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ellecdc · 24 days

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All's Fair in Love & Chaos

2nd instalment (read the first one here)

a short blurb style mini-series in collaboration with @unstablereader no real plot, just vibes and comedy.

Synopsis: soulmate au, everyone's soulmate's initials become visible on their wrist when the last person in the bond 'comes of age' (I've left the age ambiguous because their may be mature insinuations later on in the story). As luck would have it, and much to everyone's horror; it appeared that you, Barty Crouch Junior, and Sirius Black were soulmates

poly!DeathStar x fem!reader

Though this soulmate thing had caused Sirius a bit of grief so far, he was feeling rather chuffed about it today. He was currently sitting with you in the library; you were currently doing research for your Herbology project, and he was pretending to work on his Transfiguration essay.

It was an odd sight, he was sure; Sirius Black found in the library working quietly without being involved in some sort of mischief. It was no secret he didn’t exactly take his school work seriously, but that was only because he didn’t have to; classes came easily to him and getting good grades didn’t require any extra work on his part.

But…

But, he had a pretty little thing sitting across from him, that was certifiably his, and she was spending time in the library, which meant he was, too.

It was a precarious arrangement, but Sirius found he didn’t much mind when the unpleasantness wasn’t around.

Unfortunately, the unpleasantness was insistent on following him around.

“Junior.” He growled lowly as a figure sidled up behind you and cast a shadow over your shared table.

“Black.” Barty sneered before turning a saccharine smile in your direction. “Hello, sweet darling angel.” He cooed, earning him a scoff from Sirius.

“Hello, Barty… what are you doing here?”

Barty laughed as if you’d made a particularly funny joke. “I’m here to spend time with my best girl, of course!”

“Like hell you are!” Sirius barked, earning him indignant shushes from the other students around him.

“Barty… you agreed to this.” You tried placating.

“Agreed to share you with Black?” Barty squawked. “I’d sooner start wearing red and gold unironically.”

“Junior, this schedule was your idea. I get the library study time on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. You get the library study time on Sundays, Mondays, and Wednesdays. It’s Tuesday; get lost.” Sirius lamented.

“But I don’t want to!” Barty pouted particularly petulantly, even stomping his foot for good measure.

“Well, you can take it up with management.” Sirius taunted.

“You just sodding said yourself that this was my plan; I am the management!” Barty countered.

Sirius mustered his most Noble and Ancient menacing glare from countless Black ancestors. The Slytherin boy had no problem reciprocating it, and it wasn’t until you intervened that the boys broke the silent war being waged between them.

“Barty, I…I think you should go see what Pandora is up to? And…maybe we can sit together at dinner?” You offered hopefully. Sirius was simultaneously grateful you were trying to rid them of the unpleasantness and also terribly jealous that Barty was going to share a meal with you.

“Yes! Okay, I’ll go get Pandora to help me organize a romantic meal for us tonight.” Barty beamed excitedly.

“Please. How romantic can a meal in the Great Hall be?” Sirius sneered, albeit slightly worried that Barty may in fact succeed.

“You mind your fuckin’ business, Black. Salazar’s balls you’re a pest.”

“I’m the pest!?” Sirius exclaimed, but you were quick to place a conciliatory hand on Barty’s forearm.

“Please, Barty?”

Barty looked down at you with a pained expression that Sirius could understand all too well.

You were impossible to say no to.

Barty looked between you and Sirius a few times before groaning exasperatedly.

“Fine.” He relented, pressing a smacking kiss to your cheek and stalking off.

Sirius let out a sigh of relief as you turned back towards the table with an embarrassed smile.

“Oh!” Sirius heard, causing him to let his head fall with a thump to the table before him. “I almost forgot.”

And Sirius lifted his head from the table to watch as Barty pulled at the collar of your uniform shirt to expose part of your neck and began sucking a bruise into your skin.

Sirius spit out a shocked guffaw as he watched Barty pull back, admire his work, press a chaste kiss to it and replace your collar to its proper place before leaving the library for good.

“What…” Sirius started as he turned his attention from the door he’d been keeping an eye on to ensure that menace didn’t return to continue tormenting him back to you, just as you were embarrassedly rubbing at your neck. “...in the buggering fuck was that?”

“That’s just Barty.” You replied timidly.

Sirius let out another scoff, eyes still glued to your neck. “Are you okay?”

You chuckled at that and offered Sirius a smile that was equal parts apologetic and equal parts teasing. “I’m pretty sure that’s his way of showing…affection? Or possibly marking his territory; he’s done it before when Diggory spent a, quote, ‘unreasonable amount of time complimenting my potion’.”

Sirius relaxed a little at that. He supposed if you were comfortable with it, he wouldn’t push it. And though Sirius clearly had better impulse control than your other soulmate, he couldn’t deny how much he was tempted to do the same.

“Alright then.” Sirius relented, allowing you to return to your research.

