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daily-hayley568 · 2 years

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could you write a charlie weasley imagine where the reader is the twins best friend and dating charlie in secret and sneaking around together around the holidays/birthdays where the family is all together including her because she’s like family (like harry and hermione)💖

Some Things Are Better Kept Secret|Charlie Weasley

Pairings: Charlie Weasley x fem!reader, platonic Fred weasley x fem!reader, platonic George x fem!reader, dad!sirius x daughter!reader

A/n: I love this! Tysm anon!

Summary: You’ve always been best friends with the twins but their older brother caught your eye.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual content, kissing, use of pet names, age gap, forbidden curses, mentions of death, blood

You had been best friends with the Weasley twins since your first year in Hogwarts. You were sorted into Gryffindor and you were inseparable from Fred and George.

Fred and George planned pranksters. You would charm their victims and lead them into the trap. You all tag-teamed.

The first Christmas you spent with the Weasley’s was your second year Christmas break. Your mother was out of town with her friend and you mentioned that you would be staying at Hogwarts but your two best friends couldn’t have it. They owled their parents and Mrs. Weasley insisted you came to their Christmas. Said she heard so much about the girl who the twins loved.

When you rode the train you sat in the compartment with the twins, and Lee Jordan. Four kids in a compartment playing exploding snap all the way to the train station.

When you arrived at the Burrow, you were attacked by Ron and Ginny, the younger ones. They were so excited to meet the girl that Fred and George couldn’t shut up about.

“Fred talks about you all the time. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You looked up at the older boy. You knew him as the Gryffindor seeker. It was Charlie Weasley; and he was much more handsome closer then the distance from the pitch.

You swallowed quickly before taking his offered hand in the shake, you rose your eyebrows smirking at Fred and George. “You can’t shut up about me. How sweet.”

Fred rolled his eyes, “You’ve been mentioned.”

You giggled, releasing your hand from Charlie’s. Realistically you were still a kid and he was almost a full grown man, but you couldn’t help but swoon.

You thought that childhood crush would go away, but it never did.

You were now about to start your fifth year. You were once again at the Burrow for Ginny’s birthday party. When Ginny invited you, you were so excited to see the Weasley’s before school started in September. You knew that they were going to Egypt, so you would be separated from your best friends.

Ginny was going into her second year at Hogwarts; Ron, Harry, and Hermione were going into their third, and Percy had recent news of becoming Head Boy.

“Happy birthday, Ginny!” You smiled entering her room.

“Y/N! You’re here!” Ginny ran up to you pulling into a huge hug. You and Ginny had become even closer after the encounter with Tom Riddle.

You smiled when Fred peaked from behind you, “Didn’t even say hi to your best friends?”

“I said hi to Ginny?” You tilted your head, a mischievous glint in your eye.

Fred hit you upside the head, you chuckled elbowing him. “Where’s my favorite twin? George! There you are.” You squeezed past Fred hugging George.

“Hi, Y/N! I think everyone’s about here now.” George grinned.

You turned reluctantly giving a hug to Fred; who was pouting from receiving no love from his best friend.

You four went downstairs to find the trio; Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They were speaking with Bill and Charlie. Fred elbowed you and you hit him upside the head.

“Y/n!” Harry sprinted to you embracing you. You took it as your duty to keep Harry Potter under your wing. You were like his older sister. You never told him his godfather was your dad, or mentioned that he was in Azkaban.

“Heya, Harry.” You grinned.

Ron and Hermione waved. Bill hugged you and Charlie smiled with a wave, not without noticing a new scar on his arm.

At Ginny’s birthday party, you were sitting on the porch watching your friends play a game.

“You don’t want to join them?” You glanced up at Charlie Weasley taking a seat next to you on the step.

You shook your head, “It was a long travel.”

“I agree, apparating from Romania to here was a lot.”

“I’m sure it was. How are your dragons?”

You had never had a conversation with one-on-one with Charlie Weasley and your butterflies were erupting in your stomach. You wanted to choke them all out one by one.

Oh, Godric. His smile was so pretty, “They’re good. A new baby girl was hatched right before I left; Hungarian Horntail.”

“So many people are scared of those dragons; I know they’re much larger than other breeds and their fireballs are longer distance, but I think they can be cute creatures. People are scared of something that’s territorial and bigger than they are.”

Charlie Weasley rose his eyebrows. He didn’t know you knew so much about dragons, “Woah you’re like a dragon expert yourself.” He chuckled nudging you with his arm.

Your arm in return erupted in goosebumps over the ghost of his touch. Gotta get yourself together; your best friends brother? Really, Y/N.

Your thoughts scolded you. You ignored them anyway and decided to listen to Charlie instead of your angry thoughts and your drumming butterflies.

“I wouldn’t say that. I like reading about animals or just reading general, but I have taken an interest to dragons.”

“Maybe I could show you the reserve sometime.” Your face lit up.

“Yeah, maybe.”

You didn’t see Charlie again until that next Christmas. You couldn’t wait either. You begged Remus and your mum to let you stay for the holidays again. Of course they agreed.

At Christmas dinner, you were squeezed between Fred and George. You encouraged them to give the Marauders Map to Harry; leaving out his dad was Prongs himself.

Charlie sat across from you and you both talked about quidditch and dragons again. He told you about how the baby dragon from Ginny’s birthday was doing and you were so entranced with him, you didn’t even hear George asking if you wanted to play quidditch outside.

The twins shrugged and left you to talk with their older brother. You two were left alone before you realized you should head to bed.

“Would you mind if I owled you to ask on how Roxie is doing?” Roxie was the name of the new baby dragon.

“No! It’d be a pleasure to receive letters about dragons and not my mother scolding me from being too far from home.” You giggled shaking your head.

“Goodnight, Charlie.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

You never told Fred and George you sent letters to Charlie through the rest of fifth year. Remus and your mum knew of course, you couldn’t shut up about Charlie to them. That’s how you and Charlie became good friends.

Then at the end of your fifth year, you were reunited with your father and Harry’s godfather. Harry thought he had been a murderer when he was out, but you knew your dad was innocent. Stories from your mother and Remus made you a firm believer that he was framed. Remus and your mum argued a lot about letting Dumbledore know he was an animagus, of course your mum won that fight.

You loved watching your mum and dad reunite. It was the favorite thing you saw that summer.

You attended the quidditch World Cup with the Weasley’s added Hermione and Harry. You shook your head when your best friends decided to bet all your money.

Worried, but you had full faith in them.

Charlie was there and you gave each small looks. You just turned 17 a few weeks ago. He said he was staying around a bit longer for something he needed to do. You had no idea what.

At the World Cup you and Charlie ended up sitting next to each other on the end. Fred and George were on the other end.

“Who do you think is going to win?” Charlie leaned over to talk in your ear.

You shivered your brain thinking of other times Charlie could be whispering in your ear.

“Ireland. It’s got to be.”

“I agree.” Another dazzling smile from Charlie Weasley himself.

After Ireland won, you and Charlie grinned fist bumping each other. Back at the tent, everyone stayed up for awhile. Arthur rushed everyone to bed after Ginny fell asleep on the table. You and Charlie had slipped out the tent sitting next to each other watching the Irish celebrate their victory.

“You know, I thought you were going to be as annoying as George and Fred are. Then I met you and I was totally wrong.”

“Thanks, though I do cause a lot of trouble with them.”

Over the course of the letters, you and Charlie were now close friends. You still had a raging crush on the boy. His light, platonic touches drove you crazy.

The Weasley family knew about Sirius’ innocence but you told Charlie first. Something ate at you about telling your best friends first, but it was Charlie who you ran to.

“That I also noticed,” Charlie chuckled.

You smiled, “Well I should head to bed. Goodnight Charlie.”

“Night, Love.” You froze at the pet name at the entrance of the tent but you let yourself smile brightly heading into the girl tent.

You knew you didn’t sleep for long when Charlie was shaking you awake, calling your name. You were confused as he pulled you out of tent as you struggled to put your nightrobe on.

“Charlie, what’s going on?”

“Death eaters.”

Your eyes widened as you met everyone in the living room. Fred and George were to take care of Ginny and you were to take care of Harry. Ron and Hermione and you two were to stick together.

Before Charlie took off you both shared a look of stay safe.

You took off with the crowd holding onto Harry’s arm trying to run to the gate, but you both fell getting trampled, becoming unconscious.

When you and Harry woke up, the tents were burned and Harry was stirring beside you. You saw a man and your breath was hesitant, but Harry didn’t.

“Black are you okay?” Harry muttered. The worst time to call each other by last names.

The strange man called the dark mark and you took in a sharp breath but after Harry spoke loud enough the man looked at you both. He ran off.

That’s when you heard a bunch of popping and surrounded by Ministry men. “You’ve be discovered at the scene of the crime!” Barty Crouch shouted.

Barty held a wand to your throat. Arthur came to your rescue. “She’s just a girl!”

“So? She’s Sirius Black’s daughter. He probably sent her to do this himself! Where’s your tent, Arthur.”

Arthur opened up the tent and the rest of the group shot up seeing Harry enter.

“Where’s Y/N?” George asked him and his twin worried sick. Thought he didn’t voice it, Charlie was too. Harry looked at his shoes not responding.

“Get in there!” Barty Crouch shoved you onto the couch.

“What’s going on?” Charlie asked; you looked frustrated.

“Y/N Black was discovered at the scene of the crime! She conjured the dark mark.” Barty accused.

“I didn’t! You can’t arrest me because of my relations? What about you? Your son?” You asked tilting your head and Barty gasped.

“How do you know about that?”

“My father.” You spat. “Check my wand. Check Harry’s wand. I. Didn’t. Cast. It.” Barty took both of your wands and checked it. You both didn’t cast the spell.

“Sorry for the inconvenience.” Barty muttered.

After all that, you were lying in bed and couldn’t sleep. So you walked to a room you knew you could find rest in.

Charlie was still awake when you walked in. “Can I sleep with you? I just-“ you swallowed, your voice small. I cant sleep and I’m scared, Charlie.”

Charlie opened his arms and you climbed on into the bed cuddling in his arms, “What you did was pretty badass.” You giggled.

“Well, I didn’t want to go to Azkaban.”

He grinned, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair. You fell asleep much easier with your head on his chest and him playing with your hair.

That night passed, and you were back at Hogwarts with your best friends. After the first years were sorted , the triwizard tournament was announced. Luckily, you turned 17 last June. You stuck your tongue out at the twins because they didn’t reach the age limit.

You decided why not and you entered the tournament.

Charlie Weasley apparently got wind that you one of the four champions. He was so pissed. You two had never even had an argument until now. He told you that you were just a kid and shouldn’t be doing the dangers that was coming for you.

