Random Lily Evans Pictures For Your Brain:


- Lily Evans, in charms class, standing in the middle of a river, everyone is looking at her, she is horrified, she has said the spell wrong, James is giggling.

- Lily Evans, eating breakfast, waving her fork around, it has egg on it, her hair is everywhere, she is talking to a second year next to her who looks like she is looking at the sun, the second year is correct.

- Lily Evans, in bed, surrounded by tissues, red nose, looks like death, yelling loudly at Sirius in the doorway because he decided to move the tissue box, he is very afraid, everyone is very afraid.

- Lily Evans, writing in an exam, there is ink on her nose, her foot is tapping, she is biting her lip, there is twenty minutes to go, she has doodled a star in the corner of her paper.

- Lily Evans, standing in the hallway, it is very dark, she is holding her wand, she has heard a noise, her hair is tucked behind her ears, she hears the noise again, it is just Peter who has dropped his jam donut, she turns around, turns him into a bed sheet, later she will apologise 268 times for this.

- Lily Evans, wearing James Potters shirt, standing in his dorm, he is staring at her very hard, there is a scab on her left knee because she fell yesterday chasing Sirius to history of magic, she scratches her head, the sun is in the window, he is still staring, “what are you looking at” she asks him, “you” he says.

Homecoming

It was the summer after they had graduated

James and Lily had bought their first home together. But before they could move in, James was called on an Order mission.

So, Lily was left to move in alone awaiting her fiancé to return home…

It seemed like she had been waiting for days….

months…

even years.

She was starting to get scared that he wasn’t going to come home. 

She had no one to talk to because Sirius, Peter and Remus were on their own missions….

Until one night….

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  • Remus doesn’t know if it’s a good idea. He’s never been good at living with someone else, his several attempts at finding a roommate during college ended up in pain and that time he was bunking on Alice’s couch for three months wasn’t better. He just generally doesn’t like sharing his space.
  • It’s different now. He’s been going out with Sirius for almost two years. Sirius has to move out of James and Lily’s flat because they plan to have a baby and Remus knows every one of their friends expects him to move in with Remus. Hell, Remus himself expects Sirius to move in, he loves him and wants it to work out. But he’s not sure.
  • There’s something very weird in living with your boyfriend. Awkward. How are you supposed to be romantic or stuff when you live together?
  • “Do you want to come by tonight? I have that cake you like.” 
  • “Yeah, I know. I’m the one who made it.”
  • Or
  • “Love, I had such an awful morning.”
  • “No wonder you put salt in my coffee.”
  • See? Awkward. Not that Remus knows it from experience. He never dated anyone long enough to live together, which is why it’s twice as scary.
  • When Sirius does move in, Remus expects like two cars of clothes or so. He doesn’t expect two lonely bags and shopping all day because “Moony, new place means new clothes!”. He doesn’t expect to quite enjoy it. 
  • Actually, Sirius is not hard to live with. He’s tidy even while painting and… Wait, is it a paint stain on Remus’s book? Never mind.
  • Yes, he isn’t tidy at all while painting, but Remus, to his own great surprise, doesn’t find himself annoyed at it. He grows to appreciate red and black smears on his “The Picture of Dorian Gray” copy.
  • It isn’t completely easy at first though. He and Sirius have a real fight over drying mugs techniques and Remus can’t find any of his socks because Sirius puts them all in one place and while it makes perfect sense it doesn’t make any sense for Remus. He doesn’t appreciate finding brushes in the sink and Sirius doesn’t like his concept of enough food to live for a week (which it tons of chocolate and cheese and the closest snacks he can reach). Remus likes to read before sleep and Sirius can’t fall asleep with the light on. Remus doesn’t like being woken up in the middle of the night to check if he turned off the iron. Oh, and never ending hair products deal.
  • “Why did you take my hairbrush again? Yours is right next to it.”
  • “I’ve got my own hairbrush?”
  • Lily and James laugh at them when they come by, saying that they just need time to get used to it. 
  • Sirius gives Remus a smile at that and goes back to making pancakes for some kind of brunch, humming along the radio and arguing with James over football. Lily looks at Remus knowingly and Remus asks her if they already thought about the baby’s name. If James and Lily are right, that time is totally worth it. Will be worth it as long as he gets to see Sirius smiling in his kitchen.
Harry’s First Birthday Party

This is the AU where everyone is alive and nothing hurts.