“I hope you know you’ve just opened up the need to schedule meals now though.”

“For fuck’s sake.” You groaned, plopping your head down into your textbook.

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cassiopeiasdaughter · 10 months

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invisible string

Theodore Nott x fem!reader

summary: you get married in the middle of the night during the war

warning: this is a complete AU and doesn't follow the events of the books, just use your imagination and go with the flow :) also in case you hadn't already guessed it !not proofread!

Theo masterlist & this is part of the midnights series

small blurb that was inspired by Finnick & Annie’s wedding iykyk

@tencrushesperday @lovergirlie14 I told you I would make it happen

"Marry me.", he whispers in the dark.

His hand going through your hair and the other one drawing circles on your back had been sending you to sleep; along with the steady beat of his heart.

His words however, managed to wake you back up, "What did you say?”

You both stand up and he takes your hands in his; holds them to his face and kisses them.

“Let’s get married, right now.”, he says with a smile

“Theo, we- we can’t just get married right now.”,

“Why not?”, he asks playfully

“What’s gotten into you?”, you ask

“Well, we may die tomorrow for all we know and before; there were many things I considered a total waste of time, like marriage, but now-“

“That we are in the middle of a war and could die at any moment?”

“No, now that I love you and I know that something terrible could happen”, like losing you he thinks but doesn’t say it, buries it deep down, not even wanting to imagine what that would be like. “I want to do everything with you.”

“Let’s get married.”, he says slowly; full of love and promise.

Marry me, and be with me forever, let’s survive this and then go away together. Build a home of our own just how we like it and make love in every room. Let’s do all the boring things we once made fun of. I will buy you flowers every Sunday, and you’ll kiss my forehead before leaving for work. Let’s have kids eventually and teach them what it is like for their parents to love eachother like we do.

Let’s say I love you a million times a day and never let eachother go.

“Alright.” You say and he kisses you.

“But it is very late now.”, you add

“Don’t worry, I will figure something out, get ready and I will wait for you in the garden, in twenty minutes?”

“-Thirty!" you say and jump out of bed in a hurry to get ready.

When you decided to join the Order you didn’t think to bring a wedding gown with you, so the best thing you could do is put on a white shirt, a flowy one, that ties beautifully in the front and has two detailed off the shoulder sleeves. You think back to transfiguration class and extend the shirt with a spell, turning it into a dress. McGonagall should be here to see this you think and move on to do your hair.

You tie your boots, muddy and old, but the only pair of shoes you have with you; and then head downstairs.

As you walk to the garden you see lanterns on the trees lighting up the space, just enough for you to spot Draco and Hermione; the first with an annoyed look on his face and the latter scolding him; as usual

Moving further you can make out Professor Lupin talking to Theo; who is waiting for you nervously.

“Here comes the bride.”, exclaims Draco with a tired voice.

Theo turns his head at that and looks at you with a smile that you quickly return.

“Come on Granger, prepare your wand so we can get this circus over with.”

“Quiet Draco, be patient, this is a beautiful moment that we should all cherish.” said professor Lupin with a calming smile

“I am sorry professor for bothering you this late at night.” , you quickly say

“Call me Remus, dear, we are in the middle of a war, there is no room for such courtesies I am afraid.” He replied “And don’t worry about the time, I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“I was sleeping just fine by the way not that you cared, Nott, if we survive this war you are in serious debt.”, Draco said with an eye roll

“If we survive this war Malfoy, I will personally make sure-” said Hermione

“Enough children.” Theo cut her off “Draco, if we survive this war I will give you whatever’s left of the Nott heritage.”

“Shall we get started now?” , professor Lupin said with a clasp of his hands

Remus began the ceremony by reading out loud what it meant for two magical beings to entwine their souls forever a bit dramatic if you asked me you thought.

He began reciting the spells and asked Hermione and Draco; the witnesses of the ceremony to join in, as it was mandatory for at least three witches or wizards to engage in the soul binding spell.

To complete the spell it was required for the married couple to join in, by connecting their hands and their wands.

And as you did that you could feel Theo, his energy, feelings; his soul in you as could he.

That is why this is so special you thought. With this matrimony you and Theo will be entirely bound to eachother, a part of you will live inside Theo and a part of him inside you.

You could see him as he realized that too, the way he looked at you, how his mouth was half open, surprised by this newfound sensation inside him; there were chills all over your body and then everything stopped.

The ceremony was over and the spell was finished. You felt the same as before, just warmer inside, more safe.

“You may kiss eachother, now”, whispered professor Lupin.

You smiled at eachother and Theo took your face in his hands, carefully as if holding something of great value. He leaned in slowly and you turned your head to him as you closed your eyes. As your lips touched for the first time you felt everything connect. A thin glowing string tying the two of you together. He kissed you fully then and the string started tying around you two, holding you together, protecting you.

You broke the kiss and he leaned down to rest his forehead on yours, with his arms looping around you protectively.