You were furious. He thought of you as a kid? You didn’t write back for the next month. The four champions were as listed: Y/N Black, Harry Potter, Victor Krum, and Fleur Delacour.

The first task is when you saw Charlie again. You didn’t even look at him. You got the Swedish short-snout. Luckily you knew a lot about this dragon, and the Hungarian Horntail so you gave Harry tips when no one was paying attention.

Before it was your turn, Charlie dragged you privately.

“You’re crazy.”

“Thought I was just a kid.” You hugged. Charlie sighed running a hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry. You’re not a kid. You’re too strong. I was just angry when I wrote that. I just worry about you a lot.” He sighed rubbing a hand up and down your arm.

“Promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I do what it takes to win.”

“Y/n one more thing.” You rose your eyebrows, “I want you to know-“ the cannon shouted and they screamed Black. It was your turn.

Without another word, you ran off to fight your dragon.

You tied first with Harry.

Charlie returned to Romania and you didn’t see him until Christmas. You were getting ready for the third task; you and Harry still tied. You joked about winning this thing together and it seemed possible.

At Christmas, you found yourself alone with Charlie after everyone had gone to bed. You both were sipping tea and just talking. “Have you ever tried firewhiskey?”

You shook your head and Charlie left before bringing back a bottle of it. He poured you and himself a glass. You took a sip letting the warm feeling travel down your throat. “Delicious.”

He chuckled, “Are you worried about the third task?”

You shook your head, “I’ve got Harry. I don’t care if I win.”

He smiled, continuing to sip his whiskey. Maybe you two drank too much. But Charlie ended up kissing you and you kissing him back. He mumbled something about tired dancing around stuff.

You were on the couch, his mouth on yours in a kiss of passion and heat. He slipped his tongue in your mouth and you moaned into his. He chuckled pulling back with a wide grin.

You and Charlie began to sneak around after that. The rest of the holidays ended up with kisses on the couch. You never talked about it after you went back to Hogwarts.

It was time for the third task. You and Harry decided to grab the cup together and it was a portkey. You were taken to a graveyard. You were left unconscious next to the trophy and Harry groaned getting up.

He noticed the grave that read tom riddle on it. He needed to get out of here. Before he could grab you and the key. Wormtail casted a spell to keep him bound to the tree.

He dropped Voldemort in a boiling cauldron, cut his arm off, sliced Harry’s for blood. Voldemort was back.

You were still unconscious when Voldemort talked to Harry.

Voldemort touched Harry’s scar before he noticed you. He kicked you and you let out a groan, stirring. Harry prayed that Voldemort would leave you alone.

“She’s important to you. I can tell.” The noseless man said to the scar boy. “Crucio!” Right as you began to stand you were back on the ground writing in pain, screaming in agony. It felt like needles were being plunged into your skin. Then he released the spell, you could breathe again.

Wrong. “Crucio!” He screamed again and that was the torture. Thinking that it was over but it wasn’t.

You couldn’t stand the pain and you were losing consciousness. Then it all stopped. Were you dead? No. You could hear Harry. Harry was fighting him. Next thing you knew you were back at the stadium, crying to be let go of. You didn’t know who was touching you.

There was cheering but it suddenly stopped when Harry was crying over your body. Your mum and Remus leaped out of the stands running towards you followed by the Weasley kids who were attending Hogwarts.

“Y/N?” George or Fred whispered, you couldn’t tell.

You blinked your eyes open tears spilling, “Harry.” You rasped holding onto his arm. He was sobbing. “It hurts.”

“I know it does, Sis. You got to stay with me your the closest family I have! Y/N!” Charlie was now at your side stroking your hair.

“Are you crying, Charles?” You whispered. “I told I’d win.” You tried to grin but it was more of a grimace.

“I told you to be safe too.” Charlie muttered.

Dumbledore finally arrived with mad-eye moody. “Harry what happened?”

“Voldemort!” He cried, “he’s.. he’s back. He could tell we were close somehow and just started Crucio after Crucio. She went through so many! I thought.. I thought she was dead.” The poor boy was heartbroken at the fact he could’ve lost his sister tonight. Charlie scooped you up and carried you to the hospital wing.

After a couple days of rest, you woke up feeling less painful and Charlie was sitting there. “How are you feeling?”

“Better, since you’re here.” He rolled his eyes with a smile.

“You scared me. I thought you were going to die without me telling you something because I was too afraid too.”

“What’s that?”

“What if you died before I told you I was in love with you?” He whispered grasping your hand.

“Well if I was dead I wouldn’t be able to tell you I’m in love with you too.” He grinned kissing your lips, lightly. He was scared of hurting you.

That summer you, mum, and Remus moved to the Grimmauld Place.

“Dad!”

“Buttercup!” You ran into your fathers embrace with a giddy smile. You hadn’t seen him in a good while. He visited you when you were sick but now you got to live with him.

You had just turned 18. You were secretly dating Charlie Weasley and you got to move in with your dad. Best year ever!

The Weasley’s also moved in and you, Fred, and George worked on their products. You and Harry gave your winnings to the twins so they could do their joke shop.

Charlie was there for the summer too. You were of age so you got to join the Order. During those meetings you sat beside Charlie. He had his hand on your thigh and you played his fingers in his lap.

It was subtle, no one could tell. Except Sirius, he loved to tease you about him.

Late nights was included Charlie in your room full of cuddles, kisses and your favorites. You always made sure to lock the door so no one saw you and Charlie and entangled limbs.

Your secret was falling apart. Or you two just didn’t care. You brought up to the twins what if you and Charlie went places and they said they didn’t mind. Though one morning you did forget to lock the door.

“Y/N!” You shot awake off Charlie’s chest. George was holding an order form. “Charlie?”

Eyes wide you turned to Charlie who was smirking and starting to lean against the headboard. He brought you on his lap. “Meet my girlfriend.”

“No. Fucking. Way.”

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getawayfox · 11 months

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Do you have favorite Drarry tropes :)?

Hi Anon! Thank you for sending this ask and giving me an excuse to make another self-indulgent rec list. It was so much fun - mainly because I haven’t been reading much in the last few weeks, so revisiting my favourites for this has been an absolute blast.

I’m a soft bean and while I will read and enjoy angsty tropes on occasion, you’ll more likely find me searching for wholesome stories. And smut. So, here is a handful of favourites for my most sought-after tropes. I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I do!

👬 Established relationship

Dragon by @lqtraintracks (M, 356 words) Things get interesting when your husband's Patronus is a Romanian Ridgeback.

It Is I Who Will Surely Expire by @tepre (T, 1k)

I call this: Draco Malfoy is super awake at 3AM staring at the ceiling going over dramatic doom scenarios (while Harry drools on his chest)

Through the Window, Clear Skies by @tackytigerfic (M, 1.4k)

What would happen if Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy moved in together, too soon after they started kissing and then fucking and not hating each other anymore? Will Draco insist on a wine rack? Or: Domestic Drarry with a bare hint of angst.

acts of service by @oknowkiss (E, 5.6k)

Harry's sick, and Draco just wants to take care of him, but they're two idiots in love, so it couldn't possibly be that easy.

✨Bonus: this piece by @bluebutter-art

🤍 Found family

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. Living with Draco (biscuit-lover, no work/life balance, good hair) and his son Scorpius (also biscuit-lover, colour-codes his bricks, proud bearer of plastic swan-shaped garden ornament) gives Harry the routine and companionship he’s always craved. There’s also the matter of the really great sex (because what’s a marriage of convenience without a little fun, after all?) It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year… This isn't the story of the marriage. This is the story of two hurt and damaged men who learned how hard they could work for the sake of love.

Beneath the Wave by @moonflower-rose (M, 30k)

Harry is done with a life in the spotlight. No more adventures, no more mortal peril. He wants a quiet life of food and friends, and family. He even manages to have it for a while, until suddenly there are giant rabbits that need ferrying to a mysterious island, and a handsome Draco Malfoy, and Harry's right back in the middle of the action again, despite his best efforts.

Pages of You by @wolfpants (E, 101k)

Summer, 1980. Harry is floating between university and becoming a Real Certified Adult. He's not ready. He really isn't. In a desperate attempt to have the Best Last Summer ever, he takes a casual job at his godfather's bookshop in London, starts an illicit pen pal affair with a wordy posh boy that he's catching feelings for, all while dealing with the son of Sirius's business rival, one Draco Malfoy, insufferable know-it-all extraordinaire. A story about trying to figure out who you are, where you're going in life, and who you want to take along with you.

Make This Leap by @oflights (M, 118k)

Harry owns a struggling restaurant which is running out of money, and his Head Chef has just handed in notice. He's at a bit of a loss as to what to do until Narcissa Malfoy presents an obvious solution: bring in Draco Malfoy as Chef and part owner. Harry does.

✨Bonus: more art by @bluebutter-art

🍋 Smut with feelings

First Times by @fw00shy (E, 1.5k)

Their first time is in the loo.

Your Breath, My Lungs by @wolfpants (E, 1.7k)

I try not to think of the years we have behind us. School was a lost cause, it was always going to be a lost cause, but in the time since—Eighth Year, all of us cautiously coming together the way we had, how we all ended up, how we are now, nine years later, friends and loved ones and infinitely intertwined—I can’t help but worry if it’s too late for us. Maybe I’ve waited too long to tell him how I feel. - During a friend's engagement party, Harry finally tells Draco how he feels about him.

Flip/Fuck by @shealwaysreads (E, 1.8k)

Switch: to give up (something) and take something else in return

The Night of the Fireworks by @corvuscrowned (E, 6.3)

It isn't easy keeping a relationship a secret, especially when it's so new. So if Harry and Draco can find a moment to sneak off for some alone time, they're going to take it - even if it happens to be during Ginny and Luna's wedding party.

✨Bonus: Cake by the Ocean by @bluebutter-art (E, art)

On Harry's 42nd birthday, Draco treats him to a romantic getaway at the Malfoy's private beach in Sicily.

#drarry #rec list #i got an ask!#I wonder if it's the same anon who asked for my favourite getting together fics #let me know if it's you anon!#I love getting these

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oxydiane · 2 years

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'Smile!'

For the Day 1 prompt! @jilytoberfest

You can read on AO3 too!

‘I still don’t get why you bother with that chunky muggle thing, we can’t even move in those photographs!’

‘You know,’ Lily’s sweet tone was betrayed by the roll of her eyes. ‘It’s nostalgic, and I can’t really expect Mum and Dad to frame wizard photos.’

‘Why not? We keep that horrible vase your sister’s given us, they can keep something of ours.’

‘You know,’ she starts again, ‘Muggles don’t usually keep moving pictures around, now I wouldn’t be opposed to that, but that would mean she’d have to hide it… and I don’t think Mum would want to hide any of us.’

