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Always There - Chapter Three: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, mentions of death and murder, mentions of Azkaban, shittyly written angst, mutual pining, Wormtail, Remus is kinda a dick but redeems himself

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

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To say that Y/N was deeply hurt by her nephew was putting it nicely. It was quickly approaching Christmas, the Potters usually opting to stay at Hogwarts, this year that was still the case, however the aunt and nephew were not on speaking terms. During the holiday, Y/N spent her day in her room, laid up in bed staring into the fire crackling inside the room. She hadn’t even left the room for breakfast, or lunch and now it was close to dinner.

She heard a knock on the door but ignored it, knowing it was probably Severus or Minerva trying to get her to eat again, the two had been switching off checking on her since her argument with Harry. She knew that they were just trying to help but she couldn’t be bothered. The knocking came again, Y/N opening the door with the wave of her hand. She hadn’t turned to look at whoever it was, she didn’t even say a word. Too much was running through her mind, she always tried to run from her thoughts but sometimes she just couldn’t help it.

“Darling, I brought you something to eat. And someone would like to talk to you if you’re up to it,” Severus spoke gently. She still hadn’t acknowledged the man nor the other visitor that joined him. “I don’t think she’s up to it. Maybe another day.” Instead of hearing footsteps leaving, she heard footsteps getting closer, stopping at the edge of her bed. Remus’ scarred face came into view as he sat on the floor next to her bed.

“C’mon dove, talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.” Remus was met with no answer, it was like she was in a catatonic state. She wasn’t reacting to anything, everyone was getting so worried that they were about to get madam Pomphrey. “You really think James would want you to act like this?! No, he would want you to talk some sense into Harry! He would want you to get off your ass and do something about it!” Remus was yelling at her at this point.

“Don’t yell at her like that!” Severus snapped at him.

“Don’t you dare talk about James like that ever again! Don’t tell me how to parent Harry, you lost that privilege when you left!” Y/N screamed at him, shooting up in her bed so she was sitting up. Remus had a smirk on his face, he knew just how to break her when she needed to be broken.

“My work here is done, see you later Snivellus,” Remus said before getting up to leave the room. However, the door slammed shut when he opened it. He turned to see Y/N standing up and stalking her way towards him.

“Don’t you dare talk to him like that ever again or I swear to Merlin your furry little problem will seem miniscule,” Her voice was threatening as was her stance.

“Okay now dove, relax. It was harmless.”

“I don’t care, I hear that cruel name come out of your mouth ever again, it will be that last thing you ever say.” Severus’ face felt hot, his heart picking up speed, nobody had ever defended him so fiercely in his entire life.

“Let’s go take a walk to calm down a bit, darling. You haven’t been out of bed in a couple days,’ Severus chimed in, it was his attempt to diffuse the situation which seemed to work because she backed away, finding her robe and a pair of slippers and putting them on. Remus had taken this opportunity to leave the room, the pair being left alone like they enjoyed being. The two professors were the kinds of people that tended to like being alone, however, when the two were together they were happy as could be, they enjoyed each other’s company.

Severus escorted her out of her room and led her to the gardens. The air outside was cold but welcoming, snow coating the ground, snowflakes falling sporadically around them. Severus had wanted to know what was going on in her mind so he asked, Y/N answering him truthfully. “The whole thing with Harry was kind of a kickstarter to it. The holidays make it worse though, I know James was a complete ass to you but he was my brother. He was my best friend and it still hurts a lot to not have him around during the holidays, y’know? Christmas was the best time of year for my family when we were kids, everyone would be at the house, Sirius, Peter, Remus, mum and dad would be home and me and James would have a blast. Getting into the firewhiskey and playing stupid muggle games. I miss it,” She rambled.

“You are allowed to miss your brother, you knew the best parts of him whereas I knew the worst parts of him. I want you to know that you can come talk to me whenever, don’t let these things pile up to the point where you don’t get out of bed. I care about you Y/N, quite a lot so I want you to talk to me when you need me, when you just want to say something that comes to your mind, come to me,” Severus replied, his voice had changed, it was almost softer when he was speaking to her. It was almost like if he spoke too loud or too harsh, she would break.

“Did the coldest professor of Hogwarts just admit he cared about me? Who are you and what have you done to my Severus?” She joked, his heart skipping a beat when she said ‘my Severus’. Merlin, did he want to be hers and her his. She took note of the silence and the hint of red on his cheeks, a smirk coming to her face, “Did I just make you blush? Severus Snape can blush?”

“You’re a pest, you know that?”

“Only to you, but that doesn’t answer my question, Severus. Don’t avoid it.”

“No, it’s from the cold, are you happy with that?” Severus asked her, he knew that she knew he was lying. She could read the man like a book but she decided to let it go. The two of them continued their walk, Y/N shivering slightly when a particularly bitter gust of wind blew through them. Without even thinking, Severus took off his cloak and put it around her shoulders. Her heart picking up speed at the action, now it was her turn for her face to get hot.

“Won’t you be cold?” She asked him, concerned, about to take off the cloak. Severus placed his hand on her shoulder stopping her movements, her heart skipping a beat once again at the slightest touch.

“Don’t worry about me darling. I’m okay,” He smiled at her, his heart was warm with the care and concern she showed for him. She was one of the most selfless people he had ever interacted with. As they walked, the pair seemed to get closer and closer together, talking about anything and everything, their hands brushing often, their feet moving in sync. Before their hands could smack into each other again, Severus took her hand in his, gripping her hand firmly but not too tight, she could easily pull her hand away if she wanted. However that was the last thing she wanted to do, instead she squeezed his hand and gripped it just as firmly, much to his enjoyment.

As they made their way back inside in a comfortable silence, Y/N heard squeaking by her feet, so she looked down. It was Scabbers, Ron Weasley’s pet rat. She stopped in her tracks to avoid stepping on the old rat, bending down and picking him up in her free hand. She got a closer look at the rat and almost dropped him in realization. “Oh my Godric! Peter Pettigrew! Severus, it’s Peter! His animagus was a rat and he looked exactly like this when he transformed!” She exclaimed, holding the rat close to her body no matter how much he wiggled and tried to get free.

“Are you sure? He’s supposed to be dead and this looks like Weasley’s rat,” Severus replied, trying to talk her off a ledge even though she wasn’t on one. She was sure, 100% sure it was Peter. She gave Severus a look before dragging him to the headmaster’s office, knowing he’d be there. Once they had made it into his office, she presented Dumbledore with the rat.

“Why are you giving me a rat Y/N?” He asked the Potter woman in confusion.

“It’s Peter Pettigrew! Severus, get some veritaserum, please. I need answers,” She replied, her voice filled with desperation. Severus gave Albus a look telling him to go along with it before getting a vial of the truth serum.Although Severus had complete trust in Y/N, she had been through a lot as of late so he was a little unsure, however when, the woman pulled out her wand and gave it a wave at the rat who quickly turned into a man, he was shocked. Him and Dumbledore had a look of surprise on their faces, the potion master’s quickly turning into pride because Y/N stuck to her gut and trusted her instinct.

“Y/N, little Potter, dove, how are you?” Peter rambled as Dumbledore sent an urgent notice to the Minister of Magic. Peter was put into a chair, hands and feet tied to the chair so he couldn’t flee. Remus bursted into the office with the Minister in tow.

“Give him the serum Severus, we have some questions that are needing answers,” Dumbledore spoke. The black haired man walked toward the former rat and forced some of the serum into his mouth and down his throat. They asked a few baseline questions, asking his name, where he had been for the past 12 years.

“Who was the secret keeper for my brother and Lily?” Y/N demanded.

“It was me. Sirius was never secret keeper, James thought it would be too obvious.”

“You sold them out! You were the one who got James and Lily killed! I’m gonna fucking kill you!” She screamed at the man, a pair of arms grabbing her and pulling her away from him.

“Calm down, love, please. We need to get your answers, right? You need to keep calm so you get them,” Severus told her gently, her lips brushing her ear as he spoke, the action making her shiver slightly. She listened to his gentle breathing which acted as a soothing agent to her, keeping her as calm as she could although her heart was racing and being weighed heavy with guilt and betrayal. She felt guilty because for all of these years, she had believed that Sirius had sold out James and Lily when it was really Peter, who was right in front of her for the last three years. She felt betrayed because she had trusted Peter and believed the man to be dead but it turned out that she was wrong about that one.

“Did Sirius kill those muggles?” Remus asked him.

“No, that was me. I framed him,” Peter admitted. With his answers, the minister deemed Peter Pettigrew a criminal with the sentencing of a dementor’s kiss. He was set to get the kiss in three days' time, for the wait he was to be put into Azkaban.

She felt dizzy, as if she couldn’t keep herself on her feet once she saw Peter get taken away, Remus and Albus following behind. The slytherin noticed this and grabbed her at the waist before she could fall. “Love, stay awake, open your eyes, come on,” She heard his voice but he sounded like he was underwater. She looked up at Severus, panicked.

“What’s happening to me? Sev, I’m scared,” She whimpered, Severus's heart breaking at the sound.

“It’s okay love, you’ll be okay. I’ll take you to Poppy, she’ll make you better.” After hearing his voice, she succumbed to the darkness, falling limp in his arms, causing the professor to panic. He picked her up and rushed to the hospital wing, he knew she would be okay. She would be okay.

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Y/N hadn’t woken up until the day before New Year’s Eve, she was unconscious for 5 days. Severus, Harry, and Remus refused to leave her side. Severus had a serious chat with the Potter boy about the way he had treated his aunt as they were waiting for the herbalist to wake up.

“I hope you realize the amount of stress your aunt was under and the distress this childish argument caused her. She cares about you quite a lot Potter, you are the most important person in her life and you hurt her quite deeply. When she wakes, I expect you to fix it, if you don’t you’ll have to deal with me,” Severus explained to the boy he got to watch grow up.

