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why do we as a fandom not explore the angst of Gideon, Fabian and Molly more?
#Also the boys weren’t twins just brothers 👯#gideon prewett#fabian prewett#molly prewett#the marauders#dead gay wizards
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Not disputing you ofc but do you remember the exact line about ron looking like bill perchance? I would love it for referencing purposes
thank you very much for the ask, anon!
and i am afraid that you're getting a more long-winded answer than you may have been hoping for...
male weasleys are split down the middle into two camps, physically:
charlie, fred, and george are described as being short and stocky [although "short" is doing a lot of heavy lifting here, since they're all taller than harry: fred and george shrink when they take polyjuice potion to transform into him in deathly hallows].
the implication - i think - is that charlie and the twins look like molly, who is described several times as short and plump in build. ginny is also described numerous times in the books as short and is said in chapter thirty-three of order of the phoenix to resemble fred and george facially, which, since's she's described in deathly hallows as having her mother's brown eyes - which probably triggered some sort of freudian shudder in harry - means i think we can conclude that this half of the family all look their mam.
[and also that molly is a hottie herself. she often gets turned by the fandom into a fairly sexless being - even though she didn't have those seven children immaculately, did she? - with a strict, prudish vibe. and - to do some discourse for a moment - we all know that the fact that she's described as fat is the direct cause of this. but several men are canonically ready to risk it all for ginny - and it's time we all acknowledged this is because she inherited her bonafide baddie powers straight from molly.]
percy and ron - on the other hand - are, like arthur, described as being tall, thin, and gangly. bill is never explicitly said to be slender, but he is described in the fifth chapter of goblet of fire as "tall" immediately after harry has stated that charlie is short[ish] and broad - which allows us to reasonably infer that he's on the arthur-weasley-skinny-legend side of the family.
and we can also assume - since ron is never said to resemble molly, nor [to harry's great relief] ginny, facially - that his features - his long nose and blue eyes - come from his father, who is also the source of percy's short-sightedness.
and, while harry [the narrative perspective] never says that he thinks arthur is hot - because why would he? - nor percy and ron [although i think it's worth noting that he doesn't consider it ridiculous that both of them manage to pull - and it's never suggested that penelope clearwater and lavender brown aren't cuties] it's actually possible to justify the idea that they are canonically fit using more than pure hot air...
[harry does - obviously - think bill's a babe. he sees fleur checking him out and immediately thinks... same.]
because a very striking narrative choice that the series makes is the idea that all pureblood nuclear family units look identical to each other - which serves as a visual metaphor for the importance of blood-status and lineage within the wizarding world. this is why narcissa malfoy is as pale and blonde as lucius and draco [even though bellatrix and andromeda are dark haired] and why molly is a redhead even though red hair and freckles are stated in the text to be weasley - rather than prewett - traits. harry's resemblance to his pureblood father eases his passage through wizarding society. voldemort's lack of resemblance to his pureblood mother does the opposite.
the weasleys and the malfoys are narrative mirrors within the series - with the fact that ron and draco are both so near-identical to arthur and lucius as to be immediately identifiable as each man's son by anyone who meets them part of this mirroring. it makes sense, then, that since the non-ron weasley children don't have a specific malfoy mirror, the same general principle applies, and the three weasley brothers who are built like arthur also strongly resemble him facially - and that bill also has a long nose [and a long something else, i'll wager!] and a cracking pair of baby blues.
or that if bill is hot, arthur is hot - and therefore if arthur is hot, ron is hot.
[where bill outpaces his brothers, i fear, is that he clearly has rizz - whereas ron's seduction skills are famously weak before he gets his hands on a copy of twelve fail-safe ways to charm witches - i.e. when he cockblocks harry spectacularly by beefing with cho unprovoked about the quidditch team she supports, which always sends me - and percy is... percy.]
[if ron had simply played it cool he could have finessed going to the ball with fleur, and i'll die on that hill...]
#asks answered#ron weasley#hot ron defence league#also I'm sorry but arthur and molly *fuck* and you're all deluding yourselves if you think they don't#harry - on the other hand - is canonically mid#ginny takes the fleur view - i am good-looking enough for both of us#one of the reasons you have to back romione is that she's too clever to risk fumbling him
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American Pie
Warnings: Harry Potter series spoilers, character death, violence, cursing, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Harry Potter x aunt reader
Request: Hello I was wondering if you could do a part 2 of the potter twins . Like where y/n gets hold of Harry and sends him off and stuff and seeing him grow up and he can like rely on you ? And like your a cool aunt and everyone loves you ? You don’t have to but sorry for bothering you
Request by: @bellboy2107
*not my gif*
Summary: Since your brother was now gone, Harry was the only person that mattered to you
A/N: Welcome to book place’s one year event!!; This is a part 2 for Potter Twins
Inspired by: American Pie by Don McLean
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
Long long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
Slowly, your eyes opened and tried to adjust to the light streaming through the windows directly at you, as if on purpose to wake you up.
Stifling a groan, you sat upright and dropped your head into your hands, not wanting to face the day. Not another one. You didn’t know how much longer you could do it without your brother by your side. And it had only been a month.
The singular thought keeping you going was the thought that one day you would be able to get Harry back, your last link to James and your only surviving family member.
It had been a struggle tracking him down, it was as if he had disappeared off the face of the earth. But you weren’t yet ready to give up.
You had meant it, you would find the boy. Even if it was the last thing you ever did.
And I knew if I had my chance, that I could make those people dance
Picking up the Daily Prophet, you shoveled a spoonful of eggs into your mouth and began reading.
The news had long since slowed down, and tried to move on from the war by talking about it. As if that would erase it from everyone else’s memory. As if it never happened.
It was quite boring, the new players for a quidditch team, some Ministry of Magic mishap with the muggle thing called hand sanitizer mixed with a hair growing potion.
But then you got to the last page.
The reporters finally got a full list of everybody that passed on during the war. Names on random spots of the page jumped at your eyes in sharp, dangerous pangs.
James Potter. Lily Potter. Marlene McKinnon. Fabian Prewett. Gideon Prewett-
You harshly pushed away from the table, not paying any mind to the high pitched scraping sound it made against the floor, and your breathing picked up.
You couldn’t do this, you couldn’t be here, not without them. Not without them. Not without them. Not without-
Harry.
You needed to find Harry. He was the only thing that would keep you grounded. And if you didn’t find him soon, you don’t know what you would do. What you would live to regret.
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
After finishing buttoning up your cloak, you let out a sigh, slowly letting your eyes drift to the dresser in the corner of the room, the one that held a picture on its surface.
In it, you were jumping on James’s back making funny faces, stuck in a timeless loop of happiness.
What the camera hadn’t picked up on was Mia and Fleamonts smiling faces behind the flash, capturing the moment for all of eternity.
It was one of the only photos you could stomach to keep on display.
But February made me shiver
Finally. You had finally done it.
Frozen, you stood before the plain brown door with unseeing eyes and a mile-a-minute mind.
Harry James Potter was sitting just beyond this door.
You had finally been able to track him down with mountains of spells and potions that had taken months to go through. You had a first gone to Dumbledore, hoping he would give you any indication as to where your nephew was, but he offered you nothing, claiming it was safer that way. You had proceeded to storm out of the room, slamming the door harsh enough to shake the walls behind you.
The wind rushed against your skin like a swarm of needles, and you shuddered a little, officially breaking out of your thoughts and you raised your fist to knock on the door.
With every paper I'd deliver
You couldn’t believe your own eyes, not as you stared down at one year old Harry in your arms, staring up at you with wide eyes and an even wider, gummy smile.
You hadn’t wasted another second after standing on the Dursleys doorstep to storm in wand ablaze and demand you take your nephew.
The cowards didn’t even put up a fight as they let you take him, but you wouldn’t complain- you were able to get in and out without any trouble.
Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step
“Auny Y/n! Auny Y/n!” Young Harry babbled, making grabby motions with his chubby hands up at you from his crib.
You smiled softly, reaching your arm out and allowing his tiny fingers to wrap around your much larger ones.
The second a knock sounded through your home, your entire body stiffened and your hand automatically went to the wand you kept in your pocket at all times.
Turning on your heel, you left your giggling nephew behind as you slowly crept towards the front door, unsure of what was awaiting you on the other end.
Tentatively, you peered through the small window near the door and let out a sigh of relief, stance automatically relaxing as you opened it to reveal the headmaster of Hogwarts. Though you were still angry with him for not revealing Harry’s location, at least it was him and not anyone else.
“What do you want, Albus?” You asked, long since having stopped using teacher-student formalities.
He looked up at you with sad eyes, “I-“
Harry let out a particularly loud babble behind you, and your body once again stiffened.
What if he tried to take Harry away from you? What if you couldn’t stop him? What if-
“First of all,” His tone softened, “How is young Harry doing?”
You eyed the man skeptically, “He’s doing fine,”
He chuckled lightly, “I assure you, I’m not here to take him away, Miss. Potter.” His words made you calm down once more, “But I am afraid I come bearing bad news.”
It was like someone was playing with an on and off switch with your emotions, allowing you to think everything was okay before flipping the switch teasingly.
“I understand that you haven’t always been the closest with Sirius Black,”
Your eyebrows furrowed, “No,” You admitted, “Not like James is-was, but he’s still my friend.” You cleared your throat slightly at the small error you made.
“I’m afraid Mr. Black has been sent to Azkaban for the murder of Peter Pettigrew.”
You didn’t know if it was possible to have your heart torn into any more pieces than it already had been. But if it was possible, then that’s exactly what happened to you in that moment.
Though you and Sirius hadn’t in fact been very close, you had been there for him when he moved into your house that one summer after things got really bad with his parents. The two of you could always joke around in a class together and be comfortable around each other.
You never could have pictured him killing one of his best friends- even though you barely knew the other boy. From what you saw though, Peter was a sweet and gentle kid that would do anything for his friends. Just like how Sirius used to bed
“I shall leave you alone once more,” Albus declared softly, “And Miss. Potter?” He called after a silent moment. “I truly am sorry for everything.”
You slammed the door in his face.
I can’t remember if I cried, when I read about his widowed bride
For the first time in weeks, you picked up the Daily Prophet after being able to put Harry down for his first nap in a while, that boy was as stubborn as his father.
You casually flipped through the pages, skimming over the sections that went on about quidditch matches finally starting up again after the war. What you hadn’t expected to see, was the grinning faces of your brother and sister in law on the last page.
Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes went wide when you realized that it was a tribute to the two of them from some of their friends from their time in Hogwarts. Some kids that knew them well enough to be friendly, but not enough to have any right to print a long section in the paper about how impactful their lives were.
It felt as though your lungs were closing in on themselves as you stared down with watered eyes at the words. You thought you had gotten over it. You thought you would be able to move on.
But seeing the page-long writing about them pushed you over the edge and you dropped the paper as you collapsed to the ground with a sob.
You reached a hand up to cover your mouth so you wouldn’t wake Harry, who was sleeping soundly in the other room over.
Apparently you weren’t quiet enough though, because Harry’s cries soon joined yours, alerting you of his newly awoken form.