James straightens his back. ‘Yeah, you’re right, we make too good of a family to keep it to ourselves. The Muggles deserve to see the handsomest of them all.’

That makes Lily giggle and peck her husband on the cheek. She reaches for the polaroid camera that lay discarded on the coffee table, James never figured out how to work it.

‘Smile!’ She exclaims, and right before the camera clicks, James starts tickling the small baby sitting on his lap. Lily rejoices, sure she must have caught the moment.

‘Mum and Dad are going to love this.’

James stands up, Harry’s head resting on his chest as he recovers from the attack. ‘I bet, they’re going to make a right fuss as soon as they see how much this little guy’s teeth have grown. Is that right, Haz? Is grandma going to send another letter complaining about how we never bring you over so she can smother you in peace?’ He speaks in an exaggerated silly voice that makes Harry laugh and reach for James’ face.

‘Oh, please, at least they don’t yell! If I get another howler over breakfast from Euphemia telling me we need to visit soon and bring Harry because they have more gifts for him…’

‘Hey, leave her be! You know she gets lonely, alone with Dad in that big house, her two kids away –‘

‘Talking about her kids,’ interrupts Lily, waving the polaroid near her face. ‘Is Padfoot dropping by soon?’

Harry seems to perk at the mention of his Godfather. ‘Pa’foo?’ He asks, big green eyes travelling from his mother back to his father.

‘Yeah, yeah, your beloved will be here soon,’ says James, talking to Harry rather than Lily. ‘I still can’t believe that was his first word.’ He mutters that to himself.

Mere moments later, the telltale roar of Sirius’ motorbike can be heard from outside their home, and the familiar sound makes Harry clap and laugh in anticipation.

‘Talk of the devil…’ utters James, but he was smiling from ear to ear.

Lily’s eyes roll back as she watches her husband excitedly go for the door. She follows them and crosses her arms, leaning against the wall with what she’s sure is a sickeningly sweet look; watching her son smile big and squish Sirius’ cheeks in his tiny hands whenever his Godfather picks him up does that to her.

‘Heard from a little birdie that little Bambi was missing his Pa’foo?’ Sirius coos while kissing one of Harry’s hands, and Lily was sure that if she tried telling any of their old classmates the Tall, Dark and Handsome Sirius Black actually spends at least three days of the week making a baby voice for her son, they’d say she was mental. Oh, yeah, they’d require proof to believe that.

Struck by an idea, she makes her way back to the coffee table and picks up the discarded muggle camera before quickly walking back and snapping a picture of the scene. Sirius, noticing the click, finally stops fussing over Harry and turns to Lily.

‘I hope that’s not your muggle rubbish, Evans,’ he jokes and Lily laughs freely because she knows he doesn’t mean any of it. ‘I want proper pictures of this baby here, need this charming smile in my wallet to balance the dad’s ugly face.’

‘I’m afraid you’ll have to make do,’ she retorts and shakes the fresh picture as James makes an indignant noise. ‘And it’s ‘Potter’ now, you of all people should know, best man.’

‘Yeah, yeah, sure, let me see that.’ Sirius dismisses the conversation when he notices the picture developing.

Soon, all three of them are looking fondly at the blurry photograph in Lily’s hand and Sirius takes it before turning his attention back to Harry, who had started crying out for him.

‘You know…’ whispers James, ‘We are going to use wizard film for my parents. No this isn’t up for debate! Mum will skin me alive if I send her still, blurry pictures of her grandson – hey, stop laughing!'

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wisteria-cherry · 4 months

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marauders + associated characters!

gryffindor—🦁🔥🏆

black, sirius III- also called padfoot, he was born in 1959 to the house of black, one of the sacred twenty-eight. his parents were second cousins, and he did not have a good relationship with any member of his family nor extended family, except perhaps andromeda black. he rejected his family's values strongly, constantly emphasizing the differences between him and his family: making a shrine to godric gryffindor in his room, using permanent sticking charms to put up posters of motorcycles and muggle girls in bikinis on his walls. he and james potter were particularly popular, sirius' "thing" being that he was a bad boy- dark, handsome looks, arrogant, immense intellegence, and a tendency to ignore girls, which only made them want him more. he supported james potter wholeheartedly in his lifelong hatred for severus snape. they went out of their way to bully severus snape, and although he would later come to regret it, he never apologized. in his fifth year, he decided to play a "prank", telling severus snape about the passage through the whomping willow that led to the shrieking shack. severus snape went on a full moon, not knowing that remus lupin was transforming, forcing james potter to save severus snape. at age sixteen, he broke away from the house of black and was adopted by the potter family. he was disowned, but his uncle had pity on him and left him a large inheritance. he would later go on to be the best man and james potter and lily evans' wedding and the godfather of harry potter. Sirius was a tall, well-built, darkly handsome man with fair skin, medium, lustrous black hair, which sometimes appeared light in the sun, striking grey eyes, and an air of "casual elegance" as well as a somewhat haughty look on his face. in 1996, he died in a duel against his cousin bellatrix.

carter, richard- a former captain of the gryffindor quidditch team. he had a plaque up in gryffindor tower marking him as such by the early 1990s.

cresswell, dirk- born in 1961 to a muggle family, he began his education in 1972 at hogwarts. he was a favorite of professor horace slughorn, the potions master at the time. he was fluent in gobbledegook, the language of goblins. he would then go on to become the head of the goblin liaison office in the ministry of magic. he would later be murdered in 1998 for evading the muggle-born registration commission led by a corrupted ministry of magic, then infiltrated by death eaters. he is assumed to be one of slughorn's "all-time favorite students", implying proficiency in potions. he is also capable on a broomstick, and in very skilled in charms, able to perform a non-corporeal patronus charm, which is considered incredibly advanced magic.

evans, lily- born in cokewell in 1960, the same town as severus snape, she was in a muggle family. evidently, she was better off than severus snape's family, as her sister petunia sneered at him for coming from a poverty-stricken neighborhood. it was severus snape that told her she was a witch, which caused a rift between her and petunia, who wanted to attend hogwarts with her. she was skilled at potions, leading her to be a member of the slug club. in her years at hogwarts, she continuously stood up for severus snape, despising james potter for bullying him, despite not approving of his death eater friends, until, one day, he lashed out at her. he asked for forgiveness, but when asked whether he would still become a death eater, she realized he wouldn't change for her, thus, they parted ways. during her seventh year, however, she saw james potter prove himself to be brave and responsible, so she began to date him. she was also head girl alongside his being head boy. she would then go on to marry him at eighteen, also attending her sister petunia's wedding, although being devastated that she was not a bridesmaid. she is described as vivacious, popular, responsible, witty, charming, and kind. she was also a woman of great integrity. she had a slight temper and a sharp tongue, but was also willing to give people second chances. she was described as beautiful, with thick, dark red hair that fell to her shoulders, and almond-shaped bright green eyes. she would soon go on to meet an untimely death at the hands of voldemort in 1981.

king, r.j.h- born in 1957 or earlier, he attended hogwarts in the 60s. he was on gryffindor's quidditch team, and won an award for it in 1969. the plaque was shared with james potter and m.g. mcgonagall.

lupin, remus- born in 1960 to wizard lyall lupin and muggle hope howell, moony was infected with lycanthropy at five years old by fenrir greyback, who wanted revenge against remus' father, who was angry that fenrir had been released from trial. at that time, there was no cure. at first, during transformations, he would be brought to the shrieking shack, but the isolation nearly drove him mad. however, he soon became friends with james potter, sirius black and peter pettigrew. he tried to make excuses for his monthly transformations, but, by their second year, the other three had figured it out. by fifth year, each of the three boys had become animagi illegally for his sake. james potter became a red stag, earning the nickname prongs. sirius black, dubbed padfoot, became a bear-like black dog. peter pettigrew earned the name wormtail via his rat animagus. with them, he became more tame, in a way- even though he transformed, there was still some of him that was there in his mind. he was somewhat of a prankster, but was not nearly as much so as james potter and sirius black. he and the other marauders also created the marauder's map, which allowed them to see where anyone was at any given moment. he also held a dislike for severus snape by association. he was a prefect, although due to his loyal nature, he had trouble exercising discipline over his friends. although he was never cruel to severus snape, he would later come to regret just standing by and watching. he was described as tall, with thick hair, darker than it would be upon growing older but never specified how dark exactly. he is often described as having scars all over his body, which is logical but not confirmed. he was described as compassionate, intelligent, level-headed, peaceful, brave, kind, and selfless. despite experiencing so much prejudice, he still sees the good in others and is very forgiving. he was described as the most mature and responsible, and he was incredibly perceptive. however, he also had fears of shame and rejection, which lead to bystanding more often than he'd have liked. he was desperate to be liked. he was disgusted by all things wolfish and held a nurturing nature. he was skilled at charms, and he would grow up and meet an untimely death at the battle of hogwarts by antonin dolohov.

mcgonagall, m.g- note that this is only in the movie canon. m.g was a student at hogwarts in the early 70s and quite possibly the late 60s. their gender is unknown, and they played on the gryffindor quidditch team, winning an award for it in 1971 along with james potter and r.j.h king.

pettigrew, peter- born in either 1959/1960, he was either a pureblood or a half-blood. he was a hatstall, the hat taking more than five minutes to decide whether he was slytherin or gryffindor. he came to befriend james potter, sirius black III, and remus lupin. he idolized james potter and sirius black for their talent and popularity, living vicariously through them, so he often took part in bullying severus snape with them. he was described as stupid and foolish, and a very bad fighter. he was described as short, with watery eyes and a pointy nose, and mousy brown hair. he was keen and oppurtunistic, acting on what was best for him in the moment. he is cunning, to a degree, and desperate to the point of cowardice; wormtail was desperate for protection.

potter, james- prongs was born in 1960 as a pureblood. his parents were old, which led to a doting, pampered childhood with little limits. he was a clever student, and was a chaser on the gryffindor quidditch team. he was described as somewhat obnoxious, loving to show off, especially for lily evans. he also had a rivalry with severus snape, a result of him arguing with him on the hogwarts express about the best house and leading to a rocky relationship. thus, severus snape would follow the marauders around, looking for ways to get them expelled. in turn, he would use severus snape's own hexes against him. at some point, severus snape was curious as to why the marauders left every month, and went into the whomping willow tunnel, where remus lupin had transformed into a werewolf. consequently, he saves severus snape's life. in his sixth year, he and his parents adopted sirius black after he broke away from the house of black. in his seventh year, he began to tame his mischievous streak, becoming head boy with lily evans (despite not being a prefect) and beginning to date her. however, he continued to jinx severus snape in secret, although displayed a willingness to stop for lily evans. he would then go on to marry lily evans at age eighteen. he was disgusted by prejudice, and rebellious, but willing to make sacrifices for his loved ones. he is described as having an air of being well cared for, and untidy black hair. he was tall and thin with hazel eyes. he was said to have not worn glasses until his fifth year, and met an untimely death in 1981, murdered by voldemort.

