#toddler harry potter

[redadidassneakers]

Wolfstar raising Harry

Harry: *watching Remus pour Coca-Cola down the sink* what are you doing?

Remus: I’m using this to dissolve whatever gunk is clogging the drain

Harry: cool, do you think it will dissolve the screwdriver that’s down there?

Remus: the fucking what?

#wolfstar raises harry #the marauders era #incorrect quote #the maruaders #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter incorrect quotes #toddler harry potter #baby harry potter #harry potter #wolfstar textpost #wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic april 1 - spring - 1340 words (of domestic bliss with little harry)

Sundays are slow in the Potter household.

One would think James doesn’t like the pace of it, always having to do something usually, always active, moving around or talking, tugging at his loved ones or caressing their skin, but he does. It hasn’t always been this way but with getting older and especially since they’ve become parents James had noticed how his body and mind welcomed the one break in the week to just shut off and recharge.

They’ve fought their way through a cloudy March and with the arrival of April, spring is finally here. 

James loves spring. People always assume it’s summer—and credit to them, because he does—but there’s just something about the rebirth of everything that comes after the long gloomy fall and icey winter period. The birds chirp with their return and in search for a mate, insects buzz lively and everything brightens with colour. 

Like clockwork, Harry appears in the threshold of the master bedroom at around 7 am, deer plushie in a tight grip by the antlers, his dark mob of hair messy as anything. He drowsily rubs the sleep from his eyes, face squished and James sometimes thinks he might die from how adorable their four year old is.

He grabs his glasses, pushes back the sheets and plants a gentle kiss on Regulus’ cheek where he’s still knocked out like the dead and smushed into his pillow.

Harry pads wordlessly into the living room, James hot on his trail. Though while Harry goes in search of a children’s book for James to read to him, James makes a detour to the kitchen. He fills them two bottles with the tea they let out on the counter overnight, preparing one for Regulus as well for when he wakes up. He cuts up some fruit and vegetables and grabs the packets of rice cakes and crackers from the pantry, loading it all on a tray before he sets on to the living room.

Harry is already curled under the big fleece blanket they keep there, grinning when James rounds the corner with their pre-breakfast.

“Morning, dada,” he greets, sweetly.

James’ chest swells. “Morning, pumpkin,” he returns, pressing a kiss into Harry’s hair, setting down the tray. Before he takes his place next to his son he walks over to open the big terrasse glass doors. 

“How’d you sleep?” James asks, plopping down next to Harry who immediately snuggles closer, plushie still in hand.

“Good,” Harry sighs contently and James can’t help himself when he brushes some of his hair back from his forehead and kisses him again. “Can you read to me?”

It’s a hidden object book but James knows what he means. He grins, “’Course, Hazza.”

They do just that for a bit, James describing what’s going on on the pages, creating a story for recurring characters. Skipping back and forth with Harry randomly pointing out another happening of the drawing while he’s munching away on his rice cakes and cucumbers and the occasional grape. 

It’s still mildly cool, especially when a faint breeze picks up, moving the grass outside and swishing inside but Harry’s still wearing long pyjamas and James knows he’ll tell him if he’s too cold. He simply burrows further under the blanket and into his father’s side. James runs hot anyways.

When Harry decides they’re done with books James puts on a nature documentary for them.

They’re teaching about the strength of some rainforest ant species when Regulus shuffles into the room, arms wrapped around himself and eyes nearly closed.

“Morning, Papa,” Harry whispers excitedly, already wiggling out of James’ embrace even though he knows Regulus will join them there in just a moment.

A smile tugs at Regulus’ lips as he blinks his eyes open, dark lashes fluttering agonisingly beautifully and giving way to soft grey. James swears they get a little more blue every time right around his birthday, like Regulus is just another subject to the changes of spring.

“Mornin’,” Regulus sighs happily when he squeezes Harry against his chest, peppering the side of his head with kisses until he pulls away, tugging Regulus along to James.

His eyes are already closed again when Regulus nuzzles into the crook of James’ neck, pressing a kiss there before he gets comfortable.

“Morning, love,” James murmurs, voice thick with adoration, audible even to himself, and he strokes Regulus’ exposed arm softly.

The spell of Sunday is thick in the air, heavy in their bones. 

Harry, usually the most lively child, always animatedly talking about something or the other, giggling, making jokes or doing mischief, is quiet now too. It’s routine, the way he grabs for Regulus’ arm and squeezes between his two dads, waiting for James to absently card his fingers through their hair and send them back to their slumbers.

It doesn’t take longer than five minutes before Harry’s breaths are deepening and it’s marvellous. Magical in the way that Regulus’ presence seems to calm him so much it pulls him back into another nap.

James smiles so wide, looking down at them like that for so long that his cheeks start straining.

He watches a bit more of the documentary, snaps a few obligatory pictures of them on his phone and sends them into their family group chat. Monty sends back a pixelated picture of a zoomed in shot of Effie in the garden, Sirius replies with a shaky snapshot of him running with the dogs and Remus answers with an aesthetically pleasing picture of what seems to be the breakfast he’s preparing for the two of them.

James’ belly growls hungrily at the reminder and when his gaze falls on the lone grape sitting in the bowl on the tray he decides it’s time for breakfast. 

It’s nothing short of artful the way he extracts himself from besides Harry and Regulus without rousing them before he heads for the kitchen.

He grabs flour and sugar, eggs and milk for pancakes, as well as the bacon, bagles and cream cheese. It’s meditative to put together all the ingredients, set the table and assemble syrup and blueberries and chocolate chips. Halfway through James remembers the leftover quinoa in the fridge and between placing patches of batter in a sizzling pan he whips them up a quick salad as well. 

The smell in the kitchen is divine and James has already made acquaintances with the joyful bluetit in the tree by the window by the time Regulus comes into the kitchen with Harry on his hip. He’s babbling now, talking Regulus’ ear off by the looks of it and Regulus hums and nods and gasps at all the right places, looking ridiculously endearing with his curls mussed and an imprint of the couch cushion lining his cheek.

