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consistentsquash · 1 year

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HP Gen Fic Rec - Birds of Paradise

Link - Birds of Paradise , 2700 words, Gen

TL;DR - Dumbledore & Fawkes friendship. Short and sweet. Also melancholy. Crack but not really.

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When a human companion dies, the phoenix sings its last song. A song of beauty not of this earth, because it is made of the stars; a song of grief wholly of this earth, because grief lives only where love lives. A lament, the humans called it. They knew too much and too little. A phoenix gives its last song as lament, and then must endure eternity without a song more.

Rec Blurb - The series is about Love and Anarchy. Except when i first wrote my rec for the series I totally missed the anarchy part. Lots of different types of anarchy in Pandemic but Dumbledore's thing is wanting everybody to have bread and leisure. Gosh. This series. I am just feels. Anyway. Got to get to work :D

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ari-leah-arts · 1 year

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The Spy Position was Compromised.

Please listen to Adagio For TRON-Cover by Marc-Andre Gautier, as it is what inspired me to draw this.

I have many mixed feelings about this piece. I am also my own worst critic.

#severus snape #severus #professor snape #albus dumbledore #professor dumbledore #dumbledore #fawkes #harry potter #hp #blood #injury

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kazuza-art · 3 months

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May I request young Albus and Fawkes? I just finished your fic finders and I loved the last chapter so much! I have a budgie name Marnie and she's the sweetest thing and your Fawkes reminds me of her!!

Im glad you like the fic 🙈 Fawkes being emotional support for baby Albus is everything to me. I never own birds but budgie looks very very cute 🥰

#albus dumbledore #harry potter fanart #hp fanart #my art #fawkes #hp au #my fic #ask

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snapeaddict · 7 months

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Snapetober Day 7 - Corvids

Albus was about to dip his quill back in the inkwell when a quiet but steady knock interrupted him - frowning slightly, he lifted his head, his gaze instinctively drawn to the door on the other side of his office. Another second, however, was enough for him to realise that the sound could not have come from there, as it was too close to him and definitely not the type of noise one would make when knocking on wood. No, this was the sound of someone knocking on glass - behind him.

He turned slightly in his seat. To his surprise, his gaze met with the piercing black eyes of a raven, who was standing proudly on the other side of the window. The beautiful animal was holding a roll of parchment secured by an elegant emerald ribbon. When Albus did not move, he started knocking on the window with his beak again.

Carefully, Albus unlocked it and extended a friendly hand, gesturing for the bird to come inside.

"Well, aren't you magnificent", he commented as the raven landed elegantly on his right arm. He started stroking his feathers with the back of his left hand. "Look at our friend here, Fawkes", he said in his familiar's direction. "Won't you say hello?"

Fawkes was standing on his perch, to his right. He cast them a suspicious glance and, without delay, landed right on the headmaster's desk, the long red feathers of his tail knocking over most of the papers and quills that had been there. Albus sighed.

Carefully, Fawkes approached the raven. The other bird glanced back at him with indifference, obviously waiting for the dull-witted human between them to relieve him of his burden. The phoenix tilted his head, observing him closely for a few more seconds. Albus thought he detected a hint of jealousy in his friend's posture - he prepared to stroke his feathers too, as a sign of peace, but just as he started moving his arm, Fawkes attempted to snatch the parchment from the raven's beak.

It was, of course, immediately followed by the other's retaliation as the corvid cawed loudly and tried to get away.

Fearing for the safety of the letter, Albus risked his hand in the middle of their fight, snatching it from the raven with dexterity. The black bird tilted his head to look at him and, seemingly satisfied with the fate of his delivery, jumped onto the desk and started nudging Fawkes' head feathers, making him squawk in indignation.