rakepick, patricia- born around 1956, she attended hogwarts from 1967-1974. she was consistently the top of her class, but disliked by her professors. she had a massive rebellious streak, which caused her to be loved by her peers just as much as she was disliked by professors. she mentored younger students in the ways of trouble-making, even rumored to have taught the marauders a thing or two, as she was in her fifth year when they began at hogwarts. she expressed the desire to become a magizoologist, often disappearing into the forbidden forest via broomstick for days at a time. she had multiple negative encounters with centaurs, however, and harbored a dislike for them into adulthood. she went on to become a curse-breaker for gringotts with her niffler, sickleworth. however, she became a dark witch, ending up serving time in azkaban before escaping. she was a haughty-looking witch with wavy red hair and blue eyes. she was entitled, a daredevil, intellegent, smug, tempermental, and proud. she was noted as being unusually cunning for a gryffindor.

slytherin—🐍❎💶

ashe, duncan- born sometime between september 1, 1962- august 31, 1963. he was a mischief maker, frequenting zonko’s joke shop. he was also friends with peeves the poltergeist and olivia green. he was an excellent flier and potions maker. he died prematurely in the 70s-80s after a failed erumpent potion.

avery, [unknown] II- born late 50s or early 60s. the assumed son of avery, who went to school with tom riddle. he had a dark and cruel sense of humor, exemplified when he and mulciber attempted dark magic on mary macdonald in the 1975-1976 school year. he was also associated with the slytherin group that would soon become death eaters, including severus snape, whose friendship with him bothered lily evans due to his sadism, bellatrix black, rodolphus lestrange, wilkes, and evan rosier. he could potentially be regarded as evasive, given that, when faced trial in his later years for being a death eater after voldemort's downfall, he "wormed his way out" and pleaded innocent by reason of the imperius curse. in his later years, he is also portrayed as incompetent an cowardly. he is. also a potentially capable duelist. he is one of the sacred twenty-eight pureblood families.

black, andromeda- born in between 1952-1954 as the middle child of the three black daughters, it is unconfirmed whether andromeda was even at hogwarts during the marauders, the earliest graduation date being 1970 and the latest being 1972. regardless, she was thought to be skilled in charms. during this time, she fell in love with ted tonks, who she married. as a result, she got disowned by the house of black.

black, narcissa- born in 1955, she was the youngest of the three black sisters, andromeda black and bellatrix black (who predates the marauders, graduating in 69, only two years before). she grew up in a prejudiced household and continued to hold those ideals during her time at hogwarts from 1966-1973. she interacted little with her "blood traitor" cousin sirius black. she is not stated to be a death eater, but, upon marrying lucius malfoy later in life, would support her husband.

black, regulus- born in 1961 to the black family, one of the sacred twenty-eight. he began his education at hogwarts in 1972. he was named after his great uncle regulus. he was an avid upholder of black tradition and was hailed as the golden child. he was a seeker for the slytherin house quidditch team. at age 16, in 1977, he received his dark mark, admiring voldemort, much to his parents' approval (who never had dark marks but approved of voldemort's beliefs). prior to becoming a death eater, he began to reconsider after voldemort mistreated and intended to kill the blacks' house elf, kreacher, whilst setting up defensive measures for his horcrux. he is described as smaller and less handsome than his older brother, sirius black, and is portrayed as haughty, pompous, and eager to please, and after betraying voldemort was described as brave, selfless and true to his integrity. he is also shown to have respected kreacher. he was murdered in 1979, aged 17-18.

laughalot, steve- born sometime in the 1950s, he was the captain of the slytherin quidditch team from 1968-1972. nothing else is known about the elusive laughalot.

malfoy, lucius- born sometime around 1953-54 to the prestigious malfoy family, one of the sacred twenty-eight, and attended hogwarts from 1965-72 or 1966-73. it was there that he met his future wife, narcissa black. in his third year, he witnessed the resignation of the first muggle-born minister of magic, nobby leach, after he fell ill. his father was suspected of the crime. he was an upstanding student, one of authority and nobility, leading by example. when he was in his fifth year, he became a prefect, and he was also a part of the slug club, favored by then-potions master horace slughorn. in 1971, he became the first person to befriend severus snape besides lily evans upon severus snape's being sorted into slytherin. he despised albus dumbledore, who, at the time, was the head of transfiguration, and mourned the day he succeeded armando dippet as headmaster. he was described with a pale, pointed face, pale, blond, hair and cold grey eyes. he was a skilled duelist and was intellegent, shrewd, opportunistic, manipulative, prejudiced and cruel, despite maintaining an appearance of respectability. he does, however, show genuine love for those he cares for.

mulciber, [unknown] II- born between 1958-1965, he was most likely a pureblood, possibly half-blood. he attended hogwarts in the early 70s, befriending avery and severus snape, being mostly known for the cruel pranks played on other students. he and others bullied mary macdonald, even trying to use dark magic on her in the 75-76 school year. he then went on to become a death eater.

rosier, evan- born between 1953-1966, he was born into the rosier family, one of the sacred twenty-eight. he was a part of the group of slytherins who aspired to be death eaters: severus snape, mulciber II, avery II and wilkes. he would later go on to enter service under voldemort in the height of the first wizarding war with the rest of the group. somewhere around 1980-1981, he would resist arrest by mad-eye moody and be killed whilst doing so.

snape, severus- a half-blood born in 1960. he grew up in a shabby suburb, spinner's end, neglected and living in a household in which his parents always fought. he was described as unwashed with ill-fitting clothes. he befriended lily evans, on whom he had a crush, despite her not feeling the same. he was an awkward child with poor social skills. his rivalry with james potter began quickly, resulting from an argument over the houses they would be soon sorted into. in school, he excelled in the dark arts, knowing more hexes and curses at age eleven than most seventeen-year-olds. he created a variety of his own hexes, including levicorpus and sectumsempra. he grew to become friends with the group that would soon become death eaters: avery II, mulciber II, wilkes, and evan rosier, as well as older student lucius malfoy, who was a prefect and greeted him warmly. he was constantly bullied by the marauders. at one point, james potter jinxed him to levitate and hang upside down, revealing his underwear. lily evans came to his defense, but, trying to regain his dignity, he lashed out and called her a mudblood. he begged for forgiveness, but she broke off their friendship upon realizing that he still wanted to be a death eater. he would later hail it as his worst memory. his hatred for james potter only grew from there as he began to date lily evans. later in life, he would go on to protect lily evan's son as a double agent, and then die by the same fate- murdered by voldemort. he is described as thin, with a large, hooked nose. he has a stringy, pallid look, round-shouldered yet angular, a twitchy walk, and long, oily hair that jumped about everywhere. he is described as cold and bitter, often holding grudges, with poor interactional skills that hinted at depression. he was repressed and solitary, strong but silent. despite his death eater associations, he was not prejudiced against muggle-borns, but simply had a distaste for muggles like petunia and his muggle father. he is prone to exploding, but had a deep capacity to love.

talkalot, lucinda- she attended hogwarts sometime in the 70s. she became captain of the slytherin quidditch team in 1976.

vanity, emma- she attended hogwarts in the 70s, like lucinda talkalot. she was slytherin quidditch captain from 1972-1976.

wilkes, [unknown]- their gender is unknown, but they attended hogwarts sometime in the 70s, joining the group of aspiring death eaters: avery II, mulciber II, severus snape and evan rosier. later in life, a year before voldemort's downfall, wilkes would be killed by aurors while attempting to avoid imprisonment.

ravenclaw—🦅💧📘

green, olivia- was born sometime in 1962-63 and her blood status is unknown. despite being ravenclaw, she was known for her bravery. she was also hailed as one of the brightest students in her year and was friends with duncan ashe. she once got lost at flourish and blott's, implying that her sense of direction isn't the best. she would then go on to work at the minstry for nine years in the department of mysteries as an unspeakable. then, upon being contacted by albus dumbledore following the abrupt opening of the defense against the dark arts professor position at hogwarts, quit her job and began teaching in 1991. she is portrayed with tan skin, wavy dark brown hair, and green eyes with glasses.

lockhart, gilderoy- a half-blood born in 1964, he was four years below the marauders. he nearly became a hatstall, as the hat also saw him fit in slytherin. he expected to be popular and hailed as a genius, however, he was perfectly ordinary. he did achieve good marks, and his professors thought he could certainly make something of himself, however, he was more interested in learning for the purpose of getting attention, not knowledge. he insisted he would captain the england quidditch to world championship before becoming minister of magic. he did neither, but was, for a period of time, ravenclaw's quidditch captain as a seeker. he began a hogwarts newspaper, but when that failed, he resorted to different antics: carving a signature of his name in 20-foot letters on the quidditch pitch (week's detention), sending himself 800 valentines (cancelled breakfast due to excess droppings in the porridge), and creating a spell that shot a hologram of his face into the sky, not unlike a dark mark. he is described as insensitive, impractical, insecure, insincere, vain, flamboyant, and cowardly, but also ambitious and clever. he was considered good-looking, with wavy blond hair and blue eyes and nice teeth. he had an extravagant fashion sense.

hufflepuff—🦡☀️💛

tough

houses unknown—👻🧠❓

aubrey, bertram- born in the 60s. attended hogwarts in the 70s. his canon house is unknown, although the etymology of his first name (“bright raven”) suggests affiliation with ravenclaw. james potter and sirius black used an illegal hex on him (possibly Engorgio Skullus) to cause his head to grow twice its original size. james potter and sirius black received double detention.

crouch, bartemius "barty" jr.- born in 1962-63 to the crouch family, one of the sacred twenty-eight, his house is unknown, but it is typically assumed slytherin due to his friends and, later, death eater status. he is described with straw blond hair, pale, and freckly. in his time at hogwarts, he achieved 12 o.w.l.s. it is likely that he was familiar with other up-and-coming death eaters such as lucius malfoy, severus snape, and regulus black. he took the dark mark in his later teen years. later in life, he would participate in the torture of the longbottoms, described as one of the most evil crimes in magical history. he pleaded innocent, but his father (who was presiding), who was ashamed of his death eater son, used the trial as an excuse to condemn his son and potentially show how much he hated him. he would then go on to kill his father. crouch's father was mostly absent in his life, absorbed in his work at the ministry of magic, but crouch's mother is recorded to have loved him very much. the crouchs' house-elf was winky. he is described as dangerously clever and perceptive, charismatic, cold, cruel, vengeful, manipulative, loyal, arrogant and sadistic. he is emotional and a talented actor. he was also known to have a love for quidditch. he was an incredible duelist, and was skilled in charms, transfiguration, potions, occlumency, and non-verbal magic. in 1995, crouch was given the dementor's kiss and died.

