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Ever wondered this?
This is the Dumbledore family album(?) in the Deathly Hallows movie.
Question 1- First of all, what was it doing in Bathilda's home? Why???
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(This is a dog right? If I am seeing correctly...)
Question 2- They had a Dog???? When? Why? Could it be an animagus or what?
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Question 3- Who could this person be? And the people behind the 'dog' are Albus's parents?? No? If yes, then we missed the opportunity to see how they looked like!
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Question 4- This is not the conventional photo we have always seen of the boys, is it? Or I am getting it wrong? Don't we deserve this one too? (Oh Merlin, they look sooo cute!!! I wanna kidnap them both XD)
Question 5- In the left hand side, there's a man sitting. Who is he? Gellert? Or someone else?
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Please, if anyone would like to analyse?
#This mystery album storms my brain#I WANT CLEAR COLORED PHOTOS OF THIS!#grindeldore#ggad#gelbus#gellert x albus#albus dumbledore#gellert grindelwald#summer of 1899#Deathly Hallows#Bathilda Bagshot#Godric's Hollow
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I've been thinking about it and I'm not quite sure if that's canonically possible but I think there was another option for Snape in regards to the prophecy and trying to save Lily's life.
I don't know if he hadn't thought about it or if he really didn't feel like he could do more about it but if he couldn't get you-know-who to spare her and couldn't get Dumbledore to protect her with certainty then the only logical option would be to go to Godric's Hollow on that night and give his own life. At least stand between Lily and Voldemort and try everything he personally could to protect her at this point. I don't know if it would've saved her life or Harry's but I have no doubt that he wouldn't have hesitated to give his life that night, so I don't know why he didn't. It is basically what he eventually did for Harry through the years anyways.
I don't know if you other Snape/ Harry Potter-fans out there think this would be a real possibility but I couldn't help but think about it. I'd love to hear other opinions on this though. 😊
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Since they pass on some of our TV Chanel during Christmas time, I've been rewatching some Harry Potter movies with my mother ( I don't support JKR at all, but I can't rob my mom of the fun let's be real) It's an enjoyable watch, and since I'm pretty familiar with the content, it made me think about an element.
Namely, Snape's flashback, when we see him cradle Lily after Voldemort's passage and subsequent murder spree in Godric's Hollow.
A human child (i.e. Harry) can't survive long without an adult or immediate care, which I believe might be exacerbated by the trauma of Lily's death and the Killing Curse.
That lead me to believe that once Severus let go of Lily's body, hand still trembling and sobs still stuck in his throat, he may have been the first one to pick up Harry, to cradle him close to his velvety robes, until the boy finished crying and fell asleep in exhaustion.
Snape, who uttered wandless healing incantation, with little to no result for the wound on the boy's forehead.
Snape, who in spite of the child being James', also knew the child was Lily's, and that she gave her life for him. Whispering an another unnreakable vow, this time not to the Headmaster, but to Harry, that while he'd never show it, he would watch over him.
Snape, who cradled the boy's head and held him close until Dumbledore and Hagrid arrived in Godric's Hollow, before letting go of Harry.
This little scenario could be pursued or hinted at in the third book, when Harry encounter the Dementors and hears his mother's scream, superimposed strangely with a deep, baritone sobbing...
#harry potter#severus snape#considering basic human kindness and the fact that baby needs adults to live#harry potter headcanon#severitus#lily evans#lily potter#james potter#godric's hollow#killing curse#Snape being slightly less of an asshole
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Returning Home
Summary: One year has passed since the War ended, and Harry returns to Godric's Hollow.
Relationships: Harry Potter/ Ginny Weasley
Rating: G
1400 words | Read it here or on AO3
Harry stepped out the front door of the cottage and paused in the sunlight on the garden path. The breeze rustled through the new spring growth of the trees lining the lane at the village edge. He heard the faint tinkle of a windchime outside one of the houses a few doors down. It was so quiet here. He pushed his fists deeper into his pockets.
In the entry behind him, Hermione was still grilling the estate agent on minutiae that he didn’t care about but probably should. Appliances and piping and cesspits and roofing and insulation and flood maps. Harry tuned it out. Instead, he merely stood and breathed the crisp clean air and listened to the wind. He could smell lavender from somewhere. He wondered where it grew.
