#you could so win against henners

[swanconcerto]

if you could fight any historical figure who would it be i’m gunning for henry viii

debussy for all of his beautiful music was a terrible person most especially to his wives so i’d love to fight him. and wagner because hes a disgusting antisemite. and beethoven because his music doesnt agree with my hands and i think it’s be funny.

[sillyrabbit81]

Hi, I saw you were taking request and I hope it's okay to send you one. I was thinking of a scenario where it's Henry's birthday and his parents have a family party at their house for him. The alcohol is flowing Henners is drunk enough for his girlfriend 《the reader》 to convince him to dance. Things get a little heated as she grinds against him and he pulls her away from the party and everyone and makes her regret (okay not regret 😈) teasing him?

Shy nonnie

Thank you Shy Nonnie! Great idea, I’m just going to change it up slightly as I don’t write about Henry’s family at all, so instead it’ll be a party with his friends. I hope you like it. ❤️

Summary: You provoke Henry at a party and a game ensues.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader

Word Count: approx. 800

Warnings: Drunk!Henry, implied smut.

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Winning

You see the tell-tale signs of Henry’s drunkenness, his eyes a little hooded, his words slightly slurred, his laughter is exaggerated, and his volume control is non-existent. Almost there, you think. Pretty soon one of his mates takes a photo and out comes his tongue and he licks his friend’s cheek. BINGO!

Trying to look as nonchalant as possible you go up to your boyfriend and wrap your arms around. You smile as he looks down at you. He hums and says, “I know that look. What do you want?”

You purse your lips trying not to give away too much. “Come dance with me?” you ask as sweetly as possible.

Henry looks up with an exaggerated sigh. But you know you have him. It’s the same every time. “One dance,” he says. “Just because I love you.” You do a little happy dance and he shakes his head. “I’m regretting this already.”

You pull him onto the rented wooden dancefloor. The DJ changes up the music, from an old club hit to a filthy r’n’b song. Henry’s eyes widen and shakes his head. You pull him by the hand onto the dance floor, you know he could shake you off at any moment but he follows.

With a huge smile you put his hands on your hips and wrap your arms around his neck. His hands immediately shift to your arse. You pull him down lower so you can say is his ear, “See there are advantages to dancing.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t need to dance to touch your arse,” Henry says with a grin and lightly spanks you. You jump and use the opportunity to slip his thigh between your legs. He’s too drunk to notice at first but as you grind against his thigh, your hip rubs against him and you feel the leviathan in his pants wake up.

You grin openly now as you see his discomfort. He’s not big on public displays of affection and this is about as public as you dared to tease him like this. “You’re playing a dangerous game, my sweet.”

“I always win this game,” you say, rubbing against him purposely you provoke him. “I know you Henry, you’re not going to do anything in front of all these people.”

His eyes flash, and it’s as if all traces of inebriation left him as his eyes darken. His lips part and he sucks in air through his teeth. “That’s where you’re wrong, Sweetheart.”

Henry stands to his full height taking you with him. Your feet dangle, only slightly off the ground but enough that you can’t stop him from carrying you into the house. You open your mouth to squeal, but his lips cover yours and you are silenced. His kiss is hard, sloppy, wet and you don’t fight it, succumbing to him, as his tongue forcefully seeking yours. You want him like this, relaxed, playful and cheeky.

He reaches the stairs and drunk as you both are, he can’t navigate them properly and you both fall, your ass hitting the wooden step. He lets you go, eyes wide, worried for a moment he’s hurt you. You laugh, both at the situation and his face and take the opportunity to make a run for it. Scrambling up the stairs, using your hands as well as your feet you make it to the top and glancing down, you see Henry taking the steps two at a time, grinning excitedly as he plays your game.

You yelp, and your heart races as you run to your bedroom. You hear Henry call your name, his voice close as you make it to your room and try to close the door. His foot sneaks in the gap and the door wont close. He presses his wild face into the gap and does his best Jack Nicolson impersonation. You run from the door, hopping over the bed as he stumbles into the room.

“Why are you running, sweetheart?” Henry says, eyes shining. You giggle, your wits starting to leave you as you know you are in for it. “You know it’s only going to be worse for you the longer you make me wait.”

“I’m sorry, Henry,” you say through your giggles. Your adrenaline is pumping, your body tingles with it, your feel yourself shake.