“Yes uncle Sev. I’m sorry,” Harry replied rather guiltily.

“It’s not me you should be apologizing to. And it’s professor Snape when we are on school grounds. Only uncle Sev outside of school.” Harry just nodded and returned to his aunt’s side.

Whilst she was out, they had found Sirius Black and deemed him a free man. Double checking when he agreed to take truth serum in front of a courtroom before he was actually set free. He had yet to visit Y/N, Harry and Remus, unsure of how the two would feel about him after being away from them for 12 years.

When Y/N began stirring, the three wizards got excited, all of them straightening their posture and watching her intently, waiting to see her eyes open. When they finally did, Harry practically threw himself onto his aunt, apologizing profusely, refusing to let go of her. “My boy, I forgive you. You felt betrayed, I understand that. I should’ve told you about Siri to begin with instead of hiding it,” Y/N explained tiredly. She gave her nephew a kiss on the cheek before he sat back on his chair and gave his uncles a chance to say hello to her. Remus was next. “Moony, I’m sorry for acting like such a bitch. You’re still my brother, you always will be.”

“Don’t you dare apologize dove, I deserved it. I left and it wasn’t fair to you, you lost James, Lily, Sirius and me within a few days. I shouldn’t have left and I’m so sorry I didn’t realize it sooner,” Remus explained. She opened her arms wanting a hug from the man which he gladly gave her. Once the two friends released each other, it was time for Severus. Remus and Harry decided to give them a little bit of privacy, leaving the room but peeking into the hospital wing to spy on them. Severus using the muffliato spell he had created so the two couldn’t hear what they were talking about.

“Sev, are you okay? I bet that was a lot for you to witness, huh?” She asked the long haired man.

“I should be asking you that, love. How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” He asked.

“I just need you, can you lay with me so we can talk?” Instead of verbally answering, he did as she asked, laying himself down next to her on the small bed. Because the bed was so small, she had turned on her side, scooting herself closer to him until she could lay her head on his chest, his arm closest to her holding her body close against his side, his fingers tracing absent-minded shapes on her back.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Severus said, “You gave me quite a scare.”

“I’m sorry, I honestly don’t know how it happened, did Poppy say why I passed out?”

“She said your body was too tired and malnourished to handle that amount of stress so once your adrenaline wore off, you collapsed.” She hummed in response, nuzzling her head into his chest a little more, listening to his heartbeat, it was soothing her and putting her back to sleep. “Still tired love?”

“When did you make that switch?” She questioned out of the blue.

“What switch are you talking about?”

“The switch from darling to love. When did that start?”

“I don’t know, I hadn’t even noticed. Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I quite like it. Now I need a new thing to call you. Maybe handsome? No, how about honey? I like that one, what do you think honey?” She thought out loud. As soon as the term passed her lips, his heart sped up which made her smile at the sound. “Sounds like you like that one,” She teased although her heart, too, sped up when he called her love or if he looked at her a certain way. Instead of him replying to her teasing, he tilted her head up by grasping her chin gently and guiding her to look at him. The two of them hadn’t noticed but they were leaning closer together. As soon as their lips touched, all thoughts and ailments felt like they had melted away. They were just focused on each other, how their lips felt together after pining after one another for so long.

They got interrupted by a black dog jumping onto the bed, growling at Severus and showing its teeth to intimidate him. Because the two were startled apart, Y/N didn’t get a good look at the dog until her heart had stopped racing and the blissful feeling started to fade. She looked into the eyes of the dog before realizing who it was.

“Sirius Orion Black.”

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Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ✷ 23

Pairings: Sirius B, Remus L, [F]Reader CW: Drinking, slight internalized homophobia A/N: The first part dives into Lily's sexuality. It’s pretty innocent but may make readers uncomfortable. If you want to skip, go past the line break and I bolded the words ‘Round round get around’ for when it’s ‘safe’ to continue!

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Chapter 23: The Daily Quarrel

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Lily always considered herself to be calm, rational and level-headed, that’s what made her a great prefect and student. But over the last five months, Lily felt herself becoming everything but that.

Lily never concerned herself with dating. Of course, she’d entertained the thought. She had crushes before, many crushes, and dabbled in the idea of romance, love, dates and commitment. Especially now as it seemed like the older she got, those around her fell into relationships and quick snogs in the broom closet that she was forced to break up one too many times. If she were to date, she didn’t want to force it. Lily wanted it to come naturally. It was never that important. If it happened, it happened, and she would welcome it with open arms.

But recently, it was all she could think about.

At first, it was a passing thought. Boys — dating — and then other things she thought she buried deep down began to resurface.

Girls, by every definition, were beautiful. Lily would admire the way they style their hair or religious headwear, how they carried themselves with such effortless grace that they never seemed to notice themselves. Girls, women; Lily thought they were thoughtful, kind and more respectful than men. She felt loads more comfortable around them before her thoughts began to turn more obscure — until her mind quickly shut it down and interjected that she just wanted to be close friends.

That was an utter lie.

It’s not like Lily didn’t feel any sort of attraction towards boys. She did, very much and had feelings both romantic and well… er — unleashed a plethora of other feelings. Lily was not opposed to holding hands, kissing or cuddling them, she really liked the idea and felt herself grow warm. She would do all sorts of things with the right boy. But there was something so exciting, yet frightening when the idea of hand-holding, kissing and cuddling with Y/N. That certainly left Lily with sweaty palms, heart racing and a flustered mess.

Whenever she held her hands, went around holding her arm in the halls, or crept into each other’s beds at night, Lily felt like a puddle of nerves.

She’s managed to force a smile most of the time whenever improper thoughts surfaced. She could be alone, walking the hallways for her prefect duties and something would pop up: when her fingers ran through Lily’s scalp when she brushed her hair. Her smile. Her eyes… her damn eyes… All she thought about these days was her. How was Y/N doing? She’s so funny! Would she like the way she styled her robes today? How would she look on top of — ARGH! Lily was mortified half the time.

Let’s just say that it was a gradual realization.

Lily wasn’t stupid, far from it and knew what was happening and it left her on complete edge, especially around Y/N. It left her face scarlet red and felt as if her chest was about to burst into a bloody mess. She couldn’t even look or be anywhere near her sometimes because it was too overwhelming.

But her feelings… Lily grew up being taught that she wasn’t supposed to feel this way for another girl, let alone both boys and girls...

Her heart, mind, morals, feelings, everything she believed in was at war. Lily felt herself change inside and out. It’s always been there, those… emotions — and suddenly it just ripped at the seams. Y/N was just the tipping point.

But why did it feel like such a crime for something so innocent? Something that is supposed to be beautiful?

And Y/N… out of all people!

It had been a very tiring and stressful school year so far.

Potter’s birthday had coincided with Gryffindor’s win against Hufflepuff and thus, a joint party was thrown. Lily watched from the sidelines as Y/N’s back faced her. The glowing of lights, all charmed red, immersed her as she snapped an abundance of photos of a very plastered Potter having the time of his life. He stood on a table, drunkenly singing.

Another bright flash went off and she brought the camera down, took the photo and shook it. A wide smile plastered on her face as she watched the photo develop and her body shook with laughter. But as if Y/N knew Lily was staring, her head swivelled around with a smile so blinding that it hurt Lily’s heart; now filled with hot shame again.

She shouted over the loud music. “Petals! C’mon, let loose for once!” She pointed to the cup in hand.

Lily looked down, looking at the amber liquid filled to the brim of her cup, untouched. Her gaze looked back, giving her a shy thumbs-up and brought the cup to her lips. The bitter taste of Firewhiskey burned before spreading warmly through her. But, Y/N’s reaction was worth it.

Lily tried to still her heart as she ripped her gaze away. Y/N made her feel everything but calm, rational and level-headed. It was terrifying.

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‘Round round get around, I get around, yeah

(Get around round round I get around, ooh-ooh) I get around’

“Hip-hip —” James bellowed, raising a glass filled with Firewhiskey in the air.

“HOORAY!” The Gryffindors roared back.

“Hip-hip —”

Throughout the night, Sirius danced with probably every girl there before he went to turn the record player louder, re-filling his glass. He watched as James hopped off the table and made his way to Emmeline, peppering her skin with sloppy kisses that made her laugh and eyes crinkle.

They all officially met her that night. She’s sweet, kind and they found out she’s just as crazy as James in the love department and they seemed beyond happy.

Peter was there, who looked at the two, almost enviously, faced stained red before solemnly bobbing his head to the music. Sirius didn’t think much of it, instead just passed it off as a sad drunk.

‘I'm gettin' bugged driving up and down the same old strip

I gotta find a new place where the kids are hip’

Sirius cringed; he was never a fan of the Beach Boys but Wormtail and Prongs loved it…

Students jumped, rocking to the blasting music. Some talked, some were snogging, others tipsy or drunk. Sirius grinned from ear to ears as he looked around the room, searching for Remus. He was already a pole light, he would stick out like a sore thumb. But instead of Remus, Sirius’ eyes settled on L/N; film in hand, talking to another student. He was blond, a year above them, large in stature and Sirius recognized him from the Gryffindor tryouts back in September. Aldrich McLaggen.

His face was beat red as he chatted with L/N, his hand toying with the sleeves as he looked her up and down, wearing a flirtatious yet apprehensive grin. The bastard was flirting with her.

Sirius felt himself grip his glass tighter than normal, his free hand bunched into a tight ball while pressing firmly to his side. Neither she nor Sirius spoke, aside from their Puffskein assignment and it was killing him. From the discomfort or wishing they had kissed that night — he didn’t know. But it was tortuously awkward.

“Padfoot,” came a voice. Remus leant against a nearby table as he sipped his drink. No matter how much he seemed to drink, Remus was able to knock back drinks after drinks without it affecting him. Sirius envied that but then the thought passed, eyes settling on L/N.