An arm snaked its way around his own, and he blinked away the reverie about nothing and everything to look down. Ginny looked up at him and smiled. There was a subtle question there, but it was not insistent. So Harry merely extracted his hand from his pocket and wrapped it instead around her. Ginny seemed content with this. She rested her head against his shoulder and the pair of them merely stood there quietly. Listening to the wind.
“It’s a wonderful community here. Both Magical and Muggle alike,” the estate agent was saying to Ron and Hermione behind them. She’d clearly given up on trying to talk to Harry directly. “You should take a bit of time to explore, if you have it. See the village centre. Maybe have a bite in the Lion and Flame.”
“Where is that?” Ron asked.
“Wizarding pub. In the main square. The entrance is in the alleyway just to the right of the Muggle pub entrance. You’ll see a brick wall with a lion and phoenix. Just tap your wand and you’ll be able to step through.”
Harry did at least manage to muster himself to offer a smile, a thank you, and a handshake as the estate agent bid them farewell. What had been her name? He probably should have been paying better attention. No matter. Hermione would know.
The four of them walked along the village streets. Ron and Hermione were talking about asking price and cost of living and more things Harry didn’t care about. He remained quiet. They passed a small community play yard and Harry smiled a little, imaging bringing Teddy here when he came to visit. But he didn’t raise his head to look down the street where he knew the ruins of a long-destroyed house still stood. And he kept his eyes on his feet as they passed the war memorial, even when he caught the transformation out of his peripheral vision. When they passed the church, his eyes did dart a glance to the graveyard behind. But he didn’t slow. Not today. He would be back. He felt Ginny give his hand a small squeeze.
The pub was just where what’s-her-name had said it would be. They melted through the door one at a time and let themselves down the torch-lined steps. At the bottom of the stairs, Harry paused to look around. He took in the old-fashioned wood bar with its many beer taps and liquor bottles. The dim but warm lighting. The dark wood ceiling beams and panelling. The mismatched tables and chairs scattered across the well-worn red carpet. Harry loved it immediately.
“Alroigh’ me’ansum?” the barkeeper called to them, glancing up from where he was filling a round of pints; it seemed an automatic greeting he offered to any who entered. But then he did a doubletake and stared at Harry for a moment, his face inscrutable. The gaggle of middle-aged men who were leaning against the bar and chatting merrily, followed his gaze and stilled as well. Then the old witches in the corner who were gossiping over their sherry and knitting. Then the pair of boys who Harry vaguely recognised as Hufflepuffs who’d been a few years ahead of them at Hogwarts. Harry flattened his fringe. Ron and Hermione exchanged a smirk, and Harry reminded himself of the futility of this habit.
Harry braced himself for the onslaught, but the barkeeper merely went back to filling his pints. His patrons, albeit reluctantly, seemed to take their cues from him. They turned back to their conversations, though eyes continued to dart in Harry’s direction periodically.
After a moment’s hesitation, Harry sidled up to the bar, his friends falling into step beside him. “Hello,” he greeted as the barkeeper filled the last of the middle-aged men’s pints and passed them across the bar. The barkeeper jerked his chin up. Harry couldn’t say if it was an acknowledgement of his greeting or a request for his order or both. “Four butterbeers, please?”
The barkeeper merely nodded, unsmiling, and ducked under the counter. He reappeared a second later with four bottles. He tapped his wand to pop the lids and slid them across the counter as one. Harry reached into his pocket for his gold, but the barkeeper said, “On the ‘ouse.”
Harry shook his head. “Thanks. But I insist.” He slid a handful of coins across the counter.
The barkeeper shrugged. “Sui’ yourself.” He counted out the appropriate coins, and slid the remainder back to Harry. “Welcome ‘ome, Mister Po’er,” he said, still without a smile.
And there were murmurs around the pub as others intoned the same.
“Welcome home, Harry.”
“Glad to have yeh back.”
“Your ‘ealth, Mr. Po’er.”
Harry nodded at them awkwardly in thanks and picked up the butterbeers, passing one each to Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, all of whom were quietly watching him. They seemed to be waiting for him to pick the table. His eyes roved the pub.
“Tha’ table in the corner.”
