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noideasforausername · 19 days

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two flowers.

description: the Evans' sisters relationship viewed through Petunia's lens. canon compliant for the most part.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: angst, angst and more angst. also not super proofread, I wrote this spontaneously on a random afternoon.

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When Petunia was born, her mother pointed out her pink cheeks, deciding to name her after the pretty petunia bush that had been growing in their back garden. She was showered with love and adoration by her parents, both completely enamored by her every move.

Just before her second birthday, her mother’s attention seemed to shift towards her belly. Petunia started noticing the small but substantial lack of displays of affection she would normally receive; so, she cried a bit harder and yelled a bit louder.

On the 30th of January 1960, Petunia woke up in an unknown bed. She shivered, gripped the covers tighter and brought them up to her face - just like the princesses in her fairytale books would do. Her parents had left her with their next-door neighbour: Miss Gertrude. Miss Gertrude smelled like an old lady and kept an absurd number of cat pictures on display in every room. Miss Gertrude did not pay attention to her at all. Nor did she take notice of how hard she cried, or how loud she yelled.

They nicknamed her Lilybud, because she was as innocent and pure as the flower her mother had planted right next to the petunia bush in their garden. Lily was born with bright green eyes and a fiery tuft of red hair – their mother’s hair. Lily did not need to cry or yell, because anyone who met her would become instantly enraptured by her striking features: her round, angelic face, adorned with carefully placed freckles. Where Lily was soft, Petunia was sharp.

Their mother would insist she didn’t have a favorite. Petunia couldn’t help but notice how during family dinners, everyone’s eyes seemed glued to Lily, how hard they’d laugh at Lily’s jokes, or how their eyes glossed over when they looked at her – like she was occupying the time they could’ve spent looking at Lily.

When she was nine, Petunia stole her mother’s eyeliner and climbed into the sink to better look in the mirror. She tried to draw freckles on her face. Her father caught her and laughed. The freckles morphed into black tearstains on her small face.

On her thirteenth birthday, Petunia had been called plain. She entered her school’s building with a smile on her face, wearing her best dress; she exited in tears, with Lily close behind her. That night she cried in Lily’s lap.

On Lily’s following birthday – her eleventh birthday – their mother had insisted that her daughter stay home from school, because she deserved it. Petunia sat in her favorite armchair, the one in the corner of the living room, with a crooked party hat on her head. She was eating a ridiculously large slice of cake in silence when an unexpected knock sounded on the door. By the end of the night, miss Gertrude had called the police to complain about the noise coming from the Evans’ household.

On the 1st of September 1971, Petunia watched her parents cry harder than ever before as her sister boarded the Hogwarts Express.

Every summer since that day everybody witnessed Lilybud grow into a perfectly delicate Lily flower – similar to the one that had started overshadowing the withering petunia bush in the Evans’ garden.

Lily was magical. Lily was special. Petunia was not.

During her final year of high school, Petunia’s parents asked her to pick Lily up from the train station. Petunia arrived half an hour earlier. She spotted the familiar platform and stopped in her tracks. She flung herself into the nearest bathroom and cried for twenty-five minutes, before finally drying her eyes and stepping through the invisible platform to welcome her sister.

“Pet!” Lily would yell when she saw her. Petunia wondered whether her sweet tone of voice was the only thing counteracting the venom of the word.

Later that year, she met Vernon.

Vernon who made her feel special from their very first meeting. Not because he’d done anything particularly extraordinary, but because he looked her way... and saw her - not Lily’s sister, just her.

Vernon was a simple man. He was direct, and wanted a typical, ordinary life.

Petunia was standing in their shared apartment when an owl flew through the open window and landed next to her. Reluctantly opening Lily’s letter, she was met by a moving picture of her and her friends - a ‘missing you’ sloppily written on the back. When Vernon glanced at the picture, he’d disdainfully rolled his eyes. Petunia knew he was the one then.

When Petunia told her parents she was pregnant, they’d toasted the occasion, and she basked in their proud glares. That lasted about a month, until Lily sent word of her own pregnancy – for which their parents threw a big neighborhood party.

When Dudley was born, Petunia gained a new purpose. She’d allowed Vernon to name him after his own grandfather, overlooking something so insignificant as the name of her child. Because he was her child. And she’d make sure he felt as special as he deserved to. Despite not being extraordinary.

