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Fremione: Fred finds Hermione after Ron has made her upset at the Yule Ball, for quspeaks

Ron’s words rang in her head as she fled the Great Hall, wondering how he could be so jealous when he didn’t care enough to consider her until the last minute.

She collapsed onto a bench, hidden from view from the castle, fervently glad that she’d decided against make up.

“You alright there, Granger?” She looked up to see Fred standing in front of her, hands in his pockets and a concerned frown on his face.

Hermione blinked away the tears in her eyes, smiling shakily. “Yeah, fine, just…” she trailed off, not wanting to talk to Fred about his brother.

“Ron can be very dense, a lot of the time. It’s cause I got all the smart genes.” Fred sat next to her, offering her a compact mirror. Hermione eyed him suspiciously before taking it, startled when a voice chirruped ‘you look gorgeous, dear’.

Hermione shut it with a click, turning it over in her palm. “Where’d you get this?” she asked.

“Uh, me and George actually invented them. They start getting nasty after a week or so, though, so you might want to leave it after then.” He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning. “Look, do you want to go back in, come and dance with me for a bit. Ron’ll cool off, but you shouldn’t have to leave.”

Hermione shook her head. “You don’t have to hang out with your younger brother’s friends, Fred. Besides, isn’t Angelina wondering where you’ve gone?”

“You’re not just my brother’s friend, Hermione. And we’ll hang out in a group, Angelina won’t miss me.” He stood, offering her his hand, and Hermione gave in, the callouses on his fingers surprisingly reassuring against the softness of her palm. 

Dramione: found by a disapproving Lucius

It was winter (as is the season for deeply saddening events) and it was cold (as is the weather for such occasions) and it was raining outside (but Hermione Granger loved winter rain, almost as much as she dreaded this moment).

“He’s out.” Draco whispered. “They’re both out.”

The grandfather clock read sometime in mid-afternoon (Hermione couldn’t focus long enough on the hands to fully grasp the precise time) and she was due back at 10p.m. and no later according to her father and no earlier than 10p.m. according to her mother. But being the type of girl that Hermione was, she really needn’t have worried much about the logistics at that given time because it always seemed to work out for her, no matter how late she left the organising to.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Draco’s cool hand slipping around her waist, dancing lightly over her exposed midriff.

“Relax,” he purred in her ear as he kissed her lobe. He felt her slope into his posture, becoming more and more at ease with the situation. She even, oh-so-daringly, placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth and then another on his lips.

Click.

Draco froze. Hermione’s draw dropped.

“Draco!” Lucius Malfoy shouted through the foyer and his footsteps trode quickly into the lounge room where Hermione and Draco stood half-clothed.

Lucius, at first, did not say anything. And then, almost as if his temper was a light-switch, his rage boiled over. “Mudblood!” He shouted, eyes crazed. “How dare you, how dare you touch my son! And you!” Lucius flung his arm at Draco. “You disgrace me!”

(Wolfstar. I don’t care what, First kiss, proposal, smut, whatever, just please Wolfstar. For anon, as proof that you should never ever give me creative control unless you want horrible angst.)

Remus Lupin looked around at the girls in his year at Hogwarts, and thought them stupid. They seemed to spend their entire lives chasing after boys who cared so little about them- in much the same way that James did for Lily, really, but it seemed somehow more pitiful. He watched them give their hearts away only to have their beloveds break them into pieces on the ground- not from cruelty, but from simple apathy. They weren’t loved back, and they never would be; and it simply broke them.

Remus, privately, vowed to have a relationship that would only ever be like the one his parents had. A strong couple who adored one another equally, and could get through almost anything just through the sheer love they had for each other.

Then in fifth year, he fell in love with Sirius Black.

He knew Sirius loved him, but he also knew that love was purely platonic and would never be anything else at all. They talked all the time, and Remus would smile and listen and respond and love Sirius so deeply and wholly that he thought he would break in two from the sheer force of it.

