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they two play out the game
“Be honest—”
“What do you want me to say, Hermione? That I fell in love with you at school, when you loathed me, when you loathed me because I made you feel that way because I couldn’t bear your pity or worse, being beneath your notice, a shrug of your shoulders, an eyeroll? That the Amortentia I brewed in Potions smelled like ink and rose geranium soap and the bloody catnip you must have grown for your Kneazle in the greenhouses because you never would have nicked it from Sprout? That I envied Weasley for his family loving him and welcoming you, when my father wanted you dead and my mother refused to remember your name?”
Draco paused, lifted a hand from where he’d been gripping the railing and loosened his tie. It was dark blue, because they were no longer children, defined by Houses. He wore his robes open, like an Oxford don, and she could see the suit he wore was Savile Row, not Wizard-tailored. His brogues were polished to a shine short of a House-elf’s efforts.
“Should I tell you I’ve dreamt of you for years, in that periwinkle petal dress and on my ballroom floor, screaming for mercy, and in bookshops, in teashops, in the pub, laughing, smiling at Potter and Longbottom, making a face when you take a sip of your bitter? In the Wizengamot, at my trial, like a Fury. At all the other trials, demolishing their smug assurance, making them cower, making them see? Do you want me to explain how I told Astoria we would marry but I’d never be able to love her and she told me she already knew it, that she understood everything and that if I didn’t mind too much, she supposed we’d do well enough together? You want to hear how when my son was born, I wanted to Owl you, before anyone else, even though you’d have been baffled to receive any message from me, would have probably thought it was a prank from George Weasley, an overture to return to the Weasley bosom after you and Ron ended it ostensibly amicably, except that you’d left England and hadn’t been back in six years for more than a fortnight?”
He took a step nearer and Hermione resisted the urge to fold her arms across her chest or draw her robes closer in some nonverbal attempt at protection. He’d grown taller after the War ended and she hadn’t, not a whit, probably stunted by the stress and starvation of the Horcrux hunt, but he was still a few steps below her on the stairs, so he continued to look up at her, a supplicant. He was still giving her that power, that dominance over him which she hadn’t believed when he’d offered it earlier in words alone.
“Shall I tell you how I followed your career, the papers you wrote, the conferences you attended, collecting clippings like a lovesick groupie with his favorite Quidditch team? How I heard your voice when I taught Scorpius his first spells? How I told him the brightest witch I’d ever known was Sorted into Gryffindor and he was confused because his mother had been a Ravenclaw? How my wife fell in love with my best friend and I didn’t care, or rather, I was happy for her because Theo loved her back and it was nothing for me to look away and let them have the time they could? How I thought if you knew, you’d perhaps admire me for once, for not being selfish, for making some sacrifice, except that you’d be wrong, it wasn’t a sacrifice at all, not when I cared about them both in one way and not at all in another? You want to hear how I thought I’d seen you—at the train station and in the City, in the Prophet, your hair braided, that streak of white like a halo, like a queen’s ivory filet, your eyes, sweet Nimue, your eyes, Hermione—”
“I’m not a saint,” she put in.
He climbed another stair and now he looked directly at her. She could rest her hands on his shoulders if she wanted. She could raise a hand and stroke his cheek, graze the steel temple of his spectacles, the silver hair at above his ears.
“I know. And I know why you don’t wear a glamour or charm your hair the color it was when we were young. You want me to tell you how my wife died and I wanted you to comfort me? To come to her funeral and hold my hand, to wear the veil for her and to let me fold it back over your head to face the truth? How I wanted you in my bed, fresh from your bath, in a nightdress you’d let me ruck up to your waist, naked beneath me, your skin like silk, arching up into my hands, gasping, laughing when I accidentally tickled your waist. Crying out when you felt my mouth on your breasts, suckling, when you felt my cock hard between your thighs, when I begged you? When I told you to spread your legs, love, when I praised you for being so good, my beautiful, darling, delicious witch I wanted to fuck all night, that there was no one else, there never had been, there never would be, only you, my darling with your dark eyes and your brilliant mind and your magic, your heart, your cunt—You want me to say that I love you, that I’ve loved you to the best of my ability for the best part of my life and that I don’t want you to go, not now, not ever, but I know that’s not up to me?”
There was a slight flush in his cheeks, a gleam in his grey eyes that might be tears, but his voice was steady, restrained, and there was space between them yet that she knew he would not breach. She used the effort required to cast tandem wandless in a duel to the death, more than she’d used when she was eighteen and expected to save the world.
“If it’s the truth—” she said.
“It’s the truth,” he answered. “There’s more, I suppose, but it’s much the same.”
“Then it’s what I asked for,” she said. She closed her eyes for a moment, part of her sure he would not be there when she looked again, a dream, a vision she’d conjured, Nimue and Merlin both, trapped within her desires while the world lived and grew around her. She opened her eyes and there he was, waiting. There was a shadow in his gaze, the expectation of rejection, abandonment. He was not a man accustomed to hope. She’d asked, though, and he’d answered.
“I’ve learned, as I’ve grown older, that I can’t hope for the best. Settle for what I’m given. I must take what I want, with both hands,” she said and reached over, up a little, to cup his face with her palms, her fingers touching the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck. He was very still, almost rigid, and she felt a frisson of fear, of being deceived, denied.
“With both hands,” she repeated a little hesitantly. “Unless, you don’t, after all—Scorpius will not, and you have to put him first, of course—”
“I do,” Draco, beginning to smile. “And I was told not to come home without you, though Scorpius is willing to take my word for your arrival. He’s not waiting there for us.”
“No?” Hermione said, feeling terribly warm, terribly, wonderfully desired. Needed. Accepted.
“No, I shall have you all to myself,” he said. He finally put his arms around her, very carefully as they were still on a staircase and perhaps he was a little unsteady now. “D’you suppose, before we go, I might kiss you?”
“Here? Where anyone might see?” Hermione asked, though the hallway had been deserted for the past hour and the charm on the wall sconces needed to be recast. Though she had let herself look at his mouth, the curve of his lips. Let herself admit her own appetite had gone beyond any curious hunger, to craving, the sweet she had been forbidden for so long.
“Yes. Be honest, would that bother you?” he said.
