Image finding Teddy Lupin lost in a crowd in Daigon Alley
Gif not mine.
Pairing: Remus x
Summary: You are
a local shop keeper on a supply run when you stumble upon a small, sobbing
child trying to find his father.
AU where Tonks dies in the war but Remus lived.
The streets of Diagon Alley were overflowing today, teeming
with excited children and stressed parents as they made their way down the
cobblestone alley, attempting to complete their school shopping for the
upcoming year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You yourself were
merely on a simple errand, the bakery that you owned was almost out of a few
supplies that you would have to run to a muggle store to retrieve.
As you made your way down the alley way, your ears perked at
the sound of what seemed to be a child crying. Concerned, you followed the
sound until you made your way to the ice cream shop, where you spotted a small
boy with blue hair huddled under a table, no parent in sight, balling his eyes
Slowly you made your way over to him, as no one else seemed
to have noticed him, and grabbed the rim of the green table, using it to swing
yourself below it and sit crisscrossed before the small sobbing child.
Beaming, you asked, “Why ya crin’?”
The child looked up, startled.
“I-I I lost my daddy!” he said through a wall of tears.
“Aww,” you cooed. “It’s going to be ok, is blue your
You motioned to his hair, the boy whipped his tears with the
end of his sleeve and nodded, his lip trembling as his stared at you.
“Blue is a nice color,” you mused, “Want to know what my
favorite color is?”
The blue haired boy nodded, his small fauxhawk bouncing up
and down as he did so.
With a quick motion, you slipped your hair from its
ponytail, shaking it wildly about, during the chaotic motion, your normally
(h/c) hair bean to turn a vibrant shade of pink. You looked up at the boy and
smiled mischievously at him, while he, in turn, looked back at you in awe.
“You, you’re like me!” he said, eyes lighting up while the
tears stopped streaming from his eyes. You bobbed your head up and down
“I’ve never met another one like me before,” you grinned.
“Me either!” he cried. Then, he looked up, a perplexed
expression crossing his small face. “Well, my mommy was like me. But she went
You attempted to not let a concerned expression cross your
face. Kids say strange things.
“Well, I have an idea on how to find your Da then, we can do
The boy’s eyes brightened. “Okay!”
“Okay,” you started. “SO your Da knows your favorite color
is blue right?”
The child nodded.
“So, I’ll turn my hair the exact same blue as yours, and you
can ride on my back, that way your dad will see all the blue and notice us!”
He smiled eagerly, “That’s a good plan!” he cheered.
“I thought so too,” you beamed holding your index finger up
while smiling smugly. You hoisted yourself up off the ground and held out your
“Oh, I’m (Y/N), by the way, what’s your name?” You asked
“I’m Teddy Lupin,” he smiled up at you as he put his itty
bitty hand in yours and let you hoist him up from under the table.
“That’s a very nice name,” you complemented.
An adorable name. Teddy.
“Thank you! Now turn your hair blue like mine!” Teddy jumped
up and down a few times, his eyes large as he watched you eagerly.
Chuckling, you shook your head once more, locks of pink hair
flying all around until they settled into the same shade of blue that covered
Teddy’s own head. You could hear the child laughing in delight, small hands
clapping together. You grinned as you tucked your now wild hair behind your
ears to get it out of your face.
“Now, I think we stand out pretty well, what do you think,
“Yes! Let go find my daddy,” he cheered. Grinning beside
yourself, you bent down and allowed him to climb atop your back so he was
riding piggy back.
“Okay, now you let me know if you see your daddy up there.
Do you know his name?”
“My daddy’s name is Remus, at least that’s what Uncle Harry
calls him,” Teddy said thoughtfully.
The name didn’t ring a bell, but you hadn’t expected it to,
to be honest. You were an American witch, having only moved here a few months
prior to date to open up the first British branch of your grandfathers bakery,
You began making your way through the bustle of the Alley, a
few passerby giving you and Teddy odd looks, but you ignored them as you
searched through the crowd, looking for a flustered single father, from above
you, you could feel Teddy rest his chin on your head, likely tired from the
crying he had done previously.
“Mr. Lupin,” you called, using a single hand cupped around
the side of your mouth. The other was placed under Teddy’s knees, making sure
he didn’t slip from your back.
“I don’t see him, (Y/N),” Teddy whined from above you.
