne so fucking long lol)

Sirius is a posh kid. He’s a posh kid who is embarrassed about being posh and feels guilty about it. He’s the typical rich kid from a conservative family who’s had issues with his mom (in this case) and his way of getting back at everything he felt was missing from his childhood is to vehemently oppose everything he thinks she represents. And the funniest part is that (as is often the case) his problem with his mom is that they both have a terrible character, which is why they clash. Because Sirius has the kind of terrible character that is incompatible with anyone else who has the same terrible character. But despite everything, he’s still a posh kid. Because he comes from an aristocratic family and was raised with those values of superiority. Because he’s never had to fend for himself (he leaves home but goes to another rich family, the Potters, and on top of that, his uncle Alphard leaves him his entire inheritance, so he has plenty of money) and he has always enjoyed the privilege of his surname, his blood status, and the fact that he’s (according to Rowling) super handsome. In other words, Sirius belongs to the ruling class and behaves with the same arrogance, entitlement, and lack of empathy that is typical of that class. No matter how much he tries to deny it and distance himself from it, he can only do so on a superficial level (Muggle posters, being a Gryffindor, enchanting a Muggle motorcycle) because when it comes down to it, he has no idea how to deconstruct himself, nor is he interested in giving up or losing his privileges, because he’s quite comfortable with them. He’s like the typical aristocratic kid from an Opus Dei family who thinks he’s better than everyone around him because he votes for the left and has been to four protests, but at the end of the day, he still lives a bourgeois life and doesn’t understand the root of social problems.

That said, let’s move on to James.

I think James was everything Sirius wanted to be. No, not be, I think James had everything Sirius wanted to have: loving parents, a family that wasn’t involved in a cult, a pleasant environment that allowed him to do whatever he wanted instead of being constrained by traditions and social norms, liberal and progressive ideals�� James had the life Sirius had always wanted, but with one key detail: he was also rich and from an old, prestigious family. This is super important because when Sirius chooses his rebellion partner, he doesn’t pick some random Muggle-born, or a half-blood, or someone from the middle or lower class. Sirius chooses as his best friend someone who embodies everything he wants to be/have, but who at the same time belongs to his same social stratum, both economically and in blood status. Sirius chooses a future Gryffindor rebel with very different ideas from his family, but ironically he chooses like anyone from his family would: someone with money, status, and power. And I find this super amusing because it’s so coherent with his character. I mean, if Sirius were a real person, he would’ve done the same thing because guys like him are like that: the kings of cognitive dissonance and double standards.

Sirius always wanted James’ validation, or at least that’s how I see it. I think for him, feeling that James approved of what he did was a way to legitimize himself as someone different from his family. James represented the “progressive” social elite that Sirius aspired to by rejecting the traditional values imposed on him. So, unconsciously, he understood that if he did everything James wanted, and I’ll go further, everything he thought James would like, then he would distance himself from that Black image and gain validation as something entirely opposite. The problem is that Sirius, unlike James, was raised in an environment where ethical and moral values were very different, and where it was clearly established that certain people were “the other,” an “other” sociologically understood as the idea that some humans are inherently less than others. And although Sirius consciously rejected this idea, unconsciously he had been raised with it. Therefore, consciously, he didn’t reject people based on their blood status because he could identify that as something his family would do, and family = bad. But unconsciously, he was conditioned to see other people as non-people, and this is where Severus comes into play.

James dislikes Severus because he sees him as an obstacle/threat/nuisance in his crush on Lily. By default, and because of that constant need for validation from James, Sirius also focuses on him as a hostile element. And if he’s hostile to James, who in a way is his moral compass, then that guy must be trash because, of course, it’s obvious. But not only that, this guy is also a half-blood and poor, so poor he wears old clothes. And on top of that, he’s ugly. And not very masculine. So he has all the elements for Sirius, the aristocrat raised in luxury under the premise that he’s better than others because of his origins, to see him as “the other” and exercise all his power and privilege to oppress him without remorse, because for him, it’s justified. Justified unconsciously by the education he received, and consciously because if James hates him, there must be a good reason to hate him, so everything is justified. If we add to that the fact that Severus desires everything Sirius has always tried to reject: more social status, more recognition, power, belonging to Slytherin, rubbing shoulders with important wizards, forgetting the Muggle world he grew up in… well, we have a molotov cocktail for him to make Severus’ life unbearable. And Severus is an easy target for someone like school-age Sirius Black: he has no friends, no surname, no parents to protect him, and no stable socio-economic situation. Sirius can project all his frustrations onto him without any consequences. He can completely dehumanize him and stop seeing him as a person. He can behave like a Black.

I think the Prank is a good example to see the difference in upbringing between Sirius and James. Both are bullies, both are abusers, both have zero remorse when it comes to using their status and power to make life impossible for those they believe deserve it. But James was raised in an environment where he knows that actions have consequences, that you can’t cross “certain lines,” such as murder, for example. Sirius was taught the opposite—he was raised to think that the life of “the other” holds no value, and that is something that in his story with Severus goes too far. James understands that death is something serious and can bring terrible consequences, while Sirius does not. For the Black family, death is nothing if there is a reason for the person to die, and Sirius has his own reasons for playing with Severus’ life the way Bellatrix would play with the life of any Muggle-born.

