Heidi spent nine months in the pound gnawing on the bars of her kennel and, as of today, she has spent nine months gnawing on everything in my house. From this day forward, Heidi has spent more time in a home than she did in the pound. And that’s honestly wonderful.
I’ve said much lately regarding Liam and his & his teams promo of Strip That Down and his situation, but I need to get this out, then I’m officially done with speaking on it. I have been part of this fandom for 4 years. I have watched this fandom rally around each of the guys in moments of despair in moments of joy and love and frustration. I have watched this band give back everything they have to this fandom & then some. I have seen friendships develop because of this band, my own friendship with my best friend which I wouldn’t trade for the world. I have found love thanks to this band and I know well each and every one of you have in some ways found those same things. I understand that liams promo has been something else which is the number one reason it should appear as shady af to all of you instead of bashing him your support was more needed than ever. You have rallied for each of the guys getting them chart numbers and mass love and appreciation and yet when Liam needed you the most you failed. I get you may not agree with everything that’s been said but if you truly stop and look, take your blinders off, step away from Larry, babygate 1.0, and every other thing that has you blinded to just how fucked up Liams situation is, you’d see just that. It’s fucked up. Nothing about his promo has been normal. Debut singles are promoted for that, not promo for his personal life and stunts. You have all given so much to this band and they in return, Liam especially, whether you choose to admit that or not. He needed you all this week the way you were there for Harry’s, Nialls & Louis with Steve, he needed you to give back to him the way he has for years. He needed your support and love to achieve something he’s DREAMT of his entire life and you let him down. So so many of you. My heart utterly breaks for him because you’ve fallen to exactly what this promo was. I hope you’re all happy with yourselves. Regardless of whether you love the song or not he’s part of one d and has over and over made that clear to you, you could’ve at least not voted against him in every poll you saw. The other boys all had their moments, they all deserved it & so did Liam. Thank you for truly showing me what so many of you are made of and who you are, I’ve truly never been so disappointed.
When James parents died they left him their whole estate, but Godric’s Hollow was special, it was him and Lily’s wedding gift and the charming, secluded hamlet suited them just fine, so that is where the newly-weds decided to live.
It soon transpired that James had no clue how to furnish a house, and so Lily and Sirius teamed up to make this place a home.
Lily started with the sitting room, buying two enormous comfy sofas that could swallow you whole as you curled up and read a book from the equally enormous antique bookcase she bought and filled, with Remus’ help.
Sirius bought an entire stores worth of kitchenware, because if there is one thing he had learnt from his days cooking with the house elves, it was that you never knew what you were going to need.
‘What even is a turkey thermometer and why do I own one?’ ‘Shut up Prongs you didn’t know what a baking tray was until two days ago.’
Lily also purchased an assortment of flowers which she placed on every bare surface of the house, adding splashes of colour all over the place.
Peter, who was quite allergic to pollen, couldn’t stop sneezing wherever he went.
‘I fell attacked in my own home!’ ‘Pete, you don’t live here.’
Sirius and Remus are very big on the whole matching sets thing, and so came the his and her loofahs, his and her sink, his and her arm chair by the fireplace. Sirius even bought a ‘Mr & Mrs calendar collection’. Remus reassured a panicking James that Sirius had done the same thing with their apartment.
James and Lily spending an entire weekend painting bedroom walls a specific shade of cream that James had picked (Lily couldn’t tell the difference between three identical shades of cream, but James had been persistent that each one had a different ‘aura’)
James accidentally swinging his arm around and wiping a huge line of paint across Lily’s face in the process.
‘Potter!’ ‘Oh god, I’m so sorry babe I didn’t mean-’
Lily’s paint brush crashing not-so-accidentally into James face.
The next 15 minutes being a paint war between the two as the cover each other in more paint than is one the walls, laughing hysterically and it ending in a paint soaked kiss on the floor.
Three weeks of hard work later and the house is finished. It is finally a place the Potters and sometimes Sirius can call home. They can relax and focus on fighting a war.
And then Lily gets pregnant.
And the quiet life in Godrics Hollow has to prepare to become a lot noisier.
But no one is complaining (well Sirius is a little bit because he is usually the centre of attention, but Moony shuts him up.)
James is freaking out because raise a baby? In this house? In this war?