“Do you think I will say it would? Do you expect me to tell you no when I’ve just said you’re what I want? All that I want?” she said, echoing him. Making him grin, a hint of the smirk she first remembered seeing on his face as a young boy, now subsumed into such tenderness she felt nearly overwhelmed.
“Is it the truth?” he said.
“Yes,” she said and then she didn’t say anything else because they were beyond needing any other word than “Home—” the Side-along as easy as a breath, as waking from a dream into the day.
They named their first daughter Verity, explaining it was a family name.
#dramione#post-hogwarts#Hermione x Draco#hermione POV#romance#scorpius malfoy#the beauty of fanfic#just justing to the big climatic scene#the burn of a slow burn#prior draco/astoria#astoria/theo#prior ron/hermione#draco really monologues for all he's worth#gets a little blue
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Regulus Black — NEWT years
Regulus returns in his sixth year with material wrapped around his forearms and hands.
“Compression sleeves”, he explains to those who ask. “Medical. I’m required to wear them, if I want to continue quidditch.”
They don’t ask any more questions, usually. It’s impolite. It makes sense, anyways. Nobody in Slytherin wants him to resign from the team — he’s a great seeker, and won them the Cup last year.
Barty and Evan see him get them off every night before bed. If they notice the ink on his left forearm, they don’t ask. He doesn’t want to explain how much he would prefer it to be just ink.
There hasn’t been an announcement from the government about Death Eaters trademark tattoo. If Regulus was stupider, he might’ve played it off as just a regular one, with a snake to honor his house. He doesn’t. Dumbledore leads the resistance. Even if the government doesn’t know of them, he must at least suspect.
When he returns home for Yule, he notices his muscles feel weaker and he has trouble grabbing things without them due to pain. He did that to himself. He doesn’t have enough time to get them back in shape before returning to Hogwarts — doesn’t know if that would even work — so he just wears them all the time. “Madam Pomfrey told me I should wear them,” he tells his parents. He doesn’t know if they bother to remember. Father’s illness takes most of Mother’s attention, nowadays.
Father dies a year later, in the fall of his seventh year; Regulus inherits the lordship ring magically during Astronomy (how fitting), and skip class for the first time in his life. Father is was a member of the Wizengamot, so the announcement is made as quickly as possible — the next day. He doesn’t see Sirius’ reaction.
Sirius doesn’t appear at the funeral. The only ones permitted are family. The media are waiting nearby, though. His compression sleeves get more attention. It’s not a treatment used often in the magical world. The Dark Mark has been revealed to the public, during the last year. He tells them everyone at Hogwarts knows he’s been medically required to wear them for a year now, and there are photos from his Quidditch matches to prove it. Nobody dares to suggest the Dark Lord marked him at sixteen years old. He wishes he had their optimism.
Regulus technically becomes a member of the Wizengamot. He never goes to a single meeting. He suspects they might check his forearm at least once, so he gets away with an excuse that he has to focus on his studies. People nod with agreement, telling him NEWTs are significantly more difficult than OWLs.
He doesn’t get his NEWTs, or goes to a meeting, or completes a real mission for themorganization he has been apart of for almost two years. Instead, during the spring break, he puts on his compression sleeves sitting on his desk, and hides the reaserch about Horcruxes under blood wards in it. He doesn’t burn it. He might return (little chance). Sirius might return (almost zero chance). They are the only two people who could open that drawer without the wards destroying everything it holds. If Sirius returns (he tries to think of a scenario where that comes true, but he fails), he should get a chance to learn about the Dark Lord’s vilest step, just in case Regulus fails. In case they need someone more competent, smarter, better than him to make sure that man stays dead when someone inevitably succeeds in getting a mortal hit on him.
He leaves the lordship ring on the desk. He has not announces a heir publically; it will be Sirius. He goes to the drawing room and overrides his parents’ banishment of his brother. He leaves the family tree unchanged. No need to alert Mother of the “sudden” decision. If he dies today, without the ring on, it will not automatically transfer on his brother’s hand. He will have to set foot in the house again. He figures this is the only way to ensure Sirius doesn’t bury the name six feet under. Going back here will have to mean he accepts being a Black, in a way. The house listens to his condition, and obeys. He enchants his room not to let any of his family, bar his brother, in.
He has half a mind to take the sleeves off, before going to the cave. He doesn’t. He can’t hold a wand properly without them. They as must a part of him as what they cover, now.
A wave of cold, stale air from the cave hits him, and he wonders if he’s the last Lord Black in the history. He discards the thought.
He’s here to kill an immortal. He better get to work.
#marauders#harry potter#hp#marauders era#slytherin skittles#the emeralds#regulus black#dead gay wizards#Evan’s character rants#ending open for interpretation#it might be canon compliant or not#might be medically inaccurate idk idc#update three hours after posting: i corrected some mistakes i noticed
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1989 Quidditch World Cup Masterlist
Anaticula Year One Summer Break - Quidditch World Cup
Summary :
Rock meet immovable force. The price of a stolen name is set to be far more than most would dare demand. But a young girl is poised to take on Cornelius Fudge, Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France Luc Gerard, and anyone else behind the interwoven plots to keep hidden the identity of a nameless Witch stolen away by Morfin Gaunt back in 1935. Two Ministers, a former Supreme Mugwump and countless Aurors chose to place themselves as obstacles around circumstances none of them understand.
But said Witch guides the Granddaughter she possessed on a path to find the family left lost searching decades for hint of where their lost child had been. The Quidditch World Cup is fair cover when a plot is afoot. But after the confetti settles Fudge's try to cover his own culpabilities in several prominent murders are in plain view once all distraction of the all enamoring tournament has faded. Now the Wizengamot is summoned and the Minister is on the wrong end of an investigation that will severely cripple all he has worked for thus far.
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Chapter 1 - A fox in the coup
Chapter 2 - Off to Australia
Chapter 3 - Round One Day One - To First Lunch
Chapter 4 - Round One Day One - Everybody Wants to Be A Cat
Chapter 5 - Round One Day One - Letters
Chapter 6 -
June 23rd Day 2 & June 24th Day 3 - Hello Neighbor, Won't You Be My Friend?