He didn’t want to love Sirius. Things would be so much easier if Remus didn’t have to hide this infernal affection from everyone, if he could meet a nice boy to go out with. He’d tried to date other people, convinced himself he loved them, but he didn’t. It was Sirius, and Sirius alone. He could never love anyone else.

Remus loved Sirius like a dying thing in the dark, lying perfectly still in the midnight gloom and listening to his breath. He loved him hopelessly, endlessly, painfully, and saw no way out of it. He wrote love letters in spiralling handwriting and never found the courage to send them, simply tying them up with metres of string. He lied to himself every hour of the day. He insisted that he was fine with things how they were, that if he could not love Sirius as a lover he would love him as a friend, and that would be fine.

Love made a liar of him, and such was the power of his passion that he didn’t care at all.

Potters: Lily with teenage Harry, for anon

“I’m a sixteen year-old man, Mum. I’m pretty confident I can comb my own hair just fine,” Harry smiles at Lily, equal parts exasperated and amused.

She attacks his unruly mop with a fresh comb and pretends like she can’t hear him.

“Ow, mu-um!” He protests as she yanks on a particularly stubborn black tuft that just won’t listen.

“Sorry, love, but you have got to look dapper for your first date. We can’t have Lily Evans’ son running around, looking like a twit with too much hair, now, can we?”

“Nobody looks dapper, anymore, mum,”

Lily brushes the overgrown fringe away from his forehead and steps back with a satisfied smile on her face.

“Why, aren't you the –”

“-fittest bloke in town? Yeah, he bloody well better be! He’s my –”

Our son, after all.” Lily cuts her husband off, trying to shoot him a stern glance but lips tugging up despite herself. James leans against the door, arms folded, grinning broadly at his little family.

“Thanks, mum. Thanks, dad. Now may I have your kind permission to get my arse out of here, please?”

”Language, Harry! And James.”

”Sorry.” they echo immediately, identical guilty smiles on their equally identical faces.

“Now, Harry, dear, remember, Ginny’s a lovely young lady and I want you to treat her like one. Don’t forget to open doors, pull chairs out, compliment her –”

“-kiss her goodnight –”

James!” Lily scolds, outraged. James only grins wider, running a hand through his hair.

Harry chuckles. He loves it when his parents bicker; they are bloody hilarious.

“Sir, yes, sir. Bye, now; I’ll be back before eleven, don’t wait up!” He gives Lily a hurried kiss on her cheek, salutes James and starts making his way downstairs.

Just when he is about to leave, his dad appears.

“Do your old man proud, would you, son?” His eyes are hazel pools of pure pride and love and something else that Harry can't quite place.

“Of course, dad. I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

James bursts into guffaws. “That’s my boy; off you go, then.”

And so, Harry Potter sets off on his first date, turning back at the little gate, just once, to wave at his smiling mum and dad.

 

Jily & Hinny: James and Lily watch over Harry and Ginny from the afterlife. For anon.

They’ve made a habit of watching over the two of them, but the one thing that James refuses to miss is Ginny’s Quidditch games. “Not about to miss one of the brightest players on the pitch, now am I?” he always says.

This particular match against Puddlemere is important, he tells her, because it determines whether or not the Harpies move on to the division championship. James whoops and hollers every time she makes a goal.

Lily finds herself subduing laughter; his energy is contagious. “I’m beginning to wonder who’s the bigger fan: you or Harry.”

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Scorose: for anon

They look barely 14, probably a handful of third- and fourth-years, all sitting in a cluster in the Gryffindor common room. She knows, deep down, she probably wasn’t much different at their age, but right now she’s finding their incessant gossip a little difficult to stomach. It probably doesn’t help that she’s the subject of said gossip.

“Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy? You have to be joking!”

“I’m dead serious! I’ve seen them snogging on the Quidditch pitch and everything!”