Quickly, you reached up and harshly wiped your tears away. You wouldn’t let your own grief get in the way of taking care of Harry. You were going to do everything in your power to look after the boy to the best of your ability.
“Hey, Harry,” You smiled softly as you entered the room, bending down and scooping him into your arms, “It’s alright, it’s alright. I’m here now.”
But something touched me deep inside, the day the music died
“Auntie! Auntie!” Harry cheered, tripping over his own feet as he stumbled into the room, “Look! Look!”
You raised your head with an amused twinkle in your eyes as you moved your gaze to meet his, “What is it?”
Grinning wildly, he took a large eveleope from behind his back and presented it to you, “It’s my Hogwarts acceptance letter!”
Pride and happiness swelled and whirrled around in your chest and you broke out into a grin that was similar to his, “Oh, good job, Harry!” You cried, wrapping your nephew into a tight hug that he excitedly returned.
“Merlin, I can’t believe I’m going to Hogwarts,” Harry rambled, “I mean, after all the stories you’ve told I feel like I’ve already been there, but it’s still-“
“Harry,” You cut him off with a small laugh, pulling away and putting your hands on his shoulders, “Do you know what this means?”
He shook his head, messy hair that was much like James’s flopping back and forth, “What?” There was curiosity in his voice.
Your grin widened, “It means that we need to take a trip to Diagon Alley!”
The boy let out a cheer, jumping up and down on the balls of his feet.
With that, the two of you took the floo network and began shopping around for any and everything that he could possibly need during his year, all while memories of the past tickled the back of your mind. Of the summers before every September that you and your family would spend roaming these very streets.
As the two of you sat down at a small table with some ice cream, you couldn’t help the small, sad smile you sent Harry’s way.
“Wha’?” He asked through a mouthful of the food.
You shook your head softly, “This just reminds me of times with your father.” You admitted in a small whisper.
He smiled understandably and reached over to squeeze your hand, “It’s alright, Aunt Y/n.” He comforted, “Because you have me now.”
You gave him a teary smile and patted his hand appriciantly, “Thank you, Harry.” You reached over with your other hand and ran it through his messy locks, “I know I do.”
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
“Your grandmother always used to fuss over me and your father like this,” You mumbled, dusting imaginary lint off of Harry’s shirt, “I can't believe I’m turning into my mother.”
The boy smiled, “Getting more like an old lady every day.” He teased.
You scowled, reached up and lightly slapped him upside the head, “Watch it,” You mockingly scolded, “Or else I’ll make you live in the closet under the stairs when you get home.”
His grin widened and he reached over and wrapped his arms around your waist, “I’ll see you at Christmas.” He mumbled into your shirt.
Harshly, you blinked away tears that had begun to fill your eyes, not wanting to cry in front of your nephew over something as simple as him leaving to go to Hogwarts.
“I shouldn’t be crying, right?” You mumbled into his ear.
He pulled away with a laugh and shrugged, “I don’t mind.”
You smiled at him through your blurry vision and reached up to cup his cheek, “I want you to write all the time. Don’t hesitate to come to me if you need anything. I mean it, Harry.”
“I will.” He promised, hugging you quickly again so you could kiss the top of his head before standing back and picking up his bag, “I better go before the express leaves without me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” You cleared your throat, “Good idea.”
“I love you, Auntie!” He called before disappearing into the crowd.
“Love you too,” You whispered to the empty place he had once been standing in.
“Oh, darling.” The familiar voice of none other than Molly Weasley cooed, making her way over to where you stood and wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulder, “First year is always hard.”
You let out a watery chuckle, “I don’t know how you’ve done this so many times.” You admitted.
“It’s still hard,” She confessed, “But it started to get a bit easier over time.” She turned her head to smile at you, “I’m just glad that Ron and Harry are together.”
You hummed in agreement, glad that he was with the childhood friends that he met in nursery school, causing you and the rest of the family to grow close as well over the years. Well, after they got over the fact that he was The Harry Potter, that is.
“I’m gonna miss him,” You mumbled.
“I know, but he’s going to do so well at Hogwarts. You’re going to be so proud of him.” The woman reassured you.
You smiled at her, “Both of them are gonna make us really proud.” Bringing her son into this as well.
Molly shook her head helplessly, “It’s either that or we will be getting a letter for their expulsion in a week.”
“Fred and George made it this far.” You teased with a small snigger.
She threw her head back with a laugh, “Indeed they did.”
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
You smiled widely at the letter that sat in your hands, reading and rereading everything that Harry had to tell you about his first week at school.
About the new friends he made, the adventures he already had in Gryffindor house, and even some of the enemies he made. Though, you couldn’t fault him for hating any son of Lucius Malfoy.
What you had said to Molly was true, you were going to miss Harry. But Hogwarts would be good for him. He would be able to make memories just like you had. The good and the bad.
Not only that, but he wouldn’t have a war to worry about. He would be able to enjoy being a kid within the walls.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
“Happy Christmas!” You and Harry cheered in sync the moment you stepped through the doors of the Burrow, piles of presents in your arms.
“Oh, Happy Christmas!” Molly cried happily, coming around the corner and beginning to help you with everything, “Boys!” She snapped, “Come help the Potters with their things!” Before smiling kindly at the two of you once more, emitting laughs from your lips.
“Thank you, Ron.” You breathed out once he took a particularly heavy wrapped box before turning and nodding in greeting to Arthur, “Happy Christmas.”
“Happy Christmas, yourself.” The man chirped back while grinning and pulling Harry into a quick side hug before ushering the two of you into the living room where the rest of the Weasley children sat.
Quickly, they all scrambled up at the sight of the two of you and you all exchanged hugs and joyful greetings.
“Can we please do the presents now, mum?” Ginny whined, “We’ve been waiting all morning!”
Her mother looked down at her sternly, but you were quick to wrap an arm around Mollys shoulder and smile at her, “Come on, Mol, it’s Christmas!”
“Yeah! Listen to Aunt Y/n!” Fred piped up, George nodding along with his twin.
“Oh, alright,” Even Molly couldn’t hide the smile that sat upon her features as she said it though, “Pass them out, all of you.”
You looked up in surprise and slightly wide eyes when Ron shyly handed you a gift, “This is for you,” He mumbled.
“O-oh, thank you, Ron.” You said genuinely, not having expected anything at all.
As soon as you opened it, tears began to fill your eyes when you saw the contents. It was a sweater with your first initial sewn into it.
“I know I normally just do it for the kids,” Molly spoke, “But I figured you could use one too.”
You bit down on your lip slightly, running a hand gently down the soft fabric. It reminded you of when your own mother used to knit, “Thank you, Mol.” You whispered, thankful that the children were too preoccupied with their own gifts to realize what was going on.
“Oh, come now. Cheer up,” She rubbed your back comfortingly, “It’s Christmas.”
You smiled over at her, leaning your head against her shoulder, “Thank you.” You repeated.
Singing, "This'll be the day that I die"
“What the bloody hell happened?” You demanded as soon as you slammed open the doors to the Hospital Wing and stormed into the room with a cloud of rage sitting over your head.
“Ah, Miss. Potter. So nice of you to join us.” Dumbledore spoke, standing up from beside your nephew's bed, where he lay unconscious. The man spoke in such a way as if you had simply run into each other at the grocery store.
“Cut the bullshit, Albus.” You snapped with a deadly glare set on your face, “Your letter only told me that Harry was unconscious. You didn’t tell me a single thing about how he ended up unconscious.”
He sighed, cutting right to the chase, “I am afraid that Voldemort has returned.”
You froze in your steps, heart hammering mercilessly against your rib cage, “What did you just say?” As if he would change his words by your tone alone.
“This might be a conversation best had while sitting down-“ He gestured to some visitor chairs.
“I much prefer to stand.” You seethed, unable to slow your racing thoughts.
So the headmaster explained.
Voldemort. The man who slaughtered everyone you loved in the name of his pathetic war- and almost succeeded with taking Harry- was back and he went after your nephew again to try and seek revenge.
“I thought Hogwarts was safe.” It wasn’t hard to miss the way you had shifted your body so that you were standing in front of Harry’s bed, as if you alone could create a wall of protection around the boy, “This is supposed to be a place that will protect him.”
“Indeed,” Was the only answer you were offered.
You scoffed, “I hope you know that he will not be returning next year after all this.”
“Are you sure that is wise?” The older man asked with a single raised eyebrow, “It is your choice Miss. Potter, but don’t you think that it’s better for Harry to be surrounded by some of the finest witches and wizard staff who will now keep a closer eye on him?”
That made you hesitate.
“You alone can’t protect the boy from the world.” He continued.
Slowly, you turned your head to stare down at Harry, who’s steady rise and fall of his chest was the only thing indicating that he was still alive.
This will be the day that I die
“I don’t like this,” You mumbled, crossing your arms over yourself as your eyes flitted around the train station.
He sighed, “I know, Aunt Y/n, but I think Dumbledore was right, Hogwarts is the safest place for me to be.”
Finally, you met his eyes and sighed, dropping your arms to the side, “I know,” You admitted, “But that still doesn’t mean that I have to like it.”
Harry gave you his best attempt at a smile, “I know.”
“Here,” You reached forward and plucked his glasses off his face before rubbing them softly against your shirt and placing them back on the bridge of his nose once you deemed them clean enough, “Remember what I said?”
“Notify you the minute anything seems off.” He repeated the words you had drilled into his head over and over again over summer break.
“Right,” You breathed out, “Now, are you sure you still want to go-“
“Yes.” He smiled a little bit, “I’ll be fine. I have Ron and Hermione.”
You huffed a bit, “I know that, but-“
“Auntie.” He spoke sternly, “You don’t need to worry, it’ll be fine.”
You were silent for a moment, before you put your hands up in surrender, “Okay, okay, alright.”
“I’ll be fine.”
Did you write the Book of Love?
“This is the second time,” You ranted angrily, pacing up and down Dumbledore's office, “This is the second time in two years that Harry was put into immediate danger in this school.”
Albus sighed, eyes following you back and forth, “I assure you, it was never my intention to put him in any harms way-“
“I never said it was.” You rounded on him, “But it still seemed to happen under your watch.”
He pursed his lips together, “That is very true.”
You reached up and ran a hand through your hair in frustration, “What am I supposed to do now? You claim that Hogwarts is still the safest place for him, but he was attacked in this building twice.”
“I assure you, Miss. Potter, necessary precautions will be taken to ensure the safety of him and all of the other children.”
You glared at him, “I was told something like that last time. But then Harry was still attacked by a basilisk.”
It was silent for a moment before he spoke up again, “I didn’t tell you this before because I didn’t want to further worry you nor Harry, but there is a possibility that Voldemort is still out there.”
You sucked in a sharp breath at his words, “But you said after last year-“
“I know what I said,” He agreed, “But there is a large chance that I was wrong.”
Your eyes snapped over to meet his, “Having him here is better than having him outside of here if he decides to come for him again.” You whispered quietly.
Albus nodded, “My thoughts exactly.”
Slowly, you nodded and turned to leave, but paused with your hand on the doorknob, “Let’s not tell Harry yet. Just in case it’s not true.”
“You have my word.”
With that, you exited the office, softly shutting the door behind you.
