#Minerva mcgonagall was a mother figure to all of them

[nightingale2004]

Severus Snape as a parent headcanons

At first, he was terrified, worried, and panicking due to his past with his parents and was afraid he would hurt his own child like his dad did to him or neglect them like his mother (unintentionally).

As soon as he saw his child, he fell completely in love. He was still scared, but all he wanted to do in that moment was protect and love them until his last breathe

He made a vow that he would be better than his own father and try to give his child everything he never had.

He would prepare for every possible scenario (fevers, teething, diseases, baby proofing, medicine, etc)

He would expel any and every sign of alcohol (except if it's for disinfecting) from his home

He would buy the child bunches of toys since he never had any growing up.

He would've had an endless supply of diapers when the child was a baby (I do mean ENDLESS)

The people in Severus's life who know about his child are the Malfoys, Charity, and her wife Aurora (they are married) and Minerva McGonagall (who would tell Dumbledore so he knows as well)

The child would have black hair, black eyes, and pale skin like Severus. Their nose is smaller than Severus's nose which he is grateful for.

As soon as everyone saw the child, they immediately fell in love.

I think Severus would name Narcissa and Lucius as godparents (mostly because Narcissa kept pestering Severus about it and she would use the godfather card), and they spoil the child rotten along with Aurora and Charity

Minerva loves the child and helps Severus out when she can. She also becomes a grandmother figure and a mother figure to Severus and the child

Severus makes sure the child is not spoiled a lot by the Malfoys, so the child won't be a spoiled brat.

Severus is very overprotective and always keeps an eye on them. He constantly worries about them and is always vigilante of his surroundings, especially with his child

He educates them about both the wizarding world and the muggle world.

He cooks for them, he's a master chef.

He also teaches them potions

He teaches them about gardening and uses his magic to entertain them sometimes (he loves seeing his child smile)

He takes them to the park and they have fun.

He plays with them and sets up play dates with his child and Draco along with Aurora and Charity's child.

Minerva loves babysitting the child, and both she and severus make sure the child is ahead of their studies and not slacking

The child is either in Ravenclaw or Slytherin.

Severus always keeps the dark wizards away from his family with the Malfoys help of course.

When the child first did accidental magic, they made flowers grow from their hands and hair and made things levitate.

The child would be just as protective of their dad as Severus is of his child.

Draco and Severus's child are practically siblings

I feel like Regulus would be afraid of the child, but shortly after, fall in love with them (similar to Draco)

Narcissa treats Severus's child as her own along with Lucius.

Severus is strict, but he is reasonable with his child.

He also taught them how to dance along with Draco and Charity and Aurora's child.

He does not trust Bellatrix to be alone with his child

If he adopted Harry, his child and Harry would be siblings as well.

If Tobias was still alive at this time. Severus is keeping his child FAR AWAY FROM THAT MAN (HE HAS NO RIGHT TO COME ANYWHERE NEAR HIS CHILD)

Severus moved away from Cokeworth with Lucius, Narcissa, Charity, Aurora, and McGonagalls help, and he lives in a small flat with enough room for him and his child

I feel like he would have the child before the death eaters, but that's just me. I also feel like he would want to change his last name to his mother's maiden name or whoever the mother of the child's name is because of Tobias

What about you guys? Do you think he would've had a child before or after he became a death eater? What would happen if he saw Lily at the park or on the street with Harry? Would this be before or after Voldemort died? What happens if he sees one of the marauders with his child? Would he be teaching?

I hope you guys enjoy it and let me know what you all think

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[saintsenara]

back with more for @hprecfest - although i'll be skipping day three because i have the concentration span of a kitten and therefore no chance of making it through a podfic...

day two: favourite comfort fics

two boys kissing by writcraft sirius black/severus snape mature | 6.8k words

why i recommend it:

because I'm a sucker for both sirius and snape getting a happy ending, and this fic delivers this within a beautiful, gentle examination of the horrors of sirius' young adult life and the way that hope and desire are things he clings to during the lonely misery of his confinement in azkaban. the repeated motif of the sky always gets to me:

when he showers, he whistles a song. he’s not sure he knows it’s name, but he can remember strobe lights and the way snape looked when he was as young as sirius can remember him being. that was back in the days when severus tried so hard not to be queer and sirius thought he had everything to live for.

sirius spits out toothpaste into the sink and contemplates himself in the mirror. it looks like there’ll be a thunderstorm tonight. he puts his toothbrush into the glass and moves into the room, poking his head out of the window. the wind has gathered momentum but the sky is clear.

he breathes in the air and watches the stars.

so bracing by @kellychambliss minerva mcgonagall/severus snape teen | 9.2k words

why i recommend it:

because i love to see older woman/younger man relationships in fandom - there's still far too few of them - and because i love to see fics from the perspective of minor characters, and this, which is as much a careful and generous character study of tom the barman (and the town of skegness) as it is of its central couple never fails to make me smile:

tom took the chance of sitting down again, and when he didn't get tossed out on his arse, he felt a little emboldened. "and you thought you wanted this? life in a muggle pub in skegness?"

snape loaded a glass into a dishpan, and then another. and another.

"my family," he said, just when tom had decided that he probably wasn't going to say anything at all. "my family wasn't one for holidays. it was all my father could do to keep food on the table, once the mills failed. and once the drinking started. but before all that, there was one summer -- spring, actually. may. we couldn't afford high summer season. da somehow saw his way clear to taking my mother and me to the seaside. i was about six. we came here. skegness. we froze our arses off."

"skegness is. . . so bracing," tom murmured, and snape snorted.

"in a word. three days in a grotty little caravan. cheap, greasy food. saw a sad muggle magic show." he loaded more glasses with a crash. "i loved it. fucking loved the lot of it. "

never gonna give you up by @laeveteinn harry potter/lord voldemort teen | 15k words

why i recommend it:

because it makes me shriek. i'm not usually a fan of either professor harry or professor voldemort fics, but it turns out that my exception is when they're forced to work together as a team because harry's newly-divorced and adrift in a world which no longer makes sense and voldemort's a ghost who's obsessed with memes:

“what are you thinking so intently about?” voldemort murmurs. “you mustn’t overtax your brain, it wasn’t meant for hard activity.”

harry snorts. “honestly, i’m just trying to figure out where albus got his bad taste in men. it’s not ginny; lars isn’t actually that terrible.”

and for some reason, voldemort lets out a lengthy sigh.

clay by @titconao3 harry potter & severus snape general | 46k words

why i recommend it:

because i have an unstoppable fondness for the concept of redemption, which is hugely and unfairly maligned in this fandom, and this story is an astonishingly beautiful meditation on the theme, not only in how it approaches both snape and harry as they come to terms with the war and what it has taken from them, but in how it portrays tobias snape and his own reckoning with his past and quest to make amends with his son:

tobias was on a roll. “you lot, always talking about your magic, waving your bloody sticks around like it makes you better than us normal people…” he slammed his hands on the table and severus shuddered, his fists opening and closing around nothing. he’d left his wand in the room; it wasn’t like he could use it, and he had to trust potter could deal with tobias snape. the man was nothing, to a boy who’d faced the dark lord and come out the victor. “you’re not. you’re not! your goddamn magic… we’d have been better off without it, i’m telling you.” severus looked again through the crack and saw tobias with his back turned on potter, his shoulders shaking. he was angry, but not yet taking it out on potter. maybe he was scared of potter’s wand; maybe now that he was sober he was better at keeping his violence in check. either way, severus didn’t trust it would last forever. it never had, before.

to forgive divine by jellybeany neville longbottom/draco malfoy teen | 7.4k words

why i recommend it:

because there are days when you need eighth-year fluff, and this sort of fluff is so rarely given to neville as a central character, but it should be:

he’d wondered if it was something like that, to be honest. 

because, because. malfoy was always so interested. he’d read in a fortune cookie once that the opposite of love isn’t hate, it's indifference.

which was a rubbish fortune at the time, but it’s relevant now.

#hp rec fest #asenora fic recs #sirius black #severus snape #minerva mcgonagall #harry potter #lord voldemort #neville longbottom #draco malfoy

[carewyncromwell]

Ron 🤝 Carewyn

Of all of Bill's siblings, Carewyn knew Ginny and Ron the least well. Considering she hadn't gone to school with them at all, she had only really been able to interact with them over the holidays or (in Ginny's case) the one school year before the youngest Weasley went to Hogwarts. Because Ron went to school the year immediately following Carewyn's own graduation and eventually chose to stay at school over Christmas break for most of his time at Hogwarts, the young up-and-coming lawyer had the least amount of time to get to spend time with Ron one-on-one. Despite this, Carewyn was still very fond of Ron, as she was with all the Weasleys, and Ron had warm feelings toward Carewyn both as one of Bill and Charlie's closest friends and as someone who honestly acted a lot like his mother, Molly, except (in Fred and George's words) "cooler." She'd even gifted Ron one of his largest and nicest Chudley Cannons posters.

One of the things Ron and Carewyn were able to talk about during the holidays, on those occasions where Carewyn could come over, were their respective friend groups. Ron told Carewyn all about Harry Potter and Hermione Granger the summer after his first year, and Carewyn was immediately reminded of her time with Bill, Rowan, Penny, and Ben, who had been her first friends.

"Hermione's Muggle-born, but she's the smartest girl in our year, easily," Ron explained. "She even stays awake during Binns's lectures, somehow! And passes all his tests!"

This made Carewyn giggle behind her hand, remembering the wonderful days at school when her best friend Rowan would give her own History of Magic lectures in front of their class while Binns was asleep.

"Maybe she should teach the class herself, if she's so capable at it," Carewyn said amusedly. "Then maybe everyone would get a proper education in the subject."

Seeing usually cool Carewyn laugh made a brighter, prouder light dance through Ron's expression and he grinned that little bit bigger.

"You'll love Harry when you meet him, though," he said fervently. "All of you will. He's the nicest bloke I've ever met. And you should see him on a broom! He can catch the Snitch like nobody's business. In his real first match, he even caught the bloody thing in his mouth! It was an accident, mind you, but still -- a first year catching the Snitch at all, and that quickly -- you gotta admit, that's pretty brilliant!"

"It is," agreed Carewyn. "As is a first year being chosen for a Quidditch team at all -- even the best fliers I knew at school were only chosen in their second year. Potter has good reason to be proud of himself."

Ron's expression grew a bit more serious, even though the smile didn't fade.

"...I know," he said lowly. "That's the thing, though. 'Cause he does have good reason to be proud! He's brave, clever, funny -- brilliant at Quidditch...not to mention that he beat You-Know-Who not just as a baby, but even this year when he wanted at the Philosopher's Stone, all by himself! He's rich -- he practically bought the whole trolley when we first met, just so we could try all the different sweets together! The professors all like him, aside from Snape...McGonagall even gifted him a brand new Nimbus 2000, when he first joined the Gryffindor team!"

Carewyn raised her eyebrows. "Really?"

Minerva must've really believed in Potter's abilities, to be that blatant in her favoritism toward her Quidditch team, she thought more cynically than her voice and face would suggest. And to pay for something the player could've more than afforded himself...

Ron nodded.

"Most people like him, and everybody knows his name. But even with all that...Harry doesn't see what he's done as that big a deal. He never brags, or acts all high-and-mighty, or looks down his nose at anyone...well, maybe aside from Malfoy, but that prat deserves it, trust me. And the only reason I can figure for it is...at home, his family -- his uncle, aunt, and cousin, I mean -- treat him like rubbish! They bully him, and ignore him, and put him down -- they don't treat him like family. When he's Harry Potter! Not just the Boy Who Lived -- but a really, truly awesome person..."

Ron rested his head on his hands, his eyes narrowing on the carpet a bit. His smile had faded over the course of his explanation.

"...That's why...I want Harry here, this summer. I want him here, and away from those rotten Muggles who tried to 'stamp' his magic out of him and used to lock him up in a closet under the stairs when they were cross with him! I want to be there for him, like at school -- to make sure he knows he's brilliant, no matter what the Muggles say. I know we don't have much, and I know our place is cramped and rundown and all, but...I want him here, with us. I want him to know what family's supposed to be like. And I think...if I brought him here, I think he'd be just as happy as I'd be to have him! The thought of being invited to my house -- my small, crowded, rickety old house with my tiny shoe-box of a room -- it made Harry so happy, you would've thought I was Father Christmas or something!"

Ron looked up at Carewyn with something oddly self-conscious in his flushed, freckled face. It was like he was experiencing a feeling he'd never really known before and was having trouble explaining.

"...I just...he needs me, Carey. You know?"

Carewyn's expression softened. Very gently she brought a hand onto Ron's shoulder so as to steer him into a sideways hug.

"I do," she said kindly. "And you know, I think Bill does too."

She felt Ron relax under her arm, clearly encouraged.

"Yeah?" asked Ron. Like Ginny, he'd always looked up to Bill.

"Mm-hmm," said Carewyn with a fond red-lipsticked smile. "Because from what Bill told me later...he felt the same way about me, back in the day. Thinking I shouldn't have to do things by myself and wanting to be there for me. Wanting me over at the Burrow for the winter holidays, just so I didn't have to spend Christmas alone."

This brought the smile back to Ron's face.

"That's why I stayed at Hogwarts this last Christmas," he explained. "Hermione was going back to her parents, and the rest of the boys in our dorm weren't staying either...so Harry would've spent the holidays all alone, if I hadn't stayed..."

Carewyn smiled and gave Ron's shoulder a light squeeze. "I'm sure Harry really appreciated that."

The conversation was so casual that Carewyn didn't think on it again until years later, in the midst of the Second Wizarding War.

