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Delicate, Chapter One: Mary

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ok so. here it is. i’m so fucking terrified hahahaha

i’d like to specify that 1) this is an experiment 2) i’m not 100% sure where i’m going w it and i don’t even know what title to put but i’ll think about it (eventually) 3) i’ll post it here on tumblr first and *maybe* one day i’ll publish it on ao3. for now, however, i want this to stay here where i can change/delete whenever i want :)

and, 4) english isn’t my first language, so bear with me. Enjoy!

CW: drinking, mentions of drug abuse, mommy issues™️

It was very fucking hot.

Too fucking hot, in Narcissa’s opinion.

The windows of her car were rolled down, her sweaty forehead rested against the wheel, hair sticking to the melting plastic. There were many things to be annoyed at, really, but all Narcissa could think about were those suitcases in the back seats behind her, and the realisation she had run away from home.

“He followed in his brother’s footsteps, surely. Poor Walburga, she must be destroyed now that even her spare star has abandoned her.”

Regulus was only 18, and arguably Narcissa’s favourite cousin: he cared about their family’s reputation in the acting and music industry, just like her, and he was willing to do everything to become famous, for his name’s sake.

Oh, he had also been left behind and forgotten by an older sibling, which was another thing they had bonded over.

Narcissa thought that out of everyone in that deranged family, Regulus was the one she could really, fully understand.

Except maybe Narcissa didn’t know him that well after all, because he had left. As soon as he had legally become an adult, he had hopped off that derailing train that was the Black family, and had continued to pursue his acting career independently from his mother.

And Narcissa was still there.

24 years old, still following her parents’ orders like a puppet, her strings attached to her Father’s label. It had probably fucked her up a bit: it would’ve broken her Mother’s heart to know, but she had been running on drugs and alcohol for years now.

And drugs and alcohol were in her system while she was standing in her room, the news about Regulus still floating in her head.

She had been here before.

When Sirius had left.

When Andy-

She had thrown all the clothes she could fit into two suitcases, filled a couple of bags with few personal belongings (papers, essential equipment for singing) and she had gotten into her Mercedes, and started the engine.

But now the high had worn off, and she was slowly boiling to death in the cabin of her car, parked in front of a building she couldn’t even look at.

“If you ever change your mind, Narcissa, this is the address. My brother and I would be delighted to work with you.”

The Bones Records building was towering over her, glorious. Presumptuous, even, like Amelia Bones herself. Daring her to enter with a shine of its windows, a sparkle of her eyes.

In the end, she had stepped out of the car.

And Narcissa Black stepped into a new life.

Mary was pacing back and forth in the cold November air, an impossibly heavy usb drive in her pocket, trying to slow down her own heartbeat.

And, possibly, ring the doorbell of the mansion standing in front of her.

That day, Mary had taken a detour after work, her mind set on a plan. But right at the last step, she had discovered that the possibility of changing her future with a simple touch terrified her, and so she hesitated.

She had done scarier things in her past: babysitting her younger, reckless brothers, eating the suspicious meals her high school had to offer, doing her homework while the teacher was collecting it.

Pushing a button should sound like an incredibly simple task.

With herculean effort, she rang the doorbell.

No answer.

She rang again.

“Coming, coming!” chanted a slightly irritated woman, stomping towards the door.

Mary knew that voice, of course.

She’d listened to it for years.

Leaning against the doorframe, with an inquisitive look, was Narcissa Black.

However, with her long, blonde hair precariously pinned up, sporting old pyjamas and bags under her eyes, the singer was very different from how Mary was used to seeing her in magazines and interviews.

Wait, what time was it? It had gotten dark, how long had Mary been walking up and down the street like an idiot?

“Hello? Anything i can do for you?” asked Narcissa, with a raised brow.

“Uhm, yes, actually,” replied Mary, now intent on getting this whole conversation over with. “I’m Mary Macdonald. I’ve been your fan since your debut under the Black Studios-“

“Sorry, girl, but if you want an autograph, showing up at my door isn’t exactly the best way to get it.” interrupted Narcissa, now clearly annoyed by the whole situation.

But Mary had come prepared.

“It’s not an autograph i’m after, really. I wanted you to listen to these songs-“

“You’re brave, I’ll admit, knocking at my door in the middle of the night. But i’m no talent scout, so I suggest you take your songs, that i bet are very promising, and take them to someone that will know what to do with them. Maybe try contacting them a bit earlier.” sniffed Narcissa, already closing the door. Her movements were a bit slow, careful, like her hand could slip from the handle if she didn’t focus on it.

“Wait!” Mary stopped the door with her foot, fully catching Narcissa’s attention. She smelled of alcohol, but Mary guessed that famous people could afford getting wasted whenever they wanted, even on a random Tuesday night.

“Please. I want to become a singer, and I need you to listen to this. If you don’t like it, or think it’s not good enough, I won’t bother you, but i need someone to give me a chance. Please.” Mary pleaded, trying her best to convey her desperation through her eyes. Never once in her life had she ever begged for something, but God did she hate it. She was willing to make this sacrifice, for once.

Narcissa regarded her carefully, considering how big of a threat (or annoyance) the young woman in front of her could be. She sighed.

“Fine, come inside. And close the door.”

Mary followed the woman (who was muttering about how bravery, audacity and stupidity all go hand in hand) into her home. Honestly, she didn’t think she would’ve gotten this far with the plan, and when realized she was stepping into Narcissa Black’s residence, she tried to memorize every single detail.

The white walls were decorated with various paintings in different styles, and there were magazines everywhere, left open on the articles about members of the Black family: Bellatrix’s imminent marriage, Regulus’ Oscar nomination, Sirius’ new dog…

Mary wondered if, one day, her mother would be reading news about her from magazines, too. If she was ever going to swallow her pride, accepting that she had been wrong all along.

But first, she needed someone to get her into the Bones Studios.

She had heard Amelia and Edgar Bones weren’t afraid of working with new, young artists. They took risks in their investments, and Narcissa was a clear example of that: working with a fleeting, already successful singer and changing her whole image was a dangerous move, but it had made the label famous: the twins undoubtedly owed part of their success to Narcissa, and Mary hoped she could sneakily make her way under the singer’s wing and work her way up from there.

So. she had to get Narcissa’s approval.

“Ignore the mess, you chose a bad night to come knocking at my door.” said the woman, plopping herself onto a red velvet sofa and picking a half-full glass of wine from the round coffee table in front of her. She took a sip, opened her expensive laptop (one day Mary, one day), but then she gulped and started clicking the keys agitatedly, like she had seen something disturbing on the screen and desperately wanted to delete it.

Mary stood awkwardly in front of her, the usb drive in her hand and a mess in her head.

“So? Are you going to stand there and do nothing? Take seat, give me that drive, and have a glass of wine, honey, you look horrified.” prompted Narcissa, pointing to the couch and the bottle in front of her with her chin.

“Oh I…I don’t drink,” replied Mary, giving the other woman her drive and sitting down. The couch was surprisingly comfortable, the material soft. The whole house, although a bit messy and smelling of alcohol, felt expensive. One day, one day.