(This is something I really like as well—the way Sirius and Bellatrix are fundamentally alike, and how little that’s discussed. But I’ll leave that for another time, otherwise I won’t finish.)

I don’t think it’s a matter of Sirius being obsessed with Snape, but rather that, for all the reasons I’ve explained, he uses Severus as a catalyst for his repressed anger and that sadism he inherited from his family. He can’t channel it toward anyone else because that would lead to absolute rejection from James. Since James hates and despises Severus, he’s never going to question Sirius for channeling all his pent-up rage on him, so it’s a free pass. If he had reached that level of sadism with someone who didn’t provoke the same level of animosity in James as Severus did, he would have risked confronting his biggest fear: that James would see him as a Black, not as Sirius. Losing his validation as the black sheep to become just another one of them. So he focuses on Severus because it’s a safe bet.

Moving on to their relationship during the book canon…

We don’t really see a proper confrontation until the fifth book. I mean, in the third, it shows that Sirius still sees Severus as “other” by dragging him along while unconsciously banging his head. In the fourth, there’s that scene where Dumbledore forces them to shake hands, and it’s clear they still hate each other. But it’s not until the fifth book that we get a real confrontation, where Sirius loses his temper. I think this has a lot to do with (drumroll) once again that cognitive dissonance between what Sirius always wanted to be and what he actually is, especially given the role he plays on the chessboard at that point in the story.

Sirius did everything he could to distance himself from his family, and the climax of that was joining the Order of the Phoenix and actively fighting against that same family, several members of whom were “soldiers” for the opposite side. Sirius is finally achieving what he wants—to be a hero. To stop being part of the elite dark villains and instead be part of the heroic elite. The noble of high birth who fights valiantly for the good of the realm, just as James was destined to be. It’s the climax, the absolute fulfillment of his adolescent desire. But then he’s thrown into Azkaban, and when he gets out, he finds that the poor, weird kid addicted to dark arts, who sucked up to future dark wizards, who hung out with purists and even joined the “bad side”—the side of Sirius’ family, the villains—is now the most important member of the Order. He’s none other than Dumbledore’s right hand. He’s a double agent risking his neck every day and has more responsibility than anyone else. That kid Sirius called Snivellus for being a crybaby has more guts and more endurance than most people. The one who always wanted to be part of the elite Sirius hated is now the one playing them all, making them look like idiots. The one who looked frail and effeminate turns out to be more “manly.” And that hurts. That hurts a lot. You go to prison, and when you get out, the person you didn’t even consider a person not only ranks above you, but is playing in a league you can’t aspire to. And the best part is, Sirius can’t fully accept it because he’s still Sirius—a classist, privileged aristocrat incapable of accepting that (as is only logical) the poor working-class kid turned out to be far more useful than him in both politics and war.

To me, it’s poetic justice.

[seaandstormstar]

Why cant I find a fic of Sirius and Harry without Remus involved where he's always shown to be the better and more responsible parent? He was never a father figure to Harry, hell he was 'Lupin' throughout the books and he never reached out or maintained contact, he did not want to be any sort of father figure so why do people insist on him being one? Forget about being better he was barely even present while Sirius dedicated himself entirely to his godson

[kandradragon]

Truth may seem but cannot be

@wolfstarmicrofic Mars 12 - Wrap

Remus usually spends the day after a full moon wrapped in a blanket, with a huge steaming cup of hot chocolate and a book. It’s the only luxury he treats himself to these days, as he otherwise spends most of his time trying to find a job that won’t kick him out after a month or two, when they inevitably realize what he is. 

The owl finds him just like that on a sunny morning in early august, knocking incessantly at the window until he reluctantly unwraps himself from the blanket and goes to let it in. The red wax seal is familiar, even though it’s been 16 years since he last saw it. He smiles fondly and feels his throat tighten as he opens the letter and reads:

Dear R. J. Lupin.

I hope you have given our previous conversation earnest consideration. Trust that your concerns have been thoroughly considered and discussed among the faculty and that we all would welcome you here with open arms. As I mentioned, Severus has agreed to brew the Wolfsbane potion for you every month to ease the transformations, and has also graciously offered to take care of your classes during your absences. 

There is no one I’d rather see at the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher come September. 

Send your answer with the owl, her name is Cwtch and she loves beak scratches. 

Yours sincerely,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

P.S Minerva wanted me to emphasize that teachers are not to encourage the student’s pranks and mischief – however impressive their spellwork might be. On the bright side, you will find that you are now permitted to walk around the castle freely at night at last. You’ll be proud to hear that young Harry has… taken up his fathers mantle in that particular hobby. 

A tear lands on the parchment and blots the ink. Harry. He hasn’t seen Harry in almost twelve years. When he last saw him he was zooming around on a toy broomstick that was given to him by the man who had sworn to protect him if anything ever happened to his parents. Instead that man had made sure his parents were dead, and little Harry was sent to live with Lily’s awful sister and her husband. Remus had met them once, the experience had been anything but pleasant. Though they had agreed to take Harry on… Lily always said that her sister cared for her, deep down. But the one who should've cared for was his godfather. If things were different. If he hadn’t been the one who betrayed them.