“Moomy.”

Remus followed Sirius’ eyes, scrutinizing the situation.

“She’s so annoying,” said Sirius. He didn’t even mean to speak, it just slipped out.

Remus’ brow rose. “Talking about this, again? She’s not. L/N’s my friend and I like her.”

Sirius shook his head. “She’s insufferable. Who does she think she is?!”

“... Who?”

“Just look at her!” Sirius exclaimed, using large hand movements. “She acts like she owns the place. Just because she’s new she assumes she’s better than everyone else! And —” Sirius continued to rant but Remus blocked him out, head shaking.

Fucking idoit, Remus thinks. He wants to slap Sirius silly. When will he stop talking about her?

“— taking all of my friends: Prongs, Lily, Marlene, Wormy, you! I was —”

“You sound like a child.”

“— so smart. The Slugclub? All filled with stuffy pricks — except you and Lily — the kicker, I’ve seen her with Regulus! A Slytherin! Come on. That’s just asking for —”

“Padfoot —”

“— don’t understand how —”

“Crikey! Sirius!” Remus scolded. Sirius went quiet, intimidated by him. Remus took a deep inhale, his eyes fluttering shut but asked, “Why do you hate her? Is it because of that fucking rejection because —”

“What?!” Sirius’s voice cuts, loud and booming to the point where several heads swirled to look at him.

Remus looked at them, making hand movements to shoo them off. “Mind your business.”

“Moony, you know me! Come on! Sure, I’m a dick, but I’m not that much of a dick!”

“Then what is it? It can’t just be that she’s annoying.” Of course, Remus was right again. Always so blunt and never failed to be clear-cut.

Remus then tipped back his drink in one go without a flinch and left Sirius’ side. He’d much rather do his prefect duties than listen to him go on about the same conversation for what seemed like the eighth time that week. With Sirius left to sulk, he sighed and looked back to the scene, feeling irrational jealousy bubble up.

L/N laughed at whatever McLaggen said, who leant into her ear. What an obvious bloke.

Maybe it was because of the mix of alcohol that made Sirius place his cup down and stride up to them, but even he knew it wasn’t just the Firewhiskey.

“I’ve always wanted to visit. How was it like living —”

“McLaggen.” Sirius’ voice came out gruff and cold.

Both their heads turned towards him and she sent him a look, telling him to go. But too stubborn, he stayed put.

“Um… Black. Hello,” McLaggen responded. Sirius continued to stand tall, body language closed off, telling him silently to leave.

Tosser. Pillock. Daft bimbo lookin’ arse —

The boy coughed awkwardly and threw L/N a tight-lipped smile. “See you!” She nodded her head, giving a small, friendly wave. “Bye!”

Sirius took his place instantly. “Finally, you said something right for once. He’s a git.”

L/N’s face scrunched up in confusion. She sent daggers his way and he had to stop himself from smirking. “Surprise,” he drawled, hands going up to shake in jazz hands. “You seem happy to see me.”

“Why are you talking to me? People might think we’re friends.”

“Like we were ever just friends.”

Her mouth hung open after registering what he said and Sirius felt like using an unforgivable curse on himself. Did he have to bring it up like that?

Sirius was all over the place with his thoughts. Point blank, he didn’t know what the fuck was happening. He so badly wanted to draw near, to touch her and hear that damn laughter, but did he?

His… very unwelcomed feelings — whatever they were, were beginning to get in the way of his already messy life. Was it the chase that made him feel so electric, the need to dive into someone else to cover up his own problems? Was this him dabbling in his unhealthy behaviours and would this just set him back? Sirius wasn’t sure and he walked a fine line.

Humans, especially those like Sirius, are social beings. Like most people, they craved recognition, approval and constant reassurance from those around them. People want to fit in that desired image but struggle to find happiness — lost in that perceived image they chase. Desired reality… it’s like a mirage. The constant back and forth only drained him and it had been more apparent than ever since the break. That pretty packaged Sirius — was that him subconsciously crawling its way out, making him lose the little progress he’s made by continuing whatever this was? A game, his true feelings or a way to be social, to fill that void settled deep within his chest?

But he doesn’t think so, and that freaked him out even more. What scared him was that he wanted to get to know all the little parts of her, no matter how much he tried to deny it. It felt like a mantra playing in his head, questions about her he wanted answered. But he could never be sure.

L/N remained silent and he cut in, trying to cover up his internal dilemma.

“Now look who’s the quiet one.”

“Be more conceited, will you?”

“Insolent brat.”

She grinds her jaw aggressively, to the point where he swears he can hear bones crunching but she holds back from a snarky comment. His mouth opens, ready to add on before L/N turns around to survey the room. He watches as she looks up to James and back to him and then a small, separate room that’s cut off from the main room. The last thing either wanted was to ruin James’ night or cause a scene. “Follow me.”

Sirius rolls his eyes, teasingly staying back a beat before another Gryffindor girl comes up to him. He’d danced with her earlier. “Pretty boy,” she greets, “Fancy another dance?”

Sirius’ eyes travel to L/N who’s eyes hardened as she stomped back up to him. “Sorry, but pretty boy” her voice dripping in obvious sarcasm, “Has somewhere to be.” Then, she tugged on the hem of his sweater and the action had Sirius’s heart flutter. He let her lead him through the crowd, nearing the room.

“Pretty boy? So you do think I’m pretty?” He smirked, watching her duck her head to prevent him from seeing her reaction.

Out of the entire student body he could’ve had feelings for — feelings he’s never felt before that caused him to go speechless, heart speeding and the urge to inch closer — it had to be her? She never knew how to take a joke either! How James and Remus were so fond of her, he didn’t know.

She shoved him into the small room, casting Muffliato. It was ill-lit, the only source of luminosity were the red lights seeping in the cracks of the door and the small window; twinkling stars shining just enough. The mixture of lights made her look alluring.

“What do you want?” Her voice is passive-aggressive.

You, he reckons. Or maybe a permanent silencing charm to never have to hear her speak again. Either seemed great.

Her eyes rolled, impatient as he remained silent. “Could you be anymore… confusing? You’re hot and cold! First, you’re nice to me, then mean. Then come up to me, ruin my conversation with Aldrich and now you’re silent.”

“Fine. I don’t want to be here with you, happy?”

“Like you didn’t start this.”

“It’s not my fault you’re infuriating, constantly running your mouth.”

She takes a deep breath, her hands rubbing her face and let’s out a frustrated groan. Her eyes snap back open, “I hate you.” The silence was loud.

Sirius felt himself freeze, eyes turning half-lidded as he took a few steps towards her. She backed up, sliver of a smile there. His chest rose, breathing deeply, “Say that again.”

L/N looked up at him with those eyes he swore looked right through him. Simply being that close made him feel as if he ran a marathon. Then, a wicked, yet timid grin worms its way on her face. Their soft breaths were tense, like if either were too loud, everything would come crashing down.

She repeats. “I hate —”

She doesn’t finish her statement as Sirius pressed himself against her, pushing her back but snakes a hand to prevent her head from hitting the jagged wall.

His voice was low. “Are you sure you want to say that again?”

Her breath hitches. He grins. She swallows. “I. Hate. Y—”

Each syllable was hushed as Sirius pressed his lips onto hers, gentle, sweet and hesitant, contradicting compared to their banter.

When the initial shock wore off, he felt Y/N respond to the kiss, deepening it. Her lips parted and Sirius slid his tongue inside. She was a bit clumsy, hesitant but eager. Sirius smirked at her. Everything felt startling, incredible and better than what Sirius imagined it to ever be like. He felt like a firecracker, a warm feeling spreading through his veins like fire.

She’s soft, incredibly so. His free hand went to roam around before settling on the base of her back, stroking the soft skin up and down. Her hand is threaded through his hair just hard enough that he has to bite back a groan. Her other hand is pressed firmly onto his chest and god — she feels so good.

To Y/N, Sirius tastes like what you think he would taste like. He tastes expensive, smells really good and his kisses are a lot softer than she expected — the very opposite of him: energetic, rough, messy and wild. Instead it’s delicate, sweet and velvety.

She’s the first to pull back and Sirius can’t help but move his head to try and catch her lips but settles on pressing his forehead against hers.

Their soft pants fill the air and Sirius feels like screaming. His skin is boiling and she looks beyond enthralling. Their eyes locked and her eyes washed over him with such an intensity that it could rival any ocean wave.

Neither spoke, just trying to process what happened, letting their eyes run wild before she tucks a fallen strand of hair behind Sirius’ ear. The action, so small and fairly insignificant, made something so bubbly flare in his chest.

Both of their pupils are blown wide and this time, she’s the one to lean in first; with a series of soft peaks before Sirius prolongs it. Both his hands are now on her face, tilting her head up before one goes to graze her neck.

There wasn’t a sinking or horrible feeling in his chest that made him feel used or worthless and he took that as a good sign to continue.

This time, it’s faster, rough and passionate and Sirius leads, his hips pressed against her, caging her against the wall. Her hand then went to embrace Sirius, her nails scratching down his back and he involuntarily slipped out a soft groan into her lips.

Merlin… she’s more intoxicating than any brand of alcohol he’s ever drunk.

Eventually, they simultaneously pulled away, using whatever sense they had left and Sirius was left feeling high and shaky. Y/N looked away first, Sirius continuing to stare wide-eyed.

“Um — w-we should — ugh — get going —”

“— Right, I was just about to…”

Sirius backed up, letting Y/N free as she went to sit on a nearby chair. Sirius ran a hand through his hair and stumbled back into the party. He exhaled deeply, fingers outlining his lips in shock.

He must be mad — blood fucking mad! They’re both equally mad!

God, he must be blushing like a damn fool and certainly, he’s not going to be able to sleep tonight. Blimey…

Once James saw him, he pointed and made a B-line, strutting over, his hips exaggerating until he swung an arm around him.