It’s 20 July, 1980 just outside of London. Lily and James Potter are spending an evening together in the kitchen with their infant son, Harry, and a bottle of wine. James is trying his best to feed Harry, who is not entirely excited about having to sit in his high chair. Between spoonfuls of mush, James leans over towards Lily, who feeds him a bite of the pot roast she made for them both, followed by a kiss.

“Do you remember? It’s almost Harry’s birthday!” Lily mentions.

“Just a few weeks, yeah?”

“I’ve already asked everyone to come over. Marlene and Moony are coming, definitely.”

“Lils…I know it’s our son’s birthday, but are we going to have booze?”

“Of course we’re going to have booze, James! We’ll have beer and wine and I’m going to make a cake.”

James drops the spoon he’s using to feed Harry.

“Lils. let me make the cake,” he says, catching Lily off-guard. James flashes a proud smile, beaming with fatherly love. “The cake, Lily. Let me make it. It’s my first-born son’s first birthday, I want to make the cake!”

“Love, you don’t bake.”

“I can learn to bake a cake for my son, Lily! It will be great!”

The day of the party comes, and the Marauders and crew are all arriving. Peter and Moony are the last to arrive.

Peter arrives first and comes through the back door into the kitchen, where Lily is putting together another tray of cheeses and meats, finishing off her first glass of wine. She says hello and hugs Peter tight.

“How is James’s cake?” he asks.

“Somehow, he managed to turn it into more of a pudding. I’m not sure how he managed it. He says he’s proud of it but I’m not sure any of us can actually eat it…”

“You’re not surprised, though, are you?”

“Of course I’m not surprised, that’s why I asked if you’d bring a cake. He’d kill me if he knew I made a cake in case his didn’t come out.”

“So you asked me be the one that didn’t believe in James’ baking.”

“But you DON’T believe in James baking.”

Peter hands Lily a cardboard box with a beautiful vanilla cake with chocolate-hazelnut frosting inside. They put it on a platter and pull out a knife to cut it when Remus arrives through the same door. After the hellos and the hugs, Remus presents a cardboard box with a cake inside.

“What’s this?” Lily asks.

“Well, you mentioned James was making a cake. I don’t trust his baking so I made a cake so we could eat something sweet.”

They all laugh, and bring both cakes out to the party, where James has just set his own cake down on the table.

“Neither of you thought I could make a cake?! I can’t believe you, the both of you!! I can bake!”

“You know,” Peter begins, “baking is a lot like Potions. It’s very exact. And we know just how good you are with potions!”


Artwork is by a good friend and a wonderful artist, Anna. You can find her at @adantuunes

In the photo from left to right are Lily, Remus, Peter, Harry, James, Mary, Sirius, and Marlene

you can rest easy knowing hedwig was well looked after in the afterlife; it was confusing and terrifying and sad at first but a little while after arriving she felt a light weight on her head and looked up to find her boy, harry potter, staring warmly down at her and smoothing out her feathers, just like he always did

except… he had hazel eyes? and he looked a bit older than hedwig remembered, and who was that red-haired woman with him?

hedwig is confused again. but harry is here, and all is well, so she tucks her head under her wing and falls fast asleep.

The Great Marauder’s prank wall headcanon
Okay but imagine this…
-The Marauders having a wall in the dorm covered with paper
-It starts out when James writes a note to Sirius about the potions homework
-Then it just becomes the default place to stick reminders and notes that are just never taken down again
-Then Remus takes a risk and adds a photo of the four of them at the end of the first year
-The photo stays up and is quickly joined by hundreds of others
-When Sirius starts writing really bad poetry he sticks that up there too
-The others like to write feedback to him
-James kind of misses the point of ‘constructive’ criticism
-“PRONGS HOW IS ‘THIS IS CRAP’ GOING TO HELP ME IMPROVE MY ARTISTIC PROSE”
-When the war starts they stick up articles about disappearances they want to solve
-A shrine is made in one corner to commemorate those lost
-When they leave they each sign the wall with non-removable ink
-They also write one thing they want to try and do before they die
-When the war is over Mcgonagall finds the wall
-On it is written the following
-'Before I die I want to make peace with my brother’
-'Before I die I want to gain control’
'Before I die I want to have a whole bunch of kids with the best woman ever and then they’ll all form a super Potter quidditch team’
-And last of all in the smallest and neatest writing it says
-'Before I die I want to not be afraid’
-Mcgonagall takes everything down and puts it in a large box
-She sends it to Harry anomalously
-She adds a note saying this
-'Before I die I want to be outlived’

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                         “I think… if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads,
                                then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.”
                                                                                                           ~ Anna Karenina