Twelve years. Twelve long years to grieve, rage and question. In the beginning Remus had wanted to visit him in Azkaban. To get answers. To scream and curse at him. To hold him tight and pretend that none of it was real. He was told it wasn’t possible. Only spouses were allowed visitation. He might’ve been able to persuade Dumbledore to get him in anyway, but he never did. Perhaps that was cowardly of him, but by the time he could actually function enough to interact with the world again it felt like the time for questions had passed, and he just wanted to move on and build a new life for himself.

Dumbledore had contacted him a couple of days ago, asking him if he was interested in teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, since the previous teacher had ended up at St. Mungus due to severe memory loss. He had told Dumbledore he needed time to consider the offer, but in truth he’d made up his mind as soon as he was asked the question. Of course he would come back to Hogwarts. He had already started to make lesson plans and refreshed a few spells that would come in handy. 

Wiping his tears Remus scribbles down his answer on the backside of the letter, then he gives Cwtch some well earned beak scratches before he sends her away. He wraps himself up in the blanket again, and while he finishes the hot chocolate he tries to figure out how he would go about acquiring a hinkypunk for the students to observe…

It’s early evening when he apparates into Diagon Alley. There’s one more moon before school starts and he’s running low on blood-replenishing potion. It’s not always needed, but when it is… He’s learnt the hard way that some things are always best to have on hand, just in case. Like chocolate. What will it be like, he wonders, to not have to deal with the wolf taking over during the moon? He’s heard of Wolfsbane of course, it made headlines when it was introduced, but he never thought he would be able to benefit from it himself. It’s too complicated for him to brew safely himself, and far too expensive to purchase. Imagine – being able to keep his sane mind, not being a danger to anyone, waking up without bruises, cuts and bitemarks…  Almost too good to be true. No more dreading the full moons. 

There had been a time when he didn’t dread the full moons, at least not as much. When his friends had joined him on reckless nights in the Forbidden Forest, the wolf happy and free. Prongs, Wormtail… Padfoot.

Padfoot.

Remus stops in his tracks as a sudden movement on the wall outside a shop selling used cauldrons catches his attention. He blinks, banishing the memories that must’ve played a prank on his eyes. 

But no. He’s still there, staring right at him, just as he remembers him from twelve years ago. The same picture that haunted him from every newspaper during the days after Lily and James’ murders.

Why is it here?

Without thinking he rips the picture from the wall and takes a closer look. Not at the picture, he’s way too intimately familiar with that face as it is, but at what’s written underneath. It has an official Ministry seal and is dated a few days back, and as he reads Remus feels chills running down his back.

Murderer on the loose!

Sirius Black, notorious for the coldblooded murder of  twelve muggles in 1981, has escaped Azkaban. All sightings should be directly reported to Ministry officials. Keep your doors locked and wands close. Do not approach this man. How he escaped is not yet known. The dementors are searching for him. Do not approach those either.

Escaping Azkaban is said to be impossible. It has never been done before. Of course Sirius bloody Black would manage it. With shaking hands Remus folds the poster and puts it in his pocket. He thinks of Harry. Wonders if he knows. If he’s scared. Should he be scared? Surely Sirius wouldn’t want anything to do with him. And even if he did, he’s not sure fear is the right word to describe what he’s feeling. He’s angry. Furious. But also… deep down, a part of him he’s tried to ignore for twelve years, there’s doubt. It’s an awful feeling –  James, Lily and Peter all died by his hand and Remus’ stupid teenage crush still makes him doubt the truth. 

Did Dumbledore know? When he asked him to come to Hogwarts this year, did he know?. He must have. Perhaps it was the reason. Did that mean he trusted him to make the right decision if faced with Black? Or did it mean he wanted to keep an extra eye on him, in case he turned out to be a secret accomplice? He should’ve told him. Remus, of all people, deserved to know about Black escaping Azkaban. Perhaps Dumbledore thought he already knew.

Remus slowly makes his way to the Leaky Cauldron, his hip is hurting from the transformation. He gets a bottle of Firewhisky and tries not to listen in on the conversations around him, but everyone seems to be talking about it. Sirius Black. Escaped from Azkaban. He grabs a discarded Daily Prophet before he apparates back home. 

That night, the nightmares are back. The ones that haunted him, awake and asleep, during the months after Lily and James died. Sirius, standing over their corpses laughing. Sirius blowing up the muggles. Sirius murdering Peter, brave Peter who did what Remus could not. If things had been different, if he hadn’t been away on a mission, Peter wouldn’t have had to die alone. Remus would’ve been there too. And Sirius… Sirius would’ve killed him.

Because Sirius Black chose to serve He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. 

The nightmares continue through the night, Remus waking up trembling again and again, trying to keep his breathing even. But as the first rays of sunlight peek through the curtains, his dreams shift. There’s Sirius teaching Peter to play gobstones. Sirius and James hugging after a Quidditch match. Sirius crying as Lily handed Harry over for him to hold for the very first time. Sirius kissing him in a stolen moment neither of them dared to speak of again.

