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After seeing about 50 'Dumbledore is evil' and 'everything is Dumbledore's fault' and 'but why didn't Dumbledore did this or the other' posts in a row, I find myself wishing Dumbledore just fucked off to somewhere nice and sunny in '81, early retirement (or is it early if he's already 100?) and washed his hands off magical Britain entirely.
Some of y'all sound like Fudge with your Dumbledore bashing. I wish, at least, Dumbledore would have left when Fudge and that corrupt as hell Ministry did their best to ruin his name and his image.
Pack up his ancient shit and move to a nice beach somewhere, with his pet bird and a huge bag of candy.
This way, my man Voldemort could have won in like five minutes, and Harry would be dead, Voldemort would rule supreme, Bella would keep being the queen she is, and my little Voldemort shaped heart would be happy.
But no, Dumbledore stayed, orchestrated Voldemort's downfall by giving Harry step by step instructions, gave up his own life in the process, made sure Harry would keep his, because apparently that's what 'evil men' do instead of retiring in comfort.
Not only Harry wouldn't have survived without Dumbledore, but he most likely wouldn't even exist without Dumbledore. Because, you know, this evil man is also the one that took down another dark lord back in the day; if Grindelwald would have won, there would be no Lily, most likely. Thus no Harry.
But yes, go get your 'Dumbledore is evil' badges- I hear Fudge and Umbridge are leaders of the hate club, I'm sure they'll receive new followers with open arms. Draco is probably the secretary, because he hates Dumbledore, too, and he likes making badges.
Also, can someone explain to me how Dumbledore, the only gay man in canon, became the fandom's resident homophobe? That's just weird, my friends. Very weird, to say the least. It gets even nastier when you say he 'groomed' students. That's an awful thing to throw around about a gay dude, you know?
There are so many reasons one can dislike Dumbledore for, but you do have the option to not like a flawed character without turning them into a ridiculous caricature of themselves.
P.S: I am not talking about fics. Write your fics and your characters however you want, whatever makes you happy. Your fic is your domain, and you do whatever you want in there, hopefully with no asshole to attack you in the comments. Same with reading- read what you want, bashing or no bashing. Have the best of fun!
I am talking about these 'meta' type posts on social media, tagged with "Albus Dumbledore", where they act as if canon Dumbledore was legit evil, incompetent or homophobic.
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Canon Sirius 'we've all got light and dark inside us' Black:
"Both very bright, of course- exceptionally bright, in fact." (McGonagall speaking of Sirius and James.)
"Your father and Sirius were the cleverest students in the school.” (Remus talking to Harry.)"
“I’ll be surprised if I don’t get an Outstanding on it at least. (Sirius speaking about his DADA OWL.)
"I don’t need to look at that rubbish, I know it all.” (Sirius speaking about his Transfiguration OWL.)
"An extraordinary achievement." (Dumbledore speaking about Sirius and the other becoming Animagi.)
"Black was a tall, full-grown man." (Prisoner of Azkaban)
“He (Sirius) was rather taller than Snape.” (Order of the Phoenix)
"To Sirius’s right stood Pettigrew, more than a head shorter." -"Sirius was tall and handsome." (Deathly Hallows)
Fanon Sirius: "Mooooony, I broke a nail and I am depressed! Lift me up so I can reach the bed, because I'm too short to reach it myself! I am generally helpless. Oh, what's that thing on the desk, with the leather cover and- is that writing on it? Is that a *book*? Take it away from me, I'm allergic to books!"
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Why the fuck are people constantly writing Sirius respond to slightest upset by SCREAMING like have you even read the books that man was quite calm and collected even after getting his nervous system fried by depression demons and isolation for twelve years
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I love Rita skeeter. She tells lies for fun. She talks to the greatest celebrities of her time and goes 'nah, you're boring I have a wayyy better story to tell'. She single handedly drives the propaganda of the Wizarding world in whichever direction she sees fit. She becomes an illegal animagus, presumably on her own. She spies on people with a beetle brain and is able to perfectly transcribe quotes after.