The Ministry of Magic had fallen to the Death Eaters, and everything both there and in the outside world was grim. Dolores Umbridge was head of the new Muggle-Born Registration Commission, and the Auror Department was out seeking "Undesirables" for their new Death Eater overlords. And one day, in the midst of several trials for captured Muggle-borns, Carewyn collided with a rather harried Magical Maintenance wizard in sopping wet robes looking for someone in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"Sorry, I'm looking for Bernie -- have you -- ?"

As soon as Carewyn walked by the small, ferret-esque wizard talking with the witch at the second desk on the right, though, she immediately sensed something was off. Carewyn didn't know Reg Cattermole at all, but her natural Legilimency had become very sensitive in her time as a lawyer, and she could just sense deception coming off of him. What he was saying was a lie. And so she paused off to the side and watched the exchange.

"Oh -- hello, Reg," said the witch, sounding bemused. Clearly she wasn't incredibly familiar with the custodian either, but was humoring him, even as she continued to organize the files in front of her. "I'm afraid Bernie's already left -- he's gone off to help with turning the rain off in the Department of Magical Transportation -- "

"Wha -- ?" the wizard called Reg couldn't seem to stop himself, before halfheartedly accepting the witch's assistance. "Right -- um -- thanks..."

As he turned as if to head back to the lift, he nearly ran right into Carewyn.

"Ah!" his eyes widened noticeably at the sight of her. "Care -- I mean, Ms. Cromwell! H-how nice to see you..."

Carewyn's blue eyes narrowed upon his face.

"Likewise," she said lightly.

Considering we've never spoken.

It was as Carewyn stared into this stranger's eyes, though, that something scratched at the inside of her brain -- multiple familiar, happy voices, echoing in delight at the sight of her --

"Carewyn dear!" "Carey!"

Carewyn flinched. The shift in expression made the wizard called Reg falter a bit too, his expression looking noticeably more wary. Images of Albert Runcorn looking oddly anxious danced over her mind.

"She had to go down to Courtroom Three with Umbridge, she couldn't refuse -- "

"You said you were looking for Bernie Pensworth, Reg?" Carewyn said abruptly. "Why don't you come with me -- I already told him I'd help him with 'turning the rain off' downstairs..."

The wizard called Reg looked stuck halfway between relief and utter terror.

"Ah -- y-yeah! Uh -- that'd be great! Thanks!"

He followed Carewyn back to the lift, shooting her unsure glances out the side of his eye. Carewyn could hear more familiar voices rippling off of him --

"Did you say Occlumency? ...You know Carey had to study that too, right, Ron? That's the opposite of Legilimency..."

"Shame he has to study it with Severus Snape, though -- "

" -- he needs me, you know?"

It was strange enough hearing Bill and Arthur in this stranger's head -- but it was the final familiar sentiment, and the image of Albert Runcorn in the elevator accompanying it, that made Carewyn stiffen.

Ron...?

" -- he needs me -- "

Carewyn and the wizard called Reg made it back into the lift, and Carewyn very sharply closed it behind her before anyone else could join them inside.

Reg made as if to press a button, but Carewyn stopped him, placing her hand over the console.

"Which floor do you need to get off at?" she asked in a very soft, urgent voice.

Reg gave a start. "Huh?"

"Which floor is your friend on?" said Carewyn.

She looked right at the modestly-sized man, fixing him with a very sharp, meaningful expression.

Very slowly the wizard called Reg -- in truth, Ron Weasley -- seemed to melt, his expression giving way to pure, unadulterated relief.

"...Level Nine," he breathed. "They're both in Courtroom Three, with Umbridge -- "

"Then we're getting you down there," said Carewyn firmly.

She took out her wand and used it to push in the floor button for the ninth floor. While doing so, she whispered, "Epoximise."

The button, rather than going back into its proper place after being pushed, stayed stuck where it was. The lift then headed straight down, even seemingly ignoring the other floors where people were waiting.

"Tonks taught me that trick," Carewyn said with a wry smile. "Folks around here use it as a cheap way to get to their offices quickly, when they're running late for their shifts..."

Ron as Reg Cattermole grinned from ear to ear. "Tonks really is bloody brilliant!"

"Yes, she is."

Ron's smile faltered as Carewyn turned to him very solemnly.

"Listen -- we don't have much time. I was just upstairs near the Minister's office, and I heard someone say something about a hole in Umbridge's office door. I don't know if it's connected to what you're up to, but considering your friends are down there with Umbridge right now, I have a bad feeling they might've caught on to you being here. If so, it's very possible the Minister might order the fireplaces in the Atrium sealed, to try to prevent anyone from escaping -- "

Ron noticed them passing the Atrium out the side of his eye, but Carewyn didn't even make any effort to stop it early. She knew Ron wasn't going to try to bail out without his friends -- just as she never would've.

"My Sticking Charm might keep this lift from being called elsewhere for a little while, but only that. Fifteen minutes, at most. I need you to get to Courtroom Three, get your friends, and get them back here as fast as you can. Then take the lift straight to the Atrium. I'll go back up the stairs myself, so that this lift stays here for you..."

When they arrived, the doors clanged open with a cool, serene "Level Nine: Department of Mysteries." Both Carewyn and Ron bolted out, heading right for the stairs.

"Carey -- " said Ron. He couldn't stop himself from throwing his much shorter arms around her and giving her a tight hug. "You're the best!"

But Carewyn quickly extricated herself, even as she squeezed his arm affectionately. "Go, quickly!"

As Ron ran off, she couldn't help but call "Be careful!" in such a gravelly whisper after him that she wasn't sure if he heard her or not. Sadly she couldn't afford to wait to make sure he made it back -- instead she had to run back upstairs.

Carewyn wouldn't be able to dawdle around in the Atrium, to ensure Ron and his friends' escape -- but maybe if she went back and sabotaged the other lifts the same way, it might just slow down anyone coming from Level One or Two just enough to give them a real chance...

Friendship Drabble Prompt!

#friendship drabbles #my writing #carewyn cromwell #ron weasley #harry potter #hermione granger #nymphadora tonks #dolores umbridge #yay finally the last of the weasleys!! #carewyn loves this family so much <33

[misscrimsondawn]

ᴺᵒⁿ⁻ᵐᵃᵍⁱᶜᵃˡ, ᴹᵘᵍᵍˡᵉ ᴬᵁ.

𝑪𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓!𝒂𝒖

•Young Minerva McGonagall has wanted to become a ballerina since childhood, but does not pass the qualifying tests in Paris. She does not want to return home to Scotland because of a conflict with her mother, a former famous ballerina who left everything for the sake of her family. Minerva's mother never approved of her passion for ballet, because it reminded her of the past.. Therefore, Minerva decides to stay in Paris and gets a job in a cabaret, in a troupe of dancers. The director of the cabaret is A.P.W.B. Dumbledore, a mysterious figure. a middle-aged Englishman whose reputation is full of rumors. Minerva knows only his last name for a long time, and a month later she meets an eccentric man in the dressing room who introduces himself as Brian. he helps Minerva with a complex costume, zips it up. from that moment on, friendly relationships gradually begin between them, which gradually develop into a different, loving feeling.

I guessed everything, but you still lied to me.

not at all. Brian is part of my full name, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

#hp #harry potter #albus dumbledore #minerva mcgonagall #albus x minerva #malbus #admm #mmad #malbus edit #au #my edit

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Perfect Little Family - Remus Lupin X Female Reader

Title: Perfect Little Family

Remus Lupin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Harry, Hermione (Mentioned), Ron (Mentioned), Hagrid, Albus, McGonagall, Sirius, Peter (Mentioned), James, Lily (Mentioned), Draco, and Lucious (Mentioned)

WC: 3,346

Warnings: Mention of the war, mention of bullying, mention of death, Harry being orphaned, change in the Harry Potter story, very very long

Holding little baby Harry in your arms, you held him close to your chest as you stood in a room with Albus, Minerva, and Rubeus. They were trying to figure out what to do with Harry; where to drop him off and live his life. Albus was wanting to leave Harry with his aunt and uncle, Lily's sister. But, you have heard about them from Rubeus. They sounded like despicable people. You didn't want to leave Harry with them. Not one bit. It made you feel sick to the stomach that they may be raising him.

The poor baby had lost his parents and you didn't want him to live with his terrible aunt and uncle. You were closer to James and Lily than her sister was. If you could, you would watch over baby Harry and raise him as your own.

"Minerva watched them, Albus. You know how selfish and terrible they are." You told them. "I don't think I can trust them. What will happen to him?" You asked them all.

"I feel the same way, Y/N." Minerva agreed, turning to you.

Albus fiddled with his beard, thinking, he looked to baby Harry, who slightly fussed in your arms, before seemingly falling asleep.

You knew exactly what he wanted to say. He was going to tell you to take Harry. To raise him as your own, and not let anyone else touch him.

At least that was what you had hoped he would say.

"Please, Albus. I can take care of him. I'll take ten years off and you don't have to pay me, I have enough saved up from my parents until then. We all know Harry is going to go to Hogwarts eventually. Once he goes, I'll come back and resume my teaching." You offered and the room went silent.

Rubeus nodded, a smile on his face. "I like Y/N's idea."

Albus frowned, looking at all three of you. He was torn between leaving Harry with them for the sake of being with his mother's sister or watching him grow up with you.

What did Harry want? Was it safe to give him away? Would you ever see him again? You had so many questions, but no answers.

Albus stood up, coming over to you. He looked to Harry in your arms, softly sleeping. He knew you cared for him as a mother would. He knew you wanted to be a mother, but you never had the time. Now was your chance.

"How does this sound?" Albus asked, placing his hand on top of yours. "Harry will stay with you. If you'll have him."

"It sounds perfect, Albus." You whispered softly.

He smiled, "Then it's decided. Harry will stay with Ms. L/N until he is of age to make his own decisions."

"Thank you, Albus." You spoke, tears in your eyes as you cradles Harry in your arms, brushing his unruly black locks.

~~~

Harry wouldn't stop crying. And you didn't know why. He didn't go to the bathroom, he ate moments before, and he had his nap before that. Bouncing him in your arms, you tried to calm him down but nothing seemed to work. Pacing the room, you tried to think about what Harry could possibly need.

"Harry, baby, please stop crying." You pleaded with him. "Auntie's here." You mumbled, rubbing Harry's back.

Even you were about to start crying from frustration and exhaustion until there was a knock at the door. You turned to the door, confused. You weren't expecting anyone. Hastily walking over you peeked through the peephole, smiling with relief when you saw who was on the other side.

Opening the door, you smiled at the man before you.

"Thank Godric, you're here, Remus." You sighed, leaning against the wall. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with him. He won't calm down. He keeps screaming."

Remus took Harry from your arms, holding the baby boy in his arms, and quietly soothing him, Harry's cries turned into simple whimpers until he stopped completely.

"How did you do that?" You asked in surprise and awe.

"He's probably just cranky," Remus said. "I'm sure you've been doing everything you can, but children are very sensitive. It's hard to figure out their needs sometimes."

You nodded, happy that Harry was okay now.

"Why'd you come over, Remus." You asked, shutting the door.

"Not like I don't want you here or anything, I'm just curious." You rambled, your face blushing from embarrassment.

"I wanted to see how you two were doing." Remus said with a chuckle. "I guess you're alright then."

"We are, thank you." You smiled at him.

Then you both fell into an awkward silence. You had known Remus for a long time. Ever since the first year of your time in Hogwarts. Later you became friends with James, Peter, Sirius, and Lily, and the rest was history. Throughout your time at Hogwarts, you had grown close to Remus. You two would study together, and sit beside each other during meals. Really, anywhere you were together, you sat or stood next to each other. You understood each other. You were both nerdy; loved to read. You even knew about his furry problem.

It wasn't until the third year that you realized you had a huge crush on Remus. You tried to hide it. You would try to act cool around him, but it got harder and harder to keep up the charade.

"So, Remus, do you want to stay for dinner?" You asked finally breaking the silence.

"Sure, I'd love to." Remus answered happily. "I haven't eaten yet today."

You smiled, going to the kitchen, Remus followed and watched as you began to make dinner.

Remus watched as you moved around the room, opening cupboards and grabbing the necessary items you needed. He would admit, that his crush on you had grown to love after all the years he had known you. He found himself staring at you often, wondering what it would be like to kiss you. Or have you in his arms.

"So," Remus said, trying to fill the silence, "What have you been up to lately?"

"Oh, well, I've been working quite a bit." You told him. "Albus sends me some paperwork, but other than that I just take care of Harry."

Remus laughed, "I bet he's keeping you busy."

"More than you could imagine." You giggled. "But I wouldn't change it for the world."

"Well, I'm glad you're happy. He seems happy too." Remus spoke, looking down at Harry who was distracted poking and prodding Remus's face.

Remus would like nothing more than to stay with you and Harry. But, he didn't want to be a burden, especially with his furry problem. But, the thought of you always beside him again, just like the old times, taking care of Harry together; watching as he grew up. Like a little family. That was all he wanted.

"So, how is life?" You asked, getting your hands dirty while making your pasta dish. "Anything new or exciting?"

"Same ole, same ole." Remus shrugged. "Just working when I can, ya know?"

"Sounds boring." You chuckled. "I haven't heard much from you either." You mumbled and Remus frowned.

"Sorry, I mean, I'm sorry I don't talk to you as much anymore." Remus apologized. "I'm not sure if we're friends anymore, but I still think of you."

Your cheeks flushed and you ducked your head. "Of course, we're still friends, Remus. There is no way we wouldn't be."

"I miss us," Remus confessed. "There was a time when you were the only person I talked to about things. Nowadays, I'm not really close with anyone."

Drying your hands on a dishrag, you walked over to Remus, the frown on your face matched his.

"I know we have both been through a lot. Even little Harry here." You spoke, smiling softly down at Harry who cooed at you.

"We've lost a lot of people dear to us," Remus said sadly. He looked down at Harry. "I wish we could go back to how it used to be. Before Lily and James died. When we were happy. I remember when we were all best friends."

Stepping closer, you wrapped an arm around Remus and Harry, your other hand petting Harry's messy hair. "We are all still best friends. Death can't stop that."

Remus smiled, you were right. He didn't want to lose that feeling of friendship. The one that the Marauders once had. And he didn't want to lose you, that was for sure. You were the glue that tied him together. You were the one who kept him sane.

"I want to get better," Remus confessed. "I want to move on and get better. For Harry's sake."

You kissed Remus's cheek, his cheeks flushing pink, "I believe you can. You have a good heart, Remus."

Remus nodded, closing his eyes, "You don't know how much that means to me, Y/N."

"Let's eat." You suggested, kissing Remus's cheek again.

"Alright." Remus agreed, sitting down at the table.

