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renee561 · 1 year

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Lucky,Perhaps, Number 13

Preface: This is part of a larger work that I've been toiling away at. So here's a snippet for the lovely @hohoholycrap.

This takes place between Third and Fourth Year of my Harrison "Ris" Snape Universe or more commonly referred to as my Harry as a Ravenclaw series.

Enjoy babes!

Family time at the grandparents.

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Small yet wide eyes looked at her and a small hand reached out to the edge of her spectacles.

Fortunately for her, Minerva knew better and had placed a sticking charm on them before she asked to hold Athena.

One did not have raised three children from infancy and held twelve other grandchildren to not learn a trick or two.

The little mouth curled in a frown at being unsuccessful tugging the shiny things from her nan and Minerva carefully held the newest addition close to her chest, redirecting her hand from the frames of her spectacles to hold on a long finger.

"She's got your eyes," a familiar voice whispered next to her ear.

She could not help the shiver that chased down her spine, even as the familiar heat of her husband soothed her.

She could hear the laughter and screams of delight from the older children as they had the doors open to let in the slight breeze of their ocean cottage.

The sound of waves and splashes told her their brood was having fun despite the stressful time of this little one's birth. She almost didn't make it, but Athena pulled through as did her mother, thankfully.

The warmth of the air felt much better than the drafty castle the worked and lived most of the year, although she was accustomed to both.

"Hmm, yes it is strange that out of so many, only Ris and this one should be so blessed with my eye color. I always wondered how so much of our brood retained the Dumbledore blues," she said carefully leaning back into the embrace of her husband of so many years, his beard scratching her skin as she wore lighter robes than usual.

"Lily, Harry and now this little one became ever so lucky to get my eyes."

She looked at the tiny child in her grasp, soild, but lighter than she could recall any of her other grandchildren besides Lexa feeling.

Green eyes met green eyes, and neither seemed to want to look away.

It was a staring contest and Minerva so hated to lose them.

"That is because they are rather more dominant than green eyes," her husband whispered teasingly.

She could not help turn to glare at him for such an asinine comment forfeiting her win with little grace as she swore mentally to make him pay for such a devastating loss.

Who knows how many more she would have. Something felt off to her and she was never one to not listen to her gut.

This year will not bode well at all.

"I see Da made you forfeit your win. Ma," her eldest said coming into her house wet from the water.

She narrowed her eyes at him instead of her husband.

Tall frame, lean from years in the field, black shaggy hair, dripping wet on her floors, and his father's twinkling blue eyes.

"Aiden—" she hissed much like her alternate form.

Her son rolled his eyes and the water he trailed in evaporated as if it never darkened her doorway.

"Have we missed the staring contest?" Two familiar voices spoke in tandem as they came in behind their brother, thankfully with the sense to be dry.

Her eldest sipped at his butterbeer he just grabbed from the icebox.

Both had red hair, one fading the other not as much, and one had facial hair like their father, though not as long. It was strange to her that her twins could eventually be so different in looks now.

Many had failed to tell them apart. Much like some could not tell Fred and George apart.

"'Frad so, Da made her forfeit by saying something asinine," Aiden said, floating two more Butterbeers towards his younger brothers.

"Rats, now I owe Lily six galleons," Alec, the father of her latest grandchild spoke with remorse.

She raised her eyebrows at such a large amount and against her!

What was her daughter thinking?

Her other boys snorted, the lad's twin speaking after grabbing one of the butters from the air.

"You always lose to Lily, Alec. You know she is devious under all that Gryffindor mask. Her husband—"

"—has nothing to do with him losing to me, Arthur. You were just afraid to bet against mum. I told you you'd lose, and you know Molly hates our little side bets and she is already cross enough about the match. Alec here is just what I would call a sucker, easier to convince to bet against mum than you were. And he was the Hufflepuff," her daughter appeared from down the stairs—Severus following closely behind his wife—easily squabbling with her older brothers instantly.

It was odd to her, as she curled closer to her own husband, that her children were squabbling like children at their ages.

