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#halloween 1981
hyperfocuscentre · 3 days
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you say ‘the prophecy is remus coded’ but what if i said that it’s lily coded? it’s about lily losing faith in dumbledore, lily trying to find a way to keep harry safe from the prophecy, lily BEGGING for her sons life.
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kmpslashposter · 6 months
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Slashers related inktober bits from last year :)))
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straightforpotter · 2 months
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Just Lovers SPOILERS⚠️⚠️
My heart just dropped into my stomach then I just burnt into tears, I think that was the most perfect ending to a marauders fic I’ve ever read and no one can change my mind
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stistilinskii · 9 months
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the fact that it’s canon that lily evans had to hear james die. she’s only 21 and she’s rushing to barricade the door with anything she can grab hold of and trying to do everything she can to save harry. harry- it’s all for harry- she needs to save her son, her boy. but then she hears james’ voice- stupid, brave potter- his voice is much different from when they were only eleven, but it still has the same arrogance, the same air of authority that lily used to scoff at and still does. over the clamouring, lily listens as his voice stops. and then she has to hear the moment his body hits the ground. it’s sudden; like a marionette whose strings had been cut. james potter, who she had once sworn she would hate until the day she died. james potter, who managed to win her heart during their final years at hogwarts and has kept it ever since. james potter is gone. dead just like that. it’s agony and it’s grief. but then it’s only fear as she hears the stairs creak and knows that voldemort is coming for them too.
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jestinjoculators · 6 months
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that one scene from Halloween II. I just think it's interesting how weirdly okay he was with having his fingers slurped... until she has to go - then it's all WHOOOAAAHHH I'M A BIG MURDERER DIE DIE DIE
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my-castles-crumbling · 6 months
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I literally had a small sad moment yesterday because imagine newly-bitten child Remus Lupin experiencing Halloween.
And all the kids dressing up as werewolves because they're "so scary and bloodthirsty."
And him just learning to fucking hate Halloween because he's reminded, every year that people hate him and are terrified of him.
And then Halloween 1981.
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The children of Cokeworth, while making their way along the river bend and past the old mill, on their yearly pilgrimage to collect candy and show off their costumes, chant “Trick or Treat” and giggle amongst each other, overflowing with cheer for the holiday.
However… one frequent comment stands out among the whispers of ‘who’s house gives out the best candy’ and ‘which street is best decorated’ or ‘what costumes are most frightening’.
So unlike the joy and secrecy, there is a sense of sadness and confusion as the children lament that “the Dracula man with the long hair isn’t home”.
And so, like in the Wizarding world, the muggle children of Cokeworth have a notably somber Halloween in the year 1981.
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olympip · 26 days
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rip to birthday boy james potter. you would've loved having people say "cha-cha-cha" in between the lines of the happy birthday song.
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maraudersoncrack1981 · 6 months
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Headcannon that James and Lily split up (on good terms ofc) and had shared custody of Harry, James got together with Regulus and Lily with Mary, life was great. Until Halloween. Regulus went to work that night and Lily and Mary thought it would be a good idea to visit James and Harry as it was Halloween. Peter comes with Voldemort and James Lily and Mary get killed trying to protect Harry. Regulus comes home from work later that night...
Regulus:*Walks up to the front door to see its wide open and starts to panick*
Regulus: Jamie..? Harry..?! JAMES HARRY WHERE ARE YOU?!
Regulus:*He rushes further into the house and that's when he see's him, the love of his life, lifeless on the stairs.*
Regulus: J-Jamie..? J-JAMES NO PLEASE OH MERLIN NO ANYTHING BUT THIS PLEASE!
Regulus sobbed and sobbed, holding his soul mates corpse in his arms tightly, he wasn't warm anymore, the sun wasn't warm.
After 30 minutes of sobbing Regulus hears crying from upstairs, that is the only thing that could have tore Regulus away from James in that moment, the desperate confused cries of Harry.