Chapter 7 - June 25th Day 4 & June 26th Day 5 - They Think You're Trying to Eat Them
Chapter 8 - June 27th-29th Days 6-8 - Ghost Snakes & The Death Pool
Chapter 9 - June 30th - Traveling to Tanzania
Inspirational art/images for Tanzania Host City Round 2+
Round Two July 1st-9th Masterlist :
Chapter 10 - Don't Forget Your Hat
Chapter 11 - Apologies From Bond
Chapter 12 - Yusuf Kama
Chapter 13 - The Adopted Miss Weasley
Chapter 14 - He Loved Her
Chapter 15 - Friend of Newt, Friend of Mine, and the Collector of Pine
Chapter 16 - Petals and Plots
Chapter 17 - Puffins
Chapter 18 - Daughter of Death, Seahorse's Niece
Chapter 19 - Pegasus Race
Chapter 20 - France Welcomes the Young Miss Gaunt
Chapter 21 - Owl Firing Canon
Chapter 21 - Snake Scales and Heroic Tales
Round Three - July 10th-17th Masterlist :
Chapter 22 - Sunflowers and Scalding Turnips
Chapter 23 - Pair Dadeni
Chapter 24 - We’re Holding A Fancy Garden Party And You’re Invited
Chapter 25 - If I Had A Sickle For Every Vulture I’d Own Sherwood Forest
Chapter 26 - - Wrath of the Whimsy
Chapter 27 - Blue Moon Celebration
Chapter 28 -
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Iacta Alea Est
a @jilymicrofics production
He is popular. Charismatic. A true leader. His accomplishments are lauded all across the wizarding world; from his duelling prowess to his Transfiguration breakthroughs, he is a man of astuteness and innovation. He strategises politics as skillfully as he does Quidditch, he manoeuvres around public affairs as successfully as he did around Filch in the Hogwarts corridors. People flock to him – they always did at school, and they do even more so now. And he likes to flaunt his power – walk into the Wizengamot with his head held high and his shoulders thrown back, loud voice and sharp tongue on the ready, unfazed by the court’s norms and ethos.
But most concerningly, he is a reformer. He wants equal rights for Muggleborns and preaches acceptance for Muggles and Squibs. His son is already following in his footsteps, a talented brat that struts around Hogwarts with the title of the Youngest Quidditch Player of the Century, an uncanny aptitude for duelling even men double his age, and an extremely vocal dislike of the Dark Arts.
Read the rest on AO3!
Completed, 744 words.
#james potter#ides of march#james potter as julius caesar#crack treated seriously#crack and angst#my fics#iacta alea est
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freeing you from the curse of remus via asking for dad prongsfoot headcanons
DAD PRONGSFOOT HEADCANONS you're a gift thank you
-Sirius gives the kid a broomstick for their first birthday and James has a heart attack. James tries to take the baby up on the bike and Sirius has a heart attack. They're both such disasters lmao.
-James teaches his classes with the baby sleeping soundly in a sling on his chest. Sirius takes the baby in a sling to Wizengamot sessions and to shouting matches with the Minister.
-Sirius lets the kid braid his hair and do his nails.
-James gets pulled into tea parties with the kid and all their stuffed animals.
-Sirius giving the kiddo piggyback rides as a human and letting them ride on his back as Padfoot.
-James transforming into Prongs and Sirius setting the baby in his antlers.
-James and Sirius being the most OBNOXIOUS parents in the stands during Quidditch matches at Hogwarts.
-Also, can you imagine the level of confidence this kid would have with both Sirius and James as their parents???? Like, off the charts. McGonagall resigns the year they start Hogwarts lmao she's out.
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2023 ao3 wrapped / fic review / whatever else I'm putting here
@oflights, the human, the myth, the legend, has made me go look at my stats and now you have to look at them too. Tagging @jtimu @elskanellis @sillywives @sleepstxtic @maesterchill @peachydreamxx @hoko-onchi-writes @starquestingfordrarry @rainstormradish @apricitydays-lazynights @annanother-thing @uncannycerulean @drarrymyheart @mallstars so they can also feel this sweet, sweet pain (if they want).
First up, some stats!
Fics posted: 7 public, 1 currently hidden, 1 awaiting submission date + 3 tumblr microfics
Fics started (and maybe finished): 18 + 3 tumblr microfics
Word count of fics posted: 414,013
Total word count written: 513,953
Sorry, but what the actual fuck do you mean I've written over 500k words since April? Put me in restraints, truly.
My favourite fic I wrote this year: The Brightest Constellations of Our Souls
My most kudos'd fic of this year: Driving me crazy (but I'm into it)
I've also read, like, a fucking horrendous amount of fics this year. More than I think I read back when I was deep in the One Direction trenches as a teen. Getting back into writing has given me a fresh appreciation for everyone's work; it's so fucking hard to write well and everyone who puts themselves out there and does that gets an online hug from me.
After Erised reveals I'll be posting a ridiculously long list of my favourite fics that were posted in 2023. It is ... exhaustive. I should probably be embarrassed by how long it is.
But without further ado, a recap of my fics from this year.
May
Driving me crazy (but I'm into it) (8k, E) (Draco/Harry)
Draco’s fucked a lot of people. He’s fucked models, Quidditch players, members of the Wizengamot, even a Muggle actor, but none of them come quite as prettily as Harry Potter.
September
A Walk in the Woods (48k, E) (Draco/Harry)
After ending up in the Spell Damage Ward at St Mungo’s, Harry is put on mandatory holiday leave.
The catch: he has to spend it with Malfoy at his cottage deep in the woods. Harry has no idea why Malfoy agreed to host him, considering he avoided ever being alone in a room with Harry before he left for his sabbatical a year ago.
To complicate things, Harry’s enormous longstanding crush hasn’t waned at all in Malfoy’s absence.
For: HP Cottagecore Fest
The Brightest Constellations of Our Souls (256k, E) (Draco/Harry)
Harry doesn’t know how to cope after the War. The only things that make him feel even remotely normal again are taking risks while flying and fighting with Malfoy. It’s not likely to end well.
Or,
Draco becomes obsessed with ‘Wonderwall’, reads Muggle books, and drives a campervan, while Harry slowly falls in love with Draco. A story about travelling around the British Isles in the late 90s while healing deep scars.
October
Capillaries (3.6k, M) (Draco/Harry)
Draco’s Sectumsempra scars have never fully healed. He says that it’s not Harry’s fault, that he doesn’t blame him for it. Harry hears him, but he’s not sure that he believes it.