She survives several months of complete isolation, and nobody looks for her. She goes right back to writing stories, good enough to convince a good amount of people of the truth
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No amount of "fuck canon everything is just vibes" will ever be as interesting to me as being able to piece together charactarisation and theories from the information we get in the books
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Slytherin Sirius vs. Canon Sirius
Mostly for my reference more than anything.
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A little cover art for one of my favourite fics because I got too carried away with the beauty of it.
If you haven't read it and you want some good Black Family, BAMF Sirius and a Sane-ish (as sane as he can ever be) dangerous simp Voldemort, what are you waiting for?
Fic:
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I really wanted to draw Sirius James Harry situation from It runs from @metalomagnetic
It feels to me as such a pivotal moment for Sirius at that point and my heart breaks since the last chapter IT BREAKS MY FEELS ARGG
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Auror Potter receives an anonymous tip that the slippery Sirius Black is hiding a weapon in his house and decides to check out the situation himself.
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Crookshanks is ready to throw paws when the trio are slandering Sirius’s name
“I’ll never know what they’d have wanted, because thanks to Black, I’ve never spoken to them,” said Harry shortly
There was a silence in which Crookshanks stretched luxuriously, flexing his claws. Ron’s pocket quivered.
Flexing his claws- he is ready
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For the ask game: 12 me please :)
Albus Dumbledore. The man, the myth, the legend. I am so saddened to see him either completely excluded, or, far worse, villainized to a childish degree.
He is, without doubt, the most complex character of the story. In fact, without him, there would be no story. He is the wisdom and power of the universe, the Gandalf, the God to Harry's Jesus and Voldemort's Satan.
He is the mastermind behind our hero's winning. They'd be TOAST without him.
I get why some people don't like him! He's not my favourite character, either! However, from not liking him or caring about him to 'he stole Harry's money, he abused Harry, he made Tom into Voldemort etc'- I feel that's too much of a stretch.
I rarely, rarely enjoy good guys in fiction, because they tend to be fairly simple. The hero is, in epic fantasy, usually Kind and Good and Noble. Usually young, on a journey to self discovery, battling against impossible odds. Dumbledore, for me, is the first interesting good guy, and the true hero of the story (of course, he'd have lost without Harry and the Voldemort/Harry connection, but Harry would have lost without Dumbledore, too, so there's that).
Man defeated not one, but two dark lords. He saved UK and Europe twice, in a century. Is he perfect? No, and he'll be the first one to tell you he isn't perfect. (I disagree with him on that- he's damn well near perfect).
He realised his potential for villainy and STAYED away from power, locked himself in a school and only came out when shit hit the fan and he had to plot the defeat of these overpowered dark lords (one of whom he loved). He gave his life for the world- beautiful. Orchestrated his death, even. And, before he died, he did his damn best to make sure Harry will survive, to give him the Deathly Hallows. It was no guarantee, of course, but he tried and planned and in the end, it all happened exactly how he wanted it to happen. He never stumbled blindly through this war, he was always one step ahead of everyone, including my beloved Voldemort.
Man is intelligent, funny, humble even while acknowledging his incredible worth, and kind. He is a kind man, and I am baffled when I see 'evil Dumbledore' taken seriously. (I have nothing against evil Dumbledore in AUs, or in like crack or whatever). He's eccentric and he's fucking ancient, and he dresses fabulously.
Man shouldn't be a teacher, though 😂 Horribly biased! I will never forget him stealing Slytherin's win and giving it to Gryffindor in Harry's first year. That was so unfair (but very funny). He's also scarily negligent with student safety, but then most of the teachers at Hogwarts are like that. I guess most wizards are, what with magic being an easy fix to everything.
Oh, and bonus- Lucius! I don't have much to say here, expect he's hot and I'd like to see more fics with him 😂
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Day 9
Rare pair? I totally could repeat yesterdays recommendation. But I think I will go for another, also by @metalomagnetic.
It runs in the blood
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Canis Major
A beautiful dark dance between Sirius and Voldemort. It is unfinished (at least the former), so it could also count as "a WIP I follow" but that's really not the point. It's all I savour in a work, it's dark, beautifully written, full of moral conflict. The violence and gore is reduced and only there to support the arc of the story.
If you like rare pairs, AUs, dark stories, interesting character studies... Go read it.