gudgeon, davey- attended hogwarts in the 1970s. he is known for have nearly lost his eye due to the whomping willow whilst playing a game, the object of which being to get as close to the trunk as you can. following gudgeon's close call, students began to avoid the whomping willow.

jorkins, bertha- born sometime between 1953-1958, she was a witch at hogwarts. she was known as somewhat of an idiot, and incredibly gossipy. she would often spread rumors and complain about mistreatment she received from other students, such as being hexed by florence's unnamed boyfriend, whom she teased for kissing florence behind the hogwarts greenhouses. she would later work for the ministry, floating between departments, beginning under barty crouch, sr, and ending up under ludo bagaman in the department of magical games and sports. she was killed in 1994 by voldemort, after he used her for information and disposed of her once he had no more use for her. her parentage is unknown.

longbottom, frank- born somewhere in between 1957-1959, he was indeed born into the longbottom family, one of the sacred twenty-eight. as he was an incredible auror as an adult, obviously displaying bravery of some sort, it is typically assumed that he was a gryffindor as well. it is also assumed but not confirmed that during his time at hogwarts, he met alice, and married her. unfortunately, he and his wife would be tortured into insanity by bellatrix.

macdonald, mary- typically assumed to be a gryffinor due to her association with lily evans, she was assumed to be at hogwarts in the 1970s. she is also assumed to be a muggle-born due to her being assaulted by mulciber. the attack was later brought up by lily evans, who was criticizing severus snape's new friends, mulciber included, by saying they were "creepy" and "evil." she would then go on to tell lily evans about how severus snape waited outside gryffindor tower to apologize for calling lily evans "mudblood".

mckinnon, marlene- was murdered in 1981, like many order of the phoenix members, so it is typically assumed that she is around the age of the marauders. later in life, she is mentioned in letters from lily evans. her family was said to be a powerful one. she is described as pale, with red hair and orange eyes, and in correspondence with lily evans.

meadows, dorcas- born in 1960, not much is known about her. she is said to have dark skin, black hair, and brown eyes, and was murdered in 1981 by voldemort personally, making allusions to the idea that she was a skilled and powerful witch.

shacklebolt, kingsley- born in or before the 1960s, his family was one of the sacred twenty-eight. his house is unknown, but it is implied that he either saw, met or knew james potter, as he would later go on to point out similarities between him and his son, harry. he is described as having a slow, deep voice that came across as reassuring. he was level-headed and calm, but with a justified temper and immense power. he was known to be a good judge of character, faithful, and devoted to his causes, although he is not one to blindly follow another.

tonks, ted- it is unknown when he was born, and when he went to hogwarts. however, it can be reasonably deduced that he was there at around the same time as andromeda black, whom he fell in love with and married. later in life, he is portrayed as affectionate and sweet, which leads to many peoples' belief of his being hufflepuff.

[unknown], adrian- born in either 1959 or 1960. he began his hogwarts career in 1971, and became a member of the slug club. he would later become a photographer, much to slughorn's disappointment, however, they would still keep in touch.

[unknown], alice- due to her incredible bravery as an auror and future gryffindor son, she is often headcanoned to be a gryffindor. other non-confirmed headcanons include her being similar age to her future husband, frank longbottom, which results in the reasonable assumption that they went to hogwarts together. she is assumed to have received at least five n.e.w.t.s of "exceeds expectations" or higher. she would later go on to marry frank longbottom and be tortured into insanity by bellatrix. she was a round-faced woman with short hair.

[unknown], florence- born in 1950s-60s, she was a witch at hogwarts at the same time as berthe jorkins. bertha jorkins caught her behind the hogwarts greenhouses kissing a boy, presumably her boyfriend.

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Aflame

A knock on the door revealed a witch of about 40, with auburn hair swirled into an elaborate updo and many jewelled rings on her rather stubby fingers. ‘Mr Black?’ She asked, she stuck out a beringed hand, ‘I’m Acantha Artifice, best selling biographer. I sent you an owl.’

‘I - er - I didn’t reply,’ Sirius said, shaking the proffered paw in bemusement.

‘No, well, I thought it best if I just come along anyway, make things easier for you… May I come in?’ and without waiting for an answer she pushed her way into the hallway, walked into the living room and, by the time Sirius had followed her, was settling herself down in an armchair.

Remus was sitting on the sofa, reading The Daily Prophet and acting as if absolutely nothing was happening. Sirius glowered at him. Remus - behind the paper - did not see.

‘Can I - er - can I get you a cup of tea, then?’ he asked, rubbing his neck awkwardly and wondering what in Merlin’s name was actually going on.

Acantha smiled at him, revealing a diamond filling in her front tooth. ‘That would be lovely.’

He made the teas and sat down in a chair of his own, facing this intruder into his peace. ‘So - er - what do you want?’ He asked rather bluntly.

‘As I said in my owl, Mr. Black, I am interested in telling the world your story. Such a fascinating story… a pure blood renegade, a war hero, such tragic losses, a miscarriage of justice, Godfather and protector of The Boy Who Lived. I assure you, my readers would lap it up. You would be quite the celebrity.’

‘I don’t want to be a celebrity.’

She gave a tinkly laugh. ‘Nonsense.’

‘...Er…’

‘It would help the wizarding world see the real you. Not the psychotic mass murderer who broke out of Azkaban to kill little Harry Potter. But the humble hero, who saved the day, suffered the consequences and now lives quite alone in his rustic cottage.’

He shot a glance at the sofa, where Remus was still hidden behind the paper. Not helping out, not joining in… loving every minute of Sirius’s discomfort. He could tell, just by the silence. Git. ‘I don’t live alone. I live with Remus.’

That tinkly laugh again. ‘Well, yes, but… I mean…’ she cleared her throat, and rapped her nails on the arm of her chair. ‘This book could really help you with the next stage of your life, Mr. Black. Help you move on… A wife, children…’

‘Er -’ he sneaked another peek at Remus, and was met by that same wall of newspaper. There was a rustle, and a page was turned. Sirius glowered. Remus didn’t see. Git!

‘I assure you, Mr. Black, you want me to write your story before Rita Skeeter does. It will be much more sympathetic. She will…’ Her eyes roved around the room and settled on the newspaper (and Remus behind it) ‘cast aspersions.’

Sirius blushed. ‘Look,’ he said, desperate to get this interfering witch out of his house, ‘can I think about it?’

She grinned, flashing the diamond filling once again. ‘Of course. I’ll just leave a copy of my previous work here for you to peruse, so you can get an idea of what I can do for you - and send me your owl when you’re ready.’

‘Right,’ he got to his feet, and ushered her out of the room and out of the cottage. And then returned to the living room, where Remus was still reading the paper as if there had been no disturbance. There was another rustle, and another page turned.

Sirius tutted, and sank back into his chair, picking up the book Acantha had left behind. Beneath the Gilded Heart Beats Bravery: The Tragic Tale of Gilderoy Lockhart,’ he read, and tutted again. He flicked it open and read the first couple of lines. ‘Once he was the five times winner of Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile award, but it was not just his devastating good looks which set hearts aflame and aflutter. For more than a handsome man, Lockhart was a true hero, who had his mettle tested in the most dangerous of circumstances…’

Closing the book with a snap, he threw it aside with a snort of disgust. ‘Well, bugger me,’ he said.

‘That’s not normally the way around we do things, Padfoot,’ Remus said calmly from behind his paper, ‘but if you like…’

Git!

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nena-96 · 7 months

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On One Condition

Hey, this is for the Blackevans BFF Week Fest (I'm a bit late :( but I hope I can still submit some more work, if only my laptop works) So this is the first time I'm writing about Sirius and Lily's friendship and I wanted to say that I'm happy with how it came out. I hope to write more on this friendship, it seems as of late the Marauders era has got me in a chokehold.... but I love it XD Also, wanted to mention that I do not own the these characters, only the plot and I don't have the rights to the song "Dancing Queen" by, ABBA I hope you enjoy this fic, and feel free to tell me what you think!

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“Sirius, you have no idea how important you are to us, we want you to be Harry’s Godfather”, Lily said as she looked at the man that was currently cradling her son in his arms. There was complete silence in the room, until Sirius turned to her with red rimmed eyes. “Lily, you can’t honestly think that I’d be the right person to be there for Harry. I’m too much of a fuck-up to have the responsibility of taking care of your child if something were to happen to either you or James, I don’t know how I’d even cope with that, let alone take care of Harry.” Sirius said as he ran one hand over his face in frustration as the other arm had Harry cradled securely.

“Oh, that's bullshit, and you know fucking know that!”, Lily spat out in frustration, her cheeks reddening in agitation almost matching the color of her fiery hair.

“Tsk, tsk, Lily I am truly appalled by your language, don’t you see I’m carrying an innocent baby in my arms,” Sirius said in a mock scandalized voice as he rocks Harry in his arms and shakes his head. Lily rolled her eyes and clenched her jaw, “Oh, sod off Sirius, I’m being serious right now, and don’t you even dare and make that into a joke.” She narrowed her eyes and poked him in the chest with her forefinger as if daring him to say something else.

“Look, Evans-”

“I’m actually a Potter”

He rolled his eyes before turning his head to look at the photographs on the mantle, they were muggle ones of James, Lily and himself at the wedding. The love of the three friends really showed through those photos even though they didn’t move. The wedding was small but there was no lack of love during that day. It was a complete contrast to those blasted Pureblood wedding ceremonies he was forced to attend as a child. The difference was that his friends married out of love, and not out of convenience for a special status in the wizarding world.

“Sirius, I don’t know if you remember from all the Firewhiskey that you and James consumed, but need I remind you, that you were the best man at the wedding. In case you’ve forgotten we have pictures and videos to prove it”, Lily said breaking him out of his thoughts. Sirius chuckles as tears begin to fall gently down his handsome face as he rocked Harry tighter in his arms. He glances down and gently touches Harry’s chubby cheek with his knuckles, watching this tender moment , which had made Lily’s heart grow. There was no doubt that Sirius will be an excellent Godfather for Harry, there simply is no one else that would fit that role.

“How could I forget, it was a great wedding, plus watching James get sloshed as he was singing that Muggle song, erm…. The Dancing….Fuck, what was it called again?’ Sirius swore as he tried to remember the name of the song that her husband had ended up singing after one two many shots of Firewhiskey during the reception of the wedding. If it wasn’t for Fleamont, pulling James off of the stage as he began to strip off his jacket and wave it above his head as he sang, “Having the time of your life”, as he pointed at her while she tried her best to not choke on the champagne that she was drinking.