You didn’t notice Hermione crying at that or Remus looking at you sadly as if missing the other side of his golden string. And you definitely didn’t notice Draco smiling for his best friend and resting his arm on Hermiones shoulder comforting her.

fin

Also, if you would be interested in reading a series about the events that lead to this story and how their relationship came to be lmk, I’d be interested in expanding that into a series

divider by the wonderful @saradika

If you notice any mistakes, I am terribly sorry, let me know

Going on vacation so see you next Monday xx

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lionofchaeronea · 3 months

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The Transfiguration, Nicolas Beatrizet and Tommaso Barlacchi after Raphael, 1541

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lokislittlemidgardian · 2 years

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Anything poly!cg! Marauders x little!reader maybe like a 2-4 headspace?

It's okay, we're here now

Content - age regression, cg!remus, cg!james, cg!sirius, horrible days, soft toys, dummy use, detention, crying, angst turned fluff, quidditch practice, light swearing, modern!marauders (still in school but Harry's time), lily and marlene, don't like don't read.

Summary - sometimes hards days are horrible, especially when they cause you to involuntarily regress.

Authors note - this took so long for me to write I'm so sorry, I will definitely write more cg!marauders characters there's just something about it that soothes me. Photo credit to @_mwpp on tiktok please go check them out, hope you enjoy<3

Today had been absolutely treacherous.

First you hadn't been able to find your transfiguration homework resulting in professor mcgonagall giving you a detention at the end of the day. You loved professor mcgonagall you always got on well but you understood that she couldn't give special treatment, even to her favourite students.

Then you spilt ink over your potions assignment and to top it all off your uniform had been suffocating you all day.

It was days like this that you were thankful at least one of your partners were with you in each class.

However each of them had been increasingly distracted today.

James had been thinking about quidditch a lot lately since there was a match on Sunday against slytherin, everybody wanted to win but James always took it to a new level.

Remus's head had been trapped in his book practically all week, there was an assignment due for history of magic and to everyone's surprise remus was struggling slightly to make sense of the text as it contradicted itself many times. Personally you didn't really care about your results in history of magic you just saw it as a filler class occasionally copying down notes but mostly constructing origami birds.

Sirius had been the most present one today however he had spent his lessons thinking over new ways to taunt his brother and Snape not listening to you when you discouraged it.

You had hoped to spend a good amount of time with them after your classes but then you realised.

James had quidditch practice, sirius was going along to watch him and remus had a meeting with professor dumbledoor.

Brilliant.

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Stepping through the entryway for the gryffindor common room you saw lily and marlene sitting on the crushed velvet sofa. As soon as you made your way over to them you dropped your bag onto the floor beside you and flopped down onto the cushions Making lily chuckle.

"Hard day huh?" She said with a knowing smile "torture" you agreed resting your head on her shoulder feeling her hand gently stroke your hair. "Aww hon, well it's over now until next week" "how was detention?" Marlene smirked eyeing you cheekily "I don't understand the point of it, all I did was sit there drawing" you chuckled kicking your feet up.

A good half an hour passed on the sofa with your best friends before you made your way up to the boys dorm room, you barley ever slept in your own dorm anymore. As soon as you reached the 6th step you felt a hazy feeling come over your mind.

Why did it always come at the worst times?

Holding onto the hand rail you made quick work of your journey. When you reached the large oak door you swung it open and locked it with a simple spell, the boys would know that it was only you.

Once you reached remus's bed you felt all attempts at staying in your big headspace leave you, the only thing was you felt young.

Really young.

Considering that you hadn't been able to regress in such a long time it wasn't really surprising however it felt scary, you never regressed this young on your own and you didn't know what to do.

Suddenly being made aware of your itchy uniform you tried desperately to remove it but there were too many zips and the buttons were to small so it was no use.

Realising that you couldn't do anything for yourself you excepted your fate and layed yourself down on the mattress hugging the pillow close to you wetting it with your tears.

"They'll be back soon" you thought to yourself.

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"Your such a tosser" james expressed to sirius as they reached their dorm room. Trying the doorknob they realised that it was locked causing them to frown "alohomora" remus said hearing a click.

Walking through the doorway they saw you curled up on remus’s bed sobbing into his pillow, immediately they rushed over to you with sirius gently removing the pillow and laying down beside you "what's wrong sweetheart?" James asked sitting on your other side.

Trying to find the words you spoke softly "small" you whimpered cuddling into Sirius's arm feeling his hand gently stroke your hair. "Oh angel" you heard remus sigh guilt lacing his tone almost instantly you heard the two of them walk around the room.

After collecting some clothes for you remus walked over towards the bed gently turning you into your back causing you to protest "I know baby I know it's okay" he said unbuttoning your shirt, zipping down your skirt and bringing down your stockings. Feeling a soft jumper being pulled over your head you manoeuvred your way through it "there she is" sirius gasped when your head popped through the hole making you giggle.