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Voldemort POV for 'It runs in the blood'.
Before you read, please be aware that this work is born out of sleep depravation, allergies, back pain and a cocktail of perhaps too many pills! So don't expect much! I needed a distraction and you guys seemed to like the first little paragraph I posted here a week ago, so I gave it a go.
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I swear these hints of Clueless Sirius are making me so excited.
one of my favourite and imo one of the most underrated fics of yours is metamorphosis. i esp loved the fact that v basically just grew into an extremely overpowered grumpy old man with a morality problem (i mean, to say the least). just generally uninterested in world domination. so my compliments to the chef- it’s brilliant. i love your take on time travel too, and how no one ever finds out. have you considered writing any more time travel? i’ve always imagined it to be particularly challenging logistically.
Metamorphosis was so much fun to write! I'm so happy people gave it a chance, what with the almost crack component, but I genuinely love that fic.
I wanted a time travel where no one ever finds out the character is a time traveller. I just didn't need the angst of the discovery etc etc, even if I know it's a big part of the trope.
And that leads me to your question. Yes, I will write time travel again, because I want a fic where EVERYONE knows the character (Sirius) is a time traveller. There's no angst about it here, either, because it's out there since the get go, it's in the newspapers, it's everywhere, and it's fun. It will be a chaotic Sirius/Tom, with a different dynamic from It runs in the blood, since Tom is so much younger than Voldemort and still rather innocent in the grand scheme of things. I also can't wait to play with the concept that Sirius has no idea who Tom Marvolo Riddle is, and he thins he's juts this poor, oppressed muggleborn stuck in Slytherin and he needs Sirius' protection 😂
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I like to think Sirius actually killed the muggles. That he went after Peter, cast a Blasting Curse at the traitor, but Peter transformed in the last second, and the curse went into a gas pipe or whatever and BOOM. Twelve muggles dead, the street blown up. Peter flees the scene, the lil' lucky rat, and Sirius stands there, shocked, hysterical, laughing.
When they come for him, he says "I killed them", only he doesn't mean James and Lily, he means the poor muggles.
The Aurors check his wand, and they see the last curse he performed was a Blasting Curse. More than proof enough. They don't imprison him for being a Death Eater (he has no Dark Mark, after all) and betraying James and Lily isn't actually a crime, but they have proof he murdered a street of muggles, and he confessed to it, too, refuses to elaborate, just laughs like a maniac.
Dumbledore does come to the Ministry when he hears they arrested Sirius, but when faced with this proof- well, what is there to do? It's clear as day Sirius actually killed the muggles.
I think I'll go with this from now on; it makes the Ministry look less incompetent, it solves the dilemma of 'why wouldn't Dumbledore even attempt to ask for a trial for Sirius', and while it's still heart breaking Sirius wasted away in Azkaban, at least now he's actually guilty of something, and it isn't just incredibly unfair. Sirius spends 12 years in hell, one year for each of his muggle victims.
Even after Dumbledore learns in Harry's third year that Sirius isn't actually a Death Eater, it's not like he can overturn the guilty verdict or ask for a trial. They are well aware Sirius would be found guilty at a trial, anyway. They all know it, hence why they don't try to clear Sirius' name. Because he's guilty. So Sirius stays on the run. They decide not to tell Harry, because ...well, because he just gained a godfather that loves him dearly, wouldn't do to find out he actually managed to slaughter muggles by accident.
After Sirius dies, the Ministry decides to pardon him, since he's already dead and no longer a threat to the public, and Dumbledore convinces them to do it, as a sort of comfort for Harry.
Now, I'm gonna write a fic about it.
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Voldemort meets Sirius.
He knows this one will be different as soon as he steps foot in the messy house.
The wards that guard it are borderline dark magic, barely legal. They are well executed, as well. An auspicious beginning, Voldemort thinks, as he patiently dismantles them.
The Black scion isn’t home; Evan dutifully let Voldemort know he’s drunk in some Knockturn pub.
“He often comes to drink in Knockturn, but always alone. Never with his Gryffindor friends. He’s a mean drunk, too, my lord. Perhaps if you wish to have a semblance of a rational conversation- as much as it is possible with any Black- you shouldn’t approach him when he’s wasted.”
