sirius black stands alone in front of the mirror of erised

he sees the same thing that harry does, but with more people. a younger, dorky-looking peter standing off to the side, remus smiling with his arm around harry’s shoulder, james and lily on either side of their child with their arms around each other, regulus in the background alive and happy

Dear Journal,

I woke up to a delicious smell. Sirius wasn’t in bed next to me. The sun was bursting from the windows. Note to self: put on the curtains today. I looked around at our new room. It was empty but so beautiful. I sat down in the sheets to put on some socks since the floor was kinda cold. Sirius never lets me sleep with socks. I stood up from the matress layed on the floor and walked to the kitchen. Sirius was making eggs leaned over the stove, with only his pijama bottoms. I leaned on the doorframe to look at him. He was searching in a box for plates. I couldn’t hold my giggles and he turned around noticing me.

“Oh goodmorning Re!” He smiled.

“Goodmorning babe. It smells good in here.” I said, hugging his bare thorso form behind.

“Does it? I tried not to make too much noise.” He giggled.

“Oh no it’s the sun that woke me up. Where did you find eggs here?” I laughed.

“There’s a small grocery shop down the street! The lady told me they had fresh eggs everyday!” He smiled.

“Tell me you didn’t go to that shop shirtless..” i smirked.

“I put on a jacket but i’m sure people would’ve enjoyed seeing my muscles..” he laughed.

We ate our delicious breakfast on our carton box table and decided to attack our unboxing right after it. We started with the kitchen. Sirius was on “build the chairs” duty while i was unpacking the plates and bowls.

“What’s that?” I heard Sirius say behind me.

He was holding bubble wrap in his hands.

“Oh babe that’s bubble wrap! We put it around fragile objects so they don’t break. You can pop the bubbles if you want. It’s fun, muggles do it all the time.”

“Weird. Is this some kind of game?” He asked, brows furrowed.

“You can say that!” I giggled at his cuteness.

He started popping the bubbles one by one. He was laughing at the noise. I continued placing the plates and bowls in the kitchen until I was completely done. I turned back to see a black dog jumping on the bubble wrap. Padfoot had his tongue out and his small paws were pressing on the bubbles.

“You like the bubble wrap?” I asked the pup.

He barked and continued jumping.

“I guess we can take a pause.” I said, smiling.

I sat down next to Padfoot and he jumped on me. He was licking my face and I couldn’t stop laughing. Well, we might not have time to unbox everything today!

I’ll write tonight.
-Remus
March 24th 1978.
*i changed the date so they wouldn’t be so young but there is no time jump!*

maybe instead of being bitter the rest of his life Snape should’ve improved himself and bettered himself to honor Lily’s memory and maybe lived life like she would have and been kind to everyone cause you never know what could happen to people you care about instead of just turning into a troll because she never loved him? just a thought

Baby boy

He was here.

He was here, looking as exactly as she imagined him; the spitting image of his father- exactly the same height with those lopsided glasses and that messy black hair that she’d once loathed, all those years ago, on James.

She couldn’t even comprehend ever loathing it on this boy. All she wanted to do was run her hands through it, to kiss the crown of his head and pull him to her chest. She wanted to cradle him as she’d done when he was young, to rock him through her tears, to tell him how loved he was and how she was so so sorry, and how she wished she could take back every single second they were apart. Because it didn’t matter that they’d died for a good cause, that they’d gone down fighting, sacrificing themselves for their son. All that mattered was that they’d left him alone, parentless, having to bear the burdens of the world on his own.

He was here.

So close, just in front of her, wearing those bright green eyes that had seemed far too big for him as a child. They still seemed too big now, laced with grief and fear- emotions that a teenage boy should never have to feel. She wished she could take away all that pain of his, carry it on her own shoulders, and she knew they all felt the same. Her eyes feasted on him, her heart split into two- half wanting to scream at him to get away from here, half wanting to hold him close and never let go.

He was here.

She itched to reach forward and touch him, but she was too afraid that she might collapse on the ground; the weight in her chest tugging her down was so heavy. She wanted to sob, she wanted to laugh out loud with relief that he was safe, he was here, he was hers. Her baby, her little baby. Look how grown up he was. She was so proud of him, more proud than he could ever know; she’d seen it all- how he built himself a new family from the rubble that was once his. She’s seen the way they love him, care for him, and as much as she hates to admit it, there is relief in the knowledge that he doesn’t need her anymore.