~~~

"Sirus, where is Remus?" You asked, but you didn't get an answer.

"He's sleeping," James spoke with a yawn, pointing to Sirius on the couch, his mouth open as well as his eyes.

"He sleeps with his eyes open?" You asked, looking at the playboy with raised brows before turning to the Seeker.

"Yep, I know, he's weird," James muttered, rubbing his eyelids tiredly.

Last night was a full moon, and the boys went out in their forms to make sure Remus didn't do anything too rash.

Crossing your arms, you frowned. "Is he still with Mrs. Promfrey?"

James nodded and before he could say anything more, you left the Gryffindor common room and went straight to the hospital wing.

Saying a quick hello to Mrs. Pomfrey, you quickly made your way to the furthest bed in the room. There, Remus lay, eyes closed, softly breathing. His chest rose and fell with each breath.

"Remus?" You called softly, sitting down on the bed, taking his hand in yours.

Opening his eyes, Remus gave you a tired smile. "Hi..."

You gave him a smile, eyes slightly watering. "Hey, you. How are you feeling?"

"I'm tired," Remus admitted. "I feel like a Mandrake knocked me out."

"I understand how you feel." You laughed gently. "Since that happened to me in our fourth year."

Remus chuckled lightly, his chest hurting as he did so. "I remember. I got so angry when James and Sirius did that prank on you. Real gits, they are."

"They are," You laughed. "But, Remus, are you alright?"

Remus smiled sadly, "You asked me that last time."

You nodded, frowning, looking down at his bandaged hand in yours.

"Yeah, I know. But I can't help it. I'm always worried about you."

Remus sighed, his voice soft as he continued, "I'm sorry. I wish I could tell you that I am fine, Y/N, but I can't."

Your heart broke for him as you brought Remus's hand to your mouth, pressing gentle kisses to his new scars. "It's okay, Remus. Please don't apologize. It's not your fault."

"It is though," Remus tried to argue, but you wouldn't have it.

"No, it isn't," You shook your head. "You should be proud of yourself for pulling through after all this time."

Remus sighed, resting back against the pillows, his eyes closing again. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," You told him. "Do you want some chocolate?"

Opening his eyes quickly, Remus slowly sat up, nodding. "Yes, please."

You smiled at him, reached into your pocket, and pulled out a chocolate bar. Bringing it to his lips, you helped him eat it, one bite at a time.

"You know..." Remus began, munching on a piece of the chocolate bar. "I can feed myself."

You shook your head, gesturing to his bandaged hands. "I don't want you to hurt your hands more."

Remus chuckled, before wincing in slight pain. He took your right hand in his own, lifting it to his lips and kissing your palm. "You're so sweet, Y/N."

You blushed heavily, Taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his own palm. "Well, I try."

Remus gave you another soft smile, his blue eyes glimmering. "I know you do."

You smirked, "If you weren't bedridden I would hit you right now."

Remus laughed quietly. "That sounds fun." He spoke teasingly.

"It does," You agreed, leaning down and kissing his cheek. "Now, go to sleep, Remus. Get some rest because tomorrow is a school day, and I... We want you to get better."

Remus nodded, and you watched as he laid back down, his eyes closing immediately.

"Goodnight, Remus," You whispered.

"Night, Y/N."

~~~

"Bye, Aunt Y/N. Bye, Remus." Harry spoke, hugging the two of you.

You held onto Harry, ruffling his hair before kissing his cheek goodbye. Remus wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you waved Harry off. Tears falling down your cheeks.

"You know you'll see him tomorrow, right. You'll be his teacher." Remus teased and you nodded, wiping your face with your hand.

"I know, but he's just grown up so fast." You sighed. "I'm going to miss him."

Remus nodded, a sad expression on his face. "He'll be okay."

It had been ten years, and Harry got his letter from Hogwarts. He was starting school and you knew he was going to make friends. He was a special boy, even without his scar.

"I'm going to miss him too," Remus said, pulling you closer as the train began to pull out of the station. "Maybe I should visit you more often, so you're not lonely."

Harry waved to the two of you, and you both waved back, smiles on your faces. "Maybe you don't have to visit." You began.

Looking up at the man, you blushed. "You could just move in." You whispered. "Harry and I would love it."

He smiled, "I was thinking the same thing."

"Perfect. I'll be working only part-time, so I'll be with Harry at school half the week and come home to you the rest of the week. And Harry comes home for the breaks."

Remus grinned, "Sounds like a plan."

"The best plan." You added, kissing Remus's cheek.

Taking his hand, you turned to the brick wall, but Remus wasn't following. Confused, you turned around.

"Remus?"

He said nothing, a small shy smile on his face. He pulled you in, your hands landing on his chest. Remus looked down at your lips and back up, silently asking permission. You nodded, stepping impossibly closer.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

You nodded, "Yes."

"Okay."

Remus leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes closed as your mind went blank. He deepened the kiss, pressing his body flush against yours, wrapping his arms around your waist. You slid your hands up and across his shoulders, raking your hands through his hair at the nape of his neck. Breaking away from the kiss, you both stared into each other's eyes.

"I've been wanting to do that since our second year," Remus muttered, reaching up to gently place his hand on your cheek.

"Since our third year for me." You muttered softly, still in awe from his kiss.

Remus chuckled softly, "I'm sorry for the wait."

You gently shook your head, taking Remus's hand on your cheek into your hands. Kissing the small scars on his hand as you used to in school.

"Worth the wait."

~~~

Harry walked into his next class, excited to his aunt. He was really happy to have her class. Especailly with his friends, Ron and Herminone.

"Welcome to Ancient Studies. We're going to start off by learning about some simple ancient spells." You spoke, smiling once your eyes landed on Harry.

It took a bit to convince Albus to let Harry be in your class, but you were happy that you finally convinced the old man, letting Harry join in his third year.

It had been a very stressful beginning of the school year. Sirius had escaped Askaban. Rumors of him wanting to kill Harry were brewing. You knew Sirius, he wouldn't kill Harry. Remus, though, thought otherwise. On top of that, Remus was joining Hogwarts to teach DADA, which made you happy. You hated not being able to see him as much.

"Harry, why don't you answer the first question on the board?"

Harry looked to the board seeing, "What spell would conjure a Patronus?"

"Expecto Patronum." He answered and the blonde boy a few seats away from him, scoffed.

"Shouldn't we be learning about ancient spells. We learned that in Charms." He spoke rolling his eyes.

You just smirked back, crossing your arms. "Well, Expecto Patronum has been used since the seventeen hundreds by magic users, which makes it an ancient spell... Mr. Malfoy."

Draco just scoffed.

"Why don't you answer the second question, Malfoy? If you wouldn't be so kind."

The boy stumbled, before answering correctly.

You heard of the Malfoy boy, hearing he bullied Harry. You went to school with his father, Lucius, who had bullied you during most of your time at Hogwarts, until Sirius and James stood up for you. You didn't know the boy personally, but you had this sense that he wasn't like his father.

"Expecto Patronum!"

A bright silver wolf came out of no where, making Draco jump.

The class laughed, but you pointed to a kid in the back, "Jacobson."

The young boy froze, gulping.