“No way, they hate each other! They’re captains of the Quidditch teams, and you know their dads don’t get along–”

“As if Rose Weasley is going to let her father’s opinions make her own decisions.”

“I dunno, she has a lot of respect for him–”

“You know,” Rose says from behind her book, and they immediately go silent, “you all would get a lot farther if you didn’t gossip endlessly about people when you thought they weren’t listening.”

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Deamus: For anon.

You’re really not going to let me in, are you?” Seamus asked, his voice coloured with amusement. He couldn’t help the smirk that curled up the corners of his mouth as he leaned his head back against the bathroom door. Dean had dashed inside the moment he’d caught even a small glimpse of him, and from all he could tell, he was resting all his weight against the wood on the other side to he could keep him out.

“Definitely not.” Dean replied, and he sounded so indignant that Seamus had to laugh. He could only imagine how much that infuriated him. “It’s bad luck.”

“As far as I remember, it’s only bad luck for the groom to see the bride. I don’t think either of us is a bride.” He pointed out, trying to keep the laughter out of his voice.

“It still counts.” Dean insisted, and then paused. “Wait. Are you sitting on the floor?”

“…I might be.”

“You’ll get your tux dirty. Get up.”

Seamus glanced down at himself where he was crouched on the floor. As far as he could tell, it was still only the soles of his shoes that touched the carpet of the registry office. He would still be clean and fine to go down the aisle in a few minutes, he was pretty sure.

He grinned just thinking about it. He was going to get to marry Dean. By the end of the night, he would be Mr. Finnigan-Thomas. He could smush cake into his husband’s face and try (probably fail) to carry him over the threshold of their honeymoon suite.

He really couldn’t wait. All he wanted was to see Dean- they hadn’t spent much time together in the lead up to their wedding, too busy with planning. He missed him.

“Please can I see you?” He asked, in his best puppy dog, pleading tone of voice. For a moment, he thought Dean might cave. Then,

“Forget it, Finnigan.”

Sirius & James: reuniting in the afterlife, for anon

“Harry!” Sirius’ hand is outstretched, his laugh falling from his face when he realises that he’s no longer in the Ministry and then he remembers the green light hitting his chest and Harry’s horrified expression and falling. “No!” He roars. “Let me back, I wasn’t done. Harry needs me!” He needs to bang his fists on something, but there’s nothing here except whiteness and a door.

Sirius approaches it cautiously, nudging it with his foot because if his days of marauding taught him anything it was that an object that was left there invitingly often contained love potion or itching powder.

The door opens from the gentle push of his feet, and he feels a tugging behind his naval that feels like apparation and then he’s in a kitchen with a topless, messy haired man in glasses sitting at the table with his mouth open.

His coffee cup drops to the floor and smashes.

“Fuck,” falls out of James’ mouth, and then he surges forward, pulling Sirius into a tight hug which Sirius doesn’t realise he’s missed, and even though he doesn’t want to Sirius is crying and he feels a wet patch on his shoulder and realises that James is too. “Thank you,” James whispers. “Thank you for looking after Harry.”

Sirius pulls away, wiping at his face and averting his eyes as James does the same. “You knew?”

“We can watch, sometimes.” There’s a pause. “Pads, you don’t know how happy I am to see you, even if I shouldn’t be.”

Sirius laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fourteen years is too long,” he concurs, pulling James back in for another hug before the bespectacled man cleans up the mess of coffee and china and is in the middle of making pancakes when Lily walks in, lets out a screech and launches herself at Sirius, muttering thank-yous as she cries.

Marauders and Harry:  Harry receives his Hogwarts letter and Marauders are still alive for anon.

“Harry, James!” Lily called, her eyes shining as she held the letter in her hands. “Harry, your Hogwarts letter has come!”