When Vernon had broached the subject of having another child, Petunia stopped talking to him for a week. She’d told him she’d rather have her tubes tied than risk the possibility of Dudley getting a sibling, and the subject was dropped.

On Halloween Eve 1981, Petunia almost stepped on a child. She read the letter in its grip and leaned against the doorframe, not trusting her feet for support.

Minutes later, after briefly informing a red-faced Vernon of this new household addition, she locked herself in her room, desperately digging through her closet.

When the hard oak of the box grazed her fingertips, she pulled it out and struggled with the rusty lock. She crumbled to the ground and lay there silently sobbing, surrounded by the few objects Lily had magicked for her over the years – most of them lying there, now unmoving.

After Lily’s funeral, Petunia went into the backyard of her childhood home, and kneeled next to the petunia bush that had withered due to a lack of sun and water. She unearthed the still-intact lily flower and travelled with it in her hands through the long bus commute. It was the first time she hadn’t minded people’s stares.

The flower still grows, to this day, at the base of Lily’s grave.

Harry Potter grew up wondering why Petunia rarely looked him in the eye. Her eyes always seemed to fixate on his admittedly messy hair, just above his brows, often followed by a comment on how he ought to cut it.

He’d once asked her why she kept looking over the fence at the neighboring houses and was met with a stern scoff. Harry had gone on to assume she was on the hunt for gossip. The truth was, she wanted to make sure the neighbors were keeping things orderly, or else she’d be ready to call the cops and complain of the excessive noise.

When she last saw Harry, Petunia was standing in her empty living room. His footsteps echoed down the bare hallway and stopped right in front of her.

Petunia finally looked at him.

And after almost twenty years, she locked eyes with Lily.

At long last, instead of the usual wave of envy, she felt a surge of pride overwhelm her.

Harry had done what she couldn’t - he’d become extraordinary, despite being constantly outshined in their household.

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postnuclearel · 2 months

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LILY EVANS IS A COMPLEX CHARACTER!!!

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celestialgalaxyglow · 1 month

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Lily and Petunia catching up after making amends.

Petunia: You had two kids?!

Lily: Not exactly. Harry is mine and James’, Leo is James and Regulus’.

Petunia: How?

Lily: Well for James and I we just did what we had to do to make a baby. James and Reg got Regulus’ cousin Andromeda to agree to be their surrogate for Leo.

Petunia: And Leo is James and Regulus’ biologically?

Lily: Yes, we in the magical world do have ways for same-sex couples to have biological children.

Petunia: Still why did you decide to have them both at the same time? Especially in the middle of a war?

Lily: In hindsight it wasn’t a very good idea but we wanted to start a family. I am still concerned how Harry and Leo’s relationship will develop as they grow up, especially with Leo only being 16 days older.

Petunia: Well hopefully the boys will take after you and Regulus and everything will be fine.

Lily: Well the boys do look a lot like James so maybe the universe will balance things out and make their personalities more like mine and Regulus.

Petunia: We can only hope.

#the marauders #marauders #marauders era #petunia evans #lily evans #james potter #regulus black #andromeda tonks #harry potter #Leo Potter #jegulily #james x lily #james x regulus

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engie-ivy · 1 year

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(Hot Sirius Charming Everyone😋)

Petunia was already not best pleased that her younger sister got to invite not only her new boyfriend, but also those other freaks from her school to the Evans' Christmas celebration. It gets worse when Petunia's own friends are all over Lily's handsome friend.

Wherever You Go, You Light Up the Room

Christmas Without You - Ava Max

Petunia was actually quite excited at first.

Her parents are hosting a lovely Christmas celebration back at their home in Cokeworth, and encouraged Petunia to invite as much people as she wanted.

Petunia finished high school earlier this year and is now working as a secretary, and it seemed like a perfect opportunity to invite her new co-workers, to get to know them better outside of work. She might even have invited her boss.

Petunia gets along great with her boss, and things between them are really picking up steam. Just last week, Mr Dursley had told her she looked very presentable, and the other day, he had almost called her ‘Petunia’ instead of ‘Ms Evans’. In return, Petunia had added two cookies instead of one when she brought him his coffee. She still blushes and giggles sometimes just thinking about how forward she has been!