Harry blinked and turned back to the barkeeper. “Sorry?”
The barkeeper nodded toward the far corner of the pub. “Tha’s the one your dad and his mates used to si’ in. Every Friday noigh’. Least ’til your mum and dad wen’ into hidin’.” Harry followed his gaze to a round table with four empty chairs. Harry merely stared at it for a moment, before he remembered himself.
Blinking, he looked back to the barkeeper. “Thank you,” he said earnestly. The old man just nodded again, then turned his attention to wiping down the bar.
Ron, Hermione, and Ginny followed him to the table. They seemed to sense that he was not in much of a mood for conversation and were content to let him sit quietly as they chatted. He sat in the chair in the corner and stared around the pub as babble continued around him. Harry watched as two older wizards debated politics; he watched as the Hufflepuff boys moseyed over to the dartboard on one wall; as one of the witches worried over a dropped stitch in her knitting and fretfully counted along her needles.
“—What do you reckon, Harry?”
“Huh?” Harry blinked and looked around to find his friends all staring at him expectantly.
“The house,” Hermione clarified patiently. “We were discussing the house. Just wondering how you liked it.”
“Oh. Right.” Harry’s eyes took another promenade around the room before they landed on Ginny. She was merely looking at him, patiently awaiting his answer. Harry swallowed, suddenly strangely nervous. How could he put into words that her opinion on this mattered more than anyone’s? Perhaps more than his own. He looked down at the butterbeer he held in both hands atop the table. “I thought… maybe it seemed like it could be home.”
He chanced a glance back up to Ginny. But she was beaming at him. He smiled back.
“Well, cheers to that, then,” said Ron, holding out his butterbeer.
“To home,” Hermione agreed.
“To home,” said Ginny softly, her eyes not leaving Harry’s.
His heart felt light as they clinked their bottles. He looked around the room again as he sipped his butterbeer, feeling affection for this room full of people he’d never met. His eyes fell on the barkeeper who was making his way toward their table with what appeared to be a large bowl of chips and a dipping sauce Harry couldn’t recall ordering. He suddenly realised he was famished.
For more about the Lion and Flame Inn, see the Remus Lupin installment of my Left Behind Series, 'Empty Chairs at Empty Tables'.
#harry potter fanfiction#hp fanfic#ficlet#harry potter#ginny weasley#godric's hollow#canon compliant#hinny#post canon#post war#harry deserves a place to call home
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where is godric's hollow?
So if Hagrid had to fly over Bristol to get from Godric's Hollow to Surrey that's a bit weird, given that Godric's Hollow is meant to be in the West Country, unless Godric's Hollow is right next to Bristol? at first glance it seems like it must be because if it was further south or to the east then going over Bristol would make no sense, and otherwise it'd have to be in wales. It might be north of Bristol but again, why go over Bristol? (btw I'm aware that jkr probably just didn't think about this lol I'm just having fun)
ignore that rough circle lol it's just generally where surrey is. Really Surrey reaches a bit below Bristol. Like this implies Bristol must sit directly between Godrics Hollow and Surrey, perhaps putting Godrics Hollow somewhere here:
HOWEVER. Given that he's flying it's not the most efficient thing to do and you'd think he'd just fly in a straight line, BUT he could be following the M4 for guidance, something like this:
That being said I think if it was much further south or to the east of bristol at all it would be absolutely ridiculous to go over bristol, so imo it's still got to be at most somewhere in somerset with Little Whinging most likely being in the northern end of surrey. my personal suggestion for the hollow is somewhere along the mendip hills to the south of bristol, given that gryffindor was said to be "from wild moor" a few photos (under a cut bc this is long enough already)
#this is what i do for fun btw#godric's hollow#im probably just going to plop it somewhere north of cheddar#the wild moor could be black down for example. between cheddar and bristol#oh if anyone knws the area pls feel free to add somethign! ive been to cheddar but a long time ago
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Peter Pettigrew, Severus Snape, Nott, The Malfoys and Regulus Black Are All Double Agents:
⦁ Though married to Lucius, Narcissa helped Voldemort, mostly through helping Lucius, without becoming a follower herself. She's not a death eater and doesn't have a dark mark. Lucius never was faithful to the cause and a spy from the start. He thought purebloods were superior but not in a start-a-war-over-it kind of way. Over time, he came to dislike half-bloods and muggle-borns less.