Evergreen (23k, T) (Harry/George)
“You’d better hurry up, mate, or all the good ones will have gone.” Fred leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, clearly thinking that he’d now exceeded his allowance of brotherly wisdom for the day.
“Who are you going with then?” Harry asked suddenly. He looked between Fred and George, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Harry asks George to the Yule Ball because it’ll be a laugh and he’s in dire need of one of those. If George can continue to keep his crush under wraps it should all go swimmingly.
For: HP Rarepair Fest IV
Celestial (paint me like one of your starscapes) (30k, E) (Draco/Harry)
Draco needs a partner for an art project. The only catch is, they have to be magically compatible with him for the paints to work properly. He’s fairly certain that he knows who his partner will need to be, he’s just not sure that he wants to admit it.
For: H/D Sudsfest Lite 2023
November
November Flush (5k, E) (Draco/Harry)
Draco Malfoy might be an absolute raging arsehole, but he gives Harry exactly what he needs.
Microfics (all Draco/Harry)
From one to another, for the prompt 'follow': tumblr link
Til resentment do us part, for the prompt 'keep': tumblr link
Satiate, for the prompt 'indulge': tumblr link
Thoughts / feeling / goals for next year
Pride, slight embarrassment, love, appreciation.
For the coming year I'm excited to get stuck into writing even more. I've got so many ideas that I'm excited to work through and a fantastic community to do that with. I will need to be bullied into not signing up for more fests in the new year, so please give me a nudge if my blogging starts to look stressed. Also never be nervous to send me a message about random shit if you're on the fence!
If you have read this far, have read even a single sentence I've written this year, or have thought my Squirtle pic looks cool, I love you, I appreciate you, and I support you.
The motto for 2024? Bedcurtains. One word, not two.
Thanks for being here! ❤️
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Backish and ready to post things made by me for me with target audience me. Or, miscellaneous unpopular opinions.
Things which annoy me (but it's 100% cool if you love them!):
1- Harry being a pureblood heir or learning the virtue of fitting in pureblood class
Overrated trope. Harry is half-blood, son of a muggleborn mother who never disguised herself or cut parts of her to better fit in. Harry being half-blood (and proud of it!) as Tom and Albus is 100% thematically resonant and so significant. Also people love to say Harry doesn't have a political thinking in the books, but that's false. He always, consistently, claims her mother's and his blood status, and points out that the most talented witch in his class is muggleborn.
Tellingly, as Potter family is clearly a stand-in for bourgeoisie instead of nobility, Lily and James did not live in a manor neither Potters have a seat in the Wizengamot.
2- wizards and witches are justified in their hate for muggles because they are continually hurt by them
Yes and not. Yes some magical children are mistreated by their muggle guardians, just look at Harry and his horrid childhood. Also Tom. Also Severus. And that's terrible.
On the other hand, all the adult on adult crimes committed in the books are wizards and witches hurting muggles. Just look at the poor muggles being tortured during the Quidditch cup. It was an unjustified attack designed to hurt innocent muggles just because they were muggles. Just look a Tom Riddle Sr. Disfigured by a wizard, brainwashed, kidnapped, enslaved, raped by a witch, murdered by a wizard. No version of "we are few, muggles outnumber us!" (And let's remember where you may hear this song in real life) can justify such attacks.
Muggles can't hurt wizards and witches as a class because they don't know they exist.
Additionally, blood supremacists don't care if muggles mistreat muggleborns.
3- Tom | LV never hurt people who genuinely helped him, such as Slughorn
Are you kidding me? Tom (sane-ish Tom with only 2 horcrux) murdered an old lady who really fancied him and invited him to have dinner. I think it was one of Tom's worst crimes, killing someone who trusted him, and I'm sad it doesn't get discussed.
Yes, the old lady was vain and obnoxious, but she didn't deserve do get murdered for being charmed by a beautiful man.
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Justin Finch Fletchley
Canon:
Born between the 1st of September 1979 and the 31st of August 1980
Muggle-born
Was sorted into Hufflepuff, and was in the same year as the Golden Trio
Good friends with housemates & year mates Ernie Macmillian and Hannah Abbott
A member of the Dueling Club & Dumbledore's Army
Was petrified by the basilisk during CoS
Was supposed to attend the public-school Eton before he received his letter to Hogwarts, implying his family is upper-class.
British or Irish
My Headcanons:
He was born on the 14th of April, making him an Aries Sun & Moon.
British
Was born in Oxford but raised in Reading.
His father, Christopher Finch Fletchley, was a lawyer, and an alumnus of Eton College.
His mother, Eleanor Finch Fletchley (nee Scott) worked as a secretary, but only part-time.
He has a younger brother, Timothy, and a younger sister, Belinda.
His family & he are Catholics.
He's a big fan of cricket and joined an Under 9s cricket club in Hurst before going to an Under 11s cricket club in Reading.
Although once he started attending Hogwarts, he wasn't able to play cricket, he still tried to practice during his time there and in the holidays.
Doesn't really understand soccer or football, or whatever you call it
Dean almost thumped him when he said this, Seamus had to hold him back.
Is always asking questions about his father's work and developed a love of having lively debates because of it.
Definitely was intrigued about the inner workings of the wizarding world and would constantly ask Susan questions about the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot when she said that her aunt worked there.
His wand is 11 3/4 inches long, made of Red Oak, with a dragon heartstring core.
His best subjects were Charms and DADA.
Became good friends with Colin Creevey after they were both petrified.
He taught Colin how to play cricket.
Could sometimes be a bit quick off the mark in judging people but is very loyal to his friends.
Good friends with Neville, amongst his other Hufflepuff friends, and always encouraged him to keep trying his best.
Augusta got in contact with his parents and offered them assistance in navigating the wizarding world.
Justin was a Beater on the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team for a year in 1996
#harry potter#harry potter headcanon#wizarding world#hufflepuff#justin finch fletchley#susan bones#ernie macmillan#hannah abbott#colin creevey#hp headcanon#my headcanons
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author's note | chapter 6: the nest 🪺
here is the author's note for chapter six of Beasts! this chapter, the wizarding newspapers go to war with the weasleys, someone's whipping up a batch of tentacular tzatziki, and ginny proved her arm is - er - actually working fine, actually... let's talk chapter six!