And oh, Vernon Dursley is just such a proper man! Predictable, dependable, and oh, so delightfully normal! With Petunia’s younger sister always having been ‘the special one’, Petunia has resigned to being the normal one, embraced it even, and she’s going to be not just normal, but perfectly normal. Making her interest known to a man such as Mr Dursley, followed up by a few dates where he picks her up and drops her off at her parents’ house, him after a proper amount of time proposing when having obtained her father’s permission, and eventually her marrying him and quitting her job and moving out of her parents’ house to live as his wife just fits perfectly in that plan.

Inviting Mr Dursley to her parents’ Christmas celebration would’ve been a great way to get to know him in a different setting, and for her parents to meet him without putting too much pressure on it.

Of course, it was all ruined when she heard her younger sister was coming.

And not just that, because, all right, she could’ve expected her parents would invite their other daughter, but her younger sister’s new boyfriend and her friends are all coming! Her younger sister is in her last year of what she calls school, and Petunia had hoped she would spend the Christmas break with her boyfriend’s family. But no, she and those other freaks she knows from that school are coming to the Evans’ Christmas celebration.

There was absolutely no way Petunia was going to invite anyone from work when those people are around. She will not have her co-workers think she associates with freaks like that! Or have them know that she has a freak like that in her own family.

Of course, they can’t use their so-called magic when normal people are around, but she knows by now that those people are weird enough even without doing their nasty little tricks.

Yet, Petunia didn’t want to be alone at her parents’ party, and they won’t appreciate her missing the celebration, so she decided to invite her friends from school. She has been complaining to them about her weird sister, going to her school for weird kids, ever since they were children, so it’s nothing they don’t already know.

That’s how Petunia finds herself at the party with her parents, her parents’ friends, and her school friends Harriet and Edith.

At first, it’s quite nice, having lovely chats with relatives Petunia hasn’t seen in a while and old friends of her parents, sipping drinks with her friends. That is, of course, before her sister arrives.

“What was that?” Harriet clutches her necklace.

“Probably a car backfiring,” Petunia tries to reassure her, warily looking out the window where the loud bang came from.

Her suspicions are confirmed when a moment later, her sister and her friends walk in.

Lily looks stunning. She’s wearing an emerald green dress that matches her eyes and her dark red hair is hanging loose over her shoulders. She’s smiling brightly, her parents’ pride and joy, immediately the light of the party, and the centre of attention, as always.

And now there’s also the boyfriend.

Her parents think he’s oh, so charming, with his open expression and always that disarming grin, but Petunia thinks he’s just slightly too pleased with himself. It annoys her that even for her parents’ Christmas celebration he couldn’t be bothered to try and make his hair look decent. Even worse, it looks like he’s messing it up on purpose. At least he’s wearing proper clothes this time. When Lily brought him over for dinner for the first time, he had been wearing leggings and a bathrobe. He had been surprised at their reactions, and told Lily he went to a Muggle clothes store especially for her.

They sure love throwing that word around: Muggle. It always angers Petunia, no matter how many times Lily explains it’s not a slur, just a term.

Lily must’ve picked out her boyfriend’s clothes this time, as he’s wearing good trousers and a woollen jumper. Most of Lily’s friends luckily seem to know what normal clothes look like, except for two red-headed guys who seem to be wearing chestnut brown dresses. Well, they can pas for whacky art students or something.

While Petunia is thinking about how grateful she is she did not invite Mr Dursley, she vaguely registers hearing a motorcycle outside, but it’s not until Harriet’s and Edith’s simultaneous gasps that she realises another guest has arrived.

Petunia turns to the door, and almost gasps herself. She vaguely wonders if the young man walking in also didn’t know how to wear normal clothes, or whether he chose jeans that tight on purpose and meant to leave that many buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. She realises she’s staring, and quickly looks away, her cheeks heating up.

Harriet and Edith have no such qualms.

Harriet is leaning with her elbows on the table, her head resting on her hands, eying him up and down. “Now, that is a rare specimen.”

“And a fine specimen,” Edith agrees. “They don’t often make ‘em like that.”

Harriet hums. “Keep the candy canes, I prefer the eye candy.”

Edith fans herself with a napkin. “Is it me or had it suddenly gotten a lot hotter in here?”

Petunia is mortified at her friends acting so untoward, just at seeing a handsome man. Not that she thinks he’s handsome, of course.

