If Minerva McGonagall had a son, she would have wanted him to be like James Potter.
A short piece I wrote some time ago. Introspective and bittersweet.
Reblogging in honour of Minerva McGonagall's birthday! Happy Birthday, Professor!
Just wondering how many Wizarding teens had a confusing sexual awakening brought on by the pic of Sirius in the paper, laughing maniacally as his entire life falls apart around him. And teens just see this most dangerous man in the world and dream of getting kidnapped by him etc
That fic is priceless 😂😂😂!
Chapters: 3/17 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sirius Black & Harry Potter, Sirius Black & Andromeda Black Tonks, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin, Sirius Black & Nymphadora Tonks Characters: Sirius Black, Harry Potter, Remus Lupin, Andromeda Black Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks, Rubeus Hagrid, Albus Dumbledore Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Grief/Mourning, Sirius Black Raises Harry Potter, Harry Potter Gets the Love He Deserves, Fluff and Angst, Past Sirius Black/Marlene McKinnon - Freeform, Past James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, I promise there will be lots of cute little Harry to make up for the angst
Chapters: 2/17 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sirius Black & Harry Potter, Sirius Black & Andromeda Black Tonks, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin, Sirius Black & Nymphadora Tonks Characters: Sirius Black, Harry Potter, Remus Lupin, Andromeda Black Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks, Rubeus Hagrid, Albus Dumbledore Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Grief/Mourning, Sirius Black Raises Harry Potter, Harry Potter Gets the Love He Deserves, Fluff and Angst, Past Sirius Black/Marlene McKinnon - Freeform, Past James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, I promise there will be lots of cute little Harry to make up for the angst
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sirius Black & Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black & James Potter, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin, Sirius Black/Marlene McKinnon, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black & Andromeda Black Tonks, Sirius Black & Euphemia Potter & Fleamont Potter Characters: Sirius Black, Lily Evans Potter, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Marlene McKinnon, Peter Pettigrew, Andromeda Black Tonks Additional Tags: Sirivember2020, Sirius Black reflects on his birthdays Series: Part 1 of Sirivember Summary:
Week One of Sirivember - Birthdays
Sirius didn’t realise at first that it was his twenty-second birthday. Not that he had anything to celebrate anymore. Or anyone left to celebrate with.
Sirius turns twenty-two, alone in his cell, and he reflects on his past birthdays.
Title: A Pureblood Bride Author: @meandminniemcg Pairing(s)/Character(s): Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Lily Evans Potter/James Potter Rating: Mature Word Count or Art Medium: ~10K Prompt #: self-prompted Content/Spoiler: *Alternate Universe - No Voldemort; but blood purism still exists; Curses Cursebreaker!Sirius; Established Relationship; Weddings; Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD; James and Lily are Sirius’ best and most stubborn friends; MindHealing; Gender Issues Coming Out.* Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Notes: A big thank you to TheEagleQueen for beta reading this fic, and to CheekyTorah for giving me expert advice and to all my writer friends who answered weird questions when I needed the answers for research for this fic. Summary: Sirius has done what he can, even become a very successful cursebreaker, but he himself is cursed by Bellatrix and can’t get married to Remus. James and Lily insist that something can be done to overcome the curse. Can a cursebreaker, and attorney and a mindhealer find a way to avoid a deadly danger?
Sirius - Sunday October 31st, 1976
“Scared, me?” James gestures at himself in mock incredulity. “I’m terrified actually.”
“Good. Use that,” I say. “It’ll remind Lily that you’re human.”
“Right.” James shakes his head. “Human. Got it. Be vulnerable, not arrogant. Be kind, not condescending. Be scared.”
“So in other words, act natural.” I swat the back of his head. It’s an affectionate swat, I never actually want to hurt him when I do it. None of us do.
“What about you?” he asks, his hand moving to scratch behind his ear.
“What about me?”
“Are you scared? With Remus?”
I smile a bit dopely at the mention of his name. “No,” I say. “Being with Remus, is the only thing I’ve never been scared about.”
The lecture had gone on a little too long for Remus and, feeling himself start to nod off, he felt around under the table for Sirius’ hand, weaving their fingers together and giving him a soft squeeze. In the same breath, he was fighting a hesitation—an insistence to hold back—a wondering if this was okay. If it was okay for Remus to ask Sirius to love him and to love him specifically like this.
