until the very end. 

it is a phrase whispered into the hands of lovers, into shoulders, into embraces and cuddles and love. it is a promise, an oath, a vow of protection and loyalty and bravery, binding a tousled dark head to a vibrant red.

until the very end. 

it is a man roaring, “lily, take harry and go!” it is the raising of a wand, the scrambling of feet, the wail of a child, a green flash. it is the thud of a body as it hits the ground, the clattering of glasses against the floor.

until the very end. 

it is a son, standing in the woods, facing Death. it is a father, addressing his child from the other side of a precipice, murmuring assurances to a new set of green eyes, a pledge he will not break–not this time. it is unbearable fear and pounding grief and bursting pride. 

until the very end. 

it is a hero, emerging from the ashes; a phoenix, reborn. it is the triumph of a battle won, the defeat of a madman, the breaking of a spell. it is the fulfillment of a wish, a promise, a vow born of love and bound by love.

until the very end. 

Honeydukes aesthetic
If only we had a sweet shop like this irl
I mean if only we had hogwarts irl

Dear Journal,

Today we were going back to Hogwarts. Mum didn’t want me to leave. I told her that I would write to her more often and she finally let go of my hand. I kissed her forehead and took hold of Sirius’ hand. Dad drove us to the train station where the train would be picking up students who went home for the spring break. We sat down in an empty cabin and the train started moving.

“I can’t wait to see James and Lily and Reggie and Peter and everyone!” Sirius said.

“Pads.. Look! We’re in the cabin we first met!”

“You know what that means..” He smirked.

He slowly pushed me on the soft bench and kissed me.

“ The first time I saw you, i felt something inside.. It’s the first time i felt love..” he said, looking in my eyes.

“I love you pads.”

“I love you Re.”

He layed his head on my lap and I opened my book.

“Can i take a nap on your lap?” He asked, yawning.

“Of course babe..”

“Can you play with my hair so I fall asleep?”

I didn’t answer. I just slipped my fingers in his black curls. He loved when I played in his hair. Is it dog related? Maybe.. i massaged his head and he let out a soft sight and rubbed his cheeks on my clothed lap. He stayed like this until we arrived to Hogwarts. We walked in the hall, heading to the common room and we saw James for afar. When he saw us, he ran and we ran too. We all collided in a hug.

“My boys! I missed you!” He said.

“We missed you too Prongs!” Sirius giggled.

“How about we go spend some good boy time at the bar tonight?” James asked.

“We’re 16 James..” i said.

“I can get us in.. So you guys up for it?” He asked.

“Hell yeah!” Sirius said.

“It’ll be fine Remus..”

“Okay.. But if we get caught it’s your fault!” I laughed.

“Sure whatever you want!” He laughed too.

Sirius went to spend some time with Regulus while I talked with Lily. When the sun came down, we walked to the common room to change and headed to Hogsmeade. When Sirius saw me, he gasped. I stole on of his leather jackets.

“Remus.. Merlin you look hot!” He said.

“You think so?” I asked.

“Merlin i can’t believe I can call you my boyfriend! God you look so good..”

His words made me smile. I felt handsome now. We walked to the bar and James talked to the doorman. He nodded and let us in. When we were inside, we leaned on a wall next to eachother and James got us drinks. The air was warm and humid and the music was loud. We talked and talked and talked until James and Sirius went on the dance floor.

“Come on moons!” Sirius said.

“I can’t dance babe you know that!” I said.

“I’ll dance around you.. it’ll make you look even hotter.. Please babe come with me!”

“Okay.. but don’t laugh at me!” I giggled.

I followed him through the crowd and tried to dance. I really tried. After a while, I needed fresh air so I told the boys I would be outside. There, a girl was leaning on the stone wall, smoking.

“Hey.. You go to Hogwarts right?” She asked.

“Hum.. I do.”

“Yeah I saw you a few times.. You’re pretty cute.. I’m Blake. I’m in Slytherin so you might not know me..” she said.

“Nice to meet you Blake. I’m Remus.” I smiled.

“Would you like to go on a date with me? You’re like really hot!” She laughed.

“I huh.. I actually have a boyfriend..” i said, feeling awkward.

“You don’t look like the gay type..” she laughed.

“Oh.. okay. I’ll go now..” i said.

“No wait! I didn’t mean it in that way.. I just, sorry I’m a bit direct.. But i’m glad you have someone in your life.” She smiled.

I didn’t say anything.

“Fuck! I have detention in five minutes! I gotta go! Have a good life Remus the hottie!” She said, walking away.

“Have a great life too Blake..” i laughed to myself. Weird.

