#teacher!Haz
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How would the hp boys handle an argument with their partner?
⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ 𝗛𝗣 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦 - 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗡𝗘𝗥.
ft. harry potter, ron weasley, cedric diggory, & draco malfoy.
pairings. harry potter boys x gn!reader.
warnings. fluff, arguing, slight angst.
a/n. if you have any specific harry potter boy you wanna see in my prefrences, request it and i'll add it. <3
word count (all). 1.2k
masterlist. my preferences. send me a request <3.
— 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑
He usually keeps his temper calm with you no matter what, but today was different for him. With everyone being on him about Voldemort returning and the daily prophet, he needed your support more than anything.
He couldn't put down that stupid daily prophet, at breakfast he read every single lie that sat on the page. You continiously warned him about it, even suggesting he takes a break from reading it and enjoy a breakfast with you, ron, and hermione, but he resisted. He carried it and read it everywhere he went, hardly ever putting it down.
You attempted to pry it gently from his hands before bed, insisting he take a break and try again tomorrow. Instead, he continued with it, getting slightly defensive towards you.
You continued attempting to take it from him, before he snapped, slightly raising his voice.
Your eyes slowly became glossy, filling with tears. You've never seen him so- bad-tempered. Even with others, he would still be upset yet would cool off before thinking about anything to say.
You quickly gathered your things, rushing out of his dorm before he could say anything to even attempt to apologize for yelling. As you reached your dorm your eyes were red with tears still dripping from the duct of your eyes. You eventually fell asleep, without harry and without a comforting thought of him.
The next morning at breakfast he approached you, with open arms which you avoided.
"Y/n, love please just let me tal-" he was interrupted by you hurridely running off, leaving for hours on before he saw you after school, in the courtyard.
He approached you again in the courtyard, this time with flowers and a letter.
"Y/n, please just-just stay and listen this time", he sat everything next to you, along with himself.
"I really am sorry for the way I acted, I swear I'll never raise my voice at you again, it's not what you deserve."
You inched over towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder and the other cupping his face.
"Haz, it's alright just- put down that stupid prophet when I say so" you giggled.
"I won't even go near it anymore" He smirked, placing soft kisses across your face.
— 𝑹𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑳𝑬𝒀
Ron, being stubborn, had argued with you about how he'd constantly been copying your work.
After long quidditch practices he couldn't make the dedication to completely finish all his schoolwork, so he decided to ask you for help one night. Then, that one night turned to a couple days of work, then a full week of work. To the point where he had barely been trying in his classes, relying on you for the work.
Teachers couldn't help but notice, and eventually called you both out on it, getting you both in trouble. That led to Ron continuing to copy your work, no matter what the teachers say.
You tried telling him off for it, insisting that he wouldn't learn that way. But, instead of hearing you out he'd just left, left from your dorm and continued to ignore you for two days.
Two days later, you found him in class, the one he hadn't been going to due to loads of work and worrying about everything except class, and even though he didn't show it, he was still worried about you even though he was the one who stormed out.
After class he found you in your dorm, your roomates cleared out.
"Y/n.. can I come in?" he knocked softly on the door, an innocent look on his eyes.
You nodded, expecting for him to ask for your help again, ignoring the situation where he walked out on you two days ago. Instead he didn't, he spoke softly, "I know i've been slacking off in school, I didn't expect it to be like this though",
"Okay, continue", you stated.
"I wanna make it up to you y/n, I really do. I'll actually try harder and catch up this time, I mean it."
You slightly smiled, not ecxpecting him to actually remember or care to make it up to you, but he did.
— 𝑪𝑬𝑫𝑹𝑰𝑪 𝑫𝑰𝑮𝑮𝑶𝑹𝒀
Every so often you remembered that Cho was Cedric's ex, and that you weren't the first person to date him. It didn't really get to you, until eventually you saw her desperately trying to get his attention more and more.
When you'd been at Cedric's quidditch matches you seemed to notice you weren't the only one running down to go see him and cheer him on, she was too. After games she always lingered around.
"Cedric, that was great!" she smiled at him, practically drooling over him anytime he did anything.
"Yea, um- thanks." he quickly shrugged, his attention turning back to you.
You let it rest that time, not thinking much of it and not caring that he even talked to her, until the next time she offered to take him out, right after another match.
You knew you could trust Cedric but she was no where near trustworthy.
Later on you found the both of them, her unusually close to his face. You waited a few moments behind a wall, hearing small echos of their voices.
"Ced, please lets just- you know, get back toge-" you interrupted coming from behind the corner, gasping softly.
Cedric looks towards you, attempting to speak up and rush after you, but he knew you were already set off after you saw the two of them together.
The next morning you awoke to an unexpected surprise in your dorm, Cedric smiling down at you.
"Ced, what was that yesterday?" you frowned.
"Love I promise, I want nothing to do with her she just came up to me, I'm all yours just don't be upset" He interlocked his hand with yours, innocent eyes glaring at you.
"It'll never happen again?" you questioned, softly pouting at him.
"Never love, I promise."
— 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑭𝑶𝒀
With the stress surrounding Draco during his 6th year back, it eventually started to affect you too. You both were most likely always busy, you with the slug club and him with his missions which Voldemort and his father set him on.
He had one coming up that was more than dangerous, a task he'd never done before and couldn't be sure that he would fullfil.
"Dray, you can't do it just tell you father he'd understa-"
You were interrupted by Draco's tone of voice, him lashing out towards you with no regrets it seemed.
You were nearly surprised he'd raise his voice at you, as it nearly never happens but this time it did. Your sight filled with water, you attempted to speak back, but it felt like you just choked. You sit still on his bed, unsure of anything to say.
"I have to go y/n, you don't understand" he scoffed, continuing to pack.
"Dray, please- just please don't do go I really mean it"
He looked to you with glossy eyes, becoming slightly hesitant, he sat next to you, nuzzling his neck into your shoulders.
"Y/n, love, I'm sorry for the way I've been acting it's just-"
"No, I know. Just please don't take this mission, any other one not this one though".
He cupped you cheek gently, nodding his head slightly, holding the mission off.
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Detention (1/1) (jegulus)
“I’m sorry professor you are going to have say all that again and slowly, because I do not understand how my son is the one in trouble right now,” Regulus scowled into the fire. Professor McGonagall’s face was just as stern as always, even through the flames. James walked into the room as he heard his husband’s unimpressed tone from the kitchen.
“What’s wrong love?” James asked, as he peered around the door. Regulus turned in a huff, “apparently our son has detention for the third time this term for standing up to a bully who was picking on Harry’s friend Neville.”
“Mr. Black, your son transfigured Mr. Malfoy into a cauldron.” McGonagall called from the fireplace.
“Did he really?” James said, sounding too impressed. “Hi Professor, you must be a very good teacher then because you know I was shit at transfiguration,” James laughed as he came in and stood behind Regulus. “Good evening Mr. Potter, and yes while your talents were never quite that strong I’m sure Harry has learned a thing or too from his other father,” and even through the flame they could see the side eye McGonagall was giving to Regulus. “I still do not understand why he has detention?” Regulus said, shaking his head. “The Malfoy boy is ruthless and I have heard what he has been doing to Neville,” Regulus stated flatly.
“I won’t be discussing the punishments of other students with you Mr. Black,” McGonagall said dismissively.
“Oh so that snotty nosed kid is getting punished too. Well Harry did turn the boy into a cauldron, though he should be getting top grades this year professor,” James said. Both Regulus and McGonagall stared at him annoyance clear but for different reasons. James raised his hands in the air in surrender, and spoke quickly to save himself: “Professor is Harry there?”
“Yes,” McGonagall said, and she swiftly moved out of the way. After a moment Harry’s face came in through the flames. His head hung and his eyes low.
“Haz,” James said, dragging out the nickname with a sigh.
“I’m sorry dad, but Neville was nearly crying!” Harry said now looking at them with big eyes.
“I know, and honestly I’m proud of you for sticking up for your friend but you can’t be hurting other people like that Harry.” James said.
“I know.” Harry said, hanging his head again.
“Harry,” Regulus said his voice steady. Others would think it firm, but Harry and James knew that tone. That keep your expression blank while I speak secrets to you in public tone. “Je suit fiere de toi. Un chaudron? Mon beau, ca c'est incroyable. Comment est-ce que tu as fais ca?”
Harry, who was still a new 12, couldn’t help but get excited. Regulus saw his eyes glimmer but his face stayed flat. “C’était tout nos pratique Papa! Je peux aussi fair voler mes livres jusqu’au bibliothèque, et j’ai faite la meilleure potion aujourd’hui que meme Snape était impressionné!
“Ca c'est mon beau!” Regulus clapped his hands together. Remembering he was supposed to telling off his son he said, “Okay well Dad and I need you to be mindful that you aren’t causing more harm okay,” Regulus winked.
“Okay Papa. I’m sorry.” Harry said, but his smile betrayed him.
“Alright, stay out of trouble. Je t’aime mon fils,” Regulus replied with a warm smile.
“Love you Haz!” James called from behind Regulus, who was just as lost as McGonagall neither of them knowing at all what was just said between Harry and Regulus. “Love you too, Dad!” Harry called back.
“You’re both coming to the match next weekend, yeah?”
“Gryffindor vs Slytherin? We wouldn’t miss it!” James and Regulus said in unison.
“Awesome! Okay I gotta go! Say hi to pads for me! Moony says hi!” Harry called as he walked away.
“He looks too happy to have had a talking too,” McGonagall said as he came back into view. “Alas, I’ll see you both next week,” and a small smile crept up the side of her lips as the fire went out.