There was thundering from two different directions as Harry ran down the stairs and James ran in from the kitchen door. Following James, were Sirius, Remus and Peter, all with broad grins on their faces as they saw Harry. With a beam, Lily handed Harry his first Hogwarts letter and Harry took it. It was clear from only a glance that Harry was treasuring the moment, his eyes widened in relief that he had received one, but the four men behind him seemed to be enjoying this as much as him. James’ face was lit up with anticipation and he relished the moment just as much as Harry did, squeezing his wife’s hand. It was Sirius who broke the silence.

“Are you going to open it or not?” He asked, his voice positively rolling in boredom but even he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. With a look, James scuffed his best friend’s head and Harry laughed before opening the letter. His eyes read it in fascination and they all peered over his shoulder.

“They’ve still got the ‘no broomsticks for first years’ rule? You would have thought old Dumbledore would have removed the rule by now!” James said incredulously and Lily gave him a look. Sirius made a notice of agreement.

“We can go to Diagon Alley to pick your stuff up next weekend!” Lily told them, feeling there would be no need to invite the other three Marauders as they would probably come along anyway. She ruffled her son’s hair and walked out, humming happily. The moment she left the room, the four men all cracked smug smirks between them, leaning forward to Harry.

“Now she’s gone, we can tell you all the secret passages around Hogwarts,” Sirius said discreetly and Remus shook his head at him.

“Don’t corrupt him already!” Remus said, trying his hardest to take the authoritive role but failing miserably as he couldn’t conceal the smirk on his lips.

“Corrupt? Harry has been corrupt since he was born, thanks to us,” Peter snorted and they all privately agreed. As they all laughed, Lily stuck her head back into the room.

“Don’t think I can’t hear you,” she reminded and the five of them mirrored a mock guilty look.

Marauders: Jily have a teenage daughter, and James, Remus & Sirius try to sabotage her date, for Vera

The door opened before the boy had even knocked, and Oliver Wood blinked in shock at the three men crowded in the doorway.

“Hi, I’m here to pick up Daisy?” He asked, and the three men exchanged glances before the bespectacled one spoke.

“Sorry, Daisy’s terribly ill right now. I’m James Potter, her father.” He extended his hand, and Oliver accepted the bone-crushing grip without flinching.

The long-haired man, who Oliver realised must be Sirius, leant forward. “You play Quidditch, don’t you, I remember Harry mentioning you.” His eyes were slightly narrowed, and Oliver craned his neck to try and see in the house, but James shifted his body so the view was completely blocked.

“Captain, actually, and Keeper.” Oliver replied.

Remus looked more sympathetic, but he still added to the questions. “How are your grades, Oliver?”

“History of Magic could be better, but then again so could Binns.” Sirius’ mouth twitched, but his menacing expression didn’t falter. “If Daisy’s not feeling well…” His excuse was cut off by a yelp from James, and a small redhead who looked extremely similar to Daisy emerged from in between Sirius and James.

She smiled at a bemused Oliver. “Sorry about this lot, someone hasn’t accepted that Daisy’s sixteen now and perfectly capable of going on a date with someone who hasn’t been scared off.” Her words were pointed, and they had the desired effect, the three men retreating into the house, Sirius throwing a smile over his shoulder at Oliver. “She’ll be down in a sec, you can come in if you’d like?”

“Thank you, but I suspect I’m safer out here.” Oliver replied gratefully, and Lily grinned. Just then, Daisy appeared in the doorway, a little out of breath but beautiful.

She kissed Lily on the cheek, and Oliver took her hand as they walked. “Anything eventful?” She asked, and Oliver shrugged. “I promise that next time I’ll meet you a safe distance away.” She continued, and Oliver smiled, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek.

Sirius/Marlene and Dorcas/Remus: A jealous Sirius speculating at all the ways that Marlene and Remus would be perfect together as he watches them talk—while they, in turn, are discussing Remus’ adoration of Dorcas. For anon.

“They look happy,” Sirius said distastefully, his eyes boring into the backs of two of his best friends’ heads, “Look.”