A great black dog appears at his rundown cottage, and in this dream Sirius is innocent. In this dream he gets to embrace him, tell him all the things he never did, and he’s finally not alone anymore.

What wouldn’t he give for that to be true?

[also on ao3]

[lulublack90]

Prompt 30 - Calming Draught

@wolfstarmicrofic April 30, word count 611

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

It took them hours to go through everything. Dumbledore used a Quick Quotes Quill to take down everything they were saying. They’d had to take more doses of the Memory Potion to keep going. There was so much and, together, it was damning. 

Peter had been there for every single instance that particular information had been shared with the other side. 

It had been Peter who had put the thought that Remus was the spy into Sirius’s head. 

“Remus, I’m so sorry,” Sirius grabbed Remus’s hand and squeezed it. “I should never have listened to him. How did we not see that it was him all along? James is going to be devastated.” Remus squeezed his hand back. 

“He was always good at blending into the background. How many pranks did he play on us, and we hadn’t even suspected anything? He was sly when he wanted to be.” 

“At least he was not the secret keeper these last few weeks, as I assume Voldemort was planning on attacking the Potters, possibly on Halloween itself, perhaps before, but as Mr Pettigrew was unable to give him the secret, we must be grateful for that too,” Dumbledore added sadly. “Without your revealing to Remus that you were not in fact the Potter's secret keeper, you may have saved the lives of James, Lily and Harry.” Dumbledore held out two more vials of potion. 

“We’ve already been through everything,” Remus said, puzzled. 

“It is not more Memory Potion, but rather a Calming Draught. I thought you might be thankful of them when you return home,” Dumbledore explained. Remus was indeed thankful. He didn’t know how he’d cope with the revelation once they were out of the headmaster's office. 

“We need to tell James,” Sirius told Dumbledore. The headmaster leaned forward, and resting his chin on his steepled fingers, observing them both. 

“I suppose you must, but it is imperative that he not leave his house. The danger has not yet passed, and Lord Voldemort will stop at nothing to hunt them down. In fact,” His eyes flicked to Sirius. “I think it a good idea that you too go into hiding.”

“I won’t go anywhere without Remus,” Sirius said, his chin rising in defiance. 

“Mr Lupin's work with the werewolf packs is far too important to the cause,” Dumbledore said, frustratingly calmly. 

“I’m going with Sirius. The packs don’t trust me, and most want nothing to do with Voldemort. If he really wants them, he will get them. We haven’t offered them anything to make them stay on our side. They need true protection, which, let's be honest, no one wants to give them. I refuse to harass those wolves any more,” Remus put his foot down. He’d hated going to the wolf packs. Every time he tried to make contact with a new pack, he got attacked, and it took him longer and longer each time to get even a modicum of trust from them. 

“I assume you would hide with the Potters? What about the full moon, Remus? There is a baby in that house.” Remus hadn’t thought of that. 

“The woods at the back of the house are within the boundaries of the fidelius charm and all the protection charms. We can add extra wards, and he can transform in there. It’s one night every month, Dumbledore. We’ve managed before, and we’ll manage again. Now, if you want us, we’ll be at James and Lily’s. Oh, and here’s their address so you can find us,” Sirius slipped a scrap of parchment across the desk with the Potter’s address on it, took Remus’s hand and walked them out of Dumbledore's office. 

Part 10

[princelysnape]

a marauders analysis (or why i don't give a shit james potter died)

WARNING: this post does not have the pretension of convincing marauders fans that their faves have shitty personalities. if anything i say comes off as rude or insensitive, it was intended that way. you can stay, or you can kindly fuck off.

i honestly can't believe i have to do this, but here we go. my two cents about the four little pricks.

let's start by acknowledging that the marauders had a clear hierarchy of power and influence within their own group. whether it was ever officially stated or not, we know james potter was their leader and main perpetrator, followed by his lapdog sirius black, the forever-cowardly remus lupin, and the rat.

and it's no coincidence they're arranged this way. potter and black are the pureblood heirs of two of the richest and most powerful families in the harry potter universe. their surnames enter the room before they do, every time. meanwhile, lupin and pettigrew are nobodies, merely their shadows.

keeping that in mind, it's easy to see how they turned out the way they did. there's an arrogance and entitlement that can only come from money and the certainty that you're untouchable. dealing with them meant dealing with their families. which means that, despite their many pranks, continuous bullying, an episode of sexual assault, and infamously, an assassination attempt, they were never expelled.

imagine being lupin or pettigrew throughout all this. they're definitely not innocent—but if they ever tried to cut ties, who's to say potter and black wouldn't have turned on them? no, it was safer to have their protection. and in lupin's case, their secrecy. not very brave or honorable of them, though.

so first point: they were privileged, rich assholes.

they were also cruel and downright abusive to anything they considered "other." And I do mean severus, yes, but also evans (constantly harassed by potter for most of her school years), kreacher (whom sirius always treated like shit due to his servitude and his death eater brother), slytherin house as a whole (though probably targeted half-bloods and muggleborns more, since attacking a pureblood meant fucking with their family), and the unnamed victims referenced in the books.