“Siriusss! You’re my best friend!” James ruffled his hair, “Did you know that? Merlin — you light up my world.”

Sirius felt himself smile, but he’s still not fully there. His mind thinks back to her touch: soft and fleeting and god does he crave more and — what is she thinking?

“In love with me? You’re going to have to get in line.”

“Love with all m’friends… Moony… Wormtail — Whiskersss.” James slurred his words slightly and went on a tangent but Sirius’ eye remained on the door, waiting for her to come back.

She’s taking an awfully long time. Fuck, did he push it?

“Mate — earth to Padfoot?” James says, this time knocking his fist on his head like a door. “SIRIUS! Yoo-hoo! In there?”

“Yeah — sorry. A lot’s on my mind.”

James studied him, looking a lot more sober than he did just seconds ago as he went to fix his glasses and said seriously, “Is it… the nightmares again? We can go and talk about it?”

This caught his attention. Ever since Valentine's, he’s been talking to James about them — or at least mentioning bits and pieces which helped a lot more than he expected. “What? No, no it’s not that.”

“But if it is, you’ll tell me, right?”

Sirius has to stop himself from snorting, but it’s all too endearing. “Of course — I’ve only gotten them two times this week.”

Prongs grins like a mad man, throwing his fist in the air. “That’s one down! Amazing! You are amazing.”

And then he hears the door click open and it’s her. She sent him a small smile, barely there but Sirius felt his heart swell. Marlene bounced up to her, pulling her into a dance along with Mary. He watched as her head tipped back with a smile so dazzling and he felt his skin turn fuzzy again.

She got under his skin like nobody else and he’s starting to love it.

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acciofanfics · 4 years

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Of Course I Knew (Sirius Black x Reader) SMUT

Request: hello! i was wondering if u could do a smut with young sirius black where the reader is like friends w him but she’s v inexperienced and like insecure abt it?? like she hasn’t had her first kiss and she thinks that’s unattractive but he’s like “nope that’s hot” thank you in advance!

Pairing: Young Sirius Black x FemReader

Warnings: Underage sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), maybe language?

Word Count: 1926

A/N: Okay, so I’m trying to push myself with smut writing so any constructive criticism is welcome. Requests are still open and desired. I hope Sirius isn’t too OOC and I’m jumping on the Ben Barnes as young Sirius train! - S

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(Y/N) regretted her decision as soon as she sat down next to her friends. James shot her a goofy grin, “So Matthew, eh?”

She let out a long sigh. All she’d done was accept an offer to Hogsmeade with him, but somehow she had known that would be enough for the teasing. “What’s wrong with Matthew?” She didn’t even like the guy that much and she doubted she’d see him again outside of class, but he seemed more normal than not.

“Well you tell us, (Y/N), you clearly know him better than the rest of us!” Sirius snickered, “Or at least what he’s telling blokes...”

Her face turned bright red. Why that slimy git! The only thing they had done was hold hands.... of course she didn’t really want to tell them that either. 7th year and she hadn’t even kissed a boy. She looked up at Lily who was ready to defend her friend, but (Y/N) quickly stopped her, “Well that’s not of your business, is it? Go ask him if you’re looking for bloody details...”

Lily did not approve of (Y/N)’s lying, and she even told her so. (Y/N) agreed that lying probably wasn’t the best course of action, but she just didn’t want to deal with the teasing that would come from telling the truth. Sure, Remus and Peter would probably leave her alone, but they both knew James and Sirius would get a good laugh. (Y/N) just assumed that she’d let the Matthew rumor play out and soon everything would go back to normal.

That had been wishful thinking. It’d been nearly a week and Sirius still had not let it go. James didn’t even have to be around for him to enjoy the nagging. (Y/N) was about to explode; she grabbed Sirius by his robes and pulled him into one of the many empty rooms of Hogwarts, “Is this what you did with Mat-“

“Oh come off of it, Sirius! You know nothing happened between us! What do you want me to say?! I’m pathetic I haven’t snogged a guy much less slept with one! Happy?”

“Well not entirely... of course I knew nothing happened between you and Matthew, he’s an idiot. I was wondering how long it’d take you to come clean. I’ve been mostly curious as to why you’ve been so keen on us thinking something did happen?” Sirius questioned her, he’d leave the part about him being jealous out for now. It just seemed rather unimportant at the moment.

“You guys are brutal, you know? This much trouble over Matthew... I knew you’d make fun of me even more if you knew how... inexperienced I was.” (Y/N) sighed and looked towards her feet.

“You really think we’d make fun of you for being a virgin? We have moony for that!” Sirius cracked a joke hoping it’d lighten the mood a bit.

“No I think you’d make fun of me because I haven’t even been kissed. I’m sure not even Wormtail is that pathetic...” (Y/N) mimicked his idea of a joke, it seemed to work because he chuckled.

“That’s not pathetic... it’s hot.” Sirius waited until she was looking back up at him before he continued. “But if you’re so worried, I would be more than happy to help you out.”

(Y/N) thought about it... she always had a little crush on Sirius, but honestly she assumed most girls did (he was quite handsome). Would this ruin their friendship? It seemed doubtful, even if there was a new tension between them it would probably run its course and/or Sirius would go out of his way to make sure a comfortable air returned. He was a fiercely loyal friend. “Okay.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. As long as he had been waiting for this moment, he would’ve just slammed his lips into hers, but considering it was her first kiss, he opted for a more gentle approach. He grabbed her waist with one hand and pulled her to him, and laid one on her. His lips were firm but soft against hers, and acting purely on instinct and a little bit of what she had seen in books, magazines and movies when she wrapped her arms around him. Sirius smiled against his lips; he took the kiss a step further and gently flicked his tongue across hers and swept it in when she parted them in surprise.

(Y/N) was going with the flow... that was the best she could think of. She wasn't completely naive to what was going on. She was seventeen years old; she'd had thoughts and heard talk and being half-blood there was no shortage of information available to her when she was home for the summer... she’d learned a few things, of course reading/watching and actually doing were two different things. Sirius thought she must’ve been a liar or a natural, because it was one of the best kisses he’d had in awhile (perhaps who it was with helped too).

Breathless, the two parted and Sirius being Sirius had to speak first, “You sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Oh, shut up...” (Y/N) blushed. Sirius... always the jokester.

“As you wish.” Sirius leaned down and kissed her again. He was pleased to see she immediately reacted to him; briefly he was worried he might've been overstepping a boundary. She had agreed to a first kiss not a second one, but that worry melted away quickly.

(Y/N) slowly felt her nerousness disappate, and she moved naturally with him. Sirius carefully backed the girl into one of the dusty desks, and helped her up by grabbing her thighs and lifting. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him, and once she was safely on top she loosened her grip on him. Sirius instead pushed himself closer to her and grabbed her thighs again to keep her wrapped around him. (Y/N) had no problem obliging his request, he clearly knew what he was doing and was happy to learn.

Her robes were pushed off of her shoulders and she shook her arms out of the sleeves. There were still entirely too many layers for his liking but he didn’t have to worry about it too much... (Y/N) immediately loosened her tie and broke away to peel off her sweater. Sirius too her absence to play catch up, discarding every article of clothing that she had, plus one (he never liked that stupid tie).

(Y/N) let out a soft moan when Sirius’ mouth found her neck. The noise egged him, his gentle nips because a little harsher; perhaps he was secretly hoping to leave a mark on her flesh. His fingers worked on the buttons on her shirt and being the gentleman he was he helped her out of it.

Sirius paused for look at her. Her skin was flushed and her lips swollen, and she was completely bare from the waist up except for the tie that hung between her breasts. “Blood hell, (Y/N)...”

She would’ve assumed she would have been embarrassed in the situation, but oddly enough, (Y/N) felt more excited than anything else. She could see that the front of his trousers fit a little tighter than they did when they first walked into the room and she knew Sirius well enough to know they look on his face was not a displeased one. Feeling the slightest bit confident, she leaned back on her elbows and let him take in the sight. She found herself disappointed when he didn’t kiss her again, instead he leaned in ghosting his lips across hers while he began working on removing his own shirt, “Has anyone seen you like this?”

“No,” (Y/N) whimpered, ready for him to touch her again.

“I’m the only who’s got to kiss you, the only one who’s gotten to see your body, to touch it. Do you have any idea how much that turns me on?” Sirius growled against her ear.

“No, but you could show me.” That was all it took to make Sirius snap. They’d definitely be missing Potions today, but screw it. Remus and Lily would probably share their notes after a good scolding.

His lips found hers again and in a flash they were gone. Abandoning hers for a new adventure. (Y/N) didn’t mind one bit in fact she was in favor of his endeavor. A shiver shot through her spine when his tongue flicked across her hardened nipple. And her nails dug into the wood of the desk when he took it in his mouth. Another low moan fell from her lips while he used his hands and his mouth to turn her mind foggy.

Sirius let his other hand slip under her skirt, he teased her through her damp underwear for a few moments, but then slipped his fingers past them and into her. Sirius pumped his fingers into her, hopefully getting her more familiar with the sensation and getting her to relax. His original plan was to go torturously slow until she begged for him, but he found his own self palming his erection for a little relief. When she moaned out his name, that was enough for him.

He worked fast to get the rest of their clothes off. (Y/N) felt like she was in a daze, intoxicated by everything he was doing to her, because the next thing she knew she felt Sirius rubbing his cock against her, getting himself well lubricated for the next step. “You sure this is what you want?”

Unable to form words she nodded and screwed her eyes shut when he began to slide into her. It wasn’t entirely bad at all; different, and an adjustment but absolutely tolerable. Sirius on the other hand was having to will himself to keep his cool, a low groan erupted from his throat as he fully sheathed himself inside the girl. Soon enough he’d be able to properly drive into her until she couldn’t stand to walk, but that’d be another time. This time, her first time he pulled out slowly, enjoying the way she made his dick glisten.