“Aw,” Henry says with mock sympathy, advancing on you slowly, stalking you like a predator, his grin wide as he corners you. “It’s too late for apologies.” He backs you up to the wall, his arms trap you as his body leans against you. His head lowers to your neck, his teeth nip at your skin as he whispers in a deep throaty voice, “I win, Sweetheart.”

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[onlyhenrys]

Sooo.... another one shot, this time a Henry x reader one. This is my first time writing in this style so please forgive me if it looks horrible 😂 this one is dedicated to @inmycavill @henrysfangirl

Requests are open (I just don't write smut 😂)

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Henry asks you to marry him

Today is the day, it's time for the durrell challenge. Henry is Durrell's ambassador and you, being a supportive girlfriend, decided to run with him in the challenge. It took both of you some heavy 'cardio' training, but your ready for the 13k race.

You just finished warming up with the rest of the runners. Henry was on the other side of the field, a little away from the busy crowd, talking to his brothers. You really wanted to join him but it would attract even more attention to him and you knew how much he cherishes the little quiet moment before the run. He looks up and catch you looking at him, you show him a smile and secretly blushes when he throws you a wink.

You get startled by one of the volunteers, announcing the start of the race. You quickly follow the other runners to the start, losing Henry in the big crowd. You're about to turn right when you're pulled roughly to the side, right into someone's arms.

"Where do you think you're going?" You would recognize this deep voice anywhere and you turned around to look up at his face. His piercing blue eyes, with the little brown speck in it, still gave you goosebumps and you let out a quiet sigh. He let out a low chuckle and pressed you against his chest.

"Let's go love, we don't want to keep everyone waiting do we?" He let you go and intertwined your hands. You looked around and saw different people shooting you looks, some even stopping to take a picture. You pressed a little tighter into Henry's side and focused on the path in front of you. The two of you joint Charlie at the front of the line.

Henry looked down at you, a bright smile on his face. "Are you ready?" You nodded and got into the start position.

"3....2.....1 and goooooo." Both you and Henry took off as soon as you heard the starting signal, leaving the 300 other contestants far behind you.

"You know." Your breath was already starting to get heavy. "If we want others to win this race, we should probably slow down a little." You could just see Henry's little smirk before he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the road, into the bushes. You lost your balance and both of you fell to the ground. While Henry, painfully, landed on his back, you fell, safe and sound, on his chest.

Henry let out an huff. "Well that definitely didn't go as planned." You couldn't help but giggle.

"Are you sure about that Henners? Because it looks like you totally planned for this to happen." Henry wrapped his arms around you when you made an effort to get up.

"I was planning to secretly make out with you behind the bushes, but I actually changed my mind about that."

You playfully hit him on the chest. "And why's that, huh?"

Henry slowly sat up, shifting you to sit between his legs. You could feel how he pressed his chest against your back and how he leant his head on your shoulder. "Mmhh I have something else in mind, but you have to close your eyes for a moment."

You covered your eyes with your hands and quietly listened to Henry roaming around. You're about the peek when the roaming around suddenly stopped. "You can open your eyes now." You could hear an nervous trembling in his voice and quickly removed your hands.

The sight in front of you took your breath away. Henry knelt down on one knee and held a little box with a beautiful ring in his hands. You covered your mouth with your hands, a little tremble visible.

Henry took a deep breath.

"Sweet y/n, we've been together for 4 years now. And I've never been happier in my entire life, then in the years I've spend with you. I know that living with me isn't the easiest thing, and that you hate to be in the spotlights. But I know that we're made for each other. You are my rock in this crazy world and I would love to call you mrs Cavill. So, my sweet y/n, will you do me the honor to become my wife?"

You looked down at the beautiful man in front of you, and all the world's problems disappeared. There was only you and him, nothing else.

"Yes Henry, yes I will."

[malkaleh]

Not a promo, but any kind of Tumblr discourseTM in the OT3 verse (I always love reading these meta-fics.)

Meant to be a series of tumblr posts

Didn’t Thomas Boleyn use his daughter to gain favour?