always good to remember that potter and black grew up being spoon-fed blood purity rhetoric and anti-muggle sentiment, ideas that define wizarding society. even the "progressive" characters say shit sometimes. so it's not a stretch to say they redirected their hate toward more palatable victims to keep their moral high ground intact.

and whether their victims "deserved" it or not, it's disturbing how much glee they took in humiliating people. the other two less so (as far as we know), but they were complicit. black literally used lupin's condition to try to get another student killed—proof he didn't give a single shit about consequences, or about exposing his so-called friend to imprisonment or death.

so second point: they were prejudiced, sadistic, and always covered up for each other's fucked-up behavior.

which brings me to the third point: they had pack mentality. you know that one male friend group where one guy is clearly satan in a varsity jacket and the rest just nod along? or worse, follow his lead? the kind of group that makes you cross the street frantically avoiding eye contact? that's the marauders.

if harry potter wasn't written for a younger audience, i'm convinced at least one of them would have a rape allegation. but their friends would vouch for them, and the victim would be dismissed.

some might argue they "changed" or "grew up," but that's just not true. potter pretended to change for evans, but he was still bullying severus behind her back. black never pretended in the first place, and neither did lupin or pettigrew. then potter died, black went to azkaban, lupin disappeared into the ether, and pettigrew lived as a literal rat for twelve years. not a lot of room for personal growth, if you ask me.

so yeah, arguments like "he asked dumbledore to save lily, but not her husband and kid!" or "it’s his fault harry doesn't have a father!!!" don't really move me. good riddance. getting betrayed by his rat friend was exactly what he deserved—no more, no less. It's a shame a kid got caught in the crossfire, but honestly, how would harry have turned out if he were raised by potter? probably insufferable.

that's it. a word of wisdom from your prince.

[leeny-leens]

series masterlist (yes this is a series now)

Remus Lupin x Reader fic where after Lily and James die, R manages to take Harry with her into the muggle world and basically dips because she’s appalled at the fact that no one cared enough about the newborn child to protect him and she cuts all contact with Remus but not really I had an idea for this (I can elaborate on their dynamic) and anyways it’s basically her raising Harry and (reluctantly) sending him off to Hogwarts where he comes back over the breaks and tells his mum about the absolute batshit insane stuff that happens and she’s LIVID at Dumbledores inability to keep her son safe and she decides to teach him stuff over the summer break. Cue Year 3 where Sirius breaks out of Azkaban and Remus is professor. He immediately recognizes Harry, keeps an eye on him and he is stunned by the fact that Harry can defend himself from the Dementors, and upon inquiry Harry only shrugs and says his mum prepared him. Remus goes into overdrive because who the fuck is his mum??? In his grief and madness he thought R died or something because she was unfindable, gone from the face of earth and everyone assumed she died in the aftermath of the war. STH STH feelings, Remus and R meeting again and it's filled with tension and all the things they never said and all the feelings and she's mad at him when he tries to do things for harry because how dare he after he left AND ANYWAYS ITS ANGSTY ITS TRAGIC IT HURTS BUT????

[ginevrapng]

character guide

reoccurring characters i frequently write about or plan to

(i love getting requests and asks about these characters!)

— best friend!james

"can he really stay in denial and pretend he's not in love with you if lily knows, what if she's told the others. what if she's told you?" best friend james is kind of toxic. he's jealous and possessive. he tried to ignore his feelings and instead focused it all on lily evans, who they later dated and broke up with. you and james have been best friends for years, you've known each other since first year. you call him 'jamie' and no one else does. you have a playful relationship, it's also affectionate with hugging and physical contact in general. you get cold a lot and end up stealing his blankets and covers from his bed, james has no complaints because when he eventually gets them back they smell like you. you have no idea of james' feelings towards you. you fancied james at one point before deeming that you had no chance with him and you couldn't ruin your friendship you had together.

— bestfriends!dads marauders / bfd!marauders

"you're not dating my harry are you sweetheart?" "what! of course i'm not! we're just friends." you say probably louder than you should, wanting to defend yourself. your best friend is harry potter and the marauders have taken an interest in you. they've noticed your lingering looks and they're waiting on making a move. you spend a lot of time around harry, so you also spend a lot of time around them, every time they want to make you theirs more but they're being patient. they've fooled around together in the past, remus and sirius more often than the others. they'd have one night stands with random girls together. they don't want to treat you as a one night stand. harry and you are in your early 20s, the marauders being around 43. magic is never mentioned.

— boyfriend!neville

neville places a delicate kiss on your temple and speaks lowly into your ear, "love you flower." you two have been in a relationship for quite some time now. he tells you he loves you and you tell him you love him too. you're an intimate couple, always seen holding hands and cuddling. in private you are the same, you find it hard to keep your hands of each other, and mainly it's you that would be described as a more needy person, always wanting to kiss him and fuck him while neville tries his best to put his foot down, you're rather persistent though. boyfriend!neville is a soft dom and worships the ground you walk on. he has a slight geordie accent and loves pet names, calling you 'flower' and 'petal' a lot.