⦁ Nott's wife, like Narcissa, wasn't an official death eater. She wasn't even that supportive of Voldemort's cause but she loved her boys (husband and son, Theodore) who loved her so she supported her husband and when she died suddenly from illness (with her son and husband present), Nott also started to waver on where he stood. He turned to Dumbledore as well.
⦁ Regulus became a death eater not long after Sirius ran away. Probably the same summer.
⦁ Regulus believed when he joined up while still a student at Hogwarts. After graduating, he became disenchanted by the cause (he thought Voldy was nuts and muggle torture was horrifying) and the world became much larger outside of school and his parents hold, and he lost the belief in the blood supremacy rhetoric (he was able to see things for what they were). He remained a death eater out of fear and to protect his parents and keep his friends who were true believers.
⦁ The summer following Regulus' graduating, Voldemort decided to test his defenses around his horcruxes and requested Regulus' house elf, Kreacher, which he left to die. Kreacher didn't die and Regulus managed to figure out the whole horcrux thing out.
⦁ In cannon, Regulus tried to destroy it, was semi-successful and died in the process. In my AU, the near killing of Kreacher and creation of horcruxes prompted Regulus to take action in a somewhat different way. He realized Voldemort meant to keep going forever. He shared what he knew with Dumbledore. They started devising a plan based on what Kreacher told Regulus to work on that aspect of the war against Voldemort just the two of them. Regulus became a double agent for Dumbledore's cause but not a member of the order.
⦁ Regulus, Nott and the Malfoys were spies for Dumbledore and a source of information for the order before Snape. Double agents were kept need to know but they knew about each other.
⦁ Peter Pettigrew became a double agent for Voldemort in secret in the Spring of 1980. He began leaking order information to Voldemort. This was the beginning of the order members and friends suspecting each other. The war entered its most desperate phase as death eaters began systematically murdering order members. People who stood out against Voldemort were marked by death eaters as well. Nobody felt safe.
⦁ Peter ratted the Potters out to Voldemort on October 31, breaking the charm and making them vulnerable. He was over-eager and Nott saw him arrive to the meeting as the meeting he took part in ended and overheard the location of the Potters. He didn't create a fuss of seeing Peter and left quietly. He thought it odd so he mentioned seeing Pettigrew to Regulus who didn't see anything but he knew better.
⦁ Regulus made a quick plan. He sent the Malfoys to Dumbledore, Nott to the Potters and he went to the cave (if Voldemort was going to die, Regulus wanted to keep it that way).
The Attack In Godric's Hollow:
⦁ Help arrived in Godric's Hollow a few moments too late.
⦁ Voldemort got there first.
⦁ Nott arrived second. The lower level was a disaster and James was pinned, unconscious, under an old, solid wood bookshelf with an obvious bloody hair line from a head injury.
⦁ Dumbledore arrived a few minutes after Nott with the Malfoys and Aberforth Dumbledore, Frank and Alice Longbottom and Voldemort was quickly losing his assured win.
⦁ James was severely injured in a minor explosion which destroyed part of the lower level of their house; a moment of leniency from Voldemort for a pureblood. Voldemort was interrupted on the top level where he was trying to kill Harry and Lily was protecting him. He tried to spare her and she refused, like in cannon. Upon realizing Dumbledore plus others were in the house, Voldemort knocked Lily aside to take a last second attempt on Harry's life which backfired, killing Voldemort like it did in cannon with an explosion that tore a hole in the house. A minorly injured Lily was a witness to what happened and saw Voldemort flee in a non-physical form.
⦁ Remus was wolfing out with the moon and Sirius was with him as full moons were used for missions most often and otherwise his mate would be alone; Sirius didn't think he'd be needed elsewhere.
#godric's hollow#theodore nott#lucius malfoy#narcissa malfoy#peter pettigrew#severus snape#regulus black#double agent#spy#hogwarts#death eaters#lord voldemort#regulus lives#kreacher#hurt james potter#omegaverse#everyone lives/nobody dies#wolfstar#A/B/O#harry potter#au#jily#jily lives#harry potter au#marauders
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Obelisks and stone angels might have dominated the churchyard of Godric’s Hollow, but the two graves that Harry tended had only humble headstones.