Anon, Thomas Boleyn did not use his daughter to advance in favour because well, he isn’t that person and also even without that? He didn’t need to. By the time Anne returned to England Thomas Boleyn was already extremely highly regarded and favoured by Henry on his merits as an extremely apt diplomat/ambassador and George Boleyn was already among the Kings intimate circle of friends. In fact he’d been awarded an Earldom before Anne was even in the picture (that was part of why she returned - in theory she was going to marry James Butler - though that fell apart when he eloped with another woman). 

No one, even with the lack of eligible Princesses for Henry to marry would have imagined that he would have fallen in love with Anne enough to marry her and while yes, absolutely marriages were arranged to advance family interests (Thomas Boleyn’s own marriage was, though they fell in love) that likely would not have been enough to retain a position long term and Thomas Boleyn was focused on advancing on his own merits and building his legacy long term. 

So he would have focused on his daughters and his son making good marriages (which was also the act of a loving parent I want to say - it would mean his children were settled and secure) he would not have needed to push Anne in front of the King to gain favour because well, he already had it. 

springwheelcircus

There was a reason that Queen Anne and the Duke of Hotness Essex loved Henners enough to give him *counts* eight children. I mean not just that Henners was shall we say, a snack. He was a romantic, a charmer, intelligent and genuinely curious about the world and his people, extremely admired/popular with the people as a ruler (also his policies did actually set the foundation for a lot of what his son and daughter in law built), witty and cultured and athletic. Like, the thirst is real tumblr. The thirst is real. Also while he absolutely would not win any parenting awards for several years of his treatment of his oldest daughter with his other children he was genuinely a loving and attentive father. (Before anyone @’s me no that doesn’t excuse his treatment of Mary at all but you have to look at the complexity of the whole picture). 

umediana

Also look, from Henry’s viewpoint at the time Mary’s defiance was a threat to his rule - while the religious settlement he had brokered meant that there was genuine religious pluralism in England (for Christians) Henry’s decision to elevate his illegitimate son and marry his mistress was not a popular one and even if the blame fell on Elizabeth Blount and some of those around Henry it could still have led to an uprising, especially if Mary was seen to be open to the idea and as guided by her mother could certainly have raised support. Yes, people were Extremely Uneasy about the idea of female rulership (we see that in the 17th century and the restoration movement that led to the brief overthrow of the monarchy when a King declared his daughter his heir that a sizeable minority of England still struggled with everything that had been bought about by Henry’s descendants) but it is possible that a potential male claimant could well have married Mary. 

He might also have seen it as KOA turning Mary against him and his separation of them was to stop her hurting their daughter because Henry did continue to lodge Mary in comfort and show her favour. 

englishhistorylover

 me watching The Tudors: HENRY TUDOR TAKE SOME FUCKING PARENTING CLASS. 

me continuing to watch: ....oh u actually fucken did. you go u funky disaster bisexual king. 

me watching more: oh ur husband and ur wife just like pushed some sense into u. 

#tudorshitposting #henry 0.5 seconds after sexing up his wife & hot chancellor husband: ..suddenly i have common sense 

iclaudiadean

[eternaleve]

Good day, costume fiends!

This week’s episode is ‘His Majesty, The King’.

As a reward for his denunciation of Martin Luther, the Pope christens Henry “Defender of the Faith,” but a brush with death causes the king to seek a solution to his lack of an heir. Princess Margaret marries the decrepit King of Portugal reluctantly, but the union is short-lived; Henry’s desire for Anne Boleyn intensifies.

I found this episode, apart from the massive Portuguese set piece, to be fairly dull. Most of the episode is spent in building up what will become important later; the downfall of Wolsey, Anne’s relationship with her brother George and with Henry, and Thomas Cromwell. The episode feels a little lacklustre after how jampacked the last few episodes have been, but it makes a needed change of pace. Let the story breathe a little bit – don’t jam as much you can in fifty minutes, you’ll give me history whiplash!

You Simply Must Meet Thomas (… again)

James Frain as Thomas Cromwell popped up suddenly in the opening credits and is now a secondary character. Thomas Cromwell was a lawyer and MP who served as chief minister to Henry VIII from 1532 to 1540. He worked for Thomas Wolsey from 1514 to 1530, and served as Cardinal Wolsey’s secretary from 1529. As a minister of Henry VIII, he is one of the chief architects of the Dissolution of the Monasteries and of the foundation of the modern form of the British Parliament.