I went back inside and found Sirius and James. James was kinda drunk and Sirius was a bit tipsy. We walked back to the castle and i got them both to bed.

“I had fun Moons. Thanks for coming with us.” James said, rolling in his bed sheets.

“You’re going to be hung over tommorow.. Goodnight Prongs.”

I walked back to our bed where Sirius was laying. He had no shirt on.

“Babe Come in bed i’m cold..” Sirius said.

“Then put a shirt on love!”

“No.. I want to feel you on my skin.. Come on!” He giggled.

“My back hurts..” I said, sitting on the side of the bed, taking my shirt off too.

“Do you want me to give you a massage?” He asked.

“You would do that for me?”

“Of course love! Lay down..” he said.

I layed down on my stomach and he massaged my back and shoulders. I let out a soft moan and he giggled.

“Are you feeling good?” He asked.

“Mhmm..” I mumbled.

“Is it because of the last full moon? Maybe you got yourslef hurt in the back..” he said.

“Mhmmaybe..” i mumbled.

“Sorry I’m gonna stop talking so you can relax.."He giggled.

He massaged my back a few more minutes until I felt sleepy. I thanked him amd he layed down next to me. He took me in his arms and i instantly fell asleep.

February 24th 1976

James: Soooo…. Lily… you know, you talking about sex in the prefect meeting.  That was… er… unexpected.

Lily: And your point is?

James: It was… great.  You and sex.  I mean, having sex with you.  I MEAN, you talking about sex.

Lily: James.  Your face has gone all red.

James: *Clears throat* You should talk about sex more often…

Lily: No.

James: Okay… but if you feel like it, you can always talk about sex to me.

Lily: I’ll… keep that in mind… *fake smiles*

a lot of weird headcanons about sirius black's life

- he was born blonde, shockingly blonde, to the point of being confused as some malfoy clone. walburga didn’t appreciate this. abraxas malfoy thought it was hilarious.

- when regulus was born, he cried and cried and cried, but he wouldn’t let the poor baby out of his sight. he slept on the floor of the nursery and tried to hold hands with regulus through the bars of the crib. his mother thought it was particularly odd but still couldn’t force sirius to leave until regulus was too old for the nursery

- by the age of four, sirius had words like “mudblood” on the tip of his tongue, thrown around the same way anyone else would use “jerk” or “idiot”. that’s just what it meant to him

- once, when he was seven, regulus tried to throw play-punches at sirius in a ship and sirius called him a mudblood out of retaliation. the storekeeper threw them both out and walburga held onto them both by the shoulders, whispering, “he doesn’t know what’s coming to him” and explaining to the boys that the word meant nothing bad at all.

- his mother used to burn photos of muggles in the daily prophet. she’d see them in the backgrounds of photos taken in the muggle world next to articles explaining the newest muggle technology and just burn them, muttering curses and saying, “you see, sirius, dear, this is what we must do to keep ourselves safe.” this was the first time sirius ever felt a gut instinct that his mother might have been wrong.

- his parents didn’t bat an eye when nine year old sirius sprinted into their living room and exclaimed that he was going to marry the handsome, male lead singer of the hobgoblins. “at least pick someone pureblood,” orion had said without lifting his eyes from the newspaper he’d been reading. sirius grinned.

- he loved his parents so much he cried when they dropped him off at platform nine and three quarters.

- when he was sorted into gryffindor, he had no doubt in his mind that his parents would accept him either way. they had loved him dearly, hadn’t they? (he didn’t get a letter back from them about it until two months letter.)

- he didn’t instantly become friends with james potter. they had a sort of competitiveness with one another for the first couple months of their first year, always outdoing each other in classes and racing on the grounds and “look, professor, my rat turned into a pincushion before potter’s -”, “no, it didn’t, his pincushion still has a tail -”  and “EVANS! hey, evans, see, black can’t do this on a broom, can he?”, “i can do way more with a broom than you can -”.

- they became friends through remus, who was forced to tutor them both (thanks to mcgonagall) in every class since they couldn’t bother to study when they were too busy trying to prove themselves to each other.  "you two would get along,“ remus remarked casually as he attempted to explain the proper way to flick your wand when turning a pin into a glass. potter and black looked at each other.  "no,” they said.  "well, maybe you two put together could make one proper wizard,“ remus said.  ”…he’s got a point there. my parents’ll kill me if they see one more bloody notice from mcgonagall about detention. shake on it, james?“ james grinned and held out his hand.