Regulus ran upstairs and eventually got to Harry's nursery, where there lay the dead body's of Lily and Mary, and the curled up baby Harry with a fresh scar plastered on his forehead. From that point on Regulus vowed he would never let anyone hurt Harry, for James, and for Lily.
Regulus raised Harry along side Harry's Uncle Moony and Uncle Pads.
Thank you and goodbye.
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recluse-moth · 6 months
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James: I’m gonna love you for the rest of my life…
Lily: Just love me for the rest of mine…
I was gonna draw fanart with this quote but everything came out like trash so enjoy this ugly sketch for a piece that never will be
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tomatoheadedmonkey · 6 months
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rip james and lily potter you guys would have loved using the term ‘slay’
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midnightsera · 6 months
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thinking about how bohemian rhapsody came out exactly six years before james and lily died
so it would’ve probably been playing when voldemort arrived
just imagine sirius finding their bodies with it stuck on loop faintly in the background and being reminded of that day whenever he heard it afterwards
i love causing myself pain 😃
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blitheringmcgonagall · 6 months
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The Very End
31st July 1980
“He looks just like you, sweetie,” Lily said, beaming up at James with a look of pure joy.
James stared again – at Harry’s tiny hands, at his surprising amount of black hair, at the shape of his forehead, at his tiny, cute lips. He rubbed his wet cheeks with the back of his hand.
“He’s far cuter,” he sighed, placing his hands on either side of her shoulders, tenderly kissing the top of her head again, like he couldn’t quite believe she was safe.
“He’s gorgeous,” she whispered, holding Harry against her chest, still in a daze.
“I love you both so much, I can’t find enough words…” James said, as though annoyed at himself, and using the front of his T-shirt to wipe his eyes.
“You don’t need to, James,” Lily said.
It didn’t matter that she was more drained than she had ever felt in her life, that she felt worse than she did coming back from Order missions that went awry. Harry was the sweetest thing she had ever seen, and he was their baby. She hadn’t known it was possible to feel such overwhelming love for someone she had just met.
September 1981
“Prongs? Prongs! Pick up your mirror! It’s me. Fuck, Merlin, fuck! I can't... I don't… fuck!"
“Merlin, Pads, calm down! Are you alright? You look like shit. What happened?”
“I think Remus is the spy... fuck! Remus is the spy, I know he is!”
“Don’t be daft.”
“This isn’t a joke, Prongs!”
“Are you out of your mind, Sirius?”
“Don’t get angry, Prongs, I swear it’s the truth.”
“Don’t you dare accuse Moony of-“
“The only people who knew about the Prewetts’ mission were-“
“Fuck off, I’m not listening to your bullshit! Get some sleep, you look exhausted, old chap.”
“I swear to you-“
“And eat something, damn it! And apologise to Moony!”
October 1981
“Pettigrew, you are aware of the concept of a sell-by date?”
“My Lord?”
“Shall I spell it out for my Gryffindor spy? If fresh fruit isn’t consumed by a certain time, it rots and is thrown away.”
“M-my Lord?”
“Find me the Potters, or else!”
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“Prongs! Thank Merlin you picked up! I’m not risking using the mirrors again after today, they have spies everywhere, I feel like someone is watching us right now. I need to be quick!”
“Padfoot, I’m worried about you, you don't sound-“
“Listen to me! I’ve done more research on the Fidelius Charm. If I die, the protection dies with me. We need a back-up plan! They’ll come for me anyway, they’ll presume it’s me, and when they do-”
“Fucking bloody fucking -“
“Shut up and listen! And when they do, they won’t realise I wasn’t the Secret Keeper. You’ll still be safe, a double layer of protection. We need to swap. We need to make Peter the Secret Keeper!”
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“Sirius, we need to talk,” Remus said.
Sirius remained seated, his haunted eyes looking up at him devoid of happiness.
“Yes, we do,” he answered eventually, reluctantly.
“Sirius, I can’t keep doing this, sharing a flat with you knowing that you believe me to be a traitor, that I’m working for Voldemort,” Remus’ voice shook.
Sirius pressed his lips together tightly.
“What do you want me to do?” Sirius said after a long pause.