And do you have faith in God above?
“Remus,” You froze, breathing out the name almost as if you didn’t believe that you were saying it.
“Y/n,” He was in a similar state to yours, staring at you with wide eyes, neither one of you paying any mind to the commotion of the platform going on around you.
The two of you hadn’t talked since that day you shoved him away while grieving for James. Sure, he tried to reach out from time to time, but ultimately decided that space was what you had needed the best.
You swallowed, “What- what are you doing here.”
“I’m going to be the new defense against the dark arts professor.” He informed you while clearing his throat, “It’s good to see you.” He added after a moment.
You shook away your shock and decided upon smiling kindly at the man, “You too, Remus, you too.”
“Is…” He trailed off, seeming to try and find the right words.
“Harry just got onto the train with some friends.” You informed him, knowing exactly what he was going to ask.
“Third year?” You nodded your head and he let a small breath loose, “It feels like we were just his age.”
Your smile turned sad, “We might as well have been.”
The train whistled and both of you turned to look at it.
“I should go.” He spoke, giving you one of his famously kind smiles.
Your face turned serious, “Listen, Remus. I know that I’m in no place to be asking for favors, but-“
“Of course I’ll watch over Harry.” He said softly, “And not just for James. For you too.” He looked you in the eyes to show his sincerity.
“Thank you.”
He shook his head, beginning to walk backwards towards the train, “There’s no need to thank me.”
It felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest because even though you hadn’t spoken to the man in years, you knew that he was one of the only people alive that you would trust with not just yours, but Harry’s life as well.
If the Bible tells you so
You gripped the Daily Prophet tightly, eyes scanning over the same line again and again. The one that read that Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban.
The very man that had not only betrayed Lily and James, but had also killed Peter right afterwards. And now he was loose and running amok in Merlin knows where.
As long as he stayed far away from Harry, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Even after all he did. It was best not to dwell on the man who had taken everything from you, it would only consume your entire being.
Do you believe in rock 'n' roll?
You crept up the creaking stairs of the Shrieking Shack after receiving a vague letter from Remus that you had no reason not to wholeheartedly believe.
He would never under any circumstances lie about Sirius Black not being the traitor that you all thought him to be. That Peter was really it and he was still alive. You knew you could believe it because James and Lily’s deaths are nothing to joke about, and Remus more than anyone knew that. So that’s why you had snuck into Hogwarts and were meeting him here.
As soon as you reached the top of the stairs, your eyes locked onto Harry, Ron, and Hermione, all cowering in a corner of a top room and you rushed to their sides. Immediately, you reached out to cup Harry and Ron’s cheeks as your eyes scanned over Hermione for any sign of injury.
“Are you guys alright?” You asked worriedly.
Without a word your nephew guestered shakily to a figure behind you, and you whipped around to face what he was so scared of.
Remus standing beside none other than Sirius Black.
Though he was dirty and had changed so, so much from the last time you had seen one another, you didn’t hesitate to spring forward and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a hug.
True, you had never been as close to him as your brother had. But you still spent most of your summers with him and he had once been someone you could consider a friend. And you didn’t have many of those now adays.
“What are you doing?” Ron shrieked in horror before either you or the man could get a word in to one another after pulling away, “He’s trying to kill us.”
“No, he is not, Mr. Weasley.” Remus explained patiently, “But I am afraid that there is another being in this room that is.”
“A-Auntie?” Harry asked shakily, “What’s going on?”
Before you could respond, a rat you hadn’t even noticed leapt forward and transformed into a man midair. A man you knew to be Peter Pettigrew.
The sight of him alone made you see red. Every bit of pain, grief, and despair that you had felt within the last thirteen years all coming to crash down on you at once because it was all due to him. He was the reason James was dead.
Ignoring Sirius’s hand that flew out to stop you, you stormed over and grabbed Peters collar with so much power that the large man was left stumbling, and pulled out your wand, jabbing it painfully into his neck.
“You dirty little rat.” You seethed, “How dare you,” You took a deep breath and repeated the question, shouting it at the top of your lungs this time. You missed the way the three children flinched at the suddenness of it.
You sensed the two men coming to stand at your sides.
“I’m going to kill you for what you did.” There was no threat behind your words, it was only a clear statement.
Gently, Remus guided your hand down, “He’ll pay for what he did.” He whispered the promise in your ear, “By sending him to Azkaban.”
You didn’t reply, just pushed your wand into his neck harder, making him whimper pathetically.
“Harry doesn’t need you going to prison too.” Sirius muttered from beside you, and those words finally made you pause.
You glanced over to where he stood, being held back from springing forward to help you by his friends, and you finally, reluctantly released your death grip on Peter.
As soon as you let go though, you reeled your fist back and sent it flying forward until you heard a satisfying crunch and a scream of pain from the traitor.
Without a look back, you allowed Remus and Sirius to grab either arm and begin to drag the struggling man out and you went to the trio that was still in the corner.
“Are you all alright?” You repeated your earlier question.
“Was that him? The man that turned my parents in?” Were Harry’s only words.
Ron and Hermione silently exchanged glances before slipping out of the room to give the two of you some space.
Biting down on your lip, you nodded your head and immediately wrapped your arms around the boys shaking form, “Yeah, yeah it was.”
“Did you almost kill him?” His words were slightly muffled through where he was resting his head against your shirt.
“Yes,” You didn’t even try to lie to him, “And I would have if I wasn’t reminded that you still needed me out here, not needing me to be thrown into Azkaban.”
He looked up at you with tear filled eyes, “But that’s where he’s going?”
You sighed and nodded, “Yeah, yeah. That’s where he’s going.”
Can music save your mortal soul?
“I miss James.” Sirius spoke up after a comfortable silence had been sitting over the two of you for many moments.
You hummed, glancing at the man from the corner of your eye, “Yeah, I do too.” You said quietly.
You both sat a little bit away from the group, staring up at Hogwarts, so beautiful and lit up at night.
Neither of you spoke for another minute before you blurted out, “I’m sorry.”
He turned to you with furrowed eyebrows, “What for?”
“I didn’t at first…” You spoke hesitantly, “But I guess over time I began to believe that you really had betrayed them.” You shook your head roughly with a scoff, “There was just not other explanation and I couldn’t let myself live like that anymore. Going it over again and again in my head without end to try and figure out what really happened-“
“Hey,” He cut you off by placing a hand on your shoulder, “It’s alright, Y/n. I get it, I promise you, I do.”
“It’s still not fair to you.” You whispered.
“Maybe not,” He agreed, “But at least now we both can rest knowing that we put away the man that really betrayed them.”
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
You let curiosity take over and you blindly let your feet begin to walk by themselves towards the kitchen, where music appeared to be floating from.
Pausing at the entrance, you took in the sight before you. Harry was gently bobbing his head up and down to the music that played out of an old music player that sat on the counter as he made cookies a few feet away.
“This was your father’s favorite song,” You made your presence known with a small voice.
He startled, eyes whipping up to you frantically before relaxing when he realized it was just you, “Really?” He asked.
You nodded, “He would drive me and mum crazy by blasting it in his room with Sirius. They would sing at the top of their lungs to see who would get yelled at first between the two of them. It was always James though.” A fond smile played at the ends of your lips.
“Sirius didn’t tell me he liked this song.” He said, resuming his previous activities.
“Eh,” You waved it off, “There’s too many memories we have with your father to keep them all straight.”
He laughed lightly at that, “Wanna help with the cookies?”
You smiled and went to stand beside him, listening to your brother’s favorite song.
Well I know that you're in love with him
“Aunt Y/n?” Harry called hesitantly, shuffling into your room.
“What’s up?” You asked, looking up from your book with a raised eyebrow.
The boy's cheeks turned red and he began stuttering, “U-uh, how- how do I tell a girl that- that I l-like her?” He looked like he was about to die from embarrassment.
Immediately, you snapped your book shut and patted the empty spot on your bed next to you for him to sit down, which he did.
“Who is it?” You asked automatically, a small smirk pulling at the ends of your lips.
Quickly, he shot out of his seat, “You know what, this was a bad idea-“
“Hey, hey, no.” You stopped smirking, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m just excited, is all. Tell me about her.”
“Her- her name is Cho,” He mumbled, eyes averted to where he was fiddling with his fingers, “And I really like her but I don’t know what to do.”
You smiled softly, wrapping your arm around the boys shoulder and pulling him down onto the bed beside you, “Just tell her how you feel.” You told him, “That’s the best thing you can do. No big gestures or confusing signals, just the honest truth.”
“What if she doesn’t like me back?” He looked up at you as he softly spoke the question.
You squeezed his shoulders lightly, “Then she’s an idiot.” You reassured him.
He laid there for a moment, taking in your words before nodding along slightly, “Thank you,” He mumbled.
You playfully poked his side, “Look at my little boy growing up.” You teased.
Harry scoffed a bit, cheeks tinting red again as he tried to push your hands away, “Shut up.” He protested weakly.
“Hey,” You pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead, “Let me know how it goes. Okay, bud?”
He nodded, standing up and quickly scurrying out of the room to be saved from any further embarrassment.
'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
“The Triwizard Tournament?” You burst out, leaning back in your chair and running a hand through your hair, “What kind of bullshit is that?”
Harry grimaced, “I kinda don’t have a choice in it, Aunt Y/n.”
You rubbed two hands down your face before looking down at your nephew through the floo network, “I know, but why does it always have to be you?”
“Because I'm special?” He weakly joked.
A scoff escaped your lips, “Yeah, that’s special alright… Just- just promise me that you’re gonna be careful.”
“Of course I will,” He reassured you before shaking his head and laughing to himself, “I feel like this is the only conversation we ever have.”
“That,” You glared pointedly at him, “Is because of your father. The two of you always seem to attract trouble, whether you want to or not.”
You both kicked off your shoes
“He-he was killed right-right in front of me-“ Harry sobbed into your arms as you gently rocked him back and forth, tears of your own sitting in your eyes.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” You kept mumbling over and over again into his hair, where you had buried your face.
He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve any of the shit that happened to him or anything that he was forced to live through. And of course, the Triwizard Tournament just had to be added to that list, and Voldemort was really back this time.
“Cedric is gone,” He choked out, hands gripping onto your arms tightly- desperately- as if they were a lifeline for him.
“I know, I know,” You blinked and tears slipped down your face, “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
Then I dig those rhythm and blues
“We’re getting the Order back together,” Sirius informed you, leaning back in his chair with a small grin, “So I suppose I’m here to recruit you.”
You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, “Because the last Order ended so well.” You shot out sarcastically.
The man’s smile faltered, “It’ll be different this time.”
For some reason, those words only made you angrier, and you harshly pushed back your chair and stood up, pointing accusingly at him with a glare , “In what sense?” You hissed, “In the sense that I don’t have a brother to lose anymore? In the sense that it’s just another war?”
He shook his head from side to side sadly, clearly trying not to take your words to heart, “In the sense that you have Harry to think about and look after this time.”
That made you freeze, just like he knew it would, and you dropped back down into your seat, “Shit,” You cursed softly, running a hand through your hair.