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Multiplying Parents
Harry Potter, aged seven and three quarters – nearly eight – is a very special boy (that's what Padfoot says – Harry is inclined to believe him). All his teachers know it because Harry is certain to tell them, repeating the exact phrasing Sirius always uses when he says it.
"You're a special boy, Haz. A special boy with a wonderful house. Let's keep it that way and not set it on fire."
"Harry, you're so special, d'you know that? All those brilliant friends. Do you want to keep them for a long time? Yes? Then I'd suggest you stop poking them with sticks while you pretend they're wands and that you're cursing them catatonic."
"Special boys have the sexiest godfathers, did you know that, sprog? Too bad it's not been helpful in the shagging department recently."
Harry doesn't think Sirius had known he'd heard the last one, and he'd never said anything of the sort again after Harry had loudly repeated it to his newest teacher upon their first introduction when Sirius had come to pick him up at the end of the first day of school. Blushing furiously while trying to act as though he wasn't, nostrils flaring, Sirius' gaze had dropped to Harry where he'd been humming between the two adults. Sirius still turns a terrific shade of red whenever he's forced to interact with Ms Hatherton, the woman eyeing him like a treat dipped in chocolate, not that Harry notices much.
"Trying to kill your old dad, aren't you?" Sirius had hissed out the side of his mouth after the encounter as they'd nearly jogged down the pavement away from the school and the chortling woman. Harry hadn't entirely understood, but he'd laughed at the exasperation in Padfoot's voice.
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Okay, Sith!Luke au sounds incredible!!! I haz questions
What's Din's whole perspective on things? Is he (like canon) blissfully unaware of who and what Luke is? Does he know and just not care? Is he just doing anything to protect Grogu, only to realize that the 'teacher' is very dangerous but has also imprinted on Din just as much as Din has fallen for him?
What about Grogu? Does he understand the darkness in Luke? Is he averse to it? Or does he go all in on the dark side to protect his dad?
OOOOHHH YES YES YES I'd LOVE to get into Din and Grogu stuff! (I'm realizing this will be another long one so there's your warning lol)
As for Din --
In my AU, after the Death Star blows up in 0 ABY, Luke begins to take personal undercover missions to continue undermining the Empire. To stay anonymous, he hires an untraceable mercenary that doesn't ask questions and is also not fond of the Empire - this is where Din Djarin comes in.
(Din doesn't have a lot developed pre-Mando season 1 other than he's been bounty-hunting - and before that - taking mercenary jobs for a while, so why not utilize that for a story I want?)
While working with Luke in this time period, Din has absolutely no idea who Luke is other than he carries a "red laser-sword" and doesn't show his face. He knows Luke as The Stranger, and for a few years takes jobs from Luke since he pays very well (that Empire money eh). Din is vaguely aware that his jobs have small impacts on the war against the Empire, so he is fine with complying, especially since they are relatively low-risk.
Things take a turn in 4 ABY when Luke hires Din to rescue Han Solo from Jabba's Palace. (one of the few pieces of fic I finished -- FREE SOLO) In this mission, Din sees Luke's face, learns his name (however doesn't recognize it from anywhere), and learns that he KNOWS specific people that a key to the rebellion (Lando, Han Solo, Leia, Chewbacca). The whole ordeal puts Din in more trouble than he bargains for. Luke declares an end to their business relationship because of this and cuts Din off, but it doesn't kill Din's festering curiosity as to who Luke is. He doesn't pursue further, but that curiosity lingers until they meet again.
Luke and Din meet again in a way that mirrors the end of Season 2 of Mando (because I thought it was a fun idea, and YES I have managed to write that out too -- SHADOW ON THE BRIDGE). This is where Din learns that Luke is not only a Sith, but the EMPEROR of the Neo Empire. I've been (ever so slowly) updating the fic of the aftermath of that, where Din meets with Luke again and where they begin to have those conversations of what will happen to Grogu.
In this next fic - First Steps into Darkness - I do want to explore how Din takes up the mantle of Mand'alor and how he uses his previous relationship with Luke to rebuild his world and also create an alliance to further push the Imperial Remnant threat out of the galaxy. Din deals with opinions about this from all sides, from Bo-Katan who has a difficult time trusting Luke, to Din's Clan that are between against and neutral on the matter. (Also keep in mind that I've been planning this part of the story before Mando S3 -- I do use some aspects of S3 but also very much divert from it).
What keeps Din coming back to Luke is ultimately his curiosity, both in Luke's abilities as a leader/negotiator and in him being this mysterious entity. Luke's fervor for his religion, his quest for familial answers, his internal battle of identity -- these are all things that Din relates to. (Luke's a bit more of a hot mess than Din is but -- you know, they have commonalities that they can lean on).
I also really like the concept of the Darksaber having its own sort of Force sentience to the point where Din has to work with it (it's a little like Haunted!Din but instead of outright possession it's more like -- Venom, or something like that, where they work together). Having Luke as a resource to navigate that territory further connects the two.
Needless to say, despite what rumors and warnings Din has been given, he doesn't understand why the "Dark Side" of the Force is considered the "bad" Force and why the "Light Side" is considered the "good". Perhaps it's because he's only really interacted with Luke, and perhaps it's because Mandalorians have a checkered history with getting along with "Light Side" Jedi users as well. His perspective could be biased or he probably just believes that Luke is not what others want to make him seem. Either way, the fact that Luke is a Sith doesn't necessarily make Din distrust him outright, especially since he's the only one that will agree to help hone Grogu's powers.
OKAY, ONTO GROGU -- YEAH THERE'S MORE --
Since's Luke's appearance in rescuing them from Gideon's Cruiser, Grogu is INTRIGUED with Luke and the pull to the Dark Side. In his little mind, Luke is powerful, really cool, and can make Gideon pee his pants -- of course he sees that and goes "ooh I wanna be like that guy".
First Steps into Darkness, while I mentioned will go into some of Din's story, will ultimately be a focus on Grogu (when I eventually finish it lol). I think child characters (especially cute bait like Grogu) often get the short end of the stick in terms of development, and it's SUCH a missed opportunity in my eyes. Children have very simple and blunt observations, and they SOAK up the world around them -- putting the mess of Sith Luke and through GROGU'S perspective is so fun to me.
Luke is not afraid of teaching Grogu, but he's afraid of Grogu idolizing him like HE did Vader. Despite Luke's attachment to his father, Vader was -- NOT really the best father, and deep down Luke knows that and is afraid. He keeps a distance from Grogu that Grogu is always trying to close. Grogu knows that Luke is just a teacher and that he's often not very personable with him. But Grogu sees how Luke's power has the ability to protect, he sees something in him like did with Din (who was also not very warm at first). Grogu believes that if he learns what Luke knows, he can too can become that protector that can stop wars and help those he cares about.
Grogu also continues to learn from Din about Mandalorian culture, so he isn't completely split between one or the other -- in fact, Luke encourages Din to keep sharing his roots with his son. The teachings of both Mandalorians and Sith are eventually the teachings that shape Grogu's perspective on loyalty, emotions, power, and so on. He's observant as hell, so he soaks everything up like a SPONGE.
And let's be honest, the Grogu realizing he could learn some tricks that maybe the Jedi forbade sounds a bit fun to him. He is still a kid after all.
Sorrynotsorry that was long -- I love talking about these concepts, and honestly answering these questions is helping me type out my thoughts to use as reference later. It's getting me fired up to keep writing and editing too.
Thank you again for the questions @just-prime -- I hope you found this interesting!!
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I am so sorry if this is invasive and weird, but may I ask what you work as? I'm at the stage where I have to build my future and I know you don't have an age specified but you seem to be doing really well (at least from the posts we've seen, again I really hope not to be invasive) for yourself and your partner and 25+ is still young! Again, I hope this isn't mean or weird, I'm just curious. (and severely nervous. First year of college is ruining me harder than any fictional man.)
ahh anon i'm afraid that the answer is probably not what you're looking for!
for the record, i am 27, i just find getting fandom older a little scary, especially having it listed right there!!!
i actually intended to be a performer and a singing teacher (my degree was going to be in music & musical theatre); unfortunately, due to a plethora of reasons (mostly my undiagnosed autism, unmedicated ocd/depression/anxiety combo, a nervous breakdown and my partner's physical health declining) i dropped out of my degree before the end of my first semester.
for about three years or so after that i was severely agoraphobic. talking 'can't answer the door' agoraphobic; 'never left the house alone, and even when with someone only went to the doctors and therapy' agoraphobic, 'rotted in my bedroom in an absolutely non romanticised way' agoraphobic. i was on the equivalent of disability because i literally could not function. meanwhile, my partner, who lived with me and my parents was getting physically worse whilst i was mentally struggling (since then haz has been diagnosed with ehlers danlos syndrome, fibromyalgia, lipoedema, thyroid issues and a lot of other things; they have a lot going on). i DID access several therapies, had . . . a couple of very bad relapses, went under crisis teams and all of that stuff (i had occupational therapy too which was HONESTLY i think one of the most useful things and helpful things for me in the long run; i cannot imagine what i would be like if i hadn't had the occupational therapist the crisis team found for me).