- peter pettigrew sort of got dragged along into this mess by sirius, who decided peter was kind enough to be part of their group when the other three of them started plotting out a way to map out the secret entrances of the castle so they could get into the kitchens at night. "sirius, i don’t think i can help -” peter said as sirius (literally) dragged him from their room and into the common room at midnight. “nonsense, peter! if we have four people instead of three, then we’ve got a better chance of survival-”  "survival???“  "yeah. you’re smart! professor flitwick said your charms are better than most of our year’s, remember?”  "well, um -“  "c'mon, pettigrew, you’re gonna get food out of this!”

- sirius realized muggles were people all on his own. it helped that when he met remus’ parents, his mother was the kindest woman he’d ever met, and she was a muggle, and if a muggle raised remus - the kindest boy he’d ever met - then how bad could they be? 

- severus snape was not his worst enemy as much as he was the person that was supposed to “fix him” and “keep him away from the gryffindor boys”, according to his parents. he didn’t quite hate snape until he realized this was the whole reason severus started talking to him in the first place.

- sirius says, “so james says you’re a werewolf?”  and remus says, “mhmm.” so sirius says,  "that’s… awful. i’m sorry.“  and remus says, ”’s alright. you’re not scared, either?“ and sirius says, definitively, "i’ll help you, okay? whatever you need. you’re just remus. the werewolf part of you is just a bonus.” and remus smiles.

- walburga black started ignoring him completely during his second year. his summers were more lonely than he thought they ever could be, especially when his letters from the potters, from the lupins, and the pettigrews were shredded and burned before he ever saw them.

- their third year in a nutshell: “james.”






"for the love of merlin, i am trying to SLEEP; could you two please just make out and shut up already?”

“sorry, moony." 


- sirius black started kissing girls in broom closets during their fourth year just to see what it was like. he wasn’t gay, you know, just… he liked both. (he thought.) and girls were pretty. and they thought he was pretty. and it made sense, yeah? it made sense to kiss them. it wasn’t fireworks or anything… more like sparks. (maybe if he loved them, it would’ve made a difference. that’s what he told himself, anyway.)

- his best friend, by far, was lily evans. she’d kind of decided to kick his ass when he left marlene in tears after he kissed her and said he wasn’t interested in dating, and well, sirius kind of loved her for it. she yelled and yelled and yelled at him and all he could do was give some shit-eating grin and say “sorry. do you wanna hang out at hogsmeade next week?” and she just glared at him and said, “i’m not going on a date with you, asshole” and he just said, “god, no, i’d never date you - no offense, but james would kill me. you just seem fun.” and they did have fun. and they never looked back. 

- his favorite subject was transfiguration for no reason other than that mcgonagall was the mother to replace his real mother slipping through his fingers.

- sometimes sirius would slip up and say mudblood, and his friends would all look at each other and they’d say, “sirius-” in that voice only mothers use to scold their children, and sirius’ eyes would get all wide and he’d bow his head and he’d say “sorry” and he’d say it over and over and over again until he thought he purged the word out of his system.

- he started kissing boys in fifth year. no one who knew him thought it was all that strange, but those who didn’t certainly did.

- grimmauld place was so empty and lonely and cold every summer that he started cutting up the walls in his bedroom and talking to the portraits instead of his family. he decided to run away when regulus stopped looking him in the eye, slipped out of his house in the middle of the night after packing his bags, and showed up on the potter’s doorstep as padfoot. he cried himself to sleep when they took him in.


- albus dumbledore once told him that he would amount to things far greater than he could ever imagine. he never forgot that, either, through everything.

- the second they graduated, he joined the order of the phoenix and feared for his friends’ lives.

- one time, in the middle of the night, when the death eaters started picking off powerful witches and wizards one by one, after they’d lost so many people, sirius and remus stayed up all night at remus’ place. they huddled together, side by side, underneath a blanket, wands clutched in their fists like lifelines, watching their windows for any green lights that might go off. "remus?” sirius had whispered. “sirius?” remus had whispered back. he kissed remus then, for the first time. “i just needed to do that. at least once.” it was the only time, too.

- harry james potter was the light of his life. when he was born, sirius held his godson in his arms and sobbed great big happy tears, lily and james smiling at each other the whole time.

- he cared more that lily and james had passed than he did about them dragging him, kicking and screaming and aching, to azkaban for “killing peter”. 

- azkaban never treated anyone well, but sirius black lost every inch of who he used to be in there. the outgoingness, the laughter,, the dancing on tables, the kissing boys in broom closets, the shit-eating grins, the pranks, the late night talks, the sleep deprived and slurred phrases, the “mishief managed”’s, all that joy - just disappeared, just leaked out of him through the years of waste. he spent more years in that prison than he did with his best friends. he spent more years thinking about them than being with them.

- he was never as angry with peter as he should have been. he just couldn’t make himself despise him. he could want to kill him - he could be angry with him - but he just couldn’t, in his mind, think “peter” and “evil” were synonymous.

