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startanewdream · 1 year

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As the anon who asked you about Mcgonagall earlier, I’m gonna need you to write that version of SWM, please and thank you xxx

In spite of her very vocal defense of him minutes earlier, Professor McGonagall did not seem glad when she answered the door and found Harry there.

"Potter," she greeted curtly, looking down the hall, though it was empty.

"Professor." He bit his lips, suddenly unsure. There had been no hesitation when Harry turned back on his way to the North Tower, but now, looking upon Professor McGonagall's severe face, he wondered if he had made a mistake—he would talk to Sirius after classes—"Is Professor Umbridge still there?"

Her lips twitched for a moment. "No, Dolores has left. We agreed to postpone the remaining meetings for tomorrow."

"Hum. That's nice." He doubted anyone else's Career Advice would be so upsetting, though.

"Shouldn't you be in class now?"

Harry did, but he didn't answer her. Professor McGonagall had been most passionate in his defense, something that felt so warming and comforting this year—so far from Dumbledore's distance—and there was a memory replaying on his mind...

A smile on Professor McGonagall's thin lips. Your father would have been proud.

"I was wondering if I could ask for your advice, Professor."

"Our meeting is concluded, Potter, and in the current climate, it would not be wise—"

"Not career advice, Professor, actually about—about my father."

Professor McGonagall blinked. She glanced up and down the empty hallway once again, and Harry could see her weighting the risk—if Umbridge had lost her marbles when Professor McGonagall had defended Harry's career choices, how would she react upon finding out that Harry had asked about his family—he had a sudden vision of Professor McGonagall being dragged in front of the Minister while Umbridge laughed—

"Sorry, Professor," he said hastily, shaking his head. "I shouldn't have—"

"No," she said, seemingly agreeing with him; and then Professor McGonagall took a step to the side. "Come inside, I will make some tea."

Harry smile grateful, but Professor McGonagall was already walking back to her table. She lit the fireplace, and the moment that the door closed behind Harry, she twisted her wand; a bright cat sprouted to life, passing through the door.

"Just in case," she whispered to herself. When the kettle was inside the fireplace, she sat in front of Harry, hands clasped; this was not very encouraging. "Why do you need advice about your father, Potter?"

"Ah—I saw—I shouldn't—I was wondering how he was."

A tiny frown appeared between her eyes. "Perhaps this is something you should discuss with—" She glanced at the door, though it was still closed, her patronus out of sight, "—others who might have been closer to him."

"I—" He didn't think it was a good idea to discuss his plans for later. "You once told me that my father would have been proud of me because he was an excellent Quidditch player."

Her face relaxed a little. "Yes, he would."

Showing off with that stupid Snitch...

"Would he be proud because of other stuff as well?" He fidgeted with his hands, scratching the back of his hand where he had written so many times, I must not tell lies.

"Ha—Potter." Professor McGonagall seemed at a loss for words for a moment. "If everything you have faced, I am sure that any parent—"

"No, I mean—of course, if they had lived everything would have been different, but..." His lips trembled. "I saw—I saw my parents, and Sirius, Remus, even Wormtail, when they were my age, and—my mother hated him, and my father deserved it, and I don't know—I don't know what to make of this."

Apparently, neither Professor McGonagall. She stared at him, mute and evidently surprise, and when a whistle came from the tea kettle, she jumped instead of bringing it with magic. Professor McGonagall took a long moment to fill their cups, then to bring a pot of biscuits to the table. She grabbed a biscuit for herself before talking again.

"How did you see them?"

"Ah—a memory. I accidentally tumbled during my Occlumency lessons—"

"Severus." She fought a grimace unsuccessfully. "I doubt he would have any good memory to share of James and Lily."

"Were there?" Harry asked in a small voice, unable to stop himself.

Her face was stern now. "I don't know if I am the right person to discuss this with you, but I was their professor and Head of their houses for seven years, we were all members of the Order, so I watched them over the years. On the day I woke up to find You-Know-Who was gone, I cried instead of celebrating because I knew whose lives it had cost." She sipped her tea. "James and Lily were very dear to me. They knowingly gave their lives for you; do not doubt their love."

Harry drank his tea; it burned his throat.

"I don't need to know about the heroes who died, Professor," he whispered.

She looked at the fireplace. "You know James spent most of his time with his friends—even here. He served too many detentions, seldom alone. There was not a rule that he wanted to abide by." There was a tiny smile of appreciation on her lips; Harry couldn't understand. "Lily was not the same, but she served a few detentions as well. She couldn't refrain herself from a fight when she believed she was right." A long sigh. "I made them Head Boy and Head Girl."

"But if—"

"I do not know what memory Professor Snape shared with you, but I know it was not pleasant, not if Severus was involved—I was his professor also, and I saw how deep their mutual dislike was. But Severus was usually alone—your father never was."

"So he was—my father was—"

"Your father was flawed. And it's because of this that I grieved him so much. I saw him growing up. From a happy little boy who knew he belonged in Gryffindor to a teenage boy who thought himself at the top of the world to a young man who denied his privilege to fight for what was right." She twirled her tea. "And I suppose it was around them that he won your mother's heart."

Harry looked down.

"If James and Lily had few good moments, it was only because their time was short. But I can assure you, while they were together—I've never seen them happier. At peace."

The picture of his parents’ wedding day. His father was waving, beaming; his mother was alight with happiness, arm in arm with her husband—

"No more detentions?" Harry asked weakly.

And then, to his surprise, Professor McGonagall chuckled lightly. Harry glanced back at her; she was staring at the fire, with that glint of nostalgia back on her face. "Oh, there were detentions."

"Why—"

Light flooded the room when her patronus returned.

"You must go," Professor McGonagall said, standing up. "I would recommend you to talk more with... your godfather."

Harry paused on his way to the door. "You would?"

"He was James' best friend and usual partner in crime... and he grew up just as fine." She watched him for a moment. "Of course, you should only talk to him when it is safe."

Harry thought about Fred and George's plan for that afternoon—breaking into Umbridge's office... "Of course," he agreed hollowly.