(coincidentally, if you are an og jojo follower you probably remember how bad it was; i've said it a hundred times, but running this silly little reader-insert blog probably helped save my life at a time when i had almost no contact with the outside world. i couldn't leave my bedroom, but i had my blog and i had my little internet friends and discord server).
i have gotten a lot better.
haz, unfortunately, has not gotten better physically and probably never will. they need help with a lot of things most people don't even realise disabled people might need help with. brushing their hair, fastening clothes . . . when haz first moved in, they were doing the same dance-intensive college course that i was. we danced maybe three or four hours a day. nowadays, haz needs me to hold their hand and keep them steady when they go from our bed to the bathroom (the room next door).
so i don't really 'work' as anything. well, my therapist would tell me off for saying that; the uk government classes me as an 'unpaid carer', which basically means i am on call for haz literally 24/7 and they pay me the pittance that is carer's allowance (carer's allowance assumes you care at least 35 hours a week, and pays you the privilege of about 45 pence per each of those hours. if, like me, you live with the person you care for and do more than those hours, it gets . . . yeah. oof. the government unfortuately know that most unpaid carers are loved ones and family members of the person who needs care and won't just stop doing it, and they'd be in the shit if we did because trained carers are expensive, so they can get away with that - FUCK the tories, honestly.
i am EXCEEDINGLY lucky that i live in a cheap area of the uk, that haz and i are internet savvy enough to be able to access carers/disability discounts, that we are in rent-controlled social housing (which my crisis team helped find for us because living with my parents was taking such a toll on us both, woo!!!!), and that we've been able to access services to help on the nhs. i got my autism assessment and diagnosis; haz is under several pain management teams.
all in all, i'm happy. i'm so much happier than i was seven years ago when i'd dropped out of university and felt like a huge failure, because all of my life i was a gifted overachiever and i thought my self-worth was tied to my academic achievements (and as an extension, what roles i got in what shows and when and who saw me and so on). i don't have a lot of money (i am a bargain shopped fgbnkjgjnfb) but i know what i like and because i'm Older Now (tm) i've amassed collections of it.
i am absolutely sure that you'll boss college, anon! that you will find that thing that works for you (one day i would LOVE to go back and get my degree! pre-covid i had an acceptance for a creative writing degree and i was getting ready to go back to uni as a mature student, but haz's health got bad again and then covid happens - and now ofc i have my autism diagnosis i can access so much more help!). but even if you don't, you can absolutely find happiness without 'traditional' success.
i don't have a lot in the grand scheme of things. but you're right in that i am doing pretty well, in terms of where i am, and where i've been. i have my own little home. i have my partner of ten years who is my soulmate in every conceivable way. i've had experiences that make me feel so happy i sometimes cry when i remember them. i have my own little cat now!!! things still stress me out. but i have come so so far and when i feel down i remember that.
good luck anon! i believe in you <3
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to end sirius black's loneliness, call 555— | s.b x reader
part i | part ii
pairing: sirius black x fem. snake reader
ao3, ff.net
a/n: this part is more sirius focused (loads of pads being a doting godfather with baby harry), reader shows up only at the very end. I'm trying to write shorter things so I can stop stressing over writer's block.
word count: 4.5K
summary: "Snuffles, I think I've found the perfect girlfriend for you to marry." Sirius blinked a few times. Pardon? That was the last thing he expected Harry to say at the moment. If it was Prongs, or Moony or even Remus' boss, Mrs. Lee, he wouldn't bat an eye. Ever since he had moved out of James' cottage, his friends hadn't stopped making small comments about every type of women they thought were 'oh, so perfect' for Sirius. Did he have some glowing sign on his forehead that read, 'Sirius Black is incredibly lonely and in need of company that lasts more than one night!'? Honestly…
The first time Harry brought it up was on a Monday afternoon.
The little boy was staring intently at Sirius, his head resting on the palm of his hand, as if he were deep in thought over— well , whatever what a four-year-old might find important at that age. It was adorable, Sirius thought, because the expression was so grown up, but his little cheeks were so chubby and baby-like , and his pudge little hands were so soft, that the man had an urge to bite it off.
Thoughts like those didn't even startle him any more, after all, Sirius had already been on his godson's co-parenting train for three years and who knows how many more yet to come. What his seventeen-year-old self would throw up for even picturing it, his twenty-five-year-old self didn't even bat an eye at it any more... Even worse, he fully indulged in it, guilt-free.
"Snuffles, I found the perfect girlfriend for you to marry."
Sirius blinked a few times. Pardon? That was the last thing he expected Harry to say at the moment, in fact, he didn't even know Harry knew what being married consisted of. Despite their conversations about Lily, Harry have always been surrounded by the most intimacy-avoidant type of bachelors to live — all in their special little way, of course, but scared shitless of serious relationship nonetheless.
If it was Prongs, or Moony or even Remus' boss, Mrs. Lee, he wouldn't bat an eye. Ever since Sirius had moved out of James' cottage, his friends hadn't stopped making small comments about women who worked with them, or one of Harry's younger teachers, or whoever they were talking to that week, who they thought would be so perfect for Sirius to get to know.
Did he have some glowing sign on his forehead that read, 'Sirius Black is incredibly lonely and in need of company that lasts more than one night'? Honestly... Perhaps he was feeling a bit blue since he moved out, yes, the cottage was eerily quiet and that made him on edge, sure... But Sirius wasn't on his deathbed, he was only twenty-four years old, still extremely young—thank you, very much. If he wanted to find this oh, so great love of his life, he didn’t need to hurry now—if. Besides, he already had everything he needed; he had a job he loved, his family well and safe, and the precious little guy who eyed him from the other side of the desk.
Much more than Sirius ever thought he'd be able to have.
"Have you now, Haz?" he still indulged his godson, nonetheless. Not only because saying 'no' to Harry was something Sirius hadn't mastered yet, but also because the man couldn't deny feeling a bit curious over what Harry would consider 'perfect' for him.
Children always had the strangest ideas, and his godson wasn't trying to actually set him up, like his friends were—so this could be funny, instead of infuriating.
Maybe it was a mother of a friend, or one of the teachers at the Muggle pre-school he attended. It wouldn't be the first time a Potter had tried to pair him up with a teacher before, but Sirius wouldn't be daft enough to even think of considering it, after the aftermath of that disastrous first time.
"Mhmm, uncle Moony's lady friend."
Sirius took his attention away from the list he was reviewing in his desk. Moony's lady friend? Since when did Remus have any friends other than them? If the extroverted Sirius, who was all and about every single weekend, was considered lonesome, he couldn't even phantom what Remus would be called then. An eremite? A hermit?
Sirius searched his brain for any potential answer.
"Is it Lea from the supermarket?"
Harry shook his head.
"Mary from the bookshop?" No.
"Miss Neen?" No, again.
"Kiddo, uncle Moony haven't spoken with more than six women is his entire life. Aaand I just mentioned half... I don't know, I think you're making this perfect woman up..." Sirius teased.
"I'm not! Ask dad, he came to pick me up from uncle Moony's yesterday! She even bought me one of those chocolate oranges!" Harry argued.
Sirius put his hands up, "OK, OK ... So Moon's lady friend bought you chocolate... and what? I must marry her now, is that it?... That's been your evil plan all along, hasn't it?"
Harry giggled in his spot, shoulders shaking. The fact that the shop was basically empty at this hour of the afternoon, and that he had closed his office door earlier, made Sirius thank the gods momentarily; because the way that that little speck of a person has always been able to turn him into mush on the spot, would seriously tarnish his reputation forever... Not that James and Remus knew anything about this so-called "reputation" , but his employees and the rest of the wizarding world still respected him; they thought he was cool.
"You want me to suffer to indulge your addiction? 'Cos I can do it... Only if you're willing to pay the price of the… Hook!"
Green eyes widened from across the room, and Harry was getting up from his seat to try to gain leverage, squealing a, "Nooo! No, you don't need to marry her!"
His short legs couldn't save him from Sirius, who came jumping after him, picking Harry up and throwing him back on the couch. Harry's laugh intensified, whilst wiggling his legs, trying to break free. All in vain, as Sirius had already got him where he wanted, and started tickling the boy, who laughed and laughed.
It wasn't until Harry tried to say, between wheezing and callings, "Pads—I can't breathe," that Sirius let him go, plopping down beside him on the soft sofa.
The two were silent for a few seconds, Harry with his legs over Sirius' thighs as they both tried to catch their breath. Sweet Merlin, he seriously needed to start exercising soon—even Harry, who had smaller lungs than his, was already breathing normally and Sirius wasn't.
Yep, that's it. Jogging with James and quit smoking for good were this New Year's resolutions... since '82, OK, but Sirius had a feeling that this year would be the one he'd finally do it.
"She said my hair was metal and let me listen to music on her Walkman."
Sirius let a confused, "What?"
"Your future wife!" Harry replied, with a grin that was scarily similar to his father's, when he was up to no good.
"Oh, my future wife... I don't know, mate, based on what you're saying, sounds like she's more like your future wife than mine... Giving you gifts, complimenting that lion's mane..." he messed up the boy's hair.
A warm colour dusted Harry's cheeks, while he kicked Sirius' thighs with the hell of his foot, embarrassed. The older man yelped, giving the boy's calve a light pinch; Harry then took it as a challenge, trying to kick his godfather once more.
Sirius grabbed both of his legs by the ankles, grinning,
"Do you want a visit from the Hook again?"
Harry shook his head frantically, "No, no! I'll behave, I promise!"
The matter seemed to be buried there, as seconds later, Harry had got up and asked if he could play with Sid, one of Sirius' employees, in the front — the wife topic already forgotten.
The second time Harry brought it up was a week later, on a Friday.
That Friday in particular was an opening-the-old-bottle-of-expensive-liquor type of night. Remus had finally finished his first beloved manuscript, and they were going to have a family dinner to celebrate it... the only problem being that Remus himself was the best cook among them, and he wouldn't leave the bookshop until much tardier, so James was in charge of not ruining the dish until the werewolf got home... Well, at least they had magic, Sirius thought, and the risotto recipe Remus had scribbled down for them before leaving—step by step.
