Multi-Fandom

Barty: What am I getting out of it?

Evan: A chance to feel my ass.

“Sirius?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think I like Evans anymore.”

“Shit mate, took you long enough.”

“Heh. Yeah.”

…

“Sirius?”

“Yeah, Prongs?”

“I might like boys. Also. Like as well as girls.”

“Join the club, Prongs. Just stay the fuck away from Moony.”

“Noted.”

…

“Sirius?”

“Yeah, mate?”

“What if I like a particular bloke?”

“…it’s not me, is it? Because Moony would probably kill you.”

“No.”

….

“Sirius?”

“Yes, Prongs?”

“It’s your brother.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Yeah, I was just fucking with you before.”

“Right.”

…

“Sirius?”

“Yes Prongs?”

“That’s…it’s okay?”

“Yes, James. I’d rather it be you than anyone else, to be honest.”

“Alright.”

…

“Sirius?”

“Go the fuck to sleep, Prongs. We’ll come up with a plan to woo him tomorrow.”

“Alright.”

….

“James?”

“What’s up, Padfoot?”

“Take care of him, alright?”

Clint: *points to Natasha*

Natasha:

Natasha:

Natasha:

Natasha:

Natasha: *sighs*

Natasha, with no emotion whatsoever: Hot damn.

Imagine how happy Arthur and Molly Weasley were when word reached them that Voldemort had been destroyed. Their children were now safe and could grow up in a world without any threats. Molly would no longer have to keep one eye on the family clock when Arthur was out on Order missions. Arthur no longer needed to worry about Bill or where he was, because he was away for his first year at Hogwarts; his first year away from home. They no longer needed to dread the dark world that their newborn daughter would’ve had to grow up in.

Imagine the terrible looks on Arthur and Molly Weasley’s faces when young Remus Lupin showed up on their doorstep; they could tell that he had been crying. Molly cried in horror when she learned what was lost in order for the darkness to be destroyed. Arthur sat back in his chair, remembering that one time that James Potter saved his life on an Order mission. Arthur and Molly looked at each other, suddenly realizing that James and Lily Potter’s son of one year old was now left orphaned, with no one to look after him.

Imagine the hope on Molly Weasley’s face, ten years later, when her sons stumble across a lonely boy at King’s Cross Station, looking for a way into platform 9 3/4. Imagine the smile that spread across Arthur Weasley’s face when a young boy with jet-black hair sat at his kitchen table, eating breakfast with his family.