“We will win this time,” He told you confidently, reaching out and squeezing your hand, “We’ll avenge James, Lily, and everyone else that we lost the first time around.”
Hesitantly, you began nodding, “Fine, I’m in.”
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
“What the hell were you thinking?” You shouted over the chaos, eyes panickingly sweeping over Harry for any sign of pain, your hands tightly gripping his shoulders.
All around you, Order members and Death Eaters shot curses at one another with no sign of slowing.
“I- I thought he had you and Sirius,” The boy quickly explained, “I couldn’t reach either of you and it was driving me crazy, I couldn’t just sit by and do nothing.”
“Why would Voldemort have brought us to the Ministry?” You hissed at his idiocy before sighing heavily and stepping back slightly, “Okay, okay, I would’ve done the same. I’m sorry for getting mad.”
Tears began to fill his eyes, “I’m sorry for coming here.”
“Hey, hey,” You rushed to comfort him, “It’s not your fault.”
“Y/n!” Sirius called with a grunt from nearby, narrowly blocking a curse thrown his way, “I hate to break up your little Potter reunion, but I could use some help over here!”
With one last smile at Harry, you tightened your grip on your wand and took off in Sirius’s direction, the sound of footsteps behind you letting you know that he had followed you.
Quickly, you threw a stunning curse towards Sirius opponent, sending him flying back into a nearby wall.
“It’s just like old times!” Only Sirius could grin that wildly despite the circumstances.
You scoffed playfully as Harry joined the two of you, both blocking two separate curses in sync, “If this were like old times, then you’d be owing me a drink for saving you!” You teased.
For a split second, he diverted his attention away from the task at hand to smile wider at you, “Maybe I’ll get you one-“
He was cut off by a blinding flash of green being sent directly to his chest.
Both of you froze in sync and you were forced to watch with your feet glued to the ground as he looked between you and Harry with a small smile before his body was pulled into a nearby veil.
Your blood curling scream sounded through the room long before Harry’s did, and you were practically numb to the arm that Remus wrapped around both of you as you each sobbed violently.
You weren’t even able to register the way the man himself was shaking with tears, but he didn’t let up his grip on you and Harry.
How many more times did this have to happen for you to become immune? How many more people did you have to lose before you stopped shedding tears in their names?
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
With a shaky sigh, you dropped the pink carnation bouquet that you had picked out into a vase you and filled with water and let it rest on the counter, where you then let your head fall and rest upon.
“What’s with the flowers?” Harry piped up softly from behind you.
You raised your head to look at the beautiful plants slightly before signing again, “When Sirius first moved in with us, he didn’t know how he could ever thank my parents for what they had done for him. So he started doing little things to say thank you, meaningful things. One of them was picking a bundle of these types flowers that grew nearby the house and bringing them to my mother, getting her new ones every time the others died.”
He nodded in understanding, gazing at the pink leaves, “They’re beautiful.”
A hum of agreement left your lips, “My mother thought so too.”
But I knew I was out of luck
“With your bad luck, I’m surprised you three idiots made it this long.” You informed them with a small, playful scoff.
Hermione smiled a little bit, “Yeah, me too.”
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m grateful for it!” Ron squeaked, and frowned a bit as the three of you laughed.
“Auntie, we have to get on the express.” Harry said softly.
You nodded a little bit, pursing your lips, “I know.”
“We’ll be careful,” Hermione promised, and you smiled softly at her while cupping her cheek, rubbing your finger up and down subconsciously.
“Oh, come here.” You quickly pulled all three children into a tight group hug before kissing every one of them on the tops of their heads.
The day the music died
“What happened that night?” You whispered, watching as Harry’s eyes glazed over quickly and his defenses went up.
He shrugged stiffly, and though you felt guilty for asking, you needed to know what really went down at Hogwarts the night that Dumbledore was killed. You needed to know how much Harry would be affected by it and how negative that affect would be.
“Harry,” You begged with a soft whisper, “I just want to help you.”
“I know,” He admitted with a sigh, dropping his head against the back of the couch you both sat on in your living room.
Silence fell over you for a few minutes that consisted of you chewing on your bottom lip nervously before he finally spoke up again, “We need to prepare for a war.”
His words made your head snap over to him in alarm, “Don’t talk like that,”
“It’s true,” He insisted, turning his body to face you, “After everything that’s been happening, we both know it’s coming.”
You shook your head stubbornly, tears filling in your eyes, “Don’t you talk like that,” You warned through gritted teeth, “Your parents died so you would never have to live through a war like we did.”
He sighed, reaching over and wrapping his arms around you, “I know,” He whispered into your hair as you leaned your head against his chest, “But it’s true. And I’d rather fight and defend others than not and watch them die.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, “But you're just kid.”
“I know.”
“It’s not fair.”
“…I know.”
“Please reconsider this, Harry.” You turned so you were staring up at him with wide eyes, “I know that I’m not your parent, but please, don’t go through with this. This isn’t what they would want for you.”
“Would they prefer I stand by and do nothing?” You fell silent, “They fought in the first war, and if they were still alive, they would fight in this one in a heartbeat… you know I’m right.”
You dropped your head in defeat, because you did know that he was right.
“Then I’m fighting with you,” You sat up.
He was quick to shake his head, “I don’t want you getting hurt-“
“You forget that I’m the adult here, Harry.” You reminded him sternly, “And if I can’t stop you from doing this, then you can’t stop me either.”
Slowly, he nodded, “Okay… okay… We’ll do this together.”
I started singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie
You gripped your wand tightly as your eyes scanned the forest back and forth, you quickly glanced behind you at the sound of leaves crunching.
“Under different circumstances,” You spoke as Harry sat beside you, “This place would be beautiful.”
He hummed in agreement, looking around as well.
The tent that Ron and Hermoine were in rested a few yards back, where they hopefully were sleeping off the craziness of the day.
“Your mother would kill me if she knew I wasn’t sending you to school this year,” You laughed softly at your own words.
Harry chuckled beside you, kicking at the ground a little bit when his smile faded, “I wish I didn’t have to drag you all into this.” His face was twisted up with guilt.
“Hey,” You grabbed onto his hand and shook it slightly, “This was our choice, we all knew what we were getting into. But we all love you, so it’s gonna be worth it.”
“What if one of us doesn’t make it?” He wondered out loud, voice barely above a whisper.
All at once, your body stiffened, “Don’t talk like that.”
“It’s true though!” He cried, “What if Ron, Hermione, or-or y-you die because I dragged you into this?”
“And what if we hadn’t come along?” You rounded on him, “What then? Would it have been you that died?” You asked furiously, “I would die in a heartbeat to keep you safe- all of you.”
He paled at your words, looking slightly nauseated, “You can’t die.” He whispered.
“Then we’re going to drop this discussion.” You determined, “And neither of us are going to think about it again. Got it?”
He nodded numbly and you sighed, “Come ‘ere,” You muttered, wrapping your arm around him.
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
The snow fell gently across the town that you had once viewed as beautiful. That is, until your brother and sister in law moved into a certain quaint house and your entire life was flipped upside down.
You swallowed harshly, fighting with every bone in your body not to turn around and sprint in the other direction with every step forward that you took.
Hermione and Ron had gone off to a small coffee shop, muttering about giving you and Harry some space.
The boy had his arm tightly locked around yours and he seemed to be struggling just as much as you were, both of you with your feet frozen right in front of the cemetery.
“I haven’t visited this place,” You admitted with a guilty whisper, “Not once. I didn’t even show up to the funeral. I couldn’t.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Harry asked you hesitantly, eyeing you sideways.
You forced a tight smile on your face and gave him one nod of confirmation, “It’s about time I said goodbye for real.” Before adding, “Both of us.”
With that, arm in arm, you slowly made your way past the gravestones until you came upon two side by side with the names of Lily and James Potter printed across them.
You inhaled sharply at the sight of it, blinking away tears, knowing that they would freeze instantly on your face if you let them loose.
Slowly, Harry took out his wand and muttered a small spell that Hermione no doubt taught him, and a bundle of pink carnations appeared on each of their graves.
A watery laugh left your lips at his actions, causing a small smile to pull at the ends of his own lips, “They’re beautiful, Harry.”
He rested his head against the top of yours and you each silently said your own goodbyes to the ones that you lost.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
“Look! They’re here! They’re here!” Students all around you cheered, and you couldn’t help but feel a slight spark of happiness at the looks of hope and joy on their faces.
When you and the children had returned to Hogwarts to finish what had been started, you hadn’t expected all of these students to begin cheering your names as they finally got their first sign of hope in seemingly months.
As your eyes scanned through the sea of kids, you knew that you couldn’t let them down. They had all lost so much, being forced to go through what you and your peers had back then in some ways, and you would be damned if you let them suffer any longer.
Glancing over at Harry, you knew instantly that he had the same thoughts.
Singing, "This'll be the day that I die"
“No!” You screamed so loud that it felt like your throat was ripping, but you could barely feel it over the pain in your heart, “No! No! No!”
Molly let out a sob, quickly wrapping her arms around you to stop you from running forward towards the Death Eaters at the sight of Harry’s limp body in Hagrid’s arms.
“Harry Potter is dead!” Voldemort announced with a malicious grin, thoroughly enjoying watching as your entire world came crashing down right on top of you, suffocating your lungs.
It felt as though he held your heart in his disgusting hands and was squeezing it in an agonizingly painful way.
Arthur had to make his way over and wrap an arm around you as well, your sheer strength from anger and denial making it impossibly difficult for Molly to hold you alone.
You couldn’t even hear the rest of what The Dark Lord had to say over your hopeless, despair-filled cry’s that raked through your entire body violently.
Harry was the only thing that had kept you going after all these years, after what happened. And with him being gone now, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to go on. Not without him.
Then, without warning, Harry’s body rolled out of Hagrid's hold and he jumped up, locking eyes with you briefly before picking up his wand and pointing it at Voldemort.
You gasped, a large amount of air filling into your lungs for the first time since thinking he was dead, to much in a state of shock to even register the chaos that erupted all around you as everyone sprang into action, firing spell after spell at the opposing side.
When you finally snapped out of it though, you sprang forward and fired a deadly curse towards Voldemort, years of rage and heart brokenness behind it for everyone and everything you lost at his hand.
He barely even glanced at you as he deflected it and sent a light of green straight into your chest.
This will be the day that I die
It was over. The only war was finally over. And for the first time in weeks, Harry felt himself smile as he desperately looked around for you. Despite all the two of you had gone through, at least you would be able to enjoy the new world- one rid of Voldemort- together. A world that was finally safe.
His eyebrows furrowed and he paused in his steps when he caught sight of Hermione, Ron, Molly, and Arthur all standing in a circle in the middle of a hallway, every one of them crying.
He moved forward to see what was the matter, “What is it? What’s wrong-“
Harry cut himself short and he felt all the air get knocked out of his lungs, sending him falling to his knees, “A-auntie?” He stuttered out, mouth running dry as he looked down at your limp form on the ground.
Your lips were parted slightly and your eyes were wide open, staring unseeingly at a nearby pile of rubble.
Everyone’s heads snapped over to him and Molly fell down beside him, wrapping her arms around the boy, “Oh, Harry-“
He immediately shrugged off her hands, instead frowning slightly and beginning to shake your shoulders, “Auntie? Aunt Y/n, wake up.”