“Mh, I should’ve guessed,” smiled Narcissa, looking up from the screen for an instant.

“You should’ve seen your face when you came in! Nose scrunched like a child. Are you doing it for religious reasons?”

“Not really,” Mary watched Narcissa getting up and searching for something around her, inside a bag, under the table. It was a long story, and surely not one enjoyable enough to be a conversation starter, so she just kept quiet.

“Well, it’s not like you have to get blacked-out drunk every time you drink. I hope one day you’ll find it in yourself to enjoy some tasteful liquor again.” Narcissa replied, pulling out a set of headphones from the sofa’s pillows.

“Now, I’ll listen to your…15 songs?!” Narcissa gave her an incredulous look. “That’s a whole-ass album! Did you write it yourself?”

“I wrote the music, the lyrics, arranged everything together, and sang. But it’s just…something i’ve been working on as practice, since i couldn’t get into a conservatory. I ended up liking it, though”

For Mary, her lack of professional musical knowledge was a sore subject: she had tried to make up for it on her own, but most talent scouts lost interest in her after guessing her family’s financial situation, so she’d had to compensate her lack of money with an abundance of nerve.

And there she was. Sitting on Narcissa Black’s couch, waiting for her opinion on her work like a sinner’s soul on Judgement Day.

Mary, upon telling Narcissa (born rich and famous) about her self-studying, had expected disdain, but surprisingly, Narcissa was looking at her with something uncannily resembling respect.

Mary watched her wine-stained lips curl with fondness. “‘No one cares about artists unless they’re not penniless’, right?”

“You can say that, yeah”

“Then I’ll be the one to start. I’ll be back in…63 minutes. Don’t wander around the house. The bathroom is the first room on the right, next to the painting of the girl with her tits out.”

Mary nodded, but stayed on the couch. Her leg kept bouncing, her palms were sweaty, and Narcissa was looking right at her, which was really not helping. She couldn’t even let her mind drift somewhere more calming, since that pair of blue, wide-opened eyes were fixed on hers.

Just as Mary had started to worry the eye contact would last all 63 minutes, Narcissa inhaled sharply and conjoined her hands in front of her face, like a prayer, closing her eyes.

Were all artists this…strange?

Narcissa stayed like that for about 37 minutes, and now Mary suspected she had fallen asleep.

Mary went to the bathroom, appreciated the painting’s tits, came back. The scene hadn’t changed.

After a while, Narcissa lowered her headset, deep in thought, eyes still closed.

Then she got up swiftly, removed the drive from the computer, and led Mary to the door. “I’ll talk to Amelia. Give me your phone number and I’ll let you know in a few days. Can you send me a copy of the tracks? I want her to listen to your work.”

“…Just like this? You don’t have any…criticism, comments, questions, anything? I made you listen to my songs and-“

“Mary,” Narcissa interrupted, taking the girl’s face in her hands in an unexpected display of affection. “I like your style. You have an amazing voice, the songs are surprisingly good for a beginner. You lack a bit of technique and some aspects need to be refined, but it’s nothing a bit of practice can’t solve.” She patted her cheek. “Plus, you have the guts, and they’re always useful in the music industry. Let me talk to Amelia. I’ll get back to you.”

“I-Woah. Thank you. Woah. Okay, uhm, this is my number…” After Narcissa had typed and double-checked the digits (double-checked! Was she really going to call her back?), she gave her her email address, wished her goodnight, and Mary was left standing in the porch, still shocked.

It was happening. It was really, actually happening. Oh, Mary wanted to scream, to walk up and down the street like she had done just two hours before: she caught Narcissa Black’s attention! Her dreams had a chance of finally coming true, the life she had always wanted was getting closer and-

“Wait,” Narcissa’s head reappeared, temporarily knocking Mary out of her hysterical state. “Before you go…how did you find my address?”

“Y-You’re a famous singer. It wasn’t that hard.”

“Ugh. What a bother. Whatever, goodnight.”

Mary was lightly strumming her guitar, humming lyrics quietly on her bed, window open despite the cold. She loved those early-winter afternoons, when the sun sunk earlier and the air was crisp, the smell of rain a constant reminder of the clouds in the sky.

Narcissa hadn’t called her yet, but it had only been a couple of days, so Mary still held hope and spent most of her free time in her room practising and recording.

Then her mother entered her bedroom. She had just come back from work, still had the shoes and jacket on. Mary hadn’t noticed her at first, but she immediately stopped playing when she did, feeling guilty and then hating herself for it.

To be completely honest, Mary wasn’t sure her mum liked her.

She loved Mary, of course, but because she happened to be her mother. Not because she chose to. Affection born from blood, something a mother is expected to give.

“Mum, I didn’t hear you come in, do you need me to lay the table for dinner?” Mary asked, watching her mother sitting down on the bed in front of her.

She was eyeing her guitar, her notebook and her computer like she didn’t know what to do with them. What to do with Mary.

“No, no, it’s okay. Your brother can do it, he’s old enough now,” she answered with a weak smile, still not meeting Mary’s gaze. She knew the two of them looked quite similar: same dark skin, curly hair, the same dimples that appeared when they smiled. However, Mary also noticed her mother’s wrinkles, proof of a life spent worrying and worrying, the way her shoulders seemed to be carrying the weight of the world, the way she sighed instead of exhaling when she breathed.

“Are you playing something?”

“Yes, actually,” Mary knew this was an attempt. It wouldn’t get them anywhere, but she was thankful for it regardless. “Do you want to listen?”

“…it would be a waste of time, darling, you know I don’t really get these…things,” her mother replied, still smiling sadly with her hands on her lap.

One step forward, two steps back, always retreating. Mary didn’t know what was she expecting, really. Her mother never got it, and had never showed any interest in trying.

“Did you want to talk about something specific?” Mary asked, curtly.

Her mum stayed silent for a moment.

“…Let me read a verse or two, love,” she complied. Mary offered her the notebook, carefully watching her read her songs, her soul.

“Do you like them?”

Mary was met with unreadable dark eyes. And a sad smile. Mary was so tired of sad smiles.

Narcissa said they were good. She just wants you to give up.

She closed her stinging eyes, and felt the warmth of a calloused hand on her face.

“You’re a beautiful girl, Mary,”

“…So?”

“You could get a good job easily-“

“I do have a job” Mary glared at her mother, swatting her hand away.

“A part-time job-“ she replied, slightly frustrated.

“Did you want to talk about anything specific?” Mary could hear her voice break and feel a tear run down her cheek. Fuck.

The two just stared at each other.

Mary wished she didn’t have to choose between her mother’s approval and herself.

“It’s nothing, really. I’ll go make dinner.”

Another step back.

And Mary was alone in her room.

narcissa black here, i need you to come to my place asap.

if this isn’t mary macdonald, i was joking. this isn’t narcissa black, it was a prank.

Mary had just come back from her morning shift at the cafe (Madame Puddifoot, serving the best food!), when Narcissa texted her. She had almost tripped on the doorway.

this is mary macdonald

sorry, do you mind sending the address?

Narcissa replied shortly after.

…you funny bitch.