He’s gotten a lot of attention in recent years because of the Man Brooker award winning ‘Wolf Hall’ book series by Hilary Mantel. His image has been remade, a touch too sympathetically in my opinion, but he’s still an incredibly important figure from the period.

He’s revealed pretty quickly to be pro-reform of the Catholic Church. Cromwell did, in real life, support the work of reformers and the evangelical movement, and involve England in support of the pro-Protestant German states.

However, he appears in the episode as being promoted by Wolsey to be Henry’s personal secretary. That’s complete nonsense; Cromwell wasn’t involved with Henry’s ministerial matters until 1530 – 1. This appears to be taking place in 1525, far too early for Cromwell to be connected directly to Henry.

He’s also dressed in a way that I would call ‘1590s Dutch reformer realness’. His clothes are slim fit, with high collars, and long trunkhose. I suppose it draws attention to him as a obvious reformer and evangelical, but the Puritan movement is barely a twinkle in anyone’s eye at this point.

This Holbein’s portrait of Cromwell. Notice that his clothes are wide, square around the shoulders, and feature a loose and baggy overgown. There’s a lot of layers, a lot of fur, and tight-fitting hat.

And as an aside, they couldn’t have Henry’s sister Mary be called Mary in the show because it would be ‘too confusing’. Yet all the guys called Thomas are allowed to retain their names. I wonder why that might be.

Wolsey is Still Being Generally Evil Because The Historiography For This Show Is From The 1970s

The man that Wolsey set up as a French spy has gone mad due to torture. Because Wolsey’s eeeeeevvviilllll. Although I will point out that torture in England has been illegal since the 12th century – except in the care where a warrant for torture was signed by a sitting monarch. So, the guy who is responsible for this torture is… you know, Henry. Not Wolsey.

Norfolk and Thomas Boleyn (hey look, another Thomas who is allowed to retain his name) reveal that Wolsey has kept the prolific and incredibly wealthy parish of Winchester for himself. That’s amazing, seeing as Wolsey wasn’t in charge of the Bishopric of Winchester until 1529. Wolsey has amazing time travel powers!

Wolsey tries setting up Henry with Marguerite of Navarre, which is weird. Not only are Henry and Katherine still married at this point, but Marguerite of Navarre?

Yeah, she’s called ‘Of Navarre’ because she’s married to the King of Navarre (who’s referred to as a Duke for some reason, even though Navarre is a separate kingdom at this point). So I have no idea what Wolsey is trying to do. Is he trying to get them married? Does he want Henry just to sleep with Marguerite? What does it accomplish? She’s the sister of Francis I, but Wolsey wants peace with the French, so what does pissing off Francis accomplish? There is no sense in having Wolsey set Marguerite and Henry up.

Anyway, Henry bones Marguerite because he’s a braindead man-slut with no depth of character.

There’s Also Some Stuff to Do With Religion

Henry’s ‘Defence of the Seven Sacraments’ has earned him the title of ‘Defender of the Faith’. This is a title still held by the monarchs of the United Kingdom – Elizabeth II is a Defender of the Faith – but it was granted in 1521, so the Pope’s a little bit late with his post. Anyway, Martin Luther has written a rebuttal and Henry hates it so much he throws a little tantrum.

I’d like to point out as well that many of the depictions of religion in this show are massively inaccurate. Take the royal chapel, for example; this is not a Catholic chapel of the sixteenth century. This is a plain stone, non-decorated chapel that is clearly Protestant. Our ideal of a quiet, plain church with quiet is Protestant and Victorian, and not anything to do with the sixteenth century.

Catholic chapels of the period would be bursting with colour and decoration. They were bright and eyecatching, full of noise and people. Henry’s chapel had mass five times a day – he was a really religious man.

Thomas More then tries to talk about Jesus’s pain and suffering and Wolsey is not having any of it. Shove your Jesus talk, Thomas.

I Want to Bang Anne Boleyn But Also I’m Sad Because I Might Die Someday

Henry has this mad constipated love for Anne Boleyn that can’t be contained. He’s so in love with Katherine’s lady-in-waiting (Anne Boleyn was not Katherine’s lady-in-waiting. She was Queen Mary Tudor’s lady-in-waiting) that to keep him running after her, Anne goes from court.

Henry’s surprised by this, even though Anne would have to obtain permission from Henry and Katherine to leave court. Like, it’s her job. She can’t just give it up and vanish if she feels like it.