✨ spoilers for this chapter below the cut ✨
[ nest, n.: the structure made by birds for sheltering their young ]
writing notes and headcanons:
angst and ootp vibes: really channelling ootp as best i can in this chapter (shout out to @ashesandhackles and @titaniasthings for being on the money with this!) traumatised young people, feeling trapped in buildings filled with bad memories and trauma, with the press at their necks, feeling powerless and frustrated and disillusioned with the wizarding world, starting to kick off… ootp-coded hope u agree
back to school: a big part of why i wanted to do a fic that focussed on those who go back to hogwarts, rather than the boys being aurors in london, is both that i liked the idea of playing with characters living in a place and institution they’ve grown out of (ginny like, fucking house points, mconagall? you think i care about house points?), but also approaching all that these characters still have to learn. these girls are still undergoing an education - in this case, it’s in how the wizarding world works (or doesn’t). i had a lot of fun trying to really get in the zone of this being a boarding school, adding bits in like the state of ginny and hermione's dormitory and the blackboard chalk and the first years swapping school lore (the shrieking shack, the most haunted building in britain? lads the call is coming from inside the castle). as much as it’s such a posh relic, i do think one of the charms of the series was the boarding school caper genre vibe of the thing, and i kind of want to ask what that looks like on the other side of a war that, for many characters, took place within the castle walls.
ginny clapping back at the yule ball: it's giving
the chudley cannons jumper: @brightlybound kindly asked about this! ok this was a bit of a cheeky switcheroo for me, because a lot of fics i adore have ginny in harry’s quidditch jumper at various points, and i just wanted to switch it around and have hermione be the one wearing her boyfriend’s (admittedly absolutely hideous) jumper (lovergirl hermione is a soft spot for me). it’s not that i don’t want ginny to have something of harry’s, but i think she’d be less likely to have an item of his clothing that would have marked her out and put an unnecessary target on her back last year, and i still think ginny would be a little wary about having a harry thing around, maybe as a hangover from the war year. like everything, though, i think she'll get there!
the wizengamot: ok time for me to get pretentious but i like the idea of the wizengamot, as a body, thinking of itself as a sort of gradualist even burkian institution, constitutional protectors in the dubious british sense, with a pompous view of their own role as a counterweight to the more erratic executive office of the minister and a cabinet. in this chapter, on the one hand, they do this quite progressive thing (they say no to the dementor’s kiss for greyback), but, on the other, they vote to keep greyback imprisoned in azkaban under the dementors, thereby preserving the status quo of criminal justice in the wizarding world and, as graves says, continuing this reliance on these fundamentally dark and ungovernable creatures, the dementors. i’ve been thinking v vaguely about political institutions’ sense of selves, what justice looks like and different kinds of violence atm and trying to channel these thoughts into the fic through these ideas of beasts and beings and what it means to be a ‘civilised’ society through the wizarding world
the press: i’m also trying to show that there’s these lofty political institutions and then a reactionary popular set of attitudes in the wizarding world that the media plays to because it sells, that the wizengamot is wary of (and sort of dismissive of in a way that shows how the wizarding world works, given it does not seem to be a representative democracy), but that underpins a lot of wizarding politics, including but not limited to pureblood supremacist cultures of the kind that abetted or tacitly endorsed voldemort (the blacks) and sometimes actively supported him (the lestranges, the malfoys). the media in canon are often sort of played as a gossipy tabloid sort of thing until the war proper, when the prophet is basically used as a mouthpiece first for ministry conspiracy theories and then voldemort’s agenda, and i like the idea in fics that the press remains a malignant presence in the ww after the war that fuses gossip with a more toxic political role. i also like the idea that they are cash-strapped and need to sell papers, and that they start to fix on hot button issues (werewolves, harry himself) because they’ll sell. (this has errrrrrr no basis in real life….. none at all)
the deathday party: ok justice for the deathday party. one of the most unhinged unnecessary plot digressions in history. loved it when i first read it, love it even more now. i simply had to have it. there’s so much fucking death around this castle! it’s a ptsd nightmare!
pomfrey’s suspicions about the cruciatus curse: all we really know about the cruciatus curse in canon is that it really hurts lol, the carrows used it in detentions during the war, and if inflicted too many times, it can drive you irrecoverably insane. ginny was thinking blood quill, the scar she’s got that is a visible reminder of last year. but pomfrey has other suspicions. what’s frightening about the current situation with ginny’s arm is that it speaks to her great fear, fear of losing control over her own body and mind again, and the prospect of there being something possibly wrong with her brain, especially the prospect of memory loss, hits her all on her trigger points. we still don’t know what’s causing all of this, at this stage - have tried to bury some hints here and there in this chapter, but the mystery remains to be solved…
harry’s letters: i’ve had so many of harry’s letters in this chapter written for soooo long (a bunch of harry letters were one of the first things i wrote for the fic lol) so it felt so good to finally get to use some of them. i wanted harry gloomy and angry and disillusioned, fiercely protective of teddy, but also really starting to fixate both on the idea of escape and of a little family unit that he didn’t have before, him and ginny and teddy (with andromeda). in DH, even when they’re broken up, it’s so clear that harry has come to see ginny as someone exceptional to him, the two of them as a little family, a world unto themselves, on a team of their own that will be at the centre of his own efforts to rebuild his life. literally the only future thing harry is able to think about in the immediate aftermath of the battle is ginny. so i just love the idea of him daydreaming about going and living in a little cottage with gin with their cat and packing it all in because he doesn’t really know what he’s for anymore. i wanted him at godric’s hollow looking at his family house and noticing the wellies, always such a fixture of harry’s narration whenever he sees the burrow in canon (in DH where he doesn’t like the burrow as much when it’s tidy and the boots aren’t strewn about everywhere? i die). but while harry is desperately sad, he is, at least, opening up much more than ginny is here, who is still fobbing him off in funny but ultimately still avoidant ways. and i liked playing with this idea that while ginny does really get harry and emotionally supports him better than any other character, she’s still sometimes worrying like, hope i’m getting this right, i hope i’m doing ok and giving him what he needs, (and still being a bit like, this is really happening, i'm really his person now) but not yet getting it’s ok for her to need things too (and that harry is both willing and really trying to give them to her, even if he’s not sure how to show that yet).