Sirius was sitting at the kitchen table, surrounded by shopping bags, while flipping through a Muggle car's magazine. It was an old issue, not that interesting if he was being honest, but a bloke had come up to the store early that day and asked if they worked with 'the classics', so now Sirius was researching anything to do with those so entitled classics. Harry was sitting next to him, but on one of the chairs, as he sketched away in one of the empty corners of the table James had set up for him.
A nice, jazzy song was playing in the background, when Harry suddenly slammed both palms down the table, and said, "I forgot to show you something!", before bending down and shoving his hand inside his rucksack.
"Here," Harry reached out, stuffing a piece of white parchment almost up Sirius' left nostril. He jumped back exaggeratedly, making Harry laugh.
"Humpf, and what does this murder weaponry might be?" Sirius asked, taking the parchment and moving it a good few centimetres away from his face.
"It's a drawing, Pads," he replied as if it were obvious. "See, this one right here is uncle Moony, he's holding so many bags because we went to the shop. And this is—"
Whiffs of strawberry scented hair product attacked Sirius' nose, as Harry came up so close to him that wavy black hair began to tickle the older man's cheek whenever the boy moved around. Sirius patted the flies down, thinking that just like his father, Harry grew up with no sense of personal space and that if it were anyone else, Sirius would've done more than padding their hair down.
Perhaps he did have some deep-rooted intimacy issues…
"—I thought about drawing you two holding hands, but you never hold a girl's hands, so I decided not," Harry was still talking, gesturing to specific spots of the drawing.
Sirius then looked at the parchment in his hand, taking a closer look at the child's scribbles. To be honest, it wasn't that bad, Harry's drawings had improved a lot... Now Sirius could clearly distinguish who the humans were from the trees and other animals.
Painted in chalk was a field, a way too bright blue sky to be England, and in the middle several stick-figure people. Prongs was easy to recognize, by the messy hair, the glasses, and specifically the arrow that pointed down at him, written 'dad'. Beside him was Harry, holding a… brown ball in his hands—
"Why are you holding poop? Still having trouble reaching the potty on time?"
Harry snapped his head back with an angry look on his face, almost giving Sirius a ticket to St Mungus with a broken nose, "S'not poop! I just told you, it's chocolate orange."
Oh, he definitely still hadn’t mastered the potty.
"Harry has a poo-poo hand! Eww,"
As the boy hotly yapped something about Sirius being the one with the poo-poo hands, the man turned his attention back to the drawing. Remus was on the other side of James, really carrying several food bags in his arm. On the left, next to Harry, was another stick that since it had long hair, Sirius assumed was a woman, and leaning an arm over her head, was... he?
"Why am I using this woman as an arm rest?"
"Because uncle Moony said she's the perfect height for it. And look, she's frowning, because she is annoyed."
"Who is annoyed?"
James decided to show up just then, walking into the kitchen and shaking his wet hair all over the place, earning loud complaints from the other two.
"Now I am," Sirius said dryly, rubbing his shirt sleeve over his face.
Harry snatched the parchment from his godfather’s hand and turned to his father.
"Snuffles' girlfriend."
James' head had snapped around so fast, that all the drops of water Sirius had just wiped from his face, returned with strength.
"Pad— "
Before James could jump into hasty conclusions, Sirius put his hand up, "Don't —It's not that."
Great, Sirius thought, it was just what he needed right now. The two Potters banding together to make a mess of his life, not that they didn't do that already, but the Black men weren't known for having a large amount of patience.
"No? What is it, then?" James didn't seem to believe his best friend at all, looking at Sirius like one did at an insect under a magnifying glass.
"Ask your son, he's the one who's been saying he's found my future wife."
James looked from Sirius to Harry, taking in the annoyed face of one and the toothless grin of the other.
"I didn't say wife, I said girlfriend! But, daaaad ," the boy whined, "she owns a record store! And she likes me! And uncle Moony curses in front of her!"
"And is the perfect height to rest your arm on, which apparently is a very important quality for the woman of my dreams to have," Sirius rolled his eyes, pretending to be more miffed than he actually was, as he watched Harry hand over the parchment to James. Wait ...record store? And Moony being 'inappropriate' in front of a stranger?—
The adult Potter's cackles cut through Sirius' curiosity.
"Oh, this is pure gold. The woman of his dreams, you said?" James looked at Sirius, then looked at the drawing and burst out laughing again.
"Why are you laughing, dad?"
That was an excellent question, one that Sirius also wanted the answer to it, himself.
James then handed the drawing back to Harry, and shook his head with an idiotic grin on his idiotic face.
"Nothing, nothing. Life is just hilarious, sometimes."
The third time, it wasn't even Harry who brought it up — but his father.
It was on one of their weekly self-titled, "Grown-ups' Nights", which Remus had founded years before, when both of his friends had stopped on time, and James barely left their old flat, barely ate, didn't go out even if he needed to... He had to physically drag the two boys before and, now, every Friday night James would pay Molly Weasley a few Galleons — and her eldest, Bill, too when he was on Holiday— to watch over Harry for a few hours, while the three Marauders went off to do anything that wasn't G rated.
The men weren't as creative as they used to be in their Hogwarts years, and the adult world, as weird as it was to think about it, didn't have that many options for "adult fun" as it had for children—well, at least ones that didn't include anything sexual, or sort of illegal. James was an Auror, for Merlin's sake. And despise how much they loved each other, neither wanted to spend their Friday night seeing their friend pop a boner in the seat next to theirs... So you could usually find them at the Three Broomsticks. More specifically, in one of the back tables, where they'd always sat since their teenage years, sporting a few snacks and tumblers of Firewhiskey and Butterbeers on the table.
"D'you know, Moony... that Harry has been trying to set Pads up?" was what James had said mid-conversation, earning a high groan from Sirius on his left.
“For fuck’s sake, not this again!”
"Has he, now?" Remus asked. If he was surprised, he wasn't showing it; honestly, at some point or another Harry would start to pester Sirius about it too, it was in his blood... Well, no exactly blood, more at his home. They all lived tangled and messily put their noses into each other's business all the time, if there was a line somewhere, none of Harry's parental figures learned enough of it to pass it on to him priorly. "Is it... Miss Lynch?"
They both laughed out loud at Sirius' disgusted expression, after taking a big swig from his firewhiskey. Merlin had mercy on his soul! Miss Lynch was one of Harry's Muggle teachers, several years older than him, with a habit of wearing a horrid amount of perfume and smiling way too coquettishly at him every time he went to pick up his godson from school.
"Harry likes me, unlike the lots of you," Sirius scoffed, turning his face away theatrically. "Or not, since he's been yapping right and left about this witch since he met her—and all thanks to you, Moony."
Sirius had an ironic smile on his face.
He had a better sense of humour than that, Sirius swore. If they had made those exact jokes three months prior, Sirius would have topped it with one of his own, it'd be way too sexual and a bit disgusting, but just enough to make him and his mates laugh and have a good time… but it wasn't three months ago; they were making it now. And those jokes clearly came from a place of truth and worry, that was so annoyingly nonsensical in Sirius opinion. Goddammit, he was fine!
Remus frowned, one of his chips hovering mid-air, "Is it?"
"Yeah, hear this out Moony," James had a wide grin on his face as he laid his hand on Remus' shoulder, "Apparently, there's this lady friend of yours that is perfect for Padfoot... Perfect arm rest height, owns a record store, you curse in front of her... Ring any bell?"
There was a moment of silence where Remus seemed to ponder for a while, and then,
"Oh, Merlin—"
The werewolf couldn't help himself, and started to laugh through the hand covering his chewing mouth. James followed, throwing his head back and everything, making Sirius even more annoyed at being at the same time the butt and the one left out of the joke.
"That kid is brilliant," Remus said, between Sirius' grumbles.
The day Sirius met his so-called 'future wife' happened to fall on a gloomy Thursday.
His godson's picking-up schedule from pre-school was quite simple: Monday was Sirius' day, then the next it'd be James’, and that sequence would repeat on and on; and if for some reason, neither could get there on time, then Remus would leave the bookshop to pick up the little one for them.
Today was one of those days, where Sirius had sent a letter to Remus letting him know that he might not be able to make it on time, and so the werewolf was supposed to pick up his godson and stay with him at the shop until Sirius was able to get there.
His wristwatch read 16:30 by the time Sirius was able to even take a breather from the boring paper work, so he didn't even bother going to the muggle school to see if Harry was still there, since Remus was always the most punctual of them, the man knew he wouldn't be there any more. Since it was Thursday, and Thursdays were almost Fridays, which basically meant it was technically the weekend, Sirius decided he'd indulge a bit and stop by a bakery to buy some pastries for them to eat. Everything that his buff mate prohibited at the house on the weekdays. Remus would also like that, Sirius thought, since he probably didn't have anything besides his morning tea and that's it — that man had a horrid habit of not eating properly while he was occupied.
Opening the door to Remus' workplace with his shoulders, Sirius exclaimed, "I exchange goods for the nearest men's loo occupancy!"
The bookshop that Remus worked was located in a little street that vaguely reminded Sirius of Diagon Alley, but a muggle version. Scratch that, it didn't look that similar if he was being honest, excluding the fact that both consisted of a funnily narrow street with stores on both sides. It wasn't very big from the outside looking in, but the store had plenty of space inside; Lots and lots of wooden shelves dotted most of the space, books scattered at every corner, including Remus', who was standing behind the front desk.
He'd got this job exactly two years ago, which had solved most of his problems—well, at least the financial ones. The owner, Mrs Lee, a little lady Sirius believed to be bordering on seventy (not that he was certain, since he was gentleman enough to know not to ask a lady's age, and also because wizards and muggles aged differently), also had never had children, and since her husband had passed away, she was having trouble organizing the shop alone with only her niece to help. As an accident of fate, Remus had got lost in that part of London one day and ended up taking the vacancy the same day.