— friends with benefits james / fwb!james

he has to tell you. he has to tell you. i love you. i love you. i love you. your relationship is that you have no relationship. you're not really friends but make out all the time. you've never spoke to each other about what you are or your feelings but overtime you've both fallen in love with each other but the other one doesn't know, and the whole school doesn't even know that you know each other. if james mentioned your name to his friends he'd get confused looks and they wouldn't even know who you are. you're not a gryffindor and you're very different to james, quiet and well behaved. you don't stand out from the crowd and you don't wish to, you don't have many friends either, preferring spending time alone. james goes out of his way to learn your time table so he knows where you'll be and when, wanting to know when he can steal you away from your next class so he can see you. you both wish you could spend more time together but never mention it to each other. james calls you 'love' but you're oblivious to how genuine it is and how he never calls anyone else it.

[morsmordream]

my random HP family headcanons that i firmly stand by

(not canon compliant)

creature blood was remarkably common in the older family lines that existed before modern-day laws. it is rather rare that these families produce true creatures themselves, even half-blooded creatures, but the blood can often manifest into family gifts. for example, creature blood is how the slytherin line have their ability to speak parseltongue.

the black family are world-renowned in various fields. they’ve produced countless scholars, and some of the finest duellists of each generation. but the family specialty, that everyone learns, is curse-breaking and it’s inverse. there’s a terrible item in the family vault that could kill you if you touch it? contact the blacks. you need an object enchanted to persuade someone into supporting a wizengamot bill? contact the blacks. expensive as their services may be, it’s always worth the money. customer satisfaction guaranteed.

the black family have held their reputation for dabbling in the darkest of arts, even black magic, since their very beginning. their family name comes from their reputation of practicing black magic. this is separate from dark magic, and is a dead art today. whilst books exist in the darkest corners of very few family’s vaults and libraries, the sacrifices required have deterred anyone who picked them up for centuries. a branch of black magic involves the summoning of beings from beyond our world, ‘demons’ as they are often referred to. the summoning of a shape-shifting demon, and subsequent procreation with, is a potential reason why only the black family have metamorphmagi in britain today- though this claim is unproven, and no longer proudly claimed by the family itself.

the malfoys have veela blood, especially these days. it was a rather scandalous affair when abraxas malfoy married a french witch, amelie bonnacord, who had been adopted into a notable pureblood family and happened to be a veela. the malfoys already had distant veela ancestry, making abraxas resistant to the veela allure. their children, lucius and lydia malfoy, were therefore half veela, and her grandchildren, including draco malfoy, a quarter veela. the veela allure seemed to work differently with men, and little was known about it as men born to those with veela blood was rare. the malfoys spend most holiday seasons in france, visiting family, and all speak fluent french.

the potter family never have been, and never should be seen as, a sparkling beacon for light magic. as necromancers by blood, no matter how much time passes since their amalgamation with the peverells, they naturally lean towards darker magic to facilitate practicing the art. not every potter has dabbled in their family gift, it’s not a requirement, but the ancient books in the family vault cannot be destroyed and will always return to the vault after a necromancer passes.

a few centuries into the past, the potter family migrated to india before a couple of branches returned to britain in the early 20th century. fleamont potter and his cousin, charlus potter, were the first potters to be born on british soil for centuries. fleamont potter married euphemia patil, a half-indian british witch, and had james potter. james potter, upon marrying lily evans, had harry potter- who was half indian.

the lupin family have a long history of naturally born werewolves, hence their family name. as time went on, and laws changed, werewolves born into the family would assimilate into packs instead of living as wizards with a dark secret. with time, fewer and fewer werewolves were born into the family, and the werewolf blood appeared dormant. remus lupin became a werewolf through an attack from fenrir greyback- the first werewolf in the family in several generations. his condition did not pass onto his son, but it is possible that remus being a werewolf may awaken the possibility of future werewolves in the lupin line in generations to come.

the weasleys hail from an old irish clan, one which they no longer practice the traditions and magic of- deeming them outdated in an age where they are deemed ‘blood traitors’ for their love and acceptance of muggleborns. the family magic is largely based around the elements, and is only really practiced by bill and charlie- though fred and george dabble in it from time to time. due to turning their backs on tradition, the weasley manor wards refused to grant entry to those in the family who did not practice their family magics- which is why they live in the burrow instead.

the weasleys fall from grace is infamous in pureblood circles. before the first war, they were actually a rather wealthy family. arthur weasley’s auror wage was enough to live off with two less children, and their vault was plentiful. molly added to their income by authoring books on household charms and tutoring pureblood daughters in etiquette. unfortunately, molly encouraged arthur to funnel money into the order of the phoenix to help with the war- they were not active participants, rather financial backers. by the war’s end, the family vault had been halved, they had two more children, and molly had quit authoring books to raise the children. she soon quit tutoring too, turning her back on other pureblood families due to her paranoia that anyone who hadn’t aided the order in the war were all dark and thus contributed somehow to her brothers deaths. soon after, arthur left the aurors and moved to head the misuse of muggle artifices office at molly’s insistence, due to her persistent paranoia- this time that something horrible would befall him as an auror. this caused another significant drop in the family’s finances, gaining them their reputation of being a poor family with more children than they can clothe.

