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alwayshinny · 18 days
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AU where Sirius raises Harry
The bedtime routine was the worst. Every night, Harry cried out for Lily and James. The day he stopped was the hardest for Sirius because his godson finally realized they weren’t coming back. That night, Sirius didn’t sleep for a minute and just held his godson the way his best friends used to, so he would know that he would be there for him for as long as he lived.
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oxydiane · 2 years
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'Now, Sirius, I think we can calm –'
'Don't!' Sirius interrupts the older man abruptly. 'Don't 'Sirius' me, I am not here as one of your old students or a member of the Order. I am here as a guardian who is demanding to know why the fuck you let my eleven-year-old on a jinxed broom.'
'I think there's been a misunderstanding here, what happened –'
'What happened –' Dumbledore's words are cut short yet again. 'Is I came all the way here from London to see my Godson play his first game on the house team and ended up with at least three new grey hairs because somebody cursed his racing broom! The racing broom I got him when he made the team.'
'I think your hair is as lovely as ever,'
'Shut the hell up! I want to know how that happened, how you let it happen and why the one responsible hasn't been found and kicked out of here, as far from Harry as possible!'
'You see... There were some... complications.'
'I'll show you complications!' Sirius' hands come down heavy on Dumbledore's office desk. 'You promised he would be safe here, and I trusted you not because I actually do trust, but because you are supposed to be the most powerful wizard alive, and you don't want to make me your enemy.' The venom is thick in his words.
'I promise you Harry is as safe as he could be.'
'Well, make it safer. I don't care how safe you think this place here is because Harry, the – the last good thing that's left in my life,' Dumbledore doesn't miss the quick way emotion seeps through Sirius' voice and face. It disappears as rapidly as it came. 'Harry could have died today, right in front of my eyes, and I will not have that. You understand me? Not even if I have to hunt down that person myself and take the entire castle down as I do. Do you understand?'
'Yes, I do.' His tone is anything but mocking.
Right before turning around and leaving the room, the door slammed as he left, Sirius bellows 'Good. Nobody, NOBODY, curses my Godson! If you mess with Harry, you mess with me, and you do not want to mess with me!'
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Sirius finds out abt Drarry
Sirius: You are grounded for… ‘til college
Harry: FOR ‘TIL COLLEGE!!!
Sirius: FOR ‘TIL COLLEGE
Harry: Whyyyyy
Sirius: For kissing that blonde, greasy git
Harry: You’re the one who took him under your wing!
Sirius: Well, this wing shall flap no more
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Snape: I grew up with your mother.
Harry: You’re her brother!?
Snape: Definitely not.
Sirius, snickering: Say bye bye to Uncle Severus!
Harry: Good bye Uncle Severus!
Snape: *disapparates away angrily*
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thelighthousestale · 2 months
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"Remus! Remus! You're home!" Harry's excited voice echoed through the house as Sirius and Remus entered. Evidence of Harry's coloring adventures was scattered across the floor in every direction, a colorful testament to his creativity. Mrs. Figg sat knitting on the couch, her needles clicking softly as she worked.
Remus knelt down to Harry's eye level, a warm smile on his weary face. "Thanks for your letter, Harry. I enjoyed your drawing immensely. It helped me recognize a demiguise right away."
"Did it?!" Harry's eyes widened with excitement.
"Yes," Remus nodded. "I met one that belongs to a friend of mine. The demiguise was named Jaya, and she wanted me to give you this."
Remus handed Harry a small blue box adorned with a delicate gold floral pattern. Harry eagerly opened it, revealing a few strands of soft, silvery hair tied together with a shiny silk ribbon.
"Wow," Harry breathed, his green eyes widening with wonder behind his glasses.
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beeesworld · 1 year
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Sirius: D'you need condoms?
Harry: OHMYGOD!
Sirius: You and your friend're using protection, right?
Harry: Please stop!