"Good. Go on, Potter."

She gave him a brief smile as Harry closed the door. As he walked away, set to talk to Sirius later—following McGonagall's suggestiona after all—he wondered maybe if he wasn't as bound to get detentions as his parents had been once.

#this is not a missing moment but we can all pretend #Minerva McGonagall #Harry Potter #Jily if you squint #did I write this to go around my writer's block #of course :)#hope you enjoy anon

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jilyism · 1 year

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NEVER LEAVE

a summer one-shot for jily "week"— day 7: the inevitability of change

Thinking about him always comes to her in absolutes, he’s very rarely any of the maybes in her head, or the almosts.

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#jily week 2022 #listen i know it's 2023 #pretend it's not for me #just pretend #also yes there was a prompt attached to this #also the prompt was technically for day 7 “the inevitability of change”#so if you squint really close maybe you can see it #never leave #jily fic

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sailorwritesstuff · 1 year

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Wake up call (blurb)

Implied poly marauders if you squint but Jily centric

"Good morning my love." a dainty hand caresses your sleepy face as you wake.

"Mornin'." you mutter pressing yourself further into her touch. Lily always was the least hectic to wake up next to.

"How'd you sleep?" She presses softly if she asked you questions it made you think and therefore you couldn't go back to sleep.

"S'ok..." you try to keep things short as you close your eyes again

"Just ok?" Lily asks

"Mm." You grumble and she presses a chast kiss to your lips. Even half sleep you can taste the morning coffee on her breath. She'd let you sleep in which means someone else would be in to bother you shortly. You arm folded clumsily around her waist and you press another tired kiss to her coffee flavored lips.

"are you going to get up love?" She asks as you pull away.

"I don't feel like it."

"ok." She says and she seems to be leaving it at that. She never leaves it like that.

"are you o-" a cold hand grabs hold of your ankle and you are dragged from your warm bed into the hands of James Potter. He looks satisfied that his scheme worked and he's holding you vaguely reminiscent of how one would hold a 12 pound fish.

"Nonononooooo put me down!" you whine, as Lily laughs. You were suffering and she was giggling. How rude.

"Good morning!" James beamed. "Breakfast is ready."

"James!"

#sailor's dreamhouse #sailor's dream house #jily x reader #james potter blurb #Lily Evans blurb #poly marauders x reader

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crimsonlovebartylus · 3 months

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Favorite crime is very wolfstar and bartylus coded. But it could also be blackbones and rosebones coded (rare-pair, tags). BUT it could also be Jily if you really squint your eyes.

#honestly it could really be any marauders couple during the war #or in canon 😈#bartylus #wolfstar #narcissa x amelia #evan rosier x edgar bones #regulus black #barty crouch jr #the marauders #harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #jily #james potter #lily evans #barty x regulus #remus x sirius #lily x james #Spotify

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possessingtheproperspirit · 11 months

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It's @mppmaraudergirl's birthday! In celebration, have this random load of nonsense: sixth year Jily flirting by the lake.

“Ah, June.”

She doesn’t lift her gaze from the book in her lap, although she can’t seem to stop the smile already tugging at her lips.

He is not discouraged by her lack of response. “To be young and in love in June,” he sighs, and flops down next to her. He smells like mint and pine and sweat. Not that she notices that sort of thing. “How can you bear it, Evans?”

“What, June?” she asks, still not looking up. Over the course of their sixth year at Hogwarts, she’s become used to his meandering threads of conversation: his mind works in mysterious and, yes, amazing ways. Now that they’re friends, she’s more attuned to it than ever. “One day at a time, Potter. Just me and my will to survive.”

He snorts and her smile strengthens; finally, she allows herself to look up, squinting in the sunshine as she takes him in. His tie has long since been abandoned, his hair its usual dishevelled mess. His legs are stretched out in front of him, and he rests back on his elbows, a louche sort of insouciance that, again, she wishes she didn’t find as charming as she does.

“Not June,” he corrects her, and nods towards the lake. From their vantagepoint, under the shade of an ancient willow tree, they have the perfect view of two fourth years, flirting for Britain in the shallows. “Love’s young dream over there. It’s a bit much, isn’t it?”

“Is it?” she wonders. She recognises the boy—he’s a Hufflepuff prefect. Seems nice enough. “All they’re doing is standing there.”

“Standing there,” he repeats dryly. She can tell that he’s enjoying himself, that he’s committing to this train of thought even if he doesn’t really care. Sometimes he says things and he means them; sometimes he says things and he’s looking to have some fun. She likes both versions equally. “Flaunting their happiness in front of us!”

She turns to look at James, biting her lip as her smile threatens to overwhelm. “Oh, I’m sorry, Potter,” she says, and he meets her gaze, his own grin blooming. “I didn’t realise you were suffering so.”

“Being single,” he shrugs, waving an airy hand in the direction of the lake. “The secret sadness, even on a sunny day.” He glances down at her book. “Even in your fine company. Even though you’d rather be reading—what is that?”

“Pride and Prejudice,” she replies, showing him the cover. “It’s a classic.”

“That’s what girls want, is it?” he smirks. “Regency romance, contained desire and declarations of love at a polite distance?”

“Well,” she considers. “That, and paddling about in a lake.”

James’ laugh warms her, and she follows his gaze back out to the flirting pair nearby. “Maybe that’s where I’m going wrong.”

“Or maybe,” she says, and she’s not sure why, because it makes her stomach feel like it’s turning inside out, “you’re not going as wrong as you think you are.”

He looks round again, an intrigued eyebrow raised. For a moment, no comment, and she thinks she’s messed this up. They were having a rambling joking conversation, and she made it into something real.

But then he smiles again, and says, “We’re often our own harshest critic, aren’t we?” A pause, then, “Most of us, anyway. Sirius thinks he’s the bee’s knees.”

“But that’s only because he is,” Lily replies. Her heartbeat is returning to a normal rate. “Ignore the lake lovebirds. Lie back and I’ll read you some of my book.”