Watching James from across the room you saw him pull down a lime green box and walk it over towards you. Pulling the lid off he took out a soft grey dummy and a soft lion toy, you had never seen these ones before.

Passing the dummy to sirius you felt him gently ease it into your mouth feeling remus squish in beside you and sirius he made his way towards his bed.

Hearing a loud noise you panicked slightly and shot up in the bed "Hey, hey sweetheart it's okay it's just daddy being an twat" "oi I'm just moving the bed so we can all fit, your welcome" james said sarcastically "Daddy's not a twat" you mumbled sleepily from behind your dummy "thank you baby" "you could have used your wand" remus stated a moment of silence following "shut up."

Feeling the boys spread out on the joined mattresses you rolled yourself over giggling slightly "aww our giggly little girl" sirius smiled placing a kiss to the back of your head. "Pass her over here" james said piping up from beside remus "come here honey" the lycanthrophe beside you mumbled rolling you over his stomach and into james arms "there she is" he sighed kissing your head gently.

Looking at you each of them realised that you were about to fall into dreamland, with james stroking your hair and remus patting your lower back soothingly you allowed yourself to sleep with Sirius's comforting words.

"Your okay now little one, we're here and we'll be here when you wake up."

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isalisewrites · 1 month

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TERRIBLE, BUT GREAT - CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

SUMMARY:

“Harry Potter.” The cold burrowed into his flesh, the scent of cloying death and molding earth clogged his senses.

“The Boy Who Lived.”

A strange sense of loss and disappointment rose within him. That brilliant, yet cruel boy could’ve been so much more if he’d not stepped down this bloodied path.

Terrible, but great. He pitied this creature.

“Come to die.”

Harry Potter faced the flash of green light with the bravery of a Gryffindor and the broken heart of a Hufflepuff.

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When Death gives Harry a third option, one that can save everyone he ever cared about, he takes it unflinchingly. Even when that means doing the impossible: falling in love with the enemy, Tom Riddle.

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TWENTY-EIGHT EXCERPT:

That godforsaken, flaming chicken cutlet was going to be the death of him.

Getting out of bed felt like walking through thick mud. Exhaustion permeated through his flesh, deep into his muscles, down to his very bones. He’d never experienced exhaustion at this depth before. Tom rubbed his eyes, willing them to open through the burn and weight of his eyelids. He hated not getting up before the others. He valued his privacy. These nightmares were going to be the end of him.

Stupid, useless mortal frame.

What day is it?

Something, something… Transfiguration? No, wait. Ancient Runes was before Transfiguration… unless it was Monday, which meant Charms was before Transfiguration.

Tom vigorously rubbed his forehead, trying to think.

It wasn’t Monday. That much he was sure of, since detention on Sunday felt like a distant memory. He’d attended Potions and DADA yesterday - and failed spectacularly at them, too - which meant today was Wednesday.

Salazar, how was he supposed to function in his classes today if he could barely remember the day of the week?

When the dormitory went silent, signifying the others had left, Tom got out of bed. It took five tries with his wayward wand before he gave up on it and attempted, quite begrudgingly, to wandlessly cast the refreshing charms on himself. On his second try, his robes freshened up with a light pine scent. The wrinkles smoothed out and his hair styled primly with nary a curl out of place.

Charms would have to do, instead of the old fashion way. He refused to look out of sorts more than he already was.

He walked out of the Slytherin common room and to the Great Hall in a blurry haze. His steps were wooden; his bag felt heavier than normal on his back. He sat at the table, mind empty and blank. God, he was tired. Tom reached for a pot and filled his mug to the top. He drank half of it before he realized what it was and grimaced at the bitter taste. Blegh. Coffee. Damn. He hated coffee. Tea—where was the tea?

He took another big gulp of coffee, regretting every second of it. He couldn’t hold back the soft groan of disgust. A pinch of pain flushed through his head from the bitterness of the coffee. He set his mug aside, grabbing a drink of water to clear some of the taste.

“Good morning, said Harry softly. Tom blinked. When did he sit beside me? Concern laced through those green eyes. “Are you all right, Tom?”

“I’m fine,” said Tom, clipped. He cleared the hoarseness from his throat and lifted his glass of water in a grimace. “Just drinking some coffee.”

Now leave me alone.

With slow, careful movements, Harry set a different pot next to his plate. He gently pushed the jar of honey closer.

“Here,” whispered Harry.

Tom stared at the pot of tea. His chest twisted; it ached in a strange way. The discomfort slipped to his gut and Tom swallowed through the sudden dryness in his throat. He didn’t meet Harry’s eyes as Tom reached for an empty mug and poured himself a cup of tea. He mixed two spoonfuls of honey into it. As he brought the mug to his lips, Tom drew in a deep breath, the scent of the sweet chai relaxing the tension in his body.

Tom swallowed back the lump in his throat. “Thank you.”

Harry smiled softly, nodded, and went back to his breakfast.