Sirius: Answer the question and I will.
Harry: We are! M'going to bed now and I'm never coming back downstairs.
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Chapters: 11/30 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Andromeda Black Tonks, Ted Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks, Minerva McGonagall, Peter Pettigrew, Albus Dumbledore Additional Tags: wolfstar, Sirius Black Raises Harry Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin Raise Harry Potter, Sirius Black Never Went to Azkaban, Sad Sirius Black, Sirius Black Needs a Hug, Manipulative Albus Dumbledore, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Depression, Grief/Mourning, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Protective Minerva McGonagall, Fluff and Angst, Recovery, Domestic Fluff Summary:
What if on that fateful Halloween night, Sirius hadn't given into his desperate urge for revenge? What if he remembered the promise he made to his best friends, the only real family he knew, and took Harry home? What if he left hunting down that pathetic rat to Dumbledore, and poured all the love he could onto his poor orphaned godson?
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sliebman10 · 10 days
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Florist AU
“New order,” Sirius said, looking at the ticket before handing it off to Remus.
Remus scanned it and nodded. “Should be done by the end of the day…I have the centerpieces for the wedding ready to go,” he said, gesturing toward his work station, where there were fifteen small, white tea pots filled with blue and white flowers. 
“Those are lovely as always, Moony,” Sirius said, kissing the top of his head as he walked by.
“This one is a special order though…” Remus said, squinting at the order. Chrysanthemums, peonies and daffodils?”
“Yeah,” Sirius said, raising an eyebrow. “That’s from…
“Our birthday months,” Remus said thoughtfully, an idea forming in his brain.
He diligently created the bouquet as requested, adding some flourishes he wouldn’t have normally added. Sirius admired his work as he did the books at the table across from him. 
This was how they spent most days in Full Moon Flowers. Sirius taking care of the business end, Remus fulfilling the orders. Sirius had tried to make the bouquets, but they never came out as good as when Remus made them. 
Later, the door chimed when Remus was bringing the centerpieces to the front for delivery and Sirius was talking to a customer at the register. When Sirius looked up, he froze a little.
“I ordered the bouquet earlier,” the familiar voice said.
Sirius’s head snapped up in surprise, then his face melted into a grin.”You’re home!” Sirius exclaimed, pulling the visitor into a bear hug. “Moony!”
Remus poked his head back in. “Harry?” he said, in surprise. Their boy had been traveling and hadn’t been around in months.
Harry grinned at the pair of them as Remus joined the hug. “I am. It’s good to be home.”
Word Count: 292
@wolfstarmicrofic
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billsbae · 6 months
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wolfstar house, circa 1994
teenage harry: Oh, I hope he didn't embarrass you, dad
james: Oh don't mind him. Harry had his first boy over today and Regulus shot him
remus:
remus: anyway—
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kazuza-art · 14 hours
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Ok I change the art to be more It runs aligned (not everyone should be subjected to my albus obsession after all xD)
So dadsirius and baby Harry
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alwayshinny · 6 days
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AU, where Sirius kidnaps Harry from the Dursleys and shows up at Andromeda Tonks home.
Sirius escaped Azkaban after finding out Petunia had custody of Harry. He had expected to find Harry mistreated, but nothing could prepare him for the sight that awaited him. Sirius found his godson outside his small frame, trembling from the cold, shivering, and crying silently outside while the Dursley’s were having dinner inside their comfy home. Sirius had never felt so much rage in his life. The laughter that used to dance in Harry’s eyes had vanished, replaced by a haunting emptiness. He approached Harry cautiously, afraid to startle the little boy. As soon as Harry spotted Sirius, he lunged toward him, desperate arms wrapping around his godfather. Sirius held on to him tightly and rubbed his back and hands, trying to warm him up. Tears soaked through Sirius shirt as Harry clung to him and pointed towards the window, babbling nonconstructive words almost as if he were trying to tell him how the Dursleys had been treating him. “Mama?” Harry asked, looking behind him. Sirius swallowed the lump in his throat. “Dada?” He asked this time, looking into Sirius eyes. Sirius bit his lip, trying to keep the sob from escaping, and shook his head. The child looked at him for a few seconds before he put his head on his shoulder and cried. At that moment, Vernon opened the back door immediately, looking like he was ready to yell or hit the child for crying out loud. Harry’s body automatically tensed up at the sight of him as he held on to Sirius tighter. Sirius shielded Harry as he towered over the porky man. His voice cut through the icy air, “Touch him, and you’ll die.”