Mary was at Narcissa’s place in thirty minutes, and before she could even lift her hand, Narcissa had opened the door, leaning against it. She was dressed casually, hair down and eyes bright with trouble.

“Hello sweetie, thanks for coming,” Narcissa greeted, but she kept standing there, a bit awkwardly.

“…Hi, has something happened? Did Amelia call you?”

Narcissa’s eyes widened.

“Oh no, love, I would’ve told you if I had heard from her. But something did happen, yes, and I wanted to show you,” she said with a smile, moving towards the middle of the doorway. Mary jumped back in horror, but she managed to not scream: Narcissa had a fucking snake, with black and blue scales, wrapped around her forearm. And it looked terribly real and alive.

“Narcissa what the hell??”

But the woman was still smiling, delighted by Mary’s reaction and the creature slithering up her arm. “I bought a snake!”

“I can fucking see it! But why?”

“If you’re going to be so loud about it, it’s better if we go inside,” and Narcissa led Mary to the living room. Everything looked tidier than last time, even Narcissa herself seemed more put together, although she was playing with a potentially poisonous reptile while walking towards the red sofa.

“…You’d better put it in its tank, Narcissa,” Mary suggested sitting as far from her as possible. The other woman just looked at her in confusion.

“Tank?”

Mary blinked slowly. “Where do you keep it, Narcissa?”

“I don’t have a dedicated place for her yet, but I was thinking of keeping her in my room.” Narcissa answered, offering a finger to the dark snake.

“Didn’t they give you a tank at the pet shop? And why are you putting you fingers near her?” Mary was staring at Narcissa, appalled. How did this woman survive for so long?

“She’s not poisonous, she kills by strangling her preys,” Narcissa said like a proud mother, “And they did give me a tank, but I didn’t like it so I threw it away. I was thinking of letting her sleep next to me.”

“That’s-I’m-“ Mary stuttered, “God. We’re getting a tank, before she kills you in your sleep. Let’s go, I’ll drive.” She got up and took her car keys.

“Can I bring her with me? I don’t want her to feel lonely,” Narcissa explained as the snake made its way around her neck. Mary was progressively getting more and more afraid of Narcissa getting strangled under her very own eyes.

“Just…sit in the backseat and don’t get killed?”

“She would never. I’m her Ma,” Narcissa smiled grabbing a coat, a hat and sunglasses, probably to avoid being recognised in public. The downside of being a celebrity, Mary assumed, although her showy and very much alive necklace probably wasn’t of much help keeping a low profile.

When Mary had mustered up the courage to knock at Narcissa’s door, she hadn’t expected this: walking down the aisle of a pet store pushing a rusty cart, looking for a tank for Narcissa Black’s latest (and murderous) purchase.

She had been enthusiastic to find out she could decorate the tank, so she was looking for the rocks that would fit best with the rest of the furniture in her bedroom.

Because she wanted to keep the snake in her room, the freak.

“Just a question, Narcissa…How long have you had her?”

She turned around and checked her shiny watch. “About six hours. Why?”

“Was just wondering if you had actually slept with the thing. It sounds pretty dangerous.”

“Oh no, but we did take a nap together. I couldn’t find her when I woke up,” she turned back to the rocks. The black ones seemed to have piqued her interest.

“I still don’t know what to call her. Any suggestions?”

“Narcissa junior?” suggested Mary.

“That’s lazy. I want something…meaningful. Think about snakes. What do they do?”

Oh, so she was serious about it.

“I don’t know, they crawl around, lay eggs, eat rabbits…”

“Rabbits! I can work with that…White Rabbit?” Narcissa offered.

“It’s a bit long. Is it an Alice in Wonderland reference?” Mary answered.

“…Yeah, never-mind. What about Bunny?” Narcissa looked at Mary from above her heart-shaped sunglasses.

“You want to call your snake Bunny, because she eats rabbits.”

“Yes. It’s ironic, it’s cute, it’s perfect. Bunny.”

“Bunny it is, then.” Mary sighed with a soft smile, as Narcissa put the black rocks in the cart. “Why did you even buy a pet snake?”

“I have many reasons. But I won’t explain myself, and you’ll have to deal with it.”

“Fair. Why did you text me, though?” Mary asked. She was just a random fan, after all, and although she wasn’t complaining, she was a bit disoriented.

Narcissa simply shrugged. “Because Amelia would’ve ripped me to pieces, Edgar would’ve acted like a disappointed father, and I’ve listened to your songs, so we’re basically best friends now.”

“You see, it’s the last passage that I don’t get,” Mary replied while Narcissa put the rocks in the shopping cart. “Do you consider friends all the singers you listen to?”

Narcissa walked next to her as they were approaching the register. “Only the ones that make me feel like I know them. Mary, I don’t think you understand the power music holds.”

The cashier, a poor teenage girl, was too worried about the snake wrapped around Narcissa’s neck to question her suspicious outfit.

“Is-is that a real snake?”

“Yes, darling. Why are you surprised, we’re in a pet shop, after all,” Narcissa answered, lowering her sunglasses. The cashier’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Are-are you Narcissa Black?”

“Yes, sweetie. I’d like to pay for my little girl’s needs, please.”

“S-sure.”

Mary watched the girl, and wondered if her hands were trembling because of the reptile or Narcissa.

As I was saying, Mary,” the woman continued once they were out of the shop, marching towards the car.

“Music is powerful. One of the best things about being a songwriter is that you can reveal the world all the thoughts you keep in your mind, the memories you hold close, your regrets or hopes. I liked your songs, Mary, because when I listened to them I got to know you. Music is clearly very important to you, you’re a voice screaming to be heard, love.”

“Narcissa,” Mary called, voice a bit hoarse. She had to shut her up in some way or she’d start crying in the car park and then die of embarrassment.

“Mary,” She replied.

“Should Amelia refuse to sign a contract with me, I want you to know that I’m glad you gave me a chance. It’s more than anyone has ever done, so thank you.” Mary smiled, grateful.

Narcissa looked at her, layers and layers of emotions Mary couldn’t quite decipher in her eyes.

“It’s nothing, really,” she nodded towards the car, not too far from them. “Now get in, before you start crying in the middle of a car park.”

“No offense, but fuck you.” Mary replied pulling out the keys, while Narcissa laughed, Bunny resting around her shoulders.

come to my place

there’s a surprise for you

For the third time that week, Mary knocked at Narcissa’s door. She was getting used to the singer’s cryptic texts, and had learnt to expect the unexpected: she was now wondering if Narcissa had bought a snake for her, too, or if she had found some top-quality tree branches for Bunny’s tank and needed an opinion.

However, when Amelia Bones opened the front door, Mary was admittedly caught by surprise.

“Amelia Bones,” she offered her hand, straight to the point. Mary held it, but she was interrupted before she could even introduce herself.

“So here’s the Mary Macdonald I’ve heard so much about. Come inside, you have a contract to sign,” she lead her to Narcissa’s kitchen, like it was her own house. Narcissa was sitting on a tall seat and leaning on the marble counter, placid like a cat.

Amelia and Narcissa looked quite similar, next to each other. The blonde, straight hair, the attentive eyes, the relaxed demeanor of someone who doesn’t get fucked with.

Overall, really intimidating.