But she needs him.

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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.

You requested Jily, so Jily it is!! This took freaking forever, im not good at drawing people in profile and decided to add a background too so I was literally drawing for hours and hours. They’re having a fancy little autumn picnic 🍂

Anyway, enjoy :)

What if Lucius had died in the first war?

There seems to be a general consensus that Draco got most of his poor traits from his father and most of his good traits from his mother. So I wonder, what would have happened had Lucius been killed in the prior to 1981 and Draco had been raised solely by Narcissa?

Narcissa is fiercely loyal, especially towards her family, especially towards her son. She would (and does!) protect him at all costs as we see in both HBP and DH. So imagine how she would have reacted had she not had the (sometimes conflicting) loyalty to her husband or at least no reason to follow his idol.

Because had Lucius died in the first war, killed in action in a raid or something, the Dark Lord would have most likely brushed his sacrifice off saying something like he was not strong enough. After her husband’s death and that disrespect, Narcissa would most definitely have turned on the Dark Lord. Even if she still hated muggleborns, even if she still believed in pureblood supremacy, you can bet that she would be against the Dark Lord. When Bellatrix’s ideals were a threat to Draco’s life, Narcissa threatened her right back and hexed her for being in the way. If she would turn on family, just think what she would do to the man who took her husband away from her.

She would have gone straight to the Order of the Phoenix, plying her way with all the information she had learned from Lucius, all the tidbits she had overheard while eavesdropping in her own home. Imagine Sirius’ shock when he walks into the Order meeting and finds he ex-cousin (re-cousin?) sitting primly on Dumbledore’s right hand bouncing baby Draco on her knee, the Black mask of indifference firmly set on her face. That meeting runs long. Narcissa has more information about the Death Eaters organization than the Dark Lord ever intended anyone to have, especially an unMarked woman. Safe houses, hierarchies, inner circle members, spies, double agents, dark creatures who have been bullied or enticed into fighting, corrupted Ministry employees, intended targets, she tells them everything. But only after acquiring the vow of every single person in the room that they will protect her and Draco. She forces Dumbledore to make an Unbreakable Vow.

She had skillfully rid the Manor of the Dark Lord–an apparently weak woman, openly mourning her husband is poor company–but she still knows well enough to act meek when Death Eaters come by the Manor. They continue to drop hints at tea, make pointed insinuations at dinners and introduce her to the ‘particular friends’ at the occasional ball she deigns to attend. Through this, she maintains the Order’s dependence on her, feeding them each bit of information she gets; new targets (the Potters go into hiding), new members (Wormtail is outed before he has opportunity to do harm), relocated safe houses (after the the Hogsmeade location raid student recruitment for the Death Eaters dropped dramatically).

Regulus comes to the Manor one afternoon on the pretense of a family dinner and tells her that he knows she is the one feeding the Order information. She has her wand digging into his throat before he can say “Bludger”. Instead of threatening her, he begs her to take him with her; he has crucial information about how to defeat the Dark Lord. At the next meeting, Sirius walks in and chokes on air when he sees his brother sitting on Narcissa’s right playing peek-a-boo with Draco.

Draco and Harry are not enemies at Hogwarts. They meet as toddlers at Sirius’ post war celebration. Narcissa allows the friendship because while Lily might be a muggleborn, she was also instrumental in the Dark Lord’s death and besides, James is a pureblood, even if his line has always been rather liberal. Harry isn’t scared off when the Sorting Hat tells him that he would do well in Slytherin because even though Ron said, “there’s not a witch or wizard that went bad that wasn’t in Slytherin,” Harry knows that Reg and Cissy (”Regulus and Narcissa, Harry, please. I don’t care what Sirius says, he’s an idiot!”) were in Slytherin House and they’re both heros. Draco isn’t surrounded by poisonous frienemies or bulking lackeys because his longtime friend Harry is there with him and when some of the other Slytherins prove less than kind, Harry and Draco leave them in the dirt (quite literally, maybe Uncle Moony shouldn’t have taught them that spell so young) and find worthy friends from other houses. The Dark Lord doesn’t return, most everyone lives and all because Narcissa does revenge better than anyone.