They were well past childhood and yet—

The boys were in their forties and Lily was very close to hitting such a milestone!

Minerva was a grandmother thirteen times over because they each had grown, married and reproduced.

Though Arthur beat his siblings with the most children at seven, one already engaged.

Aiden and Ryan having adopted instead of finding a surrogate, but one day she would have so many grandchildren and great grandchildren lining the halls of Hogwarts she was hoping to retire before that happened.

There was an age difference between them all. Almost a full decade between the twins and Lily, but she acted like she had been doing it all their lives.

Despite the fact she had no idea until she was nearly an adult by wizard standards.

"Arthur and I do not have a death wish, Lillian," Aiden said with a smirk.

Severus looked at her with a raised brow as if expecting her to step in between grown adults.

She was fine watching the side show from the safety of her husband's arms, Albus humming gently in her ear as she returned her eyes to a now sleeping Athena, having been unconsciously bouncing the child. The grip on her finger adorably tight.

Lily narrowed her eyes at Aiden and while a curse breaker by trade, he lacked sense of danger.

Lily could throw down with any of her brothers, Severus staying and wrapping an arm about her waist and holding her firmly as she went to jump on her eldest brother.

Arthur and Alec flinched. Aiden smirked as if winning some sort of battle.

She knew better then most that Lily could hold a grudge and he better be prepared to defend himself in his sleep.

"Sleep with an eye open, Ross."

"I'm as much a Ross as you are, sister."

Lily growled and she could feel the static of Lily's magic in the air.

"As comical as this is, children— I do believe I won the actual bet between Lily and myself. And while Alec is indeed suckered, I collect half the winnings," Albus stated, calmly, though she could tell he was amused at his children's antics.

Lily grinned at her brothers before holding out her hand to Alec who grumbled as he summoned six galleons from somewhere.

Aiden and Arthur's furrowed brow made her chuckle.

"You never bet against Lily because she always has three back up plans and most of them include your father's part in them one way or another. She knows me too well to not use that to her advantage. Now, you lot go back out with the children since you cannot act like adults."

Lily handed Albus three and one to her.

It warmed her that her daughter recalled the first bet they ever made.

Minerva had lost to a thirteen year old over a transfiguration fact she had argued with her student at the time for a week about.

For sportsmanship, Lily gave back one galleon and promised to give her back one if she ever played unfairly.

She had always prided on that fairness in Lily, seeing much of her father in her daughter.

Severus shook his head and dragged his wife away whispering to her and her daughter turning red in a blush.

The boys curled their lips at the display.

"Lena—"

"Went upstairs to put AJ down for a nap, and Lily had followed her to ask if she needed help. Severus came looking for her five minutes ago, and you know that Lena and Severus get on because she does not judge him for things well passed plus it's not like he doesn't also get overwhelmed by the amount of people. Plus she just gave birth, Lily was probably talking babies with her as you know the spell—"

The boys nodded gravely and she looked over the curve of her grandchild's face.

Her heart heavy at the repercussions of using such an ancient spell, especially while pregnant! But Lily did not seem to mind as much, except she did note the sadness of her daughter these past months whenever news of Lena's progress came.

"She's always wanted a large family, and while I know you do not get along with him, he is not such a man as you believe him to be," she defended quietly.

She raised the sleeping babe to her lips and pressed a kiss to the small forehead of her thirteenth grandchild.

Such a number. Unlucky or not, time would only tell.

She could not wait for the great-grandchildren to come.

She would love to watch her children understand the joy they bring.

#renee writes #my fic #albus x minerva #lily x severus #ravenclaw harry au #gift for maji #2022 #13 grandchildren

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snowyslytherinowl · 9 months

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Locked in the Staffroom

PAIRING: Severus Snape x (Professor) Reader

SUMMARY: Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall know that Severus Snape and you have hidden feelings for each other. When Snape refuses to acknowledge that you truly reciprocate his feelings, they lock him in the staffroom to force him to finally ask you out.