“Don’t be so in your head about it,” Sirius would tell him, assurance unwavering. “You are the one good thing I know.”
But Remus knew well that Sirius didn’t actually always know what was best for him, or even good for him. And that’s all this was, with Sirius and Remus and the letting or not letting one love the other; it was a constant befuddlement between protecting good things or pure, idiotic self-sabotage. Remus was still young, and that was enough to instill the doubt.
Beneath the buzz of the professor’s low voice and the paper-soft scratch of chalk on chalkboard, Sirius pulled Remus’ hand into his lap, brushing a thumb over his knuckles absently, and Remus put his head down on the desk to quiet his thoughts.
See You Again
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He is messy hair and glasses. He’s looking around from where he’s seated, wide-eyed and grinning like it’s the best day of his life. He is happiness at its fullest, excitement brimming in his smile. He is everything Sirius has never known, something that perhaps he would like to.
Sirius takes a step forward. “Can I sit here?”
The boy shrugs. “Don’t see why not.”
Sirius sits, relieved he won’t have to sit with his cousins on the train.
“I’m James, by the way,” the boy says.
“Sirius.”
“Nice to meet you.” He smiles and leans back.
James is pleasantries, but without the formality. He is comfort. He is welcoming and sweet and absolutely hilarious.
He invites two other boys in and they talk like they’ve known each other their whole lives. A few hours and James has turned total strangers into best friends.
Sirius doesn’t know what to think. He doesn’t know who James really is, but he knows that he’s a friend.
~
He is messy hair and glasses. James is order and chaos rolled into one. He is a level of finesse and brilliance Sirius has never seen, especially paired with his casual disregard for rules. Yet he does it all for his friends.
“We become animagi, then,” he says.
“We what?” Sirius trusts James, but sometimes he questions his sanity.
“Think about it. Werewolves only attack humans. If we’re all animals, we can distract the wolf and help Remus through the full moons.”
“It’s worth a shot,” Peter decides.
“Yeah,” Sirius agrees, understanding what his friend is trying to do. “It’s not going to be easy though.”
James just smirks. “That’s what makes it fun.”
~
He is messy hair and glasses. He is a confidant. He is safety and trust and Sirius’ first place to turn when the world is falling apart around him.
“I think… I think I’m in love with Moony.” The breath rushes out of him at the words, drowning in the thick air pressing down on him. He said it. He actually said it.
James takes a moment to respond. “You’re gay?”
Sirius’ throat tightens. He nods, not trusting his own voice.
Suddenly he’s wrapped in a hug. James squeezes him tight. “Thank you for trusting me. I hope things work out with you and Remus.”
Before Sirius knows it he’s crying in relief.
~
He is messy hair and glasses. James is his friend, his brother, his home.
He is there when Sirius needs to leave Grimmauld Place. He is there when he needs a shoulder to cry on. He is there when he needs someone to make him laugh.
James is encouragement. He is a thumbs up in the back of the room when Sirius asks Remus out for the first time. He is a promise that his nightmares don’t control him. He is a reminder that he can accomplish whatever he puts his mind to.
James is his brother in blood and life and death. He is someone to fight with, someone to annoy, someone to laugh with and cherish and love. He is everything Sirius ever wanted in a friend.
~
He is messy hair and glasses.
And he is dead.
He is blank eyes staring up at the ceiling. He is limp, cold hands. He is stillness where there should be breath.
And Sirius does not know what to do.
James was his place to go. He was the one he trusted, the one who made the world better. He fought for what was right, every fucking day, and this was what it had bought him.
Was.
Past tense, already, already gone, already disappeared, already thought of as not here, already a person the world had lost.
James is dead. And Sirius cannot feel it anymore. The ice in his veins has entrapped his heart, and only one thing is clear. He knows what to do.
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He is messy hair and glasses. He is a whisper of a thought in Sirius’ head. He is a glittering, fleeting memory that is so often taken away.
He is a nightmare. When the air grows cold and the shadows come, he is dead eyes and pain. He is lifeless, he is nothing but a body. He is a reminder of what the rest of Sirius’ life will always be. Nothing.
~
He is messy hair and glasses. He is the first thing Sirius sees.
There was a battle, a green light, a veil. There was a feeling of his heart stopping, of breath leaving him. It’s all too hard to remember now.
It has been years. Years of pain and suffering, and eventually hope, but Sirius would recognize him anywhere.