"Good work on your pronounaction, but please refrain from using the spell in class, thank you."

~~~

Soon it was time for lunch, the kids all scurried out of the classroom.

"Harry, honey, stay after for a moment, won't you?" You called out to him.

Harry turned to his friends and back to you, heading over to your desk.

"I'll make this quick, I don't want you to miss too much lunch. But, I have something for you." You spoke, opening the drawer of your desk and pulling out a picture frame. You took a moment to gaze at the photo, smiling fondly. Handing it to Harry, he flipped the frame around, freezing.

It was a picture of his mother and father, Lily and James. They were together in front of a fountain, smiling at the camera. James turned to smile at Lily, her turning to nudge him, laughing. They were adorable.

"My parents." Harry mumbled and you nodded.

"Mm-hmm. I wanted you to have this, because... Well, I've been thinking. I have so many pictures at home, so you should have your own. If you want more of them let me know, you deserve them."

Harry smiled and tears formed in his eyes. "Thank you, Aunt Y/N."

"Anytime, sweetheart." You kissed his cheek and he hugged you tightly.

You left him to go to lunch, holding onto it as if it was the only thing keeping him alive. You closed your desk drawer, and pushed in your chair. Your classroom door opened again, Remus walking through.

"Did you give it to him?" He asked and you nodded.

"He loves his parents, and they love him very much."

Remus nodded, agreeing. "And we do too."

You sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"He'll be okay." Remus spoke, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close.

"Yeah... I know." You mumbled, digging you face into the crock of Remus's neck.

Sighing, Remus rakes his hand through your hair, resting his chin on top of your head, rubbing your back.

"We will win this war, and we will get through this together." Remus promises, hugging you tighter.

"But what are we supposed to do now?" You whimpered. "Everytime we think we have it figured out, someone comes along and ruins everything."

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Remus spoke softly, kissing the top of your head. "But we have to keep fighting."

You nod against him, sniffling.

"Can you sit next to me at lunch?" You ask, looking up at him, wiping your eyes.

Remus just smirked, nodding. "I always do."

#harry potter #harry potter au #harry potter fandom #hogwarts #harry potter fanfic #remus lupin x reader #female reader #cute #fluff #slight angst

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Ok, so @lesbiansiriusblack‘s is writing a Jegulus figure skating au, but in the meantime because I have literal brainrot and can’t get this au out of my head, here’s my own hcs about it:

Regulus’s skating is obviously very ballet heavy. His parents put him in classes from a young age; he’s got that classic ballet-trained skater vibe.

Sirius was also in ballet classes from a young age and skated for France with his parents as his coach and manager until he was 16. He won France a gold medal at the Olympics at 15, after which he “got poached” by England, but really he ran away from home and England was happy to take him into their federation.

It was the middle of the season though so it caused a huge scandal. But what else would you expect from Sirius?

After that, Sirius and James were rinkmates, both coached by one Minerva McGonagall, a famous skater in her own right with multiple golds under her belt and first woman to land a triple jump.

For the first few years after he leaves his parents, Sirius has very aggressive routines set to rock music and definitely not anything his parents would approve of, which, of course, was the whole point.

The judges, however, were not fans of these new routines, lamenting the way Sirius was “ruining” his skating.

It wasn’t until he was 24 that Sirius was able to get a score he deserved, winning him his second Olympic gold medal, and that was only because of the judging scandal four years prior where a recording had leaked of the judges talking about how they would underscore Sirius if he skated to that “hideous music” again.

Sadly, shortly after Sirius’s second Olympic gold, he botches a triple axel (a jump he was the first to land), the injury taking him off the ice for good.

(James and Reg can also land triple axels. After Sirius retires, they’re also both working on quads, and Reg is dead set on being the first to land a quad, fuck James Potter)

Regulus was everything Sirius wasn’t in a skater. He didn’t complain about ballet classes, he didn’t complain about the music choices, routines, or costumes. He did everything his parents asked, letting them shape his skating. He watched as Sirius pushed back, fighting for individuality, and he hated him. Couldn’t he see that even if their parents made all the choices, at the end of the day he was the one skating, and he could make the routine his own? Didn’t he see how much better his skating was when he didn’t slack off in ballet? Didn’t he want to be the best?

When Sirius left, Regulus was pissed. When he consistently got low scores, Regulus thought he deserved it, and told him as much. His skating wasn’t as good as it used to be; Regulus had heard enough to know it was true, even if he hadn’t watched Sirius skate since he left. It was his fault for thinking his individuality would result in anything else when he refused to listen to people who knew better.

But then, when Regulus was 18, that recording came out, and Regulus suddenly realized Sirius’ skating didn’t get worse at all; they just didn’t like that he was doing something new. So, Reg watched every single recording of Sirius’ skates since he left, and Sirius was good. He was doing things Reg had never seen, he landed a triple axel at the Olympics, and he hadn’t won any major competitions in years. Regulus was pissed. He didn’t really care that it was Sirius; he still hated him, but it was the principle of it. Those skates objectively deserved better scores than they got, and the fact that the people around him didn’t seem to see that, especially his parents, made Regulus start to question if they really knew better or if they were just biased.

But of course this was what was best for him, right? His mother knew the sport inside out and was always pushing for him to improve. And he did. The next season, he landed a triple axel, too, and won his first World Championship gold. Sure, he was mentally and physically exhausted and, if he was being honest with himself, was on the verge of a breakdown, but that was the price for gold...wasn’t it?

He looked at Sirius and his friend with the wild hair who always had a smile on his face, and wondered if he didn’t have to push himself to the brink. Skating used to be fun; he used to love it, but lately, especially this past year, he would dread going to the rink, knowing the way his mother would yell at him, making him go over his routines over and over, practice the triple axel until he was scared he’d end up hurting himself because the pain in his knee was so bad.

So, when he hears a pop in his knee halfway through the off-season, Regulus is convinced it’s finally happened. His career was over.

Yet, instead of telling him there’s no coming back from an injury like this, the doctor says something about a partial tear and six months of physical therapy in order to get well enough to skate again. Regulus feels a rush of relief.

But as soon as they get in the car, his mother tells him there’s no way in hell he’s taking that long off skating; he can have a month, tops, and then he better be back on the ice, and Regulus realizes she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care that they got lucky this time, that if they don’t treat this properly, next time it could be career ending. All she cares about is that he skates and that he wins, whatever the cost.

Regulus doesn’t want to pay her costs anymore, so he leaves.

He goes to Apolline Delacour, who just recently came back to coaching after taking a few years off after the birth of her child. He’s known of Apolline for as long as he can remember, given his mother’s hated her since she poached Andromeda when Regulus was still a kid, so really, he figured there was no one better.

Lucky for him, Apolline is willing to take on an injured skater (if it was any other skater, she wouldn’t have, but she’d heard stories from Andromeda, and Regulus was so talented, it would be a pity for him to lose his love of skating).

With Apolline, Regulus learns to love skating again. After his six month recovery, under Apolline’s suggestion, Regulus takes the rest of the season off from competition to work on strength and technique.

At 21, he has his first competition back and sweeps the floor, setting personal records for both the short program and free skate, winning gold by a landslide, and only feeling a slight ache in his knee.

At 22, Regulus is at his second Olympics earning bronze next to his brother and his brother’s best friend, and, watching them beam at each other on the podium above him, Regulus finally thinks for the first time that he understands why Sirius left.

A month later, at World’s, his brother botches a jump, and Regulus watches in horror as Sirius’s career ends. The silver he wins tastes bitter, and Regulus glares at the wild haired man with the gold around his neck when he attempts to give Regulus a comforting smile.

It’s during that off-season that Regulus reaches out to his brother for the first time in seven years. They talk, they cry, they apologize; it’s nice, and Sirius admits he’s been following Regulus’s career since his first Olympics. Regulus admits he’s been following Sirius’s career since the same Olympics. Sirius jokes about how pissed their parents would be if they found out, and that the only thing that would piss them off more is if Sirius started coaching Regulus. Silence.

The minute Sirius is cleared by the doctor, he’s on a plane to France.

#listen my brain is but a vessel for jegulus figure skating au even if this did end up being more black brothers #also mary is the first woman to land a triple axel because she's a queen #marley and barty are the first in pairs to do solo triple axels #barty told her there was no way she could do one so of course she proved him wrong #insert them making figure skating history #but that's just how it goes with those two #dorcas popularizes the beillmann spin but it's obvi called the meadows spin in this au #that's all i have folks #i'm sure that's a big fat lie #oh yeah i forgot #reg has chronic patellar tendonitis after his knee injury (patellar tear) #patellar tears are relatively rare in figure skating i believe and only really happen under extreme force or trauma so... #all the 'firsts' are based on firsts that were happening roughly around that time #like the first triple axel was landed in 1978 and sirius would have landed his in 1980 #reggie's quad though is like five years too early at least #actually i just did the math and if he lands it in what would probably be his last season it would be the same year #and he could land it at the olympics too #damn okay actually that's my hc now #he's achieved everything he's wanted to achieve except that damn quad so in his words he's going to #'stay on the ice until i fucking break or land a quad' #james is pushing 28 and also trying to land a quad. he literally just wants to beat reg otherwise he would have retired already #in his words he's 'gonna win padfoot i swear. reg says i'm too old and i have to prove him wrong' #james does not land a quad at that olympics :/ #he does land it at world's though but reg says it doesn't matter because he already won #(later in their hotel room though he tells james he's proud of him) #(and that if james tells anyone he said that he'll slit his throat with his skate) #ah love #jegulus #sirius black #regulus black

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE QUEEN OF SWORDS get what she deserves?” She is in THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX & CLOSED to finding out.

— she walks through the world as ;

name → annabeth pebworth pronouns → she/her identification → cis female year of birth → september 1952 - september 1953 face claim → jessica henwick blood status → muggle-born sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → deputy head hit wix at the department of magical law enforcement at the ministry of magic future information → head of hit wix at the department of magical law enforcement at the ministry of magic, wife of dougal mckinnon

— she is best described as ;

Forged by DRAGONS BREATH, she is the ASSURANCE of a NEW DAWN coloured in scarlet yet the CAUTION warned in it’s wake. The GUIDING HAND of a blade, SURE, STEADY and UNYIELDING in the face of PROTECTION and PERSEVERANCE.  While they can be as TENDER as the whistle of wind through mountains, it’s a gift for only those stubborn enough to unlock a IRON CAST HEART sealed from decades of hopelessly cold, to hold.

— her story starts with ;

tw: death

There is little that Annabeth cares to remember of her time before becoming a Pebworth. Merely a collection of disjointed memories, fractured hope and careless actions from those that were meant to love her. The product of a careless night, Annabeth was born to a mother too young to look after herself let alone a child. Abandoned and left in an orphanage, Annabeth raised her sister Isla with protective hand and the overbearingness of a mother at only seven. Seeing it as her duty to protect her, she vowed even then that nothing would be able to tear them apart. While the orphanage was as bleak and grey, the people inside held hope for the young souls within. Finding families for as many children as they could muster. Isabella and Angus Pebworth hailed from the highlands, simple folk who always wanted a child of their own; the news of a newborn looking for a home brought them to the orphanage. Only to find that if they wished to take Isla; they’d have to take Annabeth too. While it wasn’t what they’d wished for, it was still a family.

Annabeth knew that she wasn’t wanted. Her age made her less desirable, her guarded attitude and protection over her sister was a challenge. Especially when strange things started to happen. The crashing of a plate when tears started to fall, the playing of the gramophone to sooth Isla without it being turned on, the flickering of lights to accompany her tears. While her parents swore the house was haunted and insisted they fled to the Isle of Skye to escape their demons; Anna feared it wasn’t the house but herself. Exploring the fields behind the village they lived, her eyes fell on four figures all of whom were flying. The magic she’d been hiding under her covers at night of flickering flames wasn’t insanity, it was real and there were others just as she. As quickly as her realization came, she was knocked to the ground by COINNEACH MCKINNON [future brother in law]; who was swiftly scorned by DOUGAL MCKINNON [best friend/fiancè]. Annabeth’s short temper and spark only made the McKinnon’s smirk, who welcomed her to join them gladly. The McKinnon’s saved Annabeth from loneliness and self destruction; akin spirits they taught her about the wizarding world, showing her life, freedom and how to finally breathe.

The Pebworth’s fear of magic tore the family apart. Superstitious, the unknown whelm of witchcraft they saw as cursed. Deeming that no child of theirs would have a hand in such unnatural acts, they burned Hogwarts letters upon arrival only until a mysterious cat appeared at their window. Transforming into a woman before their very eyes, PROFESSOR MINERVA MCGONAGALL [mentor] escorted the witch personally to Hogwarts, throwing shame in her wake for their negligence. Hogwarts was beyond anything she could have wished for. Doned in red, she soared with her fellow Gryffindor’s; atlast finally wanted and free. The brightest witch of her year with resilient prowess, the girl excelled far beyond anyone’s expectations. Able to fight her own battles when the likes of LACHESIS MALFOY [adversary] shouted mudblood across the halls, though with Dougal, ALICE YEN [best friend], FRANK LONGBOTTOM [close friend], AMOS DIGGORY [friend], HESTIA JONES [friend] and IAIN WOOD [friend] readily at her side for once she didn’t need to be her own champion. Yielding a fury of protection for the people she loves, the witch’s devotion to safeguard her chosen family and those vulnerable became her striving purpose. Graduating and taking a job as a Auror under ALASTOR MOODY [boss], she became bold and defiant in her untouchable youth.