The man looks around the room, and it’s surely unnatural to have hair that dark with eyes that bright. He spots Lily and Potter, waves and walks over, so if he’s one of them, Petunia supposes he is unnatural.

“Stop it!” Petunia hisses at her friends. “He’s one of those freaks from that school for deviants my sister goes to!”

Harriet rolls her eyes. “Hun, I wouldn’t have cared it he were a bloody werewolf, with cheekbones like that.”

The man walks past and Edith leans over to unsubtly watch him go. “Or a backside like that.”

Petunia scoffs as she takes a sip from her drink, trying very hard to not look at the handsome man’s backside. Not that she thinks he’s handsome, of course.

“Tuney? What’s wrong? Are you not enjoying the party?”

Petunia turns to look at Lily, giving her a hard glare. “What’s wrong? That’s what’s wrong!” She points across the room to where Harriet is giggling and twirling her hair around her finger so much Petunia is worried it’ll get stuck, and Edith is batting her eyelashes while leaning over the table so that practically the whole room can look down her dress, both of them chatting up Lily’s handsome friend. Not that she thinks he’s handsome, of course.

“Ah, yes,” Lily says, studying the scene calmly. “The Infamous Black Charm. Hardly anyone can resist. I’m sorry, I probably should’ve warned you about that. Don’t worry, though. I know just how to put a stop to it.”

Lily looks around the room and for a moment Petunia hopes she’ll turn Harriet’s and Edith’s hair blue, like she did to Petunia a couple of times when they were young, but she immediately pushes the thought away. She would never want Lily to use that awful magic of hers, especially not against her friends, it’s disgusting and wrong. No matter how much she would like to see Harriet’s and Edith’s hair turn blue.

But Lily does not grab her magic stick. Instead, she calls out “Oi, Lupin!”

One of Potter’s friends turns around. He really should’ve been hideous, with scars all across his face, but somehow, his warm honey-coloured eyes make him look sort of... sweet.

Lily points to where Edith is practically shoving her, admittedly quite impressive, bosom against Black. “Resolve that situation, please.”

A wolfish grin spreads over Lupin’s face. “My pleasure.” He marches towards Black and Petunia’s friends.

“What’s he gonna-?” Petunia begins nervously, but before she can finish her sentence, Lupin grabs Black by his collar, pulls him in and starts snogging him senseless. “Oh.”

Petunia stares in shock, and Harriet and Edith look on in bewilderment.

“What...” Black has to gasp for air once Lupin has pulled away. “was that for?”

Lupin smiles, pressing another quick, soft kiss on Black’s lips. “Just clearing something up.”

Harriet and Edith have joined Petunia at her table again, but she’s not sure if that’s actually a good thing, as now they can’t stop gushing about what a cute couple Black and Lupin make. She’s actually relieved when they have to get home. Her relief is short-lived, however, as Lily and her friends join her at her table.

“I’m sorry,” Lupin says, standing beside her, one arm casually wrapped around Black’s waist. “We didn’t mean to take your friends’ attention away from you.”

Petunia would think he was mocking her, but he looks so genuinely sorry and sounds so sincere, it’s almost difficult to snap at him.

Almost.

“I don’t need sympathy from unnatural freaks like you!”

“Oi!” Black protests. “We love each other! You can’t help who you fall in love with, and it doesn’t make us ‘freaks’.”

Petunia states at him. Then crosses her arms over her chest. “I don’t give a rat’s arse down whose throat you want to stick your tongue! I mean that unnatural and freaky magic, or whatever you claim it to be.”

“Oh,” Black says a bit sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I thought you meant because we’re two guys who... Well, you know.”

Petunia bristles. How did they get from her insulting Black to Black apologizing to her? It’s unnerving.

Luckily, Potter makes getting angry a lot easier. “Why do you hate Wizarding folks so much, Tuney?”

“You don’t get to call me that!” Petunia snaps. It’s only when Lily beams at her she realises how it must sound. Like it’s something special between her and Lily. Good god, she thought she had gotten over that when she was twelve. “You wizards think you’re so special, but you just always ruin everything! Like that senile old man who took my sister away to that freakshow he called a school, and even before that, there was this gross, creepy boy always lurking from the bushes when Lily and I were playing, always trying to get Lily away from me. He thought himself just so much better than me, because he was a wizard, and I was ‘just a Muggle’. You’d think that someone who doesn’t even know how to wash his hair wouldn’t be so arrogant, but he had an ego almost the size of his nose, that ugly git from Snape.”