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oxydiane · 2 years
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‘Does it ever upset you?’
‘Mhhh?’ Ron shifts slightly, adjusting the arm curled around Harry’s waist. ‘What’re you talking about?’
‘That… This, that nobody knows about this.’ Harry whispers with a nod to their current position; he is laying against Ron’s chest, Ron’s lips pressed against his hair and leaving quick kisses every once in a while.
‘Why? It matters to you?’ Ron mumbles, clearly far sleepier than his boyfriend.
‘I dunno,’ Harry thinks of how the only reason they get to lay and cuddle like this is Sirius and Remus’ date night, thinks of how Sirius left him the home for the night and he used the chance to sneak in his boyfriend when Sirius had trusted him. ‘Should tell Padfoot, maybe?’
Ron seems to wake up at once. ‘Huh? No way! He’s going to kill me!’
‘He’s not going to kill you,’ a roll of eyes.
‘Duh! He already doesn’t like me because he knows of your embarrassing crush on me!’ Harry laughs and shoves him playfully. ‘You wanna add fuel to the fire so next time I show up he’s not even gonna let us in your room? This door-stays-open rule is bad already!’
‘He just wants to make sure —‘
‘I don’t deflower his Godson?’ Ron finishes for him and that does draw a shriek from Harry, immediately followed by a laugh.
‘You’re so stupid! And he knows we wouldn’t try that under his roof! I’m smarter than that.’
‘Debatable.’
‘Now you’re just being mean,’ Harry whines and presses his face against Ron’s neck. ‘I just… I don’t like keeping secrets from Sirius, you know that.’
‘I know! I just…’ Ron sighs. ‘Once we tell them, we need to tell my family, too, and once we do that, the teasing will start and this… This won’t be just ours anymore, would it? I know you want to tell them, Harry, I do too, but… Can this just be ours for a little while longer?’
Ron’s voice is so sweet against Harry’s hair and his hand runs gently against Harry’s back, he can’t help but smile against the crook of Ron’s neck; he is in love and it maybe does need to stay in-between them alone for a little longer.
‘Alright,’ he mutters, the warmth in his chest urging him to add— ‘I love you.’
From where he lies, he can feel Ron’s heartbeat speed-up just a little before the arms around his waist squeeze him closer and the lips against his hair move.
‘I love you, too.’ And it’s quiet after that, the muffled sound of the telly lulling them to sleep.
Later that night, the front door opens and a voice breaks the silence of the house.
‘I told you I could not learn all those constellations.’
‘You tried and we had a lovely pick-nic, that’s what matters.’
‘Yeah, would have been better if it didn’t start pouring—‘ Remus’ words come to a sudden halt when he takes in the two teenagers’ sleeping forms, cuddled up together on their living room couch.
‘What’s u— Oh,’ Sirius’ hand slips easily around his husband’s waist. ‘They think they are so slick.’
‘They ought to have realised we know by now, this is the… what? Fourth time? Fourth time we caught them?’
‘Seventh,’ Sirius says confidently, he’s been keeping a tally. ‘Honestly, Moony, I get this whole ‘let them come to us when they are ready’ thing but it’s getting ridiculous… I do enjoy our date nights to leave him the house to himself, though.’