Though one night, everything changed. Ravagers stormed the mountains of Skye in hope to capture the famed and protected Hebridean Black dragons. The roars of fire shook the town as dragons cried for their children leaving the McFusty calling any wix on the island to help. Fighting in combat alongside the McKinnon’s, McCormack’s, Wood’s and McGonagall’s the families united managed to ward off the thieves; still with great consequences. Isla had followed her sister with the ambition to help. Though at only twelve, her skills weren’t nearly enough to match that of older wix. Caught between a spell and a dragon, in a blink of an eye Annabeth lost her sister forever. With no body to be found, any life that Isla Pebworth had once held; simply turned to memory. Blamed for her sister’s death, the Pebworths disowned Annabeth. Wanting nothing to do with magic and the daughter that had left their greatest treasure dead, they left never to be seen again. Devastated and plagued with grief; Annabeth’s heartbroken cries echoed through the mountains. With a piece of her soul stolen, despite the McKinnon’s taking her in; the witch was unconsolable. Turned reserved from fear of the unbearable grief that comes with love lost, Annabeth became colder and guarded in a fleeting attempt to protect what remained of her heart.

While many tried to heal the mourning witch, it was Dougal who found a way into her heart. Though arrogant, there was something about him that was disarming. For a man too proud and noble it was maddening, she offered a wit as sharp as a viper leaving their interactions often comical to those around them. Years of friendship turned to love as they bickered over games of wizards chess, sipped butterbeers and healed each other through the misfortune that had befallen them. While their years of friendship, love and then engagement were news celebrated by friends, by most however distaste could be felt in their stares. Most surprising of all; Nathair who’s objection ripped through the fabric of the McKinnon family. Obstinate that she wouldn’t tear them apart, Annabeth fled to the hills. Only for Dougal to capture her in an embrace, claiming there was no place on earth that would be far enough for him to forget the bond they shared; assuring it would meet good ends. While fraught with concern at the growing unrest both within her family and community, Annabeth dove into work. While Alastor fought against the head of law enforcement BARTEMIUS CROUCH SR [boss] insisting she become the head of the department of Hit wix, with her muggle-born status; the Ministry board refused. 

Angered, Alastor spoke of a group forming to combat against discrimination and offer tangible change; The Order of the Phoenix.Hungry for purpose, while she knows her time will come, with the growing strife she aches being on the sidelines wanting nothing more than to wage her own war. Though, even she knows it's not wise with anonymous threats of violence left in her office. What started as one, became two, till she was finding threats daily scattered on her desk as pureblood propaganda. While the letters of terror and dark symbols are unnamed, even Annabeth knows she’d be a fool not to dismiss such cryptic messages. Keeping them hidden from her friends and Dougal to not cause alarm, Annabeth has taken the situation into her own hands. Seeking consort from EMMELINE VANCE [friend], the pair are trying to detect a magical trace off of any of the letters she has received. Testing the ink and parchment, to see if it will lead to a clue but coming up nout. But with the most recent letter being slipped under the front door, Annabeth’s nerve is growing strained with how close to home the threats are turning. With Muggles disappearing daily and the threat on non-pureblood wix growing; Annabeth fears that it’s only a matter of time before her name is added to the missing persons list.

— she is a LEVEL 8 WITCH & readied for war ;

#marauders rp #roleplay group #annabeth pebworth #jessica henwick #tw: death #1952 to 1953 #order member #ministry #m mei ling falkov #m coinneach mckinnon #m dougal mckinnon #m minerva mcgonagall #m lachesis malfoy #m alice yen #m frank longbottom #m amos diggory #m iain wood #m hestia jones #m alastor moody #m bartemius crouch sr #m emmeline vance #taken #taken witch #taken order member

[endinsosuddenly]

the fine art of breaking out of prison

i am so sorry for hagrids accent and the terrible writing

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Sirius Black had no idea how he got here. Well, ok, he did know, but still, he was surprised he pulled it off! The past few days have been a great big blur, escaping Azkaban, then somehow getting to Surrey as Padfoot , the Wizarding World might’ve been confused on how he did it, but Sirius was more confused himself. 

Laying there in his cell, Sirius’ main thoughts were focused on his innocence. The dementors want happiness, thinking about why he was here, thinking about Peter, Remus, James, Harry, and Lily, couldn’t bring happiness, so for the most part, they left him alone. Not completely alone of course, but they didn’t bother him as much as the other prisoners who hadn’t yet learned the lesson Sirius had after all these years. These long, long seven years. Seven years Prongs was dead. Seven years Remus thought he was a traitor. Seven years Peter roamed free. Seven years Harry was being raised by someone who wasn’t him. Sirius had suspected Remus, he had hoped it was Remus raising Harry. then he would know Harry was safe. 

But he wasn’t. Remus wasn’t raising Harry, and Sirius only found out because of Minerva McGonagall. Minerva had visited him some days before his escape. She didn’t often visit, rarely did in fact. Only twice had she ever, once at the beginning, and then before his escape. 

In the beginning she came with Hagrid, and he could count the frown lines on her face. They were both talking to him through his cell door. It was a metal, black door, rusted with a cat flap at the bottom for the food on trays and a small window for visitation, such as this one. Hagrid seemed troubled, he seemed upset, viciously upset. Sirius had only been in Azkaban for a couple weeks when they visited. 

The guards had woken him up by banging on his cell door, maybe half past 5 pm? There were no clocks, so time seemed to fly past. 

“Get up! You have visitors.” Parkinson barked at Sirius. He opened his bleary eyes, letting them get used to the lighting, and looked at the door’s window. Sirius let out an unintentional gasp when he saw his former professor and groundskeeper, “Prof.. Hagri.. What?” Minerva's eyes seemed to soften as she took in the state of misery he seemed to let off in waves. “Mr. Black.” She nodded, and then Hagrid spoke, “‘ello Sirius.”

“Wh.. What is .. this?” Sirius was still shocked, he figured the whole world thought him a traitor, why would they be here to visit him? Minerva seemed to sense his question and answered it before he could ask, “Mr. Black… We decided to come here and visit you, against Albus’ wishes, of course. Though, I felt this was appropriate, considering the entirety of the Wizarding World seems to have gone mad. Honestly.. No trial, absolutely nothing. Ridiculous.” She rambled, slightly worked up. Hagrid nodded in agreement. Both knowing imprisoning someone with no trial, or even a check on which wand cast the spells, would have Amelia Bones’ knickers in the most tangled twist you could think of. 

Sirius felt his eyes sting and water ,  a lump formed in his throat. Someone- two people! Thought he was innocent. Knew he was innocent, knew he would never hurt his best friend. Knew he wouldn’t betray the Marauders. His family. His brothers. Who taught him what family really meant. Who taught him how to be a friend, how to have friends. Knew he wouldn’t hurt Lily. Who taught him things his mother never would. How to properly take care of himself, how to comfort. How to BE comforted. His family. His sister. The mother of Harry, his pup. 

“We can’t stay for long but, I figured you would want this. Dementors are nothing to laugh at, and if no one else, we wish for you to stay sane. Maybe this will help, Hagrid didn’t find much else.” She handed him a collar, Padfoot’s collar. “But how did yo-” Sirius seemed to finally find his voice when Hagrid cut him off, “‘onestly, Sirius. Yeh think we wouldn’t figure et out? A black dog, deer, wolf, and a rat all hanging together? Seeing the black dog ‘airs, and brown wolf ‘airs on your robes after the full moon was evidence ‘nough.” 

Sirius laughed, wetly. He managed to croak out a raspy, “We thought we were so slick. Guess not.” Sirius allowed himself a sad chuckle, feeling his watery eyes threaten to spill over their dam, “Well, if it’s any consolation, I don’t think the rest of the professors noticed.” Minerva smiled at him, he smiled back, tears now streaming down his face. Hagrid smiled at him too, sadly. “Harry… is .. is he okay?” Sirius asked, rubbing his finger on the gold name tag, engraved with ‘Padfoot’. “He’s.. Yes, Albus has placed him in a.. Suitable environment. He’s safe, and alive.” Sirius smiled in joy, while Minerva and Hagrid grimaced. Knowing that Albus would’ve placed Harry with Remus. That’s where he was supposed to go in case something like this happened, with Sirius. But since.. Well. He was in Azkaban, Remus was the next one in line in case something happened to Sirius. So he allowed himself to think that, that Harry was safe. And loved, and put that worry in the back of his mind. 

“Sirius.. There is.. Something you must know. Albus doesn't think you should know, he thinks it will distress you but.. Well, you see..” Minerva looked to the side, mouth open searching for words, “Harry survived. But.. He didn’t go after Lily and James only, he went after Harry too.” Sirius gaped at her. He knew Harry could be a part of the prophecy but.. It still seemed so unbelievable. “I thought you sAI-” As his voice raised, partly in fear, partly in anger, “He is. Safe. Harry is safe, Sirius. But.. He tried to kill him. But he couldn’t. We don’t know why. We don’t know how, but for some reason, on that night.. He couldn’t kill Harry. He’s gone. He vanished. No trace of him, that’s how Harry got the wound. The wound you saw that night.”

Sirius remembers now, the wound. In the shape of a lightning bolt, he remembers it, right before he gave Harry to Hagrid. Right before he forfeit his place in Harry’s life. Right before he stupidly ran after Peter, he stays silent. They stay silent too. 

“We must be gettin’ back now,” Hagrid said gently, after some time, checking his watch, ”Dumbledore will have me hide if he finds out we came to visit yeh. It was nice seein’ yeh, Sirius.” Hagrid gave him a smile, then walked out of Sirius’ line of vision, to go check out with the guards, he assumed. 

Silence for a moment, then, “Thank you.” He said to his former professor, “Thank you for going through the trouble of coming to see me. Thank you for telling me all this. Thank you for believing in me.” Minerva chose to gloss over the fact that his voice broke at the end, that it went soft, as soft as she knew he was inside, and out. “Anytime, Sirius. Anytime.” And with that, Minerva smiled, turned, and he didn’t see her again for seven years. 

Seven long years of agony, of misery long forgotten. Misery he thought was reserved for Grimmauld Place. It was torturous, it was painful. But Sirius prevailed, didn't let the guards see how it affected him. Made himself look relaxed, as if this wasn’t the second worst thing he’d ever had to endure. The worry of Harry, wondering how he was doing, worries of Remus, and how the moon was treating him, fantasies of Peter and when he’d see him being dragged through Azkaban’s walls ,  just as Sirius had been that fateful Halloween night. Seven long years before he saw Minerva again, seven long years before he learned the truth. 

Sirius lay on his cell floor, tracing the shape of a lightning bolt into the dust and grime on the floor. Eavesdropping on Guard Gossip™, semi-consciously remembering the guards patterns, when they switch, when they come back. Sirius doesn't talk much in Azkaban, when he does, his voice is scratchy and rough. He refuses to talk to the guards unless it’s with sass or something he knows will piss them off. He hears his insane cousin's laughter every once in a while, high and maniacal, annoying. Sirius has made many plans of escape, though not once has he ever gone through with one. Part of him believes he deserves to be here, for being naïve enough to suggest switching secret keepers. For being stupid enough. He tries not to but, the more he pushes those thoughts out, the more they come in. 

Sirius loses track of time in Azkaban. He loses track of a lot of things, his sanity being one of them. He thinks about Harry from time to time, but the dementors feed on happiness and that’s all that's attached to Harry. Happiness, Hope, Family, Unconditional Love. So he forces those out, being more careful, as with the Marauders and Lily and everyone else he has more than enough to spare but with Harry, the memories are so precious but they lack in quantity. 

Minerva hasn’t come back in years. Sirius knows that much, though he understands, times are tough, things are tense. He doesn't expect to see her anytime soon but of course, she exceeds his expectations. 

“Mr. Black.” A stern, familiar voice says through the now, heavily rusted window, screws coming off. Sirius jerks up into a sitting position, then hastily scrambles towards the window. “Prof-,” He coughs, his throat still rough from rarely being used, ”Professor.” Sirius hopes she's come with news, and she has, but not the kind he wants to hear. Sirius sees her look to the left then the right, she then hands him a large envelope. “Wait until I leave to open it.” She whispers to him, “Good luck.” Then, she turns and after 7 years, leaves again. 

Sirius looks at her with disbelief. Shock, and a little bit of anger, at her saying close to nothing then leaving. He stands there for a minute, letting himself process in waves. He then sits back on the floor, in a criss cross position, listens for guards, then as quietly as he can opens the envelope. Inside is a letter and a flannel, a flannel that smells familiar. Sirius decides to open the envelope first before digging into his memory and trying to place where the scent is from. 

The letter reads, 

Dear Sirius, 

I know this situation is shocking and quite frankly, I can’t believe I’m doing it either but Harry is in trouble and I know you will always have his best interest at heart. 

Sirius takes a deep breath in. 

Dumbledore has put him with Lily’s sister, Petunia and her husband. I’m sure you remember them. I’m sure you remember their take on witches and wizards. I have to keep this short but I have given you one of Harry’s flannels, he left it outside one night and on impulse I made my decision after witnessing something horrific. Vernon is the farthest thing from kind to the boy, he is vile and cruel. I will not stand by and watch a child be mistreated. He’s in Surrey, Number 4 Privet Drive. Use the flannel to guide you. Good luck, Sirius. 

Your friend,

Minerva McGonagall 

Fury. Pure fury runs through Sirius’ veins. The same fury he felt when he ran after Peter. Now that he knows the scent is Harry’s he can place it, the smell of grass, the wind, and something that makes his nose burn, bleach perhaps? 

Sirius sits there. Still. For minutes, hours, days, he doesn't know. He doesn't care. All he can focus on is Minerva’s letter. He knows what she means. He KNOWS what ‘mistreated’ means. He knows. He feels. He feels . There's a feeling in his chest. Something that feels like it’s sinking, feels like it's breaking. Feels like it’s tearing his whole being apart. What's left of it anyway. 

It takes him a long time to calm himself down. The fury, the sadness, the helplessness slowly, very slowly, dying down. He’s shifted to laying down, clutching Harry’s flannel in his hand. His eyes are clenched tight, so hard he sees shapes, thinks of his pup. With no one to comfort him, no one to love him. He knows how that feels. Knows what it does to someone. He wouldn’t wish that on anyone, especially not Harry. 

           Sirius has made a lot of escape plans, never going through with one. Until now. Sirius got lucky, Merlin seems to be on his side, tonight it’s raining. Which will make it easier for him to conceal the noises he makes, the harsh rain overshadowing them. He knows from the Guard Gossip™ that Dementors don’t pick up on animal souls, as many other Animagus’ have been caught, and they gossip and gossip about how stupid they are changing into humans at the last minute. So he uses that to his advantage. Remembering how the guards stations work, how long one stays at one station before going onto the next. What guards can do what, who is going to guard his hallway full of cells , of real criminals. 