All anyone could do was just stand there and watch silently with tears streaming down their faces.
“No,” He choked out when you didn’t stir, “No, wake up. Please, please wake up,” He begged through sobs, “We’re free, we’re finally free. Wake up!”
Nobody left his side, not for a single second of the hour he sat there, screaming- pleading- begging- you to wake up until his throat was raw and scratchy and he fell backwards on his heels.
“All she ever wanted was what was best for me.” The boy whispered, “That's all she ever wanted.”
“Then let’s give her that,” Molly spoke softly, hugging him again, “Honor her by living your life to the fullest. She wanted your happiness more than anything in this world.”
Harry looked down at you once more, the woman that had taken him in on her own free will in order to honor her brother and lost friends. The woman who raised him and taught him everything he knew. The woman who gave him everything. The woman who sacrificed herself so that he could keep living his life.
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MC: Raegan DesRosiers
Basics
Full name: Raegan Caítríona DesRosiers
Nickname: Rae, Rae Rae, Reggie (don’t call her that she’ll hex you)
Gender: female
Species: witch
Date of birth: November 27, 1874
Nationality: French and Irish
Blood status: half blood
Wand: blackthorn, dragon heartstring, 11 3/4 in, rigid
Appearance
Hair color: dark ginger
Hair style: often worn pulled back in a loose braid or bun, though she starts wearing it down w/ her natural messy waves in sixth year
Eye color: amber
Skin tone: fair
Height: 5’5” (and some change)
Body type: curvy and toned from Quidditch/dueling
Clothing style: dark and warm colors (black, red, brown), likes heavy fabrics such as wool, velvet, and leather, prefers to dress casual in battle-ready clothes but also enjoys dressing up
Accessories:
likes to use her wand to keep her hair up
often wears dragon hide gloves
ring made of goblin metal (given to her in sixth year)
Other distinguishing features:
two old scars through her left eyebrow (no memory of getting them)
longer scar over the same eye (cut by a sword during the final repository battle)
LOTS of freckles
Personality
Traits: confident, hotheaded, proud, rebellious, domineering, persuasive, flirtatious
Likes: summer, history, flying, parties, freedom, traveling, independence
Dislikes: authority, swimming/the rain, silence, wet blankets, seafood
Hobbies: dueling, Quidditch, historical research, dancing, weapon-making
Fears: drowning, being forgotten/insignificant, losing control
MBTI: ESTP-T
Enneagram: 8w7 (873) sx/sp
Zodiac: Sagittarius sun, scorpio moon, leo rising
Temperament: choleric
Archetype: The Rebel
Similar characters: Aelin Galthynius, Ginny Weasley, Damon Salvatore, Bellamy Blake, Jude Duarte, Faith Lehane
Family/Friends
Father: Marcel DesRosiers
Muggle
French diplomat
Left when Raegan was eight
Massive preening asshole who despises magic
Mother: Kassady DesRosiers (Fallon)
Pureblood witch
Dragonologist
Killed when Raegan was 15 (a victim of Jack the Ripper)
Gryffindor alumnus
Sibling: Ronan Sharp (half-brother/twin in utero)
Parents are Kassady DesRosiers and Aesop Sharp
Two months older (born Sept. 21)
Hufflepuff
Pet: Soleil
Phoenix (found in the mountain cave)
Fiercely loyal; as all phoenixes are, known to show up at odd times (whether she’s in trouble or just to harass his mom)
Friends: Diana Blackwine (childhood best friend), Sebastian Sallow, Natsai Onai, Garreth Weasley, Ominis Gaunt, Leander Prewett, Imelda Reyes (frenemies)
Magic
Boggart: her father…until her guilt over the loss of Professor Fig leads him to be her new one
Patronus: tigress
Polyjuice: turns amber and tastes like honey mead
Amortentia: cinnamon, clove, smoke, and sandalwood
Special abilities:
Ancient magic
Dark Arts (wielded “when necessary” which is really just…whenever her instincts say)
Pyromancy - Raegan is an Igneus; a species of witch that is immune to and can conjure fire at will, the trait being passed through her mother’s bloodline
Backstory
Born in Avignon, France, Raegan had a turbulent childhood. While her mother was loving and kind, she often had to travel for her work - as did Raegan’s father, meaning she was often with only one parent for extended periods of time or had to be watched by one of her paternal aunts. When he was around, Marcel was not an affectionate man…in fact, he was often physically and verbally abusive to his wife right in front of Raegan and extended the treatment to her as she got older.
Eventually he discovered that Kassady had had an affair and conceived a son with another man. This coupled with his disdain for witchcraft led him to abandon his wife and daughter. So, the two moved back to Kassady’s hometown of Galway, Ireland.
However, times were tough. Her mother’s career as a dragonologist was no longer lucrative enough in the troubling times, and so they again relocated to London.
It was there that Kassady met a tragic, sudden end at the hands of an unidentified serial killer (who many suspected was actually a wizard). A newly orphaned Raegan, upon hearing the news, burned her house to the ground and wound up killing the officer who reported it accidentally.
The emotion was enough to unlock the ancient magic that had been hidden away inside of her, and just days after her mother’s funeral she received her Hogwarts letter. She now lives with her best friend (Diana)’s aunt in Scotland.
Academics
Best subject: DADA
Favorite subject: Flying and History of Magic
Favorite teacher: Hecat and Sharp
Worst subject: Herbology
Least favorite subject: Herbology and Divination
Least favorite teacher: Binns
Quidditch: Chaser (sixth year) and Quidditch Captain in seventh
As a student:
Rarely late, but she does miss (more than) a few classes in her fifth year
Detention record reads more like a rap sheet
Infamous but still respected; dedicated and intelligent
Future
Career: Auror
Though Raegan notoriously resists authority and despises the incompetence of the Ministry, she sees working for them as an opportunity to change things. Being in on the more secretive matters going on behind the scenes of the Wizarding World (and the chance to deal with them under the protection of their influence) doesn’t hurt, either.
They likely would have fired her on her first day for her insubordination, but they can’t deny the fact that she quickly becomes one of the best they have. Really, it’s a case of mutual loathing maintained through an advantageous truce.
Eventually, she does leave of her own accord, and takes up studying ancient history and magical weapon making.
Spouse: Sebastian Sallow (m. 1898)
(thanks @rypnami for motivating me by association to finally post this months old draft 🤠)
#hogwarts legacy#harry potter#hogwarts legacy screenshots#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy oc#oc#sebastian sallow#raegan desrosiers
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You Stopped By My House, The Night You Escaped
"James."
"Son."
"Jim, wake up."
James startled awake to the sound of rain pounding against his window. Squinting, he reached for his glasses atop his bedside table, peering for the source of disturbance.
His father stood in his doorway, door halfway open, holding a lantern in one hand. The bright light streamed into James's room, making the boy wince.
"Dad?" he said blankly, too exhausted to even question why his father was rousing him awake at this hour. It had to be past midnight- he knew because he had gone to sleep at 12, after scribbling a hasty letter to Remus about the upcoming full moon, assuring and promising his attendance.
Mr. Potter looked unusually grim. "You should come down."
It was the tone of his voice that woke James up properly. Mr. Potter was not often serious and solemn; the last time he took on this tone, it was at the funeral of his parents- James's grandparents.
James climbed out of bed and followed his father out, grabbing a cloak hanging from his chair as he did. He wrapped it around himself, shivering at the cold night air as he accompanied his father downstairs. It was summer break, but the nights were still unfairly frigid. If he were at Hogwarts, he would've been able to cast some sort of Heating Charm, but his parents were strict about following the Ministry's underage magic law. Unfairly so; he could name 10 other pureblood children off the top his head who performed underage magic at home (and were never caught).
His father led him to the parlor room; his mother greeted them at the doorway. "He's frazzled, poor thing, do be gentle," she whispered to James, who merely looked back at her, puzzled. Was there a visitor in their manor? But who would come at such an ungodly hour, and why would James need to be awake to greet them?
In front of the warm hearth, a boy sat on the couch, back turned, wrapped in a cloak. He was shivering, his long hair dripping wet. Upon hearing James's footsteps, however, he rose slowly and turned.
James almost did a double take.
"Sirius?"
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It was no secret that Sirius hated his family. He had made it abundantly clear in the 5 years James had known him. He mocked them at any given chance, never failing to make a spiteful comment about his mother or loudly declare a scornful remark within his brother's presence. He made it his life's mission to everything possible to embarrass and dishonor them: he took Muggle Studies in 3rd year (purely to spite his mother), did his very best to associate with nearly every single muggle-born, half-blood, and blood traitor, and had even bought a poster of a bunch of Muggle girls in bikinis to attach it to his bedroom wall with a Permanent Sticking Charm. He took pleasure in pissing off his relatives, to say the least.
Yet despite his bluster and bravado, Sirius didn't like to talk about his home life. The closest James had ever gotten him to open up was just a few months ago, during Easter break. They'd stolen firewhiskey from Slughorn's chambers (though it was common knowledge McGonagall had better quality, the boys hadn't dared to steal from her- they weren't that stupid) and had fled to the Forbidden Forest, where they laid on the ground and drank beneath the stars.
It had been the first time James had tasted the alcohol. It had trickled down his throat, and he had gasped, not expecting it to burn so painfully. He'd heard stories, sure (the Prewett twins told plenty) but the experience itself was different. He had hardly a sip before he had doubled over, coughing furiously. Sirius had laughed, tipping his head back for a sip of his own; then he, too, began to choke.
It took them a few minutes to calm down. Like the idiots they were, they laughed it off, then immediately made plans to steal more, as soon as possible. As the hour passed and their bottles were slowly drained, the conversation shifted to other topics: Peeves's latest prank, their upcoming detention with Flitwick, the new song released by Celestina Warbeck, who'd recently become very popular.
Then, summer break.
"Got any plans?" James asked, turning his head to look at his best friend properly. He took a moment to admire the dark, silky strands of Sirius's hair, and resisted the urge to reach out and touch it. "Other than pissing off your parents, I mean."
He expected Sirius to snort, or give a mock-offended gasp. But instead, a shadow passed over his face; his brows dipped into a scowl.
"Bloody pricks," he said venomously, and took a swig of his firewhiskey. "Their stupid-ass blood purist beliefs are a load of bullshit."
James arched his eyebrows. Sirius's tone did not have the usual cheeky quality. It was darker, grimmer. Which, quite frankly, scared him.
"Only 2 more years, mate," he said in his airiest, unconcerned voice possible. "Then you'll be out and about, away from that load of rubbish."
Sirius's face darkened further. "2 more years..." he said bitterly. "Might as well run away."
James had froze then, wondering what exactly he should say. Sirius did not like pity, or fake soothings- but he sat up anyway, peering down. "Sirius," he said in a- well- serious voice. He hoped he didn't sound as frightened as he felt. "You know- if there's something going on- my house would always- I mean, my parents would-"
"Shut up, James," Sirius said brusquely. He also sat up; his long curtain of hair covered his face, so James couldn't read his expression. "It's fine."