Lily is like husband, calm yourself, here have one of these 8 different parenting books Remus and I have been reading.
Sirius makes it his personal task in life to design the perfect nursery for this kid, and so seals himself semi-permanently in the second bedroom to work on it. No one is allowed in until it is finished.
Peter goes out and buys a pram and a high-chair, James and Lily really appreciated the gesture, they hadn’t been seeing enough of Peter recently.
Remus buys a collection of children’s books that he wants to read to the newborn, he has been saying all this time he would be terrible with a child, but everyone can tell he is secretly over the moon with excitement.
Lily is the first one to begin child-proofing, when she moves the knife block into high cupboard one day, and James is confused so he asks what child-proofing actually is.
James Potter becoming obsessed with child proofing.
I mean he finds every single corner in the house, I mean every. single. one., and places a foam buffer on it. He hides every mildly sharp object from scissors to hairbrushes.
‘Really James?’ ‘Lily, you don’t understand, what if it poked it’s eye out with it by accident?!’ ‘…’
He buys a safety gate for the stairs, he buys locks for the toilets seats, he replaces the flower vases with plastic ones, he buys cushions for the dining chairs, he throws out the food processor and tries to throw away the toaster, but Remus eventually takes matters into his own hands and stops the rampage.
Then, one month before the baby is born, Sirius unveils his nursery.
He’s hand painted all the furniture, from the crib to the tiny bookcase, each in there own individual pastel colour.
He has put a mobile over the crib, its of the solar system, and its charmed to also show the phases of the moon. He also added in Sirius the star as an extra orbit.
There is a fully stocked changing table in one corner and a full chest of drawers in the other.
But the real showstopper what he painted on one of the walls.
Its a kind of mural. Of a Forrest full of trees and plants with a small clearing at the centre. Walking into the clearing is a large black dog accompanied by a equally large grey wolf with a small rat hurrying along between their feet. Lying down nuzzled together in the middle of the clearing however, is a stag and doe, dozing peacefully, curled around a small fawn that lies in between them.
The Marauders, Completed. I written above the image.
James has tears in his eyes as he hugs his brother, he is so grateful.
Then Harry is born and the house comes alive with life and joy and the Potters pour their love into their son.
Remus and Sirius would come over almost every day to play with Harry, Peter would join them as well sometimes and the laughter would carry on through the night as the small house vibrated with happiness.
Then the prophecy happened.
Remus and Sirius couldn’t come over any more, neither could Peter.
The house seemed to dull slowly as the absence of the men took it’s toll.
The flowers wilted as Lily couldn’t go out to buy her favourite fertiliser anymore, and James broke the stair gate one day by accident, but couldn’t go out to buy a replacement.
A certain darkness seemed to want to creep into the house as James and Lily’s greatest project and comfort, had become their prison.
But, as always, the couple took this in their stride, determined for this to make them stronger rather than weaker, if not for themselves then for Harry, who mattered more to them than anyone else.
Lily dried and pressed the wilted flowers to make decorations for the walls, and James used the kitchen tools Sirius had bought to craft a new gate for the stairs.
They focused their energy on Harry, who although couldn’t go out to the park, go still be zoomed around the house by James with a small levitating spell, or slide down the stairs with a mattress on Lily’s lap, or fall asleep to one of Remus’ stories in a pillow fort his parents had built him.
And whenever James was missing Sirius more then usual, or Lily was wishing Remus was here to make hot chocolate for them all, they could look at that mural on the wall and know that, one day, everything would be okay.
Because although their world was crashing down, Lily and James Potter loved each other enough to build themselves a new one.
Until one dark night on Halloween, after a day of carving pumpkins no one else would see and eating candy they couldn’t give to other children, Harry Potter lost everything. Because the home his parents had so loving built, was blown apart by someone who could not love. He lost the big sofas you could sink into, and the industrial amount of kitchen utensils. He lost a baby gate and foam corners. He lost a master bedroom that still had hand prints on the walls from where his parents has played. He lost bundles of calendars made for years to come. He lost a collection of books selected just for him to enjoy. He lost two people who sacrificed everything they could, just to keep him safe. And when that curse rebounded, everything in its path was destroyed.
And in its path was a mural, of a little Forrest somewhere, with a black dog, a wolf, a rat and and family of deer, all looking with love at the little fawn below.