(Y/N) thought that perhaps sex was a bit over hyped in the cosmopolitan magazines her mother got, but slowly her body began to adjust. She began to enjoy the slow drag of him pulling out and then pushing back in and then when he quickened his pace it was nothing less than pleasurable. When Sirius felt her relax he began to adjust his thrusts, still not pounding her into oblivion, but fast enough they’d both be satisfied. Sirius reached between them teasing the bundle of nerves between her legs, he rubbed until (Y/N) let out a strangled cry and he felt her tighten around him.

His hips snapped a little quicker and his rhythm became a little more sporadic as he felt a familiar feeling getting closer. Sirius focused on the girl in front of him, she was still riding out her her high and utterly awe-striking, he couldn’t believe what he was doing. Watching her writhe beneath him brought him closer and it wasn’t long before he gave into the pleasure himself; thrusting a few more times before stilling himself inside of her.

“Wow... I see why people enjoy that so much.” (Y/N) let out an exhausted laugh.

“I’d like to put in a formal request that I be the only one you do this with.” Sirius chuckled along with her, but not because he was joking, “I’ve never been that great at sharing.”

“As long as you’re aware I feel the same, Black.”

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isolemnlyswearpevensie · 3 years

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My headcanon for Peter Pettigrew

We all know that Peter Pettigrew is smarter than he’s given credit for; he was a marauder and an animangus for Pete’s sake. (heh) But how smart is he exactly? I have put a LOT of thought into his character design and mannerisms and why he did what he did. I headcanon Peter as the most violent of the marauders. Much like others, James especially, he had a niche for pranks and dueling. People always say that he was a pushover and always terrified of doing things, but we fail to acknowledge that he looked up to James Potter. I love James as much as the next guy probably more if I’m being honest but he was an absolute arrogant dick in his early years at Hogwarts. He thought he was better than everyone else and wasn’t afraid to show that. Now, Peter was nowhere NEAR as smart as James and the others, but he was smart enough to latch onto James’ mannerisms in order to fit in with the group. The older they get, the more these mannerisms evolved, and the more violent he got. James, of course, grew out of these tendencies, but Peter’s only got worse. He got into fights in the hallways, caused rows in the dorms, and always pushed the others into harsh pranks. Peter was the instigator. Peter wasn’t naturally gifted in intelligence like the others. While he had debatably the most street smarts out of all of them, (I mean, come on, he was a rat. Those bitches can survive practically anywhere,) he lacked the magical skill and social intelligence the others did. This created a bit of a divide in the marauders; James, Sirius ,and Remus were getting O’s and E’s with little effort and he could barely scrape by with an A after hours of studying. Peter was jealous of their ability to “have everything come easily.” Sirius was the main person he took his anger out on. Peter wanted nothing more than to be James’ best mate, but that was always Sirius. He always seemed to be second to Sirius and Remus. But this really piqued the year after Sirius moved in with James. The two had solidified their brotherhood, and Peter felt even more isolated. He didn’t express his feelings since he was still a teenage boy in the 70′s, so the tensions between the two only grew. Sirius was everything Peter dreamed of being; close friends with James and Remus, effortlessly cool, attractive, smart, charming, strong, and liked by practically everyone. Sirius and Peter’s big fights started in the 5th year. (Physical and Verbal.) James usually solved the situations because he loved both dearly. Remus didn’t want to be involved and tended to remain neutral. As the fights (with anything that moved at this point) became a normal occurrence, Peter found himself befriending some shady people. He felt that James always sided with Sirius and he could feel the three gradually pulling away from him. So, he went out and found friends that ‘valued’ manipulated him. Of course, his Gryffindor friends didn’t know that he had these new friends. He would sneak out in his animangus form to go visit them. (Turning into a human before anyone saw, of course.) These friends are the first people who put the idea of joining Voldemort into his head.

Still, he trailed behind James and joined the order with the rest while meeting his other friends on the downlow. It wasn’t until James and Lily’s wedding that he decided for certain that he would join. Sirius was chosen as best man, which made Peter pissed. Why should Sirius get to be best man? They were all close friends; Peter should have had that role. Hell, James should have made them all best man. Peter was mad and thinking gibberish. Halfway through Sirius’ best man speech, he left and officially joined the death eaters. When Harry was born, Peter had second thoughts. It had been a while of betraying the order; relaying information, stopping raids etc... But when Harry was born, and he saw James’ face and how much he adored the little baby, he realized that it was all a big mistake. Plus, Peter was terrified of Voldemort. Yes, at this point in time, the death eaters were winning, but that stopped being a comfort. Then, Sirius was named godfather. And the cycle began a new; but this time much much worse. Why was he the godfather? He already got to be best man. It isn’t fair. Before, Peter was very careful of the information he shared with the dark lord. No matter how angry he was, he still didn’t want his friends to die. But after that moment, he threw shit to the fan. This resulted in Marlene McKinnon and her family getting murdered. With rising tensions, Peter’s fights with Sirius got worse than they had ever been. And Peter decided that he was done being pushed into submission and that he wanted Sirius dead; and so he confided in the one and only Bellatrix Black. It was sketchy work, but Peter didn’t care. and eventually, she succeeded. The war worsened, and the safety of Harry diminished. James and Lily were a ball of stress. Sirius blamed it on Remus and said he was a spy.

No one accused little old Wormtail; he had anger issues but he would never do anything like this. He was too dumb, he was too scared. But, he wasn’t dumb. Peter was never dumb.

When the prophecy was announced at an Order meeting, shit went ballistic. Peter usually left right after Order meetings to relay the information to the dark lord, but this time, he stayed late. He overheard Sirius, James and Lily talking in hushed whispers, and decided to join the conversation. Sirius thought he was too dangerous due to Bellatrix basically stalking him, and rejected the role of secret keeper. Peter saw his chance and took it; he was now Lily and James’ life line. And Voldemort was so proud.

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impishtubist · 3 years

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thoughts on this post on r/harrypotter?

Why is Lupin and Harry's distant relationship Harry's fault? I was reading a thread the other day about Sirius' messed up life and saw someone argue that Lupin had it worse because of his lycanthropy, and because Harry "threw him away like trash" after meeting Sirius and never wrote him.

First of all: Lupin never visited Harry while Harry was growing up. Now, I don't consider this to be his fault as he was probably struggling with his condition and heavy depression. But this is conclusive proof that he wasn't as invested/capable of being invested in Harry's well-being as Sirius or Harry's parents were. He did not fill a parental role in Harry's life and nor was he interested in doing so. He did not let Dumbledore know about Sirius' Animagus form, despite knowing (or believing) at the time that Sirius would probably be targeting Harry. Again, Lupin let his own shame and self-interest prevent him from acting in Harry's well-being. He never told Harry about his relationship with Harry's parents during the school year until it was forcibly revealed. James literally became an Animagus for him and he couldn't be arsed to tell his son, "Hey! I knew your parents. If you want to hear some stories about them, let me know!" He treated Harry as a (perhaps favored) student. Their relationship was NOT personal, and Lupin was incredibly careful to keep it that way.

He never wrote Harry after third year or even during the Triwizard Tournament. In the beginning of GOF, when Harry had the dream about the old man being killed by Voldemort, he thought about writing Lupin but decided against it, because he assumed Lupin was just an old teacher and wouldn't want to hear from him. Considering Lupin didn't write even after he (presumably) read about Harry's involvement in the Triwizard Tournament, Harry would've felt vindicated in his assumption. It was Sirius who broke out of Azkaban for him, Sirius who ate rats to be near him, Sirius who wanted to be updated on his life and keep tabs on him. Lupin simply didn't care to the same extent, and that cool regard made Harry similarly wary.

To my previous point, why is the onus only on Harry for writing Lupin? I agree that if Harry had been more proactive, he could've signaled to Lupin that he did, in fact, need someone to care for him and Lupin might have been provoked to respond. But Harry, abused and neglected for most of his childhood, had the natural belief that adults simply did not/could not be trusted to care for him. Sirius was the only person who broke through this wariness because of the lengths he went to to care for and protect Harry. Lupin did not make any gestures the size of Sirius. In fact, Lupin did not make any such gestures, period. He had to be convinced to teach Harry the Patronus charm. He did not want to spend any time with Harry beyond what he had to do as his teacher.

Speaking of which, the only time Lupin actively sought Harry out was when he was trying to run away from his own family. When he got married, he did not invite Harry or seek out his presence (again, not entirely his fault as Harry was either at the Dursleys or on the run at that point). He only came to see Harry when he got scared of Tonks' pregnancy. Every time he spoke to Harry after third year, he invoked the name of Harry's father -- when Harry wanted information on the Half-Blood Prince, he asked Harry if he was planning on getting another title besides the Chosen One (proof he does not know Harry all that well). He dismisses Harry's concerns of Snape as an inherited prejudice. Chides Harry for trusting his friends by mentioning Wormtail's betrayal of his father. Tries to push Harry into accepting him on their quest by mentioning his father, saying James would want Lupin to be with Harry. Which is laughable, considering Lupin's general absence in Harry's life. It's honestly hurtful to me that the only time Lupin actively seeks Harry out is when he's trying to use him as an escape route. Harry was right to call him out, and I (selfishly) enjoyed how rude he was about it.

TL;DR: Lupin's general absence in Harry's life/thoughts is not Harry's fault. Both Harry and Lupin had several opportunities to get close to each other and both, due to their trauma, failed. But blaming Harry alone, when he was the child in the relationship and probably didn't have the self-confidence to believe he was wanted, is wholly unfair in my mind.

