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we're not kids anymore.
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that one scene in order of the phoenix where Sirius has his arm around Remus
bonus hug doodle
Soooooo, this is another of my headcanons: Iâve imagined that there was a full moon  in the very first week of school of Remus. So heâs just disappeared after the Sorting Ceremony.  Once the full Moon passed, he finally was able to attend his classes and this is the first time he met and spoke â properlyâ with Sirius! - - - -â¨it took me really A LOT to finish it!Iâm so overwhelmed with work that I couldnât work on it constantly! sigh!
so cutee
Speaking of James Potter why did they make him look like that
Cause theyâre building up to this this Ultimate dude who plays sports is popular loves pranks basically your Chad ⢠but you look at the movies and heâs like
Listen all Iâm saying is dude on the left is getting bullied by the dude on the right and I have questions
Snape: You look just like your father
Harry: You take that back right now I-
Oh how could I forget Lucius Malfoy
Young Lucius Malfoy kinda looks like
Fanon:
Canon:
Cedric didnât die for this slander
Iâm literlly dying this post is killing me help
that fanon vs canon post killed me
How I would describe these three canon couples just drawing their sleeping position.
Romione, Drastoria and Hinny.
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The Family Rejects
casual reminder I am obsessed with the Black Family
Atyd- end of summer 1977
Hereâs the thing: The book that will most change your life is the book you write.
Seth Godin (via writingdotcoffee)
New Romione fan art! Iâm totally in love with them!

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The Prank - Boys Donât Cry
For @abcjosiet @bluebirdlinginthenest @maraudermeryn who have all been really vocally supportive of We Can Be Heroes in recent weeks - as a thank you!! âď¸âď¸âď¸âď¸
This is a prequel to the canon marauders fic We Can Be Heroes. If you enjoyed that fic, I hope you like this prequel, which centres on events in the maraudersâ 5th Year leading up to The Prank. It will be around 4-5 chapters long max. If you havenât read it, it wonât make any difference.
Chapter 1: Gone Away
I would tell you That I loved you If I thought that you would stay But I know that itâs no use That youâve already Gone away
Boys Donât Cry (The Cure)
The Summer holidays loomed over him, like a tsunami. Even in his dreams. He had started having horrifically realistic nightmares. Standing barefoot in a sandy cove, screaming at his mother, who suddenly disappeared, replaced by a towering wall of water, drowning him. Heâd woken up drenched in sweat. Standing in Orionâs study, listening as his father told him âwe are not giving you a watch for your seventeenth, we donât love you, you donât deserve itâ, Regulus stepping forwards, both arms outstretched, as his father placed a vintage, platinum watch on each of his wrists. Oddly, they reminded him of handcuffs. He had woken up crying, for some godforsaken reason. Disgusted at himself. He didnât care about his parents. He didnât care. He refused to care.
He swiped angrily at his eyes and threw the bedclothes over himself in frustration. He had hardly slept in the past few weeks, three hours a night, at most. If heâd known, James would have described it as one fucking thing after another. Remus would have called it âan unfortunate concatenation of eventsâ. How did he always have the right word for every single possible scenario? It was incredibly attractive. Well, he presumed girls would think that. If he were a girl. Never mind, that didnât even make senseâŚ
He called it a clusterfuck. And he was right.
His dismay about the Summer. His abortive attempts to talk to Reg. The ever-growing open hostilities between the Marauders and the Pureblood Pricks. Including, but by no means limited to, the recent Peter Pantsing Episode, which had earned him two weeks of detention. Yet somehow, the bastard had only ended up with one week. Fuck him.
âWow. The level of skill and wit that it must take to cast Levicorpus and then stand underneath him and call him names, not even inventive ones⌠so impressive, so mentally and technically challengingâŚâ Siriusâ voice had oozed contempt as he advanced alone towards the group of tossers, wand out.
A few of them immediately broke eye contact with Peterâs figure, hovering near the corridor ceiling, arms flailing about helplessly. Their spells broken, Peter lurched downwards with a fearful yelp. Mulciber didnât, wand still pointing up at his friend, a cruel sneer on his face.
âHello, Coz,â he smiled. âWe were just telling him that there are penalties to pay for hanging around with blood traitor scum like you, Black. That itâs your fault we picked on him, and will do so again. So much for calling them your friends, Black. If you even knew what a loyal friend was, youâd have distanced yourself from them all months ago.â
Siriusâ footsteps faltered momentarily.
âOh yes, because Iâm friends with every single muggleborn in the school, such a popular guy.â
His laughter sounded harsh. If there was one good thing he had believed about himself, it was that he was a loyal friend. Mulciberâs messing with your head, old chap, he tried to reassure himself, sounding exactly like Prongsâ Mother Hen ramblings.
âMissed him, did you, your boring, talentless, useless friend? The one you allow to hang out with you, out of pity. Whatâs his name again? Oh yes. Peter Pitiful. Here to check up on your pathetic little half-blood friend? Surprised you noticed him gone, your boring, fat little-â
Keep reading Chapter 1
Ficlet: The Edge of Goodbye
Angst warning! A James and Sirius ficlet, the night the Fidelius was cast.