“A few days ago, I happened to receive an email by our dearest Narcissa, with 15 songs and just two words, ‘Mary Macdonald’” began Amelia, in a calm tone. “Of course, I’m used to Narcissa’s enigmatic shit, so I wasn’t at all surprised by her temporary loss of words,” the other woman smiled at that.

“What did surprise me, though, were the tracks. I really liked them, Mary. So, I called Narcissa to explain the situation to me.”

Mary just nodded: most of her attention was focused on trying to read Amelia, the way she talked, her movements, her expressions. The rest was consumed by stopping herself from fidgeting.

“You are a brave one, girl. I appreciate that in an artist,” Amelia’s smile dropped. “But I need more. I’m not asking for a musical genius, of course. I need the promise of a star, something we can work with to create a legend. The substance is there, but we need to shape it to make you survive the industry, and it will take some time. You following me?”

“Yes,” replied Mary, because it seemed like an obvious question that still required an explicit, confident answer. Amelia seemed to appreciate it.

“Then this is where Narcissa comes in. She’s offered to become your guide, and help you in this process.”

“I won’t try to change you, Mary,” Narcissa chimed in, “I would help you on the technical preparation and with getting used to this type of life, and once we’re sure you can stand on your feet, we’ll let you go. In this way, I’ll lift some weight off of Amelia’s shoulders,” she smiled, patting her friend’s back, “who will only have to work on the production of the album. After all, the Bones Studios are still relatively small, all in the hands of the Bones twins alone. Are you in? You’re still in time to chicken out.”

Narcissa’s smile was challenging.

Amelia’s was unreadable.

Maybe they weren’t that similar, after all.

“I don’t see why I would refuse,” Mary replied. “Where do I sign?”

Amelia took out the contract, Mary read every single word carefully (and missed the impressed glance that passed between the other two women), and then signed it.

“Welcome to the family, Macdonald. Got any questions?”

“Please, Amelia, you’re itching to get out of here. I can play the evil manager for tonight.” Narcissa intervened, with raised eyebrows.

“It’s work, private matters come second. Mary, do you have any doubts about the contract? Or questions?”

“Not really, everything was pretty clear, and now Narcissa is legally obliged to answer all of my questions, so…”

“You heard her!” laughed Narcissa, “Now go or you’ll be late to your date.”

Amelia grabbed her coat from a chair, heading towards the door but still talking business. “Narcissa will tell me when she considers you ready to work on your debut album.”

“Yeah we know! Hurry, your Hestia is waiting!” Narcissa mocked as Amelia, who was flipping her off, closed the door behind herself.

“Hello,” Narcissa greeted, once it was just the two of them. “We’re coworkers now.”

“It seems so, yeah. That was…fast.” Mary answered, still a bit shaken.

She had just signed a contract with a label.

A real label.

And Narcissa Black was going to teach her to become a proper singer.

The Narcissa Black.

Mary was euphoric.

“Listen, I know you don’t drink, but I think we deserve to celebrate. Do you want a sip?” Narcissa said, pulling out an expensive-looking wine bottle and two fancy glasses.

“No pressure. If you don’t drink, I won’t either.”

Mary considered the offer. She was ecstatic, and she had grown to trust Narcissa, so maybe a glass wouldn’t be so harmful.

“Okay.” she answered, aware she didn’t sound too sure.

“Okay?” Narcissa repeated.

“I’ll take a glass. It’s the beginning of a new era, Narcissa.” Mary assured, sounding more certain. She felt like she could fight God, she wasn’t letting a glass of wine scare her anymore.

“That’s what I like to hear, sweetie,” Narcissa smiled, filling the two glasses. “Oh, and you can call me Cissa. You’re my student now!”

“Having you as a teacher will truly be an experience.” Mary grinned, lifting the glass to her lips.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

When Mary left Narcissa’s house, she did so with a newfound hope, and the taste of wine strong but harmless on her lips.

shoutout to @prongsxsluv for being the first to hear abt this <3

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#let me know if you want more parts!!#the povs will switch and the chapters will be shorter #but since it’s the first it’s almost all #mary #still anxious af #i’ll tag some ppl later #marauders #marauders era #nobleflower #marylily #mary macdonald #narcissa black #amelia bones #marauders era girls #there will be the boys too #at some point lmao #fic: delicate

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The Tortured Poets Department as The Marauders Era (part one)

grab a drink, i'm about to talk your ear off

Fortnight - Regulus Black & James Potter

From Regulus' POV

I headcannon that for a short period James and Regulus were together in secret where only Sirius, Pandora and Alice knew about their relationship. They broke up during James sixth year and Regulus' fifth after Regulus started ignoring James because he was mad at James for "helping" Sirius run away. (he has a bit of a victim complex)

To me this song is Regulus looking back on his relationship with James. "I was a functioning alcoholic, til nobody noticed my new aesthetic" feels like something Regulus would definitely do. He puts on this big show just to see if anyone would notice but nobody ever does. It's the youngest sibling in him.

"All this to say I hope you're okay, but you're the reason, and no one here's to blame, but what about your quiet treason," is Regulus referring to Sirius running away. Regulus saw it as James choosing Sirius over him and although James didn't want to choose, if he had to, he would choose Sirius.

The chorus i think speaks for itself. "And for a fortnight there, we were forever, run into you sometimes, as about the weather, now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbours, your wife waters flowers, i want to kill her" being Regulus' thoughts on the relationship. They thought they could've been forver but was quickly reminded of who they were and where they were. Now they hardly speak but because of circumstances (the war, the small small wizarding world) still have tabs on each other. And ofc Lily being James' wife and Regulus hating her. Possibly not only because she married James and because James loves her more then he ever loved him, but also because she's muggleborn.

In the second chorus it changes slightly to "My husband is cheating, I want to kill him" Regulus' "husband" is Voldemort and he's cheating in the war with the horcruxes. And ofc Regulus wants to kill him for bringing Kreacher into it.

Despite the fact that James moved on I don't think Regulus ever did. I think he tried, but what he had with James was the closest thing he had to having it all.

"I love you, it's ruining my life, i touched you for only a fortnight"

The Tortured Poets Department - Emmeline Vance & Remus Lupin after 1987

From Emmelines POV.

I am the only person who thinks this because I am the only person with this headcannon but I stand by this with my entire soul.

To give you the short version, in my headcannons Emmeline and Remus spend the majority of the 80s together because Emmeline is a talented healer and is asked by Dumbledore to take care of Remus after the full moons

They have a really solid friendship for the first half of the eighties until something happened in 1987 (which i won't bore you with) and it makes their entire relationship crumble

I am obviously looking at this song from a platonic prospective here. Lyrics such as "You smokes then age seven bars of chocolate, We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist" reflects the late night conversations they had and the meaningless of it all. They weren't friends because they got along, they were friends because they were the only ones left from the younger ones of the Order. But the "who's going to hold you like me?" is also true. They were all each other had and it was enough and without it they were empty.

They were putting up with every demon in each others heads because it had to be worth it because if it wasn't then where would they be?

My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys - Pandora Lovegood and Regulus Black

From Pandoras POV.