There's really not much to argue with here, OP is right and they should say it 😂 I've actually never heard anyone say that Harry is to blame for the distance in their relationship, but I also only really interact with the niche Wolfstar-raising-Harry side of Tumblr and don't pay that much attention to meta analysis in general. Yeah, canon Remus is kind of a dick and didn't make that much effort to be in Harry's life or even show that he cared, which is why I vastly prefer fanon Remus. (Also I don't even count HBP and DH Remus as canon, they're both so wildly OOC that it's clear JKR has no idea how to write his character.)

#we know remus better than jkr does send tweet #long post #harry potter

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I love the idea of a Marauders afterlife. Purely because

A) there are a lot of people who have a lot of very violent things to say to Wormtail. And if you think Sirius is the one he should be scared of, you are INCORRECT. It’s Lily, followed closely by Mrs Potter, then James, then probably Tonks honestly, but more because I reckon Mr Potter is chill as hell and she’d take the betrayal of her cousin/maurader-in-laws very seriously.

B) Wormtail tries to butter up Fred. ‘I’m Scabbers, see, look, we’re family’. He wouldn’t even comprehend that Fred is one half of the Weasley troublemakers, a giant Harry Potter supporter and a full blooded redhead. Fred punches him in the face, a) for betrayal, b) how dare a middle aged man sleep in the same bed as his younger brother

C) Alice and Frank Longbottom! Finally passing away! Regaining their lost and broken memories! Talking to old friends! Seeing Neville happy! Reminiscing with the Potters about their boys! Lily telling Alice that don’t worry, I’ll fill you in on everything, we watched out for him too!

D) Tonks. And. Lily. I don’t care if you’re canon or shipping but imagine. Lily knows all their darkest fears and their most humiliating moments. There is literally NO ONE more likely to convince Tonks to turn into Snape at any random time and just pop out around corners. Not that she needs much convincing.

E) Snape. Gosh you think Wormtail is in trouble? Wait til James get his hands on Snape. I DONT CARE THAT YOU LOVED HER HOW DARE YOU BULLY MY SON LIKE THAT. Sirius stands there, smirking, because he knows James terrifies Snape (also imagine that James was what, 19? 20? when he died. Sirius looks younger in the afterlife, so what does Snape reverse to? Is he an old, gaunt man or a skinny 25y-o?). But he knows what’s coming next is so much worse, and that’s Lily slapping him cold across the face. No firey temper or sharp tongue. No reprimands. Just stone cold rage.

F) FRED AND THE MAURADERS. Imagine he comes through the veil, sees some friends, is comforted blah blah and the he sees James and he’s like

‘Harry? You can’t be here!’ All in a panic and James just goes

‘Nah mate I’m Prongs’ with a shit eating grin on his face. And he watches Fred put all the pieces together - he’s seen Lily, she’s easy to pick with the hair and Harry’s eyes, and he knows Sirius and Lupin and Tonks but this bloke looks like Harry and he’s holding Lily’s hand and it clicks

Padfoot, Moony, Wormtail and Prongs. Harry’s patronus. Harry’s dad is Prongs. Sirius turns into a dog, Moony is a fucking werewolf pun. A dude just turned into a rat claiming he was Fred’s family. And he immediately goes ‘oh Harry you fucker’ followed by

‘OI YOU TWO FUCKERS‘ directed at Lupin and Sirius and Lily is like

‘Whomp there is it’ grinning her head off knowing that there is a fourth Maurader for a bit. At least until George gets there.

(When George arrives, before he can greet anyone, he drags his brother off by the collar and points the Mauraders out with the kind of venom that can only come from waiting 60 years to tell your twin such important information)

F1)

Fred: ‘this is amazing! Tell me all your stories!’

James: ‘Sure when you tell us the flying-car-jail-break story bc that looked bloody legendary’

G) *sing song voice* Dumbledore’s in trouble, Dumbledore’s in trouble.

I expect there are people that want to say things to him. Very nasty things. His mother and sister for one. Probably Lily and James for two. Definitely Fred for three. Then Lily again.

‘You dropped my son off? On a doorstep?’

H) Regulus in NO WAY expects to be greeted warmly but what do you know. When he finds his brother, Sirius kind of just appraises him and goes

‘Well look maybe you aren’t all that bad’ *voice gets very soft, Sirius looks away* ‘sorry for always assuming you were a dick’

James, from like, a kilometre away, yells

‘SORRY WHAT DID YOU SAY? WAS THAT AN APOLOGY? DID SIRIUS BLACK JUST APOLOGISE?’ And he completely ruins the moment but also diffuses a lot of tension.

I) ANDROMEDA LOVING TEDDY TO PIECES AND SEEING TONKS AFTER AND BEING SO HAPPY AND TONKS JUST BAWLING HER THANKS. Lily is not present for that conversation, because that should have been what her son got, too.

J) Narcissa getting a relatively warm reception? And it’s so odd? Lily meets her at the train station and shakes her hand? And it’s this weird, mutually respectful relationship. It’s not forgiveness, per se, but it is a shared understanding of what a mother will do for her child.

K) Going all out, good grief, imagine the hell Petunia gets when she gets there. Oof.

L) LILY AND JAMES THANKING ARTHUR AND MOLLY AND HAGRID FOR BEING HARRYS FAMILY NO MATTER WHAT. Lily and James eventually meeting Rob and Hermione and Lily just falls into Ron sobbing bc really Ron was the mum friend, and James is crying while he hugs Hermione so, so tight. And neither of them are expecting it, they were just...raised well. And Harry is their friend. And they didn’t even realise it was such a big deal (mostly bc they were so young). Arthur and Molly do. They always, always do.

L1) James to Arthur: tell us the flying car story!

Everyone: *groans* not AGAIN

Molly: I’LL TELL YOU ABOUT IT

Lily: actually I might like this perspective, proceed

M) And finally, 893 years later when Minerva agrees that yes, maybe the afterlife sounds nice now (we all know Death comes for her and she tells him to go away for another century. And he listens.), she arrives. Greeted with Sirius, James, Lupin, Lily, Tonks and Fred, all standing there, waiting for her. All these kids that she probably taught, most of whom were in her house, all of whose lives were cut far, far too short. These young people who she loves so dearly, but was also constantly deeply exhausted and exasperated by. And they’re all grinning at her, waiting.

She tries to get back on the train.

#harry potter #hogwarts #writing #writer #headcanon #fanfic #creative

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theboyswithasparebitofparchment · 6 years

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Something different

Haven’t posted in a solid minute but that’s because I’ve honestly...been very lazy.

I ain’t going to lie.

But, I have been ‘pimp my ride- ing some of my old posts because since I last wrote them , over a year ago , I’ve realised that they’re really shite.

So I give you a refurbished short reel of one of my older posts, that I give a lil comedy TV spin on (inspired by a Brooklyn 99 opening)

Annnnddd I really hope you like it! Which may not be likely arghhh im so tired hahahha

How the Marauders got their name.

*2am in the Gryffindor Tower*

James: *concentrating hard, beads of sweat rolling down his face* Slowly just position my quill in a swift motion...

Remus: Prongs, its just your signature, why has it taken you a full 20 minutes?

James: art takes time Moony, you’d rather i slop on my name like some maniac, i think not.

Sirius: c’mon James, I’m starving

Peter: yeah, when are we having lunch?

Remus: Guy’s it’s like 2AM

Peter: well, its lunch somewhere. I maybe dining with a lovely Puerto Rican family, get some respect Moony

*Remus sighs in annoyance whilst Sirius gives a ‘he has a point you know’ expression’

James: Wait.Just. A. Minute.... YESSS the Map is finished!

All hail the magic parchment. Now let’s officiate it... with our mouths!

*James plants a kiss on the map, wet ink staining his lips*

Remus: *in a stern tome* yeah, we’re not doing that.

*sirius and peter simultaneously shake their heads awkwardly*

James: okay, well now i look like an idiot for making out with a piece of parchment, thanks a lot guys

Peter: but no one asked you to do th-

James: *interrupts* -Okay, that aside, now onto important matters...

what to name it? So when we make millions, obviously, we have our trademark on lockdown.

Remus: That’s a pretty good idea, ink lips

James: *shyly* aw, thanks Moons

*Remus looks at him with a ‘that was supposed to be a joke’ look’*

Sirius: well, it has to be something catchy. Maybe a pseudonym but still,like, cool and stuff

Peter: erm...ooo!

how about The Marauders! Huh, sexy right?

*James groans, Remus makes a disgusted face*

Sirius: Wormtail... no. And stop describing things as sexy. It’s weird and definitely not sexy.

Peter: what’s not sexy about The Marauders

Sirius: okay thats it, go stand in the corner

*Peter hangs heads in shame and turns to the wall, turning around to face the group, smiling shyly*

Sirius:(without facing Peter) turn around and face the wall dude

Peter: * turns slowly* You sick bastard

Remus: *looks straight at the wall, awkwardly, the Office style*

James:Right okay ... sorry, what were we talking about again?

Peter: nicknames

Sirius: Pettigrew, shut up or so help me Merlin, i will make you clean my bed... without magic

*peter mimicks zipping his mouth closed*

Remus: what about... a hybrid of all our names? Or maybe our nicknames?

James: huh. Okay, so what about...Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and ...

Sirius: *interrupts* DEER!!!

James: *stares with confusion*

Dude no. And STOP saying deer when you know my animagi is clearly a DAMN STAG, there’s a clear difference.

Sirius: *shrugs* potahto, avacado...

James: *sighs frustratedly* that’s not the bloody saying and you know i-

Remus: -okay, can the married couple please calm down and save their domestic for later, before Merlin forbid they have make-up sex in front of us.

*james and sirius jokingly wink and throw flirtaious gestures at one another*

Remus: okay so, moony, wormtail, padfoot and prongs comes to....

MWPP *writes it down onto parchment* hmm, doesn’t sound too bad?

James: MW-APP, sounds like a muggle washing detergent, scoff!

*remus gives a ‘you’re not supposed to say the word’ expression*

- anyway it’s a lame name, ooh I made a rhyme. Back to the topic. How about.....Ooh! How about... the tail turds? Because we all have tails?