Henners gets mad jealous at Thomas Wyatt for being ‘previously engaged to Anne’. For a start, that’d be impossible because he was married before he even met Anne, and that particular plot point has been taken from Anne Boleyn’s previous entanglement with Henry Percy, later Duke of Northumberland.

And look, it’s another guy called Thomas. But viewers would get too confused at three women called Mary.

Anyway, Charles V has won an immense victory against the French at the Battle of Pavia, decimating the French army and capturing Francis I. Henry declares that there must be celebrations and jousts for this victory.

That’s some cheap looking armour. Here’s some actual armour of Henry VIII;

This cheap and flimsy looking armour leads exactly to where you think it’s going to go.

No wonder Henry is such a child. He’s suffered repeated brain injuries.

After some vaguely incestuous interactions with her brother, George, (stay classy, show), Anne comes back to court. Henry is violently jealous and it’s pretty gross.

Guess the strangling is subtle foreshadowing. But, like, sexy foreshadowing because Henners mashing his face against hers is so erotic.

After sustaining a head injury and almost dying once, Henners decides to do some bad pole-vaulting.

This is based on a real-life incident, but I don’t know exactly when it happened, but it sends Henry into a panic.

I never even thought about my future wails 34 year old man.

Henry throws another tantrum, because apparently the writers can only convey his emotions through screaming at other characters, because he has no children, he could die, and he wants a divorce from Katherine.

Henry’s separation from Katherine was never a divorce. Henry sought an annulment from Katherine. A divorce means that a marriage took place, while an annulment means it never happened. Henry never looked for a divorce. If you say that he did, you are wrong.

This Marriage is Ridiculous 

I can’t state how much the whole ‘Margaret marries the King of Portugal’ storyline is terrible.

“Wah, I have to marry into one of the most wealthiest kingdoms in Europe and he’s old, waahhhh.”

Anyway, because Mary hated Charles so much it means that actually they were deeply, deeply attracted all along and they have the most uncomfortable and awful sex scene I’ve seen. After all, if a woman doesn’t like you and obviously detests you, that means she’s actually in love with you because yeah, let’s bring that trope into it because it’s not offensive or ridiculous at all.

Mary doesn’t handle meeting the King of Portugal very well.

Two things:

Grow up, buttercup. You’re a royal princess, and this is the name of the game. At least you’ve got a husband who wants to make you happy. You could be like Joanna of Castile, who was tortured into insanity by her husband.

If we accept the premise that this is all taking place in 1525, then the King of Portugal would be John III. Who was twenty three at the time. I have no idea who this old man is supposed to be. John III also married Catherine of Austria in 1525, so there’s no chance for him to marry Mary.

Mary can’t stomach being married to such a horrible old man (whose only fault is that he’s old), so hatches her own plan.

In real life, Mary Tudor married the King of France, who was much older than herself, and he died a few months later. It was said that he died of being in bed with her too much, so I’m guessing that there is just nothing right about this storyline. She absolutely did not decide to smother her husband because EW OLD.

Let’s Talk Fashion, Baby

There is absolutely no shape or structure to this gown. The hood is ridiculous, a sort of strange headpiece that has no place in a sixteenth century drama, and the gown is slim fit, with no shape and certainly no undergarments that were worn by women of the period.

This is Mary Tudor. Her gown has a fitted bodice worn over a chemise, farthingale, and petticoat. Her hood is not a really random plantpot sort of pinned into her hair.

I don’t like any of Henry’s sofa-inspired suits. None of them are accurate. He’s meant to look big and broad shouldered! This is far too slim and flattering.

Yeah, no. That looks practically seventeenth century. There is nothing right for an English gown of the period on this dress.

Why can’t this show get a single hood right? Even Anne Boleyn’s hoods? When she’s famous for introducing the French hood to the English court? What’s up with her short sleeved jerkin thing? Why has she got short sleeves on?

Those dresses are very fifteenth century Italian apart from the sleeves, which are bits of cloth attached to each other with string. Also: these two women came onto Thomas Tallis, a minor character who’s been hanging around for the past few episodes, and loudly announce how much they want to have sex with him. They are interchangeable, have no names, dress the same, and only wish to have sex with men. They exist for no reason other to be sexual objects to men.