“Morning, champ,” James teases, smacking a loud kiss over the line in Regulus’ cheek.

Regulus growls quietly, grinning despite himself, “You’re lucky I love your cooking so much.”

“Yeah, you’re lucky,” Harry parrots, grinning widely.

James tuts with faux affront, “What kind of sentiments are you teaching our poor child, Regulus. I’ve been standing in this kitchen for hours now. How about a ‘Thank you, daddy’?”

“Thank you, daddy,” they both reply in unison though Regulus’ has a decidedly different tone to it that makes James point the spatula at him in warning.

Regulus just smirks before he leans heavily into James’ side and rips a piece of pancake off of the ones already on a plate, blowing on it before dividing it in half and feeding it to Harry and himself.

James tasks them with setting out glasses of water and orange juice, mugs for tea. On Sundays coffee is banned in the Potter house. Regulus thinks he can wind himself out of his caffeine addiction that way.

When everyone is done and everything is in place they all sit down together, legs tangled under the table, smiling warmly at each other over their plates of delicious food, the spring breeze ruffling their hair and clothes pleasantly as it drifts through the open window.

#jegulus raising harry #jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus fluff #james potter #regulus black #kid harry potter #toddler harry potter #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #lune’s tiny fic

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

James used to be full of energy all the time. He used to feel so young, and energetic, like everything was possible. Or he didn't know he felt that way until he became a father.

James didn't know he would not have time for himself. James didn’t know a day could go by so fast. James didn’t know how much he would crave to crawl into bed and sleep for long.

It was 10pm. and James wasn't getting ready to go out to clubs or hanging out with friends. Like the rest of people his age. He just put his three year old to bed and finally managed to get him to sleep. If James thought he had energy as a kid was because he didn't know his son yet.

"God! Finally Harry fell asleep" James hissed when he finished climbing down the stairs and found Lily fast asleep on the couch. She was surrounded with Uni books and notes. She had been finishing her homework while James put Harry to sleep.

That's the way they had managed for the last three years. James and Lily were just 22 and parents of a kid who was growing so fast and draining their energy.

James smiled as he approached his girlfriend with caution. He removed the books from her hands. On Lily's phone, he read a few messages from her Uni friends inviting her for a few drinks and Lily rejecting them. Of course, they had been a bit irresponsable back when Harry was more of a sleepy baby and they left him with Effie and Monty or Mrs. Evans to party with friends, but not anymore. Harry wasn't a sleepy baby. He was a very intelligent and energetic boy. He noticed when his mummy and daddy were not around. He needed them. James sighed and turned off Lily's phone.

He put Lily in a more comfortable position. Pillow under her head. And a blanket on her. A kiss on her forehead.

James had done that in an impressive perfect silence. But when he took a seat beside her, cursed under his breath as a squeaky toy squealed beneath him.

Lily woke up in a beat, jumping out of the couch and looking around.

"Harry? And Harry? Is he okay?"

James shushed her and forced her to sit down. "Yeah yeah, don't worry love. He's fast asleep on his bed"

Lily sighed in relief. She gave her boyfriend a sweet smile and a little peck on the lips.

James smirked "Nice. Another one please"

Lily obeyed giving James another one. This time a real kiss in which James melted. He searched through his memories the last time they had romantic or sexy time for each other but it seemed so long ago.

"Did our boy brush his teeth?" Lily asked.

"Yeah..."

"Did he pee? Because if he doesn't he wakes in the middle of the night or wets his bed..."

"Lily... Lily..." James grabbed her chin "He peed. Twice. The second was an excuse not to get in bed yet"

"Good" Lily smiled "I fell asleep and I have a lot of homework to do" she groaned as she rubbed her eyes.

James stroked her hear as comfort "Do you want me to help?"

Lily shook her head "You've been playing with Harry all day. You're probably tired, love. Why don't you go to bed? I'll finish this in a bit" as she said this she opened her books again. But she couldn’t stop yawning.

"I hate going to bed without you" James pouted and wrapped his arms around her "Without your warm and kisses" he said this giving her a kiss on he cheek.

Lily didn't answer, she kind of pushed him away. James knew her well. She was cold and serious when she was stressed. She had been top student at Hogwarts. She put even more pressure on herself for Uni.

James remembered back then when Lily told him she was pregnant. It had been very unexpected. They had been only nineteen. But James had been happy and sure they could do this. He had been excited of being a good parent like Effie and Monty had been with him. Though it had been hard.

James left aside his dream of being a professional rugby player. And Lily had lost her scholarship in a good private Uni for her pregnancy. After Harry was born, Lily had managed to get a place in a public school. Not as good as the one she would have gone but decent enough. And James, he was pretty content working at his father's company. It was not his dream. But he liked helping Monty run it. He liked the employees as well.

And most importantly, James adored Harry. That little boy was James's life now. James had loved people in his life but no one as much as his son. James reckoned he would die for him. He would do anything to protect that boy and not let anything bad happen to him. The same applied for Lily. Lily had been making sacrifices as well. She was the best mother someone could ask for. And James fell in love with her more each day.

"What do we talked about, gorgeous?" James asked.

"What? this morning?" Lily asked nervously.

"When he agreed to have Harry" James explained "That we would do this together. The two of us. Not only you or only me. Remember?"

Lily pursed her lips. "This is me! It's my career. It's my homework. It's my life, okay?" she groaned "Just go to sleep"

James shook his head.

"You are tired" Lily insisted "We are both tired and nobody understands that! We are not able to live the lives that our friends are having. We spend all day picking up toys and listening to stupid music about cows... What sound does the cow do? Moo!!"

James sneered silently.

"Don't laugh James! I'm so tired! I want to do everything right but everything is a mess..." Lily cried "And I don't regret having Harry. I love him so much. He is the best thing that has happened to me... But sometimes it is too much"

"I know, gorgeous" James squeezed her shoulder "I feel the same... And we've done the best we could have with Harry. But we are not perfect. We are allowed to be tired"

Lily bit her lip.