Remus: *deadpan tone* you are aware you just called yourself a turd, right?

James: Oh wait, yeah...

but that means that you’re all turds too so,

check and mate Lupin *smiles smugly*

Remus: *inhales sharply and pinches bridge of nose, whispering under his breath* why are you like this?

Sirius: I’ve got a great one, how about the Dangerous Incredible Cool Krew, crew with a K because its how the kids say it today.

*everyone shares stares of disgust*

Remus:so... you want to name our group DICK?

Sirius: no, i said Dangerous Incredible Cool Krew.... WITH A K!

James: *stiffles laughter* wow, at-least we know you thought about that, Long and Hard Sirius *snorts*

*all aside from Sirius laugh*

Sirius: dude...

Remus: c’mon prongs. He was clearly Packing in a lot of ideas before he Came out with that, right Pads?

*more laughter erupts from the trio whilst Sirius looks around sheepishly*

Peter: *from the wall* we’re talking about your penis

Sirius: No one asked for your input Wormy, now you have to do my bed, now who looks like an idiot?

*the group chimes in with a mumble of ‘its still you pads’ *

Sirius: *in a assured tone* okay...well no-one’s going to take it that way.

In a matter of fact, I for one love the name.

yeah, thats right.....

I love D I C K and only immature peop- oh wait......

OH S*it, I see it.

*awkward silence lingers in the room*

Remus: All in favour to go with Peter’s idea, say I

James: I

Sirius: I

Peter: *still facing wall, raises first in air, triumphantly* i am victorIOUSSSS

END

#harry potter #sirius black #remus lupin #the marauders #wolfstar #james potter #remus x reader #remus x sirius #marauders #brooklyn99 #b99 #james x reader #sirius black aesthetic #sirius black x reader

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iamfitzwilliamdarcy · 6 years

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Snape’s Worst Memory thoughts

James is a fuckin nerd doodling snitches and his crush’s initials

Snape is also a nerd, writing more than anyone else in the tiniest hand writing, but he’s a Weird Nerd not a Cool Nerd

The James Sirius dynamic is to DIE for tbh

James turning around when they’re done w/ the exam to grin at him

Sirius giving him the thumbs up back

SIRIUS TILTING HIS CHAIR BACK IDK WHY I LOVE THAT SO MUCH

“I’ll be surprised if I don’t get Outstanding on it at least”

AT LEAST

SIRIUS CHILD THAT’S THE HIGHEST GRADE YOU CAN GET

James playing with the snitch and enjoying the attention Peter gives him

Harry thinks Peter needs to pull himself together

Peter’s apparently always been a little...fawning?

Sirius is kinda mean to Peter here but I distinctly get the feeling that Sirius treats Peter in the “I’m allowed to be mean to you but absolutely nobody else is or they have to answer to me” kinda way

“Sirius stared around...looking rather haughty and bored, but very handsomely so”

Boy is SUCH a rich Aristrocrat

He can’t even try to hide it tbh

Also then he says he’s bored and wished it were a full moon and Lupin is like “pls”

Honestly Sirius that is kind of an asshole comment lupin said in PoA his transformations in “those days” (now these days) were very painful

Snape reacts incredibly quickly to James and Sirius; like legit all they do is call out Snivellus and he is READY

i’m sure this happens a lot

does it happen w/ any of the other students? they all laugh when James and Sirius mock him and ootp says “Snape was clearly unpopular”

Snivellus literally being their 11 year old insult @ Snape that just...stuck forever is hilarious

Wormtail is super interesting here. He’s watching “hungrily” literally trying to get around Lupin to get a better view. He “sniggered shrilly” when Sirius made fun of Snape leaving grease stains on his exam papers.

He’s going to participate in this scene just as much, encouraging these two. This could just as easily be him being mocked and humiliated in public if he hadn’t fallen in with James and Sirius (see comment above)

Him encouraging Sirius and James isn’t even so much a tribalism thing, as it is Wormtail likes being protected; he likes being around people more powerful than him. Sirius points that out in PoA. If it were purely tribal friend groups he (may) not have betrayed them.

In GoF he won’t look at Harry probably because he feels a little ashamed. I don’t get the feeling that he feels any shame here

James deepening his voice to talk to Lily NERD NERD NERD

Also obvs messing up his hair So Cool

Harry gets really stuck on James’ answer to Lily when she asks him what Snape has ever done to him (”It’s more of the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean”)--I was going to save this for later when Sirius talks about it, but I think James is being more funny here than anything. Sirius points out that it was “just one of those things” and that Snape was “up to his eyeballs in the Dark Arts” and also definitellyyyyy jealous of James. Just to say that while it clearly absolutely does not absolve James and Sirius from being dicks, I’ve always felt that the James Snape thing was slightly more even footing than them always like attacking him

Also I think they were both at least subconsciously aware that the other liked Lily

No one needs to be subconsciously aware about James that boy is Not Subtle

I think Snape maybe subconsciously aware that Lily might possibly like him back though oh no

Snape 100% using sectumsempra (for enemies) on James lmao

Honestly, Lily standing up for Snape is decent but also she is SO DRAMA

“You make me SICK”

She very clearly is attracted to James and a) REALLY MAD ABOUT IT but also b) In Denial

her lips twitch like she’s gonna smile at one point lmao

I remember So Much Discourse after ootp about Lily’s relationship with Snape because her reaction to him calling her a mudblood clearly ran deeper than just some rando she didn’t actually care about calling her that. And guess what Discourse was Right

James is SO UPSET Lily doesn’t like him and thinks he’s a bit conceited

So Upset

The Most Upset

What is her problem

Not a throwaway question. Wants it to be.

#james potter #sirius black #lily evans #lily potter #Severus Snape #hp #ootp #katie reads harry potter #i have more thoughts but like this is Enough #ENOUGH #long post

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bluewithpurplepolkadots · 7 years

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Sporking The Half-Blood Prince (2/30)

Chapter 2: Spinner’s End.

In which Bellatrix is a stand in for a passionate fan at a filmed interview and Snape is Rowling’s self insert all while Narcissa desperately tries to help secure her sons’ future at this parent-teacher conference.

Warning: certain things after a Cursed Child rears its ugly head while I read this.

Chapter one: The Other Minister: [here]

Many miles away the chilly mist that had pressed against the Prime Minister's windows drifted over a dirty river that wound between overgrown, rubbish-strewn banks. An immense chimney, relic of a disused mill, reared up, shadowy and ominous. There was no sound apart from the whisper of the black water and no sign of life apart from a scrawny fox that had slunk down the bank to nose hopefully at some old fish-and-chip wrappings in the tall grass.

Overall, I’d say this is kind of a sterotype many have of previous industrial cities. Once a major hub for industry (probably textiles), but now no longer and now it’s ugly and it smells and nothing is invested in. According to google this fictional place is apparently set in the Midlands (Oh hi, I live there currently) so I’m sure all the fans from there can also swell in pride along with everyone who thinks the ‘wretched’ President the muggle prime minister was referring to in the previous chapter was referring to their own. Rowling so loves her fans.

Rowling herself apparently invented a town called Cokeworth for this street to sit in, but since it’s not a name in the books it’s not exactly canon all in all.

And I’m kind of glad, because the chapter never mentions they’re in England either (I guess you can argue the mist but god have we had a lot everywhere this Christmas on both Islands), and there’s a place called Coagh (pronounced ‘Coke’ and I even thought it was spelt like that back then) back in my home country of Northern Ireland. So I’m pretty sure my dyslexic ass would have twisted the name and thought that meant that that all this time Snape sounded a little bit like this:

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And like some people like our accents (for whatever reason) but it certainly means that whole first speech about potions in first year probably sounded less impressive if that was true. “Ensnaring the mind, bewitching the senses, oh god it’s desperate.”

It also sort of sounds like people make or sell cocaine there but whatever.

Still, aw look a fox. I love little urban critters honestly.

Anyway the fox is soon disturbed by its hope for a meal by humans appearing out of nowhere and through its yelp ends up being offed by Bellatrix (who is overly paranoid):

"Just a fox," said a woman's voice dismissively from under the hood. "I thought perhaps an Auror--Cissy, wait!"

(What a horrible nickname to give your sister. So it actually seems like something a sibling would do. Well done Rowling).

Also, given the fact that foxes sound like this:

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It actually says a lot that Bellatrix thinks an Auror, or any human really, sounds like that. She must be used to people barking/screaming at her on sight (which y’know, probably) and running on all fours.

But then I remember animagi exist and the cousin who she killed a few weeks ago here could turn into a dog so it makes a bit more sense. Still, I think my idea works too.

R.I.P dear fox. Hopefully Sirius will be nice to you and not chase you around.

Anyway Narcissa doesn’t have time to contemplate this kind of thing unlike me and could give two fucks about her sister, (and the Dark Lord’s lieutenant), trying to stop her, and while they are siblings it is a little impressive. Especially since Bellatrix later waxes about sacrificing her own hypothetical sons (read: any family member) for the cause and Narcissa probably knows this.

They observe the ugly landscape:

"He lives here?" asked Bella in a voice of contempt. "Here? In this Muggle dunghill? We must be the first of our kind ever to set foot--"

I’d argue the point that Snape living there means that obviously they’re not the first of their ‘kind’ to set foot there but whatever honey. ‘Cissy’ didn’t ask you to come. But before knowing its Snape here the reader may wonder if it’s some Squib or even a muggle they’re meeting but nah. (That would be interesting, well mostly confusing, but yeah.)

Bella starts arguing with her about who she is going to and that they can’t be easily trusted. Cissy fires back that Bella’s (ugh) boyfriend Voldecakes trusts him too but Bella horror of horrors says that she thinks her honeybun might be mistaken on this guy. (Isn’t that sometimes the way? The boyfriend/girlfriend/whatever hates your friends and won’t place nice with them. How rude.)