Overall, it was very much like a kitten fight, Albus thought. He turned his attention back to the parchment roll. Tied to the ribbon was a card, which he promptly turned. It read as follows:

To: Severus Snape

From: The European Academy of Potioneers, Alchemists and Herbalists

Albus' heart missed a beat. Two thoughts rushed through his mind at the same time, and he looked at the card confusedly for a few more seconds: Severus had passed his final doctorate viva only yesterday - it was too soon - and why was he the one to receive the boy's correspondence? A bird always went to the person the letter was addressed to, unless there was an issue.

He looked up again. Fawkes was lying on his back, kicking the raven with his legs provocatively. There went the myth of the dignified phoenix.

"I'll leave you two gentlemen to handle your business", he told them very seriously. "I trust it will be carried with the utmost civility."

He was coming down the stairs precipitately when he ran into Minerva - startled, he almost fell over, and she was the one who stabilised him. She straightened her glasses.

"I thought we were having tea?" she told him drily. "I certainly did not get the time wrong."

Albus smiled at her.

"You did not, my dear professor. There simply is a minor setback - this", he showed her the parchment roll, "just came for Severus and I need to find the boy."

Minerva raised a disapproving eyebrow, following him downstairs.

"And why was it delivered to you?"

"I suppose the bird could not find him anywhere, and because it is an important letter, brought it to me instead of returning it to the sender."

"An important letter?"

Albus handed her the parchment sroll.

"From the academy."

Minerva stopped, looking down at the card with astonishment.

"That's his doctorate!"

"What I find rather strange is that it usually takes several days for the committee to make their decision known", Albus said, opening and closing a door behind them. "That is extremely quick."

Minerva frowned.

"He hasn't failed", she replied blankly.

"Of course he hasn't, Minerva. Which makes it all the more exciting."

He knocked on the door to Severus' quarters, took a step back, and waited. When he received no reply, he tried two more times, but to no avail.

"He might be in his laboratory", Minerva ventured. "He's been living there for three years."

Albus sighed. "I was hoping he would take a break from this now that all is done, but that might explain it. Let's go, my dear."

The door was open, and for once, there was no suspicious smoke or fumes coming out of the lab. When a soft knock on the door went unanswered, Albus made his way in, closely followed by Minerva.

The place was lit by a dozen candles, and two cauldrons stood in its center, which was much less that usual.

Severus was at his desk, his head buried in his arms above a thick pile of notebooks and loose paper. They could only see half of his face, but he looked incredibly peaceful - without his usual scowl, the Potion Master looked very young, and indeed he was.

He was only 25.

While Severus' apartments were at ground level, his lab, like his classes, was located underground. There were no windows and, as a result, the raven had evidently been unable to find him.

For a few moments, his colleagues observed him in silence - the first fondly, the other obviously disapproving of his chaotic sleep schedule.

"He looks angelic", Albus whispered.

"You mean he looks like death warmed over", Minerva replied acerbically.

Gently, she nudged his shoulder. The Slytherin's head jerked up - he straightened in his seat, looking startled and lost in the few seconds it took him to put back on his usual air of indifference, which he did with some difficulty. He blinked several times.

"Headmaster, Professor McGonagall", he managed, looking around him before returning his gaze to the two of them. "What...?"

"We are very sorry to disturb you, my boy", Albus told him. "I would have let you sleep, but this just came for you, and I do believe you will want to open it as soon as possible."

Minerva handed him the parchment scroll, which Severus took with unconcealed surprise.

"Is that... already?" he muttered to himself.

"I think it is", Albus replied excitedly.

Minerva cleared his throat. He took on a more serious expression. "Should we leave you to open it, Severus?"

The young man hesitated.

"No", he said quietly. "You are welcome to stay. I just don't understand why it came so early."

"It might be good news?"

"Or bad ones. I suppose a poor performance does not require much deliberation."

Minerva rolled her eyes.

"You did not give a poor performance, dear. And your supervisors thought your thesis was "genius", if I recall. You have no reason to be afraid."

Severus nodded, though he did not look convinced. He unrolled the parchment, revealing a neatly hand-written text written in green ink, and remained silent as he read through it in its entirety.