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Excited whispers and giggles sound from inside the staffroom. Who in the wizarding world is giggling? Severus thinks before he pushes the door open. No wonder; it’s Dumbledore and Minerva. The two jump away from each other the second Severus walks in. Tea flies into Minerva’s hands, and Dumbledore stares dreamily out the window.

“Good day, Severus. What brings you here?” Minerva asks after sipping her tea.

He ignores their question and sneers, “What were you two old bats whispering about?”

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkle behind his half-moon spectacles. “In truth, Minerva and I were discussing what a lovely couple you and the charming History of Magic professor would make.” Minerva chokes on her tea, clearly unaware that Dumbledore planned to spill the details of their gossip talk. “We know of your deep, burning feelings for her and believe that it would be prudent to act on them.”

Blood rushes to Severus’s face. “I do not have feelings for her,” he spits. Even if he did, he thinks they would be neither deep nor burning. Sitting next to you at every meal, admiring your outfits and eyes, and dreaming of your every waking moment surely doesn’t constitute as that.

Fine, perhaps he does fancy you just a little bit.

“One may attempt to conceal their love, but love cannot be concealed in the way one gazes at their beloved,” Dumbledore says dreamily.

“She looks at you the same way you look at her, lucky for you.” Minerva raises her eyebrows and throws him a knowing, smug smile. “If you weren’t always so engrossed in your work, you’d see it, too.”

Severus rolls his eyes. “I do not appreciate your meddling in my relationships with the other professors. Either way, you are becoming old and delusional.” The other two professors burst out laughing as Severus turns away and pours a cup of tea for himself. He makes a final comment as his back is turned, “Perhaps you bats need better spectacles or charms to improve your sanity.”

Mere seconds after he takes his first sip, the staffroom door opens. Severus’s eyes shoot up to see who has entered into this embarrassing conversation, and it is none other than you. His gaze immediately lowers back to the tea, and his hair falls around his face to shield the fact that his face is turning an even brighter shade of red. You take note of the tense atmosphere and awkwardly greet, “Hi, everyone.”

Dumbledore and Minerva warmly greet you, while Severus nods in your direction. You blush at Severus’s albeit scarce attention and walk to stand by him at the drink table.

“Look at the time. It appears that Minerva and I must depart for our daily bird watching. Hogsmeade residents have reported a sighting of the Fiery Frizzle, and it would be an absolute shame to miss witnessing the bird setting a cottage on fire,” Dumbledore declares. Minerva plays along and they stand up to leave the room.

“I didn’t know that you’re into bird watching,” you note as you pour milk into a coffee.

“They aren’t,” Severus grunts with full knowledge of their true plan. They want to give you two some privacy so he can make some grand gesture demonstrating his love for you. Too bad for them; he plans to leave the staffroom soon after the older professors depart. Regardless of Severus’s comments, the two give him expectant glances before exiting.

Silence engulfs the staffroom until you say, “I brought essays to grade. You can join me only if you want to, of course.” You smile shyly when he looks at you.

“Unfortunately, I have duties to attend to,” Severus says and downs his remaining tea in one go despite how it burns his throat. With his hair covering his eyes, he glances at your dress one last time before heading for the door. It’s truly a shame that he doesn’t have more time (the courage, rather) to admire how it shows your curves in all the right places.

Severus attempts to turn the door handle and discovers that it’s jammed. No matter the spell he casts and how many times he impatiently grunts “alohomora,” the door doesn’t budge. He notices that you’re looking at him, earning a nervous laugh from him. “The door refuses to open. Not surprising, considering I have been telling Dumbledore that it requires repair.”

“Really? I never had an issue with it. Do you need help?” you ask, but still walk over before he can respond. You cast several spells of your own, none of which work to open the door. Severus feels flustered, but whether it’s because of your closeness or his embarrassment at being unable to complete a simple task on his own, he doesn’t know.

As you attempt to remove the door handle altogether, a realization hits Severus: the door won’t open unless he confesses his feelings or asks you out. His blood boils as he thinks about how that pair of old baboons are probably up in Dumbledore’s office at this very moment, giggling and kicking their feet with excitement like schoolchildren. He can’t wait to get out of here so he can storm into the office and hit them with every jinx and hex he can think of.