"I-"
"It's fine." Sirius gave him a sideways look- and James backed down. If it had been anyone else, he would've pestered endlessly, maybe even tried to insert his authority- but Sirius always somehow knew just how to humble him. It was a frustrating skill of his.
"Okay," he said quietly. And that was that.
They hadn't talked about it since; in fact, they'd waken up the next morning extremely hungover (Remus and Peter had been very pissed that they'd been left out in their nighttime excursion) and up until now, James assumed Sirius had forgotten about the conversation entirely.
But as he stood there, taking in his best friend's dripping form and pained face, he saw the memory reflected in Sirius's eyes.
"You ran away," James said- not a question, but a statement.
Sirius said nothing; he simply looked at James, some sort of plea written across his face. But James, for the first time, couldn't decipher its meaning.
"I.." He glanced at his parents, who were standing in the doorway, watching. It occurred to him this was the first time they were meeting Sirius. "Mum, Dad...this is Sirius."
Mr. Potter's unsmiling expression didn't change. "We know, dear," said Mrs. Potter gently.
James looked back at Sirius, who seemed to finally muster the ability to speak. "Your parents said I could stay the night, and we'd decide what to do in the morning," he said. His voice was hoarse, from disuse most likely. James's heart gave a pang.
"Of course," he found himself saying. He reached forward and snaked an arm around Sirius's shoulders; this, at least was familiar. He pulled the boy close, relishing in his presence. A part of him- a very shameful part- was glad that even under these circumstances, he could finally see Sirius again. "C'mon, you can kip in my room."
At his mother's nod, he led Sirius upstairs, not once letting his grip slacken. Once they entered his bedroom and he closed the door shut, Sirius's shoulders began to shake. Wordlessly, he detached himself from James's embrace and turned away.
James reached for him again, pulling him in for a hug. Emotions weren't really their thing; touchy-feely conversations were rare, and the one time he'd seen Sirius truly upset was the night Regulus was Sorted into Slytherin. But he tried his best anyway. "I'm sorry," he murmured, right into Sirius's ear. The other boy gave a slight shudder. "This bloody sucks...I didn't- I wasn't expecting you to actually.." Merlin, he was terrible at this. "I'm glad you came," he finished, rather lamely. "I..I've been lonely, without you." There was a strange sense of shyness in this admission.
Sirius said nothing. He just clenched his jaw, glowering at the floor- was anger a defense mechanism of his, James wondered? But his features were softer than before, and his shoulders had stilled.
"Me too," he said at last. He exhaled slowly. "Suppose we ought to sleep then?" His tone was light; a little too light.
"Yeah," James said. He let go, feeling awkward now. Why had he made things so mushy with a hug? It was stupid. Sirius's coolness made it clear it was uncalled for. "Yeah, you can sleep with me, in my bed. It'll be like Hogwarts, sleeping nearby each other."
Sirius snorted. "If it's anything like Hogwarts, I won't be able to get an ounce of sleep with your bloody snoring."
"My snoring!" James repeated indignantly. "You're one to talk!"
Sirius shoved him. "Whatever, Prongs. Just keep to your side and try not to be obnoxiously loud. I need my beauty sleep to look as good as I do."
"As good as you do," James mocked as they climbed into the bed. "Who're we comparing you to, huh? Snivellus?"
Sirius gave a ghastly shudder, then sent him a look of disgust. "Don't mention that arse right now. I don't need a reminder of him- he makes even Bertha Jenkins look hot."
James sniggered, slouching into his pillows. He set aside his glasses on his bedside table, then turned towards Sirius, laying on his side. "'Night, Padfoot."
Sirius's smile was visible, even in the dark. It was watery and cracked, but still a smile. "'Night, Prongs. Sleep tight."
"Don't let the wolves bite."
"Oh yeah, I'd bet Moony'd want a load of this."
"Yeah, only to make me jealous."
"Damn really? Suppose I ought to snag Wormy then. He'll set Moony's priorities straight."
"Don't think that's straight at all, mate, but okay."
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idk should i do a part 2? kinda undecided lol
i love prongsfoot SO MUCH so this is just a fic that's been sitting in my drafts for a while...thought i'd post and see who else is just as obsessed with them lol
also no fucking idea what tumblr did to my title
#prongsfoot#james x sirius#starbucks#bambibelle#prongsfoot microfic#prongsfoot fic#james fleamont potter#sirius black#harry potter#hp#hp fandom#marauders era#marauders fandom
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I have just discovered the horrible fact that Fabian and Gideon Prewett are not twins
Fabian's about a year and half older I think
but their not twins, thier brothers that's what the book says
maybe this should just be ignored too
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@wolfstarmicrofic November 25th - Sleepover
featuring Remus as the casanova we all know him to be.
Remus, althought introverted, hadn't been exactly secluded during his adolescence.
That's okay, though – it was water under the bridge. He was now on his third year of university, and there was no one to judge him on his dating history present in his day-to-day life anymore. No one knew, nor they had to.
Except.
Except there is people who do know. People from his past – or, rather, people from his hometown.
Remus hadn't considered that when bringing his boyfriend home for the holidays.
Sirius Black – his current boyfriend – is absolutely perfect. He is everything, all at once. Remus had never quite felt about any of the others as he does Sirius.
Not only is he absolutely gorgeous – most definitely the hottest person Remus has ever been with (and that's a long list) – he is also the most caring, free-spirited, autentic and fucking incredible person too. Sirius Black is the whole package.
And, very likely, he is it for Remus.
Since getting with him almost a year ago, Remus can't really see himself with anyone else ever again – and that's saying a lot for him. They fit together like they were made for the other, and it is fucking fantastic being with him.
So that's precisely the reason why Remus, for the very first time, is bringing someone home.
And that would've been perfect too, considering Sirius got along perfectly with both his parents ever since they had arrived a couple days ago.
Except there was a snowstorm that had locked everyone inside the supermarket on Christmas Eve, and every single person Remus had ever known had decided to do their shopping at the exact same time as him.
And now Remus and Sirius are stuck in a supermarket, for God knows how long, with at least half dozen of Remus' past relationships present, and Remus can't think of a worse scenario.
The first one that approached him is one of the better ones – James Potter. He had been Remus first boyfriend, and the one that ended more amicably of them all.
They were even somewhat friends, still. So it definitely could have been worse.
James introduced himself to Sirius as Remus' old friend, which wasn't a lie, and the three of them had been making small talk for about half an hour – James and Sirius had immediately hit it off – when the second ex appeared.
Taking into account the way James started profusely giggling and eyeing Remus, Sirius watching them with curious eyes, Remus was sure it would be bad.
And he was correct.
Fabian Prewett.
That one was one of the last ones before Remus moved to Uni, and it had been an absolute shitshow.
Why, you ask? Well, that would be because Fabian had been madly in love with him while Remus had thought they were absolutely casual, which resulted in Fabian quite literally burning the pieces of clothing Remus had left at his house.
Oh, and he hooked up with his twin brother, Gideon, afterwards too – which most definitely didn't help.
Fabian approached the three of them with a puffed chest and a harsh stare, and Remus' hand started sweating under Sirius' grip.
"Remus," he stated, staring blankly at the taller boy with a posture way too perfect to look natural, "You're back."
"Only for the holidays," Remus cleaned his throat harshly, trying to show his uncomfort.
Fabian ignored him, turning to look at Sirius by his side, who still held Remus hand, "And who's this?"
Remus answers for him, "He's my boyfriend, Sirius," he turns to look at his beautiful boyfriend, immediately calming his nerves, "Sirius, that's Fabian."
"Is that the petty one, with the clothes?" Sirius whispered loudly enough for Fabian to hear, leaning way closer to Remus ear than necessary – because Sirius liked provoking (which is yet another thing that makes Remus crazy about him).
Fabian widened his eyes, clenched his teeth, turned right on his heels and left – without saying a single word. Remus was suddenly glad he had at least briefed Sirius on his exes, even though the conversation had been so awkward it was painful.
James giggled loudly behind his hand.
Sirius rolled his eyes dramatically, pecked Remus lips possessively, and then countinued talking as if it hadn't happened.
Remus wanted to run away and hide, but there was nowhere to fucking go, so he moved on too.
The next instance happened around the time the supermarket would originally close if it weren't for all the people locked inside it.
It was considerably less bad, but definitely more awkward.
This time, they came in a pair.
Remus' ex from 11th grade, which he dated a solid month, and Remus' other ex directly after Fabian, that lasted around two weeks, approached the three of them together.
Emmeline Vance and Benjy Fenwick.
"Remus, oh my god how long has it been since I last saw you!" Emmaline greeted him excitedly, hugging his side. Benjy – the one that lasted longer – simply nodded from behind her back.
James was giggling again, and Remus faintly heard Sirius whispering to him 'Is her another one?'. And James, as discreet as the fucking Eiffel Tower, answered in full volume, "They both are."
Both Emmaline and Benjy turned to look at them, and Remus wanted to dig his grave and die.
Remus, trying to dismiss this whole situation, gently touched her shoulder to get her attention back and smiled sympathetically, "It's been a while. You look great, Em," and then, feeling awkward about ignoring Benjy, he looked behind her back and smiled at him too, "You too, Ben."
"You look great yourself!" She said amicably, smiling back and turning on her side to look at Benjy, "Did you know Ben and I are engaged?"
Remus widened his eyes, because of course he didn't know, but before he could answer – and because the universe hated him – another person was approching their group.
And if Fabian was nasty, he didn't come close to what was Lucius Malfoy.
Remus had absolutely no idea what he had in his mind when he fucking dated Lucius – for four months, no less.
They both absolutely despised one another, the sex was utter shit and they spent half the relationship with their contacts blocked on each other's phones because they were constantly in a fight.
Why Lucius was willingly approaching them, Remus had no fucking clue.
Lucius awkardly stood on the open space of the somewhat circle they were on, and James flat out laughed. Like, belly laughed.
Sirius was possessively pulling Remus' arm around his waist, Benjy and Emmaline were clearly as uncomfortable with Lucius presence as he was with theirs, and Remus was regretting all the life choices he had ever made.
James unable to stop laughing might have been the only thing that made the whole thing bearable, but only because it made the conversation end quickly because hid annoying snorts kept interrupting all of them.
Two hours later costumers were already scattered all over the ground taking naps, and the lights of the supermarket had been dimmed lower for people to sleep.
James, Sirius and Remus were seating together on the ground – Sirius seating comfortably on Remus lap, who had his back on the shelf opposite of James.
And then, as if fucking possible, another fucking ex appeared out of the blue.
Caradoc Dearborn.
He stopped dead on his feet on the hallway the moment he spotted Remus, widened his eyes, turned on his heels and walked the other way – or, rather, ran.
This time, James and Sirius both got into a fit of laughter that lasted way longer than it should, and Remus couldn't help but feel simultaneously relieved and offended that Caradoc didn't stop by.
They hadn't even ended badly – in fact, Remus wasn't even sure they had actually dated. It lasted, like, four days tops, so it couldn't have been that bad, could it?
And directly after this, Mary Macdonald spotted him all the way over the next aisle, running their way and hugging him excitedly over Sirius' body still in his lap.