Both Minerva and Albus felt the tension building up: the deputy headmistress even started biting her lip, a habit she had picked up in her school days.

"I passed", Severus finally said, his voice blank. "With an Outstanding mention, unanimous congratulations from the jury, and four proposals for publication."

And, because he was not hugely skilled at communicating his emotions, Albus and Minerva did it for him, bursting out with joy.

"Albus, this is a complete mess."

Two screaming birds almost flew right into them, the collision only avoided thanks to Severus' quick reflexes.

"Severus, get your raven off my familiar, I beg you", Albus asked plaintively.

Fawkes and the raven landed on the floor, bickering ferociously.

"My raven?"

"He brought your letter."

"I don't know him."

"Look at what he's doing to Fawkes!"

"Let the bird have his moment, Albus", Minerva intervened jokingly. "One cannot always be regal, even a phoenix."

"I am fairly certain that is your fire-whiskey bottle they are about to knock over, Minerva - the very one you want to celebrate with."

"WHAT-"

#Bearer of good news <3 #In which Fawkes is like his human #Very silly at times #And has a dark pompous best friend #Fawkes #severus snape #pro snape #minerva mcgonagall #albus dumbledore #snapetober #severus snape fanfiction #snapetober 2023 #Snapedom

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dragonflyable · 7 months

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"Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before; a stricken lament of terrible beauty... They all fell silent. Fawkes's lament was still echoing over the dark grounds outside."

The world will miss you Michael Gambon, Rest in Peace

#michael gambon #dumbledore #harry potter #hogwarts legacy #hp #albus dumbledore #rest in peace #potterhead #we will all miss you #wizarding world #hp fandom #harry potter fandom #fawkes #phoenix #jk rowling #quotes

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emerald22vulpecula · 2 months

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The students at Hogwarts have dorms [*obviously* -> you know what I mean].

They never really told us in the books or shown us in the films about it, so I was wondering: where do the teachers sleep? Do they have their own rooms or also have dorms? At their office table? I know, it sounds ridiculous, but still..

With dumblewhore, there are no questions. He has his own room. Or, if you think about it, he shares one with his bestie Fawkes and the sorting hat.

It's very unrealistic, but imagine being roommates with Professor Sprout. I have the feeling she'd never shut up.

Or even better: Minnie McG. Just think about it...

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crackishincorrecthp · 1 year

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*Harry is summoned to Dumbledore's office* Harry: The cat and the bat told me you wanted to see me? Dumbledore: Yes, indeed, my boy— Harry: I'm not your grandson, don't call me that Dumbledore: Harry— Harry: Do you call all your students by their names? Dumbledore: Mister Potter— Harry: Mister Potter was my father, Dumbles. Dumbledore, annoyed: Well, what do you want me to call you then?! Harry: Voldypants! Dumbledore: Dumbledore: Alright, Voldypants— Harry: No, that's how I call dear Tommy Dumbledore: But you just told me you would like me to call you Voldypants! Harry: No, sir, I just thought I saw Voldypants here, but it was just Fawkes! Dumbledore: Harry: Now, what you want? I don't have all day, I have to join Batman in Gotham very soon for the Tournament

#harry potter incorrect quotes #incorrect harry potter quotes #incorrect hp quotes #harry potter #harry james potter #albus percival wulfric brian dumbledore #albus dumbledore #fawkes the phoenix

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hptheboywholived · 9 months

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Mirror of Erised - by Lifeless Mech "What do you see when you look in the mirror?" "I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks<...>One can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books."(c) Present for my friend) Happy New Year and thank you all for your support!

#professor dumbledore #mirror of erised #fawkes #albus dumbeldore #harry potter

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darkness-holds-eternal-light · 1 year

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I know I have a lot of takes today but just one thing - in my experience, the joy of the "Harry Potter" world has truly not increased with the opening of the theme park or the HP exhibition or the huge amount of merchandise now available or the "Fantastic Beasts" movies or the endless political/ societal problems discussion around HP.