There’s a silence.

“Oh no,” Lupin mutters.

“Here we go,” Lily sighs.

Huge, identical grins spread over Potter’s and Black’s faces.

“What?” Petunia shifts uneasily. “What did I say?”

At that point, Potter and Black appear on either side of her, both throwing an arm around her shoulders.

“Oh, Tuney,” Black says. “I think we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.”

“Yeah,” Potter agrees. “I have the feeling that if we get to know each other a bit better, we’ll get along splendidly!”

#my tumblr writing #wolfstar christmas #wolfstar christmas fics #wolfstar holiday fluff #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #lily evans #petunia evans

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phantomgrimalkin · 12 days

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Parents offering money to break up with their child - multiship version

Anyone offers Barty money to break up with someone: Barty pockets the cash and warns his boyfriend that the ‘rents are gonna be a nightmare for awhile.

The Blacks offer Remus money to break up with Sirius: Remus shouts that he loves Sirius more than money.

After Sirius runs away from his family, Lyall offers Sirius money to break up with Remus: Sirius punches him in the face. He's mortified after, thinking Remus will be angry. Remus proposes.

The Blacks offer Remus money to break up with Regulus: Remus very politely tells them he can't make that sort of decision without consulting Regulus, and mentally prepares for the armageddon of boyfriend snits. He goes to Andromeda's for advice and she laughs her ass off.

Crouch Sr offers Remus money to break up with Barty: Remus is so shit scared of the Head of the DMLE that he barely understands, somehow manages to get out of there without the money or being arrested, he is not sure what happened, they debate leaving the country.

Petunia offers James money (real money not that galley sicky nonsense) to break up with Lily: James laughs until he realizes she means it, then tells her that Lily is an intelligent woman who can make her own choices and there is no amount of money more valuable than she is. (Then he and Sirius continue laughing because James is SO much richer than Dursley.)

Lucius offers Remus money to break up with (a very adult, over 30yo) Draco: Remus laughs his ass off and pats Lucius on the shoulder.

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multishipperofgaydeadwizards · 2 months

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regulus x petunia only for the reaction from lily and sirius

#it would be so funny #marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #lily evans #sirius black #regulus black #petunia evans #regulus x petunia

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casinotrio1965 · 27 days

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Disney Descendants : The 5 Daughters of Tiger Lily x Lampwick Pic crews !

Tiger Peony Rossi (Canon)

Tulip Lampwick Rossi

Blue Veronica Rossi

Sunflower Rossi

Petunia Rossi ( shared Oc with @disneynerdpumpkin )

Pic Crews made By @hannahhook7744

#disney descendants #descendants #pinocchio 1940 #pinocchio #disney pinocchio #lampwick #tiger lily #peter pan #disney peter pan #peter pan 1953 #tulip lampwick #tiger lily x lampwick #tiger peony #blue veronica #sunflower #petunia

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hp-hcs · 8 months

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TW: heavy child abuse; emotional & physical abuse; language

Children Don’t Belong in Cupboards — Pt. 1/?

Out of all of the people Petunia Dursley expected to knock at her door, her dead sister was not one of them.

“Where the fuck is my son?”

Petunia stared, wide eyed.

“Get out of my fucking way.” Lily shoved past her sister, shoulder checking her into the doorframe.

James followed her in with a look of calmness on his face, an expression that was belied by the far too tight hold he had on his wand. His fingers were practically trembling with rage.

“Where. Is. My. Son?” Lily asked again in a low, dangerous voice, her own wand pressed against her sister’s neck.

Petunia’s eyes widened comically and she made an odd sort of choking sound. “I-in the c-cupb-board.”

“In the what?” James asked again, gritting his teeth to avoid lashing out with magic.

Petunia said nothing, quivering under their weighty stares, and slowly pointed towards the stairway.

James slowly walked over to where she pointed, the quiet tapping of his shoes on the hardwood floor the only sound other than Petunia’s trembling breaths.

Sure enough, there was a little cupboard door underneath the staircase—maybe three feet high and closed with a heavy padlock. James leaned down closer to the tiny door, casting a wordless alohamora. He swung open the creaky door, drawing in a sharp breath at the contents.