Narcissa eventually has enough of her sister trying to block her:

"Let go, Bella!" snarled Narcissa, and she drew a wand from beneath her cloak, holding it threateningly in the other's face. Bella merely laughed. "Cissy, your own sister? You wouldn't--" "There is nothing I wouldn't do anymore!" Narcissa breathed, a note of hysteria in her voice, and as she brought down the wand like a knife, there was another flash of light. Bella let go of her sister's arm as though burned.

Bella please you have no right to be surprised given your own attitudes to family vs the cause. But still this all does kind of connect with Deathly Hallows in the end. And while I still maintain it was ridiculous Voldemort didn’t check Harry was dead himself as Narcissa hated him at that stage, it is at least a connection. Another example of a mother’s love messing things up for him, and she’s a bad guy! I do like that as an idea at least

Anyhow Narcissa finally, finally gets to her destination and who is she going to meet but Severus Snape.

Who apparently has been shacking up with Peter Pettigrew and yet everyone calls ‘Wormtail’ for some reason.

It’s kind of weird actually that the death eaters do that since that was a nickname his friends at Hogwarts used. Probably it could be handwaved as a way to mock him in-universe. But out of universe I think it’s probably Rowling removing any potential last scrap of possible dignity from him.

I mean look at how she describes him:

The man crept, hunchbacked, down the last few steps and moved into the room. He had small, watery eyes, a pointed nose, and wore an unpleasant simper. His left hand was caressing his right, which looked as though it was encased in a bright silver glove.

I also find it odd, Rowlings almost insistence through narrative tone of Peter being incapable of anything (even being socially pleasant let alone magic) when he found Voldemort and nursed him to health. Voldemort might piss and moan about the care being clumsy in GOF but Peter accomplished what countless others failed to do. What Dumbledore and Snape who is also a former Death Eater on the light side failed to do: find Voldemort.

But I also have to, to this day, question why he did this though. I get why he betrayed the Potters. I really don’t get why he brought He-who-can’t-smell back to strength given how he’s usually treated. Is it because he was such a pureblood that surviving in the muggle world was next to impossible as a prospect while being a rat in a wizarding household was fine? Idk, it doesn’t make sense otherwise. And why didn’t he run to Wizarding America, a lot of Nazis did that after WW2 to escape consequences, the war these books continually try to ape.

Anyway.

Snape is a dick to Wormtail and orders him around and Wormtail is described as ‘squeaky’ and incapable of being a good host so Snape has to order him to get the ladies drinks (honestly Peter this is basic etiquette).

Peter then leaves and it seems like the conversation is finally about about to start but then:

Snape held up a hand to stop her, then pointed his wand again at the concealed staircase door. There was a loud bang and a squeal, followed by the sound of Wormtail scurrying back up the stairs. "My apologies," said Snape. "He has lately taken to listening at doors, I don't know what he means by it... you were saying, Narcissa?"

And honestly my eyes boggle. Here we have a real and actual missed opportunity. This isn’t like me waxing about getting muggles involved in a war which targets them. Those are just nice, if random, thoughts. But here we see a legitimate set up with no pay off at the end at all given Deathly Hallows. Why is he listening? Could this be useful for Harry? The life debt in PoA to be fulfilled?

Peter listening at doors of course never came to anything though. Right from PoA everyone was hoping for something interesting with Peter, for Harry’s life debt on him to mean something. To perhaps be instrumental to Voldemort’s downfall if in a small way. So this got people excited.

Aaaand then in Deathly Hallows all that happens is that he hesitates in killing Harry and his silver hand kills him instead in the last battle. Anti-climatic and ultimately unsatisfying. God Peter, you can’t even die right, like by idk, helping Harry out.

In any case the conversation finally continues but Bella interrupts again, because she doesn’t trust Snape, which y’know is technically right, but I find it kind of amusing that she’s so hard on the guy given that her brother in law Lucius wasn’t exactly winning loyalty points before he rose again. (Though Snape does point this out later).

Anyway she breaks down her many grievances:

"Where to start! Where were you when the Dark Lord fell? Why did you never make any attempt to find him when he vanished? What have you been doing all these years that you've lived in Dumbledore's pocket? Why did you stop the Dark Lord procuring the Sorcerer's Stone? Why did you not return at once when the Dark Lord was reborn? Where were you a few weeks ago when we battled to retrieve the prophecy for the Dark Lord? And why, Snape, is Harry Potter still alive, when you have had him at your mercy for five years?"

And this and all the answers Snape gives all kind of reads a bit like Rowling interview questions, with Bella as an angry fan. Basically it’s all these questions about why Voldemort still trusts Snape and the chapter attempts to make sure it doesn’t look like some 1980s Megatron/Starscream problem.

I can’t say I tend to care for this kind of thing in stories. It’s telling people things and not letting them think at all, and it gets a bit tedious honestly even here. And we just had a series recap chapter.

But y’know, in this case, while it begins to outstay its welcome, it’s not like immediately shit and boring like in Deathly Hallows.

You know: when the trio were basically all saying ‘We will not do this action and here’s why’ as if it’s a proxy!interview instead of y’know the book showing them doing the thing and having them fail. Because doing things? In an action series? What a joke. We’ve got mushrooms to poke at. (You can tell I’m bitter can’t you.)

In any case this chapter seems to work better than that, even if it’s not great.. (Mainly I guess because with Bella there’s at least the threat of getting attacked to keep things exciting if she doesn’t like the answer).

Snape instead seems half amused by all this though as he puts on the Rowling!hat Dumbeldore lent him, and perhaps in retrospect we all should have guessed what side he was on because of that attitude. A truly loyal guy might have gotten angry at such things being flung around.

In any case Snape is all very... prepared for these questions which seemingly come out of nowhere. Which is probably the dream of Rowling at the height of her fame instead of having the interview questions in advance in reality or whenever she came across what angry fans said about her work online. (God Snape you’re such a self insert Mary Sue.).

Bella also doesn’t take kindly to the implication Snape throws out that her... honeybun... doesn’t trust her with all the information.

"He shares everything with me!" said Bellatrix, firing up at once. "He calls me his most loyal, his most faithful --"

Ew Bella I don’t want to hear about your pillow talk.

Still, communication is... the basis of a good relationship I guess? Perhaps you should go into counselling? But I don’t think the Wizarding world is up to date on mental health and you’d rather diiiieee then ask help from a muggle I’m sure. And y’know you’re married to someone else which I’m sure is frowned upon.

Anyway the proxy!interview finally, finally ends when Bella runs out of things to say and Narcissa gets to say her piece. The reason she came here after so many interruptions. We are all on tenterhooks I’m sure:

"The Dark Lord has forbidden me to speak of it," Narcissa continued, her eyes still closed. "He wishes none to know of the plan. It is... very secret. But --" "If he has forbidden it, you ought not to speak," said Snape at once. "The Dark Lord's word is law."

Assuming you don’t throw your book in the corner in frustration at this further delay, Snape actually claims he knows the plan anyway. Though I have a sneaking suspicion that he really didn’t. We never get him giving juicy details himself, instead leaving Narcissa to gush some of them out. (Say what you will, he plays at the spy pretty well). I’m sure he managed to wangle out it was killing Dumbledore a few moments after all this.

We generally get the first instance in which a Malfoy is protrayed by the author as sympathetic in the books as she cries, though Bellatrix herself is unmoved.

"Draco should be proud," said Bellatrix indifferently. "The Dark Lord is granting him a great honor. And I will say this for Draco: he isn't shrinking away from his duty, he seems glad of a chance to prove himself, excited at the prospect --" Narcissa began to cry in earnest, gazing beseechingly all the while at Snape. "That's because he is sixteen and has no idea what lies in store! Why, Severus? Why my son? It is too dangerous! This is vengeance for Lucius's mistake, I know it!"

Ah the old lie dulce et decorum est.

Though actually it’s Draco dying for a bigoted cause his parents fed into him with a silver spoon from birth so I will admit it does dampen the sympathy down a little.

Lady, if you and your husband hadn’t been bigoted fools and then pretended Voldemort was a hero in little Drakey’s bed time stories this wouldn’t have happened (And honestly she never seems to get that it’s also her own fault this happened). But I never took latin anyway so I don’t know how to write all that out. Still, he is just a kid, and her fear and tears certainly still feel real.

Bellatrix continues to be a hardass:

"You should be proud!" said Bellatrix ruthlessly. "If I had sons, I would be glad to give them up to the service of the Dark Lord!"

Or daughters Bella? (Oh lord.)

But seriously why ‘sons’: why not ‘children’? Is Bella one of those people who thinks all women should be tied to the kitchen and not join rampantly bigoted magical terrorist organisations? Except for her because she’s special somehow? I don’t get it. Though actually I guess its one of those things Cursed Child may have gotten right in retrospect. She’s just so passionate compared the other DEs because she wants to defend her man.

Okay then.

Anyway, Snape is convinced to make an Unbreakable Vow and ends with this:

"And, should it prove necessary... if it seems Draco will fail..." whispered Narcissa (Snape's hand twitched within hers, but he did not draw away), "will you carry out the deed that the Dark Lord has ordered Draco to perform?" There was a moment's silence. Bellatrix watched, her wand upon their clasped hands, her eyes wide. "I will," said Snape. Bellatrix's astounded face glowed red in the blaze of a third unique flame, which shot from the wand, twisted with the others, and bound itself thickly around their clasped hands, like a fiery snake.

Anyway, we’re never told what the plan is at all. And the few who haven’t been driven off by proxy!interview bullshit are probably interested if a tad miffed at this.

Next time: We find Harry sleeping but he’s artistically arranged newspaper articles for us around himself, just in case we need... yet another recap. (Sweet lord).

#harry potter criticism #harry potter sporking #harry potter and the half blood prince

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