Scorpion King

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harry potter meme: [1/7] colour palettes | “love potion”

POSTERS - Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling

Okay Harry dear let me tell you how he knew your name:

He bought you your first knit sweater, it was red because he knew red brought out your mother’s eyes.

He was there when you got sick for the first time. He comforted your parents because he was the first person they called. “Moony come here right this second, Lily’s freaking out” 

During your first winter you liked being in his arms the best because he was warmer than the other Marauders

He took care of you so many times when mama and dada were having a date night

You were the only thing that made him as happy as chocolate after a particularly rough full moon

You liked to ran your little hands over his big scars, you were the second person he didn’t mind doing that. Sirius was the first

You made him smile even though there was a war going on and there wasn’t much to be happy about

All he wanted was you after he lost it all, he was denied that right.

He thought about you and all his friends on full moons, how all of them sat on the living room floor of the Potters and played with you, no one had died or betrayed each other

He knew your name Harry, because the moment he opened his eyes in that compartment, he thought James was sitting across him and they were back in their 3rd year.

He knew who you were because when he looked into your eyes to say “sit still” he saw Lily Evans’ eyes.

He knew your name, Harry, because you were all he had left as a reminder that everything they went through with Marauders were real.

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“Mr. Dumbledore,” He replied brightly, with the barest hint of a lisp. 

“I trust you know why you are here?” Dumbledores question was crisp and businesslike, but the twinkle in his eye gave away his amusement at the situation. 

“Not at all! I’ve nary a clue,” Wonka wiggled his eyebrows. Dumbledore audibly stifled a laugh. 

“You are accused of improper use of magic, improper use of muggle artifacts, and several counts of using magic in front of a muggle,” Dumbledore reminded him. He conjured a projection with his wand. Displayed in grainy sepia was Willy Wonka, arm around a boy of around 10. Behind his back, he twitched an ash wand, and machines in the background around them whirred to life, producing all manner of sweets. 

The projection ran its course and collapsed, and Dumbledore stowed his wand back inside his robes.

Wonka smiled and fiddled with his hat. 

“How do you plead?” Dumbledore asked, leaning forward eagerly for what would surely be an amusing trial. 

“Not guilty on all counts,” Wonka said, perhaps a tad smugly.

The members of the Wizengamot muttered amongst themselves. Not Guilty? Impossible!

Dumbledore hushed them quickly. “Explain, if you would. We have, after all, quite a mountain of evidence.”

Wonka stood and brushed a bit of dust off his suit. He tipped his hat mischievously. “Of course,” he grinned. 

“Firstly, use of magic shall only be considered improper whereby it is applied to cause harm or applied recklessly. All magic used in my sweets is rigorously tested for both safety and taste. It is not used to cause harm, but to bring joy.” Wonka paused to adjust his jacket. 

“But surely,” Dumbledore said, leafing through his notes, “you cannot deny that you illegally charmed several thousand muggle artifacts?”

“Ah, but I can,” Wonka said, now twirling his cap in his hands. “Muggle artifact refers, of course, to any muggle made object. But, you see, I built those machines, each and every one. They are not muggle machines at all, but wizarding machines, built by a wizard. The factory itself, as well. You could argue that, as machines are a muggle invention, I still broke the rules, but then I could argue that every wizard dwelling with any charms applied to its walls is in violation of the law, as muggles were the first to make bricks.”

The Wizengamot glared silently. He was right, of course. Violating the spirit of the law was not illegal if one followed the letter. 

“And the last charge? These are definitely Muggle children, are they not? No magical talent, raised in muggle society?” Dumbledore straightened his glasses and peered down at Wonka, his eyes still bright with intrigue. 

“Not at all,” Wonka grinned, placing his hat back on his head. “You see, the ticket system was not nearly so random as I pretended. The tickets were charmed, they would only becomes visible to children with magical heritage. All the children chosen were second generation Squibs.” Wonka bowed low, as if he were finishing a particularly well executed play. 

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, it seems no laws were violated after all.” Dumbledore stifled a grin at the groans of angry disapproval from the Wizengamot. 

“But he very clearly violated the intent of the rules!” Spluttered a large, rather red faced wizard in the second row. “He’s just…cheating! He’s cheating!”