Not a single one of Katherine’s gowns are right. Why is the waistline so high? What is that stupid thing they’ve shoved on her head? Where are her trumpet sleeves?

Square necklines, big sleeves, cone farthingale underneath the skirt, and a great big ol’ gable hood. Not ‘sexy’ I guess, but it’s better than the terrible mess Katherine is wearing that makes no sense.

These women are on loan from an English civil war drama. ’cause not a single one of them looks like they’re from the 1520s.

Ew. That’s leather stays and they look gross as as hell. Accurate, but the pleather looks terrible. And the sleeves are terrible. And no Tudor woman would consider wearing this, at all.

Anne is pretty much dressed as a woman from 1620s. The laced, elbow length sleeves, the exaggeration around the stomacher, the way the skirt is shaped – this looks Jacobean. It’s a whole century out.

Obviously, the bodice on Anne’s dress is considerably longer, but the shape bears more in common with this dress than a Tudor gown.

Hell, it even looks more like this dress from 1670 than anything from the 1520s.

That’s it for this week, costume fiends, but come back next weekend for another forray into historical inaccuracies, poor costuming, and the screaming tantrums of a man-baby that apparently passes for an interpretation of a renaissance monarch.

Unpicking The Tudors; S1 E4 Good day, costume fiends! This week's episode is 'His Majesty, The King'. As a reward for his denunciation of Martin Luther, the Pope christens Henry "Defender of the Faith," but a brush with death causes the king to seek a solution to his lack of an heir.

[leathascullin-blog]

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[verniquelenoir]

Soft As A Summer Shower

More WolfStar...This is a seven part piece as told by Remus Lupin.

Let me know what you think? I’ve a bunch of these, I’ll post more if y’all want to read them... 

_____

For as long as I can remember, I've wanted a best friend. Someone who wouldn't cower in fear from me, from what I am; someone who'd love me  for me. I think I found that person.

Only thing is...well he's a man. Just like me. Ok, he's not just like me. He's...he's beautiful.

I think the blade of humor the Universe wields is cruel; it cuts deeply and throws everything into chaos. _____

We  were in our fourth year and I actually thought about going to  Dumbledore to see if he couldn't pull something off for me; change my  gender from male to female. Of course, I figured he'd  probably say no  way (and he did). Said that I ought to just play with the cards that  I've been dealt the best I could...

"Hey Remus, you've got a full house--"

"Huh?"

"A  full house," James repeated as Sirius tilted the contraband fire  whiskey to his lips, winking as a salute. "That means you win this  hand!"

"Way to go Remus," Peter

"Yeah, way to go Moony,"  Sirius mused as he patted my back a little too hard. I winced   immediately and felt his fingers splay on my shoulder and gently knead   the muscle beneath the cotton shirt. "Sorry about that, mate."

"S'ok," I lied.

Sirius  Black's hands are large. Large, elegant, and powerful. And beautiful.  Long fingers, that can deftly twirl his wand with little to no effort on  his part. Hands that can sooth a sore muscle as if it were his own.  Like he's been doing it his whole life.

"So collect your winnings before I do," Sirius  continued playfully.

I  reached between the four of us and pulled the sickles and knuts toward  me and put them in neat little piles, taking care not to look like I had  been counting...Sirius and James had both insisted that this was bad luck  to do this at the table.

It was my turn to deal next as I shuffled the cards by hand, Sirius clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. I cut my eyes toward him playfully and he playfully sneered in response and stuck out his tongue.

I tried really hard to get the  image of his oral muscle protruding from those pouty lips of his as I  began to deal the next hand....I lost that hand. I lost badly. To Sirius.  He grinned at me as he pulled his winnings toward him, not bothering to  arrange them neatly at all. "Thanks Moony," he said almost purring.

Between  classes, the four of us could be seen walking the often wide corridors  of Hogwarts taking up as much room as we could because well, we could.  Even the older students didn't seem to mind all that much. Of course,  the exception was the Slytherins....

Once I was trailing behind,  having been asked by a fellow student for tutoring: Talula Henners, a  Hufflepuff. For a girl, she's not so bad. I always thought she was  rather pretty and she always smelled good. And more importantly, to her  credit, she didn't talk a lot and she was a genuinely nice person.

Her eyes suddenly looked behind me and I heard the clearing of a throat behind me.

"Hey freak. Where are your body guards?"

"Sorry?"