Dammit. Why did Tom feel so uncomfortable? He didn’t know what to think any more, what to feel any more. The urge to escape his very self shook his limbs, but Tom couldn’t hide from himself. He wanted to hide, bury his head in the sand, and flee from this strange sensation inside his chest.

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omgrachwrites · 11 months

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What a Catch, Sirius - Chapter Two

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You come back to England after a long stint abroad, you soon realise that your brother’s best friend never grew out of his childish ways. You may stand to lose more than your heart.

Warnings: fluff, angst, everyone lives au

A/N: Thank you for your love on the first chapter everyone! I hope you enjoy this one, please let me know if you would like to be tagged and let me know what you think! xxx

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Chapter Two

It was a beautiful Sunday morning when you awoke on the day of the Quidditch trials, as the Quidditch coach, James would be coming up to Hogwarts in the afternoon to help Oliver Wood make his decision. You smiled as you looked out of your dormitory room window at the clear day, watching how the sun caught the water of the Black Lake. You missed being a student, you had loved Hogwarts but looking back it was possible that you didn’t appreciate it fully. Though, that could be said about a lot of things.

You were intending on having a late and leisurely breakfast, unfortunately it seemed as though Sirius had had the same idea as you met him in the corridor.

“Mornin’ Y/N,” he spoke, only barely managing to conceal a yawn, his voice wrecked with sleep.

“Morning, wild Saturday night was it?”

“Ha, ha,” he said drily, trying to glare at you but he failed, shooting a lazy grin your way.

You ignored him with a shake of your head and you stared at the Transfiguration courtyard as you passed it. There was a ruckus further up the corridor which caused you and Sirius to share a glance as you quickened the pace of your walking. It wasn’t until Hermione came running towards you that you got worried.

“Professors!” Hermione gasped nearly out of breath, “it’s Harry and Draco, they’re fighting!”

You and Sirius quickly followed Hermione to where the two second years were fighting, the students gathered around them where egging them on to fight. You had expected them to be duelling but they were actually fist fighting. Harry had a bleeding nose while Malfoy had a bruise high on his cheekbone and his usual slick backed hair was a mess.

“Hey!” you and Sirius shouted in unison as you rushed forwards, pulling the boys apart. Harry was still fighting to get at Malfoy even as you pulled him away.

The two boys were yelling at each other but you couldn’t make out what Malfoy was saying because Harry’s voice was louder, “be quiet,” you said softly.

At your words, Harry smirked over at Malfoy, “yeah, Malfoy. Be quiet!”

“Harry, I wasn’t talking to Draco,” your godson looked up at you with a look of shock and horror on his face.

Sirius looked pained as he glanced between you and Harry, “why don’t you have a word with Harry?” he suggested, “and I’ll sort this little toe rag out,” he muttered under his breath so only you could hear.

You laughed and nodded at him, “that would be great, thank you.”

“Of course,” Sirius smiled, “let’s go, Malfoy.”

Sirius led Malfoy away in the direction of his office while you led Harry in the direction of yours. Before you could get any words out, Harry threw himself into a chair and looked at you sullenly.

“You didn’t have to take his side, you know.”

“Harry, sweetheart. I wasn’t taking any sides,” you sighed as you pushed a box of tissues over to him so he could staunch the bleeding, “what happened? I know your parents certainly don’t encourage fighting.”

The young boy looked at his feet before he glanced back up at you, “he called Hermione a mudblood, it’s not the first time he’s called her that either. And, then he was bullying Neville and I just lost it.”

You couldn’t quite believe that a twelve-year-old boy could be so cruel, “I know you and Malfoy have had an unhappy relationship. I know you practically hate each other and I think it’s very commendable that you’re looking out for your friends but it’s never been physical before, Harry,” you desperately wanted him to talk to you, you wanted to help him.

“What do you think people see when they look at me?” his green eyes were glassy and he furiously rubbed them before any tears fell, and he didn’t wait for you to answer, “they see my parents. Every single time. How could they not? My parents saved everyone when they won the war, I just want to be like them.”

For a long moment, you just stared at your nephew and for the first time you realised just how much he felt like he was in James and Lily’s shadow. He didn’t have to be like them, he just had to be a kid. That was all he had to be.

“You don’t have to be a hero, Harry. Just enjoy your time at Hogwarts with your friends.”

Harry shifted his eyes away from yours, “speaking of, I should probably go,” he said as he stood up from his chair and you nodded.

“You know, I have to take points from Gryffindor, right? No matter how much it pains me, I have to be fair.”

“I understand; you won’t tell dad will you?”

You almost laughed at the nervous expression on his face, “you know, it will be going around the school,” you paused, “but he won’t hear about it from me.”

Harry grinned, “thanks, Aunt Y/N.”

About 5 minutes later, Sirius knocked on your open door, “hi,” you nodded at him to come in.

“How is he?” he asked, slowly stalking over to you.