The best thing was reading it and exploring that world, I loved playing pretend. ☺️ What I still like is the fanart and fanfiction and the funny banter around fans. I'm so grateful I got to experience it from the beginning, not knowing how the characters will turn out and how the story will go. I'm so grateful that our greatest excitement was reading the books the night they were officially published and waiting for the movies and maybe finding one 'Harry Potter'-themed article while shopping if we were lucky.

What I'm trying to say is, maybe we shouldn't do more of what doesn't work and what leaves us more empty and the HP-world kinda mundane. Maybe we shouldn't expand on the commercialization and the reheating of the movie reunions and instead have more of the fiction and fun new adventures. Maybe getting more in touch with the non-physical part of it in a childlike way. 💚

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kazuza-art · 9 months

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Another fanart for the amazing Lesser evil by @metalomagnetic

The duel aaaaaah I think it’s my fav part of the chap after Tom creepily cute simping on Babus XD

So much emoting there, Gellert demented rage, Albus and Fawkes fierce fighting and Tom looking at it all like a child in a candy store, all those amazing spells, this deluge of great magic, those two monsters of wizards fighting each other

My heart 🥹

I need more LESSER EVIL soon or I MIGHT DIE 🥹❤️

#my art #lesser evil art #albus dumbledore #riddledore #gellert grindelwald #grindeldore #riddlewald #ggad #hp fanart #albus dumbledore x tom riddle #albus x gellert #fawkes

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triscribe · 2 years

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Muddied Time

Before the sky ripped in half, everyone had been enjoying a peaceful afternoon by the lake.

Well, nearly everyone - Snivellus was lurking by some trees in order to talk to Evans without attracting attention from other Slytherins, and the girl clearly knew it if the pinched expression on her face was anything to go by. James felt highly tempted to go over and give the greasy-haired boy a reason to run off so Evans could get back to enjoying the fresh air and sunshine, but before making it that far, the aforementioned sky got torn apart.

And suddenly, the afternoon wasn’t so sunshine-y any more.

Coils of black fumes billowed out of a great rift, shattered chunks of polished marble and splintered gold-edged oak spitting out to slam into the ground and lake alike. Students screamed and scrambled to get out of the way, older years casting Shield Charms to try and protect themselves and the younger kids. James instinctively moved closer to the rest of the Marauders, he and Sirius merging their own Shield overhead just in time to prevent Remus from getting brained by a broken bit of wrought iron railing.

Apparently, some posh place was in the middle of getting blown up, and a truly brilliant individual thought up the bright idea of raining the resulting debris down onto Hogwarts grounds.

As the small storm of marble and metal and wood died down, smoke and sparks turned the air around the rift into a hellscape, and though he’d very much prefer to follow in the footsteps of other fleeing students, James couldn’t bring himself to leave quite yet - the trees where Evans and Snivellus had been talking were directly underneath the tear in the sky, and he couldn’t see if they’d escaped or- or- Oh, bugger.

“Prongs-!” Peter grabbed at his sleeve, but James shook him off and kept moving, trying to get to a better vantage point to look for Evans. Snivellus he couldn’t care less about, but hang it all, years of work to try and get Lily Evans to go out with him were not going to be flushed down the loo if James could help it.

He heard some muffled complaints behind him as his friends scrambled to keep up, and let a brief grin flicker across his face. Mates for life and Marauders forever, thank Merlin.

They’d just about made it halfway to the haze obscuring the trees from sight when another explosion rumbled from the rift, and an oddly bulky figure came tumbling out of it. Immediately, James and Sirius strengthened their joint Shield, with Remus adding his own layer to it as well, turning the overhead construct into a curved half-sphere of protection just as the figure landed right in front of them.

...a figure which turned out to be an adult-sized individual clutching a couple of tiny kids to his chest.

Huh.

One of the kids bobbed their head up, blinked at James, and then frowned down at the person holding them. “Hawwy,” the toddler said, reaching to presumably pat at a face James couldn’t quite see past the other kid. “Hawwy, wake upsie!”