The walls are …colourful. The paint was once white, but the young Black heir hung posters of muggle singers everywhere. Perhaps actors, too, Voldemort isn’t familiar with what passes for famous these days in the muggle world.
He only recognises Elvis, mounted over the fireplace.
They all look the same- tall, dark haired, dressed in leather.
Pictures of his friends are up there as well. He recognises Potter in many of them- hard not to, with that trademark Potter hair. The girl draped on his arm, red head, must be his mudblood. Voldemort forgot her name. Something flowery, but it escapes him.
Bella and Evan, occasionally Rabastan often complain about Black’s entourage, but they only name Potter.
“Stupid Potter, his mudblood and the werewolf! He left us for those little worms!”
He thinks the werewolf must be the thin one, an air of misery draped over him in every picture. Greyback complained about him, too. Remus, that’s the one, it comes to Voldemort. Remus Lupin, werewolf.
“With a name like that, I had to bite him,” Greyback smirked, in one of his rare funny moods. “He was destined to be mine, but Black stole him.”
The other boy that appears in almost all the pictures, Voldemort doesn’t even try to place.
He got a report on all of them, marked as Dumbledore’s puppets, but he only remembered the important names on that list.
The girl, he knows. Only one picture with her. Marlene McKinnon. A fighter- a good fighter. She killed three Death Eaters. A Healer, too. Voldemort always looks after powerful witches. They are sorely misrepresented in this war. It upsets Bella, who is trying to recruit more girls, with little success.
She’s in Black’s lap, head thrown back, while Black sucks a bruise on her throat. Voldemort tilts his head, wastes a second more than it is needed on the picture. He’d never seen a picture this vulgar, especially put on display on a wall. The girl is engaged, isn’t she? With one of the Prewett brothers.
He scans the walls for them, but he can’t find them anywhere.
He finds muggle telephone numbers scribbled in lipstick on the walls, instead.
The most amusing- a picture ripped from a newspaper, showing the Dark Mark floating over a house. It has many sharp objects stuck in it-
Darts. Yes, that’s the name of the game.
He smiles. Black has good aim- one of the darts is stuck in the eye of the snake.
Under the bed, beneath a loose floorboard, he finds a box kept safe by no less than five curses. He opens it to find a picture of Orion Black. It is clipped from a newspaper article, cut carefully and precisely around the edges. And a letter. It’s clearly the second page of one- the first is missing.
‘-no need to play dumb, it doesn’t suit you. You know fully well it is not cursing the half-blood that bothers me, but your lack of decorum. You are a civilised young man, you represent our family, and you should act accordingly. I warned you I do not enjoy having to correspond with either McGonagall or Dumbledore, yet you’re forcing me to do so when you blatantly misbehave. Am I to presume you do not care about my displeasure, and this is why you disobey me? Or should I conclude you would like to please your father, yet you lack the self-control to do it? I struggle to pick which option is worse. This is the seventh time in a month I receive letters about your detentions. Do stop assaulting your schoolmates, or if you must, show some cunning and do not get caught. Or else we will have to have a serious conversation when you come home for Yule. I assure you, it is not a conversation you will enjoy.
Furthermore, I hear you intend to take a mudblood to one of those holiday celebrations Slughorn likes to host. Surely, I heard wrong. You would be wise to invite Helena Edgecombe to this function. Her father mentioned just the other day that she finds your company delightful.
Flitwick was accommodating enough to send me your Charms paper, along with your grade. He mentioned it was the best paper he graded in all his years of teaching, and, after reading it, I must agree it was quite extraordinary. I am half tempted to send it to my old mentor back at the Institute. Very well done, Sirius. You certainly can make me proud when it doesn’t inconvenience you.
If only you would show proof of your upbringing in your social life, as well, I would be most content.
With love,
Your father.’
The letter has blotch marks on it, as if someone cried over it. The word ‘father’, especially, is almost erased, and Voldemort imagines Black often moved his finger over it.
Bella mentioned Sirius Black was ‘unnaturally close’ to Orion, and that his father’s death broke him. She credits this event with the boy running away from Grimmauld.