You sighed, “he’s living in James and Lily’s shadow. I mean, I get it, I’d feel the same if my parents were big time war heroes. What happened with Malfoy?”

Sirius rolled his eyes, “only managed to take a few points from Slytherin. Was going to give him detention but someone tipped Snivellus off.”

You laughed at the displeased look on his face, it took him a couple of moments but he quickly caved and started laughing too. He bit his lip and put something wrapped up in napkins on your desk.

“What in Merlin is that?”

“You missed breakfast, I only just got there in time.”

“Oh,” you started, it was kind of him but you felt slightly awkward, “you didn’t have to do that, I would have just gone down to the kitchens.”

Sirius grumbled a little, “then don’t eat it, Y/N,” he rubbed a hand over his face and you felt a little guilty, “are you coming to watch the Quidditch try outs? There’s a few of us going,” he stuffed his hands in his pockets and you looked up at him in surprise. His eyes widened and he quickly corrected himself, “Remus is going too, I’m not asking you to come with me.”

You smirked a little at his nervous expression, “sure, as long as Remus is going to be there.”

Sirius rolled his eyes as he backed out of the room, “see you later.”

The weather was still glorious when you went to go and meet Remus and Sirius in the Quidditch stands. Remus greeted you with a beaming smile and a hug while Sirius merely greeted you with a nod of his head.

“Did I miss anything?” you asked and Remus shook his head.

“No, it’s just started,” he pointed at the pitch with an excited look on his face and you saw all the hopefuls lined up.

It was clear from the beginning that Harry was the best choice for a seeker but of course you knew that everyone had to have a fair chance. A couple of times you caught your brother’s eye and offered him a wave which he didn’t return. You frowned but you thought nothing of it. By the end of the trials, it was abundantly clear that Gryffindor had a formidable team. When James walked up to where you were sitting in the stands you were about to congratulate him but stopped short when you saw the expression on his face. He had a face like thunder.

“and, what’s up with you?” Sirius laughed.

James ignored his best friend, instead he turned to glare at you, “how could you not tell me about Harry’s fight? It’s spreading through the school like wildfire, Y/N.”

James already seemed pissed off so you decided to tell him the truth, “he didn’t want me to,” James scoffed, “he was worried about what you would say! You need to talk to your son, James.”

James groaned as he rubbed a hand over his face, “you had no right to keep this from me, Harry is my son. Maybe if you had children of your own you would understand.”

James’ words were like a blade to your heart and they were almost unforgivable. Almost.

“James!” Remus scolded.

“Prongs, don’t speak to Y/N like that!”

“Shut up, Sirius,” you huffed and you could see the hurt in his eyes which you chose to ignore as you got up from your seat, squeezed past the boys and disappeared into the castle.

You took a drag of your cigarette as you leaned on the railings of the Astronomy Tower with a sigh. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the gentle footsteps. That’s why you were startled when you heard a voice from the doorway.

“When did you start smoking?”

You laughed as you glanced over your shoulder at Remus, “are you kidding, I lived in Paris for over 10 years, there’s more cigarette smoke in that city than oxygen,” you laughed again but it fell flat as Remus came to stand next to you.

“Your eyes are red,” Remus sighed as he reached out and touched the red skin, making you wince and he gave you an apologetic look.

“Wow, nothing gets past you, does it Remus?”

Remus rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, “James didn’t mean it you know.”

“He did, I suppose that it wasn’t entirely his fault.”

“Maybe you should tell him abo- “you cut Remus off before he could even finish the sentence.

“What good would that do now?” you cupped Remus’ cheek, your nail gently running across one of his scars, “oh, sweet Remus, if you hadn’t been there to see it you wouldn’t know either. No one would know.”

Remus swallowed as he looked away from you, “Sirius is a good man, he means well.”

“I imagine that he does but I’ll never forgive him, I blame him for what happened Remus.”

“I know you do,” Remus sighed.

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here is a poem by polish poet Zbigniew Herbert