hannah’s family: all we know about hannah’s mum is that she was killed by death eaters early in HBP, and that the abbotts have this connection to godric’s hollow from the graves in DH. i know on various fandom wikis they speculate that hannah’s mum was muggleborn or a muggle and that was why she was killed, but i actually like more the idea that it was her mother who came from the sacred twenty-eight pureblood line, and that she was somehow either involved in resistance activity or somehow ran afoul of some scary pureblood politics in ways that would make her a target actually quite early on in the war. (let the women be the firebrands!) i also like the idea that little hannah and little harry might have met and been friends thru godric’s hollow village circles a long time ago.
the punch: fuck this was so satisfying to write lmao. something about the crunch of bone, idk. ginny’s a bit of a weapon - obviously in canon she’s bat bogey hexing left and right, but she’s also a physically scrappy character with a temper (think kicking shins in umbridge’s office, throwing parsnips at percy, crashing into zacharias smith, trying to shove harry out of the way to get at ron during snogging-gate, wrestling her mum off her in the room of requirement in DH…) i just really liked the idea of her just absolutely socking it to someone in defence of her family after weeks of feeling useless in their defence. i didn’t want it to be a hex, i wanted it to be really fucking muscular and visceral and for it to absolutely wreck afterwards. it’s what harry would do, and it’s also what hermione did do to malfoy in hagrid’s defence back when she was also getting overwhelmed and letting things pile up on top of her. so i just really liked playing with those parallels (and getting ginny to put her dodgy arm to good use for once)
mcgonagall: i knew this scene was going to be a bit controversial, but i just knew i wanted mcgonagall to lose it in this chapter. i knew i wanted her and ginny to come to blows, and while i don’t want to say too much for now about why the relationship between these two is so fraught at this point, let’s just say there's history there and that minnie is going through it too. she’s desperately disappointed in ginny in this moment, and she’s (unfortunately for her) the face of the institution ginny has really decided to go to war against, the one person ginny can yell at. as this ask completely gets, i was trying to channel harry and george’s fight with malfoy in ootp here. ofc it’s umbridge that gives george and harry lifetime bans from quidditch that day, but before umbridge gets involved, mcgonagall lays into those two, doesn’t give a shit what malfoy said about their mothers, and shows how little patience she has for what she calls ‘muggle duelling’ lmao. (think of harry injuring malfoy with sectumsempra, a clash with mcgonagall that happens off stage but which even harry acknowledges was a horrendous excoriation). fast forward to post-DH minerva, who is trying her best to keep this haunted castle and traumatised student body afloat, who has this history we can only guess at at this point with ginny and the DA under the carrows, and who likely feels this profound sense of guilt and responsibility to try and give what she sees as a sense of normalcy and a chance at an education for a group of students, as a comment from Taylor_fannon074 put it so well: ‘McGonagall is trying to gain back control of that but she’s lost a generation of Hogwarts basically. These kids fought in battle every day for a year maybe more. Can’t tell them now to trust the adult to do their jobs.’ banning ginny from quidditch for now - especially now pomfrey’s told her that ginny’s got these health issues going on - is minerva’s exhausted, tough-love, ultimately well-intentioned but heavy-handed attempt to intervene in a student whose school career has been fucked at every turn and has got the disillusionment to show for it. she also really does not want ginny in the air with these suspected brain issues ya know! most of all, i wanted some of these lines (‘are you a child’, ‘i’d expect it from the boys but not from you’) to be ones that could be coming from molly weasley to her daughter, and i want this to look like an extremely fraught pseudo-maternal relationship that looks like it’s unravelling. there are more reasons, i swear, but don’t want to spoil, so pls just indulge and trust me for now. (also this is part of my let the gals be messy crusade, you know i’m a stuck record on this)
reading list:
on ginny’s fears:
Riddikulus by meanwhiletimely
on the wizengamot:
Ministry v. Harry Potter: An Analysis of Wizarding Britain’s Legal System by kitsunerei88
Chapter 10 of Castles by @pebblysand
on the graves in godric’s hollow:
Safe in the Fold by @welsh-green
on harry and ginny’s approach to remus, tonks and teddy:
the final chapter of perimeter walks by @evesaintyves
on harry and ginny’s dynamic:
I Just Really Need You Here Right Now by @annerbhp
songs from the playlist for this chapter:
i know i say this every time but these songs were anchors this week fr. are we surprised that a miserable chapter is mostly soundtracked by phoebe bridgers (we are not):
dvd menu by phoebe bridgers | catharsis by the magpies | last lion of albion by neko case | fireproof by the national | halloween by phoebe bridgers | i bet on losing dogs by mitski
ok so DON'T HATE ME but i’m keeping my sneak peeks close to my chest for the next chapter (other than... this one lmao). i'll share a sneak peek in the next couple of weeks i swear but for now going to end with this fauvist henri rousseau masterpiece that @justalittleconfusing shared with me called The Hungry Lion Throws itself on the Antelope which is honestly the perfect manifesto for chapter seven. ok enough from me but more to come very soon!