He chuckles, but does as he is asked, settling comfortably back against the grass. “Can I try to guess the ending?” he asks. “Who dies first, pride or prejudice? My money’s on prejudice.”

“James,” she says patiently, opening her book up again. “Shut up and listen.”

“Harsh,” he murmurs, and grins up at her. “But fair.”

And that was where they stayed, until the sun started to set over the lake.

#jily #jple #birthday!#mpp #fic #writing

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chierafied · 3 months

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Jily Microfic March 4: Despondent

@jilymicrofics, 200 words. On AO3. 🦡💛

Lily snuck down the stairs in the hush of the night. The fire was out in the Common Room. The world was so still she didn’t realise she wasn’t alone until something moved in the dark.

“Lumos!” Her pointed wand illuminated a lanky body slumped on the couch. A pair of hazel eyes squinted at the offending light.

“Potter? What’re you doing down here so late?”

"Go away, Evans,” he sighed.

Frowning, Lily walked over to him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

Lily settled in on the sofa. She couldn’t sleep, and this was a side of James Potter she’d never seen before. He was lying so still, being so quiet, his mood so morose it was like after 2 am the world had shifted off its axis. The two of them trapped in a small pocket of an alternate universe; a land of mirrors where everything was the wrong way around. That’s how little resemblance there was between the Potter she knew and this despondent man sprawling out before her.

She couldn’t leave him alone, not like this.

“Okay,” she told him, voice soft, letting her legs tangle with his. “But I’m not going anywhere.”

#jily #jily fic #jily fanfiction #jily drabble #jily microfic #Team Hufflepuff #chie writes #fic: jl

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kay-elle-cee · 9 months

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A restless waves rise and fall microfic (series). 🏴‍☠️ Pirate Jily AU. @jilymicrofics August Prompt 9: Discrete || 859 Words

“Love, I believe someone is staring at you.”

Lily lifts her gaze from the map in front of them, allowing her eyes to trail over to where her husband’s staring.

Across the bustling tavern from them a man leans against the wall, knuckles clenched tightly around a tankard in his hand as his eyes—beady and black and set in a pale face framed by slick black curtains of hair—remain fixed on the captain and first mate of The Minnie.

An echo of panic shoots through her veins as she keeps her face cool and unbothered, dropping her eyes back down to the map with little interest.

“Ah, yes. We were on a crew together.” Lily pauses, drawing a line of dashes on the map towards their next destination before letting out a sigh. “He’s the reason I went ashore all those years ago. Well, main reason. It was a piss poor ship to be on, all in all.”

“That was the…” James trails off, trying to recall all the stories she’s told him. “Sailing Serpent?”

Lily nods, reaching for her drink and taking a swig as she looks at him. “Aye. And that captain—Mulciber—the worst I’ve ever served under. Bullied his crew, thought he was too important to fail and nearly got us killed several times over.”

“And is that him?”

“No,” she answers, pursing her lips and looking back down at the map. “That’s Severus Snape. The Serpent’s keeper of the code and pain in my bloody side. He was hell-bent on proving there was something funny going on with Lawrence Evans.”

James stiffens beside her. “Did he…figure you out?”

Lily shakes her head, “No, but nearly. He had a hunch and was obsessive about proving himself right. I don’t know what his angle was but…” her brow furrows as she’s taken into a far-away memory, “…that was not a ship I wanted to be found out on.”

A warm hand covers hers on the table and she’s pulled out of the memory, into the present of her new life. Her open, honest, freeing life. The wrinkle in her brow smooths and she gives James a soft smile.

“Jumped ship at The Republic of Pirates and never looked back,” Lily says with a raised chin and a quirk of her eyebrow, flipping her palm up and laces her fingers with his. “I’d say I’ve done pretty well for myself.”

His hand squeezes hers and they sit there for a moment, smiling and lost in the sparkle of each other’s eyes when the sound of a throat clearing jolts them back to the present.

James’ other hand surreptitiously drops to his sheathed sword as their attention turns to this newcomer—Severus Snape—whose eyes dart from Lily to James and back again.

“Pardon the interruption,” he begins cooly and wholly unapologetic, his eyes fixated on Lily, “but you look quite familiar.”

Lily makes an effort to stay calm, drawing strength from not only the presence of James beside her, but the Potter heirloom—her wedding ring—that hangs discretely around her neck and tucked into her shirt for safekeeping. The physical reminder of the life she's built.

She raises an eyebrow. “I’ve gotten that before. I imagine it’s the hair.”

Snape’s eyes roam her face and she has to fight not to shift under the scrutiny. “No, I’m quite certain we’ve met—I realize this sounds ridiculous, but were you ever aboard The Sailing Serpent?”

Lily blinks, and she can feel James’ hand tight on hers, his eyes watching closely for any signs of distress. “Sorry, doesn’t ring a bell.”

“You’re sure? You look nearly identical to an old crewmate." He squints, eyes glinting with suspicion, and Lily practically feels him imagining her with short, tied-back hair and a deep voice. "Lawrence Evans?”

Expression still neutral, she shrugs, but takes care to make her voice light even in its firmness. “Don’t know any Evanses. The name’s Potter.” Her hold on James' hand strengthens. "Lily Potter."

Severus Snape's black eyes flicker once more between her and James and whatever conclusion he comes to, he nods and steps back with a soured grimace. “My mistake.” With a final scan of her face, he turns and walks away, but something in Lily's stomach sits heavy, not convinced in the slightest that he's content with the interaction.

“Lily Potter,” James hums lowly, and she can hear the grin in his voice as it pulls her out of her worry—she’s still Evans on the ship, so he relishes every public reminder of their union. His hand drops from hers and snakes around her shoulders, pulling her tight. “You’re magnificent.”

Her heart pounds—from the adrenaline, from the love—but her eyes dart around the room. “If Snape’s here, Mulciber’s likely not far behind. We should get back to the ship and avoid them if we can.”

When her eyes meet his after scanning the room, they’re close to her and shining with pride behind his glasses, and whatever unpleasantness Snape’s presence had wrought melts away. She leans forward, pressing her lips against his. “I love you, you know that?”