- when he saw harry again - he was almost embarassed. almost sad that he was the way he was, so shaggy and matted and broken, half the man he should’ve been for the boy he cared so deeply for, the boy who saved him. who saved all of them. but he could’ve cried out of happiness when he saw him. he wanted nothing more than to hug him, to hug this last little reminder of the man who used to be, this boy who would change his life. 

- when he saw remus again, he saw flashes of the lives they were supposed to have - lives they could have had. lives they couldn’t have anymore. he wanted nothing more than to hug him and kiss him and relish in how old they’d gotten and how young they still were.

- every time he saw harry, he was reminded of why he was doing this, why he was joining the order again, why he was fighting agan. in more ways than one. for james. for lily. for harry. for everyone.

- when sirius black died, sacrificing himself for people he loved, becoming a martyr - he died smiling.

Setting Sail - Mollyraesly - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James/Lily, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter
Characters: James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pirate, code, Reunions, Knives, Rum, Banter
Series: Part 3 of Jily Pirate AUs (Nah, She Didn’t)

Pirate AU for the February Jily Challenge
“He didn’t order rum. Not this time and not in a long while. But he wanted to. He wanted to very much.”

@petalstofish @jilyarchive @jilychallenge

secondstar-acorn  asked:

Lily I have a question for you. What would you see in the Mirror of Erised?

Lily: That’s a tough one.

Lily: It would have been to have Petunia love me again, but that’s already happened which I’m so happy about.  But I’d probably see myself with my future family and a world that’s peaceful and free of Lord Voldemort.

  • what she says: I'm fine.
  • what she means: Ok, but, like...who owned the Potters’ house after they died? Why didn’t it go to Harry? James and his family were wealthy, and the Potters had been well-established in Godric’s Hollow for a long time, so presumably their modest little house was not bank owned or under mortgage. I feel pretty confident that they owned it outright. And there was a war going on, they knew they were targets...there’s no way they didn’t have a will. Why didn’t their house go to Harry? Did the Ministry just, like...take it? Because they wanted it to be held in stasis as a memorial? That's creepy af. But what gave them the legal right? Is it because baby Harry didn’t pay property taxes for a few years, so the Ministry used that as an excuse to claim it? Who was the executor of the Potters’ will? Why didn’t someone take care of that and ensure the house was held in trust for Harry until he came of age? Was it Dumbledore who screwed this up? I bet it was Dumbledore. It's always Dumbledore... And what about all of their belongings??? Harry might not have wanted the house, but you can be pretty damn certain that he would have wanted some of his parents’ things...James’s old quidditch gear, Lily’s jewelry, family recipes, old photo albums...where the hell did everything go?? Is it...is it all still there....? In the house....? Oh god, that's a terrible creepy thought! Is it all just sitting there, in Ministry-owned suspension, while Hagrid has to beg James and Lily’s old school friends to send pictures because 11 year old Harry doesn’t know what his parents looked like??? What the hell is wrong with Wizarding society, and why did everyone treat literal angel child Harry James Potter this way???!!

James Potter:
- Was a bully
- Jinxed people when he was bored and laughed at it
- Was totally okay with Remus being a werewolf
- Became an unregistered animagus so that his werewolf friend wouldn’t have to suffer through the full moon alone
- Realized within a few years what a douche he was to people
- Changed for the better
- Loved his wife and his son with all his heart and wanted only what was best for them
- Joined the Order of the Phoenix as soon as he left Hogwarts
- Faced Lord Voldemort without a wand, in hope of buying Lily and Harry time, knowing that he stood no chance of surviving

Severus Snape:
- Thought muggle-borns were inferior
- Called his only friend “mudblood”
- Became a Death Eater
- Told Voldemort about the prophecy, bc he was 100% okay with killing an infant
- When he got to know that it was Lily’s son, he asked Voldemort to spare HER, not caring how she would feel to have her son and husband killed
- Bullied Harry simply because he was James’ son
- Bullied Neville until he became the poor boy’s WORST FEAR (that same poor boy who witnessed his parents get tortured to insanity by Bellatrix, yet SNAPE was his worst fear.)
- Shamed Hermione for her teeth until she cried. And then she permanently changed them.
- Threatened to kill Trevor when Neville failed to do a potion
- Used his position of power as a teacher to make students’ lives miserable
- Told everyone Lupin was a werewolf, and intended to get him fired - Knew that Sirius didn’t tell Voldemort the Potters’ location (I could explain how but I can’t bother now) but still wanted him to get a dementor’s kiss bc of what happened when they were 16 - Helped Harry in the end

But sure, go ahead and tell me Snape was a better person than James.