But then again, neither of you can leave unless he makes a move. The staffroom is hardly the place for pouring his heart out or asking you out on a date. Severus supposes that inviting you to the Three Broomsticks is the best option since you might think he’s merely asking you as a friend. Though what is he supposed to do? Lean against the door and nonchalantly say, “Go to the Three Broomsticks with me?” Or magic a flower into existence and pop the question? Merlin, why does this feel more nerve-wracking than taking on a dragon or walking through the Forbidden Forest during a gloomy night?

He’s snapped to attention when you say, “I don’t think this thing will budge.”

“Yes, I believe so,” he mutters back. You’re looking up at him through your eyelashes. Ugh, this seems like the best time to ask you on a date. He crosses his arms against his chest, then uncrosses them because it makes him seem closed-off. Then they hang limply against his sides; no, that makes him look weak. Never mind any of this; just say something!

“Er, I want to… I was wondering if perhaps you, er,” he stammers and forces the rest out in a rushed sentence, “WouldliketogototheThreeBroomstickswithme?”

You scrunch your face together. “What?”

Why couldn’t you just hear him the first time? Do you wish to embarrass him? His eyes fix on a point on the ground to avoid the impending look of horror on your face as he clearly enunciates his next sentence. “Do you want to go to the Three Broomsticks with me this Saturday?”

With every ounce of his being, Severus forces himself to look at you. Disgust isn’t written on your face at all. Instead, you’re grinning widely, and your eyes are even brighter than usual. “Yes! Is six okay?”

The muscles of his mouth force his lips into a small smile. “Er, it is,” he replies without thinking if it does. Either way, he’d move around his entire schedule for a mere minute of your time. But then his heart sinks as he realizes that you’ve likely only agreed to accompany him to the Three Broomsticks as an outing between two friends.

Severus is proven wrong once more when you lean up to him and give him a quick kiss on the cheek! Oh no, he must look like a bashful schoolboy due to his burning cheeks and widening grin. No matter any of that, though, because you kissed his cheek!

“I, er, I shall see you then,” he stammers. You smile and nod in agreement before he reaches for the door handle to leave before he bursts with giddiness. Lo and behold, the door finally opens.

Unlike what Severus expected, Minerva and Dumbledore are standing at the end of the corridor. Good; he can murder them without having to walk too far! He rushes over to them and upon seeing him, their faces break out into vicious little smirks.

“I have half a mind to turn you into mice and feed you to snakes!” Severus sneers.

The two professors look at each other and laugh so hard that Minerva has to put a hand on Dumbledore’s arm to stable herself. “We see that you’ve taken our advice to heart,” Dumbledore says. “Did she agree to your invitation?”

“That is none of your business!” he spits.

“It appears that she did agree, Albus!” Minerva exclaims. “You can thank us for that later. I rather think that Minerva would be a beautiful middle name for your future baby girl.”

Severus’s eyes narrow and he advances on the two, but he merely gets close enough to scowl in their faces. “I rather think that name hideous!” he snaps and jerks back to leave the two where they are in the hall.

But he’s halfway to the stairs when Dumbledore calls back, “Perhaps Albus would be a suitable middle name for a boy!”

Severus doesn’t respond. Instead, he flicks his wand at a window, smashing it and sending glass flying everywhere. His cloak billows around him as he grumpily climbs the stairs and disappears from sight, but he can’t help but wonder what name would be regal enough for his future child.

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 6 months

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Always There - Chapter One: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, mentions of death and murder, mentions of Azkaban, shittyly written angst,

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

Please let me know how I can improve my writing and being more inclusive to POC as I am whiter than white. Please also let me know if I have to add more to the warnings! My messages are open as well as my asks!

Author's Note: It's been a long ass time my friends, but I'm trying to make a come back here. I was a bit out of my comfort zone with this one so I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know how I can improve or if you find any errors! Correct me, don't be afraid to! I want to improve my writing and become a better writer so any feedback or advise is welcomed!