“Yes, love, I do.” He gives her another kiss. “Now let’s go.”

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#ripples in the water #restless waves rise and fall #jily #pirate au #jilymicrofics #jple #james potter #lily evans #kelsey writes #kay elle cee

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jilyarchive · 11 months

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Hi!

Can you point me to professional quidditch player James fics

Sure!

Title: If We Ever Meet Again &A Little Death(Alternate Moments excerpt) Author: twilightstargazer Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Humour Chapters: 2 Word Count: ~ Summary: Prompt: meeting up at a high school reunion.

Title: Quidditch Club Author:sunaprincess7 Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Humour Chapters: 1 Word Count: 14,661 Summary: The first rule of Quidditch Club is no falling for a student’s mum. Jily AU. Single Mum AU. Smut if you squint.

Title:After the Quidditch Game Author: Lioness Amythest Rating: K+ Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 19 Word Count: 61,318 Summary: Lily goes to a professional Quidditch game, England against Ireland unknown to her that there she will meet the inevitable James Potter.

Title: Eight Days Author: BeeDaily Rating: Mature Genre(s): Romance, Humour Chapters: 8 [WIP] Word Count: 38,393 Summary: During a week-long exhibition, professional Quidditch player James Potter encounters Lily Evans, Junior Quidditch Correspondent for the Daily Prophet.

Title:Untitled Author: scared-of-clouds Rating: Not rated Genre(s): Romance, Fluff Chapters: 1 Word Count: ~ Summary: Where James is a professional Quidditch player and he’s playing at the World Cup.

Title: Untitled Author: ofstagsanddoes Rating: Not rated Genre(s): Romance, Humour, Fluff Chapters: 1 Word Count: ~ Summary: “celebrity au in which they have a very very public rivalry which involves twitter rants, fandom wars, tabloid articles stirring etc. until they’re photographed holding hands and the internet has a meltdown”

Title: The Auror and the Chaser (excerpt It Could Happen) Author: scared of clouds Rating: T Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 (out of 29) Word Count: ~ Summary: Puddlemere United Chaser James Potter and Auror Lily Evans meet again at some formal gathering or something 3 years after their *ended relationship* at Hogwarts.

Title: We All Fall In Love Sometimes Author: K. East Rating: T Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 43 Word Count: 57,744 Summary: Two rival Chasers on professional British Quidditch teams are in for the ride of their lives as an off-sides affair compromises their reputations as well as their hearts.

Title: The Snitch (Changing Times excerpt) Author: SpaghettiSticks Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 1 (out of 39) Word Count: ~ Summary: Lily Evans is a photographer hired to take pictures of Quidditch player James Potter.

Title: apogee Author: gryffindormischief (ao3 log in required) Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Humor, AU Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,716 Summary: Sometimes purely charitable intent ends up with some positive personal results.

Title: slump Author: gryffindormischief (ao3 log in required) Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Smut, AU Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,106 Summary: James Potter is quite expert at quidditch, and when he's not, he's expert at working himself into a strop. (SULTRY FIC!)

#chaser!james #celebrity au #fic request #modern au #romance #smut #angst #humour #fluff #quidditch!james

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abihastastybeans · 3 months

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WIP tag game

Anna my dear @annabtg this game is AMAZING this could finally get me out of my slump ahhhhhh

Rules:

Titles:

Crawling Back To You - It's my Jily 'FWB gone wrong, no contact, then random meet up with angst and feelings' fic.

Tell me more, tell me more - Sequel to Summer Sun Something's Begun, my aim is to finish it before May 2024 comes T_T James goes to the Evans' for dinner.

While You Were Sleeping - Jily fic inspired by the romcom of the same name. Slight Lilypad if you squint (it's fake).

Dead James Lilypad - Still haven't gotten around to deciding on a title lmao you know how it is. It's the fic about Lily and Sirius' kid and Good Godfather Sirius Black.

Alight with happiness micro number (?) - I've planned to do micros for everyday of the fest and this one idea is the definite one I'm writing, haven't decided on everything else

Things I'm looking forward to writing:

Carpet smut. Looks like I am going to write it lol

There's this really funny scene I have in mind when they finish dinner and move on to the living room for desert xD

I am so excited to write the scene where she asks him 'is there any reason I shouldn't marry your brother?' akfjsjfjsks it's gonna HURT I love it

Honestly, everything, but especially the soft soft description of new dad with new tiny baby with new big brother uwu fight me.

I got inspired by a tv advertisement and it's hilarious (atleast for me), trust me when I say this xD

Tagging (no pressure!) : @charmsandtealeaves @practicecourts @nodirectionhome-ao3 @thecasualauthor18 @eastwindmlk @fiendishfyre @celestemagnoliathewriter @merlinsbudgiesmugglers @nena-96 @ncoincidences

#wip tag game #anna tag #I'm so excited for this!!

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tomjamesavery · 2 months

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One summer day Lily Evans meets a fiery red-haired girl at the pond, she would not know that from that point on her life was destined to change. Two girls, two best friends-. thrown into a life they had never expected. Through high and low, facing a growing evil in a world of Witchcraft, Beasts, Knights, and Castles. I just posted the first Chapter of my Fic "Red as Blood" It's a fantasy-medieval AU, focusing on Ginny Weasley's, and Lily Evans's relationship as best friends, and the adventures they go on. It will eventually be Hinny and Jily too, one sooner than the other :) Read the full Chapter on: AO3 FFN Here is a little snippet from the First Chapter: ~~~~~

The young girl turned around, looking at her in interest. “Hullo, I am Ginny!” She seemed to eye Lily carefully. “I think I’ve seen you before.”

Lily eagerly nodded in agreement. “Yes, three years ago at Jul, I remember, you walked up and declared that you weren’t scared by the Jul story at all!” Lily confirmed.

For a second Ginny squinted her eyes at Lily but then broke out into a wide smile. “Yeah, exactly, and I am still not scared, not even a tiny bit.” She still wore that look of sheer confidence that Lily saw that one night over three years ago.

And Lily admired her for it.