Report From The Besieged City

Too old to carry arms and fight like the others - they graciously gave me the inferior role of chronicler I record - I don't know for whom - the history of the siege I am supposed to be exact but I don't know when the invasion began two hundred years ago in December in September perhaps yesterday at dawn everyone here suffers from a loss of the sense of time all we have left is the place the attachment to the place we still rule over the ruins of temples spectres of gardens and houses if we lose the ruins nothing will be left I write as I can in the rhythm of interminable weeks monday: empty storehouses a rat became the unit of currency tuesday: the mayor murdered by unknown assailants wednesday: negotiations for a cease-fire the enemy has imprisoned our messengers we don't know where they are held that is the place of torture thursday: after a stormy meeting a majority of voices rejected the motion of the spice merchants for unconditional surrender friday: the beginning of the plague saturday: our invincible defender N.N. committed suicide sunday: no more water we drove back an attack at the eastern gate called the Gate of the Alliance all of this is monotonous I know it can't move anyone I avoid any commentary I keep a tight hold on my emotions I write about the facts only they it seems are appreciated in foreign markets yet with a certain pride I would like to inform the world that thanks to the war we have raised a new species of children our children don’t like fairy tales they play at killing awake and asleep they dream of soup of bread and bones just like dogs and cats in the evening I like to wander near the outposts of the city along the frontier of our uncertain freedom. I look at the swarms of soldiers below their lights I listen to the noise of drums barbarian shrieks truly it is inconceivable the City is still defending itself the siege has lasted a long time the enemies must take turns nothing unites them except the desire for our extermination Goths the Tartars Swedes troops of the Emperor regiments of the Transfiguration who can count them the colours of their banners change like the forest on the horizon from delicate bird's yellow in spring through green through red to winter's black and so in the evening released from facts I can think about distant ancient matters for example our friends beyond the sea I know they sincerely sympathize they send us flour lard sacks of comfort and good advice they don’t even know their fathers betrayed us our former allies at the time of the second Apocalypse their sons are blameless they deserve our gratitude therefore we are grateful they have not experienced a siege as long as eternity those struck by misfortune are always alone the defenders of the Dalai Lama the Kurds the Afghan mountaineers now as I write these words the advocates of conciliation have won the upper hand over the party of inflexibles a normal hesitation of moods fate still hangs in the balance cemeteries grow larger the number of defenders is smaller yet the defence continues it will continue to the end and if the City falls but a single man escapes he will carry the City within himself on the roads of exile he will be the City we look in the face of hunger the face of fire face of death worst of all - the face of betrayal and only our dreams have not been humiliated

❤️❤️

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adoseofgodtoday · 1 year

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God’s AGENDA First

March 5, 2023 – Second Sunday of Lent Click here for the readings (https://bible.usccb.org/bible/readings/030523.cfm) Coming back from the desert, a holy man was once asked to describe his experience of God. People asked him, “Tell us, how does God look like? How do we recognize God?” But the holy man was so confused, for how can he express to them his experience of God from his heart. Is it…

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tinyshe · 3 months

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The Five Joyful Mysteries (said on Mondays and Saturdays) 1. The Annunciation 2. The Visitation 3. The Nativity 4. The Presentation 5. The Finding of the Child Jesus in the Temple

The Five Luminous Mysteries (Said on Thursdays) 1. The Baptism of Jesus 2. The Wedding at Cana 3. The Proclamation of the Kingdom of God 4. The Transfiguration 5. The Institution of the Eucharist

The Five Sorrowful Mysteries (said on Tuesdays and Fridays) 1. The Agony in the Garden 2. The Scourging at the Pillar 3. The Crowning with Thorns 4. The Carrying of the Cross 5. The Crucifixion

The Five Glorious Mysteries (said on Wednesdays and Sundays) 1. The Resurrection 2. The Ascension 3. The Descent of the Holy Spirit 4. The Assumption 5. The Coronation

(Note: we say the Sorrowful Mysteries during the Sundays of Lent and the Joyful Mysteries on Sundays in Advent.)

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queerprayers · 3 months

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I'm looking ahead to Lent right now, but I'm also thinking about the current season, and how for the longest time I didn't even consider this a season. The season "after Epiphany"—it doesn't even get its own name in my calendar. It seemed a mismatched muddle of feast days and readings, and Jesus ages 30 years in a month. It was nice to have a breather between Christmas and Lent, but that was all.

And yes, this is a green season, "ordinary time." A pastor I follow (can't remember who at the moment) pointed out that most of our years are spent in ordinary time, and most of us pray that this is true for our lives too—we ask for a rhythm of growing but not a grand narrative of historical events and life/death situations. "May you live in uninteresting times," goes the blessing. Perhaps it's because my life has been so full of life and death, but I have a hard time with the in-between growing. I get bored without dramatics.

Nevertheless, this year I'm processing the gift that this little green season is—and it's not boring, not at all! It starts with Epiphany—and what a great name for Three Kings' Day! A eureka moment, a breaking in, a sudden realization! Then Jesus is thirty and we have the Baptism. We read the wedding at Cana at some point; there's the conversion of St. Paul. Then the Presentation—Jesus is again a baby, so some whiplash there.

I know Catholics and many others have Transfiguration in August, but Lutherans have Transfiguration the last Sunday of this season, before Ash Wednesday. This makes sense timeline-wise, but only recently am I putting together a cohesive season for myself.

If Epiphany is a eureka moment, a breaking in, its season is one of miracles. Not the grand ones of Christmas or Easter, to be sure, but Jesus creeps in on us these few weeks. Breaking in but like a thief in the night. He's a child being worshiped by strangers, a boy playing in a childhood mostly skipped over, a man being baptized by his cousin from an apocalyptic desert cult while a bird-God breaks through the clouds, a guy at his friend's wedding negotiating with his mother and pleasing the guests but John calls it a manifestation of glory. And then for my church, the greatest manifestation since his birth, the breaking through of God into his person on a mountain with his best friends. His ancestors appearing in communion with him.