the nott family are descended from viking clansmen in norway, and the majority of the family are still based there today. they’re very proud of this heritage, and every child born into the family is trained extensively in hand to hand combat from a young age. the nott family additional pre-schooling education also includes the language of old norse, nordic history, ancient runes, and runic magic. the england-based branch of the family add norwegian on to this as well.

the gaunt line, and subsequently the slytherin line, are only extinct in britain (the cursed child is not canon to me idc about delphini). a branch of the family, descended from one ominis gaunt, live on in france and have long abandoned their practices of inbreeding. the branch or branches of the family that remained on british soil rapidly squandered all that remained in their vaults by the turn of the 20th century, leading the family to financial and societal ruin with only their heritage and a few heirlooms remaining intact.

the lovegood family are rather notable as one of the few remaining seer lines in britain. pandora lovegood, upon marrying xenophilius ollivander, found her own seer ability passed down to her daughter luna. many overlook their seer lineage and focus more on the family’s eccentricity, forgetting that true seers rarely speak in plain language- they cannot always just speak the truth of what their visions show them, they must relay what they have seen in a way that makes others search for the answer. it’s not that hard to understand when you actually try it.

[sliebman10]

Settled

( @wolfstarmicrofic , prompt: Forbidden Forest, word count: 297)

Sirius at 11 was wide-eyed and energetic, enjoying his newfound friends and freedom within the Hogwarts castle.

Sirius at 16 was defiant and fed up with his family’s increasingly desperate attempts to control him. He cut the ties and could finally breathe.

22 found Sirius at the darkest point in his life. The war was over, yes. But it had cost him everything, including his freedom.

It wasn’t until he turned 34 that he regained his freedom and sense of purpose.

Now, the years gathered around him like a blanket, more warm than cold. More love than conflict. At first, he didn’t know what to do with the love he had. But he accepted it from Remus, and from Harry, and they made their own family.

They celebrated weddings and birthdays and anniversaries.

And at 65, he felt settled. He never thought he’d want to be settled when he was younger. What excitement was there in that? He’d wanted the excitement of running in the Forbidden Forest, of missions, of riding his motorbike, of exploring endless possibilities.

But settled also meant this, sitting on the veranda behind their beach cottage with a wedding ring on his finger. It meant the lines around his eyes and mouth that didn’t disappear anymore when he stopped smiling. It meant the streaks of silver in his still miraculously thick black hair.

Remus sat down next to him, breaking his reverie. He threaded their fingers together. Their wedding bands touched and warmed at the contact. They didn’t vibrate endlessly anymore now that the locator spell in the metal had relaxed.

“Happy birthday, darling,” Remus said, turning his chin so Sirius could look into those amber eyes that were as familiar as his own reflection.

“Thank you, love,” Sirius responded, kissing him softly.

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Wolfstar Microfic - Broom

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When Sirius flung himself into a broom closet to hide from Filch, it hadn’t occurred to him that it might be occupied. It certainly hadn’t occurred to him that it might be occupied by Remus and Mary MacDonald.

Sirius spun to face the door and shut his eyes tight, “Sorry!” He whispered, hearing Filch in the corridor outside the door. “I didn’t know—” Was Mary giggling? Wait. Was Remus giggling? He turned to look at them warily and found them leaning against the back wall of the closet barely stifling their laughter. One look at Sirius’ face and Mary had to cover her mouth to stop the laughter.

Remus was chewing on his bottom lip, looking anywhere but at Mary or Sirius and his shoulders were shaking violently. Sirius noticed how thoroughly kissed his lips looked and the lines Mary's fingers had dragged through his hair and turned back to face the door. But that just made the giggling worse.

“Muffliato,” Sirius whispered and felt the familiar cocoon of the silencing spell and turned back to them. “The fuck is wrong with the pair of you?”

Remus and Mary made tentative eye contact before Mary let out an almighty snort and then they were off again. Sirius didn’t remember the last time he’d seen Remus laugh this hard. He felt very much like he was intruding.

“As soon as Filch is gone, I’ll go.” He said with a frown. “And you can go back to… whatever it was you were doing in here.”

“Remus was just talking about you, actually,” Mary said, between gasps for air.

“Shut the fuck up.” Remus shook his head and covered his face. “Sorry, Pads. We weren’t expecting company.”

“One rarely does in a broom closet Moony,” Sirius said tightly, and somehow that set Mary off again. “You smoked?” Remus smiled at him, one side of his mouth lifting higher than the other in that perfectly Moony way, and he immediately knew the answer to that question. “Right.”

“You were in detention.” Remus shrugged, “Didn’t know I needed your permission.”

Mary whispered something into Remus’ ear that made him flush crimson and then she had to lean on the wall because she was laughing so hard.

Sirius didn’t want to snap, but it felt like they were talking about him behind his back, in front of his face, and he didn’t like that at all. “I’ve obviously missed something.” He pressed his ear to the door, hearing nothing. “I’m going to—”

“No, you stay Sirius!” Mary stepped towards the door. “Filch isn’t looking for me, I’ll grab a cloth or something and if the coast is clear I’ll let you know.”

This felt suspicious, but Sirius nodded. When Mary poked her head out and then left the broom cupboard, she slammed the door behind her and they both heard it lock.