The person lying on the ground groaned. Smoke continued to expand out of the rift in the sky, and beyond it came the sound of someone shouting very angrily.

James made an executive decision that small children should not be anywhere holes in reality with explosions and shouts coming through them. Just as he stepped forward, however, the person underneath the kids evidently came awake, because with sudden movement he rolled himself up and over to one side. His back, aimed towards James and the others, looked to be a right mess, with frayed holes in the jumper and burned spots and bloodstains. If the kids were in similar condition, he couldn’t tell, as the man curled over them in a protective crouch.

“POTTER!” Someone beyond the rift bellowed. James jumped.

“Bugger,” the man crouched over the kids swore. “Delphi, Teddy, stay here.” He then pulled something long and shimmery out of a battered leather pouch hanging from his belt, and James felt his heart skip a beat, because that was his invisibility cloak, what in Merlin’s name-

Sure enough, the cloth settled over the kids and what little could be seen of them to begin with promptly vanished from view. Then the man stood up, and James only got half a second to blink at the back of a mess of black hair before he took off running across the debris-riddled stretch of lakeside field and beach.

“What-” Sirius tried to say. “What?”

None of them had a chance to try to answer or even agree with his bafflement, as Something New crawled out of the rift in the sky, which promptly shivered and began to shrink in size, reducing the amount of thick black smoke coming through. Said Something dropped to the ground, the impact causing such a shake James could feel it through the soles of his boots, even a good distance away. The distorted creature sure didn’t look like it should be heavy enough to shake the ground on impact, but- James felt his skin crawl as it straightened up on extra legs, as if the magic in his veins took one look and went nope, no thank you, time to run away now. Warily studying the bloated white skin and solid red eyes and dark ragged robes dripping with an unknown substance, James felt inclined to agree.

The man who’d pulled the invisibility cloak from his pouch evidently didn’t.

James heard a shout, saw a burst of spellfire, and then the bloated thing howled as bright magic splashed against its skin, cracking and burning the rolls of white flesh. It lifted a few arms and took aim in return, forcing the mystery man to dodge blazing curses made of colors James didn’t know how to describe. He took that moment to actually follow through on his earlier executive decision, and darted forward to grab where the kids had last been.

His arms curled around small bodies, and at least one child shrieked. A small fist caught James on the chin, which, ow. He didn’t let the kicking or fussing deter him from picking them up, however, and then began backpedaling as rapidly as possible. On the lakeside, the furious battle between mystery man and unknown creature continued, neither of them thankfully noticing the semi-abduction of two small children.

Familiar hands caught James around the shoulders right as he nearly tripped, and Remus and Peter guided him back behind a particularly large chunk of shattered marble, Sirius covering them with a white-knuckled grip on his wand. “What the buggering hell do we do?” The boy asked, glancing around with wide eyes.

James could only shrug helplessly in return. They were mere fifth year students, not even in possession of their O.W.L scores yet, and the magic being launched back and forth by the lakeside looked very much to be on Dumbledore’s skill level rather than theirs.

And then a miniature sun exploded right on the mystery man’s heels, flinging him shoulders-first into a fallen tree trunk. A girl popped up from the other side of it.

Rather than simply skip a single beat, James would swear his heart stopped completely in that moment.

Lily Evans shouted something he couldn’t hear, and a meager scrap of a Shield Charm snapped into place in-between them and the creature stalking forward. It started to laugh, an ugly, choking sound, which turned into a furious hiss when a second figure stood up beside Evans.

“Snape,” the creature sneered, baring a mouth full of sharp teeth. “I’m going to enjoy tearing you to pieces.”