“Are you even scared of anything?” She asked, taking a step closer towards Ginny, still watching the red-haired girl carefully.

Ginny only snorted in response. “Me? Scared? Never! I only…” She suddenly went quiet as her whole demeanor seemed to change and her focus shifted toward the bubbling mud in front of her. “Wait, be quiet, don’t move!”

Lily was unsure what was happening as Ginny carefully held out her hands as if waiting to fetch something from the murky soup of filth they were currently wailing in.

Seconds that felt like minutes passed, no sounds made between the two girls, only the faint laughter and chatter of children from the other side of the pond noticeable.

When suddenly as quick as lightning Ginny’s hands shot into the thick mud, and before Lily could comprehend what had happened Ginny was raising a thick slimy bullfrog into the air, a look of complete victoriousness shaping her face. “Hah! Got you! little bastard!” She inspected her price, a big smirk still plastered on her lips “No one escapes the Queen!”

Lily was baffled, she didn’t know why, she didn’t know how, yet only three words managed to escape her mouth “Show me how!”

#ginny weasley #lily evans #harry potter #hinny #harry potter fanfiction #harry x ginny #james x lily #fantasy #alternate universe #RaB #james potter #luna lovegood #jily fic

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masivechaos · 2 years

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HAVE THIS DANCE?

Marlene McKinnon x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: Marlene and Y/n are sick of Sirius and Remus pretending they don’t love each other. But with trying to get them together, the boys are may not the only lucky ones.

Warning/content: fluff, a little of angst if you squint, mention of sex kinda, swearing, idiots in love, Wolfstar, Jily, kissing, my English

a.n.: 2.1k words- not proud of this but i have to post something, actually have a writer’s block, i have two other wip but I just can’t write them (if anyone want to help me by reading them and giving advices you’re welcome lol I can’t write shy! Reader and struggle with an enemies to lovers), don't know if howgarts got Yule ball every years but i decided that yes.

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Y/n glanced at Marlene and nudged her side “Look!” she whisper-yelled as she pointed at Remus and Sirius. The latter was hovering a blushing Remus “Come with me Moons!” the interested stuttered “W-why?” the raven-haired boy grinned “Because I want you to!” He held out his hand for him to take it, Remus got up, flustered, with a smiling Sirius next to him and they left the common room.

“They are so oblivious it’s crazy!” Marlene said, Y/n chewed on her bottom lip “We should put them together, must been since the second year that they’re pinning each other.” The blond girl tilted her head “How?” she asked

Y/n thought for a second “Well there’s the Yule Ball soon, neither of them has a partner nor us so what if we make them jealous?” she said with a smirk. “Oh such a good idea, darling” the witch blushed at Marlene’s words “You ask Remus out, I ask Sirius, is it fine?” “Yup!” Marlene clapped Y/n’s hand “Let’s do this princess!” she smiled.

“Wanna eat?” They sneaked into the kitchen and came back to their dorm “You think Sirius will accept?” Marlene sat up “Of course! You’re his best friend and you’re incredibly hot.” Y/n felt her cheeks heating up “True” she chuckled awkwardly.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“Pads!” Y/n yelled, he turned around and she waved at him “Y/n” he grinned. She walked next to him “You know there’s this ball in a week.” He nodded “Would you like to go with me?” she asked, faking a stressful tone.

“Yeah…” she could tell that he was not thrilled by the idea “If you don’t want to it’s fine!” she assured him but he shook his head “No! it’s not you the problem, it’s just- I wish someone could ask me, you know?” he said with a shyness that Y/n rarely saw

She smirked “A certain brown-haired boy who wears sweaters way too large for him, maybe?” he looked at her and rolled his eyes “Yeah… But I don’t think he likes me.”

“I think he does, you don’t see the way he looks at you” she smiled but he stared at the ground and grumbled a small “If you say so.” He spoke a little higher “I’m happy to go with you.” he booped her nose.

Y/n wanted to know more about Sirius’ feelings about his crush “Why don’t you ask him out?” he smiled softly, his eyes heart-shaped “He’s so perfect and wonderful, he’s funny and smart and lovely and kind, he can do prank with us but still know when to stop. And have you seen him? He’s so pretty. I don’t think he likes me back, he’s too perfect for me”

“But enough talking about me. Where are you with Marls?” he smirked, avoiding his problem. She sighed “I don’t know, she didn’t ask me to be with her for the ball that’s why I ask you.”

It was also why she wanted to be Sirius. She had a massive crush on the blond girl but she felt like it wasn’t reciprocal, she was constantly flirting with everyone her little teasing didn’t mean anything. And hers and Sirius’ brains seemed to be connected.

“You want to make her jealous, huh?” he nudged Y/n, her mouth was in a thin line “Don’t know, I don’t want to be alone so I want to go with you and if it makes her jealous and she likes me, it’s a plus that I’ll take.” She chuckled.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

At the same moment, in the library

“Remus.” Marlene said, sitting next to the boy “Do you want to go with me to the Yule Ball?” she asked with a grin “You don’t want to take Y/n?” he tilted his head, his brown hair covering his eyes for a second.

“Why would I?” he smiled at her “Because you love her,” he said with a small laugh, her eyes widened and her cheeks blushed. She tucked a strand behind her ear “N- no!” he looked at her with a raised eyebrow “Mhm, sure”

“Why don’t you ask Sirius out?” she shot back “I-” she grinned “Touché. But yeah I want to go with you, gonna be fun.” She was still staring at him with a knowing look “What?” Remus asked, she bit her lip “You don’t like him?”

“No!” he said a little too quick to be honest “So if Y/n goes at the ball with him, it’s fine?” she saw his jaw clenched for a second “Yeah. He does whatever he wants.” He looked at the table before continuing to work on his potion paper. “Okay okay,” Marlene laughed as he tried to hide his love for the boy.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Marlene turned around to face Y/n “Saturday you’ll have to be really flirty with Sirius.” She told her, the interested swallowed a cake mouthful “Why?” The blond girl rolled back and stared at the ceiling, they were currently on her bed eating what they stole from the kitchen.