"You heard me--your--pack--"

My  eyes narrowed and I motioned silently that she should leave the scene  immediately if not sooner. Talula  immediately took her leave and  crossed the corridor and very nearly flew threw the growing crowd.

"I don't have a pack, thanks. Excuse me--"

His  long arms quickly blocked my exit and I found myself trapped against  the cold wall and felt it permeate through my clothing to my skin as his  pale eyes seared through me bring the beast closer to the surface. Oh,  what a fine mess this was going to be if I couldn't find my way  out...Before I knew it, four more Slytherins slithered through the crowd...

And so did Sirius. James wasn't too far behind. Peter, pushed his way through the growing crowd to stand by me.

"Oiy Remus, like some assistance, mate?"

"Oh look freak, it's your boyfriend!" The other boys laughed.

Sirius  cleared his throat and tapped the boy's shoulder who was in my face  after having silently stunning the other boys. The boy turned around and  Sirius clocked him in the jaw, rendering him senseless and then  proceeded to stand over the boy and point his wand in his face. "You  know, you should never speak so harshly to your betters, Malfoy."

"Get off me--or I'll--"

"Or you'll what?"

"You're going to get it, Black," he growled.

"Oh, I certainly hope so!" He actually seemed to be enjoying this...

"Come on, Sirius--it's alright--nothing happened--Let's go, please?" I pleaded, pulling on the sleeve of his robe.

"Perhaps you're right, Remus--might as well go find MacGonagall, no doubt she already knows about this--"

Just as quickly as he turned to leave, he doubled back and faked a lunge at Malfoy who cowered against the cold stone wall.

We  headed toward the good Professor's office and found Talula standing  flat against the wall, books to her breasts, pale as a ghost. Sirius  reached out and touched her cheek gently. "Thanks for the tip Lulu," he  said gently. My mates also thanked her and offered their assistance  should she ever find herself in need of them...after all, she was marked  as a bona-fide personal friend now. Surely, they'd go after her too.

Gods!  That Mister Black! A warrior one minute and a elegant gentleman the  next...Why couldn't I be like that! Oh, if only I were a girl; I could  justify my weakness...

Sirius got one night's detention for hitting  Malfoy and to my surprise, we didn't have any points taken away! But I  don't believe that MacGonagal was terribly upset about the episode; she  seemed to exude some sort of pride. Still, it was her job to dish out  detentions for "rule-breaking"...

Sirius' detention was to dust the  paintings on the North wall by the staircases. Not to be an easy task  as the stairway's movement would no doubt hinder his progress. I watched  from a landing, my transmogrifications book on my lap. I was supposed  to be writing an essay, but I found that I wasn't able to...Instead, I  found myself watching the muscles of his arms and legs as he climbed up  and down the ladders; my ears listened happily as he easily engaged the  paintings in conversation as he cleaned the old frames and ancient  canvases...

Before I knew it, he was staring down at me grinning,  his arm lazily hanging from a rung on the ladder. Seconds later, he was  crouched down before me. I immediately realized what he had done...

"Hey! You! You just--"

"Apparated, Moony. The root word you're looking for is apparate. Here, say it with me: Ap-a-ray-shun."

I  pulled him close toward me, our faces almost touching; I could see the  flecks of cobalt in his gray eyes and I felt the fabric of his shirt  slipping through my sweat-soaked fingers. "That's highly illegal!" I  whispered desperately. "What if you get caught!"

He licked my nose as a dog would do and grinned. "So what?"

I wiped my nose and grimaced. "So what! That kind of thing can get you expelled!"

"Ah, you worry too  much Remus."

"Yeah, and if I didn't--"

He winked at me and then turned toward the paintings on the North wall. "Can I go now? I really have to study--"

"Of  course you can, my dear--we won't tell--" the lady in the nursery  painting said. "You've worked so hard and you've been marvelous  company!"

He bowed low and lavishly and turned toward me. "Come on Moony, let's go before they change their minds--" ____

I  don't think I'll ever forget the night while in our sixth year when  they showed their animagus forms to me. As I recall, I wasn't in the  best of moods, as the cycle of the moon was waning and nearing  completion to the full moon.

"We've something to show you, Remus. Why don't you sit down," James asked gently.

"I'll stand I think, thanks," I said bluntly.