"I reckon if I help you, we can finish earlier and go to sleep faster" James added with a wink "Maybe we can have time for other activities before sleep"

Lily giggled. She leaned in granting James with another kiss.

"I love you" she said making James's heart jump on his chest. Still after all this time "I think I couldn't have been able to do this without you"

James kissed her again "Love you more" he said as he put a lock of hair behind her ear "Come on, gorgeous. What do you have to do?".

James helped Lily with her homework. They both drank a large mug of coffee but still yawned every five seconds. James liked spending time with Lily like that. It reminded him of how they did homework together at Hogwarts. The nights in which they fell in love. And thinking about how much had happened since then until now, James wouldn't have changed a thing.

They didn't go to bed. They ended falling asleep on the couch. Untangled with each other and covered with many books and sheets.

"MUUUMMYYYYY!!!.... MUMMY! DAAAAAAAAADYYYYY!!! WHE'R U???"

Little Harry struggled to climb down the stairs because they were too big for him. But he managed. And he ran to find his parents sleeping on the couch. The kid giggled before yelling.

"MUUUMMYYYYY DAAAAAADYYY WAK'UP!"

"I didn't do anything Professor McGonagall!" James exclaimed as he woke up. Then he saw his third year old laughing at him. Harry's emerald eyes looked big as they stared at his father. James loved him. His heart melted for that boy.

"Hello Lil chap!" James leaned to give a wet kiss to his son's cheek "How come you get more handsome every day?" Another kiss and Harry's giggles.

"Wa'chu doin' ere, daddy?"

"Yeah... Five more minutes, Marlene" Before James could answer Lily mumbled in her sleep. Studying and doing homework had bought them back to their Hogwarts days apparently.

Harry was probably going to laugh. But James silenced him.

"Aunt Marly isn'ere..." Harry tutted.

"Mummy is talking in her sleep" James whispered as he kept his finger on his lips "Watch this, Harry..." he added, then he turned towards Lily and cleared his throat "Oh Lily... It's Marlene..." he added louder in a feminine voice. Harry covered his mouth not to laugh "Don't you want to go to practice with me so you can see James without a shirt?"

Harry let out some giggles. But Lily didn't wake. She just frowned and turned over. James smirked.

"Let's let mummy sleep for a bit more, eh Bambi?" James whispered to his son. He got up and took the little boy into his arms. "Who is the golden boy that's going to help daddy prepare breakfast for mummy?"

"MEE!" Harry yelled a bit to loud as James hushed him. But the boy covered his mouth on his own. He was too clever. "Sor'ee" (Sorry)

James giggled and kissed his cheek as he walked to the kitchen with Harry.

Raising Harry had been hard. James and Lily were exhausted all the time. They missed being young and hanging out with friends or being worried about teachers and school. Back in those glory Hogwarts days. But it all had been worthy. Because both of them loved Harry and they loved being parents. James reckoned this was another golden time of his life. Different and harder but still beautiful. They could do this together the three of them. As a family.

#To more fics about James and Lily being young parents #marauders #maraudersera #muggleau #james potter #lily evans #jily #harry potter #toddler harry potter

[mccallw]

wolfstar microfic January 07 - soil

Sirius is reading quietly in the living room and jumps when he hears him.

Harry. Shrieking.

He's up on his feet and running towards his godson in less than a second. He zooms through the small cottage, trying to find him –he’s still screaming, what could have him squealing like this? He’s just a toddler, oh Merlin–, until he remembers that Remus took Harry outside with him.

When he finally gets to the back garden, and sees his godson covered in soil, mud and grass he exhales in relief. There’s a tired Remus laying down on the wet grass, who’s also covered in dirt. Harry is jumping around him, and he shrieks, laughing loudly every time he splashes Remus with mud.

He chuckles to himself, his racing heart slowly calming down and then, everything quiets down in his brain. The world around him turns into muted colors and amplified sounds.

He’s throwing himself on top of Remus, making his lover grunt and Harry squeal again. Remus runs his hands through Padfoot’s fur, and he answers by licking his face. Remus chuckles quietly and so Padfoot starts licking him, repeatedly, until Harry demands his attention by calling him, “Paddy!” and he barks in response.

And so they have a very muddy, but very nice, day outside.

--

@wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar raising harry #toddler harry potter #sirius x remus #sirius x lupin #remus x sirius #sirius loves remus #remus loves sirius

[sliebman10]

This Resort AU plot bunny is demanding attention:

This was Sirius's idea of hell. He knew it would be and yet he came anyway. Everyone said it would be a good thing for Harry. Molly and Alice, in the parents' group. His therapist, and the social worker. It was necessary for him and Harry to bond. 

So here he was, for a whole week at the Hogsmeade Farm and Resort. It was quaint, nestled in the mountains, the nearest town almost an hour a way. But that was part of the charm. Harry has been clamoring to get out of the car for the last hour, but once he was unbuckled, Harry attached himself to Sirius's leg. 

#wolfstar #sirius black #toddler harry potter #good godfather sirius black #sirius raises harry #untitled resort au

[kayessbeebeebeee]

Hey, would you guys do me a favor and recommend your favourite Severitus fic but as found family trope on not bio dad Snape? Complete or Incomplete, it's all fine.