Mary was probably the only good relationship Remus had on his last year of secondary, and it showed. They were still friends, probably even closer than him and James, and Mary was one of the few aware of Sirius' existance before this instance.
She wasn't exactly invited to stay, but she did so anyways, throwing herself on the ground beside James and talking way too animatedly for one in the morning.
Remus couldn't even complain, because Mary was a treat. And it helped that Sirius immediately liked her.
A couple hours later, James was snoring loudly on the left side of the aisle, Mary was watching a show on her phone screen by his side, and Remus and Sirius were full on cuddling in front of them – Sirius fast asleep.
Remus was drifting in and out of consciousness, and he couldn't help but let his mind wonder.
There he was, laying down on a cold floor of the local supermarket of his hometown, the love of his life under his arms, two of his exes not one meter away from him, and a bunch of other ones scattered all around the very same building he was, snowstorm keeping everyone inside.
Remus Lupin was having a fucking sleepover with his exes and his lover – and if that wasn't a metaphor for his life, he doesn't know what is.
#wolfstar microfic#wolfstar oneshot#wolfstar#wolfstar fanfic#wolfstar fic#remus x sirius#remus lupin x sirius black#sirius black x remus lupin#sirius x remus#remus john lupin#remus lupin#remus#moony#moony lupin#sirius orion black#sirius black#sirius#padfoot#remus lupin is a casanova#remus lupin's exes#sleepover#fic prompt#short prompt#james potter#remus x james#remus lupin x james potter#remus lupin x fabian prewett#remus lupin x benjy fenwick#remus lupin x emmaline vance#remus lupin x caradoc dearbon
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Amelia Bones Headcannons
Pureblood
Lesbian
Her Patronus was a Dove
Her boggart was being disowned
Younger sister to Jamie Bones
Twin sister (older by 7 minutes) to Edgar Bones
The Bones family was a very traditional and well-respected family to be in
Despite this, Amelia’s grandfather on her dad's side was an alcoholic and was a terrible and neglectful father. Because of this, Amelia’s father was determined to be the exact opposite of his dad and was very strict and wanted great things from his own children. Amelia and her brothers got the same treatment from their mother who wanted to prove her own mother wrong when she disapproved of their relationship. Both of Amelia’s parents were set on having well-respected and successful children as if having anything else would mean that they failed. As you can imagine this put a lot of fucking pressure on each of the silings
Amelia got on well with her family anyway. She grew up being taught that family meant everything and she loved her brothers more than anyone. She knew why her parents were the way they were and had a lot of sympathy for them
She grew up in a wizarding town in Ireland, in the same town The Mckinnons lived. Amelia (who always wanted a sister) grew close with the McKinnon sisters, her favourite being Olivia
Amelia was a skilled figure skater. She started lessons when she was four and continued the sport until her death
When Amelia joined Hogwarts with Edgar they were both sorted into Hufflepuff where they met Gideon and Fabian Prewett
Amelia, Edgar, Gideon and Fabian all became really close friends
Her other friends were Benjy Fenwick, Caradoc Dearborn and Pandora Lovegood
She and Benjy dated for a week while they were in their second year
Amelia realised she was a lesbian in her fourth year when she discovered her crush on Pandora
Over time her crush didn't go away and by their seventh year Amelia was head over heels in love but refused to say anything because she didn't want it to be true
Amelia knew that if she told her parents that she was gay they would disown her because of how homophobic they were
She came out to Edgar in their seventh year
THE MOST MIRRORBALL TO EVER MIRRORBALL
She became a prefect and Head Girl while at Hogwarts
After graduating from Hogwarts Amelia started an internship at the Ministry of Magic as she had plans to become Minister of Magic one day
Amelia had no interest in joining the Order and wished that Edgar, Fabian and Gideon didn't but understood why they did
During this time Amelia’s parents were trying to get her to marry Gaspard Shingleton, someone who Amelia had gone to school with and who she knew had a crush on her. Amelia, however was a lesbian and still in love with Pandora so she rejected him at every turn
Because of her connection to the Order, she would try to help out as much as she could but refused to do anything that could get her into trouble
Edgar was killed in early October 1981 and Amelia lost half of her soul with him
After Emmeline is told she goes to the Bones house to check on Amelia. When she gets there Amelia (who is very upset and angry) lashed out on her and told Emmeline that it's her fault that Edgar died because if she didn't break up with him then Edgar would've never slept with Elizabeth and he wouldn't have died
(Really Amelia knows that it's unfair to blame Emmeline when she's grieving just as much but she just lost her twin brother so cut her some slack)
During Edgars funeral Amelia came out to Jamie
When the war ended Amelia continued working at the Ministry
In 1984 she was the maid of honour for Pandora and Xenophilius Malfoy’s wedding
While there she also apologised to Emmeline
#the marauders#harry potter#the marauders era#amelia bones#edgar bones#pandora lovegood#emmeline vance#fabian prewett#gideon prewett#benjy fenwick#caradoc dearborn
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I know we use 'James is the brother I never had' in Black Brothers' angst but my brain won't shut up about someone being Regulus' 'Big brother that was there' and I just NEED someone okay?!(my brain won't shut up)
I saw people do this with Barty/Evan and make them protective as shit but for me it doesn't work😭 I NEED SOMEONE OLDER LIKE AN ACTUAL OLDER 'BROTHER'
sooo if someone has recommendations for a cannon (or not) characters that would fit the role(pls make it angstier as possible) plss suggest some(I AM IN NEED OF NEW REGULUS DYNAMIC OKAY?!)
In my made up stories(In my head)
I usually use The Prewett Twins(Cuz him looking up to the prankster enemy of his actual brother is funny to me😭) or Frank Longbottom (when he's still at Hogwarts just because the added angst of Barty(his bestfriend) making Frank like that in cannon) but If any of have suggestions I will gladly accept (also pls don't suggest Lucius like I get the sentiment but I just for no reason doesn't like it, I have an ick with it)
#Like don't get me wrong I love the Slytherin Skittles or Emerald Five#But I get bored of the dynamics sometimes and crave new ones#IDK I JUST NEED THIS#PLS I'M BEGGING YOU GUYS#hp marauders#regulus black#regulus headcanon#jegulus#james potter#harry potter#marauders#sirus black#evan rosier#hp#dorcas meadowes#pandora#pandora lovegood#sirius and regulus#sirius orion black#remus lupin#frank longbottom#gideon prewett#fabian prewett#regulus x james#james x regulus#bartylus#starchaser#sunseeker#black brothers
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If you are still taking dialogue request, maybe James with twin sister reader, like how she is in the “10 Things I Hate About You” series (but before she’s dating Sirius) and she gets hurt really bad during a Quidditch match as the seeker, maybe during a bad storm, and James being the dramatic and protective older brother he is freaking out while trying to take care of her? Thank you and I truly love your work!
yeees for protective!Jamie 🥺 and thank you so much for liking my work, love 😊
"Nobody touch her!" James said as he made way for Fabian and Gideon as they carried you into the Hospital Wing.
"James-"
"Don't talk! You're hurt-"
"I think I just broke my arm-"
"You're not a Healer, you don't know that!" he yelled.
"Prongs, I don't think that-" Sirius started.
"Shut up!"
"Mr. Potter! What is all this yelling?" Madam Pomfrey said, approaching all of you.
"My sister is hurt!"
"She's hurt because you made us practice in a bloody storm-!"
"Sirius, knock it off!" you told him.
"Hey, I'm actually defending you for once. How 'bout a bloody thank you, Potter?"
"You were the one that bumped into me!"
"I couldn't even see where I was going-!"
"Enough!" Madam Pomfrey yelled. "Mr. Prewetts, place Miss Potter over here, please" she instructed the two boys and they carried you to the nearest bed. "Now, if no one else is hurt, I'm going to have to ask you to leave" she said, calmly. Most of the boys left. Except for your brother and, surprisingly Sirius. And it wasn't long before Remus and Peter joined. "Alright, dear, you should be fine by the morning" Madam Pomfrey said after she finished fixing you up. "You'll just have to stay the night, just in case, alright?"
"Thanks, Madam Pomfrey" you smiled, trying not to show as much pain as you were actually in. You had a broken arm, three broken ribs, bruises all over your body, and your head was killing you. "See, Jamie, I'm fine" you smiled at your brother.
"You are not fine!" James said, grabbing Remus' bag.
"What are you doing-?"
"I asked Remus to bring your things" he said, getting your books, your favorite deserts, your pillow, and a stuffed animal out.
"You could have left this in my dorm" you said grabbing the stuffed animal and putting him away.
"Aw, that's lovely, Potter" Sirius mocked you.
"Shut up, Black!" you glared at him. "Jamie, I'm fine. You should go get changed, both of you" you said, looking at Sirius. "You're both soaked, you'll catch a cold if you don't-"
"No! I'm not going anywhere!" James snapped.
"Jamie" you said, grabbing his hand. "This wasn't your fault" you told him.
"But-"
"This. Wasn't. Your. Fault." you repeated.
"B-but you're hurt" he said, sadly. "A-and I made you practice in the rain and-"
"And I'm fine. Just a couple of broken bones" you smiled. "Nothing that hasn't happened before with you as my brother" you said, and James smiled but just barely. "I'll be fine, Jamie" you assured him.
"You guys can go and get changed" Remus said. "We'll keep her company until you get back" he told James.
"Yeah, Remus also brought those board games you like" Peter told you.
"You guys are spoiling me" you laughed before looking at James again. "Go."
"Alright" he said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "I love you, you know that, right?"
"Of course, I do" you said. "I love you too!"
Once James left, Peter started setting up one of the board games they had brought and Remus went to get you a cup of tea. And you turned to look at Sirius, who hadn't moved.
"May I help you, Black?"
"Uh, you sure you're okay? That was a nasty fall-"
"Aw. Were you worriefd about me or something?" you smirked, making Sirius roll his eyes.
"Shut up, Potter" he chuckled. "I'm just... glad you didn't die, I guess" he muttered, looking away.
"Charming" you smiled and he sighed before he started walking out.
"Well, you're clearly fine so-"
"Hey, Black?" you called and he turned to look at you. "Thanks... for sort of... catching me" you told him.
"You're welcome, Potter" he smiled.
#marauders#marauders imagine#james potter#sirius black#james potter imagine#sirius black imagine#james potter x sister!reader#sirius black x reader#james potter dialogue#sirius black dialoue
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The first order of the phoenix — taken during the first wizarding war (1970-1981)
Most of them were children, brave, ah yes, but still children.
Marlene Mckinnon -Milly Alcock- was one of the bravest, when she witnessed her whole family's death, she went mad. Killing death eaters while using forbidden spells, the Order wanted to get her out when she sacrificed herself by protecting a pregnant Lily Evans. Her last words were for James, her best friend, Dorcas, her soulmate, and Lily, her dear friend: Fuck you're all ugly criers.
Frank and Alice Longbottom -Andrew Garfield and Carey Mulligan- were pure souls, kind and loyal. Their loyalty cursed them to not meet their only son: Neville. Everything for the Order. Everyone that was there that night, on one or the other side still hears their screams at night. The walls and portraits suffer their pain, and howl at night, for the Lovers of the Order.