The werewolf didn't even lift his head to acknowledge his friend, muttering something incomprehensible under his mouth as he continued to write on a blue clipboard.
Placing the pastries box in a free corner of the desk, where there were no boxes of books waiting to be sorted, Sirius looked around… It was too silent… and his legs were devoid of little arms hugging it...
"Where is the prat?"
Remus sniffed the air, "Oh, you brought muffins!", then opened the box next to him. "Harry's at The Dark Side," he said between bites, already making a mess of himself with the blueberry bits.
"The dark side? "
Remus rolled his eyes slightly, "Dark Side is a store front to ours."
"As if that explains it!" Sirius put his hands on his hips as his concern level started rising to an alarming level. What Harry had taught him all this time was that he needed to take better care of his health, because his heart would kill him some day with how many stressful situations Harry had put him through. "Who's there with him? Remus, he's four! He can't wander around by himself!"
If the werewolf wasn't so focused on devouring what was his first meal of the day, he'd stop everything to laugh at his friend antics. Remus was one of the rare people that could say that he knew Sirius Black quite well, other than James, and yet moments like these took him so by surprise, that Remus couldn't help but compare him to the version of the friend he'd lived with in his teens. Sirius, despite everything, still liked to maintain the ‘cool guy' pose; the kind that always said, 'let the boy play', and flicked his wrist with little care, but when the boy was in fact playing , Sirius was the one who didn't take his eyes off him for even a minute; wand in hand, mouth slightly ajar, as if ready to save Harry from any imminent danger that he might face... from jumping on James', apparently, way too high mattress — his words.
"Calm down, dadfoot , he's fine. James and I are friends with the owner, plus I've got my eyes on him at all times," Remus said, "Can't you see his little head from here?"
Oh , Sirius actually could...
The bookshop's glass doors faced exactly the glass doors of the store ahead, and in the right corner, sitting on a counter similar to Remus', almost completely hidden by one of the shelves, was his godson; moving his head up and down... What on earth was he doing there?
The scene made Sirius want to let out a relieved sigh, so much so that he didn't even notice the mischievous grin that had spread across Remus' face.
"Harry is probably starving, he hasn't stopped a second since he got here... Why don't you go fetch him?"
Sirius didn't need to be told twice.
The Dark Side, the man had realized upon entering, was not a place of dark magic as he had previously thought, but a... music store.
A bell rung as he stepped in, but no one had come to greet him yet.
"Haz?" he called.
From the loudspeakers, a husky voice accompanied a type of punkish tune, one that Sirius had no idea what it was, but he found that he quite liked it. The place smelled nice, was the first thing he'd noticed, something woodsy but sweet at the same time — nothing alike other music stores he’s visited before. Similar to the bookshop, most of it was adorned with rows of shelves, but these came up to his hips maximum and filled with vinyl records and LPS, instead of books.
Everywhere he looked he found something else that he liked; the vinyls on the wall, the band posters, the blue puffs on the corners and an electric Gibson lying around.
This looked like a personal paradise of his, even if Sirius wasn't as active on the music scene as he used to be in his teens... Man, his sixteen-year-old self would've never left this place, if he had stumbled upon it years before.
On one of the walls to the left, there was a mosaic of framed vinyls that had some sort of neon light underneath it, drawing your eyes to it. One in specific caught Sirius' attention.
"Bloody hell!" he hissed, when he realized that the 'A Night at the Opera' vinyl with two huge scribble on both sides, were apparently Brian May's and Roger Taylor's own autographs! Sirius ran his finger over the glass that protected the album, feeling tiny tingles of magic all over the place.
"Afternoon, sorry for not coming sooner. I hope you weren't waiting for too long," a female voice came from behind him.
Sirius stopped on the spot, wait ... he knew that voice...
"Oh, so you've found my precious, " she chuckled, but Sirius didn't get the joke, "Are you a big Queen’s fan? I still got some of their newest album on stock, if you want a recommendation."
He knew that voice, he knew that breathy laugh. It couldn't be...
Then, turning around hastily, like someone who never liked to be taken by surprise, his ‘ couldn't be' became 'it already is' very quickly.
If there was anyone that Sirius didn't think he'd run into on a Thursday afternoon, working in a Muggle music store specially, it was the little Snake! Merlin, he hadn't seen her since, what?... Probably his last year at Hogwarts, yeah, when she was still in her sixth with his brother.
Oh, god…
Sirius felt a sudden urge to start laughing as his brain started to connect the loose wires... Now it all made sense!... The jokes, the knowing grins and the looks that Moony and Prongs exchanged whenever the topic of "Moony's lady friend" came up.
Of course, who else could it be?
"My, oh my. If it's not the famous Sirius Black stepping into my humble little nook," she crossed her arms, an amused glint crossing her eyes. The total opposite of Sirius, who still had his mouth hanging open, the now woman didn't seem the least bit surprised to see him there, though her words revealed that she didn't actually know.
If his friends were with him right now, they'd be laughing at Sirius like they’ve never laughed before… After all the quips, all the eye-rolls and annoyance, the little motherfucker couldn’t turn out to be right at the end:
Harry had really found the perfect woman for Sirius.
part two
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Rebellious
Another snippet from a Sirius-raises-Harry AU where Sirius has recently gotten custody of eight-year-old Harry:
Sirius offered his hand to Harry as they left the school building. Harry’s small hand tucked into his, but Sirius hadn’t missed the sidelong, anxious look Harry had given him when he’d arrived at the playground to get him. Sirius tried to engage Harry with a few simple questions about his day as they walked home, but Harry only gave quiet, one-word answers in return.
They settled into silence instead, which gave Sirius time to think over what the teacher had spoken to him about when he arrived at the school. “Harry is refusing to read out loud in class,” she had said. “He holds the book up to his face to make his classmates laugh. When I tell him to hold the book properly, he puts it down and stares at it without saying a word and the class laughs even harder. This rebelliousness needs to stop, Mr. Black.”
“Rebellious” isn’t a word that Sirius would use to describe his godson. Quiet. Obedient. Eager to please. That’s how Sirius would describe the eight-year-old that had arrived at his home shortly before the start of the school year. A little boy who never failed to put away his coat and line up his shoes. A little boy who still tried to clear the table and do the dishes after every meal. A little boy who moved around the house so quietly that Sirius was often surprised to find that they were in the same room. A little boy who tucked himself into corners and tried to take up the least amount of space possible.
They climbed the stairs to their flat together. Sirius continued with their usual after-school routine, worried that a deviation from normal would work Harry up even more than he already was. Even now, Sirius could tell that the boy was wracked with nerves. His foot jiggled under the kitchen table, when normally he was eerily still. He devoured his snack in quick, large bites with his plate pulled even closer to him than normal. Once his plate was cleared and his glass of milk completely drained, Sirius decided it was time.
“Do you think we could talk before you go do your homework, Haz?” Sirius asked, doing his best to keep his voice level and gentle. Harry nodded stiffly, though he stared down at the table instead of looking up at Sirius. Sirius pulled out the chair across from and sat down.
“I had a little chat with your teacher after school,” Sirius started. “She told me about how she likes to have you all read aloud in front of the class.”
Harry nodded; his gaze still fixed on the table.
“Do you want to tell me about how it went today?” Sirius asked. Harry was silent, though Sirius didn’t really expect anything else. “I heard that reading aloud isn’t your favorite thing.”
Harry shrugged.
“Do you want to talk about why?” Sirius pressed.
“I just don’t like it.” Harry muttered sullenly.
“Your teacher mentioned that you make the other kids laugh when you hold the book up to your face.” Sirius tried. “Do you like to make the other kids laugh?”
Sirius knew what Harry’s answer would be before the question was out of his own mouth. He may not have known Harry for very long yet, but he wasn’t the kind of kid to disobey to make others laugh. James was — he liked being the class clown — but Harry? No, that wasn’t him. But Sirius felt like he had to ask anyways. He had been telling Harry more and more stories about James. Maybe this was Harry’s little way of trying to be like his father?
Harry’s face hardened. “No one likes to be made fun of,” he said quietly.
“No, of course not.” Sirius agreed.
“Then why did you ask if I liked it?”
Sirius was a little startled by Harry’s sharp comeback. It wasn’t what he’d come to expect from Harry, but it was also comforting in a way. It meant that Harry was starting to feel more comfortable with expressing himself. Sirius leaned back against his chair and eyed Harry contemplatively, wanting to consider his next words carefully. Their little chat was started to spiral out of his control, and he wasn’t any closer to determining what was wrong than he had been when they started.
“You’re right,” Sirius said finally. “That was a bit of a silly question, wasn’t it?” Harry shrugged again and Sirius pressed on. “I’d just like to understand what’s going on. Does it make you nervous to read in front of the class?”
Harry didn’t answer.
“We could practice at home together, if you’d like?” Sirius offered.
Harry shook his head. Sirius sighed. He knew he was starting to flounder, but he didn’t know where to take the conversation next. Harry was silent. Sirius watched him as he sat hunched over the table, tracing a pattern on the top with his finger. His glasses started to slip down his nose and Harry pushed them back up into place.
Oh. His glasses. The realization struck Sirius like a slap in the face. Harry was holding the book closely to his face because otherwise he couldn’t see the words. Sirius had made Harry an appointment with a pediatric healer as soon as the boy had come into his care, but the healer’s schedule was a nightmare and they still had another two weeks to go until their appointment. He hadn’t even thought about making him an appointment to get his eyes checked.