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Prompt: angel.
If you'd like me to write you a sentence, please send me an ask. ♡
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one shot: all the love we lost
♢ all the love we lost
relationship: Harry Potter x Hermione Granger
rating: teenage and up
synopsis: Hermione Granger and Harry Potter had a love for each other that they had never properly experienced before. A romantic love that they thought they had experienced but it wasn't a true feeling until they properly confessed things during the Horcrux Hunt in the tent during what should have been their Seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry had tried relationships with Cho Chang and Ginny Weasley and Hermione had tried several short lived romantic flings with Viktor Krum, Cormac McLaggen and even Ronald Weasley, but none of them were successful for any of them. The two of them had lost too much love in their life that they slowly learnt to treasure the love that still remained within their lives. Domestic life called out for Hermione Granger and Harry Potter as they settled into married life and life with their children.
word count: under 1k
! ON AO3 !
#harmony#Harry Potter#harry potter fandom#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter fanfic rec#harry#harry james potter#Hermione Granger#hermione#Hermione Jean Granger#harry x hermione#harry potter x hermione granger#post hogwarts#post canon#post battle of hogwarts#mourning#godric's hollow#Halloween#Halloween 1981#ao3#AO3 tags#ao3 link#AO3 fanfic#AO3 stuff#ao3 works#ao3 author#ao3 writer#fanfiction#fanfic#Fanfic writer
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Ignotus Peverell's birthday
So it is Ignotus Peverell birthday today and also the National Different Coloured Eyes Day and I thought it will be very suitable if I'll write a fanfic about Albus and Gellert mentioning Ignotus birthday. Somehow it's become a fanfic on their first kiss, but I'm not sure how.
In the Tale of Beedle the Bard it was stated that Ignotus died in an old age, but he died when he was seventy-seven, and wizards can live for more then hundred years, so it is a young age for wizards. We know not everything in there is true because it wasn't mention that the second brother has a child, so it's could be just another mistake, we are talking about fairy tale after all. But I want to offer another point to think about. Ignotus chose when he wanted to die. Think that all his life he lived in fear, he lost both of his brothers to Death and all his life he needed to be careful that Death didn't lurking for him in the shadows to take him as well. After something like sixty years of worries he probably had enough and decided to embrace death like an old friend. All his life he wasn't free, he afraid death and live with anxieties, the cloak might have hid him, but he had a son and a wife death could have decided to take them instead of him, maybe he chose death to make sure death won't come to take the rest of his family. It's exhausted to live in fear. His life wasn't easy, he put on with that for nearly sixty years but it's enough to break someone. He wanted to choose death by himself and he did. He control his death, but death did control his life. In someway death freed him.
Besides, he died when he was seventy-seven, and seven is the magical number and so it is a good age to die when you are a wizard, especially if you choose when to die.
#Ignotus peverell#harry potter#fanfiction#fanfic#albus x gellert#gelbus#first kiss#albus dumbledore#gellert grindelwald#wizarding world#godric's hollow#grindeldore#the tale of three brothers#the deathly hallows
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Everyone talks about things James and Lily could’ve done the night Voldemort murdered them, like Apparating away, for instance. But what if they couldn’t? It’s not even just the fact they didn’t have their wands, but what if Voldemort cast anti-Apparition wards on their house? Wands in hand or not, they would have been trapped, unable to flee, just like Voldemort wanted.
#harry potter#james and lily#godric's hollow#halloween 1981#voldemort#things that make you go oh fuck
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All in the Family
Chapter 185: The Deathly Hallows
James crashed into something so hard it might have made his hair go flat, he could have been bashed into another dozen stairs, but that wasn’t why he froze in pain as he rolled onto his side clutching his skull in the freezing cold snow creeping through his clothes. His ears were ringing slightly, the pain was there, he could feel the new lump he should be able to tap himself to vanish...but he still couldn’t see.
“Prongs!” Remus sounded quite distressed, he really should answer, but Merlin’s beard this was bad-
“James?” Sirius sounded so concerned he sat up on instinct and reached out, he knew that was Padfoot who snatched him upright first because his hands were rough like leather, same as his from all the times spent outdoors on brooms. He still stumbled to feel the deep slush all around and shivered for himself as he smelt the fresh air, his hip knocked against whatever he’d landed against, but he had to whisper, “Evans around?”