“Remus doesn’t want to admit he loves Sirius so you have to be convincing if we want him to intervene. I asked him many times but still not.” Y/n hummed “Okay”

She couldn’t help but be a little disappointed, even if it’s her who proposed to make the boys jealous she would like to dance with Marlene, she wanted to be the person who will have their hand on the small of the back, who will make her smile while they’ll dance the waltz.

Marlene, on her side, was thinking that Y/n definitely did not like her. She even proposed to go to the ball with someone else, if she loves her she’ll ask her out, right?

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Sirius opened the door of the dorm he shared with his best friends “Y’all got someone for the Yule Ball?” he asked when he laid down on his bed. James nodded “Yeah, Lily accepted!” he said with the biggest grin you’d ever seen, Sirius rolled his eyes “Yeah I know, wasn’t especially talking to you, you told me at least a hundred times.”

“I asked Dorcas because she was sad to have no one and she accepted.” Peter informed, and James turned his head “Oh cool! And you Moony?”

He sighed and tore his gaze off his book “Going with Marlene.” Sirius felt his heart clenched at the thought of seeing them dancing together but he missed the way Remus’ grip on his book tighten a few minutes ago.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“Are you rea-” the words died on Marlene’s tongue as her eyes fell on Y/n, she was wearing a beautiful black dress, her hair half up half down, she was ravishing. The light make-up on her face made her eyes longer, and the small dust pink on her cheeks and lips made them even more kissable.

The blonde girl smiled “You’re beautiful, darling.” Y/n’s cheekbones turned even redder “Thank you. You’re pretty too” Marlene was wearing a gorgeous red dress, Y/n liked to see her like this, she rarely wore dresses.

“Ready to go?” the latter asked. They headed to the common room where the boys were waiting for their dates, both of them wearing fancy robes. Sirius smiled at the sight of Y/n “Good looking lady” he held out his arm, she looped her arm with his but didn’t miss the way Remus looked at her.

He and Marlene looked at each other “We’re going to be fine, it’s just one night.” The girl didn’t think that watching Y/n and Sirius flirting would affect her this much, she knew it was a deception but what if Y/n had the idea to go to the Ball with Sirius to try to have a chance with him? She was acting well, joking at everything he said, her hand on his shoulder, his on her waist.

After all, Marlene wasn’t even sure that Sirius loved Remus, she thought that he did but he never properly told her. Imagine if they loved each other? And it was like a real date today? She knew it wasn’t really probable but she was never sure. She honestly didn’t even know if Y/n liked girls. And she didn’t know why she was doubting right now, maybe the apprehension of the following of the night.

So she and her date were sitting on the chairs against the walls as everybody danced, everybody including Y/n and Sirius swinging their hips to the beat. The music changed for a waltz, they now were closer than before.

Y/n looked up at Sirius, a soft smile on her face she chewed on her lower lip. As the beat dropped, they stopped dancing and they leaned closer, the boy whispered in her ear. Remus stopped breathing for a second “You still don’t like him?” he groaned at Marlene’s teasing.

But all of sudden their lips brushed, they were so close to kissing. It was too much for the two other people, Remus got up followed by Marlene.

He weaved in and out between the couples dancing and separated his crush from Marlene’s one. They both seemed choked first but Y/n smiled when Remus grabbed Sirius’ arm sharply and took him away.

“I guess it worked” Marlene chuckled and Y/n followed her laughter “Yep!” They glanced back at the two boys and grinned. They were kissing passionately, Remus pressing Sirius against the wall and letting out the jealousy he kept during the night in their kiss.

The girls saw Professor McGonagall smiling at the sight of her lovely students, before calling Professor Dumbledore, they exchanged money quickly. “We should have bet too”

When the boys pulled away for air, Sirius searched for Y/n with his eyes. He smirked at her and winked, Remus followed his gaze “It was planned, right?” he smiled softly, and the other boy whistled innocently “Maybe.” He kissed the werewolf again, his own hands against his cheeks.

Marlene looked at Y/n, she seemed proud of herself and glanced up at the girl. “What?” she asked, fuck it Marlene thought and captured her lips as an answer. Y/n froze for a second but kissed her back, her hands sliding to the girl’s neck.

The latter placed hers on Y/n’s waist and pulled away “Godric I love you.” She spat out without thinking, she wanted to take back what she just said but Y/n placed her lips on hers “I love you too Marlene.”

They joined the boys, hand in hand “Hello boyfriends!” “It worked?” Sirius asked Y/n with a smug smirk “Well” she showed her interlocked hands with Marlene. The latter’s eyes widened “You planned this for us too?” Y/n laughed “At first no, but Sirius and I thought about this and it was an opportunity to make you jealous too.”

Remus looked at the two and shook his head “You really have weird ideas” she hummed “You should thank me” he threw his head back as he laughed “True. Thank you Y/n and thank you Pads” he kissed the boy’s temple, who was now red.

The two lovers left the girls, heading to their dormitory. The rest of their night was going to be fun.

Marlene and Y/n stared at each other with smiles on their lips, they rushed to their dorm too. The blond girl fell on her bed after kicking off her shoes, quickly joined by Y/n. She nuzzled her head in the crook of Marlene’s neck, leaving a soft kiss on her exposed skin.

“Fucking good night!” the latter said, the other girl laughed “Right? They got together, us too- well I mean I think- if you don’t want us to be together it’s fi-” she was cut off by a kiss, this one was more passionate, more heated.

“You talk too much Y/n. You know that?” Marlene said against her lips before continuing to kiss her girlfriend. They rolled on their sides, facing and staring at each other. “You’re so pretty.” Y/n bit her lip “Less than you.”

Marlene sat up, and so did Y/n “Have this dance?” she said holding out her hand for her, the interested took it. They were in the middle of the dorm, dancing without music, moving their hips to an inexistant beat, making the other twirl before swinging back and forth.

“You dance better than Sirius,” Y/n said after leaving a small peck on Marlene’s lips “Really?” she smiled. “No.” Y/n smirked and received a nudge from the girl before the two of them broke into laughter.