        Sirius changed into Padfoot when dementors had been especially bad, making him relive his mother, relive seeing James’ and Lily’s face, seeing Harry’s face red and twisted in agony. Padfoot had always been a sort of safe haven for him, being able to relax and not think for a while. He had to change back before the guards could see him so no one knew he was an Animagus, he had done it unconsciously, his body semi consciously keeping that secret. Sirius used this to his advantage though, no one knew he was an Animagus so he could use that, and his severe weight loss, to escape. 

After seeing Minerva’s letter, Sirius had the idea to use Padfoot to escape and get to Harry. The guard who was patrolling his hallway was gone, lunch break, and it’d be 10 minutes before another came back so he had more than enough time to change into Padfoot, then get through the cells’ catflap. He just had to be careful not to run into anyone, guards or dementors. 

So, running on adrenaline and partly anger, Sirius shifted into Padfoot, making sure to have put the collar on beforehand, and tightening the flannel around it. He wiggled his way through the door's cat flap, being careful not to make much noise, and getting his fur pulled a little bit, in his defense, it’s a very tight fit. He finally got his body through, “Merlin’s sake,” Sirius grumbled in his head, already panting because of the sheer difficulty it took to squeeze Padfoot’s body through the tiny opening. 

Though he can’t stay still for long, the guards will be coming back, and it took him some time to get through the flap. Scrambling, Padfoot trots down the hallway to where he can see the nearest source of light, a window at the end, making sure to silence his footsteps as much as possible, to not disturb guards or other prisoners, the rain helping. The window is slightly open, for dementors to slip through, which is lucky for him. Once Padfoot reaches the window, he hears footsteps come from down the hall, “Hey!” A guard barks out at him, beginning to run towards him, “Shit!” Sirius’ mind reels, quickly pushing the window up with Padfoot’s head. “Come back here, Mutt!”

And just as the guard is only a couple feet away the window opens just enough for Padfoot’s malnourished body to be able to push himself out. Sirius knows the guard doesn't know it’s him, as if he did, he surely would’ve tried harder.. ?

Padfoot pushes himself through the window, not anticipating the drop, and feels the wind rush through his ears as he falls, hundreds of feet, he guesses. He can feel the wind under his skin, under his fur, and his body feels lightweight. But before long, Padfoot hits the cold water, it stings and tingles his skin, and he knows if he was maybe a floor above he would’ve hit the water and most likely died from the drop. Sirius can swim better as a dog, so he stays as Padfoot. Well that, and he doesn't dare risk the dementors wrath for escaping. The tide is rough and if he doesn't start swimming he risks being swept away to the rocks that lay at Azkaban's base. The water is icy and if it gets any colder, it’ll freeze over.

He’s shocked he pulled this off. That it was this easy. He allows himself a moment to celebrate, not being able to feel happiness or being able to celebrate for 7 years. 

Sirius knows they’ve figured it out by now, they cut his celebration short. He can hear the dementors' sickening call of wrathe, angry someone escaped, a siren’s call to a sailor. He can hear the alarms going off, seeing the red lights flash from the inside. Padfoot could hear the feet running through Azkaban, trying to find him. The horrified whispers of guards. 

Deciding not to stick around and see what happens, not wanting to be caught or worse, he decides to swim. The tide is rough and he struggles a bit swimming. The rain doesn't help much either, the water getting in his eyes, salt water and rain. Padfoot’s eyes burn and he struggles to keep them open. Padfoot swims, and swims, and swims. Swims until his arms tire and he feels himself sinking away, his hope sinking with them.

He’s starting to lose the adrenaline. Loses hope until he remembers Harry. Harry being mistreated. James’ sprog, being mistreated.  

It doesn't help his body much, but he’s much more determined. Much more ready to push through the sore muscles and burning eyes. 

He stops sometimes, to simply waddle in the water for a while, letting himself gain energy so he doesn't actually drown.

Padfoot swims until he sees land, it takes him a while. The rain continues to pour, but softens slightly. 

Land gets closer, Padfoot gains hope. Sirius gains determination. 

Once the shore gets close enough, Padfoot lets himself push harder, swims faster. Use more muscle and energy. Lets himself dream of freedom. 

The shore is so close Padfoot can feel sand under his feet, the water starting to lower and lower until it’s just sand. 

He did it. He escaped Azkaban. 

Sirius transforms back to a human, and lays there on the sand. Lays there in his rags, with sand in his hair. 

He bursts into laughter, “Merlin! I did it,” The laughter builds, “I actually did it!” He’s almost hysterical, the laughter building until it becomes silent and more of a wheeze, honestly, than an actual laugh. His hands cradle his face and he sits up, laughing and laughing. Out of shock, out of happiness. Happy to be free, even if he’s sitting on.. Wet sand. In rags.

He sits and laughs for a long time. He’s not sure for how long, or why, really. Just knows that he’s not there anymore, and if he’s lucky, he’ll never have to go back. 

He sits there for a while, breathing the air, smelling the rain, feeling it soak his clothes. Sits and thinks, then remembers. He has the collar around his neck, he gets a whiff of the flannel and remembers why he’s here. Why he escaped. Who he escaped for.

Sirius finally gets up from his position on the sand, ignoring the protest from his body and walks to the edge of the beach, careful not to be seen by any muggles, though he doesn't worry much, people will probably chalk him up to being homeless. Sirius walks to a bus stop, needing shelter from the rain, and unties the flannel from around the collar. Harry’s flannel. 

It gives him hope. It strengthens Sirius’ resolve, a resolve he thought he’d long lost. He rubs the cloth between his fingers, taking in the texture beneath his thumbs. Taking in the scent.

Sirius doesn't care that it’s raining. Rain is just water, and although Sirius has had enough of the sea, or any kind of water, for a lifetime, he can’t find it in him to care. 

Transforming back to Padfoot, after tying the flannel to his collar again, with a new feeling in his chest, one that makes him feel light. Makes him feel like he’s floating. Makes him feel alive again, not just a husk of a human.

With those new feelings, he sets off to find Harry.

#harry potter #harry james potter #sirius and harry #sirius black #padfoot #rubeus hagrid #minerva mcgonagall #sirius in azkaban #harry potter and dudleys dog

[onewizardgirl]

Part 1/3

minerva takes her cub under her wing, and a letter the next morning makes her far more protective than ever

Her little cub

Midnight chills swept through the corridor, dim torches lit the hallways. All the while traversing the dark a cloaked figure made its way through the dim corridors.

First year lakelyn thomas was shaking in her boots, a small black cloak wrapped around her, covering a blue nightgown soaked in blood. She found this blood when she woke for a glass of water. She panicked, and hidden in the darkness with her black cloak she creeped down the stairs hoping not to fall.

She aproached the door to mcgonagall’s living quarters that resided at the bottom of the gryffindor tower.

Mcgonagall was about to leave her quarters to spend some time with her old friend poppy in the hospital wing but was startled by lakelyn approaching and sternly asked

"What in the heavens are you doing out of bed miss thomas? Its past midnight,"

Lakelyn looks up at her professor,

"I-I'm sorry professor.. ," lakelyn said her eyes becoming glassy with unshed tears

"What happened, my cub?" Mcgonagall asked leading the small figure into her quarters. Usually she would take away house points and send her student back to bed, but something told her she needed to do something different. Take a softer approach, evenn the darkness minerva could tell when her cub was injured.

"I woke up to get a glass of water and i found blood on my bed," lakelyn told quietly

“Follow me,” the elder witch told, guiding the first year into her quarters.

“Are you in pain?” mcgonogall asked

“A little,” lakelyn answered “its just a stomachache though,”

“Is there a known source of the bleeding?” the elder asked again as she knealt down to look over her cub to look for an injury.

Lakelyn stayed quiet, usure of what to say, she didn’t think anyone had hexed her while she was sleeping but she could tell the blood was on her legs,almost like she’d been splinched on the inside of them, but it didn’t hurt like splinching did, and she should know, she splinched her ribs once when her and her mother had apparated somewhere in london when she was a child.

Minerva picked up on the tension in the air and made a likely assumption, since any magical ailments that could cause blood loss in this degree would have the girl howling in pain.

"Lakelyn, i believe you've started your period," McGonagall told

Lakelyn began panicking now, how could she've been so stupid?

Minerva saw the change in her demeanor and grasped the girls hands in her own

"I assume by way of your reaction you know what i meant, correct?" Minerva asked

"I'm so sorry professor, how could ive been so stupid, i didnt even think of that, I just pani-" lakelyn rambled before minerva cur her off putting a gentle hand on each of her shoulders to help steady her.

"Hush my little cub, it's fine, I understand, truly. Now, here's what you will need to get you through this week, for now I'd recommend one of the orange ones, since they are a bit bigger and are better for sleep. I will allow you to use my personal bathroom to shower and clean yourself up, afterwards you and i can take some time to talk, im sure this must be quite a difficult time without your mother near," McGonagall explained

"Thank you professor," lakelyn thanked

Minerva swirled her wand and conjured a black nightgown and clean underwear for the girl before she disappeared into minerva's bathroom.

She graded some rather awful essays from a few fourth year slytherins, finally getting to her gryffindor essays coming across hermione granger's essay written well and properly cited, just like the three years she's taught the girl prior.

Lakelyn came out of the bathroom in the black gown, minerva used her want to put lakelyn's bloody clothes in her dormitory where the house elves can take care of it.

"This will help with your cramps," Mcgonagall told "come sit,"

"Thank you professor," lakelyn said taking a seat near Mcgonagall.

" would you like to stay here for the rest of the night, my cub? I wouldn't mind a bit of company." Minerva asked

"It would be nice to not face my roommates for a morning, they all think i'm quite peculiar, scribbling down stories and fairytales at all hours if the morning," lakelyn admitted

"Very well," Mcgonagall said as she summoned a fuzzy red blanket for them while they were on the roomy sofa,

"Do you want to share some of your stories? I'm sure you'd make quite a good author for the wizarding community," Minerva asked

"Well, I've been writing one about a witch from hogwarts and a boy from the wizard school in america Ilvermorny isnt it? They met over the summer when the boy came to london to visit his grandparents and they hit it off immediately, they write to eachother nearly every day. I havent really got much after that, and im stuck in a rut right now." Lakelyn explained

"Quite the romance plot, i like that. Maybe you could do a plot twist where the boy finds a girl to date, essentially leaving the girl in the dirt, and she goes through a major character arc and becomes a completely different girl and ends up happier than ever that she's got her friends by her side" Mcgonagall said thinking of a plot to help lakelyn write.

For hours the pair sat and bounced ideas back and forth until lakelyn finally cuddled slose to minerva resting her head in the elder witches lap as she asked about minerva's days at hogwarts and listening until she eventually fell asleep. Minerva with papers that still needed to be corrected accioed a small table infront of her and her work. Letting the girl sleep while she graded.

By the time breakfast came that saturday morning poppy had made her way up to see why minerva had not visited her the night prior.

"I couldn't leave my cub alone, especially with her first period in a new place without her mother around to comfort her," minerva whispered as poppy took a seat in the recliner by the sofa.

"I see, well, i'll get some breakfast to bring up for you and your little cub, and we can play chess until she wakes." Poppy said, giving Minerva a small kiss on her lips as she left.

An owl left a letter on her lap moments later, what it read made minerva more protective of lakelyn than ever.

#harry potter #women supporting women #sideplot minerva/poppy love #we support lesbians here #lesbians #witches #period #first period #minerva mcgonagall #poppy pomfrey #young oc #gryffindor

[dhr-ao3]

Malfoy's Bastard

Malfoy's Bastard https://ift.tt/xdhzkU4 by katiekrum “You know, that I don’t like to repeat myself. I need to get something from you. And I also need witnesses that you gave it to me voluntarily. Even if I had to help this voluntariness with a bit of... persuasion.” At this point, the wizards, encouraged by him, sat down on the chairs one by one. Each of them stared at a figure wearing a mask similar to the one used by all Death Eaters. Similar but it was less embellished, less precise, more severe…and therefore more terrifying. "Hello old friend..." - she hissed with almost the same mannerisms he used when he was annoyed about something. - "How many years has it been since you were last exposed to my wand?" xxx Every family has a secret. Every pureblood family has its own secrets. Sometimes secrets are meaningless, but sometimes they can ruin a family's reputation. One of the secrets that could change everything has come dangerously close to the surface. What will be the consequences of this? Words: 850, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Helen Malfoy Granger, Jean Granger, Hermione Granger, Abraxas Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Tom Riddle, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Viktor Krum, Viktor Krum's Mother, Viktor Krum's Father, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Undecided, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Viktor Krum Additional Tags: Hermione Granger is Member of the Malfoy Family, Dark Magic, Blood Magic, Necromancy, Canon-Typical Violence, Violence, Cousin Incest, Brutus Malfoy Bashing, Hogwarts Fourth Year, after triwizard tournament, Other Additional Tags to Be Added via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/eftsmoJ April 05, 2023 at 02:58PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

[padfootastic]

Kingsley Shackbolt, Tonks, or Minerva Mcgonagall

hello anon! 💜 i have some,,,opinions 👀

notes: honestly, i remember fuckall about him from the books. i just know the actor who played him had the coolest vibe & voice and i would’ve loved more of him. i’ve seen some fics write him interestingly, though always in the background tbh.

notes: see, i like tonks as a comedic relief character who’s cutting through the tension of, ykno, everything. but that’s about it really. i *like* her to be fair, i’ve read some wonderful fics with her, but in canon she only existed to act as the mother of the harry-parallel-kid, to be honest. teddy had no reason to exist other than to stretch the tragedy out and bring it back full circle (except,,,,i wouldn’t even call it a successful full circle). all that aside though, her metamorphmagus powers are cool as fuck and gives me max envy.

notes: i am leaving the most controversial for the last lmao. see i’m of two minds about McG. there’s what she really did (and didn’t do) and what she’s got the potential to be. in terms of the latter, i love her, truly. she’s got loads of sass, she’s badass as hell, and she doesn’t take shit. that makes for a super cool character. but the way !! it’s executed !! makes me so mad. i’ve seen some fics tackle it, but she’s got so many titles that she doesn’t do a single one of them well. she constantly brushes the trio off, is unable or unwilling to exercise what power she does have, and generally isn’t the ‘mom like’ figure she’s painted as. that 150 points she took of the kids in first year? the complete blind eye to the bullying in 2nd and 4th? just,,,it’s the general incompetency all adults in hp show. (also my unreasonable pet peeve that crops up whenever an adult who knew j&s believed sirius could be the traitor. it’s why the mwpp mcg as their/sirius’ surrogate mom figure thing bugs me)