I feel like not many people speak about how damaging their friendship could've been for Pandora. Keeping in mind that Regulus had always been a purist and believed in Voldemort enough to keep photos and arrivals about him and his followers hung in his bedroom.

I think Pandora loved Regulus but Regulus was a hard person to love. There was only one way for Regulus to go and he was dragging Pandora down with him.

I think lines like "here we go again, voices in his head, called the rain the end our days of wild" could reflect how Pandora felt once Regulus got the mark or was close to getting the mark. I don't think Regulus would've ever told Pandora straight up that he was a death eater but I definitely think she knew anyway.

Regulus had a phase where he kept trying to get Pandora to leave. He didn't want to drag her down with him but it was either that or she goes. Without telling her why exactly he no longer wanted her around he was pulling her back and forth. She didn't want to leave. She wanted to go back to the time when they were best friends without consequences which i think shows with the outro. "Just say when, Id play again, he was my best friend down at the sandbox, i felt more when we played pretend"

Down Bad - Remus Lupin after 1981

I think this is very obvious but I will go into detail anyway

I don't think this is just about Remus' thoughts towards Sirius but also to James, Lily and Peter.

Remus (as much as he didn't want to) felt resentment towards his friends for what happened. He was gone with the werewolves and risking everything for them just for them to die anyway! It wasn't right for him to be mad at them but he was anyway. "Tell me I was the chosen one, showed me that this world is bigger than us, then send me back where i came from" is how i think he was feeling in terms of them. Remus spent the majority of his childhood thinking that he would never have any friends other then his parents. He meets the Marauders and is silly enough to think that everything would be okay just for him to end up friendless again at the age of 21

And then we have Sirius which... of corse this is about him.

"I loved your hostile take-overs, encounters closer and closer, all your indecent exposers, how dare you say that it's? I'll build you a fort on some planet, where they can all understand it, how dare you think it's romantic, leaving me safe and stranded? Cause fuck it i was in love, so fuck you if i can't have us"

The words kinda speak for themselves

So Long, London - Mary MacDonald leaving the wizarding world

I don't think Mary is speaking/thinking about one particular person here but the entire wizarding world as a whole. Those she loved and didn't.

Being a Muggleborns would be hard enough to to be one of the only ones in your house must’ve been worse. Lily had Severus to help her navigate the wizarding world while Mary had no one and while also being friends with Sirius, James, Peter and Remus who all were from wizarding families it was easy for her to feel left out in the world.

With such events such as Mulciber’s attack on her and seeing the constant attacks on muggle families she felt unwelcomed. “I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist, I kept calm and carried the weight of the riff” is Mary putting up with all of the bigotry from her classmates because she saw the magic that the world had to offer. She loves her friends and loves being a witch. She loves Hogwarts and Quidditch and she wants the world to accept her but no matter what she does they won't

I think it also sucked for her to see her muggleborn friends thrive. Lily became head girl and married James and had Harry. Dirk also found love and became quidditch captain. Dahlia found a way to incorporate magic into her muggle job (preforming) and also found love. Meanwhile Mary couldn't seem to get a break. The lyrics "you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? i died on the altar waitin for the proof" isn't her speaking to someone but more so like a wizard god (not dumbledore) She's saying "where's my reason for staying? where's the love of my life? where's the passion that's going to make this worth it?"

The Bridge is her as she leaves. In my hcs she leaves right before everyone joins the Order. She was considering it but decided against it and left while leaving five letters behind. One to James & Lily, Dirk, Marlene, Remus and Dahlia & Camelia explaining herself.

"And you say I abandoned the ship, but i was going down with it"

"my friends said it isn't right to be scared"

and the chorus

"how much sad did you think i had, did you think i had in me? how much tragedy? just how low did you, think i'd go fore id self-implode? fore i'd have to go be free?"

But Daddy I Love Him - Andromeda Black & Ted Tonks

From Andromedas POV

Do I even need to explain this?

I feel like I should just for the sake of the post but I'll just feel like I'm mansplaining (says the person who isn't even a man)

LIKE ITS JUST SO THEM

"I just learned these people only raise you, to cage you" is sooooo the black family

"Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid" "Growinf up precocious sometimes means, not growing up at all" LIKE HELLO???? ANDY IS THAT YOU???

"stay away from her, the saboteurs protested too much" being Bellatrix trying to stop them because she knew how bad it could end but Andy not caring

The only thing that doesn't match is that Andromedas family does not come around at all (looking at you Bellatrix "let me kill my niece" Lestrange

BUT OTHER THEN THAT ITS PERFECT

Fresh Out The Slammer - Sirius Black & Harry Potter

Listennnnn, I know we were all thinking wolfstar and trust me i was half finished writing about them to this song but this is Sirius and Harry.

"Now pretty baby, im running back home to you, fresh out the slammer i know who my first call will be to" speaks for itself i think. One of the first things Sirius did after escaping Azkaban was seeing Harry at private drive. He didn't need to be there, he knew Peter wasn't there. He was there because he had to see Harry. He had to remember who he was doing this all for

The pre-chorus being Sirius while he was locked up. "In the shade of how he was feeling" could represent Sirius spending a big part of his time in Azkaban thinking about what Harry must think of him.

"As i said in my letters, now that I know better, I will never lost my baby again" Sirius always being there for Harry even while on the run. He continued sending letters and even stayed in a cave just to be close to him

And "My friends tried but i wouldn't hear it, watch me daily disappearing, for just one glimpse of his smile" could be so many instances. Sirius going to Harry's Quidditch games, Sirius going to king's cross, Sirius staying in the cave, Sirius going to the Dursleys

"Now we're at the starting line, I did my time," being Sirius and Harry both thinking that the worse was behind them once they were reunited. Sirius offering Harry to live with him and Harry accepting immediately. All they wanted was each other and the family that they brought to each other.

The entire song is Sirius anticipating the life he could now have with Harry after Azkaban. After killing Peter all Sirius wanted to be was a good Godfather to Harry and he was ready to take it the first moment he got.

"No matter what i've done, it wouldn't matter anyway, ain't no way i'm gonna screw up now that i know what's at stake here."

"It's going to be alright, I did my time"

Florida!!! - Lucinda Talkalot leaving the wizarding world

This is going to be another one that only I think

Florida!!! is about escaping your issues and having a fresh start. I can see Mary being for this song also but I think it suits Lucinda's mindset a lot more

For anyone who doesn't know, Lucinda Talkalot was the Slytherin Quidditch Captain during 1976 and everything Im about to say is purely based on my own headcannons. But let me cook

In my headcannons Lucinda is a muggleborn and quickly gets tired of the wizarding world. She's sick of the bigotry and drama of it all and preferred her life as a muggle much more. Therefore she moves to America and doesn't look back, loving the rest of her life as a Muggle

Unlike Mary, Lucinda isn't doing this sadly. Mary didn't want to leave but felt the need to to keep herself and her family safe while Lucinda just doesn't want to be a witch anymore

I have a hc where it's common in the wizarding world to get married and start families early because of how small the wizarding population actually is. Unless you marry a muggle, someone from a different country (sometimes continent) or someone who is either 7 years older or younger then you in the wizarding world it's expected that you'll meet your future spouse while at school. The line "my friends all smell like weed or little babies" to me indicates that from Lucindas POV where her muggle friends are being young while her wizard friends are growing up too fast and making her feel unbalanced

Lucinda just needed a new start as many of us do but felt trapped in her life with the wizarding world attached to her. "yes in haunted, but i'm feeling just fine, all my girls got their lace and their crimes, and your cheating husband disappeared, well, no one asks any questions here" is her basking in the idea that no one is going to know anything about her once she leaves. While Mary was running away from something, Lucinda was running towards.