Best night ever.

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Hey, a guy who suggested that Snape's reactions to Sirius/Lily bond here😅. First of all, THANK YOU so much😭, I'm sure this is going to be an excellent and very satisfying content to read, simply can't wait!

But since you mentioned you don't have all yet, I'd like to suggest one if you don't mind - please include a one where Order members come back from some mission (somewhen around OotP) and Sirius and Lily clean each other's wounds. But since they're too tired for magic they do it old fashioned way which means Lily is touching Sirius' bare chest and Sirius is touching Lily's upper body which has only bra on it.

Of course it's completely platonic for Sirius and Lily because they're completely comfortable with each other (and too worried about each other to think about stuff like this) but OH MY GOD, Snape's reaction at the sight and his inner thoughts would be PURE GOLD.

I know I promise more scenes but I just wanted to post this one sooner because this prompt was far too brilliant (and the other scenes are far less troubled — I think I'm done writing from Snape's pov truly). Fair warning that Snape's POV here is very biased and he doesn't handle it well 😏

Rated M for some cursing. 2k words of something.

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Lily Potter was hurt.

He shouldn’t have gone to Grimmauld Place. Severus had done his part already; he’d translated Potter’s yells to the Order, had let them know that the brat somehow got in his mind the idea that Sirius Black (Padfoot, his friends had called him, thinking they were so clever with childish nicknames) had been captured by the Dark Lord, and had warned them when the kid had ran off dragging his stupid friends. That was all that was required of him.

He couldn’t know there would be a battle, couldn’t know that Lily Evans would be there fighting a Dark Lord that mostly wanted her dead, and yet—yet Dumbledore had told him, almost challenging to see how he still felt about her, that in the following battle Lily Potter had been hurt.

Dumbledore always called her Lily Potter, an unnecessary reminder that still stung. She wasn’t truly a Potter — she had lived more of her life as Lily Evans than she had ever been married to James Potter.

And if she were hurt—he had never told her how he felt, the lengths he had undergone to prove her his worth, how everything was about her. Lily should know, she deserved to know.

Grimmauld Place was quiet when he entered it. Snape hated that house, that gloomy place that Black owned as the spoiled pureblood he pretended he wasn’t; how hard it must have been, Severus always thought, to grow up with a house-elf tending to your needs, between richness and luxury, knowing his place on society, the eldest son of a noble family—

And probably because he had let his thoughts stray too near Sirius Fucking Black, he heard his loud laugh.

It was enough for the portrait of Walburga Black start screaming. Snape retreated hastily to the first room he found, just as he heard the sound of someone running the stairs.

“SHUT UP!” Yelled Black; there was a flash of light and the sound of the portrait’s screams died.

Snape peaked through the door; Black was still in the stairs, facing the other direction. He was panting, and if for anger or for running down the stairs, Snape could only guess. He wasn’t wearing any shirt, revealing muscled shoulders and back of someone who clearly had too much time to exercise and too little to do; then Black turned around—and of course he was fit, perfect biceps and torso, everything firmly shaped and did he shave his chest or—

And then a grim satisfaction broke through the acid that was bubbling inside him, because Black’s shapely chest was marked with purple bruises, giant spots that had probably hurt him when he had been hit, and how good was that—

“Sirius!”

Black turned again, following the same direction that Snape was now looking at, but from his angle he couldn’t see Lily. She sounded so disturbed…

“Come on! You won’t get away with this.”

Black sighed, shaking his head, but he climbed the stairs again. Severus hesitated for a moment before casting a Disillusionment Charm on himself; it wasn’t his best work, and if anyone would look directly in his direction, they might notice it, but he had to risk it, had to make sure that Lily Evans was fine…

Any worry they might notice him vanished from his mind when he reached the second floor. Black had entered one of the rooms of the house, and Lily was there, pulling him down to sit in the only bed of the room. She didn’t look hurt, though there was dried blood splattered in her jacket.

Snape looked at her, searching in her face for some sign of injury, or maybe that she was under pain, but there was only concern and it was directed straightly at the man that she was making sure was resting comfortable against the pillows of the bed.

“I am fine,” Black insisted, when Lily pulled a cauldron to the bedrest.

“Of course you are,” she answered, flashing him a smile that made Snape’s inside churm. Black wasn’t fine, he couldn’t be with those injuries, and yet he was clearly pretending to look brave for Lily as if she was going to fall for this act—she had to see through him… “If you were good to go argue with that portrait.”

“I hate her more than I hate Death Eaters—and that’s a lot.”

She chuckled; it was a teasing laugh, one that made Black’s lips twitch as if he wanted to laugh as well.

“I mean it,” he insisted, sounding like a petulant child. Snape waited for Lily’s spurn; it never came. “She wasn’t one, but she supported them well enough, raised all properly Black Death Eaters—”

“Not you.” Lily’s voice was shimmering with warmth. “She could never break you.”

Black smiled. “I had a good influence,” he whispered, and then Lily turned her head to look at him. Snape couldn’t see the expression on her face, but he could see how Black’s eyes were shining, standing her gaze; Black looked greedy, demanding. There were only a few inches between their faces.

Snape grabbed his wand, knowing he wouldn’t be able to help himself if Black threw himself over her, but after a moment Lily turned , moving away to bring the cauldron closer; Snape was glad that there was trouble in Lily’s green eyes now. She hadn’t felt comfortable with Black’s presence, she was repulsed by him…

“Lay back,” she told Black, and he did what was asked, laying still as Lily sat by his side, swirling the content of the cauldron. She grabbed a spoonful of the potion, a transparent almost-pasty liquid, and placed a few drops over the purple spots on Black’s chest.

He knew that Lily had always been an excellent potion maker, but still he wished that she had mistaken something, that the potion would burn through Black’s skin, melting his abs, unshaping his body, thinning him into nothing—

And for a brief moment, it seemed Snape’s wishes were granted.

“Ouch!” Black twisted in the bed, looking uncomfortable. “This burns.”