“Mary!” Remus called after her, before covering his mouth and staring at the corner of the room trying not to laugh.

“Since when do you and MacDonald smoke together?” Sirius leant back against the door and crossed his arms.

“Jealous?”

It wasn’t the response that Sirius was expecting, especially as he realised that he actually was jealous. “Didn’t know you liked her, that’s all.”

“Ah, no. Not like that.” Remus smiled again and Sirius wanted to shake him.

“I just walked in on the two of you kissing in a broom cupboard.” Sirius was unimpressed at how this entire evening had gone.

“And you’ve never kissed someone you’re not into in a broom closet?”

“Yeah, but I’m not you.” Sirius studied him. “So what’s going on if you’re not into her like that?”

“We wanted to test something.” Remus’ mouth twitched. “For science.”

Sirius frowned, “The fuck are you on about?”

“Recently, Mary has had feelings for someone, and she wanted to know what it meant. I’ve been going through something similar. It made sense to… you know, with someone we trust, and aren’t interested in.”

“Yeah, still none the wiser.”

“I wanted to know if I was still attracted to girls,” Remus said plainly. “Mary, the opposite.”

Sirius just blinked at him. “You think you like boys?

“No,” Remus’ smile dropped, “I know I like boys. I wanted to see if I still like girls too.”

Sirius’ brain malfunctioned. “You know?”

Remus laughed softly, “Yes. I know. Why? You offering to test that hypothesis if I wasn’t sure?” It was the wrong thing to say, Remus realised, as Sirius had gone very still, and was focused on the only broom in the inadequately stocked broom closet. “Pads, I’m joking.”

“So, are you into girls as well?” He asked quietly.

Remus nodded, “All signs point that way.”

“I don’t think I am.” It was barely a whisper and it took Remus a few seconds to digest this new information. “I don’t think I ever have been.”

“Oh.” Remus wasn’t laughing anymore. “How do you know?”

Sirius arched an aristocratic eyebrow. “How do you think?”

“Right, yeah.” Remus’ mouth was suddenly dry.

“So when Mary said you’d just been talking about me?” Sirius stepped away from the door, closer to Remus.

“She wanted to know how I realised I was attracted to boys,” Remus said, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “So I told her about the time you fell on me when you tried to climb that tree by the lake.”

Sirius stared at him, “That was your gay awakening?”

“Bi, but yes. I don’t know if you’ve ever had your hot best friend literally fall from the sky into your lap, but that’ll do it apparently. Now you understand the giggling when you showed up, and Mary locking us in.”

Any signs of uncertainty vanished from Sirius as he grinned. “You know… falling into your hot best friends lap has similar effects.”

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Headcannons for the family lives of each marauders (please be reminded these are my headcannons and any hate will cause an argument from me 🫶)

James: happy loving parents but not all the time, families always have flaws the potters are just better at hiding them. He would argue with his dad a lot over stupid things but James never hated his dad

Sirius + regulus: of course the abusive Walburga and Orion BUT I like to think that when they were younger Walburga was kinder to them but was then placed under the imperious curse by Orion to keep her in line, and to discipline there children better

Peter: BIG family, kind of an opposite Weasley family, five sister and Peter is the only boy. I like to headcannon on of his sisters was deaf and non magic so she was less loved by her family but her and Peter were reallly close. Peter is the middle child, three older, two younger. His father is not in the picture, left when Peter was 7.

Remus: farm family, literally grew up on a farm and had like two horses, cows and chickens. His dad worked all the time and his mum was stayed home and took care of the animals. Remus was closer to his mum because he barely saw his dad but in the 6th year she got six and the year after they graduated she passed.

Marlene: child of divorce, (She jokes about it a lot) parents divorced on good terms but don’t keep them in the same room for long because they will argue. Has two older brothers that raised her when he parents were fighting

Mary: raised by her dad, only child, her mother passed away and severe complications during the pregnancy and birth. Her dad always would treat her like a princess but they did not grow up rich, her father balanced two jobs and taking care of Mary. He got a lot of help from grandma MacDonald

Lily: her and petunia were close, REALLY close and were all aware of them splitting apart after Lily was sent to Hogwarts. But I like to think they didn’t just, minimise contact. Petunia despised her so much that as soon as she could cut Lily out completely, that’s why she hated Harry so much. But deep down she still loved her sister,

Barty: absolutely despised his dad. (In a muggle au I enjoy him having severe religious trauma and that’s why he despised his dad so much, probs will write some short about this), his mum was completely corrupted by his dad and always listened and believed everything he said. Barty still loved his mum, he knew that she wasn’t really like that, it’s his dad’s fault.

Evan + Pandora: parents were very together but Pandora was raised as a princess, learning how to be a good housewife and a perfect mother, while Evan learned the “manlier stuff” (which I cannot think of right now so use your imagination). The Two grew up very differently from eachother, so they never had a strong relationship, but they learned bro be siblings over time

Dorcas: another child of divorce, probably why Marlene and her clicked so well. The only difference is that Dorcas parents divorced when she was really young while Marlene was older. Dorcas always favoured her dad over her mum but they both were severly flawed.