#Especially the ones where Sev meets Harry as a toddler #Severus Snape #Harry Potter #Severitus #Found Family Trope #Snapedom #Snape fic rec #Snape fics #professor snape #Dad Snape #Ao3

[eksarbel]

- Mother -

#harry potter fanart #harry potter #baby harry potter #harry potter au #Lily Potter #Lily Evans #Lily Evans Potter #lily evans fanart #what could have been #never mind baby harry`s hair i mean #i thought it was cute #this is also a bit sad because toddler harry already didnt have a mum #so i fixed it #companion piece to my other drawing

[rewritingcanon]

when the potter brothers in the fic talk like:

albus: i make my parents sad so i’m a bad person

james: no!! ur just sick in the brain ☺️

albus: nuh uh

james: yuh huh

#best duo #albus was like a toddler too 😭 james was in first grade or sumthing #baby albus asking james ‘am i broked?’ made me tweak out on the train…. #first ‘nuh uh’ ‘yuh huh’ trendsetters #james is a bit confused but hes got the spirit…. #james sirius potter #albus severus potter #harry potter #hp #hpcc #cursed child #scorbus #hpng #hp nextgen #hp next gen #fics #rewriting

[severussnapemylove]

🤣🤣🤣

I just realised what Snaters sound like. Little kids tattling on someone…“He was mean and he said a bad word!”

#I literally just had a snater comment “SNAPE WAS A BAD PERSON!!!!!!!” #Toddlers screaming over here #I really can’t take them seriously #anti snaters #pro severus snape #severus snape #harry potter universe

[mimifreed]

Drawbridge

Remus could hear them giggling from where he stood in the kitchen, chopping carrots and potatoes to add to the stew. He set the knife down and wiped his hands on a tea towel, tiptoeing toward the doorway to listen in. 

“...And when the knight got to the drawbridge, do you know what he did?”

“He blew it up!” Harry shrieked, laughing as he clapped his hands. “BOOM!”

Sirius choked back a laugh and shook his head, “We’re going to be in trouble with you, I think. Not everything ends in fireworks, Harry.”

“But the knight made a big ‘splosion and, and, and, he um…he danced! A’cuz he was happy about the boom.”

“Oh did he, now?”

“Yeah! And he shoved the princess and gave the prince a big kiss! Like you and Moony do!”

Remus couldn’t contain his chuckle at that, crossing the threshold to sit on the floor with them as Sirius looked at him with wide eyes and slightly pink cheeks.

“This is an interesting story,” Remus said. 

“He makes it more ridiculous every time we try to make it up,” Sirius chuckled back, ruffling Harry’s hair fondly.

“He’s imaginative,” Remus nodded. “Perhaps he’ll be an artist one day.”

Harry continued babbling about the drawbridge blowing up before getting up to demonstrate the silly dances the knight and prince would be doing. 

“Or an arsonist,” Sirius mumbled.

word count: 230 @wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar raising harry #remus x sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #harry potter as a toddler #domestic wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fanfiction

[suzyq31]

A little slice of bittersweet

A micro that grew rapidly out of control, whoops! @jilymicro-oops. I've wanted to write a larger piece for ages centered around this type of premise (ie one of them lives). Reading KSFM by @nodirectionhome-ao3 has only cemented this desire. Not sure whenever I'll get to it, or what it may end up looking like, but it was fun to play with this for now. Thanks for the inspiration Cam! I definitely borrowed a bit from your Lily here. Also some inspiration comes from the book Bittersweet which had a really cool chapter about the making of the film Inside Out.

Prompt: Inadequate

 Lily always found it hardest to be with herself when the house fell quiet. Rain fell against the window pane, blurring the reddened trees in their back garden. She rested her forehead against the cool glass, her breath adding to the condensation. She wrapped the throw tighter around herself, shivering from the coldness seeping through the pane, matching her insides. 

It was the same every year, the sudden turn of season that never failed to catch her off guard. A natural reminder that time continued, and that another year had passed in a daze. One that felt simultaneously slow and quick. 

Her eyes closed. Even moving across the country, the memory of Godric’s Hollow haunted her, following her all the way to Brighton. Her last view of it was one of charred ruins. Then there were the other images, the ones that made her wake with a scream caught in her throat night after night.  Tears burned, hot and prickling, and she wiped them away as they came. 

She could picture him now, knew he would encourage her to get up, put a record on and get to it. He’d pull her up with his large hands, saying something ridiculous to break her out of the ruminating she’d always been good at.  When she quieted herself enough, she could almost hear it, the timber of his voice saying her name; how James had always been able to say so much with just those two syllables. 

A creak on the stairs brought her back to the present. She glanced over her shoulder towards the hallway where the staircase was just visible. Between the banister was a small face, a mop of dark hair falling into green eyes that blinked at her sleepily in the faint light.

Despite the ache in her chest, she smiled. “You’re up.”

Harry remained silent but continued his descent. In his hands was the blue crocheted blanket Mary had made him in another lifetime, golden snitches stitched into the edges. His bare feet padded softly on the hardwood until he reached where she was perched on the built in window seat. Without any prompting she reached down and scooped him up, enveloping him in her arms and tucking him amongst the fold of the fuzzy throw blanket. His body was soft and pliable with his leftover sleepiness. Lily breathed in the sweet smell of her son, growing warmer with him there . 

“Did you have a good nap?” she asked against his neck. 

Harry shrugged his small shoulders, burrowing further into her.

Lily stroked his silky dark hair, the exact same texture and look as James’s. Most of the time these reminders were manageable, wonderful even. She was grateful that he’d left a part of himself behind. But at that moment her already tender heart squeezed like a vice in her chest. 

She closed her eyes and willed the tears to stay put.

Eventually Harry pulled back and she opened her eyes to find his combing over her features, hot little hand coming  to her cheek, voice gravelly from sleep. “Are you sad?”

Lily’s breath hitched as she stared into his face. Of course Harry didn’t just look like his father. Even at three he so eerily read her moods—despite how hard she worked to keep the worst of her grief tucked away from him.

Harry’s brow furrowed and Lily released a breath, taking his hand in hers she pressed a kiss to the back of his dimpled fingers. “A little,” she said softly.

His brow furrowed further. “Mummy, you have to be happy.”

Lily stilled, heart skipping at the certainty in his tone. Another trait he shared with James. She brushed the fringe of his wild hair and kissed the soft skin of his forehead.

“I am happy,” she replied. She touched the apple of his cheek, already less full then they’d been a year ago. “Sometimes grown ups feel happy and sad at the same time.”

Harry seemed to think this over. “How?”