“It was Dancing Queen, by ABBA and please don’t swear around Harry”. Lily scolded Sirius as she watched him laugh, it was such a rare thing these days, it was as though this war that hung over their heads was ripping the joy from everyone. Which is why Lily wanted to bask in the familiar yet, foreign sound of the way Sirius' laughter vibrates against the walls of the room, that was until the moment that Harry began to cry.

“Shhh, it's alright, Harry…. Go back to sleep and dream about how we’ll drive your mum and dad insane when I teach you how to ride my motorbike”, Sirius fake whispered as he smirked at the look on Lily’s horror stricken face, “absolutely not, it's dangerous” she managed to say, thankfully without sputtering. “Oh please, there's lots of things that are far more dangerous than that”, Sirius said as he rolled his eyes at her. Letting out a sound of frustration, Lily walked right up to Sirius, “First of all, I’ve known you for a long time so I know when you are purposely trying to avoid a conversation. Second, give me one good reason as to why you shouldn’t be Harry’s Godfather,” Lily crossed her arms and started up at Sirius.

“Just one, eh… alright fine It’s because I doubt that you’d have chosen me if it wasn’t for this war. Not just that but also I don’t think you’d want a member of the “Most Ancient House of Black”, to be the one to care for your son”, he said bitterly. As he waited for Lily to agree with the nonsense that he spat out. Instead what he didn’t expect was for Lily to have laughed, although it wasn’t a genuine laugh it was more of a “you’ve-got -to-be-kidding me” type of laugh.

“Out of all the ridiculous things that I’ve ever heard from your mouth, this one takes the cake, bravo Sirius you’ve completely reached the point of being delusional. You do realize that James and I would choose you before anyone else in this world”, Lily raised her hand to stop Sirius from spewing even more nonsense. “Don’t you even dare say that you are even remotely like your family, because that is far from the truth and you know that. The only person that I can say resembles you is your cousin Andromeda. Other than her, you are nothing like them, the only thing you share is their bloodline, you need to know that your name doesn’t define who you are as a person.” Lily said, running her hand through her red locks,

Walking close to Sirius, she places a hand gently over Sirius’ forearm, “You’re Sirius Black, and you’re one of the most annoying, frustrating, hotheaded-”

“Gee, thanks Red”, Sirius rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“It's true and you know it, but you are also one of the most loyal and most driven wizard that I’ve ever had the chance to know. You, Sirius Black are the most important person to have ever stepped foot into James’ and my life. No matter if there’s a war going on or not, we will always choose you,” Lily said softly as she looked into Sirius’ red eyes and hoped that he could see the honesty in her eyes. She wasn’t going to be the first person to look away and she knew Sirius for a long time to know that he wouldn’t be the first to turn away either, talk about stubbornness.

The stalemate could last for hours, days even, but luckily it only lasted a few minutes. The only sounds in the room was Harry’s soft breathing between them.

“I-I can’t live with myself if I fail at being there for Harry, but you’re right. Fuck Hell, Red…. please understand me”, Sirius said before looking down at Harry, and at that moment Harry managed to open his tiny mouth in what could be the biggest yawn in a baby’s life. As he slowly fought to open his eyes and after a few unsuccessful squints, Harry managed to open his eyes wide, green eyes meet gray and at that moment Sirius made his decision.

Briefly closing his eyes tightly he nodded his head, “Alright, I’ll be Godfather,” his voice cracked at the end followed by a few more tears that slipped down his face. Lily brought up her hand and wiped off the tears from his rough face, while crying herself. “Really? Are you sure?” Lily wondered as she smiled through watery eyes. “Yes, I-I… I’ll be honored to be Harry’s Godfather”, Sirius managed to say as he wiped at his eyes and nodded his head in acceptance, as Lily was going to hug him, Sirius raised the hand he wasn’t using to carry Harry, “but on one condition.” “Oh, of course, what is it?” Lily said as she placed her finger close to Harry and smiled at the way he wrapped his tiny fingers around her index finger.

“You said you still have videos of the wedding right?” Sirius said mischievously, causing Lily to look up from Harry and tilt her head, “Erm, yes.” Lily said in confusion, not knowing why Sirius wanted to know that. “Look, Lily I’ll be Godfather to this little bundle of joy, only if you show me the video of James singing to the Dancing Queen”, he said in the most serious voice he could muster.

#blackevans bff week #sirius black #lily evans #harry potter #james potter #the marauders era #Prompt 4: being bros

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nettedtangible · 4 months

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Thinking about the fact that Sirius definitely had the mirror in his pocket when he was looking after Buckbeak and Harry was using the fire like an idiot. 😭😭😭😭

#Not to mention. Why just his head? Just floo your whole body to grimmauld you idiot. Then you’re in London and you can run down the street #to the ministry >:(#God Harry why do u have to be so dumb #sirius black #harry potter fandom #harry potter #harry potter marauders #padfoot #harry potters handsome godfather #good godfather sirius black

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startanewdream · 8 months

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I was reading a post in which person is arguing why Sirius is more mature and better father figure for harry than james. Arguments - "he is more politically minded, he had a rough childhood so he had to grow up fast , james(21age) was sheltered and ignorant. Also james was whining about cooped up in the house. Lily should have been with Sirius handsomer, cooler and overall better choice".

But you know what example they gave to show james was childish " he was playing with harry like a child even in his death scene" this makes me angry loving father making his son laugh is now considered to be childish now.

I also have see many people resenting james for having loving parents like it was his fault. Even narrative sort that of blames him " well cared of" dunno why it bugs me.

I will like to know your thoughts

While I have this soft spot for Starflower, I cannot see Lily with anyone but James—and a James who grew away past his 16-year-old-stupidity and is not "child" by any chance.

But to address the points here:

Sirius is more politically minded: probably, he grew up in a family that dealt with wizarding society, whereas that was not the Potter's case. But I don't see how this interacts with being a better father or a better person.

Sirius had a rough childhood so he had to grow up fast: eeeer, there is no evidence, not really. Until Sirius rebelled (Gryffindor, befriending muggleborns and halfbloods, running away from home) he was probably the perfect well-cared heir (of course, care doesn't equal Love, but draws back the idea of rough childhood)

James was sheltered and ignorant: For the first 11 years of his life? Mostly likely. But he befriends Remus, shelters Sirius and is in love with a muggleborn at a time where prejudices are well-defined, where you needed to take a side. He had enough moral to join the Order, putting himself in danger even though he wouldn't need with his perfect pureblood status.

James was whining. The literal quote from Lily is "he tries not to show it, but I can tell". Come on.

James was childish. You answered this one, anon, I won't even bother.

Resenting James for having loving parents. I think this misses the point of James' backstory. I know this was just supposed to contrast with Snape's tragic story, but also having loving parents gave James confidence, made him a beacon of light for his misfit friends, and yes, added to that bullying toerag part of his life. (which, again, he grew out of). What I don't get is how you can resent someone for not having a dysfunctional family... like that's a bad thing? LOL

I think I covered all points, but to make this clear: Sirius was the best godfather Harry could have. He devoted great part of his life to try to protect Harry (Sirius needing to take a look at Harry right after he escapes, just to make sure Harry was all right, is a personal underrated moment for me); he cared for Harry and he loved his godson. Compare him to James is pointless because James died before Harry could have him as a father figure, but, in the way I see, James Potter would have been the best father.

#this got me sentimental #and also a bit angry #i love Sirius Stay Away from my Godson Black #and Harry craved for father's figure the whole series #but don't offend James Potter to prove a point #that man might have his flaws but being a bad father was not one of them

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weeklyreadings · 2 years

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Week 37

Phoenix in the Fire By @fw00shy

Rated E. 1k. Drarry

Their first time was an accident. "Sex pollen," Draco claims, though everyone knows it was too much Ogden's after Puddlemere beat the Tornados 240-230.

Lacking Conviction by FleetofShippyShips

Rated E. 10k. Drarry

After a mission goes sideways and they're lucky to walk away unscathed, Harry doesn't want to deal with the ensuing argument and floos home mid-angry tirade from his partner. He doesn't count on Malfoy just flooing through right after him to pick up where they left off.

You know when you read a fic only a month ago but can’t stop thinking about it. And then @elder-millennial-trash recommends it on her blog. Its defently ment for a reread 👇🏽

Paper rings by @lettersbyelise

Rated E. 50k. Drarry

When Harry’s in need of a divorce lawyer, he has no choice but to turn to the best in the trade. Draco Malfoy’s reputation for discretion is flawless, and his track record for winning cases is close to perfect. But he’s also ruthless, passionate, and as infuriating as ever, and the brief relationship he and Harry had in Eighth Year still feels painfully fresh despite two decades spent apart.

What Harry and Draco used to be is all in the past. And surely they can work together in these new, emotionally charged circumstances without falling in love all over again… can’t they?

Stray Dogs by @msalexwp

Rated E. 33k. Wolfstar

Harry Potter has been begging his godfather and guardian, Sirius Black, for a puppy, but the one they adopt comes with a condition: They have to make regular visits to the family who adopted his brother. Luckily (or unluckily) for Sirius, the puppy's brother was adopted by a handsome, golden-haired stranger named Remus Lupin and his son, Teddy.

#fic recs #fanfic #hp fanfic #wolfstar #ao3fic #drarry #wolfstar fanfiction #drarry fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction

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hd-wireless · 2 years

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🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

🎵 Take the Moon

🎵 Mature, 15.2k words ❗ Warnings/Tags: Forced Marriage, Marry-Or-Die I Guess, Good Parent Draco Malfoy, Good godfather Harry Potter, Living Together, Found Family, Autistic Scorpius Malfoy, Pining, break up to make up, Wedding, Ableism in an Educational Setting, Curses, Magical Injury, Hospitalization, oblivious idiots in love, depiction of an autistic meltdown, Supermarket Shopping, Werewolf Harry Potter, he just happens to be one it's not what the fic is about, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Barebacking, Scent Kink, if You Squint, Astoria Greengrass Lives, the hell that is a children's party, Kid Fic, marriage separation, Moving Out, broken home, only temporarily, Getting Back Together, Light Angst, not explicit but probably a spicy M 🎵 Song Prompt: 24-Hour Store by The Handsome Family

🎵 Summary

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. Living with Draco (biscuit-lover, no work/life balance, good hair) and his son Scorpius (also biscuit-lover, colour-codes his bricks, proud bearer of plastic swan-shaped garden ornament) gives Harry the routine and companionship he’s always craved. There’s also the matter of the really great sex (because what’s a marriage of convenience without a little fun, after all? It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year… This isn't the story of the marriage. This is the story of two hurt and damaged men who learned how hard they could work for the sake of love.