Benjy Fenwick -Suraj Sharma- was a witted man, funny, patient, and optimistic. The Hufflepuff was its perfect definition. On his last day, he was so scared and alone. Shivering, but still with his wand out, he always trusted his dear friends, that they could save him. The poor boy was blinded by his trust. One against six, it was doomed from the start. He did not leave, he did not escape. A scared little boy, imploded into pieces.
Edgar Bones -Edvin Ryding- never failed to impress the other members of the Order. His innovative way of thinking gave them many advantages in the war and made them win many battles. The Order was lucky to have him. Edgar was unlucky to fight alongside the Order. His whole family got wiped out, and they began this bloody massacre with him getting killed on a dark street, between trash cans, muggles drinking their problems away, and prostitutes trying to have clients that winter. He became, nothing.
Caradoc Dearborn's -Daniel Kaluuya- strength was such an advantage to the Order, both physical and magical. He also had the gift of lying pretty well and had been on multiple missions to discover weaknesses from Voldemort's side. The mole of the Order, he was called. He had seen, he had to do horrible things to message back and help the Order. After that picture, he announced his last mission. Two months later he came back with useful information, scarred to life. He'd prefer vanishing and disappearing, being called dead than stop working for the Order. He was no traitor. But he couldn't do it anymore, he was tired, so tired...
Gideon and Fabian Prewett -Nick Gehlfuss- are now most well-known to be the younger brothers of the famous Molly Weasley. Before that, they were great warriors. Because yes, they were warriors. They took down many Death Eaters, even in death, Gideon with his last breath took one with him. Fabian was alone and taken back to an unknown location where he was tortured to have information. He never gave in and starved to death, already half gone by his wounds, a few days later. Twins, separated. Ah, history does repeat itself.
Dorcas Meadowes' -Alexandra Park- surname in Hogwarts was the Nosebreaker. She was wild, that one. She and Marlene were the chaotic duo that needed to be tamed, but that worked so well together. She saw so much pain and death, and Marlene's death was the last straw. She couldn't take it anymore. Marlene's madness overtook Dorcas. She did not become mad, she went utterly psychotic and killed everyone in her way, absorbing all the pain and the hardship she contained for years. Voldemort feared her so much he wanted to see her dead himself. He killed her and watched her corpse for two long hours, waiting to be certain of her death. The Nosebreaker became the Death Eaters' Menace.
Those children fought a war that wasn't theirs, knowing the consequences; dealing with the consequences. They suffered loss and misery and pain like no one else. They were children fighting adults' war, while those were behind desks, manipulating the fresh meat to fight for them. Never alongside them. They died, almost every one of them. And each one hoped for one thing, as they took their last breath, that this war would end with them, that their children wouldn't suffer like they did for so long.
#harry potter#harry potter fandom#harry potter universe#marauders#marauders era#james potter#first wizarding war#marlene mckinnon#benjy fenwick#edgar bones#fabian prewett#gideon prewett#dorcas meadowes#frank longbottom#alice longbottom#caradoc dearborn#harry potter edit#harry potter gif#milly alcock#alexandra park#andrew garfield#carey mulligan#suraj sharma#edvin ryding#daniel kaluuya#nick gehlfuss#non rp related#**my edit
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Percy Weasley Headcanon
Oh boy. I literally just made this account to post this.
Percy is a fervent rule follower. Throughout the series, from what little bits of Percy we see, it is clear he values rules at an esteemed level.
What if this is because when he was younger (Before Voldemort was defeated), he was taught that rules were to keep you safe and if you didn't follow them, you and everyone you love would die.
As we know, Molly Weasley (née Prewett) had two twin brothers, Gideon and Fabian Prewett, who died fighting deatheaters in the First Wizarding war.
Molly taught Percy to follow the rules of the house so that he (and Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, and Ron) would be safe from deatheaters.
Rule #1: Don't answer the door.
Rule #2: Don't wander out of the garden.
Rule #3: Keep Fred, George, and Ron out of trouble.
Rule #4: If you hear fighting, run and hide. Don't be found.
These rules, as well as the danger that came with breaking them, were drilled so far into Percy's head, that even in his later life, he is very fanatical stickler for rules.
#percy weasley#weasley siblings#headcanon#sad thoughts#molly weasley#weasley family#rules#percy weasley headcanon
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hello, tags ! we are a hybrid tumblr / discord semi-appless canon and original character roleplay group set in a modern day alternate universe in the wizarding world ! we have a lovely group of very dedicated players, and we would love to welcome some new members into our aurelius family !
below the cut, you'll find our most wanted characters ( but feel free to join with whoever you're drawn to, we will happily welcome you with open arms! )
fleur delacour (we have gabrielle! who is emily alyn lind fc, feel free to use any suitable fc for her sister)
younger twin potter brothers! (we have harry (maxence danet-fauvel fc), the middle child scarlet (ella purnell fc) and oli potter who is our youngest and is a twin, so we’d love his twin to come in!!! fc is felix mallard)
percy weasley (we have fred & george (josha stradowski fcs), ron (cameron monaghan fc), and ginny (abigail cowen fc), we’d love a percy! suggested fcs: harris dickinson, nick robinson, joe alwyn, louis hofmann, george mackay, callum turner, any suitable fc!)
dennis creevey (we have colin, fc must be suitable to be brothers with henrik holm fc)
parvati patil (we have padma!!! must be simone ashley fc)
dean thomas (we have harry, ron, seamus, and almost neville — we’d love to complete our gryffindorm squad!)
children of gideon or fabian prewett (we have most of the weasley kids so we’d love to bring in some cousins for them!)
child (or children) of remus lupin (we have children of james, peter and, remus, and we’d love more marauder squad children!!!)
child of regulus black (this would be very fun and spicy, esp since we are also looking for a child of sirius, so they’d be cousins!)
borgin child (we have a burke, now we need a borgin! see more info here)
astoria greengrass
daphne greengrass
theodore nott
millicent bulstrode
marcus flint
rolf scamander
cho chang (change/alter name if taking)
#hp rp#harry potter rp#rp#fandom rp#oc rp#rpg#hp rpg#harry potter rpg#hp roleplay#hprp#au hp rp#hprpg#established rp
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So I have a DP x HP idea,
Danny and Draco twins AU
So like when Narcissa was first pregnant they go see a doctor who says "Congratulation, they're twins !!!" Narcissa and Lucius freak out. There is a curse in the Malfoy blood, of every pairs of twins one will be a squib.
And it's not like they won't love thwir children even if they're a squib because they good parents (not good people) but with the political climat...
Will she is still pregnant they start to chearch for good people to take care of Danny and take him back later (Lucius know about the prophecy and now bet on it for his child).
At birth they use a banned blood rtual to see wich child is a wizard.
Draco is the wizard and Deneb is not.
Cue Danny get taken by the Fenton who have alredy adopted a little girl from Englend.
One year after the Dark lord is defeted and the Malfoy are overjoyed, even is their little boy won't have a perfect lives in the wizarding world at least he will be with them.
So they go in Amity Parck but then they learn something that change everything ;
Danny is a creature
The spell on the Malfoy lineage has let a hidden bloodline on the black side take over Danny D.N.A, so in the end they leave Danny with the Fenton but come back to see him every summer.
They leav him because it's even more dangerous for a creature born from wizard in the wizarding englend that for a squib
Everythin goes like in the serie and the book, only in HP book 5 the order that the Malfoy yearly trip to the US hide something. Cue someone his send in Amtiy Park, of course the Death eater discover it and sent someone too.
Because of that Danny get kidnapped to the UK by the order and he hates them for that.
Some more information :
- Amity park is a city with so much magical people that every muggles that live here know about magic
- When first created Amity park has a big magical immigration in and with time and now it's a magical majority
- Tucker is a were-lion
- Sam is a muggle
- Wes is a seer and psychic
- Draco with the big muggle that Danny was he becomes a some sort of goth
- Even if he his still sh*t at school it's only a cover to protect his brother
- Jazz is the daughter of Fabian Prewett, when her father died her mother has given for adoption
- Jack Fenton is a squib and Maddie a muggle
Addition : forgot but I took the name Deneb for Danny from the fanfiction Stars Aligned by Marsalias
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Prewett twins hc bc I need more of them
-identical twins (i know in cannon they’re brothers but it’s better this way)
-Fabian’s older by seven minuets
-Gideon was the more serious of the two, but they’re energies bounced off each other well
-Identical but never had to play it up, Gideon’s hair was longer, Fabian always wore a million bracelets, small things that made them different
-still completed sentences and had mental conversations ( magical twins)
-Absolute menaces to ‘Little Mol-Molls’
Gryphindors(they tried to take death eaters in a 5v2 ofc they’re gryphindors)
-Gideon was gay, Fabian straight, they constantly teased one another about it
-about once a year for three years in a row they would get into a real fight around Easter , this was so predictable they faked having it for two years after on easter
-called each other ‘gid’ and “fay’
-Bill and Percy’s favorite uncle was Gideon, Charlie’s was Fabian, the rest don’t remember the two of them
-Menaces at Hogwarts as well, but only did large scale pranks
-the reason magic carpets are banned in magical Brittan (never proven guilty)
-Pranks included: making everyone wake up in different beds in different house dormitories, stealing the house points hourglass, sending 100 letters to professor mcgonagall from the owlery at breakfast (banned for the rest of the term), making Flitwicks toupee dance, anti-gravity spells in corridors, hosting toboggan races down the moving stairs, inter-house after dark quidditch games that sadly didn’t nt carry over as there were a lot more racists in new generations, taking aging potion and sitting at the staff table, replacing Binns and HoM teacher (lesson was excellent 10/10), trying to enchant the sorting hat to put kids in house prewett and turn their hair ginger, ACTUALLY SUCCEEDED AND ARTHER NEVER DID MANAGE TO GET HIS HAIR BACK TO BROWN, replacing owls in owlery with tropical birds trained to deliver letters (only went wrong when a staff member who’s owl was already out tried to use one), making Molly’s birthday a school-wide event, spiking the pumpkin juice with various harmless potions for fun, switching quidditch robe colors while players were playing to sow confusion, once banned from quidditch stealing the cup, charming the oldest crustiest brooms to look like their owners and stitching them out, stealing every single chair in the entire building and the sequel, stealing every table in the castle, enchanting cockatrice to play marching band, chanting the lyrics of the schools song, ‘general mischief ’,
-best friends with Zerioch Zonko
-played chaser (rip the third guy)
-Gid had a dragon tattoo among others on his arm,
-Fabian would let his nephews draw on him
-Died minutes apart, clutching each other
-Fabian died first, Gideon felt it and followed seven minutes later
-‘worst seven minutes of my life’
-watched over all their nephews and placed bets on their houses
-befriended James and the like in heaven
-fully supportive of their twin nephews
-the first people Fred saw when he got off the train in heaven
-fox patronus, coyote animagus forms (only learned how to transform after death)
-tried to look after their dead nephew but it was hard some days
-Greeted their little sister when she finally passed
#harry potter fandom#Weasley family#prewett twins#fabian prewett#gideon prewett#mauraders generation#Prewett family#harry potter headcanon
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