“We’ll find him,” you reassure as you make your way down the
street towards Magical Menagrie’s. Teddy didn’t remember where he was when he
lost his Da, only that he had been distracted and that he let go of his hand
and was swept away in the crowd. He hadn’t known how long he’d been crying
either, there under the table were he’d managed to escape the current of
“Hmm, if only there was a lost and found here,” you mused.
“You’d leave me in a box?!” Teddy accused.
Laughter tumbled from your mouth, “Well when you put it like
that it sounds ba-”
“Teddy!” a voice called from the crowd. Your head whipped
around towards the sound of the voice, blue hair flying dramatically, (e/c)
eyes scanning the crowd until they fell on a man waving his hands frantically.
“There!” Teddy cried, “That’s my daddy!”
“On it!” you nodded, determination set in your face. You
marched out into the street, using your wand to usher some people along and out
of your way so it would be easier to reach the father known as Remus.
“Daddy!” Teddy cried as you reached the man. You bent down,
allowing him to slip from your back and stumble towards the older man excitedly
to hug him. Remus hoisted the child up, hugging him tightly.
“I was so worried,” you hear him mumble into Teddy’s hair.
You smiled softly, a feeling of warmth spreading through your chest as the
father and son were reunited.
“I was too,” Teddy said, smiling, “Then (Y/N) found me!” he
wiggled out of his father’s grasp and ran over to you, grabbing the hem of your
tee-shirt and dragging you over to his father.
Remus was older than you, you’d say about 5-10 years or so,
but he was still quite handsome, even with the few scars that decorated his
face, you briefly wondered how he acquired them before your attention was snatched
up by Teddy.
“Daddy, look what me and (Y/N) can do!”
Practically vibrating with excitement, Teddy began to wildly
shake his head like you as he had his hair turn pink. Then, he looked to you
with expecting eyes. You giggled, shaking your hair has you had done before,
sending the already messy locks fling about once more, you loved the dramatic
effect, but now your pink hair was going to take a while to get under control
Remus looked in-between the two of you, a ghost of a smile
playing on his lips.
“See daddy, (Y/N) is just like me! ‘Sept her favorite color
“Well that is very interesting,” Remus said, bending down on
one knee to be eye level with his son. “And whose idea was it to turn both of
your hair blue?”
“Oh, it was “(Y/N)’s, she’s REALLY smart. Did you see it
from far, far away?”
“I surly did, it was a brilliant plan, Ms. (Y/N), thank you
for helping us,” he turned his green eyes on you, and you could see the
appreciation swimming in them.
“It was no trouble at all,” you bounced on your heels,
smiling as you held your finger up, a habit you had picked up from reading too
much muggle manga. It started off as a joke that was now your reality. “In
fact, we had a lot of fun.”
Teddy bobbed his head up and down beside his Da. “She’s like
me.” He repeated, a broad smile on his face. Then his eyes widened, a smirk
made its way to his lips before he leaned over to his father to whisper
something in his ear, which caused the older man’s cheeks to flush.
“Teddy,”… “We don’t even know”… “she helped me” …“like
me”…”not ready”…”fine” were only a few snippets of whispers you could hear from
where you were, and no, you were not eavesdropping- you just hadn’t been
Finally, after a secret meeting that Teddy seemed to have
won, Remus rose you his feet, smiling kindly at you.
“How would you like- if you aren’t too busy that is- to join
us for dinner tonight? To show you our thanks? Teddy would like to have his
aunt Molly make you his favorite pie, he thinks you’d rather enjoy it.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose,” you said awkwardly.
“Nonsense,” Remus started.
“Please (Y/N)!” Teddy begged.
“It’s honestly the least we can do,” Remus finished, offering
you a warm smile. Your heart skipped a beat and you fought the urge to blush.
“Sure, why not?” You grinned.
A look of relief passed over the older Lupin’s face at your
“How does six sound?”
“Six sounds perfect,” you smile.
Remus gives you his address and thanks you once more, whilst
Teddy hugs your leg and tells you that he can’t wait for dinner. You watch the
pair of them walk off hand in hand into the sea of witches and wizards, a small
smile gracing your face, a suddenly, you couldn’t wait for dinner.
Italy, Faron has discovered, has a preoccupation with umbrellas and rain. As well as siestas- at first glance nothing seems open enough for him to duck in and order a coffee, not even to simply browse for the time being in attempt to avoid the inescapable torrent. Rain in Italy is a paltry word for the downpours that arrive- heavier than the rain in Russia, thicker and more tepid, falling with greater force on his shoulders.