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#HD Wireless #hd wireless 2022 #drarry #drarry fic #hd wireless fic

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myst867 · 1 year

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Drabble. HHR. Dimensional Travel. 5th year.

The Department of Mysteries had gone mostly silent after the screaming of the battle, except for one pair still fighting. They hadn’t yet noticed Albus Dumbledore had arrived, and their screams echoed through the high ceiling of the cavernous room.

Sirius Black ducked the green jet of the killing spell from his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange and laughed, taunting her. “Come on, you can do better than that!”

Her second spell hit him squarely in the chest. He hadn’t even finished laughing, but his grey eyes widened in shock at the hit. Harry felt his heart thump hard in his chest. No.

Harry jumped up from where he had fallen during the early battle, running as fast as he could as Sirius started to stumble. It all happened in slow motion. The graceful arc of Sirius's body as he curved backward, a look of fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face. The ragged veil parted as Sirius fell through, causing it to flutter for a moment as though in a high wind, and then it fell back into place.

High-pitched screaming echoed along with Harry’s own as he ran full out towards the veil. “SIRIUS!”

Harry didn’t know how he kept screaming because his chest felt like it was being trampled on, his heart beating erratically. He couldn’t lose Sirius. He had only just fallen through that curtain, he had to be just on the other side of that veil. Harry would pull him back out again.

Lupin’s hand shot out and Harry ducked to the side, his long reach missing him by millimeters. Harry heard the screams behind him but ignored them, his focus on reaching the veil. He jumped right through it without a pause.

His momentum sent him straight into the concrete on the other side and he looked up into Sirius’s confused face. “I knew you would be here! Come on Dumbledore is here—”

“Who the bloody hell—”

“Sirius!” the two witches screamed almost in unison, jerking their attention up.

Harry’s mouth dropped open as he saw Hermione running towards them. How had she recovered from Dolohov’s blast? Why did she look–

“Who are you?” Hermione asked, pointing her wand at him.

“What the—are you—why do you—” Harry couldn’t make a coherent sentence come out, and he looked around the same cavernous room he had just come from—but that was impossible. He looked towards the veil and there it was, still fluttering softly.

Three wands were pointed in his direction. Now the battle raging beyond the room seemed muted as they focused on each other, Harry with his hands slightly raised.

“Now be a good lad and tell me who you are?” Sirius asked.

Staring into his familiar grey eyes, Harry picked up the details he had missed in his initial rush to grab Sirius and get back. Sirius’ hair was no longer liberally threaded with silver, it was jet black and the lines that had given his face a worn, tired look from his time in Azkaban were gone. Sirius looked so much younger and healthier than he had been just moments ago.

Hermione looked different in much the same way. Her hair was longer and instead of a frizzy mess, it was in neat curls that highlighted her softer features. Harry had always thought Hermione was pretty enough, and it had irritated him the way Ron sometimes clumsily cut down her confidence. But this Hermione was put together and elegant, the way he had seen his Hermione only once before during the Yule ball in fourth year.

The third person facing him was perhaps the most troubling of all. She was shorter than him, almost even with Hermione. She had wild black curls and bright green eyes. But the most striking thing about her was the scar on her forehead—the exact mirror of his.

Harry had never introduced himself using his full name, but his middle name slipped out when he answered. “My name is Harry James Potter.”

“Bollocks!” the curly haired witch cried out.

Sirius looked at him consideringly. “He looks exactly like him, more than you Zinny.”

“Just because he has a penis doesn’t mean it automatically makes him look more like—”

“ZINNY!” Sirius and Hermione yelled and Harry could feel his face heat up a bit. Where the bloody hell was he? And could he get back?

Harry took a step back from the group.

“Don’t move.” Sirius warned.

Yeah, not happening. Harry backed up another step, his wand raising.

“Stupefy!” The spells came from three directions and he batted them off casting a protego as he turned to make a run back to the veil.

“Fast like James.” Harry heard the low voice behind him as the spells pelted his shield as he ran.

He stretched out his hand, his fingers almost touching the veil when a feminine voice roared behind him. “STUPEFY!”

Harry collapsed just short of the veil, the last thought going through his head that her magic felt familiar. Like an echo of his own, like family.

#hp harmony #harmony #harmione #harry and hermione #harry potter #harry x hermione #harry james potter #hermione granger #hermione x harry #drabble

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jmagnabo92 · 2 years

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Sirius Returns

Snippet - sort of, for a Sirius returns from the veil fic. Home Series.

June 18th, 2006

In the days leading up to June 18th, Harry James Potter always finds himself feeling a little gloomy. Unlike the other major days marked during the war: May 2nd and June 30th, this day is the only day that solely affects Harry because a decade previously, he’d lost the one person that meant the world to him: Sirius Orion Black, his godfather.

Sirius had always put Harry first, loved him and only him, supported him, helped him with the Dursleys, and did everything that he could for him. Unfortunately, when he was fifteen, he’d fallen for Voldemort’s trap and instead of rescuing Sirius – Sirius ended up dead. He’s never forgiven himself for that.

Which is why the anniversary of his death every year he has Andromeda Tonks (Sirius’ cousin and the grandmother to his godson/son) watch his godson/son Teddy Potter (previously Lupin) overnight.

This is why he’s packing his eight-year-old's overnight bag and trying to keep him calm (because he always gets extra excited when he’s off to grandma’s house), when he hears the floo go off. “Harry! Harry!”

Confused, and unexpected, Harry heads down the stairs of their cottage to see the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, himself, in his fire. Although on friendly terms with the Minister given the time that they’ve spent as part of Dumbledore’s Order and the cleanup of the Wizarding World after the war, Harry hadn’t really talked to him often in recent years because he’s been busy with his own endeavors and had chosen not to pursue a career at the Ministry as an Auror after the hell of the war.

“Kingsley, what can I do for you?”

“There was an incident at the DOM - I need you to come to St. Mungos,” Kingsley states and when Harry opens his mouth to say that he doesn’t have anything to do with the Ministry to be summoned, he adds, “It’s Sirius.”

“Sirius?” Harry asks, stunned. His heart beating fast, and he’s almost panicking. “Is he – did he?”

“He came out of the veil – he’s at St. Mungos.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

***

It took less than ten minutes to get Teddy to Andy’s, say goodbye, and be walking up to Sirius’ hospital room. He couldn’t believe that he’s about to get his godfather back. He just hopes that Sirius is as happy as he is to be back.

“Harry! Oh, thank Merlin! Tell them I'm fine and to let me go,” Sirius insists upon seeing him, clearly happy. His hair falls in waves to his shoulders, shiny and clean, his grey eyes sparkling in a way that Harry had only seen briefly, and he looks to be about ten years younger than when he died. He looks just as handsome and happy as he’d been in his photographs. It’s amazing.

“You have to be checked over,” the healer insists. “You just came out of a death veil, and you won’t let me check you over!”

“I feel fine! Harry, please tell her I’m fine.”

Harry looks at the healer, who turns out to be Lisa Turpin, “Healer Turpin, please let me talk to him – I’ll convince him to let you check him out if you come back shortly.”

Lisa gives him a look, “Only because it’s you – by the way, the Minister said that we’re keeping this a secret because he knows it’s going to blow up in the paper – so don’t let anyone in unless it’s me, him or my underling Natalie McDonald.”

“Understood.”

Lisa leaves, closing the door behind her, and leaving Harry alone with Sirius. He looks good, just as good as he does in Harry’s photos from his parents’ wedding. His eyes are sparkling in a way that they barely ever did since they met, and he looks genuinely happy.

“Harry!” Sirius cheers. “You’re all grown up – they won’t tell me anything, but it’s been a while, yes?”

Harry’s still standing there in awe, the thing he’d been dreaming about for years – Sirius coming back – finally has happened and he’s in utter shock.

“Harry?” Sirius questions. “Are you okay?”

Shaking his head, Harry chuckles, “Uh yeah – yeah, I’m fine just in shock.”

Sirius laughs, “Yeah, I was kind of in shock when I was dragged here.”

“Dragged?” Harry questions moving next to the bed. “Sirius, you fell out of the veil after being in there for ten years and – and it’s natural to worry about your health. Although you look good.”

Sirius grins, “Thanks! I feel great! Tell me – ten years? What did I miss?”

“Alot, but before I get into all that, will you please let Healer Turpin check and make sure that you’re okay?”

Sirius groans, “I don’t want to be poked and prodded.”

“Please? Do it for me? So that way I can be sure you’re not going to disappear on me, again?” Harry asks. He wants to make sure Sirius is fine and okay so that he doesn’t get invested in having Sirius back if he might disappear in a day, a week, a month or anytime really.

“Can I at least get a hug first?” Sirius questions.

“Of course,” Harry gives him a hug, relishing in holding Sirius for the first time in a decade. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” Sirius replies, holding him just as tightly, a hand in Harry’s hair, messing it up playfully. When they let go, they both have tears in their eyes.

“Um, I’m going to go get the healer, behave for her, okay?”

“I promise I will.”

***

While Sirius is getting poked and prodded by the healer, Harry sits with Kingsley in the hallway, a spell to keep their privacy surrounding them. “So, fill me in – how did this happen?”

Kingsley sighs, “We’re not really sure. There was a disturbance in the DOM – there were strange readings for the last week, they were trying to study those readings and figure out what they mean when Sirius popped out this morning. The readings stopped after. We’re guessing that the readings were indicating that someone was finding their way back to the living.”

“And - and he’s not going to disappear or anything, right? He’s here to stay?”

“He’s here to stay, and – and I – there was something I've never told you.”

Harry gives him a look, “Is it about Sirius?”

“Yes - I...”

“Never cleared his name? I knew I was a mess after the war and in my unofficial 8th year at Hogwarts, but you promised me that you had cleared him,” Harry states angrily.

“I know - I know, it just – it wasn’t that important –”

“It was to me!”

“Harry –”

“It’s the only thing I asked for. It was the personal favor to me that I requested – everything else I've done was mainly for other people – this was for me.” He’s sure the look on his face shows the utter betrayal he felt that everything else he requested (that were for other people) got done, but the one thing just for him didn’t – of course no one really cared what he wanted. “I could’ve asked for the world after the way I was treated, anyone would’ve given me whatever I wanted and all I asked for was for Sirius’ name to be cleared.”

“I know, but I also know that we had alive death eaters to bring to trial and imprison...”

“And by a year after you would’ve had plenty of time to do it,” Harry finishes. “But let me guess, the Wizengamot figured that it didn’t matter because he was dead? Or maybe you didn’t.”

“I did - I just – it wasn’t top priority.”

“Make it top priority,” Harry states, fiercely. “Because I will not let him be a fugitive for the rest of his life.”

“It’ll take a couple of weeks to get the paperwork sorted out.”