‘Of course you do,’ Remus can’t help but smile, looking at Harry sleeping so peacefully. ‘The poor boy has, what, five siblings?’
‘Six, and two parents. Honestly, Moony, you are kind of awful with numbers lately.’
‘Yeah, whatever. Way too many, in my book. They deserve some privacy, God knows how little they could actually get at Molly Weasley’s house!’
‘Not too much privacy, though.’ Sirius points out and Remus can’t help but roll his eyes, taking his husband’s hand and tugging him towards their room.
‘Let’s go, let’s go, you remember tomorrow’s script—?’
‘Of course.’ Sirius deadpans. ‘Pretend we saw nothing, and that we were both way too drunk to remember anything, anyways.’
‘Good boy.’
Sirius gives the two boys one last glance before disappearing in the hallway. He is glad Harry can rest so well.
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littleliterarylesbian · 8 months
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Dear James,
I know I shouldn't be writing to you again. Every letter I've sent is, what I imagine, tossed away or burnt to ashes. You bought a hawk last month to deter my letters. My owl is lucky to have made it back with the damages she had. I'm promising her extra treats and love to send this one. And that this will be the last.
Harry is almost old enough to go to Beauxbatons. I don't know how I feel about it, he'll have more freedom, but I'll also be alone. I don't think I've been truly alone since you left me. And that only lasted a short time as I had Harry.
Speaking of Harry, he's stopped asking about you. I get the feeling he no longer wants to know of the man who hurt me, the man who shares his face. I've explained, many a times, that our fall out was my fault, that I had made the mistake. Harry says that I've fixed that mistake now that Voldemort was strung up and burned in front of the Ministry of Magic building. However, I don't know how to explain that I do not wish to walk back into your life like nothing has happened. That I will wait until you give me the word.
I think that time has already passed however. You've always fallen in love easily, I'm sure you have a wife and maybe more children now than just Harry. I would be surprised if you haven't. As for me, as one can tell from the letters that I used to send you once a week, now once a month, I have not. Black blood runs through my body and soul, and it sings for you, like it always will. It is the way of The Ancient and Noble House of Black, we fall in love once and never again.
I hope Harry doesn't feel that way when he's older. It hurts, falling in love does, I'd hate to see my son hurt.
I think about how you look now that you're older, I would assume you have smile lines and crows feet by now, and maybe your wife has made your hair a little more manageable unlike how I always made it my goal to make it the worst it can be. I have changed through the passage of time as well, obviously. I no longer see my ribs through my skin, you always worried about that so maybe that would be nice to hear. My hair is much shorter, I finally understand why Sirius is so protective of his own, if I had to go back to hair so long It touched my thighs I think I would grow crazy. I believe I finally got the scared look out of my eyes along with the weight off my chest. I'm the man I was meant to be now.
As always, I hope Sirius and Lupin have finally gotten their act together. I never received a wedding invitation but it's also been over ten years, so I will never know. As always , attached is a current picture of Harry, he's so big now, I still remember carrying him, and waking up at three am to his cries, but now he's almost getting his letter. As always you just have to reply with three words that you would whisper to me every time we met and every time we left one another for the time being. Different however, is the one word needed for me to stop sending these letters. I won't breathe another breath in your direction anymore. You won't need to say a peep for me to stop now.
R.A.B
Regulus Arcturus Black
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in-flvx · 8 months
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Gilmore girls au, in which Sirius ran away at 16. 16 years later, he grieves his best friends, and, despite making enough money to support himself and his godson, to make sure Harry's future is as bright as it can be, he has to ask walburga and Orion for money.
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thelighthousestale · 1 month
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Considering doing a time jump in Snuffles & Son because Horcrux Hunt is boring to write
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beeesworld · 1 year
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Harry: I signed you up to work at the school Halloween fair.
Sirius: What?! Harry I made you memorize the line, "My dad works long hours and we never see him".
Harry: But you're home all the time. Do you even work?
Sirius:
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