“That’s a good question,” she said, her throat tight even as she couldn’t help smiling at Harry’s intense expression, this side of him the one that was more like her. “I don’t really know. I like to think as we get older and our bodies grow…you can hold more feelings inside you at once.”

“Because you get bigger?”

A wet laugh caught in her throat. “Maybe.”

She didn’t have the first clue how to really answer him. How did you explain to someone so young the way that the years built up around you, unexpected and hard won in many cases. That like a muscle, your ability to carry it all grew stronger, mainly because there was little other choice. Grief wasn’t exactly something you set down.

She continued to run her fingers through Harry’s hair, willing herself to think. She had a pile of books on how to talk to children about death and loss. Purchases she’d made out of desperation when Harry had begun speaking in more complex sentences, which had soon turned into questions she felt completely inadequate to answer.

Really, that was the matter of it all. She felt inadequately up for the task of raising Harry without James. Trying to explain to him again and again why his father was gone. That there was a sadness inside her that would never leave. That a piece of them would forever be missing.

Then there was everything else that came along with parenting. The big emotions that often took hold of her young child, the curious questions that were only growing more frequent. James would be a million times better at answering them than her. At all of it. He’d always known what to say and do. He’d always been the light that kept them all going. 

She looked down at the crown of Harry’s head, now resting against her chest. All of James’s light shone through him. For Lily he kept the darkness at bay. She knew this was an unfair burden to place on a child. But it was true. He was the reason she kept going at all. The purpose that made her pry herself from bed each morning. Still, she wanted to do better. 

She pressed her lips to his hairline. “Do you remember when Padfoot brought you a new broom?” Harry tilted his head, eyes meeting hers before he gave a nod. “You were so excited and happy, but then what happened?”

It only took a second for her to read the memory in his eyes. “I fell down,” he murmured, “and my knee got blood on it.”

She remembered that afternoon clearly. The bittersweet feeling of watching Harry fly higher than he had in the past. His small body already so adept and confident. He’d flown in large circles around the forested garden surrounding the tiny cottage that had belonged to Remus’s parents in Wales. The entire time she’d been unable to avoid remembering James encouraging a tinier Harry on his first broom ride. The sheer pride on his face—that would still be on his face if life was fair. 

Not that she wasn’t grateful for Sirius, Remus and Mary, who were there to cheer him on, but James’s absence had been glaring and unshakable. Then Harry had taken a corner too fast, slamming his legs onto some rocks. 

Lily traced the side of his face. “How did that make you feel?” she asked quietly. 

Harry paused, squeezing his well loved blanket. “Sad… and scared.”

“I know sweetheart. You were hurt and that’s normal to feel. Do you remember what happened after though?”

He went still, then his eyes brightened. “We ate ice cream.”

Lily smiled. “Exactly. Uncle Padfoot saw that you were sad, so he cheered you up.” Harry nodded along and she tilted his chin so they were gazing at each other. “Sometimes sadness helps other people see that we need them.”

There was far more complexity to it than that, but she knew this type of conversation would happen over and over throughout her son’s life. She’d already had to explain difficult things to him, swallowing down the pain of Harry slowly forgetting his father outside of pictures and memories shared by her and others. Another cruel part of time passing. Though the memory of a much younger Harry searching repeatedly for James in the months afterwards had been its own agony that she would never want to repeat.

The pain was inevitable, and Lily didn’t have all the answers, but she was determined to do her best. She refused to have Harry be afraid of his feelings. James had been brave with his love. They would be too. 

Harry was quiet and she kissed the top of his head again. “It’s okay to feel sad, it doesn’t mean you won’t be happy too.”

“You’re happy now?” he asked and she smiled through the tears gathering in her eyes.

“I’m very happy to be here with you right now. But I’m also sad because I miss your dad today.” Harry nodded thoughtfully and she continued to run her fingers through his hair. “I also think my heart has grown a lot, so it can hold all of that.  Does that make sense?”

“I think so,” Harry said softly. His small fingers fiddled with the buttons of her blouse. Lily let the rain fill the silence, hoping that she was saying the right things.

When Harry looked back up at her, there was curiosity shining in his eyes. “Mummy?"

"Yes, love?"

A smile tugged at his lips as his hands framed her face. "Do you need ice cream?” 

A hiccupped laugh escaped her and she hugged Harry tightly. All of the happiness and sadness swirling inside her as she felt the weight and feel of him. That the cheeky baby that James had known and loved was still there, even as he continued to grow and learn in leaps and bounds.

“You’re a bit of an ice cream monster,” she said finally, when she relaxed her hold.

He eyed her like he’d suspected her of having gone mad.  “No. I’m just Harry.” 

She taped his nose, smiling as she took in every detail of her sleep rumpled little boy. “Is that so? Alright, Just Harry…should we have a teeny tiny bite of the good stuff?”

His returning smile was all mischief, and right then the familiarity filled her with gladness. She stood up, hoisting Harry onto her hip, the blanket falling away. 

“Let’s get to it then.”

#harry potter fanfic #jily #jple #toddler Harry #angst #Lily lives #james/lily

[redadidassneakers]

Wolfstar raising Harry

Sirius: I’ll have two chocolate chip cookies please

Harry: *who’s playing in his plastic kitchen* that’ll be £10. Or you can get four chocolate chip cookies for £20!

Sirius: that doesn’t sound like a deal to me

Harry: *yelling* NO ONE SAID IT WAS

Sirius: . . . Four chocolate chip cookies would be great

Remus: it’s okay, I payed £50 for a hamburger without the fries

Harry: *shrugging* the dog ate them

#source: twitter #wolfstar raising harry #sirius black textpost #remus lupin #harry potter #wolfstar textpost #wolfstar #baby harry potter #toddler harry potter #incorrect marauders quotes #harry potter incorrect quotes

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic march 25 - eyeliner - 2341 words

<33 of losing babies and chance meetings in hawaii

Regulus rubs at his eyes, smudging the remains of eyeliner from the previous evening probably only more.