“As long as it gets done as soon as possible because he has already had too much of his life taken away from him.”

“I understand. I will take care of it, I’ll let you know when.”

“Thank you.”

***

“So, how’s he doing?” Harry asks as he reenters Sirius’ hospital room.

“I can’t believe that he’s actually in perfect health,” Lisa replies. “There’s nothing wrong with him – you'd never know that he was dead less than four hours ago.”

Harry smiles, “Good, when can I take him home?”

“Take me home? What am I a new puppy?”

“Sometimes,” Harry grins at him, then looks back at Lisa. “So?”

“Let’s just keep an eye on him tonight and then you can take him home tomorrow if nothing else comes up.”

“And I can stay the night with him?”

She gives him a look, “Knowing you if I say no, you’ll just sneak in afterhours anyway, right?” Harry shrugs, he doesn’t need to deny it because she knows it would be a lie. “Fine, you can stay.”

“Thank you.”

She rolls her eyes, leaves them alone.

“So, are you okay with staying with me for a while?” Harry asks. “I probably should’ve asked sooner, but I – you know...”

“Of course, Harry. I'm delighted that you even want to offer me a place to stay and put up with me for who knows how long.”

“Put up with you? Sirius, you are so much more than that – you, I finally have you back – I wasn’t going to let you stay anywhere else.”

Sirius grins, “I’m glad that you care about me the same way I do for you.”

“Of course, you’re Sirius – I can’t even explain what you mean to me.”

“You can try,” Sirius suggests. “Maybe start by filling me in on your life – everything I've missed from even before I died.”

“It’s a long story.”

“One worth hearing, I’m sure.”

Harry grins and for the first time in a decade, he happily spends the night sharing stories with Sirius instead of getting drunk at some bar.

June 19th, 2006

Sirius couldn’t be happier if he tried. Despite still having to stay inside and away from the public for a while, he’s happily heading home with Harry, his godson, the kid that he promised a home to ages ago. He can vaguely remember the afterlife, enough to tell Harry that his parents love him and are so proud of him, and enough to feel at peace with what happened before he died, but nothing else. This, however, being back with Harry and finally fulfilling his promise to be around for him is the best feeling in the world.

“So, like I said, I always thought about living in the home you gave me, but I you hated it there and I didn’t want to be reminded of that, so instead, I bought a home in the country,” Harry says, as he pulls the car into the driveway of a nice two-story cottage. “So, I thought about what kind of house we would’ve had if you’d been free when I was thirteen and I designed and had it built while I was finishing my last year at Hogwarts even with the fee I paid to Gringotts for breaking in (which was rather small since I argued they got involved in a wizards’ war when they wouldn’t have let me come get my gold when I was Undesirable Number 1) it was done by the time I came home for the holidays.”

“So what you’re saying is that I should absolutely give you a glowing compliment of my new home?” Sirius teases.

“I didn’t - I wasn’t –”

“Harry, I’m sure the place looks great and it’s perfect because it has my favorite person living in it and it’s not Grimmauld Place.”

Harry smiles, “I know that, logically, it’s just ...”

“You’re eager to impress me because of the Dursleys?” Sirius asks. He knows enough about Harry’s life with them to know how important his opinion is for Harry. “Unlike them, I have loved you since before you were born, you don’t have to impress me (even though you do) to make me love you.”

Harry shakes his head. “Even more than five years since I’ve seen them at the trial, nine years since I left their house, I still struggle with those old feelings of never being good enough – it doesn’t help the way that the Wizarding World treats me.”

Sirius nods, knowing that it’s difficult to fight how you’re raised (he’s done it himself), even after knowing that it was wrong (evidenced by the 20 years in prison for child abuse). As they exit the car, and head up the walk to the porch, which has a series of lilies, primroses, carnations, and buttercups, Sirius chooses to comment on that instead of the Dursleys, “Four types of flowers?”

“Hmm-mm, mum’s namesake, grandmum’s namesake, and the favorite flowers of my Potter grandmother according to some letters and journals I found, and Andy’s favorite flowers.”

“Ah, four important women in your life that you may not have spent a lot of time with, but you want to have them with you in spirit.”

Harry nods, “I wish that I could’ve known them, but I didn’t, and this is... my way of having their influence of my life.”

“So, you’re close with Andy, then? We didn’t really talk much past the war and going back to Hogwarts afterwards.”

“Hmm-mm, well, it’s been a complicated decade,” Harry says, “But I’ll explain a bit as I give you a tour.”

Sirius nods looking around the foyer that opens up into the sitting room, which looks comfortable and has a lot of pictures of Harry’s friends and family in addition to a telly and what appears to be muggle video games and movies. The picture of his parents’ wedding is large and over the fireplace, a place of pride. He leads Sirius to the left away from the stairs and into a kitchen, which is surprisingly large and stocked. There’s a handful of quotes on the walls and various cookbooks. At least one of which looks homemade, he smiles, “Molly’s?”

Harry nods. “Yes, even though she was disappointed that I’ll never officially be a Weasley by marrying Ginny after the war, she still wanted me to think of myself as family as she thinks of me as family – thus, a Molly Weasley cookbook.”

Sirius raises his eyebrows, “You dated Ginny?”

“Yes, it wasn’t really worth it – a few weeks of peace and fun in sixth year and over two years to make things better with Ron.”

“Make things better?”

“He was upset that I was ‘messing her round’ according to him just because I was sixteen and under constant threat of Voldemort and broke up with her to protect her and after I no longer had Voldemort to worry about, I wasn’t ready to settle down or get seriously involved with anyone - I wanted to relax and experience life for the first time. Ginny understood even if she never gave up on me and Ron, well, he told me I never should’ve gone out with her if I wasn’t sure where I wanted it to go and … frankly, Bill and Charlie had to sit him down and tell him that it’s not normal for teenagers to fall in love and get married with the person they dated at fifteen/sixteen.”

“That took over two years?” Sirius questions.

“Oh, no. He just didn’t want to listen – until Hermione broke it off with him and he realized that his brothers were right. We were okay, just not as close in our make-up seventh year that was treated as an eighth year, especially given that I was co-head boy with Neville.” Harry grins, “Guess Dad and I were alike in that regard, Captains sixth year and Head Boy despite not being Prefect seventh year.”

Sirius smiles, “I’m sure they were – are proud of you even without those titles.”

“Hmm-mm, me too,” Harry agrees, leading him out of the kitchen into a secondary sitting room that has a ceiling that looks to the sky outside as it’s pure glass, as is the other walls, since this sitting room clearly sticks out beyond the limits of the rest of the house. “I like the openness of the room having been locked in on more than one occasion, so this room allows for me to – to have the openness whenever I need it.”

Sirius nods, “I definitely understand that.” He looks passed the double doors, “Is that a little quidditch pitch, pool and hammock?”

Harry nods, “You know how much I love to fly. This house is on several acres of land for that specific reason. I also have the pool charmed so that I could use it year-round.”

“Nice.”

Moving back into the kitchen and the first sitting room, Sirius notes a bathroom, a study, and a closet before two sets of stairs, one going down and one going up.

“The basement doesn’t have much down there, more like a testing ground for spells and things, not really worth seeing. I toyed around with having it be some sort of mini cinema, but haven’t quite figured it out yet,” Harry says, leading them upstairs. “I opted to take on Quidditch after school – played Seeker for England, I needed a break from being responsible for people’s safety. Unfortunately, while I got to enjoy the high life of being a bachelor, it came with reporters and the press, and it sucked.”

“Given everything from your fourth and fifth year, that makes sense – that you’d hate it,” Sirius offers. “I’m guessing the Harry Potter Fan Club from school got that much more intense, too?”

“It was awful, sixth year was bad enough – after the war, it was worse and then being a famous quidditch player, I realized I’d never get away doing that, so – no more quidditch.” He sounds a bit upset but is smiling none-the-less. “Anyway, it only took two years before I quit. I just wanted a peaceful life, and with that peaceful life came –” he stops at the first bedroom door which had a name across it: Teddy’s Room. “- a kid.”

“Maybe you and James are a bit more alike than I thought if you knocked someone up –”

“Oh no, I was very careful given my surprise birth and my godson’s,” Harry states. “Biologically, he’s Remus and Tonks’ kid, but I adopted him when he was four. He was born a month before the final battle where they both died, and because I talked Remus into going back to Tonks when he wanted to run from her after he knocked her up, he asked me to be godfather.”

“Remus tried to run out on my cousin?”

“He did. Said it was a mistake and Teddy would be better off without him – although he didn’t know his name at the time.” Harry smiles, “After the war, Andy realized that although she loved – loves him, she wanted to be a grandmother and not a mother to her grandson, I wasn’t in a position to take care of him, though – not at barely eighteen and having just spent the last year on the run – so she was his primary at first. I spent the summer with the two of them for the most part and checked in on him whenever I could that first year. When I finished school, she asked me if I’d take custody of him, but I couldn’t, I wasn’t ready. She understood, after all, she loves him to pieces, she just wants to spoil him and see him for special visits, not have primary care. So, we split custody for the next two years, helped by the fact that sometimes I wasn’t around due to traveling for the games and such. And then when he was four,” (here, Harry’s grinning), “I realized that I was ready. I took him full-time and just before Christmas, I signed the papers to make him mine – my son.”

“Congratulations,” Sirius grins. “You’re obviously happy about it, so I’m happy for you. When do I get to meet him?”

“Later, he’ll be home in time for dinner. I always get smashed on the anniversary of your death, so I’d been packing his bag when I got the call about you – anyway, there’s multiple rooms up here for you to choose from and I’m obviously in the master bedroom. Teddy did take one of the rooms for his toys, but we can always move if you decide you want that room.”

Sirius smiles, “I’m sure one of the other two rooms will be great.”

“Great, I recommend that one, it has a balcony charmed so that the doors can be opened, and you can see out without bugs and people seeing in, but it’s your choice. Choose one and then get settled while I go get Andy and Teddy?”

“Brilliant.”

Sirius turns to enter the room with the balcony when Harry calls him back, “Sirius?”

“Yes, Harry?”

“I – I uh, I know you’re here to stay, and I have plenty of time to tell you this…” Harry trails off and is looking incredibly nervous.

“You can tell me anything, Harry,” Sirius smiles at him.

“I know,” Harry smiles. “You’ve always been the only person that I know that I can tell anything to – I, I just … I really missed you, and I’m really glad you’re back because I’ve never got to tell you that – that I love you. You were the best godfather, the only adult in my life that seemed to love me for me and –”

Sirius cuts him off with a hug. “I know that you love me, Harry. I love you, too. You were a great kid, and it seems like you turned out alright. I always loved you for you and I always will.”

“Great. Good. I just…”

“I know,” Sirius grins. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.”

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