#kingsley shacklebolt #clearly i don’t know the meaning of OR bc i just went w all three smh #see this bingo is limited in its options which is why i went w half dislike for McG #i have complicated thoughts about here #which change ​depending on if i’m in canon land or hc land #the last point about mcgonagall re sirius is like. i get how it’s stupid on my end but i can’t let it go lol #like i said a while ago my barometer is how people treat sirius *shrugs* #it’s my failing. i’ve accepted it. #i promise i don’t hate all characters in hp lmao #i make myself sound like the worst possible person #but i only ever take it seriously with like. asks or discourse or sumn. otherwise i’m pretty chill #ask game #pen’s asks

[nightingale2004]

Severus Snape daughter headcanons

Slytherin all the way.

There was a debate with the sorting hat between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, but the hat landed on Slytherin

Severus taught her German and Russian

Has a pet cat

Was taught how to brew potions as a child

Skilled in occlumency and legilimens

Severus would've definitely taught her some fight moves he learned from Tobias to defend herself along with defense spells to protect herself if necessary (one of the rare good things Tobias did for Severus)

I feel his daughter would have a photographic memory

If his daughter was born before the war, then she would've met Regulus as a baby but didn't know a lot about him other than what Narcissa, Lucius, and her father told her (all good things)

Growing up, Severus didn't tell her a lot of his past, but every time she was in the Malfoy's care or Charity and Aurora's care, they would tell her all the embarrassing school stories of Severus (Severus would neither confirm or deny the stories) but they leave out the marauders of their stories (she knows about them, they always let it slip during their stories)

Educated in both the wizarding and muggle world

She definitely inherited the famous Severus glare and sharp tongue

Middle is Eileen, and Severus talks about his mother sometimes but not much

She would definitely be a bookworm

Similar to Severus, she would have an interest in potions and DADA

She and Draco would have definitely seen each other as siblings from their parents

I feel like she would be respectful and nice to house elves and would hate the abuse they face (she scolds her uncle Lucius about hurting Dobby every time she sees it)

Her and Hermione would have a school rivalry since they are both the smartest girls in their houses. But they respect each other and their intellect

If wolfstar had a child or children, then you can count on some bad blood between them (who knows... maybe an enemies to lovers)

Severus and McGonagall taught her how to dance (quite fabulously, if I may add 👌💃)

Sees Minerva as a grandmother figure (you can't tell me that McGonagall wouldn't lover her as her own)

If she had an Animagus form, it would be a cat or Raven

Her Patronus would be a bat or a cat

Has respect for the Weasley twins but will not hesitate to turn their pranks against them if it's aimed at her father, Draco, or herself

Likes Molly and Arthur but has notes on their parenting

She and Ron like playing wizard chess with each other (she beats him every time, and Ron always wants a rematch)

I feel like she would be a bit relatable to Stiles Stilinski (has ADHD, OCD, A LOT of sarcasm, and is stubborn. Wonder where she gets that from) "I mean no. Do you want to hear it in German? Nein". "I'm 140 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, ok? Sarcasm and magic are my ONLY defense."

I feel like a lot of people would be afraid of her because she is Severus's daughter

She and Luna, I feel would get along because of her creative mind and unique way of seeing the world (she would also scare off Luna's bullies)

She makes her own spells, potions, and magical objects (mad scientist mode)

Not a big fan of quidditch but supports Draco

Brains of the operation

Hates Sirius on sight and is OK Remus.

She will not hesitate to hex or murder Sirius if he continues to insult her family (she is very difficult to restrain)

Feels like Harry's babysitter for always helping him survive on his adventures

She knows Remus when she was young due to his visits to her home to pick up his supply of wolfsbane from her father (so she knows he's a werewolf)

Often scold Draco if his insults go too far.

If her dad was a part of the death eaters and she was told, she would be shocked, upset, and angry but if he told her about the double agent part then she would be more worried for him

All I got so far. Enjoy my lovelies

#harry potter #severus snape #hp #harry potter fandom #hp fandom #severussnape #severus prince #pro severus #daughter of severus snape #snape fandom #snapedom #snape defense #pro severus snape #severus daughter headcanon #pro snape #snape #severus #slytherin pride #slytherpride #slytherin #severus snape headcanon #snape headcanon #harry potter hc #harry potter headcanon #hp hcs #hp headcanon #severus snape x daughter #parent!snape #parent snape #severus snape x daughter!reader

[sonnetsoncanvas]

A normal day at Hogwarts.

MCgonagall:you did good work on your transfiguration homework, Mr. Black.

Sirius: Thanks, mom.

utter silence in the classroom

Sirius: why is everyone staring at me?

Peter: you just called professor Mcgonagall mom. you just said 'thanks, mom' ."

Sirius: No, I did not! I said thanks ma'am.

Mcgonagall: Do you view me as a mother figure, Mr. Black?

Sirius: (sweating) noooooo, I view you as a bother figure because you're always bothering me.

Remus: Hey! show your Mother some respect.

Sirius: I DIDN'T CALL HER MOM!

James: It's not a big deal, I called Lily mom once, and she's my girlfriend.

Sirius: Guys, jump on that! James has psycho-sexual issues.

Lily: old news. but you calling professor mommy.....

Sirius: Hey, Mommy is not on the table here.

Snape: But you did call her Mom, Black.

Sirius: you shut up. you've done nothing but lie since the class started.

Snape: Alright, I lied about you copying lupin's work, but the Mom thing happened.

Sirius: AHA! He confessed! He admitted his accusation was a lie. It was all a lie. A part of my crazy, devious plan.

Mcgonagall: I believe you.

Sirius: thank you...

Mcgonagall: Son. would you like to have some biscuits in my office?

Sirius: (quiety) I would like that.

#this totally happened #let's face it #Minerva mcgonagall was a mother figure to all of them #incorrect marauders quotes #james x sirius #sirius black #harry potter #brooklyn 99 #marauders #jake peralta #captain holt #brooklyn nine nine

[messers-moony]

One in the Same | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Wife!Reader

Summary: Reader notices Draco going through the same pain as her ex lover and desperately wants fix her faults.

“Mr.Malfoy, can you stay after class, please?” 

“‘Course, Professor Black.”

An average day in second year. Professor Black - Y/n - taught History of Magic after Professor Binns decided his time was up. Too long of teaching sleeping students who could care less about his lessons. However, once Y/n took over the position, kid's grades improved and people were no longer sleeping. She made things fun and inventive.

After class time was up, everyone filed out of the classroom aside from the blond Slytherin boy. Draco has always been on the good side of Professor Black. She was always extremely kind to him despite his rather sour attitude at times. But Draco was always hesitant to initiate a conversation to really speak his feelings to her. But this was the first time she had him stay after class. 

Y/n pulled out the chair in front of her desk as he sat down. His white-blond hair and gleaming blue eyes. His young face, not yet defined. Y/n with her h/c hair and curious glinted e/c eyes. 

“Draco, I want to start this by saying I don’t know what your home life is like.” Y/n began, “I went to Hogwarts with your parents, though, and he wasn’t always kind. Your mother was cordial with me, though.”

“If you don’t find me intruding, what’s your home life like?” 

“I- Um- It’s good.” Stammered Draco, “Father and Mother are always kind.”

Y/n’s eyes glinted with curiosity, “Lucius tolerated me.”

“Tolerated you?”

“I married one of his best friends.” Y/n chuckled, “He didn’t have a choice.”

Draco tilted his head, “Sirius?”

“Oh heavens no!” Y/n exclaimed, “Regulus. Sirius Black's brother.” 

“My- My dead cousin?” He queried. 

She nodded, “Yes. I married Regulus right after graduation. His parents weren’t thrilled, but he loved me so, here we are.”

“May I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“What were his parents like?”

“Horrible. The worst.” Y/n spat, “Sirius got the worst of it, but Regulus did occasionally too.”

“Walburga and Orion were awful. Using the crucio curse is not a great punishment for kids.” Draco’s eyes widened, “Both of them had scars from the curse. Sirius ran away at sixteen, and Regulus was used as their puppet. So used that at the age of eighteen, he felt like he had to prove himself. Which inevitably got him killed.”

“How did you deal with it?”

“Well, would you like my honest answer or my Professor answer?”

“Honest, please.”

“Between you and I, I still haven’t gotten over it.” Y/n shrugged, “I see something that reminds me of him, and I’m back at the start all over again. It takes time, and it’s taken plenty of time, but here I am, doing what I love. Teaching kids.”

“Anyways.” Y/n smiled, “You’re dismissed. I’m sorry I took up your time. However, if you ever feel the need to speak with me, let me know. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Draco picked up his bag, rustling as he stood up. The blond boy was still digesting all the information he gained. He couldn’t believe that his cousins got the crucio curse for a punishment. He thought his parents were bad. Theirs was way worse. Draco was about to walk out of the classroom but turned last minute to look at his Professor. 

“Professor?” 

“Yes, Draco?”

“There’s-“ He swallowed, “There’s a Quidditch match this Saturday. Slytherin versus Ravenclaw. If you have the time, I’d like you to come.”

“Of course. I’ll be there.” Y/n smiled. 

He walked out of the room without a second stop. He felt better about himself now. He had someone who genuinely seemed to care about him. Draco didn’t trust her just yet, but he wouldn’t be opposed to speaking with her as he had just now in the future. Professor Black had always been open and honest with her students. Perhaps that’s why kids liked her so much. 

Saturday arrived quicker than Y/n would’ve hoped for one reason. She, herself, didn’t own any Slytherin-colored merchandise anymore. But there was a box in her quarters that she brought with her to Hogwarts every year. Regulus’s old clothes meaning all his scarfs, ties, button-ups, pants, hats, etc. Y/n couldn’t seem to get rid of them. Frankly, she didn’t want to get rid of them either. 

Carefully she pulled the cardboard box from the top of her closet. Taking a pair of scissors and breaking the tape seal she had put on it multiple years ago. Inside laid many pieces of the evergreen and silver cloth. Y/n’s hands gravitated to the green and silver scarf. Bringing it to her nose, she was shocked. It still smelt like him. Godric, this was going to be more challenging than she initially thought. 

Nonetheless, she put it around her neck along with her button-up and tight-fit pants. Y/n put on the green gloves, much too big for her but had fit Regulus perfectly, the tie, and the scarf. It brought her a sense of nostalgia. It made Y/n feel like she was a fifth-year going out with Regulus on a date to Hogsmeade. But she wasn’t fifteen or in fifth year. Y/n was a Professor and a full-grown adult. And Regulus was dead. 

The game was going well for Slytherin at the beginning. But like most Quidditch games, things can change rather quickly. Ravenclaw was studious. That was for sure. They played skillfully. Y/n sat in the Professor stands with the rest of her colleagues. She sat between McGonagall and Flitwick. But white-blond hair caught her attention in front of her. Lucius Malfoy was here spectating his son. 

McGonagall nudged her, “Where’d you get the Slytherin gear?”

“Regulus.”

“How have you been, dear?” McGonagall questioned softly, “It’s been a whirlwind, but nothing I can do will bring him back, so ‘m still here for him. It’s what he would’ve wanted.” Y/n replied. 

Minerva placed a hand on the girl's knee, “If you need anything, let me know.”

“‘Course, Professor.”

The game ended tragically. Slytherin had just tied the game when Cho Chang had caught sight of the snitch. Sadly, she was able to grasp it before Draco. Leaving Slytherin with two-hundred and thirty points while Ravenclaw ended with three-hundred and eighty points. Lucius seemed furious with this conclusion and stormed off the stands. Y/n knew something was up, so she followed him. 

She came up in a deserted hallway in Hogwarts. Draco stood - now changed into the usual Hogwarts robes - and his father stood before him. From the view she had, Draco’s back was to her, and his father was towering over the boy. 

Lucius had a cold and icy voice, “You are insufferable!”

“You had one job, Draco! One! Catch the damn snitch.” He scolded, “Perhaps you were too daft to figure that out?”

“‘M sorry, father. I didn’t mean to. Honest.” Draco was pleading and begging for mercy; it made Y/n’s heartache at the familiar words. 

“Mum, Dad, I seriously didn’t mean to!” Regulus had cried after breaking a vase, “Excuses, excuses, they won’t get you anywhere in life, boy!” Orion shouted. 

Tears collected in his silver eyes, “‘M sorry! ‘M so sorry!”

Walburga pointed her wand at him, “Crucio.”

Lucius scoffed, “Malfoy’s don’t cry, wipe those tears.”

“Should‘ve sent you to Durmstrang. You come to Hogwarts and forget everything I’ve ever taught you.”

“Father, I really didn’t mean to! She just got there faster than me.” Draco begged. 

Y/n saw it before Draco did. Lucius raised his palm slowly, and Draco flinched. Y/n saw the pale hand rise into the air, and without a second thought, she ran in front of the young boy, taking the blow that was meant for Lucius’ son. Draco heard the sound but never felt the impact. Carefully he opened his eyes to see Professor Black standing in front of him, a hand on her cheek. 

“How dare you get in the way!” Lucius yelled, “How dare I? How dare you for trying to leave a hand on your son!” Y/n retorted her bright cheek red from impact. 

Draco was appalled, “Draco is your son! Not a toy or a puppet, and I will not stand for this!”

“You don’t have to, half breed.” Lucius seethed, “As you said, he’s my son. Not yours.”

“I could give less fucks!” Y/n exclaimed, “Draco is my student. I will not be having you lay your hands on my students.”

Lucius scoffed, “Where’s your child, mm?”

“Right, you don’t have one.” Lucius answered, “Because your blood-traitor of a husband decided to get himself killed!”

“Regulus was not a blood-traitor for trying to right his wrongs!”

“Regulus and Sirius were no different from each other.”

“Leave them out of this!”

“Oh, so it’s still a soft spot for you?”

“So help me, I’ll-“

“Petrificus Totalus.” Draco stated while holding his wand, causing his father to fall to the ground, paralyzed. 

Y/n stared at the body in shock, “Draco.”

She didn’t even have time to reprimand him before he burst into tears. Y/n turned quickly and embraced him into a much-needed hug while the boy sobbed on her shoulder. Y/n’s hands went through Draco’s white-blond hair gently while he let every emotion out. She pulled away and wiped the tears on his cheeks. 

“You’re going to be okay, I promise.” Y/n informed, and Draco nodded, “Th- Thank you, Professor.”

Y/n smiled and sent him off to the Slytherin common room, leaving her to deal with Lucius. The Professor dragged him to Madam Pomfrey to deal with. Later that night, in her quarters, while brushing her teeth, she noticed the considerable bruise covering her left cheek: Blue and purple hues mixed to create a dark blue-violet looking color, almost grey. 

Sixth year was now here. Y/n’s fourth year of teaching at Hogwarts, and she couldn’t have asked for a better job. On September 1st, she went through the floo-network to arrive in her teacher's quarters. Looking at the time, it seemed that students were just about reaching onto the grounds when a knock sounded at her door. 

“Come in!”

A blond boy, much taller, defined face, and grey eyes had just walked into her teacher's quarters, “Good evening, Professor.”

“Good evening, Draco.” Y/n greeted smiling brightly, “What's on your mind, sweetheart?”

Draco didn’t know where to begin as water collected on his lower lash line, and gently he pulled up his left sleeve. Godric, it felt like deva Vu all over again. 

“Y- Y/n.” Regulus called through his tears, “What’s wrong, baby?” Y/n asked, sitting beside him on the four-poster bed. 