“Yeah,” the dread in Padfoot’s voice made him want to draw his wand on instinct even as he knew it was for him. James pitched his voice higher, trying to sound as casual as could be, “oi! How long was that stuff supposed to take to kick in?”
Her touch was gentle on his shoulder, her nails blunt and well worn from constant use of peeling and crushing and cutting in her favorite class, she never took the time to do anything like spruce up her looks she was always so focused on her work. He jumped in surprise she’d been in arms reach. He went colder she didn’t answer.
That was still Sirius who grabbed him roughly and began pulling him along, he went without complaint and asked in concern, “well come on then, tell me where we are now.”
“Maybe a kindness you don’t see that,” Remus said quietly, he could have reached out and smacked him he was so close.
“Oh, enough,” he sighed. He stumbled hard on a frozen patch of earth and Sirius’s grip went bruising. “Sirius,” he snapped in no uncertain terms.
Padfoot still sounded really messed up, he hoped he hadn’t hurt his arm upon relanding. “You and Lily landed right on your- well, we’re back in Godric’s Hollow mate.”
“Oh,” he whispered in understanding. Guess they hadn’t been abstained from the pleasure of finding their graves. This trip would truly find every way it could to wreck every part of their souls.
He heard the sounds of the other four approaching through the crunch of the frozen earth and Alice summoning the book. He bit back the smart ass remark if this would get him out of homework permanently when they got back, he didn’t think even Sirius would laugh at that.
The chapter title disturbed him greatly, the Deathly Hallows. Was Harry going to find them then, were they real?
Harry certainly believed so, he made quite a few logical leaps and valid guesses what and where each of them could be and he listened in fascination to each.
Sirius started pacing, just a small little back and forth of agitation without releasing him when the idea of that Stone was mentioned again. He suspected he still wanted to be trying to talk to Remus at the oh so casual news from Ron he went back to Tonks. He could practically feel Moony cringing in disgust away from all of them, hear how his breaths went shallow, the look on his face burned into his mind for how much he loathed every part of this future. He’d never heard Sirius so quiet in his life before at any rate and hoped it wasn’t worry for him and his grave in the distance keeping Sirius so uneasy in one spot. “Bet you I could find a wand of elder around here before you Pads,” he suddenly teased as he pulled his arm free and took a tentative step away.
There was a frigid moment of silence as he felt attention turn to his stupid comment rather than Sirius’s for once, but he took another step away and smirked when still nobody stopped him. “Fine, I’ll have all the fun myself.”
“Oh no you don’t,” Lily suddenly huffed, she even grabbed his hand! “I’m freezing just standing around here, let’s go find a magically oxymoron wand.”
He smirked in triumph and knew they didn’t walk very far, but he stretched and stuck his tongue out to catch little flakes and breathed heavily to still daydream the puffs of smoke that would come out all the same, imagining the results fine even if he couldn’t see them for himself as he sporadically ducked down and came up in triumph, pretending every twig he snapped under his feet was the famed stick of death.
Lily still wasn’t really laughing along, but at least she wasn’t calling him an arrogant arse as she held his hand carefully and occasionally pulled and steered him around from stumbling over anything too problematic. She was gentler in her grip than Sirius, but more forceful than him as she steered, he felt a bit like a show pony.
“I’ve got one of them on me you know,” he just told her in the same airy way he would any of his mates, as if they hadn’t known this for ages. She made a little clicking noise with her tongue of disbelief and he smiled grandly and couldn’t quite stop the flourish of his wrist as he waved empirically at himself. “Harry’s invisibility cloak, found it all the way back in his dorms. It’ll stop us from dying I’m sure.”
“Uhhu,” she muttered, still unimpressed. She might have thought he was just joking, though he wasn’t. He would have liked to pull it out and show her now, but he’d wait until they got back so he could all at once, though he had no reason to. He wouldn’t get to see the looks of awe on their face anytime soon apparently.
If it even would block one from spells, it’s not as if they were actively throwing curses at each other, and he couldn’t imagine what it would protect them from. It had still felt just marginally safer occasionally to still have it on him. “Will it stop Sirius from murdering me?” She interrupted his train of thought with a quiet plea.