#beasts#running my mouth as per usual#your questions... answered#what went down between ginny and mcgonagall#what's REALLY up with that arm#and when will the boys finally get the home renovation show they deserve#author's note
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tell me about how Geoff feels about all of his children teammates (former teammates? oh no he's graduated now hasn't he 😢 no more Geoff)
FORMER TEAMMATES😭
alright oldest to youngest let's do this
thomas: (was a 6th year in geoff's last year; megan's beater partner) sososo much better than his older brother stephen who is in geoff's year and Sucks, took being ordered around on the pitch by a second-year with an admirable amount of grace, they're buddies! not super super close but friends
evan: literally how is evan the second oldest in this list. anyway. geoff legit does not know evan ever had a crush on him despite the flying face-first into a goalpost incident. he was too worried about evan's nose to think about things like 'now why the fuck did he do that.' evan is bad at staying on track but good at fucking with the opposing team. very easy to get along with except for when geoff wants to duct tape his mouth shut so he'll stop interrupting during their team huddle (fourth year evan would have been devastated. rip)
emma: sometimes keeps evan in line, sometimes doesn't, depends on how laser-focused she is on the quidditch of it all (the more focused she is, the less likely she is to notice distractions like evan rambling about grass stains) - geoff and emma are close friends, geoff was prepared to FIGHT to get her that captaincy after he graduated (he didn't have to though. he nominated her to slughorn and slughorn was like ok cool). they spent a lot of time together working on strategy and that morphed into being actual friends. emma offered to hex warrington like 6 times in the wake of The Scandal. geoff said no but he was touched
regulus: a bizarre combination of 'composed, dignified future wizengamot lord' and 'would crack his skull open to win the quidditch cup.' he seems like a different person when he's off the pitch. geoff didn't know he had a sense of humor for weeks after meeting him. stupid attitude towards his own injuries, Desperately needs to chill out, hopefully evan can be a good influence on him, wait why is he suddenly the main character of slytherin what happened what did he do
theophania: geoff was SO relieved that she seemed to be getting along well with various teammates, she's not very outgoing or talkative and keeper can be an isolated position (not as much as seeker - the keeper is supposed to work with the beaters - but it can suck if the team isn't functioning well), but theophania is kicking ass, she's just doing it quietly WJGLHWEKJF. she was the one geoff was worried about re: meshing well with the team - regulus was less of a concern since he was already friends with emma and evan, and everyone else is like... more outgoing. geoff thinks she could be captain after emma, and she'd be good at it, but only if she really works to be more assertive in team meetings and not just when she's asked for her opinion
megan: spiritually, geoff has invested in a leash backpack. his main concern with megan is really just that she's going to earn herself a penalty, which would suck - but she loves the game too much to really fuck things up. secretly he wants to just see what she would do if she could do anything she wanted without fear of reprisal, but as captain he feels like that would be uh. Bad Leadership. geoff has had a lot of arguments with amycus carrow in the seventh-year dorms about her. good times all around
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Hii, do you have any thoughts, ideas for Avatar Harry Potter au?
Oooo okay so first off, obviously condemning the author's views on transgender people, and since her opinions have come out, the franchise has changed a lot in my eyes and it doesn't mean the same thing to me that it used to. That being said, here we go:
Neteyam is a prefect, and gunning for Head Boy, obviously. A bit like Percy, but less overbearing and far more likeable. He is also captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Lo'ak, Spider and Kiri form the Golden Trio. I feel like they'd all be different houses but they're so close it doesn't matter - they're always in each others common rooms or sneaking off to the room of requirement together to hang out. (recap I think Spider = Hufflepuff, Lo'ak = Slytherin and Kiri = Ravenclaw). They've already known each other for a long time, because Spider and Kiri's parents were killed during the first wizarding war, so the Sullys kind of took them both under their wing.
Jake and Neytiri both work high up in the ministry of magic, earning enough money to keep them all stable, and having a bit of power in certain decision making processes. Maybe Neytiri is part of the Wizengamot and Jake works in the department of magical law enforcement.
Spider, Lo'ak and Kiri are always getting into trouble at Hogwarts. They're so bad for each other in the best way. One time they snuck onto the roof of the Hogwarts Express (like in Harry Potter and the Cursed Child), and were very nearly expelled.
After that, they get up to all sorts of mischief; sneaking around at night to go smoke some gillyweed, hanging out with Hagrid, stealing away to the kitchens late in the evening to befriend the elves and enjoy late night snacks.
Kiri is obviously the most talented of them at magic, and her blood status is unknown due to the absence of a biological father. Even before Grace was killed by the death eaters, nobody knew who Kiri's dad was (imagine the plot twist if it ended up being a death eater or somebody evil that they have to face off against).
Tuk is essentially Ginny, only a few years below them rather than the year below. She is in Gryffindor like Neteyam.
Lo'ak and Spider both tried out for their respective Quidditch teams, but realised they didn't want the drama of being rivals, so decided to drop it. They both love playing, but not enough to get aggy against their brother over.
Norm is defence against the dark arts teacher, and all the kids love him. Grace used to have this job before she was killed.
#i might add to this if more come to me!#my stuff#avatar the way of water#avatar 2#harry potter au#atwow#awow#hogwarts au#miles spider socorro#kiri te suli kìreysì'ite#avatar kiri#lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan#avatar lo'ak#neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan#avatar neteyam#Tuktirey te Suli Neytiri'ite#avatar tuk#neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite#avatar neytiri#jake sully
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Do you think Harry has the potential to become one of the greatest wizards in the wizarding world? In discussions, fandom insists on comparing Harry to Voldemort, Dumbledore, and Snape but seems to forget that these three are already adults, they have knowledge that Harry has no way of knowing. I myself am terrible at debate but I found an answer that perfectly clarifies the potential of the book!Harry. I'll send it to you to read next.
2/2: Harry wasn’t studious, and unlike Hermione didn’t try to be the best at every spell he was asked to do but he was naturally a much better wizard than most. Compared to Snape, Voldemort and Dumbledore he wasn’t that good, but then he had only had 7 years to learn what these people had their whole lives to learn.Harry certainly had skills far beyond his classmates, he summoned a patronus in his 3rd year of even knowing what a wizard was, a feat that managed to impress even the Wizengamot who was attempting to convict him. He also was one of the best Quidditch players in the school and it all started with his first time on a broom in which he managed to convince McGonagall he was a good seeker. He also managed to hold his own against many foes, Voldemort, many death eaters, several creatures from Dragons to Skrewts, and managed to fight off the Imperius curse and see into Snape’s mind, quite possibly the best occlumens and legilimens in the wizard world. He may not have been able to last in different scenarios but he could hold his own where many, including famed aurors, had failed.Harry may not have known every spell in the book and he may not have been able to defeat the greats alone, but for a teenager he showed ability that very few others could exhibit, and with age and overcoming his shortcomings he had the potential to be great.
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Hello! Thank you for sharing this submission. This is actually one of the things that I love about Harry as a character: he's extremely flexible. You can make him average and you can make him powerful, and both directions are supported by canon.
Personally, I tend to see Harry as an average wizard who is very talented in some areas but only adequate in others. This is what makes him fascinating and beloved to me: he manages to win repeatedly not because of his powers, but because of other qualities. Like, I wouldn't say he really held his own against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. With Voldemort, he was saved by the fact that their wands are similar; then it helped that he was the Master of Death and Voldemort tried to attack him with the Elder wand. In TOotP, Death Eaters had orders not to harm Harry as they could have because of the Prophecy that they wanted to grab from him and because Voldemort wanted to be the one to kill him.
However, Harry thinks on his feet; he’s athletic, which helps him in fights, he’s brave beyond measure and he’s ready to sacrifice himself for the benefit of others. He’s capable of deep love. All of this makes him a perfect counterpart to Voldemort. He’s a character who proves that you don’t always need to be great to do great things.