Despite being a muggleborn, i don't think Lucinda cares too much about the war. I think she had the mindset of "so long as they're not doing anything to me i don't care" She justified this mindset through her being in Slytherin and deciding that being quiet about the war was her best chance of survival. Because of this I don't think she properly digested the war for what it was. She left seeing the war as nothing but "wizard drama"

The bridge "I need to forget so take me to florida, i've got some regrets, i'll bury them in florida. tell me i'm despicable, say it's unforgivable, at least the dolls are beautiful, fuck me up, florida" Is her buried down guilt for leaving whatever friends she did have in a war Lucinda never let herself know how bad but she can't find it in her to go back. She just didn't want to.

Guilty as Sin? - Amelia Bones & Pandora Lovegood

Amelias POV

Oh closeted Amelia Bones who is deeply in love with Pandora Lovegood but never tells anyone other then her brother because she grew up in such a strict household in the 70s my beloved <3

But seriously we did all hear the queer undertones right? right?????

And the religious language that's used throughout the song??? y'all HAVE to be seeing the vision

And this is another headcannon that only I seem to have and I think I explained it enough (it isn't that complex tbh) but let me go into some more detail if that's okay with you

So i hc Amelia and Edgar Bones to be from a very well respected family but their grandfather nearly lost everything for the Bones family by being a deadbeat and an alcoholic. Because of this their parents are extremely strict on their children. They're obsessed with being the perfect family and "succeeding" as parents by having their children be and do great things

Their older brother Jamie gets eveything right. He becomes a healer, marries his "highschool sweetheart", has three daughters, all that jazz. Edgar (who is Amelias twin and seven minuets younger) is a mess. He fails so badly that his parents have to lie to everyone about how he died for damage control (but that's another story) And Amelia is somewhere in the middle. She becomes Head Girl, she's very smart, she starts working for the Ministry but shes a lesbian and her parents would not like that one bit

Amelia is just as obsessed as being perfect as her parents are. She wants to make them proud and be the daughter they wanted and knows the fact that she's a lesbian will make them turn on her. It doesn't matter how perfect she is.

Amelia falls in love with Pandora while they're at school and never falls in love with anyone else and it kills her that they can't be together

Guilty as Sin? is Amelias guilt when it comes to loving Pandora. Not only does she have them guilt of loving her best friend who is with someone else (Xenophilius) but also a girl

"I dream of crackin locks, throwin my life to the wolves or ocean rocks" is Amelia considering what would happen if she was to be honest with her feelings. If she told Pandora how she felt she would risk throwing everything away

"Someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk" reminds me of something i learnt while at school. I went to a Catholic school and while there we talked about how the church views gay people. We were told that The Catholic Church has no problem with people being gay so long as they don't act on it. Here Amelia could be repeating that statement to herself as a safety net. So long as she doesn't do anything she's still perfect.

All this being said, she's still just a girl who's in love with her best friend and she spends her entire life waiting for it to be okay; for Pandora to come to her. "If it's make-believe, why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?" Is Amelia still hoping and still waiting for Pandora to want her back

The bridge "If long suffering propriety is what they want from me, they don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly, i choose you and me religiously" reminds me of something i wrote for Amelia and Pandora a while ago. Here's a little part of it:

Tell her, the voice in her mind screamed. Tell her everything. That this is more than friendship for you. That you love her the way she loves Xenophilius. Tell her every single thing your rotten mind thinks. Tell her that she’s the only reason why you’re still alive. Tell her that she’s kind and caring and beautiful. Tell her that she brightens your day just by smiling and that everytime you see her sad you feel like carving out a hole in your heart. Tell her about all the things you would do for her if only she’d give you the chance. Tell her about all of the times you fell harder and harder for her eyes. Tell her that she is loved. Tell her that you love her and that you will always love her no matter what she does. She could scream at you, she could ignore you, she could kill someone, or hurt someone, or burn the entire world to the ground and you wouldn’t even blink. Tell her that she could choose every single slytherin, every single boy over you and you would still run whenever she came calling. Tell her that no matter what she is loved, because she is Pandora Lovegood and you are Amelia Bones and there is not one universe where she is not the love of your life, even if there isn’t one where you are the love of hers.

And essentially that bridge is exactly what I was trying to come across with that. In the end, she'll choose Pandora if only Pandora would let her.

And ofc the chorus speaks for itself

"What if he's written mind on my upper thigh only in my mind? one slip and fallin back into the hedge maze, oh what a way to die, i keep recalling things we never did, messy top lip kiss, how i long for our trysts, without ever touchin my skin, how can i be guilty as sin?"

Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me? - Severus Snape

There are so many people who this song could've been for in my mind so let's go through some honorable mentions before we get to Severus

My first thought while listening was Juliette Wilkes and how dangerous she could be behind the scenes. To me Juliette was a complete bitch. She was heartless but her reason for being was her desire to be loved. For whoever reason she knew she wasn't getting the happily ever after she was promised at childhood so she gave people a reason to hate her. She fought and bit and bitched and laughed.

I next went to Peter Pettigrew. Peter who was constantly overlooked by his peers and teachers, who pulled off the perfect betrayal because "who would be afraid of little old Peter?" I once compared Peter to the Earth in my writing and u stand by that statement wholeheartedly. Peter, like the earth, was collapsing in on himself because of the lack of care from others. I think the beginning of the bridge speaks the most for Peter.

We also have the obvious choice of Sirius Black speaking mostly to his family. Sirius being mad at what they did and who they made him.

There was also Dorcas Meadowes going on a killing spree after the death of Marlene. To me this song could've easily been Dorcas speaking to Regulus, Evan and Barty. Asking the question of if they only were friends with her because they thought she'd do nothing. Did they think she would sit by and let them get away with it? She's a very close second.

Finally theres Lily Evans, the muggleborn who killed The Dark Lord and ended the first wizarding world. Do I even need to say anything else?

It even could've been Remus Lupin if he had embraced his villain origin story

But despite all of that I think Severus takes the cake with this one and I think the best way to explain myself is to tell you exactly what I relate some of the lyrics to in a fast and speedy way.

"If you wanted me dead, you should've just said, nothing makes me feel more alive" Snape knowing more dark curses in his first year then the seventh years. I don't see Snape as a helpless victim to the Marauders. He fought back and I believed he liked that. He armed himself with the spells he created.

"The Scandal was contained, the bullet had just grazed, at all costs, keep your good name" The Prank. I've ranted and raved about how the prank meant nothing to The Marauders and how everything stayed the same for them but for Snape? Dude was nearly murdered by a werewolf and things just carried on as normal!! Would you be normal after that?