In the meantime unable to find an open establishment, he finds himself under a shop cover, taking shelter from the indomitable rain in front of a ‘closed’ sign, peeling and green behind the glass window it’s leaning against.
“No umbrella?” He asks wryly, glancing at the- familiar- young woman who has joined him, standing under the slats that form some kind of cover for the shuttered shop behind the duo.
His days at the Ministry were long and tiring, thankless and endless. He gleans as much information as possible from everyone as a fly on the wall that no one explicitly trusts or distrusts. He listens to everybody and everything, and trades intel, files, safe passage, Aunt Muriel’s goblin-made heirlooms, time off, sometimes his body - whatever he has, or can conceivably get, to keep his family safe.
He comes in early, stays late, takes the messiest projects, the longest paperwork, and the dirtiest jobs.
He does a fair bit of bluffing, too - politicking and lying and disgusting himself by exploiting everything his father had taught him was wrong with the system, justifying with gruesome images of what would happen if he stopped. (His mother, crying in an empty shell of a childhood home. His father, on trial by the Wizangamont, no one letting him speak. Bill accused of fraternization with goblin revolutions. Charlie never permitted to come back to Wizarding England. Ron, unceremoniously slain. Fred and George being pulled out of their shop, tortured on the Diagon Alley cobblestones - Ginny never returning home from Hogwarts – )
Death Eaters, Order members, and those who aren’t aligned with either side become not people, but opportunities for Percy. He feels like a Slytherin the whole time, but he knows that the burning fear in his temples and the fact that he’s abandoning his own safety on the slightest chances for his familys’ - he’s still a Gryffindor.
It’s a stressful two years, but he does it sucessfully. And it makes all his years at the Ministry after the war seem easy by comparison - he’s no longer bargaining for anyone’s life. Just for tax reform. And funding for projects. And a new intern program. It’s easy.
The Old Town of Stockholm, Gamla Stan, is one of the largest and best preserved medieval city centers in Europe. It is where Stockholm was founded in 1252, on the island of Stadsholmen. Many of the cobblestone streets and alleys in Gamla Stan are car free, creating an idyll environment to walk around and explore the city’s shops, restaurants and city squares.
The most important landmark in Gamla Stan is the Royal Palace, that has over 600 rooms. Other landmarks of interest include Stockholm Cathedral, and the Alfred Nobel museum.
SERIES WARNINGS: Strip club, language, sexual assault, angst, mentions of abuse, eventual fluff, eventual smut, underage drinking, underage sex, possible trigger warnings.
THIS PART WARNINGS: attempted sexual assault, fighting, gun (briefly).
Platonic Ships - Charles x reader, Jean x reader, Erik x reader, Raven x reader, Ororo x reader, Moira x reader. Non-Platonic Ships ;) - Hank x reader, Scott x reader, Peter x reader, Jubilee x reader, Warren x reader, mentioned Alex x reader, Jean x Scott, Moira x Charles.
A.N: Got this idea from a post by @goawayimreadingbeach you can find the post here. Please tell me what you think! This is my first series so don’t be afraid to be too critical!
“You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious” Drarry pls oh pls
The first time is
a Ministry event to commemorate the one year anniversary after the death of
Voldemort. Harry grouses for a month
before the celebration. Ron and Hermione
both have heard his complaints so frequently that they can practically recite
it word for word back to him.
It isn’t something that should be celebrated. It is something that should be remembered.
The night of,
Harry is in formal dress robes, and Rita Skeeter is stalking him about for
arriving completely stag. He keeps
trying to get lost in the crowd, and successfully manages it, before he nearly
runs headlong into Draco Malfoy and his mother.
Narcissa blinks at him, smile tight but somehow more welcoming than most of the
handshakes and embraces of the many Ministry officials lingering about the
place. “What a pleasant surprise.”
Harry dips his
head, more than polite. “I didn’t
realize the both of you would be in attendance.”
around Narcissa’s eyes, and Draco’s mouth presses into a thin line, before
Harry quickly stumbles to correct himself.
“That’s not to say
it’s not nice to see you,” he glances over his shoulder, aware that the longer
he stays in a single spot, the more likely it is for Rita to track him down and
corner him for an interview. “I just
meant that—Well, with everything—“
“Thanks to you, Mr. Potter, both Draco and I have
been more than welcome in many places,” Narcissa says and there’s genuine
gratitude in her tone, but a certain pride about her. “Including my sister’s.”
perks. “You’ve been to see Andromeda
Narcissa nods. “We had tea just last
Harry smiles, though it is almost instantly lost when he sees Rita worming her
way through the crowd. “Unfortunately
you’ll have to excuse me.”
