Okay but the AU where Harry gets a snake instead?

Imagine if the snake curls up next to him in the cupboard and comforts a crying Harry by hissing, “I remember my old owner. He was just like you. Small and scared. His parents would yell at him too.”

“They’re not my parents,” Harry explains. “My parents d-died.”

The snake stares at him for a while before saying, “I see.”

They’re on the Hogwarts Express and the snake angrily hisses at Malfoy.

“My owner knew his father,” he hisses to Harry. “He was vile and cruel. He made my owner do terrible things.”

The snake drops a few other glimpses of backstory as the years pass. He’s the one who tells Harry that his father used to be a Quidditch player.

“My owner always told people that your father wasn’t that great; he’d then talk to me in the middle of the night, when nobody else could hear, whispering all of the plays that your father did and how great they were. I never cared much for it; snakes have no use for broomsticks and flying. It was nice to see how happy he was.”

“He liked Quidditch then? Your owner?”

“Oh, yes. I remember one time he took a Bludger to the stomach. He ended up going to the hospital wing. His brother broke into his dorm to get me. He knew that I would make him feel better.”

“S-sorry. Did you say he took a Bludger to the stomach?”

In the second year, he tells Harry that his owner was a descendant of Slytherin and that he was still extremely brave and extremely kind.

During Potions Class one day, everyone talks about how Harry is the Heir of Slytherin. Malfoy sneers that he even has a pet snake. Snape freezes before turning away. He knew another boy with a pet snake.

In The Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry nervously asks the snake, “How well did you know Sirius Black?”

“Well,” the snake replies.

He doesn’t say anything else on the matter.

Harry brings the snake along to Lupin’s office one day (the cat makes him nervous). Lupin nearly faints upon seeing him and when Harry assures him that he’s not dangerous, Lupin quickly says, “N-no, I know. It’s just…it’s funny…he looks so much like…well…he can’t be, now, can he? …Can he?”

At the end of Goblet of Fire, Harry tells the snake that Voldemort is returned, causing his whole slithering body to shudder. 

“Then it didn’t matter,” he hisses. “His sacrifice didn’t matter in the end.”

“Who, Cedric?” Harry says miserably. “His sacrifice mattered.”

“No,” says the snake. “I didn’t mean him.”

Harry is confused but doesn’t press it.

Besides, he was used to being confused.

Like when he entered the narrow corridor of 12 Grimmauld Place and the snake excitedly hissed that he was home. Or when Sirius saw the snake and immediately teared up. Or when Kreacher saw him and burst into tears.

Harry didn’t understand but that was okay. He still loved the snake profusely, despite the confusion that surrounded him.

And perhaps it would have given a trembling eighteen-year-old some comfort to know that when he left his snake at the pet shop in Diagon Alley, pulling him from the locket that hung on his neck, he was going to end up in good hands.

Indeed, I think it would have given him a tremendous amount of comfort.

And of course, since this is an AU, I’d like to imagine that the snake would have survived the flight to the Burrow in the seventh book.

But even if he hadn’t, he would have had another loving owner waiting for him.

He would have been okay.

dark-chestnut  asked:

5/6/7 from the most recent prompts list with wolfstar????? Sorry again I've really gone wild with the requests recently lol

omg don’t be sorry I LOVE requests!

I chose 6) “Hey, hey, calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore.”

In which the thing that causes Sirius to run away from home is being badly beaten by his mother.

**mention of abuse**

Remus’ window was open, letting the warm, August night air in while he slept.

He was woken by something tumbling through that window.

He was up in an instant, startling so hard his slammed his head against his low, slanted ceiling. His first instinct should have been to reach for his wand, really, but instead his hand went to his head, feet curling under him, away from the intruder. Instead, he let a whimper out, squeezing his eyes shut despite himself, his mind going to the last time something had come through his window.

For a moment, all he heard were harsh, shuttering breaths. He wrapped his arms around his knees, tucking his chin under them.