"Is it a wonder I broke? Let's hear one more joke" they didn't call him Snivellus Snape with affection

"I was tame, I was gentle til the circus life made me mean" "the circus life" being the wizarding world. the Marauders jokes, the friendship with Lily dissolving, the pressure of the death eaters and Malfoy

"Don't you worry folks, we took out all her teeth" Dumbledore constantly telling people during the second war that Snapes no longer a death eater. "don't worry, voldemort killed the women he loves so he ain't going back lol" (he didn't say it like that but you get my point)

"So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?" Severus being a spy for both sides while really just being a spy for Dumbledore. Severus the one who killed Dumbledore. Severus the one who led Hogwarts during its darkest days. Severus who was there when Pettigrew got away. Severus who taught the chosen one occlemancy (idk if i spelt that right) Severus who died willingly to "help" The Dark Lord. Severus who gave the chosen one the right information at the right time while on his death bed

"Say they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did?" Voldemort, Dumbledore, Lily, Lucius, The Marauders (tho they definitely meant to hurt him), i could go on.

"I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me" Save Charity and let your self go. Fight McGonagall or you'll be found out. You have to put whatever you had with James aside for the sake of the world. Don't actually fight in the battle of the seven potters!! you can't let them know who's side you're on. Betray everyone you've ever known for the sake of the greater good. And when Voldemort is about to kill you don't tell him everything, don't kill him first. you cant. your job is to die for the cause. you don't get closure.

"You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me" His abusive father. Slytherin house.

"Isn't that what they all said? that i'll sue you if you step on my lawn, that i'm fearsome and i'm wretched and i'm wrong" Severus' life as a teacher. I don't think there was one kid who actually liked him.

"Put narcotics into all of my songs, and what's why you're still singin along" to be reflects everyone constantly going to him for help. Bellatrix and Narcissa. Voldemort. Dumbledore. Even Harry trusted Snape enough to tell him about Sirius in his desperation. When worse comes to worse they're all willing to put their pride aside.

"Who's afraid of little old me? you should be" From a poor halfblood boy with no friends to the right hand man of both Dumbledore and Voldemort

The best way to explain why I picked Snape over everyone else is because while for the them I can relate certain parts of the song to them, with Severus the entire song screams him.

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - Dorcas Meadowes friendship with Regulus Black, Barty Crouch Jr & Evan Rosier

From Dorcas' POV

Y'all ever had a friend who you've known since you were young and while you were growing up they just kept getting worse and worse? Dorcas Meadowes has

Similar to Pandora I don't think we talk enough about how Dorcas' must've been feeling as Regulus, Barty and Evan got closer to the dark side

While i hc that Pandora happily let go of Barty and Evan and came to terms with them becoming Death Eaters quickly with Dorcas it was a much different story.

I think Dorcas would've wanted to hold onto them a lot more. In my headcannons Pandora is the eldest of the skittles and is a year above Dorcas and Evan. Barty and Regulus are a year below them. I think Pandora had other friends besides just them. (Amelia, Edgar, Fabian, Gideon, Benjy and Caradoc who were all in the same year as her) but Dorcas didn't. Those boys were her closest friends and although she knew the path they were going down she was still holding onto the fact that they might change their minds

"The jokes that he told across the bar, were revolting and far too loud" being anytime Dorcas heard them say anything against muggles or muggleborns. When he heard Evan in class agreeing with Bruce Mulciber a little too much for her liking

During the time where Evan, Barty and Regulus were becoming more and more bad I also hc the time where Dorcas and Marlene get together. So Dorcas starts hanging out with Marlene and her friends a little more. "They shake their heads sayin God help her, when i tell em he's my man, but your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger, I can fix him, no really, I can" is Dorcas defending the boys whenever they become the topic of conversation. She goes through a phase of "you don't know them like i do"

The bridge is Dorcas' hope, thinking that what she was doing and saying (though i don't think she did/said a lot tbh) was working. "Good boy, that's right, come close" is her inner monologue when they do anything right and "Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man" is her response to people showing genuine concern for her.

The ending "Woah, maybe I cant" is the realisation and to me the exact thought that went through her mind when she found out that they joined Voldemort.

loml - Emmeline Vance & Edgar Bones

From Emmelines POV

There are a total of 5 Edgarline shippers and i live to serve them and them only

And this song just screamsssss them after Edgar dies

In my hcs Emmeline and Edgar break up before Edgar dies but they do so with the intention of getting back together once the war is over and they're both in better places. Their survivors guilt and the pressure of Edgar being an auror and Emmeline being a healer was getting too much for them and when they started taking their grief out on each other they decided to hit pause.

To me the beginning perfectly represents their break up. "Who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames" being their desperation to be together again. "We were just kiss babe, I said "I don't mind, it takes time" i thought i was better safe than starry eyed" is their reasoning for breaking up. Putting themselves and the war before their relationship

The line "you blew in with the winds of fate" could be interpreted two way and both of them i think match Edgar during the war. The first one is the effects of drinking as "the winds of fate" can be utilised as british slang for "a strong drink" I hc that Edgar struggled with alcoholism during the war and especially after the death of his two best friends Fabian and Gideon Prewett.

The second one is that the person is fading or being taken away by the power of destiny which I also hc Edgar to have struggled with. As I said while speaking about Amelia, the Bones parents were very strict on who they wanted their children to be and although Edgar was terrible at keeping up to his parents expectations he was still constantly trying. The only reason he joined the Order was because he felt it was his responsibility to as an auror and the only reason he became an auror was to please his parents.

The bridge is Emmeline thinking on their relationship after Edgar had died. "You shit talked me under the table, talkin rings and talkin cradles, I wish I could unrecall, how we almost had it all" reflects on how they really thought that they would be together in the end. At not one point after breaking up did either of them consider the fact that it was truly over.

"Dancing phantoms on the terrace, are they second hand embarrassed, that i can't get out of bed, cause something counterfeits dead?" The phantoms are the past versions of Emmeline and Edgar, looking at their future selves and seeing how their "fake breakup" is now dead. the break is permanent and Edgar died without Emmeline as his partner. Emmelines wonders if their past selves would be embarrassed that they let their relationship end the way it did

The first chorus is Emmeline looking back on them after his death. "If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary, you and I go from one kiss to getting married," is their relationship while it was good. "still alive, killing time at the cemetery, never quite buried," is them during the war before their breakup while they were still clinging on. "In your suit and tie, in the nick of time, you low down boy, you stand up guy, your holy ghost, you told me in the love of your life,"

In cannon, when Edgar is mentioned it's said that "they got him and his family." We know that by this Moody couldn't mean Edgars parents and siblings like we hc with Marlene because Amelia is still alive at the point. To get around this I make the ending of Edgars life way too complicated and messy but good for the plot.

As I mentioned before both Emmeline and Edgar are suffering with their mental health and Edgar is not handling himself well at all and is drinking a lot. One night after Edgar and Emmeline had broken up Amelia takes him out but has to leave early because she got called into work. Edgar stays, get smashed and meets a muggle women. Long story short he gets her pregnant during a one night stand. She doesn't know if she wants to keep it or not but Edgar tells her that no matter what he'll support her decision. If she chooses to keep the child, he would be in their life.