It’s Draco that
sees the Prophet reporter when he
glances over his shoulder. He mutters
something to his mother, who just nods with an air of sagaciousness before
gesturing the two of them off.
Harry is startled
by the hand he finds on his arm, as well as with the way Draco pulls him further
into the mingling crowds of witches and wizards. Even once they’ve escaped, Rita somewhere
caught up in conversation with the ever elegant Mrs. Malfoy, Draco doesn’t
remove his hand where it is gripping Harry’s elbow loosely.
“What are you
doing?” Harry frowns; they aren’t on rough terms, but they aren’t exactly
friends these days.
“Helping you get
away,” Draco casts a glance down at him.
“Or would you rather be accosted?”
Harry wisely doesn’t
argue, especially when Draco starts leading them to a crystal punch bowl; Harry’s
parched after all. “You don’t have to
keep hold of me.”
swallowed up in this crowd in an instant,” Draco shakes his head, and Harry
knows it’s a comment on his more than rather short stature.
bites his cheek and doesn’t argue.
exactly sure how he ends up spending so many of his afternoons with Draco the
summer that follows, but he does. They frequently end up out for tea or for lunch, or some combination therein,
talking about all it is that they’ve done since the war has ended and the
trials—which Harry was a prominent figure in, defending who needed it, and
persecuting those that deserved it—were over.
As it turns out,
after scoring rather well on his NEWTS, Draco had been studying for his Healer
apprenticeship. There was a hefty amount
of research, from what Harry came to understand, and Draco spent most of his
time with books than with patients.
traveled. He’d gone so stir crazy after
everything had finished. Wanderlust, Hermione had called it, and
he’d ended up traveling about until his feet couldn’t carry him any
further. Draco liked hearing about the
places he’d been, the things he’d seen, and Harry liked hearing about the
things that had been going on at home, from a source that wasn’t Ron or
“There was this
great market place,” Harry tells him as they walk down the cobblestone street
of Diagon Alley, heading for a café just past the broom shop. “In Thailand.
You went through it on a boat.
The whole thing was on water.”
dodging a young girl deftly. “Even the
shops,” Harry nods, and has to pause as he moves around a small family of what
are obviously muggles with their young child, gawking in awe at all of what is
around them as the precocious boy reads off his school list to who might be his
mother. “They sold fish, you see. Some of them cooked it, right there, in their
little boats on the water. Freshest
thing I’ve ever had.”
Draco reaches for
him, taking Harry’s arm and linking it with his own. “Sounds… interesting.”
a moment, Harry is too busy staring at where his hand is resting at the crook
of Draco’s elbow, but he blinks up at him from behind his spectacles and laughs
when he sees Draco wrinkle his nose. “Just
because you don’t like fish–”
“Took your time
about it,” Draco grumbles as Harry steps out the front door of Grimmauld Place
and trots down the steps to stand at his side.
“We’re going to be late.”
“I thought you
didn’t care about punctuality,” Harry rolls his eyes, a bit fond, and falters
when Draco takes Harry’s hand and loops it through his arm. “Are we Apparating?”
scowls, already pacing away from the old Black estate and heading down the
sidewalk. “No, of course not. Too many muggles about.”
Harry gives a
pointed squeeze to Draco’s forearm as he pads along next to him. “Then what’s with this?”
“I’ve told you
this a dozen times,” Draco huffs. “You’re
too short. You’ll get—“
“There’s no crowd
here, Draco.” Harry says.
right. The streets are empty.
“Oh,” there is
color in Draco’s cheeks; he moves as if to pull away.
him. “It’s alright. I don’t mind.”
“Of course not,”
Harry’s grin is a wicked thing. “You just
don’t want to lose me.”
Inej’s foot caught the edge of one of the metal scrolls, and then she understood. She didn’t have her opponent’s training or education or fine white clothes. She would never be as ruthless and she could not wish to be. But she knew this city inside out. It was the source of her suffering and the proving ground for her strength. Like it or not, Ketterdam—brutal, dirty, hopeless Ketterdam—had become her home. And she would defend it. She knew its rooftops the way she knew the squeaky stairs of the Slat, the way she knew the cobblestones and alleys of the Stave. She knew every inch of this city like a map of her heart.