Please be dreaming. Wakeupwakeupwakeup-


Remus’ thoughts froze, his eyes opening in the dark space between his arms. He lifted his head, slowly, eyes wide. Because it wasn’t Greyback that had fallen into his room…

“Wh- Sirius? What are you doing-“ Remus’ eyes widened. The panic that had just left his chest flooded it once again as he took in Sirius’ appearance, “What hap…”

He cut off once again at the look on Sirius’ face. Through the black eye, the bloody temple, the split lip, Remus saw the fear; the familiar fear that only crossed Sirius’ face because of one person. Remus’ heart clenched.

“Oh Merlin… Oh god, Pads-“ He pushed himself off his bed, falling to the floor on his knees in front of Sirius, taking his shaking form in his arms. He felt Sirius’ hands grip the fabric of his t-shirt against his back.

“I- I left Reg there-“ Sirius gasped, breaths coming in harsh, sporadic intakes, “I left him-“

“Shh..” Remus rocked them slowly, trying to calm himself along with Sirius, “They don’t hurt Regulus, love. It’s always-“ His voice caught, eyes burned at the thought, “It’s always you… You were right to get out, okay? You were right.”

Remus felt Sirius fall limply into his chest, nose buried in his neck, and he just held him as tight as he could, fingers running over his spine, hand stroking through his hair. He seemed to finally be relaxing, when he suddenly flinched against Remus’ chest, breathing picking up again. Remus checked himself, trying to figure out what he’d done, but when he felt Sirius’ hot tears on his skin he realized. Sirius was just reliving the abuse, over and over.

“Hey, hey… Pads, it’s okay,” Remus pressed his lips to his temple, right by Sirius’ ear, “It’s okay…” He said softly, “They can’t hurt you anymore, I’ve got you…. I’ve got you.”

Sirius let out a shaky breath, “I know.” He wrapped his arms around Remus’ neck, bringing himself closer to the only person he needed right then, the only person he believed when he say they can’t hurt you.

I’ve got you I’ve got you

Sirius let Remus encompass him, let him bring warmth back into his body, “I know you do…”

anonymous asked:

ok i know this is technically a remus blog, but i looove your headcanons and was wondering if you had any headcanons about harry and a godfatherly sirius? their relationship is honestly my favorite one in the books.

Do I? Do I?

Oh, boy, do I.

  • Harry was the collective Marauder Baby, right, but James was Sirius’ best friend. Harry was like his baby, too.
  • Not really, because haha Prongs, I actually like sleeping and not cleaning spittle out of my–ow.
  • But in a weird way Sirius didn’t expect, Harry was–important. Really important. He loved Harry immediately. And yeah, he was going to act childish and pretend to be jealous of the baby, that’s just how Sirius is. But… wow. Harry was just so tiny, and Sirius was just so proud of his mate and Lily, and just… wow.
  • It was Sirius who jokingly suggested, by the way, that they get that broom for Harry to ride that Lily mentions in her letter. He couldn’t actually get one himself at the time, but he *ahem* makes up for it, say, 12 years later.
  • Prongslet. It just has to be said.
  • Sirius coming over after an Order mission just completely exhausted, still bucking up the energy to bounce tiny Harry on his knee. But not long enough for Lily to come back with a cup of tea for him, because both of them would be asleep, mouths wide open and heads lolling, Harry tucked neatly in Sirius’ elbow.
  • Lily combing Harry’s hair. Sirius promptly messing it up.
  • “Don’t tell your mum, Harry. Yeah?” “*indistinct gurgling*”
  • If Sirius did smoke, he quit for Harry.
  • Punk Rock Sirius Black scrolling through the baby books at Flourish and Blotts
  • Speaking of, Wizarding baby books with moving pictures and sparkles
  • Sirius Orion Black travelling with Lily in the London Underground, with Harry strapped to his chest, ending up alone through some miscommunication or accident and going into the Ladies’ Bathroom to use the changing table after Harry starts to cry.
  • Fighting his way through changing a diaper by hand because of the Muggles. (Harry just giving this :/ look the entire time.)
  • Confidently coming out of there with only a little powder on his jacket, which Lily notices with a smile but doesn’t say anything
  • At least once Harry rode Padfoot to the kitchen.
  • Sirius gave Harry a black dog stuffed animal to keep Harry company when he was going away on Order missions for long periods. “He’s your Mini Padfoot, okay? He’ll keep you safe.”

Oh, boy, do I.