Word Count: 1146

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The year Harry turned 11 was the year professor Sprout retired, in turn, Y/N got the position as herbology professor. She enjoyed teaching her nephew and loved being back at Hogwarts no matter how much it pained her to be there without her brother and his best friends. The first two years went by without much issue, however, in Harry’s third year, Y/N heard whispers of a new professor starting at Hogwarts, an old student from her time there. And she had also heard about the escape of Sirius Black, her brother’s best friend who had supposedly ratted the couple out to the dark lord and got them killed. It was a lot of emotions for her to deal with at once.

She was already at Hogwarts when she got word that Harry was attacked by a dementor on the train ride there. She rushed to the main hall and found her nephew rather quickly. “Merlin Harry, are you okay? Did you get hurt? How did this happen?” She bombarded her nephew with questions before engulfing him in a tight hug.

“I’m okay, Aunt Y/N. I didn’t get hurt, I don’t know what would’ve happened if professor Lupin wasn’t there,” Harry reassured his aunt.

“Lupin?”

“Professor Potter, we are waiting for you at the table, you may catch up with your nephew after the feast,” Dumbledore’s voice interrupted. She planted a kiss on her nephew’s forehead before following the headmaster to the table. She took her usual spot beside Severus, not even noticing the new but familiar face on the other side of the man. Dumbledore began his usual beginning of the year speech, this time including that due to the escape of Sirius Black, dementors would be gracing Hogwarts with their presence. “I would also like to welcome our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor R.J Lupin.” Y/N choked on her tea at the name, Severus patting her back gently as he suppressed a chuckle.

“Don’t laugh at me you git,” She said harshly.

“I wasn’t laughing,” Severus replied monotonously.

“Sure you weren’t.” Once the food was put out and she had filled her plate, she took her plate to the greenhouse to get herself ready for another year. She also just needed a minute alone, away from everyone, so she could try and process everything that was going on. As she sat at her desk to begin processing, the greenhouse doors opened. “I really don’t want to talk right now Sev,” She said without looking up.

“Good thing I’m not Severus,” A familiar voice spoke, “It’s been a long time.” She looked up to see Remus standing a few feet away from her. Her mood soured just a bit more at the sight of him.

“And who’s fault is that?” She snapped at him.

“I deserve that,” He sighed.

“Why are you here Remus? Shouldn’t you be at the feast?”

“Shouldn’t you?” Remus retorted, “I wanted to talk to you without your guard dog with you.”

“Then talk. And he isn’t my guard dog, he was there for me when I had nobody.”

“I also deserved that. Look, I just want to apologize for leaving without a word or even a letter. I thought it would be safer for you and Harry if I left, especially with my condition. It was too dangerous for me to be around you two. You didn’t deserve that.”

“If that’s all you have to say, then good night.”

“Talk to me Y/N! Yell at me, throw things, do something!” Remus shouted at her. She shot out of her chair, rushed around her desk and got in his face. Her heart raced with anger, her head spinning as tears sprung in her eyes.

“You want me to talk, fine, I’ll talk. You left me when I had nobody! My brother just died and you up and left! And then Peter died and Sirius got thrown in Azkaban and I got a baby practically thrown at me and you left me! The only person that was there for me, that got me out of bed, that got me to eat and took care of me, when I couldn’t do it myself, was Severus! He helped me and you were nowhere to be found! So fuck you Lupin, get out of my greenhouse!” She yelled at him, tears flowing down her cheek, chin trembling as she held back sobs.

“Y/N ple-”

“Get out! Get out of here before I do something I regret!” With that, Remus walked out of the greenhouse, leaving a sobbing Y/N alone, once again. That was the way Severus found her about 20 minutes later and, once again, he was left to pick up the pieces Remus had left behind.

“Darling, what happened? Why are you so upset?” Severus asked her, his voice filled with concern. When she didn’t answer, Severus became even more concerned but connected the dots. “Lupin came to see you, I’ll kill him.” She let out a teary chuckle at the threat he said under his breath.

“He came into my office, I thought it was you at first because I hadn’t looked up but I was wrong. He apologized and then wanted me to say something to him and I just screamed at him. It felt good to finally get it all out but it still hurts,” She finally explained.