He tells Emmeline all about this as soon as he can and makes sure that she knows that he doesn't want it to change anything between them and for the most part Emmeline agrees. I bring this up because I think this moment is represented in the second chorus. "All those plot twists and dynamite, Mr Steal Your Girl, then make her grey, you said i'm the love of your life"

The ending is Emmeline never being able to let go of their relationship because of the lack of closure. I do hc that Emmeline finds love again, and in her lifetime will find herself a wife and step mother a child. But even up to her death she will always be thinking of him because they weren't supposed to end. Edgar was killed, taken from her before they got to reach their full potential. Their story wasn't over but half of the chapters were ripped out.

"Oh, what a valiant roar, what a bland goodbye, the coward claimed he was a lion, Im combing through the braids of lord, "I'll never leave" "Never mind" our field of dreams, engulfed in fire, your arsons match, your somber eyes, and i'll still see it until i die, you're the loss of my life"

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart - James Potter after his breakup with Regulus Black

As I said earlier, I do headcannon that they were together at some point. In my headcannons James and Regulus start secretly dating in their 4/5th year and nobody knows apart from Sirius and Pandora (who were told) and Alice (who found out)

They broke up during James' sixth year and Regulus' fifth. Regulus got mad at James for "helping" Sirius leave and basically just started ignoring him. They had a few slip ups (make out sessions instead of talking) but ultimately broke up

James was obviously upset but considering nobody but Sirius, Pandora and Alice even knew they were dating he had to continue as if nothing ever happened

This song was actually hard to match with someone but I think the overall vibe screams James even if it isn't about Regulus but something else (for this example i will be referring to their breakup tho)

The line "Breaking down, I hit the floor, all the prices of me shattered as the crowd was chanting, "more"" reminds me of Quidditch or just the overall appearance of him and how he carried himself

"I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me" is James' entire personality while Regulus was refusing to speak to him and the line "I keep finding his things in drawers, crucial evidence i didn't imagine the whole thing," is James reminding himself that they actually did have a relationship as there's little to no evidence of it

There isn't much more detail to go into this song. It's pretty straight forward

The Smallest Man To Ever Live - Lily Evans & Severus Snape

From Lilys POV

oh snily... i will never be able to figure out how i feel about you

You can see this song as romantic or platonic snily but personally I will be referring to them as friends only as I don't think that Lily ever had any romantic feelings for Snape. I also don't think we talk enough about the FRIENDSHIP. y'all they were best friends😭😭 why does the marauders fandom act like they never were???

Starting from the top we have "Was any of it true?" being Lily asking Severus what if their friendship was real. We really never talk enough about how Snape always knew that Lily was a muggleborn yet still joined Voldemort, knowing how he felt about muggles and muggleborns

I do not believe that Lily would forgive Severus. I don't think he's a bad person but for Lily I feel like everything was a bit too personal. So the chorus "I don't even want you back, i just want to know, if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal, and i don't miss what we had, but could someone give, a message to the smallest man who ever lived?" is Lily wanting closure for their friendship and wanting answers but that only. All Severus could do was apologise but she didn't want that. After he called her a mid blood it was past apologies for her

The bridge is what reminds me of them the most. Oh the bridge... let's go through it together

"Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?" and "Were you writing a book? were you a sleeper cell spy?" being Lily asking Severus why he told Voldemort about the prophecy

"In fifty years, will all this be disclassified?" More like in 17 years. Will she ever know what his true intentions were?

"It wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden" is Severus thinking that Lily was different to other muggleborns. Lily asking if her being muggleborn and his feeling of superiority over her one of the reasons why he liked her

"I would've died for your sins, instead i just died inside" and outside. Like Dorcas, Lily had a "you don't know him like I do" phase.

"And you deserve prison, but you won't get time, you'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars" How Severus never went to Azkaban for being a death eater because of Dumbledore

"You said normal girls were boring" normal girls being muggles

"And in plain sight you hid, but you are what you did, and i'll forget you, but i'll never forgive, the smallest man who ever lived" being Lily in the afterlife after finding out the truth

The Alchemy - Marlene McKinnon & Dorcas Meadowes

From Dorcas' POV

Dorlene my favourite sports rivals to lovers <3

This song has a lot of american football references in it and today we are going to pretend that they're about Quidditch.

In my hcs Dorcas has "hated" Marlene since their first day of school where when waiting tj be sorted Dorcas thought that she was going to be called up but Marlene was instead (since McKinnon is before Meadowes in the alphabet) and ever since Dorcas had been bitter because Marlene had always been so unpredictable

To me this is Dorcas as she realises that she's in love with Marlene which is represented in the second verse "Hey, you, what if i told you we're cool? that child's play back in school, is forgiven under my rule"

I have no proof but i am so certain that "He jokes that it's heroin, but this time with an E" is something that Marlene McKinnon has said. I'm so confident.

I headcannon Marlene as a Ravenclaw and that she became the captain of her Quidditch team during her fifth year, won the cup and in her sixth year captioned Hogwarts first all women's Quidditch team. I have this whole story of the Quidditch season during their sixth year (which you can read btw it's called the epic highs and lows of hogwarts quidditch on ao3 by atlasdoe) and although it doesn't have a happy ending the bridge is what would've happened if they did from Dorcas pov. "Shirts off and your friends lift you up over their heads, beer stickin to the floor, chris chanted cause they said, "there was no chance tehing to be the greatest in the league" where's the trophy? he just comes runnin over to me"

"Cause the sign on your heart, said it's still reserved for me, honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?" is soooo dorlene i could cry. This song is just the right amount of happiness that they deserve

Clara Bow - Harry Potter

Oh Harry, being in the Marauders fandom has made you so much more tragic for me

The poor orphan boy who in the span of a day went from a nobody to the chosen one.

"You look like Clara Bow," "You look like Stevie Nicks" "You look like Taylor Swift" is Harry constantly being told he looks like his father but with his mothers eyes

The first verse saying "In this light, remarkable, All your life, did you know, you'd be picked like a rose?" reminds me of Harry entering the Leaky Caldron for the first time and having all those strangers be so eager to shake his hand. Being "picked like a rose" is him being the chosen one but even before he was known as it.

The second verse, "In '75, the hair and lips, crowd goes wild at her fingertips, half moonshine, a full eclipse" is Harry being told about his parents while they were at school. Him listening to Sirius and Remus sing his parents praises and only dreaming to be as loved as they were

The outro, "In this light, we're lovin it, you've got edge. she never did, the futures bright, dazzling" is Harry after winning the war. The "edge" that his parents never had allowed him to survive. His future is bright now that they know he has one

The Chorus is the repeated expectations that Harry has to live up to "This town is fake but you're the real thing, breath of fresh air through smoke rings, take the glory, give everything, promise to be dazzling" is what he was told during his first few years at Hogwarts while. "The crown is stained, but you're the real queen, flesh and blood amongst war machine, you're the new god we're worshipping, promise to be dazzling" is what he was told as the war became more serious.

I did not expect to write this much but oh well. PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!! <3

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