“Haz?” Sirius asked. Harry looked up at him. “How long have you had your glasses?”
“Since I started primary school.” Harry said quietly.
“When was the last time you had an eye exam?”
Harry shrugged. “When I got them.”
“You haven’t gone back to see the optometrist since you first got them?” Sirius pressed.
“Aunt Petunia said I didn’t need to.” Harry replied.
It was moments like these that make Sirius want to track down the Dursleys and curse the living daylights out of them. But that wouldn’t help Harry. He needed to focus on Harry and the here and now, not on getting angry over the seven years of childhood that Harry had lost while in the custody of his aunt and uncle.
“Do you remember how we talked about making you an appointment with a healer?” Sirius asked. “Because it’s important for you to get checked over every year, to make sure you’re healthy?”
Harry nodded. He was finally looking at Sirius instead of staring down at the table, but his expression was uncertain again. The worry and anxiety that had been temporarily replaced with fierce resentment was back, and Sirius wasn’t sure why.
“It’s important for you to get your eyes checked every year, too,” Sirius continued. “Sometimes your eyesight gets worse as you get older and your glasses need to get updated to make sure you can still see properly.”
“My glasses are fine.” Harry muttered.
“Yeah?” Sirius smiled. “They’re fine when you can hold your book up to your face?”
Harry scowled at that. He looked adorable with his face scrunched up and the corners of his lips turned downward, not that Sirius would say so aloud.
“There’s nothing wrong with needing new glasses, kiddo.” Sirius assured him. “If you can’t see properly with your glasses, then I’m happy to take you to get new ones.”
Harry looked down at the table again and mumbled something. The mumble was so quiet that Sirius only caught pieces of what Harry had said, but he didn’t like the parts that he did hear. There had been something in there about not wanting to be a burden. Or perhaps he said that he hadn’t earned them? But no matter what he had said, Sirius knew he had to set his kid straight.
“Harry, can you look at me, please?” Sirius asked gently. He waited until Harry had raised to his head to meet Sirius’s eyes before he continued. “You will never be a burden to me, Harry. And you never have to earn things that you need. Never. You will always have food and clothes and toys and books and glasses and anything else your little heart desires here. All right?”
Harry still looked unsure, but there was a little bit of hope shining in his green eyes now. Sirius knew that it would take time before Harry would fully believe and trust in what he said, but he would keep chipping away at the little boy’s uncertainty until it shattered for good.
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I know people in Monticeto and the rumors aren't true. They still live together and are apparently getting along
They had a rough patch over the coronation.
But they are not living apart or any of that nonsense. They don't let people see their home, they receive friends at a local hotel. .
[...]
The Harkles know plenty of people. Yes they aren't in with the top A listers (who are only a few dozen people in Montecito, most of whom don't even live there as their main residence).
Pretty much everyone else local has kissed their asses and made them welcome. There are a couple Netflix big wigs in the area who regularly entertain them. Oprah recently loaned them her Maui home for a little jaunt. I wouldn't worry about their social life. It isn't what she wants, but most people would envy it.
I don't live in Monticeto my cousin does. As I have said before my cuz has children at the same school as Archie (not the same grade, class or teacher). I know through her that they live in the community, are together, and participate in the community. Regular people like my cousin (married to a wealthy tech guy) don't hate her. She was so excited she nearly pissed her pants the first time she got to meet Haz. There are billions of people out there. Most are neither saints nor sinners, just people living their lives who don't strongly hate or love meg. And most of them get excited over any kind of celebrity. Of course, that's not who Megs wants as friends. But just because they aren't the leaders of the cool crowd, that doesn't mean they are frozen out and no one has anything to do with them.
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trauma writing in mha doeznt work
i uzed to be a huge fan of mha. it waz one of the firzt anime and manga i got really into and haz characterz i ztill love. but there zomething about it thatz been a problem for a long time. and thatz how it treatz abuze
horikoshi (and the fandom) haz thiz little writing problem i like to call 'bad thingz are bad (unlezz they happen to katsuki bakugo)'
when todoroki getz hit and yelled by hiz parentz, itz framed az incredibly tragic and horrific and the art reflectz thiz
thiz iz a hurt and zcared child, we're zuppozed to feel bad thiz happened
when katsuki getz hit and yelled at by hiz parentz?
itz framed az comedic
thiz iz a 16 year old being yelled at hiz mother for being kidnapped. thiz iz a ZIXTEEN YEAR OLD being blamed for GETTING KIDNAPPED
but the art and framing are telling me i zhould be finding thiz funny?? im zorry are we having fucked up parentz be dark comedy or actually zeriouz?
or, hey. another example. zportz feztival. when ojiro zayz he wantz to drop out of the zportz feztival becauze he doeznt feel he earned hiz victory?
that choice iz rezpected. he getz to drop out with no problemz
when katsuki zayz he doeznt feel he earned the 1zt place in the sports festival and doeznt want the medal?
he getz drugged, chained and muzzled to a ztone podium on live fucking televizion. and when Mizter Number One Bezt hero all might comez up? he forcez the medal into hiz mouth with only the comment 'well thiz iz a bit much'
zeriouzly, think about thiz. thiz iz a bunch of 'heroz' doing thiz to a, again, 16 year old becauze he. wanted a fair fight? becauze he dared to tell them no?
hell, the only people in-univerze to even comment on thiz are the league of villainz when they, az mentioned before, kidnap him.
and not only doez thiz cheapen the effect of the todoroki family ztoryline (even before we got to the current ztory) it alzo deztroyz any zympathy i have for 99% of the cazt.
when midnight died i waznt thinking 'oh no thatz zo zad they juzt lozt a great hero and teacher' i waz thinking about how she drugged a teenager for zaying no.
when aizawa talkz about how he carez about hiz ztudentz im thinking hez a fucking liar becauze he waz there for both the bakugo home vizit and the sports festival and he didnt do jack zhit to help katsuki. who iz his ztudent.
when there waz that wierd fucking arc about aoyama ztalking deku or whatever and it getz framed az creepy, im not zympathizng for deku becauze hez literally introduced az writing all hiz obzervationz about hiz clazzmatez (including bakugo) down in hiz notebookz. which iz alzo fucking creepy. zo im juzt thinking hez a fucking hypocrite getting a tazte of hiz own medicine
when all might getz praized for anything i juzt think he doeznt dezerve it becauze he waz alzo there for both the sports festival and the home vizit (and unlike aizawa he doeznt even have the excuze of being in a full body cazt for the feztival. and itz not even the firzt time he waz around katsuki in a horrible zituation
thiz zeem a bit familiar to anyone? maybe? maybe zomething that happened in the very beginning of the ztory?
yeah. and all might walked away from that too
a bnha zerver i uzed to be in a did a count of how many adultz katsuki had no bad interactionz with and it waz like. 5. of the whole cazt.
thzi iz a 16 year old, thiz iz a kid, who iz routinely treated horribly by the adultz around him and nearly every time itz framed like itz funny. like im zuppozed to be finding a kid being hit, yelled at, chained, muzzled and ignored comedic.
and maybe it could have worked. dark comedy iz a thing having fucked up family or zchool dynamicz being played for laughz can work.
but then when thiz kind of ztuff happenz to any one elze itz meant to be zeen az traumatizing and horrible and like i zhould feel bad. and you cant treat child abuze az actual abuze for zome characterz, but comedy for otherz, becauze it fuckz with the effect of both
#thiz kid dezervez zo much fucking better man. can we pleaze get him zome people who actually care about hiz well being#literally the villainz acknowledge him being treated bad more than the heroez#i havent been into bnha in agez and im ztill pizzed about thiz
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this is purely out of curiosity and i don't want to send hate your way, but do you ship mob and reigen? and if so, why?
I do, yeah. An ex-friend of mine asked me the exact same question (just more... harshly I think and with what I assumed was prejudice) before they decided to part our ways and I could never properly answer them because I was so stressed by the situation, it was hard to gather my thoughts. So I'll do my best to explain here, hopefully to make myself understood better.
Sorry if this gets lenghty >_< I'll just put a readmore right here.
I think the biggest reason for why I like them is their canon relationship that has been explored in the series already quite thoroughly - that they have changed eachother, helped eachother grow and one wouldn't be the person they are without the other. I think most of us understand the depth of it. Reigen is Mob's teacher and friend, someone like an older brother. There surely is a strong bond between them and they've seen each other at their best and worst and still acknowledged and accepted eachother's flaws. They trust eachother, they would give their life for eachother even (at least Reigen would, he almost did in the finale after all). And I do think that they love eachother but in a way that isn't actually romantic in canon. I'm perfectly capable of realizing that and I value it a lot both in the series and in fanworks (one of my fav works of fanfiction is about exactly that).
It was my curiosity that made me search up a ship fic of them, I was just confused why people ship them in the first place and whether it can be good and I found myself enjoying it a lot (to my surprise). It was set into the future, and dealt with some serious topics like loss and acceptance, it was kind of bittersweet. Then I felt that maybe it was just slightly ooc because all of the serirei fics I was busy reading depicted Reigen slightly different. Nontheless, I had the other ship on my mind then so I never really dived into Mob/Reigen, but it changed my perspective on them a lot.
And at some point into all this I realized, why not? Why can't I haz 2 cookies? (god im sorry that was terrible sfjgsdkj). What I mean is that the buildup canon offers can be taken further - more of their relationship can be explored in terms of new tropes, sometimes romantic too.