“Stop being a child,” answered Lily at once. Her words were scolding, but she sounded more fond than anything. “It will be better in a minute,” she assured, and then, without hesitation, as if that was the most normal thing in the world, she leaned closer, supporting her weight in the bed with one hand and caressing Black’s chest with the other hand.

No, it wasn’t a caress, she was just spreading the potion over his chest, and yet—her fingers were moving softly, smoothly, dancing over his skin. There was a smile on her lips that didn’t belong there; Black sighed contentedly, sinking his head into the pillows and closing his eyes.

“Fuck, this feels good,” he moaned.

“Oh, no more pretending this wasn’t hurting as hell?” She teased, amused.

“Not hell.” Her hand stopped moving for a moment, watching him. Black opened an eye, full of mischief. “Fine, but not a ninth-circle of Hell pain. Maybe a second-circle pain.”

Lily resumed her movement. “You could be in Heaven bliss if you haven’t acted all noble.”

Black opened both of his eyes now, but Lily didn’t meet his gaze; there was a severe frown on her forehead now. Black’s expression softened.

“I had to protect you,” he whispered.

That didn’t appease her. “It’s not your job, Sirius. I can take care of myself.”

“Of course you can, but—” He took her hand, intertwining their fingers, waiting until Lily looked him in the eyes. “I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you.”

There was a long moment of silence. Lily bit her lip and lowered her head, her hair creating a curtain over her face; Snape couldn’t see her expression, but he could see Black’s, and once again, over a thin layer of fondness, Black’s eyes were greedy, lustful, as they moved over Lily’s face, admiring her, desiring her.

That was wrong, repulsive, and Snape wasn’t surprised when Lily hesitated: “Sirius—”

But Black ignored her. “Your turn,” he said, sitting on the bed, and pulling the cauldron to himself.

“I’m—”

“Let me guess, you are fine?” He winked at her. “I saw you wincing there. Left shoulder?”

Lily pulled away from him, crossing her arms; she looked annoyed, lips set in a thin line as if she was just considering not answering at all, but after a moment she sighed.

“Right,” she said, defeated, turning his back to him.

For a moment Snape thought she was staring directly at him, and he didn’t dare moving, but Lily’s eyes moved past him without noticing anything. She raised her hands to remove her jacket, but Black stopped her.

“Let me,” he offered. Lily nodded, just extending her arms to help him. Underneath her jacket, her shirt was soaked with blood. Black hissed. “Fuck, Lils,” and he ripped her shirt, exposing her skin and the black bra she wore beneath it.

She shivered, but made no movement to cover herself, standing half-naked with her bare back to Black. On her right side, from her neck to her shoulder, there was a long scarlet cut, dried blood around it. Sectumsempra, Snape realized with a sudden rush of fury; it had been misfired, luckily, or she would have bleed out by now, but still he promised he would find whoever had done it, not Lily—

And then his gaze fell, following the light of the necklace she wore, to the golden ring that was swinging over her chest. The ring shone, but he forgot it quickly; her skin was cream-coloured, with freckles splattered over her bosom, soft to look; her bra marked her curves, lifted her tits, and how he had dreamed of seeing her like this, of sliding down the strap of her bra to reveal all her beauty to him.

Once again it seemed his wishes were granted, for there was a hand carefully moving the strap of her bra down to the middle of her arm, revealing more of her skin, and something stirred inside him, blood rushing—then the rage renewed, for Black was touching her skin now, applying the potion over her cut, his fingers treading over her skin with far too much intimacy.

“Oh, god,” she mumbled, closing her eyes and arching her neck to give him better access. “I am an amazing potion maker.”

Black snorted; that brought a smile to her lips as if she had expected that reaction. Snape closed his fits, hatred filling him, even though he couldn’t take his eyes off the scene, of how Black’s hand was massaging her shoulder, his finger brushing over her chest, almost touching the exposed top of her tit.

“I would rather you were an amazing dueler,” said Black, voice barely repreensive.

“I am.”

“And how did you get hurt?”

Lily hesitated for a moment. “Bellatrix,” she admitted at last. “Your cousin is a nasty piece.”

“I was dueling her.”

“Yeah, well.”

“Lily…”

She shivered. “She was aiming at your back, you were too close to the Death Veil and—I didn’t think, I had to do something, I—” And then she broke, turning around to face him, her lips trembling. “You nearly died, Sirius.”

“Who acted all noble now?” He asked softly, caressing her arms. “Such a Gryffindor of you.”

“Stupid and reckless?”

“And brave,” he assured, and Lily smiled nervously in answer. “Just don’t die on my account, I could never explain this.”

“No one would blame you,” she assured him, turning around again to allow him to finish applying the potion. "He wouldn't," she added, her voice so low that Snape almost thought he had imagined it.

Sirius sighed. “I know,” he admitted in a low voice. Then he shook his head, a devilish grin taking control of his features as he moved the cauldron back. “Do you remember what you used to do when Harry scraped his knees?”

Lily frowned, thoughtful. “I kissed—” And then Black placed a kiss on her bare shoulder, over her cut. “Sirius!”

Snape waited for a reprimand, an unquestionable reproval of Black’s lack of limits, but Lily was giggling. “This is disgusting,” she said, nothing in her voice betraying any hint of disgust as she brushed the potion out of his lips with the back of her hand.

“You love me,” Black said easily, surely, confidently, and Snape decided he couldn’t hear her confirmation, couldn’t deal with even the possibility that Lily Evans had fallen for Black—somehow that was worse than seeing her with Potter, not him, not Black—

He brushed something on his way out, the sound waking up Walburga Black’s portrait again, and he welcomed the yells, hoping it was enough to dwindle any other sound he might hear in that house again.

#Sirius and Lily #Anti Snape #just to make sure he isn't nicely portrayed here #also I was going to end this with Lily seeing Snape #and then covering herself up because #but I didn't want to interrupt her and Sirius #I could rewrite this from Lily's pov and there wouldn't be an ounce of romance and I love this #Jily if you squint #Lily Potter #Sirius Black #platonic friends #and maybe more

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