Even from a fair distance away, James could tell both Snivellus and Evans went pale. But then the mystery man stood back up, to plant himself firmly in the creature’s path, blocking the view of the students behind him. “You will do no such thing,” he snarled, and- he didn’t have a wand, but he raised both his hands, and so did the creature, and light gathered and grew and exploded out to collide between them- and it held, like when spells from sibling-wands collided except bigger and James almost couldn’t stand to look it was so bright-

-and the bundle in his arms shifted, a small pale hand emerging to throw something that looked like a rather battered Quidditch Snitch, which went whizzing away with a speed and direct course that had to come from accidental magic-

-and it smacked straight into the side of the creature’s head.

For a split second, blood-red eyes turned to stare directly at James, shock mixed with rage mixed with an evil intent so strong it froze the breath in his throat.

And the locked spells broke apart.

Burning gold and bitter green light crashed over the creature, roaring like a thousand lions and drowning out any death scream it might’ve released. Chalk-white skin blackened and seared, extra limbs shattered and broke away, growing gashes bled ichor and magic alike - until all that remained was a sad, wretched little husk lying on the torn ground.

The mystery man lowered his hands, breathing heavily, and also looked to the spot where James and his friends hid. “De-” he tried to call, voice cracking. “Delphi!”

A small knee jabbed James in the gut, and he got the message. Bending down, he tried to be careful in letting go, but the kids still tumbled as they pushed themselves free and took off running across the rather worse for wear field.

Which left James holding a cloak identical to the one hidden in his school trunk back at the castle.

After a moment’s indecision, he cautiously followed the kids.

The bigger one with a mess of black curls slowed down on approach, letting the smaller toddler with dirty blonde hair careen into the kneeling man at full tilt. James would’ve sworn the bitty had brown locks, but he supposed it was a trick of the light when they first landed. As he approached, however, he could see the strands shifting in color, morphing to true blonde and then pale platinum hair, before taking on a faint pink tint. Huh.

Remus and Sirius came even with him when James stopped, a few steps away from the man hugging his kids, Peter perhaps being the most sensible of them and choosing to remain half-behind their trio. Evans and Snivellus came out from behind the tree trunk as well, watching the strangers with awe and trepidation, respectively.

“That was amazing,” Evans murmured.

The man let out a short bark of bitter laughter, face pressed into the one kid’s curls. “Desperate,” he corrected, “Desperate and stupid, but I didn’t have a choice.”

“Where’d you even come from?” James couldn’t help but ask, glancing up towards the rift- which, er, seemed to have closed up during the fight. Nothing but smoke and ash floating above them.

“Somewhere that’s not likely to still be standing by this point,” the man said cryptically, finally picking his head up, and-

Oh.

No wonder someone bellowed “Potter” earlier.

From the way his mates stiffened and Evans gasped and Snivellus gulped, James figured he wasn’t the only one to think the mystery man looked awfully familiar. He slowly blinked at all of them, green eyes flicking back and forth behind broken glasses, before slumping back against the battered tree trunk with a groan. “Well,” he sighed. “This is going to be a mess. How long do you reckon we’ve got before the professors show up?”

Not long at all, considering the sudden flare of flames off to the left, which cleared away and left Headmaster Dumbledore standing on the beach, phoenix on his shoulder and a dire expression on his face.

The smaller kid untucked their face from the mystery man’s chest, and pointed. “Hawwy! Hawwy, ‘ook! Faw’sie!”

“Yeah, Teddy, it’s Fawkes.” The man’s mouth twitched into a faint grin. “And that’s Albus Dumbledore, but you can call him Dumbly, okay?”

“Dumbly-daw,” the kid agreed.

James liked him already.

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(Decided I should start sharing some of my more recent Alternate Living Arrangements AUs on here, see if I can nab any comments that’ll help encourage my muse to get to finishing those waiting for new inspiration. This one’s posted over here on my AO3 account with a sequel in the process of being posted, and there’s about twenty more attached to the same series. Thanks for reading!)

#Harry Potter #harry potter AU #cursed child au #the marauders #time travel #fix-it fic #lily evans #severus snape #james potter #teddy lupin #delphini riddle #remus lupin #sirius black #peter pettigrew #fawkes #albus dumbledore #fan fiction #AO3

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