“Ah, this is true, but he did not, technically speaking, break any of the rules. He did not expose muggles to magic, nor enchant muggle made objects, nor improperly apply magic anymore so than any magical confectioner. I’m afraid we have to let him go.” Dumbledore smiled gently and put away the rather thick file with Wonka’s name embossed on the cover. For the brief second it was open, a list of hundreds of charges with “Not Guilty” inked beside them was visible. It was carried off by a house elf, and the Wizengamot began to file out until only Dumbledore was left. 

“You’re a very clever man,” He called down to Wonka. “We could use you at Hogwarts, you know.”

-For his 4th birthday, Sirius Black received his first proper three piece suit. It was pure black with a grey waistcoat and it brought out his eyes perfectly. He hated it and picked at its loose threads until it came apart, which earned him a slap from Orion for ruining the family heirloom.

-For his 6th birthday, Sirius Black received Black: The Full, Detailed and Illustrious History of the Most Noble House In England with full illustrations of prominent family members. Walburga hexed him twice when she caught him doodling on the faces of his ancestors the next day.

-For his 11th birthday, Sirius Black was told he was too old for silly presents and instead a large pure-blood ball was thrown to honour his Hogwarts letter. He sat by the wall all night, cheered up only when Andromeda Black over to give him a kiss on the cheek and slipped him a charmed dragon figure that breathed real fire. 

-For his 12th birthday, Sirius Black received coal from his parents and a note of disappointment. He also got 12 birthday punches on the arm and a promise of the best Christmas present ever to apologise for not realising today was the day from a certain messy hair boy and some of the best chocolate he’d ever tasted from a kind faced, auburn haired one.

-For his 13th birthday, Sirius Black received a large collection of Gryffindor memorabilia and muggle posters to take home for Christmas from his friends. His parents sent a letter talking of their approval of Regulus’ sorting and a Slytherin badge saying ‘you may not be in it Sirius, but you can at least  display which house you belong in on your person.’. Sirius and Reg burned it together, agreeing brotherhood was more than a house.

-For his 15th birthday, Sirius Black received a birthday kiss from each of the Gryffindor girls, more chocolate, and engraved snitch that said ‘To my Brother from another Mother.’ and Gilly Gerwinkle’s Guide to Hexes of Hilarity. Uncle Alphard sent a few Galleons. His immediate family didn’t send anything, expect a flicker of a smile from Regulus. Almost all his year turned up to the firewhiskey fuelled party the Marauders threw for him and he spent the night in drunken bliss.

-For his 16th birthday, Sirius Black received an even bigger party and better present from his friends. He hadn’t spoken to anyone in his family since May. They no longer acknowledged his existence, but he was okay with that, he had found his true family. At 11:59 that night, Sirius would get the best present he would ever receive, because after a year of stolen glances and heart palpitations, feeling Remus’ lips kiss him back was the best feeling in the world.

-For his 17th birthday, Sirius Black received his annual party, chocolate and birthday sex from the boy he loved most, and countless other treasures from his friends. A certain darkness clouded this birthday however, as the pressures of the outside world and the war that raged outside their little bubble became far scarier and far closer.

-For his 18th birthday, Sirius Black didn’t receive any gifts, he asked everyone not to, he knew people would need all the money they could hold onto just to keep themselves safe. He did however buy himself a flat to stay in for the holidays and once he left Hogwarts as Uncle Alphard had just died, leaving Sirius his fortune. James Potter also received something that night at Sirius’ party, his first, but by no means last, yes. To a date with Lily Evans.

-For his 19th birthday, Sirius Black received a motorbike from Remus Lupin. Remus said it was a death trap but if it would stop Sirius from trying to buy one from the dodgy car dealer down the road it was his. Sirius fell in love with his boyfriend all over again. They would have had a fancy dinner in the flat (of course Sirius asked him to move in the second they left Hogwarts) but Remus was called away on a mission for the Order.

-For his 20th birthday, Sirius Black received a small cake baked by Remus.Peter, James and Lily came to visit and they sat around the dining room table, the absence of Marlene and Dorcas pressing down on them. They smiled none-the-less and Sirius blew out his candles, wishing desperately for this to be over, for Marlene to still be here, for Dorcas to still be here, and more than anything, he wished Regulus was still here.

-For his 21st birthday, Sirius Black received a night off. Him and Remus had been given Harry for the evening whilst James and Lily were on a mission (pre going into hiding) and the two men smiled, laughed and had the most fun with the baby than they had had in a very long time, it was night of light in their world of darkness.