On a personal note I'll just add that I'm rather picky about them and tend to stick to fluff, hurt/comfort and slow slow burns. And I like them most post-canon, a few years into the future. It turns out that it all depends on how they're portrayed for me to like them anyways. I talked on here recently about a work that really had it all and portrayed their relationship in a very satisfying and mature way, with all the complicated feelings, it felt very realistic, especially on Reigen's side. So if anyone wants, here's a rec from me again -> in my dreams (I seem to be more honest) on ao3, just because I think it has all that I like about the ship.
I think that this is the whole point of fanworks - to kind of look further and have fun with it, to see "what if?". Even if it's something sort of.. taboo I guess? Because you get to take it apart in a fictional dimension (if that makes sense). And I completely understand if this is something that can ick some people out or that someone doesn't want to ruin their perception of the characters' relationship. That's totally fine by me and I'm not going to force anyone into liking the ship of course. And there are definitely tropes and tags I really don't want to look into - not everything is for me either.
And I think this goes without saying but I'll add it here anyways: what I like to see in fiction doesn't mean I would like or encourage anyone to do the same thing in real life! It's just interesting to explore from a safe distance where no one can get hurt.
#I didn't mean to make it this long sorry T_T#answered#you dont need to read the fic of course jsdfhskjf i just put it here for anyone interested#also big thanks for asking respectfully#I really appreciate it!
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Some Thoughts About How the BRF is Approaching this Debacle by u/C-La-Canth
Some Thoughts About How the BRF is Approaching this Debacle
I hope that someday Prince William is recognized for the restraint and patience he is exhibiting now. Every day, I see fellow sinners who are angry that the monarchy isn't moving fast enough in delivering a few blows back at H&M. I see comments that demand King Charles sever all ties with Haz, that they expose MeMe's sordid past, that the children be removed from the LoS, that titles be stripped, blah blah blah. This isn't the 16th century. We can't scream "off with his head!" and decide the punishment for perceived slights. A fair and just ruler (or court system) will process all of the facts, go by existing protocol, and measure out appropriate consequences. In the states, we applaud parents who march down to their child's classroom and scream at the teacher before they listen to the teacher's viewpoint. We love to seek immediate retribution the moment we think someone has offended us. We have far too many shootings, impulsive crimes, and random violence because too many people lack the skills for critical thinking and the ability to perceive their own contribution to a problem. I've said this here before: we are not privy to all of the facts. Period. All we know comes from heavily biased, filtered media. Because of this, we are neither qualified nor entitled to direct the actions of the BRF. All we can do is ask questions, speculate, share opinions and observations, and hope for the best. Yes, of course, I am outraged at what seems to be two grifters getting away with criminal behavior. But this weird saga is enormous and complex, and it will take a lot of time to be resolved wisely. Meanwhile, I admire the quiet, mature, methodical way Prince William and his beautiful wife have conducted themselves.
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Snape never became a Potions professor because after the war (after everyone lived because my mental health is really poor and i need them to be happy) Regulus accepted the job after Slughorn retired.
He was one of the favourite teachers even if he didn't commend everyone for every little thing. Regulus was quite cold, but he was fair and gave congratulations when they were deserved and had an ear to listen for anyone who need it.
"Have you seen that Professor Black never roll both of his sleves?" asked Ron one day.
They were buried in homework, the essay for Potions laying on the table of the library they were in. Hermione was close to finishing it while Ron had only written the title, much more occupied thinking about anything else.
"Papa doesn't like short clothes," Harry shrugged. "Even in sumner he wears long sleves"
Hermione looked up from her essay, a puzzled look on her face.
"Well, I suppose he doesn't want anyone to see the Mark," she started in a whisper, unsure.
"What mark?" asked Ron frowning.
"The Dark Mark," Hermione said slowly, observing both of his friends with attention.
"Your dad was with You-Know-Who?" Ron asked, covering his mouth with a hand.
"My Papa defeated Voldemort," Harry growled full of anger, his voice so high a few people looked at them.
Hermione sushed him not wanting any more attention from anyone else. She signed them to close their head so they could whisper.
"Have you ever read a bloody book about the War?" she asked in disbelief. "Professor Black was one of the most important people in defeating You-Know-Who, but he was one of his followers for a few years. I'm sure he doesn't want anyone to see the Dark Mark on his arm. He must had got it when he was serving Him"
"Do you think he will show it to us?" asked Ron amused. "Harry, what do you think?"
"Don't think so. You can still try," Harry shrugged.
Regulus was finishing his class, closing the books and getting ready to go to the teacher's lounge when he saw them.
"Can I help you, little Gryffindors?" he asked raising an eyebrow. Regulus observed with a little smile how the three twelve years old jostled one another whispering "you go", "no, you go". "Is any of you going to talk or do I have to keep waiting all day?"
"Professor," Ron finally talked taking a step forward, "would you show us your Mark?"
Regulus' eyes darkened instantly. He was no longer warm nor soft. "You are going to be late for your next class. Go"
Harry took a step and grab Regulus by his robe so he wouldn't leave. "Papa, is it true? You have the Dark Mark?"
Regulus felt each word like a dagger to the heart. He closed his eyes to try to supress the sadness creeping all over him. "Haz..."
"You have it then?" the boy asked, frowning and a little pout.
"Yes. But I'm not going to show it to you. Children, go or Tuttle is going to take points from Gryffindor for being late," he sighed.
When the three children step out of the class, Regulus gave himself a minute to catch his breathe because he felt like someone had punched him. With shaking hands, he started writing a letter.
"My deer James,
I fear the time has come. I thought we had more time, that Harry would be older by the time we had to explain to him how everything happened, but he asked me today if I have the Dark Mark.
It's time he knows how the Dark Lord was defeated and what we sacrified, what we had to do.
Love you"
Part 2
#marauders era#marauders#regulus black#marauders headcanon#harry potter headcanon#hermione granger#ron weasley#jegulus#jegulus headcanon#regulus lives#because i love him#pushing the regulus agenda
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Hi, could you write a fic about Chubby!Harry coming home from school in a bad mood and not really eating any of his dinner (he normally wolfs it down then has seconds, so this worried James and Sirius) and then his dads ask him what’s wrong and it turns out people have been bullying him at school and the teachers have been ignoring it, and now some of them are getting involved too?
Lots of body-positive, hurt/comfort fluff, with protective Sirius and James going and giving the school a piece of their mind?
((A/N: Warning for mentions of bullying fat people and fatphobia.))
When Harry gets off the train and isn't bursting with happiness at seeing them again, Sirius tries not to take it personally. Harry is a teenager now, and it makes sense if he's more sad to leave his friends behind-- nothing compares to staying in the same dormitory as the best mates, he knows-- than happy to see his parents again.
He shares a look with James as they leave the station, and they agree that he'll shake it off soon enough.
Except he doesn't. His mood gets worse and worse. James practically drags him to the dinner table that night, and Harry only pokes at his food with a clenched jaw instead of eating it.
"Haz?" Sirius ventures.
Harry looks up from his plate, meeting his eyes dully.
"Is everything okay?"
"Fine."
"Are you sure?" James asks, unconvinced.
"Yes."
"It's just, you're not eating. I thought you liked Shepherd's pie," Sirius says. He would be worried that it didn't turn out except his piece is fine-- rather tasty, actually, since he has plenty of experience making it.
"I don't have an appetite is all."
"Did you eat a lot on the train?"
Harry's looks askance and gives a small shrug. He's lying, but as much as Sirius wants to get to the bottom of the matter, cornering Harry isn't going to help anything.
"It's alright. I'll set some aside so you can have it before you go to bed tonight," Sirius says, trying his best to smile like he doesn't suspect anything amiss.
"No, it's... it's fine," Harry tries. "I'll just eat a bit now."
While James and Sirius finish eating, Harry manages all of two bites.
"Alright Harry, that's enough," James says, pushing his empty plate away from himself so he can put his folded arms on the table. "What's wrong?"
Harry's expression turns pained. "Do I eat too much?"
"No, not at all," Sirius says, as James shakes his head. He isn't sure there is such a thing as eating too much, unless it makes one sick-- and Harry has never eaten so much that he puked. "Why would you think that?"
"Some people at school said..." Harry trails off, but it's not from a lack of words, it's from shame. His cheeks colour a self-conscious red.
"What did they say?" James asks sharply.
"I dunno," Harry mumbles. It's an obvious lie, and he continues on, almost as if he didn't say it at all. "That I'm... pigging out. That I'd lose weight if I ate less."
Sirius feels like his stomach drops to the floor.
"Who said that to you?" James asks.
Harry's shoulder shrink in on himself like he wants to disappear, but he answers the question without further prodding. "Everyone says it. Even the professors."
Sirius forces his voice to come out calmly. The last thing he wants is to sound angry and make Harry regret telling them. "Which professors?"
"Pa, I don't want to make a big deal out of it."
Both of his parents have to hold back the response that it is a big deal, because that's not going to help Harry feel better. A shared look between the two of them confirms that the professors will be hearing about it, but they're not sure how to handle the conversation right in front of them. Sirius tilts one corner of his mouth down-- he can't think of anything to say.
James clears his throat uncomfortably and looks back to Harry. Harry's gaze is trained on his barely touched meal, missing the quick interaction his fathers had. "You should be happy," James says, and it feels so simple and James to Sirius that he can't help but smile. "We're here to help you be happy. It's not a big deal to talk to your professors about something they shouldn't be doing or letting happen in the first place. One of the Defense professors in our day had it out for Pa, and your grandparents stepped in for him."
"I asked them not to, and I was embarrassed about it at the time, but it helped," Sirius adds softly. His heart aches looking at the warring emotions on their child's face. He recognises it from his own tumultuous teenage years; he hoped that Harry would never have to deal with anything that made him feel this way, but maybe growing up would always include something horrible.
