#ttmeevent

Kidnapped as a young boy, the captain of a pirate ship first used him as a deck hand, but then started training him to fight and how to lead. Eventually he started to rise in the ranks, all the way to first mate. And when the old captain passed, Nicholas was made captain of the crew and together they set sail, pillaging and robbing towns and villages. 

The whispers about how he was too young to be the captain had all but died now. Every once in a while, they would meet someone new who would say something, but they were easily silenced. Nicholas had a reputation of being ruthless, it kept him and his crew alive, and so he lived up to it. 

So when he was woken in the middle of the night by his first mate, he grabbed his sword and followed him to the deck, prepared to do what had to be done. When he saw the person that they had on their knees, awaking Nicholas’ judgment, he was thrown slightly. 

@msmarlenemckinnon

Evanna wasn’t sure why, of all the places she could have ended up in front of, it happened to be the flat of someone that she wasn’t sure she could trust. Sure there had been a time when she and Marlon had been friends, maybe even a time when they had been almost more than friends, but that time had long since come and gone. After Hogwarts, Marlon went on to become an Auror, fighting against the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters, and Evanna’s family was very much tied to the Dark Lord and his mission. Her father had know The Dark Lord for a very long time, and considered himself to be as close to the enigma of a man as anyone could be. She herself wasn’t expected to become a death eater, but she knew that there was a good chance that her brothers would join soon. 

So when she brought her fist up to knock against Marlon’s door, quite late at night, she wasn’t sure what would happen. One the one hand they had been friends, on the other hand, he was an Auror and probably suspected that she at the very least, knew some stuff. But she was bleeding and black spots had started appearing in her vision, so she wasn’t in any position to be picky about who she asked for help. 

She’d been out walking when someone who was related to someone her dad had sent to jail had decided that she was a good person to take out some anger on. She didn’t know who the people were, and she’d managed to get away from them, but just barely and definitely not unscathed. She knocked again when there was no answer immediately. With the luck she was having today, he would probably be sleeping, or out. She let out a labored breath of relief when he finally did open the door. “Hey there, stranger,” She said, trying to smile up at him. 

@maryelizabethmacdonald

Lily awoke with a start. Feeling both like she had just had a nightmare and like she’s been asleep for a very long time. Everything seemed rather dark and though she had bolted upright as soon as her eyes opened, she hadn’t a clue where she was or how she had gotten there. 

Where ever she was, the place seemed to be crumbling and half burned down. She rubbed her eyes with her hands and then slowly pushed herself to her feet, trying to piece together what she knew. She knew that her name was Lily Potter, she knew that she was living in Godric’s Hallow, and.. she had a son. She looked around the room and was aghast to find Harry’s cot just to her left, empty, and covered in ash. Her breathing got shallow and she took a few steps back until she bumped into his dresser, her hand landing on top of where it was burned and she flinched, expecting to find it hot, but instead it was cold. Cold and frail, as though the fire had been a very long time ago. But it couldn’t  have been, why would Lily have been left in the middle of her son’s room? None of this was making sense. She needed to find James and Harry. 

She started down the hallway and then down the stairs when she started to remember what had happened to her family. Take Harry and run, he’d told her. I’ll hold him off. She took a shaky breath as she stepped down onto the main floor of the house. Nothing felt right. This place seemed as though it were abandoned, so why had she been left here? She felt the urge to run, to put as much space between her and this house as she could so she headed for the door looking around more, she just wanted out. She didn’t pause until she got to the street and saw someone giving her a strange look from the other side of the street. 

“It’s not actually haunted you know,” He called out to her. “That’s just a story the locals made up to fool everyone.” She turned around to look at the house and covered her mouth with her hand as she saw that half of the house was gone. Destroyed by something powerful by the looks of it. And there was a large plaque in front of the house, magically signed in every inch of free space, but Lily could hardly pay attention to that. She read hardly the first line of the inscription before she dug her hand into her pocket, relieved to find her wand and apperated to Mary’s. That sign couldn’t be true, this all had to be some elaborate trick by the Death Eaters. Her son, her husband... Mary would know what was going on. 

@ms-alectocarrow

Fatherhood wasn’t something that Gus fell into naturally. Everyone close to him (his parents and his wife) had assured him that it was something that would just happen, not something that he had to worry about, or fret over. He would understand the love that a parent had for their child when he saw her. And while he knew that he loved his daughter, he didn’t think that he understood what everyone else saw in her. She was currently around six months old, she couldn’t do much of anything of course, and Gus didn’t have a clue what to do with her. 

It was strange seeing his own characteristics morphed onto someone else’s face though. He could see pieces of Alecto too, and he liked that, he liked that she was theirs and that she would grow up to shoulder their legacy. He didn’t mind that she was a girl either, which he knew Alecto had been concerned about when they found out that she was having a girl. Her father had ingrained into her that girls were all but useless, but Gus had never felt that way. He knew the moment he saw her that there was little if anything that he wouldn’t do to keep her safe and happy. 

One: don't pick up the phone, you know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone. 

Two: don't let him in, you have to kick him out again. 

New York City had become Connie’s home, it was funny to her since it seemed that she was hopping from place to place. New Orleans, London and not The Big Apple. She knew that if things had been different, she would’ve retured to London, but with the current state of things, she couldn’t do that. She was a half blood and while she was not a fighter, her beliefs didn’t match with the new goverment. Connie lived among muggles, she was friends with them and even dated them. She couldn’t live in a place that stripped them from their rights.

She had finished her degree in Juilliard and was now a regular performer in the Lincoln Center. Today she wasn’t performing, so she headed to do some shopping. She needed more paintings and music sheets, she had been composing and painting a lot. If she was lucky enough, she would earn a spot as a Professor in Juilliard.

As she made her way back home, she made a mental note to call her mum. She had to book some plane tickets to New Orleans for her birthday. Connie was so immersed on her thoughts that she ended up bumping into someone.

“Oh my God” she gasped. “I am so...” she began as she looked up at the man but couldn’t finish her sentence. Connie blinked in shock. It’s been eight years since she last saw Maven Rosier.

“Maven?” She asked in disbelief.

It had started as a bit of an argument at first.

Remus Lupin wasn’t prideful at all but the one thing that did get him on edge was conforming to what society expected him to be. A werewolf or someone who suffered with Lycanthropy was shunned from society, usually couldn’t get a job, keep a home or live as every other wizard did. They resulted to living in packs and accepting the animalistic side of them. 

Remus wanted the opposite. He wanted to make it by himself.To prove to himself that he could and wouldn’t be just another statistic on a sheet of parchment in the Ministry. However, things got tough and Remus saw help as sympathy which usually meant him rejecting it.

James had extended the offer of Remus living with them for a couple of week which then turned into two months. It gave the wolf a safe place to rest in the days of his transformation, without having to wrory about anyone finding out.

He’d been rejected with foul words and harsh hands when his last landlord found out about his condition. James had brought in his broken friend and given him the much needed care and attention any human being deserved.

Sunday morning, the little boy who looked the spitting image of his father except for his eyes was someone Remus adored. He hadn’t been allowed to see his Uncle for a few days after Remus was recovering from another monthly curse.

The young man had slept in for an hour or so when he heard the voice of his friend at the bottom of the stairs, giving instructions to the five year old. Remus cranked an eye open as he saw the struggle with opening the handle of the door and quickly pretended to sleep when it creaked open. Soft footstep brought a smile to his face as he wanted to see what the boy would do.

@prongstter-family

“I mean, I knew I was going to win best hair,” Sirius said matter of factly. “It’s not like there was any competition. But I am wondering who voted me for most dramatic,” he frowned, looking down at the pages of the book.