It’s been a wild night out given that Regulus found himself the only one out of his friend group appearing down for breakfast at the hotel’s buffet. He went for a classic hangover comfort food, coffee with beans and toast and while he longed for the sausages and eggs and fruit and frozen joghurt Regulus isn’t fool enough to think he would have been able to keep all of that down.

Sleep is already tugging at the corners of his mind again when he presses the elevator button to bring him back up to his hotel room to doze away another few more hours. There’s a nice breeze coming in from the double doors leading out to the pool and Regulus leans against the cooling marble of the wall, eyes closed, soaking it all in.

It’s been Pandora’s idea, to get the five of them out for a few days over easter, away from home. From work and family—not that the latter was much of Regulus’ concern—and Regulus must admit that this one is definitely one of her better experiments.

The elevator doors ding and Regulus blinks open his eyes and steps forward only to come to an immediate halt because— 

Because there’s a baby in the lift.

Just– all by itself.

Sitting in its buggy. Completely at ease.

Alone.

No like…parent or guardian inside.

What appears to be a small boy with the wildest sort of curly, black hair Regulus has ever seen sits in his seat, one spiderman sock barely hanging onto his toes, chewing away on a toy in his lap and gazing with big, intensely green eyes up at Regulus.

“Uh, hi there, baby,” Regulus says. He sets a foot onto the threshold to keep the doors open and bends down, “Where’s your family, buddy?”

The kid suddenly throws his little body back into the padding of his buggy with a blinding grin and a screech of what Regulus assumes to be ecstatic elation, “Pafoo!”

“Bless you, mate,” Regulus replies politely.

The little boy reaches his hands out to Regulus, “Out!”

And, well, the little bugger might be onto something here because as of right now Regulus must look like a right nutter talking to the inside of an elevator and if the little one’s parents are going to try and find him they’ll probably start at the elevator areas on each floor.

So Regulus gets the small kid out of the elevator and wheels him over to where a set of dark leather sofas and armchairs are gathered opposite the elevator doors.

When Regulus sits down across from the little boy he giggles, happy as ever, as if nothing was amiss.

Well, at least the one time Regulus finds a lost baby it’s a happy one. Lucky draw, he thinks.

The boy is back to chewing on the little rubber ring again and Regulus eyes him curiously, chin propped on his fist. The boy’s skin is a warm brown, similar to Evan’s and Pandora’s and there’s a faint layer of freckles dotting his nose—just like it will happen to Regulus after a few more days out under the Hawaiian sunshine. There’s a small patch of drool on his yellow shirt but he looks clean otherwise. 

After another moment of inner contemplation Regulus finally reaches out and tugs the sock back into place. 

The boy snickers, wiggling his foot and Regulus finds his lips tugging at the corners.

“Pafoo, out!” the boy repeats again.

Regulus frowns, “Yeah, mate, I already got us off the elevator.”

The little boy keeps squirming in his seat.

“Oh,” Regulus makes when it dawns on him, “Oh, out. Er– yes, sure, hold on.”

He scoots forward on the leather to inspect the little belt trapping the boy in his seat. Eventually Regulus finds the lock, figures out the mechanism and untangles the boy from his buggy. Before he has the chance to freeze and wonder if the boy is even old enough to be able to walk yet there are small, chubby arms reaching out to him and tangling around his neck.

“Oh, okay,” Regulus blinks, feeling his tiny body warm where it’s pressed into his chest, “Um, okay, I’m– okay, uh. Hi.”

The boy pulls back from the crook of Regulus’ neck, smiling brightly. “Hi,” he replies, sweet as sugar and waving a hand at him. Regulus’ heart does not melt.

Regulus’ eyes however clock the small bracelet on the boy’s wrist, donned with little letters spelling out the name Harry.

“Harry, huh?” he asks. “My name is Regulus.”

Harry makes another one of his loud, elated noises, “Pafoo!”

“Nah, mate, Re-gu-lus.”

“Pafoo,” Harry grins.

“Fine,” Regulus sniffs, “I guess I shouldn’t expect too much from a one or two year old.”

Harry giggles again, nose scrunching adorably and hiccuping little laughs into Regulus’ shoulder. 

If Regulus had ovaries he’s pretty sure they would be actively doing something right now which– is decidedly a disturbing thought to have. In a manner of trying to distract himself Regulus looks around, gaze landing on the socks once more.

“So what’s your favourite Spiderman movie, Harry?”

“Spidey!”

“Yes, which one?”

“Pafoo.”

“Mine’s probably the one with Andrew Garfield.”

“Mo!” Harry yells suddenly, pointing back at his buggy.

“Mo?” Regulus asks, confused.

“Mo,” Harry makes again, knocking his tiny, loosely curled fists against each other.

That’s when the clarity washes over Regulus, lips dropping open with a silent oh of understanding. It’s sign language for more. 

He’s seen young parents teach their babies sign language for easier communication and with Dorcas being hard of hearing Regulus and his friends obviously have taken on learning a whole lot as well. The basics are as easy for Regulus as English and French are by now.

“More of what?” Regulus asks, doing the according signs.

“Tea!” Harry responds, smiling brightly, clearly happy with being understood.

Regulus kicks at the buggy to turn it and then fishes a sippy cup out of the holder next to the handles.

Harry slurps away at his cold tea content and does the little gulp ahh thing small kids do when they exhale once they’re done drinking. 

Regulus does not think about adopting a baby.

“Harry!” someone calls from the end of the hall suddenly and may the gods stand by because the person running over is undoubtedly the most handsome man Regulus has ever seen.

The small boy in Regulus arms is literally a carbon copy what with the wild, black hair, the dark skin and the bright smile.

“Dada!” Harry yells, as if it wasn’t clear as day that they share the same DNA.

Regulus’ hands start sweating where they’re still around Harry’s now wiggling body, watching the young man rush over.