                              ~~
The last time Sirius sees James alive is October twenty-fourth, a week to the day before everything ends.
They sit, side by side, on the floor of the hallway, backs against the wall with the door to the cottage wide open on Jamesâ other side.
The cottage that, as of an hour ago, no one else in the village was able to see.
Sirius lifts the bottle of firewhiskey that rests on the floor between his feet, taking a swig.
James is a mess.
He tries to hide it, unsteady hands pressed tight together between his knees.
âIâll go to Moonyâs first thing,â Sirius says, into the quiet; âTell him itâs done. Heâll clock on if we try to hide it. Should happen pretty quickly after that.â
James is shaking his head before he even finishes the sentence.
âMaybe not. MaybeâŚâ he breaks off, his voice as unsteady as his hands, and Sirius waits a minute before he speaks again.
âYou havenât seen him, mate.â
Remus was just as much of a mess as James, the last time Sirius saw him.
He just hides it far better than James ever could.
Moony had always been good at that.
James finally looks at him, for the first time since theyâd cast the Fidelius, with an expression convinced that heâs just signed Siriusâ death sentence.
âNo,â James had said, some months before, the first time the suggestion of the Fidelius had come up; âTheyâd come right for you.â
And so, theyâd just moved from safe house to safe house - James and Lily and seven-month-old Harry - with no place to really call home.
It worked well enough, James said.
Until Dumbledore told them, two days ago, that Voldemort had them exactly where he wanted them.
That his elusive spy had gotten word that someone close â very close â had been compromised.
One of Jamesâ nearest and dearest.
So, Dumbledore had suggested it again â the Fidelius â because there wasnât any more time.
James had protested, saying the same thing as last time.
âTheyâll come for you.â
They probably will.
Theyâre counting on it.
Death Eaters will be hunting him down, while Peter remains safely tucked up in Godricâs Hollow with James and Lily and Harry, Voldemort none the wiser â even if he should get his hands on him â that theyâre chasing the wrong man.
Itâs the only way, so they cast the charm.
James hates it.
It brims there in his eyes, where there used to be sparks of light and mischief.
Sirius doesnât say his own thoughts on the matter aloud.
Better me than Harry.
James couldnât argue with that.
Better me than you.
James would balk.
But it was true.
A world without James Potter isnât one Sirius Black has any interest existing in.
Sirius appeals to Jamesâ idealistic side, instead â the one he isnât even sure is still there anymore â and he leans in a little closer, calling on his own that he knows has always simply been borrowed from the very person heâs trying to convince.
âThis will work.â
Sirius swigs from the bottle again and hands it over.
James and Lily had run for a year with Harry in tow and made it.
Sirius is one person. Heâll get further. He can move faster.
Heâd told James this.
That heâll be just fine.
James hadnât been convinced.
James still isnât convinced, now.
But he humors him and nods, taking a slow drink from the bottle.
They stay like that, saying nothing for a while.
Thereâs so much to say.
But nothing they both donât already know.
So, eventually, they joke and they laugh and they talk, long into the night, they way theyâd done as boys in the dorms at Hogwarts.
Back when theyâd been convinced they were invincible.
Too soon, itâs dawn, and theyâre still sitting on the floor, the bottle long since having run dry, even if their words had not, and Sirius reluctantly gets to his feet.
âBetter be off, then.â
For a while there, Jamesâ eyes had been bright.
But the darkness that shouldnât be there comes back as he gets to his feet, more slowly, facing him.
He starts to speak.
But then he doesnât.
Instead, he steps in closer and hugs him tight.
Itâs not how it usually is; the other times they throw their arms around one another.
This time, Sirius thinks â for one dark, twisted moment â that this really is the end.
âPads ââ
A coo behind them makes them break apart and the moment breaks when they see Peter standing at the bottom of the stairs, some feet away, with a beaming Harry on his hip.
Lilyâs in the shower, he tells them; she probably doesnât know Sirius is still here.
Theyâd already said their goodbyes.
Sirius gives Harry a kiss on the cheek when his Godson reaches for him, giving him some time, while the baby remains perched on Peterâs hip.
And then Sirius smiles, giving him a nod; âPete.â
Peterâs smile is forced and strained with regret, like he, too, believes it.
Like he believes Sirius is walking headlong into some terrible fate.
Sirius scoffs when he sees that same look in Jamesâ eyes again, as he begins to head out the door, the weight lightened, somewhat, now that he and James are no longer alone.
âChin up, you two.â
He claps James on shoulder, his hand lingering a little longer than it normally would.
The look James gives him is burdened with goodbye.
Neither says it.
James canât.
Sirius wonât.
And then he steps out into the dawn of what he doesnât yet realise is the end.
                           ~ Fin ~
Post Battle of Hogwarts Harry (aka: an excuse to draw Harry Potter with long hair whoamIkidding)
James: Can I have a seat?
Me (pulling out the chair for him): Of course!
Snape: Can I have a seat?
Me (plugging in the chair): Of course!

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Pads and Reggie together bc i love those two so much OTL
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Iâve always hated Snape but Iâve always felt sad that he died in the Shrieking Shack, a place that was meaningful and special to his rivals.
Pity he didnât die there the first time. Wouldâve saved everyone a lot of grief.
True this!