“I’m glad that the foul git got what he deserved. Do you want to talk about it?” She had nodded her head and the two talked for nearly 3 hours, about everything that was going on. Severus reassuring her as they talked and validating her feelings and her thoughts as the conversation continued. They had moved their conversation to a sofa she had in her office, eventually talking until they fell asleep. That was how Minerva found the pair when she had been wanting to chat with Y/N about Remus’ new position in the school. In all of the years she had known Severus, she had never seen the man sleep, let alone even yawn, so imagine her surprise seeing one of the most beloved professors sleep on a couch with the most dreaded professors together, not only just sleeping but snuggled together. Severus had his arms wrapped around her in a seemingly protective manner, Y/N’s head dipped down, resting on his chest, one arm around his waist, the other tucked into her chest.

Minerva just knew that she had to tell Albus and Sybil about the sight she took in. Before leaving the greenhouse office, she made sure that the lights were out and the two of them were covered in a blanket Y/N had lying around in her office. Minerva finally left the office with a smile on her face and a warmed heart at the sight.

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severussnaperevived · 8 months

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Y/N: receives letter from Severus saying come to my office now

Y/N: walks into Severus's office "I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight, none of us will be able to walk tomorrow"

Y/N: suddenly notices Dumbledore and McGonagall are standing in his office

Dumbledore: clears throat "actually the important news is no longer that important, I want to learn more of what you two have been up to"

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lulublack90 · 1 month

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Prompt 20 - Manegro Potion

@wolfstarmicrofic March 20, word count 465

The Marauders had always been pranksters. Even before they’d started calling themselves Marauders. But since Sirius and Remus had gotten together, the pranking had escalated. It was as if their being together had opened up a new pranking platform.

Today’s prank involved a vast amount of Manegro Potion that Sirius had charmed the House Elves out of the way so Remus could pour the potion into the barrels of Pumpkin Juice and all the tea and coffee pots. They’d even put it in the water pitchers and placed a glamour over them so they appeared empty. It was going to be massive.

Remus, Sirius, James and Peter watched with glee on their faces as the entire school, including the professors, all enjoyed their breakfasts and drank their beverages.

It started slowly. Emmeline Vance’s ponytail grew from halfway down her back to the edge of the bench. Gideon and Fabian Prewett grew matching mullets, and Marlene's fringe snuck down into her eyes.

Soon, the entire school was sprouting hair at an alarming rate. Snape’s greasy locks looked even more like curtains as his hair grew down to his waist. Dumbledore looked like a yeti as his already long hair and beard flowed across the floor.

Remus jabbed Sirius’s side and pointed at the Slytherin table, where Regulus sat in horror as his hair grew to the same length as Sirius’s.

“Ha, mini Sirius!” James barked out loud enough for Regulus to hear him, and pure rage covered his face. Sirius didn’t find it funny either and sulked until he saw Peter lift a glass of water to his lips.

“PETER!” But too late. Peter drank the potion.

“What? What?” He squeaked as his sandy hair grew from his head.

“Peter, we did say not to drink anything at breakfast.” Remus shook his head at his friend.

“Oops,” Peter blushed as his face disappeared under his mop of hair.

Sirius snuggled into Remus’s side.

“Remus, my love. I think we have outdone ourselves.” He sighed happily as they observed the chaos they had caused.

“SIRIUS BLACK, REMUS LUPIN!!! DETENTION!!! ONE WEEK!!!!” They flinched as Professor McGonagall screamed at them as she hurriedly undid the rapidly expanding neat bun at the back of her head before the weight of it caused neck damage.

They turned to James, wondering why he hadn’t been given detention as well and nearly fell off the bench as they laughed uncontrollably. James, feeling left out, had drunk the potion-laced pumpkin juice and currently, his thick, messy, black hair was growing straight up and showing no signs of falling. Sirius and Remus looked at each other, tears of joy spilling from their eyes as they silently decided that the week of detention had been worth it just to see James’s two-foot-tall tower of hair.

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