“Oh, god, thank you thank you,” the stranger chants, carefully lifting Harry out of Regulus’ hands, “Hi, baby, hi. Daddy’s here. Oh, holy fuck.”

Regulus snorts a little at the crude language but, alas, Harry is probably too young to remember anyways. 

He gives them their little moment of embracing, fighting against the restless squirming in his stomach, the thing scratching at the inside of his walls demanding to find out everything about the cute boy’s father.

Once the young father has got enough squeeze time and Harry starts trying to wiggle free, he lets out another string of curses, this time Spanish, and Regulus barely refrains from whimpering.

He has to trap another one behind his teeth when the man finally, actually glances at him, relief clear on his features, laughing breathlessly and chocolate brown eyes glinting happily and with ebbing nerves.

“Thank you, I’m–” the handsome stranger blinks a little, mouth working uselessly before he slips back into a lopsided grin, “Hi, I’m James, you- wow, hello, uh– thank you, um, for Harry. I’m so glad he’s okay, I’m James– by the way. And you are? Aside from my gorgeous knight in shining armour.”

Regulus cocks a brow, hands on his naked hips right above the elastic of his short running pants and below his cropped, black shirt with pink letters saying those are bold words for someone in stabbing range. It was a Christmas present from his friends and the first thing he saw after rolling out of bed with a hangover this morning, sue him.

“No problem, he’s a little sunshine,” Regulus replies, gazing at Harry where he’s fiddling with James’ necklace, “I’m Regulus.”

“Wait,” James says, jaw dropping, “Your name is—”

“James!” it comes from the other side of the hall, followed by another rush of footsteps and Regulus turns to see two more men jogging over to them. One of them being—

“Jesus, fuck, I’m so glad you found him,” Sirius says, eyes fixated on James and Harry.

Sirius, as in, Regulus’ older brother Sirius.

Sirius, as in, Regulus’ older brother that he hasn’t seen in four years.

Sirius with his long-ish hair falling down to his armpits now in long, soft curls. Sirius with his arms full of tattoos and wearing red bootie shorts and having pierced nipples and Sirius with pink cheeks and a relieved look on his face and Sirius having his fingers interlaced with another man’s.

Sirius blowing out another breath as he strokes the little boy’s cheek carefully, “Where’d you find h—”

Sirius that swivels and looks right at Regulus standing dumbfounded in a random hotel lobby on fucking Hawaii.

“Regulus.”

“Sirius.”

“I– what are you doing here?”

Regulus narrows his eyes, “I found Harry.”

“You what?”

“Are you deaf?” Regulus shoots back, “I found your friend’s baby.”

Sirius’ mouth drops open, “Excuse me, that is my godson.”

Regulus slips into a frown, suddenly and stupidly feeling a bit possessive over the little kid that is clearly taken with him but apparently supposed to be his older brother’s godson. 

He sniffs, crossing his arms, “Well, you’re clearly not doing your job well seeing as you’ve lost him. Also he called me his Pafoo.”

Regulus expects Sirius to volley back another insult, a counter-argument or something of the likes but instead he lets the loudest, most dramatic gasp rip from his throat.

“Oh God,” James mumbles, blanching but failing to keep his lips from twitching.

The man next to Sirius looks just as conflicted, instantly cooing into Sirius’ ear soothingly and rubbing his shoulder as this one whimpers like a wounded dog.

“What?” Regulus asks, looking at James.

The handsome father winces with a badly concealed grin before he ducks close, murmuring, “It’s Padfoot. That’s what we call Sirius, it’s sorta his nickname.”

Regulus can’t help it, the gleeful laugh bubbles right out of him. He could kiss little Harry right now.

“No!” Sirius wails, letting himself fall back into the lanky, taller man’s arms. “Betrayal!”

“Come now, Pads, he’s 18 months old,” the third man says soothingly.

“Remus is right,” James concurs, “Harry doesn’t even know my mum from our neighbour most times.”

“Effie doesn’t live with you,” Sirius cries out.

Regulus thinks there might actually be tears forming in his eyes.

“And neither do you,” James says pointedly, “You’re across the hall and you work full time, might I remind you. You’re over maybe four times a week.”

“Five! At least!”

“Sirius, darling, please stop yelling,” Remus mutters, glancing at a passing old couple with a wobbly smile.

Regulus grins, “No, please keep going, this is the highlight of my vacation so far.”

There’s a poke in his naked side and when Regulus looks over James is giving him a playful scolding glare.

Regulus digs his teeth into his lower lip, voice purposefully innocent, “What?”

“Don’t be a tease,” James chides but it sorta loses the edge with how wide he’s smiling.

“Or else?” Regulus counters.

James hums, giving Regulus a once over before clearing his throat, looking back at his friend, “Here, Moons, can you take Harry for a second?”

Sirius makes an affronted noise, looking downright stricken and he quickly takes Remus’ outstretched hands, pulling, what is presumably his boyfriend, out of reach for James. “Two Potters in one day!? Prongs, are you trying to kill me?”

James sighs, pulling Harry back against his hip which then decides to reach out his hands to Sirius, “Pafoo.”

“That’s right,” Sirius sniffs, crossing the distance and ripping Harry from James’ hold, “I love you, little stinker. You’ll get it with time, I know you will. You’re such a smart boy, Hazza.”

Harry immediately starts playing with the thin braids in Sirius’ hair and his brother swivels to level Regulus with a triumphant smirk.

“Whatever,” Regulus says, crossing his arms again.

But before jealousy, no matter over whom, can spread itself in Regulus’ chest, Sirius is stepping closer.

Regulus is certain their flip flops nearly touch and Sirius is staring at him intensely with the same eyes he sees in the mirror every day, and it makes him swallow. The freckle over Sirius’ mouth is just the same as four years ago, as is the one on Regulus’ temple. 

“There’s a baby swimming lesson at the pool I wanted to attend with Harry later at 2,” Sirius says, voice husky, “Care to join?”

Regulus was supposed to meet the others back in Barty and Evan’s room at 3 but they’re probably passed out until then anyways. “I think I can make some time,” he replies airily.