Voldemort carefully arranges these apparently precious possessions back into the box, seals it under the floorboard with the same curses he found on it.
The house is messy, unorganised, clothes thrown around, bottles of alcohol everywhere, full to the brim ashtrays lying around in odd places, and burn marks on the rug.
Yet his collection of muggle records is organised in alphabetical order, neatly. And there, hidden behind the impressive collection, Voldemort finds eight tomes filled with dark magic. All illegal.
His bathroom cabinets are just as messy, and clearly his female guests left behind bottles of lipstick, or similar products. They also left behind some lingerie. A pair of pink knickers is half hidden into a tiny gap underneath the bathtub. He wonders if they belong to the same women who left her bra between the couch cushions in the living room.
Voldemort finds a secret compartment, coming out from the side of the bathroom cabinet. Hang-over potions, peppers up. Polyjuice.
Veritaserum.
Hidden further still, he finds three lethal poisons.
If he didn’t know better, Voldemort might think two different men share the house; a careless, Bohemian womaniser, a blood traitor surrounded by mudbloods and half-bloods and other blood traitors, with muggle musicians on the wall.
And the Black heir, interested in dark magic, poisons, sleeping with his father’s picture under his bed.
This will be easy, he thinks, as he sits in an appalling armchair that doesn’t fit with the rest of the furniture.
Charmed into the armrest, there’s a letter, covered in plastic for preservation. “You fucking dog, how dare you steal my armchair! Give it back, or I swear I’ll spend the rest of my life writing horrible articles about you!”
It amuses Voldemort, as it probably amuses Black, hence why he decided to place it on the armrest, permanently.
When the young man stumbles his way into the house, he contains his surprise to find Voldemort there remarkably fast.
People have been telling Voldemort Black takes after Walburga; he might, it’s too soon to tell, but his first impression is that Sirius favours his father.
Voldemort is yet to meet an unattractive Black- and he’s met them all- but the boy is something else, even for the Blacks.
His tall, broad body is on display in the muggle attire he wears, hair falling around his shoulders with a casual elegance; he is both handsome, with strong, sharp bones and beautiful, with soft lips and long, thick eyelashes, made even darker by the paleness of his eyes.
It has been so long since he felt attraction; it travels up his spine as he takes in the boy.
Who very quickly decides he will die a hero; Voldemort can see that decision forming in his eyes. Not with Legilimency. It’s just made obvious by the way his impressive shoulders straighten with pride, his jaw sets in determination, anger replacing the fear in his eyes.
And there was fear- Voldemort is intimately familiar with fear of death, can easily recognise it when it shines in front of him.
Yet he spent his life fleeing from it.
Sirius Black walks towards it, bold.
It takes only a minute of conversation to charm him; easy, indeed. Sirius’ interest is picked instantly; pride flickers in his eyes that someone like Voldemort would bother coming to kill him; even more pride when Voldemort explains he’s there to recruit him.
He is a Black, down to his last bone. He calls Voldemort a mudblood; he declares himself the purest being in existence. He speaks of his mother; the boy in the pictures is not there, the owner of muggle records, the blood traitor- no; only the Black heir speaks to Voldemort that night.
Powerful, too, like any Black. A diamond in the rough, his magic true and strong and raw as he unleashes it. Dark curses fall with a practiced ease from his wand. Fiendfyre engulfs the room in seconds.
What a treasure. As unhinged and powerful as Bella, this one.
And there it is, his pure blood spilling over the floor, staining the carpet. Voldemort has the impulse to taste it; a momentary madness, but the boy enchants him so.
His clothes are ripped and burned in places, and Voldemort can glimpse tattoos on pale skin. Voldemort wants his mark on that skin; he wants to hold the boy’s strong forearm and brand him as his own. Claim him for himself.
Sirius Black fights readily, bravely. With his wand and with his words.
But Voldemort can smell the mountain of insecurity hidden under the fury, like the boy hides his poisons under harmless perfumes.
Some men- most men- cower when confronted with violence, bend and break under pain, especially pain caused by Voldemort’s wand.
Not this one, Voldemort understands. No, violence will only be met with violence, here.
Voldemort will need a different approach.
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