We have breaking in and through, manifestation, miracles, a strange timeline for a strange man. Foreigners, cousins, mother, best friends. So much unwritten and lost to time. And this is a season.

So I'm looking ahead to Lent, but I'm also honoring that we've made a season out of bits and pieces of glory—and bits and pieces are more than we could ever ask for. Before we enter the desert, we alternately bask in and are shocked by the glory around us. "Eureka" is an exclamation meaning "I found it"—in the story, Archimedes is so shocked by what he has found (the volume of irregular objects by seeing himself take up space in his bath) that he runs naked through the streets. In my opinion, this is a completely appropriate response to finding more of the world.

I said I get bored without dramatics, but what's more dramatic than God existing, manifesting, loving? The season "after Epiphany," post-realization. Growing in between life and death. Your whole life after this moment. I'm not saying flash your neighbors, but God is a whole world, breaking in, and you've found it. What are you gonna do about it?

#maybe this is obvious to everyone else but I've just been processing it #liturgical year stans make some noise #also does this post make any sense at all lol

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yvieliny · 7 months

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Chapter 1 (?)

Ten year old Harry Potter was running back home one summer Sunday afternoon , after visiting his best mate Ron and playing a long game of quidditch before tomorrows quidditch world semi final where Regulus Black his favorite player would play

You see ever since Ron showed quidditch to Harry he has always had a fascination with the French Banchory seeker, Harry doesn’t know if it is because of his fantastic flying skills or what but he feels drawn to the player

Even tho Harry comes from a wizard family, quidditch wasn’t allowed in their household the even mention of the gam le had his father in a sour mood. His uncle Padfoot once told him that his father was a great player in his hogwarts days, and his uncle Moony once tried to gift Harry a shirt of the chudley cannons which his father immediately transfigured it into cups

His mothers on the other hand didn’t mind the sport at all. His mum Lily gave him his first broom over the summer break and allowed him to use it in her home, while his mother Mary gave him some Banchory jumpers that he only uses with them of course he wouldn’t want his dad to have a fit

This Summer he was supposed to stay with his mothers so he could watch the game but they had to go to Scotland to meet some friends and his dad didn’t allowed him to go, so Harry was stuck lying to his father about studying with Ron just so he could see the quidditch World Cup

He could have gone to his godfathers home to see the game but they also had to go to Scotland, but uncle Moony promised to bring Harry a surprise so he wasn’t as upset

As Harry arrived home he saw his father in the lawn with a telescope, his father always loved looking at the stars and he showed Harry every constellation there is. His uncle padfoot would laugh every time he saw his dad looking at the Leo constellation and told him he should just man up. Which always left poor Harry so confuse but knew that if he asked his father would get teary eyed and he didn’t like seeing his dad upset

James saw Harry and instantly smiled giving him a tight hug and a kiss on his head

“How did it go with Ron, Bambi?”

“We learned today about some potions, Percy helped us with the mixing” Harry knew it was a lie, he hated potions to begin with. But he would not confess all they did was play quidditch, and that Harry won every round and has caught the snitch a variety of times

James smiled however and ruffled Harry’s hair

“You are as smart as your mothers, you know your mum was great at potions. I bet that’s were you get it from”

Harry sucked at potions.

“Y-yeah of course, what are you doing out dad?” Harry smiled and quickly changed the subject

“Oh…Leo is out today or em it was…it seemed to fade away..” James sighed “…again”

Harry hugged his dad and smiled up at him

“That is okay you can always see it tomorrow”

James smiled and lifted Harry into his arms

“You are correct bambi, now how about you wash up and I will get supper going. I am thinking maybe curry shrimps tonight?”

“YESSSS”

James places Harry down when they entered the house and he immediately went towards the kitchen

Harry on the other hand went upstairs to bathe, but he saw the attic door open. Which always was closed and he was forbidden from entering

But Harry was curious child and he wouldn’t let this opportunity pass

So he quickly went in and there he saw a huge box opened with dozens of letters and pictures, as he got closer he noticed that in those pictures there were his mothers and beside them there was his father with his arm wrapped around someone that someone had grey eyes and black hair, he had a hand on his dads cheek and as Harry analyzed the picture better he noticed that the person beside his father was….Regulus Black

Harry gasped and quickly rubbed his eyes to make sure he was seeing clearly there was no way his dad that hates quidditch knew the quidditch god himself

He turned to look at the letters in the box and quickly grabbed one, they were in cursive writing. And well Harry couldn’t read cursive….but Ron could do he knew that he needed to show Ron this

Harry only understood that the letter was addressed to Regulus Black by his father…which meant that all this letters were never sent

Harry quickly grabbed some and hid them under his mattress, before going to shower but he couldn’t stop thinking about it and he couldn’t stop feeling anxious

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