Sirius blows out a heavy breath through his nose, before slipping into a grin, “Good.”

“Good,” Regulus mimics.

“I bet Harry floats better than you,” Sirius taunts, “Do you still sink like a stone?”

“It’s amazing how much of a talent you still possess for making me regret things,” Regulus snips back.

Sirius bumps their shoulder together, making Harry giggle and Regulus purses his lips in an effort to hide his smile.

And then James is there on the other side of him, taking Harry back from Sirius and smiling sweetly down at Regulus and for some reason his cheeks feel a little warmer suddenly.

—

[also for personal reasons i need everyone to know these were the booty shorts sirius was wearing]

#dad james potter #i'm rewatching modern family and mitch and cam lost lily in an elevator on hawaii so now we have this #jegulus #jegulus microfic #starchaser #sunseeker #wolfstar #baby harry potter #toddler harry potter #lune writes #lune’s tiny fic #regulus black #james potter #black brothers #sirius black

[lulublack90]

Prompt 1 - Shower

@jegulus-microfic February 1 Word count 255

“James, for fuck’s sake. Just call a plumber!” James had been ripping apart the bathroom for the last three hours, attempting to find the source of a leak. 

“No. Gerald on YouTube says it’s an easy enough thing to do, and any amateur should be able to finish this simple task.” He was sweating and getting more and more irate over the plastic piles that refused to fit back together.

Regulus started googling plumbers. 

Eventually, James managed to get the bathroom back in working order. He stared at his handy work. The madness had been worth it. Every tap was on at full blast and not a single leak. He kept them on for half an hour just in case anything happened. 

“Well done, love.” Regulus reached up on tiptoes to plant a kiss on James's cheek as he pressed a cup of tea into his husband’s hands.

That was when Harry came running into the bathroom, smiled widely at his dads, moved the shower curtain aside and tried to wash his hands with the shower. It did not go well, and a small puddle of water formed on the tiled floor exactly where the previous puddles of water had been. 

“Reg, my darling,” James said in a sickeningly sweet voice. Regulus swallowed nervously. 

“Yes, James.” 

“I need something stronger than tea.” He bent down with a towel and wiped up the mess Harry had left. He then picked up the young boy and gave him a big hug before heading downstairs for that drink.   

#February 1 #jegulus #jegulus microfic #james potter #regulus black #harry potter #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #harry james potter #regulus x james #james x regulus #regulus and james #shower #toddlers man #they drive you insane #but theyre cute #so it doesnt matter

[mccallw]

wolfstar microfic January 14 & 15 - balance & back

cw suggestive

Remus hums, very pleased, and thinks, what did I ever do to deserve this?

The weight of Sirius straddling his back feels perfect. His hands are warm, and outlining every scar they find. He can also feel the brush of his hair when he leans in to kiss them. The firm press of plump lips that make him shiver. Heaven.

Sirius gently traces his back until he reaches his shoulders. He squeezes, and Remus turns his head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of his lover, but he’s still out of sight. So Remus closes his eyes and sighs, still thinking, I’m in heaven.

After a few beats of silence, Sirius starts kissing his neck. He tilts his head to give him more acces, and so the kisses start to linger, with tongue and teeth, with love and passion. It feels amazing. Remus doesn’t want Sirius to stop kissing him. He wants to be cherished by his lover like this forever. And by the sound of Sirius’ small hums, he probably doesn’t want to stop doing what he’s doing either.

After leaving Merlin know’s how many marks on his neck, Sirius moves on to catch his lips with his own. At first it’s just small pecks, soft brushes, smiles pressed against each other. Then it’s lazy, noses brushing and tongues making their way into each other’s mouth. Then one of Sirius’ hands comes to grab his cheek, holding him there and deepening the kisses, desperate, a bit more fast paced, with a lot of bites to his lower lip. There’s quiet sighs and just when Sirius starts to get down Remus’ back to find a more comfortable position, Remus hears them.

Small steps, coming in the direction of his room.

“Harry’s coming…” he mumbles, a little bit out of it, Sirius lips still insistent against his own.

“What?” He breathes out.

Then Harry’s whiny and quite high pitched voice interrupts them from the door, “Moony!”

Despite Remus knowing about Harry’s presence, he still jumps at the sound of his voice, snapping out of his Sirius-induced-haze in an instant. Sirius jumps as well, and lets out a curse as he loses his balance and falls off the bed, landing on the floor with a thud. Remus looks quickly to make sure he’s okay.

Once he sees Sirius is okay, he gets up, grabbing the first sweater he can reach, puts it on and crouches down until he’s at Harry’s level. “Hey darling, you alright?” The boy is rubbing one of his eyes and clutching his stag plushie to his chest with the other. The sight of it makes Remus’ heart ache.

“Can’t sleep…” Harry whines. Remus doesn’t hesitate to open his arms, where Harry goes willingly. “Want to sleep with you and Paddy.”

“Of course, Harry.” He says, already getting under the covers where Sirius is waiting for them.

“Hey there, Haz.” Sirius smiles, and Remus can’t help but lean in and peck his lips. Maybe it’s some sort of apology, since their moment was interrupted, but Sirius shakes his head. Don’t be ridiculous, his eyes say.

Harry falls asleep within a minute after Sirius tucks him in between them. Sirius follows not long after, with Remus hands cradling his hair. Remus himself falls asleep next in no time, listening to the soft breaths of the people he loves most.

--

@wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #suggestive #cw suggestive #no smut #kissing #getting interrupted #lol #harry interrupts their moment #toddler harry potter #wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar fluff #kissing scars #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #sirius loves remus #remus loves sirius #sirius black #remus lupin

[yesnoidkiguess]

#i’m done drawing toddlers that’s nightmare #my art #doodle #marauders #dead gay wizards #marauders fanart #harry potter #luna lovegood #evan rosier #baby harry potter #baby luna lovegood #teddy lupin #baby teddy #artist on tumblr