I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

NEWTs are rapidly approaching, but James is getting restless and bored of studying.

Out of bed past curfew for some mischief 🌚

Their mother had locked his brother up in the cellar for the last few weeks, throwing Unforgivable curses at him whenever she had the urge. Torturing her eldest son for being different. There was the ice cold fear in the pit of his stomach that Mother was going to kill Sirius before the summer holiday ended. 

Regulus couldn’t stomach it. So he waited. He hid in his room and covered his ears against Sirius’ anguished cries. He bit at his fingers until they bled, panting as his eyes squeezed shut. 

Walburga visited her sister every August for a long weekend. Their father was off somewhere doing something Official. This was the time for Regulus to act. He had been quietly packing Sirius’ trunk for the last few weeks, hiding away all of the letters his friends had sent in there before their mother got to them. Making sure the trunk was charmed so that it fit in a rucksack, keeping Sirius’ broom cleaned and in tiptop shape. 

Regulus used illegal magic to unlock the cellar, not worrying about Kreacher who was hovering just over his shoulder. He was silent.

The smell was what hit Regulus first. Bodily fluids. Urine, defecation, blood, sweat, tears, oils. He gagged and was terrified to turn on the light. But he had to, he had to. 

Sirius was a shadow of himself. Gaunt, pale, hair chopped off in chunks, clothes dirty and falling apart. BLOOD TRAITOR engraved onto his ribs. 

“Oh fuck,” Regulus gasped. Crucio burns peppered his brothers body, and his eyes were glazed with fever. 

“Go ‘way,” Sirius slurred. “She’ll kill me if she knew you were here Reg.”

“Shut up,” Regulus hissed as he began to use cleaning charms on his brother. In for a penny, in for a pound. There was no doubt that their mother would soundly beat him for this once she returned. She wouldn’t kill him though, she needed an heir. “Can you stand?”

Sirius would not be able to fly like this. And the Knight Bus was no place for a Black. Regulus’ mind whirled, he’d have to Floo someone, he’d have to contact someone his parents would not be able to touch. Someone not in the family.

Potter.

“Yeah.” Sirius dizzly stood, and Regulus was immediately there to support him. 

Once Sirius was gone, Regulus went up into his bedroom. 

He sniffled uselessly. Allowing himself these angry tears now, because once his mother returned there would be no time for them. 

Regulus screamed into his pillow. He screamed and screamed and kept until his voice was hoarse and his eyes were wet and his body was trembling. He could barely breathe, curled in on himself and gasping small sobs as he punched his bed uselessly.

He didn’t know how to feel. Not really. Emotions jumbled and difficult.

Teaching the Levitation Charm: “and don’t forget to make the ‘gar’ nice and long. You never know when you’re going to run into a troll in a bathroom”.

The Canaries Conjuring Charm: “They’re really soft, and fluffy. But they’ve got claws and sharp beaks and if I catch one of you using them to attack another student there’ll be hell to pay”.

When the Ravenclaw kids start debating about whether Accio counts as a variation of Wingardium Leviosa or the reverse, he’s first taken aback then he melts.“They’re all like tiny little baby Hermiones this is the best class ever”

Whenever he catches a student bullying another, no matter which House it is, he’ll storm in with his patented Protective Dad Power™ and express all his disappointment in a single Look.

Ron telling childhood stories about what happens when you mess up some Charm or another, and asking Fred and George about their own anecdotes so he can tell them to his kids

Fred: Oh, oh, once I tried to Scourgify my cauldron but I misspoke and said ‘Sourgify’ and my cauldron ended up smelling like lemons for a week!George: Oh right, it was horrible, Lee and I tried everything to block the smell. We even borrowed a book that had some Arabic spells from the library. Nothing. Worked.Ron: (taking notes)

When a kid misbehaves too much in his class, Ron gives them a detention in which he asks them if they’re feeling well and if there’s anything they want to say - and if the kid refuses to talk, then he tells them “get your homework out, might as well do something useful instead of scrubbing bedpans, eh?” and helps them catch up

Whenever the first vacation of the year approaches for his first years he enters the class looking super solemn then declares “Children, I know everything. I’ve heard the whispers. I know what you’re all thinking. You hate homework. You loathe it with a passion. Well that’s great because I hate homework and grading your homework is like the homework of the teacher. So how about I don’t give you any essay to write for those Christmas hols and instead we’re going to learn the spell that instantly creates snowballs.”

Ron’s office is, of course, violently orange and there’s a Chudley Cannons poster on the wall. The Quidditch nerds who come to his office often end up having a very long chat with Professor Weasley about the ups and down of the League, and a persistent rumour claims that he once gave a student detention for badmouthing the Cannons (he didn’t, but he likes the story too much to correct it)

If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals. 

~ Sirius Black

A quickish study of the wonderful and amazing @quinlyandreveries as I practice getting the hang of digital drawing again.

imagine harry telling her everything after the battle of hogwarts, telling her about how dumbledore raised him like a pig for slaughter, and how he had to die and mcgonagall gets so goddamned mad

she loses control for the first time that harry’s EVER seen and she’s actually yelling, she’s so pissed that harry was seventeen and he had to accept death and dumbledore KNEW he would have to die and NEVER TOLD HIM

and harry’s about to cry because yeah his friends would be devastated if he was gone but NO ONE got this damn pissed that dumbledore had raised him so that he could die at the right time and mcgonagall’s in the middle of a rant and he just shoots up and hugs her and she’s stunned into silence but after a moment she hugs back and it’s great

Was waiting all day out in the cold for the mere chance of knowing Harry might be alive

Has been crying because James and Lily are dead and she loved her students, while the rest of the wizarding world is celebrating. 

Tells Dumbledore not to leave Harry with the Dursleys. in fact she’s even shocked he would suggest it.

So in just a few lines of dialogue we see Dumbledore is eating candy, asking McGonagall why she isn’t celebrating and saying Harry can’t be with another family because the ‘fame’ would get to his head?

Imagine Fred being called Percy by McGonagall accidentally and then he gets so offended that he refers to her by “Professor [insert any other name but McGonagall” for the rest of the year, costing Gryffindor a considerable amount of points one at a time.

From then on, she vows to just call them all Mr Weasley.