The world around them is bright white with a bench, almost reminiscent of the train station from years ago.
James is here.
Sirius tackles him in a hug and clings, begging for this not to be a dream. His brother in blood and life and death is with him again. This has to be real.
“I missed you,” James says.
His voice brings memories in floods, memories of joy and comfort and love. His voice is what makes this real.
“I missed you too.”
~
Thanks to @rowanisnever for being the best beta ever
EXCUSE YOU!!! WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT BREAKING MY HEART???
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Lily Evans Potter, James Potter, Euphemia Potter, Fleamont Potter, Walburga Black, Regulus Black Additional Tags: Angst, sad Sirius, Post-Sirius Black in Azkaban, very sad, I made myself sad Summary:
This inspired by @breathing_and_stuff’s drawing called Lonely Nights in 12 Grimmauld Place which is utterly beautiful, so poignant and so bloody sad, I got the feels and had to write this - you are incredibly talented and I am in awe of you. Here is a link to the drawing: https://breathing-and-stuff.tumblr.com/post/188345498360/lonely-nights-at-12-grimmauld-place
So this is a bit on the ANGSTY side but still, @breathing-and-stuff is to blame because of her drawing 😉🤷♀️??? Tagging potential angst readers @ashes-and-ashes-dust-and-dust @nisargasinha @petals-to-fish @holy-shit-its-wolfstar @beaubcxton @ravenclaw-ft @comaraudery if you’re interested …
mainly though, check out @breathing-and-stuff‘s blog for EXTRAORDINARY MARAUDERS ART !!
I’m still under impression from this fic! Angst concentration is on the highest level. It’s written to tear ones soul into pieces. “Abandon hope all ye who enter here.” You are warned 😉
Check @blitheringmcgonagall ao3 account YouBlitheringIdiot for more amazing Marauders fanfiction (I doubt that you are not familiar with this author already, but still)
@breathing-and-stuff what can I say? Your drawing gave me The Feels:
Plus - I am doing a second chapter due to consumer outrage 😂😬🤷♀️
So, I wrote a thing about Remus and Sirius fighting with Dumbledore over custody of Harry post POA. I got just a few lines of dialogue and like a snippet of a scene stuck in my head, demanding that I write it out. It doesn’t feel like a complete thing, like a real one shot or something, so I’m not going to post it to AO3 right now. I’m not entirely sure what’s going on here, but I wanted to make it an AU where Sirius is now free (because that’s my favorite canon divergence) and has worked things out with Remus and has already absconded with Harry. Also, Lyall Lupin is here, because I head canon him as being both alive and being a cranky badass, and I love him (also Remus, Sirius, and Harry are staying with Lyall because we all know Remus’s cottage isn’t fit for reasonable human habitation, and fuck Grimmauld Place). Again, I don’t know what I’m doing with this, maybe it belongs to a longer fic, but if so I probably won’t be writing that fic for a while yet. Until then, it’s just a random little scene I felt the desire to write.
(It’s long, so I put it below a Keep Reading line)
Catch up with @jennandblitz and my fave pals below. We update 2 times a day, sometimes more if we’re feeling nice. Enjoy!
What happens when you meet the person that you had been drooling over for 4 and a half minutes? Well, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows at first, but there is some potential if they could just get by the miscommunication. Remus and Sirius find this out after spotting one another at the International Pole Dancing Championship and Convention. Meet-Cute? More like Meet-Ugly.
After six weeks of “hanging out”, Remus and Sirius both want to move things from that level to actually being a couple. Will everything continue to be as sweet as it was once they make the move?
Sirius and Remus have overcome their first big obstacle and are in a healthy and happy relationship! What’s next? Moving in? Meeting the parents? Maybe something more?
With a surprise waiting on their doorstep, slipping in to co-habitation is not going to be easy. Sirius’ past is scratching its way to the surface and both they and Remus are trying so hard to pretend that it’s fine. Can they fix things and return to how they were before or is it just too much?
A month into their engagement, Sirius and Remus are settling into it. They decide to start planning their wedding, but they probably spend more time exploring their sex life as well as taking care of their new dog.
Sirius and Remus’ wedding is getting closer and closer, but an unexpected meeting sets off a chain of events that they need to work together to recover from, even with Tuscany on the horizon.