James fumbled to a stop in surprise. “Lily nobody blames you for this, least of all him,” he almost laughed in surprise but held it back as he gestured to himself. “How could anyone be expected to make the perfect antidote without all the ingredients? It’s not like we’re able to do any better, we only learned the big stuff for Moony’s sake.”
He couldn’t see her still, he sighed with longing she was still being so quiet, and he couldn’t even see why. “Listen, I’m not freaking out about this because I’m positive Pomfrey can put me right when we get back. Until then,” he shrugged, putting a lot more nonchalance into his voice than he really felt, but he would not start freaking out about this until they’d exhausted all other options. “I’ll just let Sirius keep toting me around I guess. If he runs me into a wall, I can still smack him. It’s all I need to get through this.”
She finally laughed, just the smallest one on the edge of something else he couldn’t tell, but he smiled back all the same.
There was a significant pause from Alice, the chapter must be almost done. He tipped his head back in the direction out of pure habit and opened his mouth to say something else, like worry for what was going to happen when Harry said Voldemort’s name under the taboo like that and what it would summon, but then something fluttered, just on the corner of his vision. He twisted excitedly to get a better glimpse of the flaming red color and blinked excitedly to see.
It was wavering in and out like a bad, flickering connection, but Lily Evans was watching him. There was snow in her hair, the white flecks resting in the thick locks in a lovely pattern his hand automatically wanted to twitch and run through. She looked pale in the poor lighting as she stood shivering in place still in Alice’s light and loose clothing, surrounded on all sides by the headstones of their final resting place. Where they’d landed was even still visible in the distance.
Her green eyes were only on him. His breath caught in his throat for how sad she looked. He’d thought he’d seen every expression under the sun on that freckled face, he’d still been internally cataloging all of them as he watched each new one play out fresh as he freely interacted with her like some part of him still thought was a weirdly elaborate dream. He got to watch now, in person as he gazed at her watching him and blink while he said dazedly, “well hi there.”
Her breath caught, the mist of her warm exhale hanging between them for a sparse gust of wind before she threw her arms around him. He laughed in delight and automatically hugged her back, putting his arms carefully around her back like she was as fragile as an ice sculpture. “Guess it did take a few moments to kick in.”
She laughed for him, and it was the best noise in the world.
#Jily#James Potter and Lily Evans#Lames#godric's hollow#reading the books#fanfiction#HP#Harry Potter#Wolfstar#James Potter#Lily Evans#Remus Lupin#Sirius Black#Alice Smith#Frank Longbottom#Sirius Back#Regulus Black#Peter Pettigrew
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The Dumbledore Family
Kendra Dumbledore
Percival Dumbledore
Albus Dumbledore
Aberforth Dumbledore
Ariana Dumbledore
(I know it is not exactly like their description in Deathly Hallows Book but the portrait resembles them soo much, and I love it!)
#Dumbledore Family Portrait#AI generated#Percival Dumbledore#Kendra Dumbledore#Albus Dumbledore#Aberforth Dumbledore#Ariana Dumbledore#Harry Potter#love#ggad#Summer of 1899#Godric's Hollow#Gellert Grindelwald#gellert x albus#fantastic beasts#the secrets of dumbledore#Grindeldore
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Godric's Hollow | Chapter 5 of 7
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Chapter Summary: There's a new chef at the pub! Sirius and Remus reunite.
Work Summary: Recently disinherited and fired from the family business with nowhere else to go, Sirius Black is gifted a plot of land from his late Uncle Alphard, a small cottage with a farm and a dilapidated barn in Godric's Hollow. (Stardew Valley inspired fic)
#godric's hollow#wolfstar#wolfstar fic#wolfstar fic rec#sirius black#remus lupin#sirius x remus#remus x sirius#sirius/remus#remus/sirius#the marauders#james potter#marauders#harry potter#fanfic
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#harry potter#the boy who lived#number four privet drive#godric's hollow#godrics hollow#petunia dursley#aunt petunia#the dursleys#lord voldemort#death eaters
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Garden food storage (between the barn and their parents bedroom they reverted for further storage after their passing) @magicblooms @seekingabettergood
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