Harry shifts uncomfortably. Then, so quietly they can barely hear, he lists the names of two professors. "Nobody says anything around the other professors, but they're..."
"We'll take care of it," James promises.
Sirius can't let his son sit there and look so sad, not when he can do something about it. He gets out of his seat and rounds the table to hug Harry from behind.
"Pa," Harry says, embarrassed, but in the usual way he is with his parents' antics, rather than personal shame.
"You're perfect, pup, you know that?"
"I'm not a pup anymore," Harry argues.
"You'll always be my pup."
"I'm glad to see you didn't deny the perfect part," James says, looking at them with a smile growing on his face.
Sirius keeps on hugging him because Harry isn't trying to get rid of him.
James's eyes flicker to Harry's plate once more. "Haz, Lily was heavy too." They don't talk about Lily much. She hadn't wanted to be involved after he was born, but then she died shortly after. It feels worse to not mention her role in Harry's existence, so they try to walk the line. Harry shares her genetics, and right now, that is worth talking about. "She was healthy, just like you are. There's nothing wrong with being fat."
Sirius loosens his arms and stands up enough to press a kiss to the top of Harry's head. He didn't want to let go, but he gets the feeling that he should anyways. He gives him a parting squeeze and rounds the table to give James a hug because his husband, at least, will always hug him back. With James's hand coming up to touch his arm, he feels grounded enough to offer, "Do you want me to find you something else to eat?"
"No, this- this is fine. Thanks." Harry takes a small bite, and they go from there.
*
In private-- and with a silencing spell to ensure Harry can't overhear-- they rage. They both need to rant and curse anyone who would treat Harry this way, and when it's just the two of them, they can do it.
It's not only the two professors, it's the Gryffindor prefects too. Harry made a point of pretending like it wasn't that big of a deal the whole time, even though it was obvious he was hurting. He didn't tell them the names of all the students, just the ones with a bit more power. Prefects in the various Houses, a few upperclassmen. He even stressed that his friends told off anyone that said it, but they had their own studies and it's not like he needs them to look after him anyways. He tried so hard to downplay it while still answering their questions. It was understandable, but infuriating.
After they get the first wave of it out of their systems, it's time to plan. Professor Dumbledore is the Headmaster so he'll have to be involved in some fashion, but he's not the one who will be dealing with the situation-- that'll be Professor McGonagall. She's the Head of House for Gryffindor, and much more hands on than Dumbledore could ever be. She should be looking after Harry now that the prefects can't be trusted to do a bloody thing except add to it.
When they manage to get McGonagall on the floo, she is gratifyingly concerned. When they mention that the Gryffindor prefects are part of the problem, she looks incensed.
"I wanted it to feel better," James says, after they're done talking to her and she's gone from their fireplace.
"What do you mean?"
"I wanted to feel good after we took care of it. Maybe... I dunno, happy? Happy that Harry won't have to deal with it anymore, but I don't. I just feel angry, same as I did before."
"I know what you mean," Sirius says, taking James's hand in both of his own. "Maybe it'll feel good once he goes back to school and doesn't have to deal with it anymore. Right now, he's still with us. It's like nothing's changed yet."
"Yeah, maybe," James says noncommittally.
Sirius waits for him to finish whatever thought is in his head that's giving him so much trouble and isn't disappointed.
"I'm mad that it happened at all."
"Me too," Sirius agrees softly.
"I thought making sure it won't happen again would make that go away, but it didn't. I'm still angry."
Sirius squeezes his hand. He is too. He's not sure anything's going to make it disappear. "As long as it gets better, we'll move on."
"Right." James smiles at him. "Of course, you're right."
#prongsfoot#bambibelle#fanfic#james potter#sirius black#harry potter#filled#established relationship#married#no voldemort au#raising harry#siriuslystarbucks
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Chapter 35 of Harrow the Ninth
Another chapter that's difficult to understand. I reread it several times and still can't make much of it
I have no idea what "it was your grandmother's nine generations back" even means, since his grandmother would be two generations back
Ortus seems to be trying to get Abigail to speak to the ghost of some long dead ancestor who held his sword at one point, if I'm understanding this correctly. Is this like part of the organization they're doing against the Sleeper, or is this just some random favor Ortus is asking of Abigail?
Not enough bad jokes, I guess
What the "organs" are and their significance to this conversation is never mentioned henceforth. Do they mean the tubes that are described in the next paragraph? But if so, I don't think those are ever mentioned again after being described, either. Immediately after the description of the tubes, the conversation shifts directly to talking about weaponizing skeletons
I wonder if the real Dulcinea was actually like this, or if she just isn't that sick because she's actually dead and this is just her ghost
I can think of two prices for becoming a Lyctor: 1) guilt about killing and consuming your cavalier, and 2) endless pursuit by resurrection beasts. Since this talks about a "saltwater creature" presumably this is about the resurrection beasts, but it also seems to be about the body in the Tomb. Is the body in the Tomb somehow the missing resurrection beast? Did John not actually absorb Earth's soul, but instead locked it in the Tomb? That doesn't really make sense to me, since there's a physical body in the Tomb and it's protected by a physical building with physical traps, and a resurrection beast is a disembodied soul that isn't going to be contained by any of that stuff. And Earth does have a body, it's... the actual Earth. We know it's possible for revenants to possess bodies that aren't their original body, like Dr. Sex did, but it was implied in that story that that was only possible because he had some family relationship to the person who used to have that body. I can't imagine there would be a human body that the soul of Earth could possess like that, and even if there was, I'm fairly sure revenants can decide to abandon whatever body they are possessing any time they want, because Harrow thought Palamedes likely would have abandoned his skull fragments out of boredom. So I can't see how restricting physical movement of any physical body would successfully control a resurrection beast
And Teacher thinks that the Sleeper is a punishment for the Lyctors' indelible sin, and later directly compares it to the body in the Tomb, so it might well be a resurrection beast, or like, resurrection-beast-adjacent or something, but in that case it seems odd for it to be shooting people with guns. Since it is wearing the haz suit, I guess it could also be Commander-Wake-adjacent, as for all we know BOE is totally fine with guns, but I feel like one of John's priests would be unlikely to classify BOE attacks as a punishment for the indelible sin
Hmm:
Is this about the tubes that were mentioned previously? I originally thought so, but none of these definitions seem to work for that. I think we can rule out the bacteriology sense, but other than that I have no idea what he means. Give this book it's likely to be one of the anatomy words, but honestly I think it could just as likely be a reference to the clams
That's all I got for this one
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I just don’t understand the people that defend Haz and say “he’s putting his truth out there” or that “he’s protecting his family” or “he’s putting the tabloids in their place.” They clearly have not read the book because it turns out the truth is that he’s a shitty person, he’s putting his family more in danger, and the tabloids got it right most of the time. I’m so disgusted by him! Especially since he made fun of a disabled person and that’s a HARD no for me. Both of them are POS!!
Harry making fun of the disabled teacher who I am sure is a very elderly lady by now was grotesque.
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@wolfstarmicrofic Day Twenty: hippo
It's Ted's fault. It really is. They can't be blamed for...this...chaos.
Ted and his Muggle tecknologies and eccentricities. Remus says he should be more forgiving, but this has been two weeks of constant noise and badgering and he loves the kid, he really does, but this...well, it's all Ted's fault.
"Is it too late to decide I've disowned Andi?" Sirius groans into Remus's neck before covering his head with a fluffy down pillow.
"Well, we've already bought Nymphadora's present, and it's not returnable..."
"I'll take the 10 galleon hit."
"Er...35, actually."
"Merlin, Moony!" Sirius suffers the swat to his arse, because it's soon followed up by a pleasant weight on his back and soft, warm kisses down his spine.
"Can't use magic on the kid, either."
"How about on Ted?"
Remus laughs into Sirius's hair and works the knots from his shoulders out with deft, clever fingers, knots that have formed out of tension because for two weeks, their house has been filled with the racket of-
"I WANT A HIPPOPOTAMUS FOR CHRISTMAS!!! ONLY A HIPPOPOTAMUS WILL DOOOO!"
"Good morning, Hazza," Remus greets mildly as Harry's wild magic breaks through their locked door and he comes barreling in. For someone with incredibly sharp hearing, Remus doesn't seem to mind the racket as much as Sirius does.
"Don't wanna doll, no dinky tinker toy! I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy!"
"Annoy," Sirius corrects grumpily into the pillow.
"Hippopotamus aren't very friendly, Haz," Remus reminds Harry far too patiently. Sirius has to remind himself that they've made a vow to never use magic as a disciplinary or controlling method on Harry except in the most life threatening of situations, but Godric, would a silencing charm go a long way...
"Mo-...Moony says a hippo would eat me up but then, teacher says a hippo is a vegetarian!!"
Remus shakes with laughter above him, and how he can find this funny is beyond Sirius. It's literally been two weeks since they picked Harry up from Andi's, and this song, sung off-key at full volume (James's sprog to his very vocal chords), has greeted them morning, noon, and night. It haunts Sirius's dreams and he SWEARS Remus was fucking him to the beat of it last last night, not that the bastard would ever admit to it.
He ought to return the favor, get something stuck in Remus's head, but Sirius doesn't get the chance because Remus has abandoned him, scooped their six-year-old godson up in his arms, and is feeding him facts about hippos that can only be feeding his obsession.
Sirius sits up with a sigh and drags an old photograph out of the bedside drawer. James and Lily, heavily pregnant with Harry, wave at him excitedly from within the frame. "He wants a hippo. An actual hippo," Sirius complains, tracing the swell of Lily's belly with his fingertip. "Guess that's an improvement from wanting you two back..."
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