Regulus couldn’t help the tears that helplessly fell down his cheeks. His eyes were silver and blurred. Cheeks flushed and hair knotted. This past summer had been a shit show for him with Sirius running away and just everything that had gone on. Regulus had never felt this hopeless before. 

“I- I need your help.”

“Of course, anything, baby.”

He swallowed, “Just know that I’ll love you forever. Okay?”

“‘Course.”

Gently, he released a breath of air and pulled up his left sleeve. The combined snake and skull only meaning one thing. Regulus was now a death eater to the Dark Lord. Tears sprung in Y/n’s eyes but not because of disappointment but because of worry. She didn’t know what she would do if Regulus were to be gone. 

“They forced me!” Regulus pleaded, “Please, please don’t leave me.” 

Regulus was weeping, and Y/n took him into her arms, “Shh, shh, I’m not disappointed. I’m just worried about you.”

“I don’t wanna- I don’t wanna do this.” Regulus whimpered, “Please help me.”

“I’m gonna help you ‘m love. Don’t worry.” 

“What happened this summer?” Y/n asked as Draco pulled back down his sleeve.

“Auntie Bella.”

Draco was trying so hard to swallow his tears as his Professor was now face to face with him, “Draco.”

How was her voice so sweet and calm, almost like she had done this before, “It’s okay to show emotion. It’s being human. Let it go, darling.”

Just like that, the dam broke, and Draco was a sobbing mess again. How was it that Professor Black had always managed to feel more like home than his actual parents? What had his mum done for him while Bellatrix was giving him the mark? She had just stood there watching pain contort on his face. Y/n felt more like a mother to him, more like family to him. 

“Shh. Shh. You’re safe here, Draco.”

“They- They want me-“ He was choking on his words, and Y/n placed her hands on his shoulders, “Take deep breaths and then explain. Okay?”

He began to inhale and exhale air at a slow pace, “They want me to-“ Draco swallowed, “They want me to kill Dumbledore.”

“Okay.” Y/n stated, letting out a breath of air, “You and I will get through this.” 

“You- You promise?” 

“I promise.”

Perhaps it was instinct now for Draco to stay after in her classroom. After every lesson, Draco would visit her in her classroom just to be in her company or to talk. What was it about Y/n that drew these people close to her? Ones with broken souls who believed that couldn’t be helped. Was it her kindness? Perhaps it was her caring nature—too many variables to pinpoint. 

The moment Y/n heard crying in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, she knew something was wrong. Approaching cautiously, she saw Harry Potter doing the same behind Draco, who stood facing the basin, dried tears on his cheeks. Everything happened too fast for Y/n to understand. But when Harry spoke an incantation that left Draco bleeding out on the floor, everything changed. 

She was jumping into action hastily, falling to her knees beside the blond-haired boy while Harry was almost in tears at his mistake. Y/n took her wand out and began muttering spells to heal the boy's chest. Harry was now in a heap on the floor, tears filling his glorious emerald eyes while the Professor took care of his harm. It took ten minutes before the bleeding stopped, and Y/n turned to face Harry. 

“Harry.” 

“‘M sorry. I- I didn’t know…”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad I was here.” Y/n replied, and Harry looked like a mess, “I need you to go to the Gryffindor tower and not speak of this to anyone, okay?”

He nodded and stood up sluggishly. Harry left the bathroom, leaving Y/n with an unconscious Draco. Sighing heavily, she picked up the boy and lugged him to the hospital wing, where he was taken care of. The following day an owl was pecking at Y/n’s window, leading her to wake up and take the note from the owl’s foot. 

“Draco won’t stop calling for you.”

Y/n freshened up, brushing her teeth, hair, and a change of clothes before making her way to the Hospital Wing. It was quite a ways away from. Her section of the school, but if Draco needed her, she needed to be there even if it was six o’clock in the morning. Her shoes made a light tap along with the wood as she walked and hesitantly opened the big door to the infirmary. 

“Oh, thank Merlin!” Madam Pomfrey said with her hand over her heart, “Draco has been asking for you, my dear.”

She gave a tiny smile as Pomfrey pointed to where Draco was lying. Carefully she stripped back some of the white curtain and pulled a chair beside his bed. Y/n took his hand in his. It was cold and pale. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine holding Regulus’ hand in the same exact way after a horrible Bludger accident. 

An hour later, Draco finally woke up, “Mornin’ sweetheart.”

“Professor, you- you came.”

She smiled, “You called for me, of course, I’d come.”

Draco pushed himself up into a sitting position, his grey eyes locked on her warm e/c ones, “Sorry, I just, didn’t expect you to come.”

“How are you feeling?” 

“I feel okay. Little sore but nothing I haven’t been through.” 

Y/n smiled sadly, “I knew a boy just like you, you know?”

“You did?” Draco asked, and she nodded, “I did.”

“Could you tell me about him?”

“Well, he was strong, smart, and closed off. His home life wasn’t too great either and was forced into being what his parents were too.” Draco looked eager for more, “Eventually, he realized that this wasn’t the life he wanted. He no longer cared about his parent's approval. He just wanted to be him, but by then, it was too late.”

“Too late?”

She nodded, “He was already in too late, so he did the only thing he thought of. Betraying his parents, his family. He was so caught up in what he was doing he didn’t realize what he was doing, and now, because of that, he’s no longer with us.”

“But you aren’t too late, Draco.” Y/n stressed, tightening her grip on his hand, “Let me save you. Let me help you.”

Tears ebbed at the corners of his eyes, “Please.”

Y/n took him in her arms and rubbed his back soothingly, “You aren’t alone. I’m here for you.”

It took months, but everything was over. It felt like time had stopped. Y/n could remember the terror standing outside of Hogwarts as the death eaters stood on the other side. Narcissa was calling for him - the boy who had no choice - and Draco was panicking as Lucius began calling his name. 

Draco swallowed and shook his head. 

It was the feeling of relief that brought Y/n solace. Draco took the step that Regulus took, and she would make sure he didn’t pay for it. The relief felt like a breath of fresh air now that the war was over. Y/n had stepped into the Great Hall panicking, hoping, praying that he was okay. At that moment she saw it. 

He was crouched in the corner. People were glaring at him all around. Draco saw. He saw the Weasleys crying over Fred. He saw Harry look empty, staring at Remus Lupin and Nymphadora. The way Lavender Brown’s parents sobbed over her dead body. He saw the way Dennis Creevey was yelling and screaming in pain at seeing his deceased older brother. Draco could remember how close they were. 

Nonetheless, he stood up and ran into her arms: his solace, home, and safe place. Draco couldn’t remember what it felt like to be held this tight. He dug his nose into her neck and just remembered to breathe. She pulled away to see a small smile playing on his lips. Y/n cupped his cheeks gently. 

“I’m so, so proud of you.” Y/n smiled, “I can't explain how proud I am of you. You did it.”

Draco smiled and leaned into her hands, “Thanks, mum.”

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[siriuslyapuff]

when i kissed the teacher (m.mcgonagall)

the one where her mother does it first, and 20 years later she does it too

Everybody screamed

When I kissed the teacher

May 1979

"Phia! Hurry up we're going to miss the boats!" Ophelia Lovegood paused on her way towards their transfiguration professor.

"One second Lil's," she called to the redhead, "I gotta say goodbye to Minnie!"

"Five galleons she doesn't do it." James Potter muttered, looking at his best mate.

"Five galleons she does," Sirius said, smirking at his girlfriend's figure ahead of them.

"What are you two betting on?" Lily Evans asked, a small scowl across her features.

"Nothing Lilyflower," James swung an arm sound the redhead's shoulder. "Just watch."

Ophelia Lovegood stopped in front of her head of house a cheeky smile plastered across her pale cheeks. 

"Yes, Miss Lovegood?" The professor raised an eyebrow.

And they must have thought they dreamed

When I kissed the teacher

"Just wanted to say goodbye Minnie!" She wrapped her arms around the professor, "and say thank you for everything, I love you, Minnie."The normally stern woman has a soft expression on her face as she patted the blonde girl's hair, hugging her back.

"You're very welcome Miss Lovegood." They pulled apart, both oblivious to the expectant boys watching them.

Without warning, Ophelia grinned and pecked McGonagall on the mouth before bolting toward the boats. Leaving the Scottish woman in a state of unbridled shock. She stared as the blonde pushed past hoards of people to reach the docks.

When I kissed the teacher

Couldn't quite believe her eyes

"See you soon Minnie! I'll miss you!" She shouted, diving into a boat with Marlene McKinnon who was laughing so hard she was crying.

"Oi! Minnie! Trying to steal my girl?!" Sirius smirked, sauntering over to the, still, very shocked professor.

She looked like a fool

Nearly petrified 'cause she was taken by surprise

"Sorry, Siri! Minnie is my one true love! You've been replaced," Ophelia taunted, grinning. The two Gryffindor boys both kissed their teacher on the cheek before running to catch up with the rest of their friends.

Minerva McGonagall shook her head, "finally, I can get some peace and quiet." She sighed, waving at her favorite students as they departed for the last time. But she'd miss the Marauders, that is until their kids came along.

As I held my breath

The world stood still but then she just smiled

May 1998

What a crazy day

When I kissed the teacher  

"Come on Haribo! The boats wait for no one!" Asterope Black, the spitting image of her father, grinned, dragging an amused Harry Potter behind her.

"Miss Black! Slow down! It is not a race." Minerva McGonagall looked at the pair, attempting to be stern, but a fond smile had begun to slip through the cracks.

"Sorry, Min-Min! I'm just excited to ride the boats again." The girl threw her arms around the professor she saw as a grandmother. "I'll miss you so much! I can't believe my seven years with you is over!"

The professor smiled softly at the girl, the girl who reminded her so much of her mother. And exactly like her mother, all those years ago, Asterope leaned up and pecked the teacher on the lips.

"By Min-Min! Have a good summer!"

All my sense had flown away

When I kissed the teacher

    Harry looked at the professor with an apologetic expression as he was dragged away toward the boats.

"Bye Professor, see you around."

"Asterope Eris Black!" Hermione screeched once they reached the boats. "What were you thinking?! That was highly inappropriate!"

"Whaaaat?" She grinned, "Mum told me to do it!"

Hermione gasped, "Mrs. Black told you to do that?!" She looked positively scandalized. She could see Sirius Black telling his daughter to do that, but Mrs. Black? The woman who always made her tea, to chat about books over? 

"Yeah! Dad told me mum did it on their last day! I've been waiting seven years to carry on the legacy." The dark-haired-girl, who looked so very much like her father, smirked, that same troublemaker smirk. “And mum told me to carry on the tradition!”

Minerva McGonagall watched from her place at the docks as the two girls bickered, shaking her head, of course, it was Ophelia and Sirius's idea. She expected nothing less from a child of the most mischievous Marauders.

Asterope waved as the boats left the docks, smiling with tears in her eyes, blowing one last kiss to her favorite professor.

I was in the seventh heaven

When I kissed the teacher

#minerva mcgonagall #minnie #sirius black x daughter!reader #sirius black x oc #sirius black daughter #oc! #Fem! OC #hogwarts #seventh year #jily #harry x oc #harry potter #sirius black fluff #fluff #minnie x marauders

[october31st1981]

Peace I Leave With You

(Unfinished - June 1, 2016)

James can’t sleep anymore.

He’s never been particularly restful, always fidgeting and stretching, even during sleep. His eagerness to move even follows him into his dreams. It hasn’t changed since the war. When it isn’t unbounded energy keeping him on the verge of waking up, it’s unease. 

Today, it is the latter. 

It has been three days since Voldemort disappeared, and James hasn’t slept since.

In the immediate aftermath, when the relief of finding their family alive had given way to wondering what exactly happened, Lily thought, briefly, that it had been a miracle. That the prophecy lingering over their heads had finally come to fruition, and their son had won. But James knew better. For the first time in his life, he was unwilling to trust in the goodness of the world. It didn’t take long to figure out why.

James cannot find rest in a world where Sirius Black isn’t alive. 

They had been asleep, of all things. Finally under the protection of the Fidelius, finally able to ease some of the heavy weight of the worry and fatigue from trying not to be found, they turned in early that night. They did not hear Sirius when he came to check on Harry, or his quiet refusals to move away from Harry’s cot. 

“Love magic,” is Dumbledore’s explanation when they ask. His tone sounds almost reverent, and for some reason, that makes James want to hit him. 

There is one fact they do know, from the information flooding from the other side. At some point, Regulus Black asked Voldemort to spare his brother’s life. Albus doesn’t have an answer for how an eighteen-year-old boy had risen high enough in the ranks to be able to make such a request of Lord Voldemort. Regulus is dead now, so it’s not as if they can ask him. 

All the same, Sirius was given a choice. Step aside and let his godson be taken, or suffer the consequences of standing in the way.

He had not hesitated.

Only the Order mourns. All along the wizarding world, celebrations are breaking out because of the Dark Lord’s fall. No one seems to care that it was at the cost of someone’s life. While fireworks light up the London sky in the daytime, James Potter lowers his best friend into the ground. 

Minerva McGonagall is crying. James’s mother is gone, and Walburga Black could care less, but Minerva McGonagall is crying and James cannot look at her without feeling as if he’s forced her son into the grave. 

He’s supposed to speak, of course. James is supposed to speak because he’s Sirius’s family, and everyone is looking at him for answers. And he tries.

“Sirius Black,” he says, hoarsely. His throat is too tight to continue, so he begins again. “Was—” is all James manages before he can’t find words.

Lily takes over then, in spite of the tears on her own face. She holds James’s hand in her own and their baby on her hip, and she’s so much stronger than him, because she can bring herself to use past tense. 

Exhaustion doesn’t make James any less aware, so it’s not hard to navigate people after the service, speaking when he’s supposed to and nodding when he’s not. 

If he were to choose to speak to anyone, it would be Remus, but neither of them can look each other in the eye. Lily, beautiful and unbending to their brokenness, hands Harry over to James and takes Remus into her arms. James looks away when his shoulders begin to shake.

Harry fists his hand in James’s shirt, and James looks down at him. He is smiling, because he does not know any better. There is a scar on his forehead from three days ago, still fresh. It had been Harry’s crying that woke them up moments before the explosion. 

His son’s life is a gift from Sirius which he will never be able to repay. 

Lily’s hand on his shoulder guides him away from the crowds eventually, and he’s grateful. They walk to Bathilda’s house, their temporary home. It isn’t far, because Sirius has been buried in Godric’s Hollow next to the parents who loved him. 

“He was supposed to come over today,” says James pointlessly. Lily knows this. She has been just as excited for it as he has. Still, he feels the need to fill the silence. The world is too quiet now. 

Lily nods, eyes downcast. “I was going to make him a cake.” 

Sirius Black will never be twenty-two, but they throw him a birthday party anyway.

#i'll be honest part of the reason i'm posting these unfinished stories is bc thinking hp now - both as a fandom and as a series i loved #makes me a little sad #so. fitting i guess. #xoxo gossip girl #ayesha writes things #sirius black #james potter #starbucks #? #it's about them mostly lol #(not romantically) #jily #lily evans #long post #fanfiction #mine #excerpts #character death tw