The unfinished walls, just bare wood, were splintery and rough. Spiders scuttled along the walls and ceiling, miffed at the interruption that opening the cupboard door had caused. A single dim lightbulb on a pull-cord flickered and sputtered, failing to illuminate even just the tiny room. The cupboard stunk of cleaning chemicals, and a peculiar stain of water damage warped the drywall ceiling.

But the worst thing, the worst thing was the thin, stained mattress that took up nearly the entire floor, and the skinny, bloody, beaten little boy tensed for blows on top of it.

“Harry?” James whispered softly, completely at a loss for what to do. But the little boy just blinked, no recognition in his frightened expression.

“Do you want to come out of there, honey?” James tried again, but the little boy was frozen, as if calculating whether or not it was a trick question.

James looked helplessly over at Lily, who hadn’t moved from her sister’s side and still had yet to see the state of their little boy. Lily rolled her wand in between her fingers nervously, unsure of what was happening.

Petunia swallowed thickly and called out softly, in a voice that sounded like a quiet and poor imitation of the authoritative tone her husband used.

“Boy, listen to him.”

The little boy snapped out of his reverie, scrambling out of the cupboard and standing at attention near James, his gaze firmly fixed on the floor.

Lily gasped as she looked at the child—the size of a four-year-old rather than six, clearly favoring his right leg, with bruises and scabs trailing down his limbs. He wore a stained and torn mens button up, which fit more like a dress. He squinted, like he couldn’t see well, and a nasty black eye dominated most of his face. Under the weight of their scrutiny, he trembled.

James slowly kneeled down in front of him, failing at trying to catch his eye. “Hello, honey. What’s your name?”

The boy glanced around nervously, his eyes darting from Petunia to back down at the floor.

“Boy.” The little boy whispered. Petunia flinched as her sister’s wand dug further into her jugular.

James’ mouth twisted, but he kept his voice calm and nonthreatening. “Do you know who I am, honey?”

Boy shook his head, his hands worrying the hem of his shirt.

“My name is James. I’m your dad.”

“I don’t have a dad,” Boy immediately responded—a reflex from saying the same thing over and over again. “Freaks don’t deserve families.”

James flinched at Boy’s words, and Lily let out a choked sob. “You’re not a freak, Harry.”

“Who’s Harry?” Boy asked, quickly tacking on at the end, “sir.”

“You don’t need to call me sir, sweetheart. You’re Harry.”

Boy shook his head, staring pointedly down at the floor. “No ‘m not, sir. You’ve got the wrong person.”

James felt his heart shatter.

Lily slowly kneeled down, all but crumpling at her son’s feet, her forgotten wand rolling to a stop on the rug.

“H-Harry? Sweetheart?” She whispered, her arms held open for a hug.

Boy blinked.

Lily tried again. “Can I pick you up, honey?”

Boy hesitated, then nodded warily.

Lily slowly reached out, squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip when Harry flinched back.

She reached out again, even slower, cupping his face in her trembling hands and running her thumbs across his bruised cheekbones. She carefully picked him up—mindful of his injuries—and kissed the top of his head.

“Let’s go home, honey.”

#harry potter #hp #fuck jkr #lily evans #lily potter #james potter #jily #james x lily #petunia dursley #the dursleys #why cant i just write fluffy stories #angst with a happy ending

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itsjustfire4 · 1 year

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Lily: Oh, hey, Pet, my girlfriend is coming over tomorrow, don’t be a bitch.

Petunia: So you’re a lesbian now too?!

Lily: and I still get more men than you do.

#marauders #marauders era #lily evans #incorrect marauders textposts #petunia evans #lesbian #lesbian lily #lily x mary #lily x pandora #lily x narcissa #lily x dorcas #lily x marlene #honestly this works with any wlw lily ship #i love lesbian lily

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radiohead-spiderman · 5 months

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Give me your favorite Lily Evans ship and or headcanon

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blankdblank · 1 year

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Protego Masterlist

(Expanded my prologue for my Anaticula story to focus on the Maruaders era.)

This is a tale of three sisters.

A tale of two cousins.

Remus has a tail too, secretly so do three of his friends.

Jewels can sprout a beak.

Minerva can grow whiskers.