"Suit yourself--hey Sirius, why don't you go stand by him, just in case he faints or something?"

Sirius chuckled as he sat up and slid off his bed, which was next to mine. "Won't let nothing happen to ya Remus."

I clearly remember snorting at his comment and him nearly in a giggle fit from excitement.

Peter  went first. He had been sitting on the window sill and his eyes  twinkled and his nose began to twitch. Then his body flailed a bit, but  for only a half-second. I thought for a moment that he was having some  sort of fit or something far worse. What ever it was, I didn't want him  to give it to me; I had enough to deal with. Before I knew it, he was  scurrying across the sill, to the desk, and down the front of it,  quickly running across the floor, his four little legs a blur and his  little rat tail flailing behind him and he climbed up my bed spread and  sat up on his hind legs and began to paw at his face. I've since learned  that rats do this when they're nervous. I picked him up.

"Peter! Merlin's beard! Look what you've done! Lads! Look what he did! This is brilliant!"

"Yeah, we know. But you haven't seen anything yet."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see," Sirius whispered as he leaned on the bed post and crossed his ankles.

James  was the next to transform. He removed his glasses and carefully placed  them on the chest next to his bed, got down on all fours and put his  head down. I noticed that his hands were the first to change, although  really, the change occurs simultaneously. Within a  few seconds, I was  standing before a young, snorting buck.

I think my feet fell out  from beneath me as I found myself clutching Peter tightly to my chest as  Sirius crawled on the bed next to me.

"So what do you think of all this, Remus?"

I was speechless to be sure.

"Well, you're gonna love this--oh and you really should know that we learned how to do this for you--"

My hand seized the sleeve of his shirt and he sat down next to me. "What do you mean, for me?"

"Well, I thought, we thought that you shouldn't have to go through the transformation alone--"

Slowly  it had dawned on me...what they had done...and why. "No. I can't let you do  this, Sirius. I just can't--what--what if one of you gets--"

"We  won't. We'll already be in our animagus forms. The rest, my friend, is  up to you." He slid off my bed and held out his hand. "Trust me."

I  looked into his gray eyes and watched his somber expression (which had  become a common place sight, I didn't like it) turn jubilant as I took  his hand and let him pull me to the edge of my bed. He winked and backed  away.

He looked at me one last time, grinned that wicked little  grin of his and I watched in awe as his eyes changed to pale blue orbs  as the rest of his body followed. Within mere seconds, I was face to  face, or rather belly to face with this humungous black dog who would  forever be known as Padfoot. He reared up and stood on his massive hind  legs and placed his fore paws on my shoulders. I could swear he was  still grinning. And as he had done on countless occasions, he once again  licked my nose. I fought hard to contain my joy, the tears threatened  to spill down my cheeks and I felt the creature, so close to the  forefront in me, howl. I threw my arms around him as he barked  jubilantly and I found myself laughing out loud. Peter squeaked and  James, well...he sort of snorted toward the door to our dorm as a hoof  clicked on the stone floor.

Peter was the first to transform to his human form.

"This  was his idea, you know," he said pointing to Padfoot who was writhing  on the floor, a lone sock already in his mouth. "So what do you think?"

"Not sure what to think really, Pete." I was too busy marveling at the major magical feat they had somehow managed to get by me.

"Well, I heard you say, 'brilliant!'"

"Well--it is!"

James  had transformed and was watching Padfoot jump up on his bed pull at the  blanket for an impromptu game of tug. "I think that really suits him,  mates. What say you, eh?" He began to tug at the blanket, fighting for  control against the mighty Padfoot.

"I think it does," I agreed. "I really think it does."

"Maybe he won't be in such a foul mood all the time now," Pete teased.

"Hey, maybe he can make it permanent--" James teased.

Padfoot, who with James' assistance, had somehow managed to tangle himself in the blanket, peeked his head out and snorted.

The  first time Sirius sat with me through a transformation was terrifying  for us both. He huddled in the very corner of the bedroom of the Shack  and watched in horror as I began to undergo the change. The last thing I  remember saying to him as my eyes' vision changed was to transform...he  said I had ended the sentence in a horrific and painful howl.

I  don't remember watching Padfoot crawl over to the creature that I had  become; I didn't know that I'd hurt him. But I had. And when I had  awakened in the school's hospital and saw the bandage on his arm, I  screamed out in horror.