Summary TBA
Summary: Red. It was such an interesting color to correlate with emotion, because it’s on both ends of the spectrum. On one end you have happiness, falling in love, passion, all that. On the other end, you’ve got jealousy, fear, and frustration. Maybe that’s why James thought the nickname fit Lily so well. (Bodyguard!James/Celebrity!Lily)
@petals-to-fish this is so beautiful thank you for sticking with it despite everything 😭❤️
→ what would happen if someone get the library on fire ?
→ teddy lupin-black and harry potter's relationship
→ sirius and james reacting to harry's instagram post
→ can't get enough of you
→ Harry's birthday: one / ?
→ until the end: one / ?
→ james and lily's first date
→ draco and harry's first anniversary
I’m sick and high on painkillers so have this illegible, crappy ramble.
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There were only 3 things in his life that Sirius couldn’t count; the Stars in the sky, the number of people he had killed and the number of times he had kissed Remus.
He counted everything else though.
Alphabet blocks on the carpet, lined up in even rows, in four rows of six. Leaves falling from the trees in the backyard. How many times he had been tagged by Regulus as they played, shrieking as they ran in huge circles in the field in front of the house.
Seconds, how many of them that Walburga screamed at him, from 300 to 600, 1800 to 7200, 10800 to 18000. Days, stretching out, the duration of a single summer.
He counted everything, from the stacks of paper in his notebook to the scratches on the walls above his bed. He counted all the Qudditch Matches won and the detentions received, counted the tiny golden flecks inside Remus’ eyes. Scars, hundreds of them, covering arms and ribs and backs, the number of nights in a row where he would wake up screaming.
He knew that it took 2 Crucios for him to scream and 6 to pass out, knew that if he could endure 37 Laceros on his body then he could endure 38. He would grab the corner of the table, let the wood dead marks into his hands, the tally running in his head. Just one more. I can take one more.
It took 15 Crucios and 5 hours of pain before he finally snapped, for him to finally leave. He remembers the look on Regulus’ face as he stepped out the door, left the Manor behind, apparated to James’ house and burst into tears.
He remembers the days, 2555 of them, every single year he had spent at Hogwarts and he had loved Remus for all of it. The 5 years they had dated, the 5 best years of his life and Sirius counted all of it.
4380 days spent in Azkaban, the biting wind and the darkness. 1095 days out of it, with Harry. 379 seconds, the amount of time it took for him to fall. 16 seconds, the amount of time it took for him to die.
Word count: 800
Warning: VERY PURE FLUFF
A/N: For the loml @maraudersftw. ik it can’t compare to anything you write, but accept this humble cheering pill that I put together in like 30mins <3 (in honor of our fav fiction gal’s bday)
Pairing: Jily
“You’re a jerk, do you know that?”
James’ lips drew a slight, smitten smile. “I’ve been told so by one or two people, yeah.”
“One or two hundred,” breathed Sirius, and Remus smacked him round the head – because “I don’t plan on finishing the essay for you this time.”
@writingwitchly that was so completely sweet!!!! 😍😍😍😍!!!!
Quick ficlet for Harry’s Birthday I started late last night but then fell asleep so had to finish today. Ginny and the kids make Harry Breakfast in Bed.
“Mummy says you aren’t allowed downstairs.”
“Does she now?”
“Yes, go back to sleep, Daddy!”
“What are you lot up to, Jamie?”
“Nothing!”
“Alright, do I get a Birthday Hug at least?”
“No!”
“No?!”
“It’s not your birthday until you wake up and you aren’t allowed to be up yet!”
“I see, can I get a Goodnight Hug, then?”
James paused and considered. “Okay. Goodnight, Daddy!”
From the kitchen, Ginny heard her eldest child whoop and giggle as his father scooped him up into his customary goodnight bear hug.
“Daddy!” cried Albus, who ran into the hall to join, adding a squeal to his brother’s laughter.
“Get back here you traitors!” she called after her offspring. She didn’t follow, however, as she had three frying pans to watch over on the stove.
Lily, who was strapped to her back, also joined in on the excitement. But as she was unable to crawl after the boys, she made do with some gurgles and erratic tugs to Ginny’s hair.
“I know, Li-Lu,” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet to settle Lily and maybe dilodge her from her hair. She’d cropped it short soon after having kids, but Lily, who sported her own ginger fuzz on her head, was currently faced with the back of Ginny’s head while she tried to figure breakfast.