“I can’t live like this,” Remus said.
There were tears in his eyes and Sirius couldn’t stand it, couldn’t stand the part of him that longed to hold Remus tight and believe everything he said.
“What do you want me to do?” Sirius said.
“I… please, Sirius, you must know I would never,” Remus’ voice sounded like he was panicking.
He couldn’t keep doing this, throwing more and more complicated wards around the flat and then lying in bed wondering would Remus let Bellatrix in, or would he be found one day, murdered by his ex-lover in his sleep. It was slowly driving him insane.
“You’re right, we can’t live like this any longer,” Sirius said quietly, digging his nails into his hands to stop him falling apart.
“Sirius, please,” Remus said. “I can explain, I’m not supposed to, but I’ll tell you everything…”
Not so long ago he would have fallen for whatever falsehoods Remus told him, anything to persuade himself that Remus was on their side.
“Don’t bother!” he said, standing up, afraid to even let Remus start to speak, in case he fell for his elaborate stories.
Hadn’t they marvelled for years at how Remus always managed to get away with pranks, the only one never to get caught?
“I don’t want to hear your lies!” he said, trying desperately to keep his voice hard.
“Sirius, you’re not yourself,” Remus whispered.
His halting voice sounding kind, how could it sound so kind, despite Sirius’ words?
“Don’t!” Sirius couldn’t keep the panic out of his own tone. “Don’t try to manipulate me. Get out!”
Remus seemed stunned now. As though he genuinely hadn’t expected this. How?
Remus nodded dumbly and started walking slowly towards his room. Where was Remus going to go? He couldn’t afford to rent anywhere, would the bastard Death – Eaters give him a place to stay, a proper place, or shove him in some hovel and –
“Wait! I’m leaving,” he called out after Remus.
Remus turned around slowly, as though composing himself.
“Pardon?” he whispered.
“I’m going, I can’t stand this place since Prongs left, since Wormy left, it’s not home, I’ll find somewhere else,” he said, throwing on his leather jacket.
“Pardon? Pad- Sirius, I can’t stay here by myself, you know I can’t afford to pay for this,” Remus said, looking at him in utter confusion.
“I don’t want your money, Merlin, fuck!” Sirius said heatedly. “I just don’t want… just stay here… so Moody can keep an eye on you!”
“What will you…?” Remus still looked lost.
“I don’t give a flying fuck what happens to me, Remus,” Sirius said, striding towards James and Lily’s old room and throwing a few of his clothes haphazardly into his black backpack.
“Sirius! Where will you go?” Remus said, and he could see the concerned expression, the worried frown.
He had to get out or he would cave.
“It doesn’t concern you any longer, Lupin,” he said, his throat closing as he tried to speak.
He watched Remus swallow.
“I won’t stop fighting Voldemort or his men, you can tell them that,” he said. “My own miserable life may be falling apart, but I never deserved any better, and that doesn’t matter, not in the greater scheme of things. The show must go on.”
“Seren1,” Remus took one step forward, looking as though he might burst into tears.
“Fuck off, Lupin, leave me alone!” Sirius gasped, frightened at his own weakness, his lack of willpower.
31st October 1981
“Marvellous news, Wormtail,” Voldemort says, griping Peter’s shoulder and causing the small man to nearly faint with shock. “I haven’t felt this elated since I can’t remember when!”
Voldemort looks positively radiant, and Peter…
Keep reading
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padfoot-lupin77 · 6 months
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James would convince the marauders to do the silliest craziest costumes for Halloween. Like dressing up as hot dog, hamburger, pizza and tacos. Ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise and barbecue sauce. Meanwhile Lily is carefully planning her costume from mid-summer, sometimes buys fabrics and sews it herself and gets best costume award. My point is, they both loved dressing up for Halloween, so they definitely died in costumes, and proceeded to spend the rest of eternity like that.
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jestinjoculators · 6 months
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sparkly!
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my-castles-crumbling · 6 months
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According to my work, I get one day of bereavement when someone I am not related to dies. So I can call out for James and Lily’s death, right?
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