So, really, if you’ve got fur or feathers Hogwarts is the school for you!

The kids had to learn it all from somewhere. Even the most stoic of adults bears a colorful past all their own.

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On ao3

Ch 1 - Origin of Magic - Ch 2 - Introductions -

Ch 3 - Half - Ch 4 - Snakes and the Stage -

Ch 5 - Theater - Ch 6 - Riddle Family Massacre -

Ch 7 - Back to School - Ch 8 - Unknown -

Ch 9 - Gringotts in the Summertime - Ch 10 - No Apologies -

Ch 11 - Practice - Ch 12 - Vault of Ice - Ch 13 - OWLS & Tada -

Ch 14 - Dreams - Ch 15 - April Fools -

*.*.*

On tumblr version :

Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5 - Ch 6 - Ch 7 - Ch 8 - Ch 9 - Ch 10 - Ch 11 - Ch 12 - Ch 13 - Ch 14 - Ch 15

Continued in Anaticula - Masterlist here

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postnuclearel · 2 months

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always thinking about writing fanfic but never actually writing fanfic

#send help #writers block #mary mcdonald #marauders #marauders era #sirius black #harry potter #james potter #james x regulus #jegulus #regulus black #remus lupin #fanfic #lily evans #pandalily #petunia dursley #pandora lovegood

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halfblood-princes-crown · 2 years

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My petty ass want lily to absolutely hate Severus’s and petunia’s relationship, cuz they’re relationship would’ve definitely lasted longer

Lily being jealous of petunia>>>>>

We can be petty together because YES

What if Lily got with James to make Sev jealous and didn’t expect him to get over her

And then when she found out that he opted for the older sister she was like

And was salty asf about it

#severus snape #pro severus snape #snetunia #snape x petunia #anti lily evans

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boredbook · 9 months

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pt. 3

The Window & Cookies

CW: very briefly mentioned ED (eating disorder)

Lily let out a huffed out a breath as she laid on the porch, bored. She was waiting for Mary to get there so they could go roller-skating but, her aunt was probably holding her up. "Really Lily? Can't you sit up?" Petunia spoke up as she stepped out on the porch. "What's the point?" "If you sat up you would see Mary roller-skating towards our house right now, genius." Petunia's sarcasm wasn't even processed by Lily as she scrambled to get up and join her friend. "Mary! C'mon let's go see Cassie!" The two girls were already off before Petunia could even blink. She laughed, not surprised by her little sister at all. "I guess the news of the new neighbor's kid their age can wait?" Mr. Evans said from the driveway, while he stepped out of his car, causing Petunia to jump. "Dad! I didn't see you there. I made chicken pot pie, I'm about to put it in the oven." Petunia let her dad through the door and decided to tell Lily and Mary the news at dinner that night. --- The two middle school girls ran into the kitchen out of breath, giggling and shoving each other. "Wash up, y'all aren't getting anything to eat without cleaning up." Mr. Evans scolded lightly, while he sat down four plates on the table. Lily and Mary both chorused a 'Yes sir!' while they washed their hands in the kitchen sink. Petunia set down the pot pie in the middle of the table and went to the fridge to grab some drinks. "Lily, Mary y'all want tea or lemonade?" "Soda, pleaseee?" "Lily Marie, you know the rules, for dinner you can't have soda. You can have it for lunch, but not for dinner." Mr. Evans chimed in, causing Mary to laugh. "Can I have lemonade? We all know Lils will settle on tea." The four get settled at the table with their food and drinks, as usual Mr. Evans started them off by asking Petunia how her day was, Petunia talked about her college classes and a boy she met. "His name is Vernon? C'mon! He sounds like a dick." Lily piped up, while she pushed food around her plate. "Lily! Don't be mean. Dad tell her!" "Petal is right Lilyflower, you need to be kind but Petal, don't get caught up by older boys being slightly nice to you." "You are like really pretty Petunia! You and Lily look super similar, except you have brown hair. You both have like...super pretty eyes though! But you're way taller." Mary added, kind of unhelpfully. Lily huffed, "I'm going to be short like Ma! I want to be tall! Like Petunia and Dad." "You're twelve. You'll grow. Plus, it would help if you actually ate Lils." Petunia pointed out Lily's plate, her food was barely touched. "You and Mary were out skating all afternoon; you need to re-fuel." Lily slid down in her chair, cheeks turning a bright red. Mary frowned and took her best friend's hand in her own and gave it a little squeeze. Both of the girls knew Petunia meant well, but nobody knew about what some of their classmates were saying about Lily. Mary found it stupid, so what if Lily had more curves and was bigger? She's smart and deserves love. Mr. Evans cleared his throat and took a sip of his water, "Petal, didn't you have some news of the new neighbors you wanted to tell the girls?" He clearly said this to change the topic, as he usually is able to read his daughters well. "Oh! Right, you girls ready?" The two girls nodded, interested at what the news could be, "The new neighbors is two wives-" At that Mary gave a small cheer of "Yes! I love lesbians!" "- with a boy your age!" "What? Will he go to our school?" Lily sat up in her chair immediately, excited about the idea of a new boy. Petunia frowned slightly, "No I don't think so...I overheard them talking about his service dog and I saw them arrive home with him. It's a huge black German Shepard." "Well, you never know. You girls could go pay them a visit tomorrow? While me and Petunia go down to the church." Mr. Evans supplied helpfully. "I have some cookies you can take over that I made today." Petunia added on, smiling while the other two girls looked at each other excitedly. -

