#doepatronused

doepatronused replied to your post “//I’ve just gotta say… Remus is very lucky to have @pr0ngs​,...”

I LOVE YOU WE LOVE YOU

“Oh,”

                         No amount of firewhiskey could UNBURDEN him of his self-loathing. His mouth tasted of his own vomit and his body ached with the reminder that he had never and would never be able to hold his liquor the way his father could. There were no words for what he had done and no remedy for the realization of exactly what he had gotten himself involved in. It had taken him so long to open his eyes, too long, and his own face STARED back at him in the glassy gaze of James Potter’s corpse. He’d never wanted him dead. He’d wanted him gone, not dead, and he was only now learning the difference. 

                        BILE rose in his throat, choking him, the acidic taste turning his stomach, and he was forced to clutch at the wall to steady himself, short stained fingernails pricking into the wallpaper. He couldn’t think about how things had come to this because, if he did, he wouldn’t be able to take Lily from this place and he HAD to take Lily from this place, not because he labored under any delusion that she would be glad he had done so, but because the other Death Eaters would likely be arriving soon and he knew what they’d do to her if they found her. There were SOME things worse than death.

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL I'M DYING

Thank you !!! 

“ if i ever see you lot pulling a stunt like that again, i will personally pin you down under the womping willow, understood? 20 points from gryffindor. now get going. and professor mcgonagall will hear of this. ” helga hated bullying and it was sure to be the fastest way to get the usually calm and gentle professor flying into a rage. one could say what they wanted about slytherin, but the students from other houses certainly weren’t damn angels either. the more helga watched the house system, the more regrets she had about ever invoking it.

The day Sirius was released from Azkaban, the sun shone brighter than he’d ever seen it, and what might have been a good omen in another life felt more like a curse then. Had they found Peter on a sunlit afternoon like this one, he wondered? Had the traitor been spotted, cowering from a ray of light that would illuminate who he truly was? 

But the house, at least, was dark--dark blinds, dark walls, everything Sirius had run away from when he was sixteen, and yet here he was, twenty-one, and being led into Number 12 Grimmauld Place by his stern-faced father, goosebumps erupting over his arms as he wondered if his mother would be a better or worse change from the dementors. He expected her yelling-- “If you hadn’t gotten caught up with the Potters, with those Gryffindor types, you never would have landed yourself in Azkaban”--expected his brother cowering in the corner, pretending it was all alright, but he had not expected to see her.

Lily, the only survivor, Lily who had watched her son and husband--his best friend--murdered in front of her, was sitting at the Black’s family kitchen. 

meme. / @doepatronused

do i follow them?: of course!

why did i follow them?: after over a year of being dragged every second @stagpottah is on the dash kayla came through and dragged me right to you 

do we roleplay?: i don’t think we’ve written yet.... which again is more than likely my fault 

do i wanted to roleplay with them?: TOTALLY 

an AU idea for our muses: i think an au where harry, lily, and james had successfully stayed in hiding would be really fascinating to explore? or something where lily had the chance to escape with harry. just let his mum live please. 

a song for our muses: i’m really going for it with this one.... baby mine

do i ship our muses?: i would truly and honestly rather die 

what i think about the mun: you are such a light presence on the dash and i’m so appreciative of that? talking with you is always so enjoyable and in general i love so much of everything you contribute to this community as a whole but the work you put into lily is so awesome to be around