Meanwhile, it’s entirely possible to see Harry as extremely powerful, too. Like the post you shared mentioned, he conjured a brilliant Patronus at a very young age, managing to chase away hundreds of Dementors. He can throw off Imperio, even when it comes from a wizard of Voldemort’s level, and the whole murky business with him surviving the Killing Curse can be interpreted as a part of his powers, too.
I actually plan to mix these two versions in my new story because canon Harry is a well of opportunities!
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2023.04.22
Complete fics posted on AO3 this day
1. Driving me crazy (but I'm into it) by @thecouchsofa [E, 8k]
►Draco’s fucked a lot of people. He’s fucked models, Quidditch players, members of the Wizengamot, even a Muggle actor, but none of them come quite as prettily as Harry Potter.
2. The Tune Without the Words by @teledild0nix [G, 2k]
►Harry is having trouble coping. Draco isn't sure he can help.
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Only managed to come up with this yesterday and curious if you guys would be tempted to read this or not. Even if it's not your fandom does it it sound good or do you have some tips that might help it along a bit? Story still has a while to go until it's posted but it was progress and I think it's pretty intriguing of a summary, I'd take a peek regardless of fandom. Trying to go for the mystery and drama this book in the series. :)
Needless to say didn't get much work done today aside from some brainstorming and writing this post! So yay! A poll! Buttons! Weee!
.. Summary ...
Rock meet immovable force. The price of a stolen name is set to be far more than most would dare demand. But a young girl is poised to take on Cornelius Fudge, Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France Luc Gerard, and anyone else behind the interwoven plots to keep the identity of a nameless Witch stolen away by Morfin Gaunt back in 1935. Two Ministers, a former Mugwump and countless Aurors chose to place themselves as obstacles around circumstances none of them understand.
But said Witch guides the Granddaughter she possessed on a path to find the family left lost searching decades for hint of where their lost child had been. The Quidditch World Cup is fair cover when a plot is afoot. But after the confetti settles Fudge's try to cover his own culpabilities in several prominent murders is in plain view once all distraction of the all enamoring tournament has faded. Now the Wizengamot is summoned and the Minister is on the wrong end of an investigation that will severely cripple all he has worked for thus far.
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Mademoiselle Imp!! You fed us well with pregnant Sirius, and now i knock on your door to request Prongsfoot with Pregnant James!
I feel bad that I've sat on this for so long, but honestly I just couldn't make my dumb brain write a proper fic for it. So here are some pregnant James thoughts!
-I've mentioned this headcanon before, but James loves being pregnant. Adores it. Loves being knocked up, begs Sirius to knock him up again approximately 0.2 seconds after birthing a whole child. Sirius and everyone else is just. completely baffled.
-James also wants enough children to have his own Quidditch team. Sirius happily obliges.
-Sirius relishes getting to dote on James the way that James normally dotes on him. Backrubs? Foot rubs? Midnight cravings? Brushing James's hair back while he throws up? Sirius is there for all of it. James drops something? Nope, don't move, Sirius will get it for him! James sneezes? Sirius is immediately at his side. It's a little suffocating, but James loves it very much.
-Sirius steals a Muggle camera from Lily and takes daily pictures of James's growing belly.
-He also carries the sonogram pictures around in his wallet and whips them out at every opportunity, showing them to everyone who will listen to him for more than five seconds. He's going to be insufferable when the actual children come along.
-Sirius absolutely shows up to Wizengamot sessions with his infant asleep in a sling, and passionately debates from the floor while cradling his newborn.
-James insists on continuing to fly up until the seventh month, giving Sirius many heart attacks.
-Their first baby is very impatient and is born on their bathroom floor. The rest of their children are born at St. Mungo's.
-Oh also Fleamont and Euphemia are alive because I say so, and they are very doting grandparents. Uncle Regulus is around, too, and he's a lil menace (but he loves his niblings.)
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Things Unsaid
Day 12 @prongsfoot-microfic prompts
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James was burning fire, fury lighting up the night sky, a storm crashing across the ocean. His time in the place between the living and the dead had aged him, but no more than Azkaban had aged Sirius. There were deep wrinkles in the corner of his eyes and pressed between his brows. His raven black hair was now dusted with silver around the temples, and he’d lost some of his quidditch bulk, looking a little more squishy than toned. But not even death could dampen the blaze that burned in James’ heart.
He’d marched straight into the Minister’s office, magic acting like a cloaked shield to stop anyone from getting near him, and demanded that Sirius be excused from all charges against him. Even with the weight of James Potter and his vast fortune behind him, it had taken weeks to get a trial date, but it was more than Dumbledore and the Order had managed in years.
Sirius was nervous. He hadn’t been free for so long, and so many people hated him just because of his name and the crimes he hadn’t committed. Not a single one of his former friends had stood up for him, and neither had any of his family… not even the ones he’d liked.
They’d all thought that Sirius was capable of harming James and Lily Potter as if he wasn’t helplessly in love with one, and so desperately fond of the other. The possibility of Sirius putting Harry in danger had been so believable to them, even after the hundreds of letters and photographs he’d sent to Andi, or the hours he’d spent gushing to Remus and the rat about his beloved godson.
And that hurt.
It cut deeper than the dementors sucking at his soul, or driving up Godric’s Hollow and seeing the rubble that Voldemort had left behind. The only thing that had hurt Sirius more, in his entire life, was holding James’ lifeless body to his chest, knowing that he’d never see his friend again. Except fate had been kinder than that, and James had returned- all burning bright and as handsome as the day he’d died.
“I’m not sure that I can do this, James,” Sirius muttered as they stared into the fireplace at Grimmauld Place.
What if the Wizengamot listened to everything James and the Order said at the appeal, and still didn’t believe them? Fudge hadn’t listened to Harry for nearly a whole year when he’d told him that Voldemort was back. The Minister didn’t like being told he was wrong.
To Sirius’ surprise, James took his hand, like they were still children running through the stony halls of Hogwarts. Their fingers laced together, warming Sirius’ heart. There was still so much left unsaid between them, and now wasn’t the time, not with Lily’s death looming over them, Sirius’ appeal trial, Harry… Merlin, and over a decade of life apart to catch up on.
Maybe once he was free, those unsaid things could become said.
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