Lily and Mary made their way across the street to the new neighbor's house, both excited to meet the new neighbors. Lily held onto the tin box Petunia put the cookies in tightly, afraid of dropping it. Once the girls got to the front porch, they stopped. Mary looked over at Lily and asked, "Would it be weird if we peaked through the window here before knocking on the door?" Lily shrugged, which was enough of an answer for Mary. She walked carefully over to the window and peaked in. "Nobody is in there. Except for a tabby cat." "Sooo...we just have to knock." Lily concluded. Lily took in a deep breath and knocked on the newly painted dark blue front door. She heard the tabby cat meow loudly, like it was alerting the family of their arrivals. The girls heard a soft voice scold the cat, and watched the door open to be greeted by a woman who they could only describe as warm. She was older, probably a bit older than her dad, with her light blonde hair pulled back into a bun. The woman’s blue eyes lit up with her smile. “Oh! Hello there.” Lily cleared her throat and tightened her grip on the cookie tin. “Hello! I’m Lily Evans, and this is my best friend Mary. I live across the street. May we come in?” At the end of her introduction she held out the cookies. “Oh! Isn't that just lovely. Come on it girls!” The woman took the cookie tin and led the girls into the house. It was very cozy and welcoming, aside from the cat who was looming in the corner. Lily and Mary shared a look, both excited to see what will happen with their visit. Entering the kitchen it was just as cozy as the rest of the house, the girls made themselves comfortable while the older woman busied herself with taking the cookies out and making tea. While she was working, she talked with the two younger girls. “I’m Poppy Pomfrey-Mcgonagall. But you can just call me Miss Poppy! Are you girls okay with tea? I also have milk.” Lily opted for tea, while Mary preferred the milk. Once Miss Poppy sat small plates in front of the girls with two cookies and their drinks of choice. Miss Poppy didn’t sit down with them, but instead leaned out of the archway and called out to who they assumed was her wife and son. “Min! We have guests! Grab Remus please!” Miss Poppy sat down with her own mug of tea and small plate of cookies with Lily and Mary at the table. Soon another woman, who looked about the same age as Miss Poppy, and a boy, who looked their age, walked in. Trailing behind the boy was a huge black dog. “This is my wife, Minerva, and our son Remus. Who should be about your age!” Miss Poppy introduced the rest of her family. The boy, Remus, sat down next to his mom and the dog sat beside him, laying his head on Remus’s knee. Remus looked at the two girls, but Lily took notice of his avoidance of making eye contact. “Oh. They’re the girls who were peeking through the window. “ Remus said as he rocked slightly from side to side. Lily burned bright red while Mary burst out laughing. “Yeah, that was us. Sorry, we were nervous.” Mary spoke to him, taking notice of the small smile on the boy’s face when she looked and spoke to him directly. Remus nodded slightly, “It’s okay. I get nervous too. Snuffles helps me.” Minerva, who watched the three thirteen year olds while making her own tea, smiled. Remus was making friends.

Final part of the Prologue! I'll be starting on the offical first chapter after I finish a one shot I'm writing. I will not be posting this to ao3 until Its more complete :))

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