Dorcas followed his gaze and had to restrain herself from chuckling. Which was proving very difficult. “Yeah, I guess.”

“They’d be great together, don’t you think?” he added. “They’re both young, attractive – don’t you dare tell them I told you that. McKinnon’s into sports and Remus… isn’t. Balance each other out well, right?” The words he said posed as a question to her but Dorcas knew it was his observational statement.

“If you say so,” she offered. She could see what he was saying; they would be alright together but she had known Marlene long enough to know the girl wouldn’t even think of it. However, she found it incredibly amusing of how he sounded, the way he was watching them so closely without realising. “You know, Black, you almost sound jealous.”

“Jealous?” he scoffed and his head snapped sideways to look at her, adamantly turning away from the two people he was watching closely. “Sirius Black doesn’t do jealous.”

“Mhm,” Dorcas replied with an unconvinced look on her face. She rolled her eyes and stood up straight before spinning herself to walk away, calling over her shoulder. “I’ll leave you to your brooding now.”

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Remadora: Remus being blunt and Tonks realising his feelings

Tonks fiddled with her hair, turning it from pink to purple, as she watched Remus “Why aren’t you married Remus?” She asked him bluntly - she’d never been one for beating around the bush. Sometimes people even told her off for being so blunt.

The older man looked up, frowning slightly “Married?” He echoed back

“Yeah, you know. Wedding bells, white dresses and wives and stuff. Most people your age are married.” She said with a teasing glint in her eyes.

“I’m not… I’m not the marrying kind,” He said with a shrug, leaning against the wall behind him, earning a scoff from Tonks.

“You are completely and utterly the marrying kind,” She replied simply. “Come on, tell me the truth,” Tonks urged him.

Remus sighed at her, rubbing his eyes “Why do you want to know?”

“I’m curious, sue me.”

“Why do you think I’m not married?” He finally replied “I’m a werewolf.”

Tonks rolled her eyes “Yeah but I don’t care about that,” She said, making Remus’ eyes flash up to hers. He loved that about her, she just didn’t care about his lycanthropy, and she didn’t let him use it as a feeble excuse to bypass his life. It was new. Something he hadn’t come across since the Marauders first found out.

“And you’re too young for me.” He said before adding “Regrettably.” Remus mumbled. And then suddenly it all became clear to her; Remus making sure she got back from missions, bringing her chocolate, making her cups of tea and talking to her when she was moody. She finally understood.

Drinny: telling the Weasleys, for anon

“And where do you think you’re going, all dressed up?” Ginny stops just past the door of the kitchen, and slowly turns to face her mother. “I’ve just put dinner on the table.” Mrs Weasley continues.

Ginny sighs, knowing the rest of her family, Hermione and Harry can all hear their conversation. “I’m meeting up with a friend, mum, I’ll be back by 11.” She makes it to the door this time before her mother says something else.

“Which friend, hm? Where are you going?” The entire house was silent, and Ginny reluctantly followed her mother into the kitchen. “Arthur, Ginny thinks she can sneak out without telling us who she’s meeting.” Mrs Weasley states, and Ginny straightens her shoulders.

Mr Weasley adjusts his glasses. “I think if she tells us who it is and where she’s going, then she should be allowed to go, Molly dear.”

The entire table can see Ginny’s face fall, and Hermione looks on sympathetically, knowing Ginny’s struggles.

Molly turns to her daughter, hands on her hips. “Well?” Ginny is saved answering by a loud crack, followed by swearing. Ginny’s face heats up as she slowly walks behind the rest of the group into the garden.

“What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?” Fred finally asks, and Draco tugs on the bottom of his shirt as he straightens up, a long scratch on his cheek from where he’d obviously apparated into the bushes.

Ginny pushes through her family, past Harry without making eye contact. “Why’re you here?” She whispers, pulling her wand out and healing the cut without a thought, although it draws a gasp from someone.

“You were late, and I thought you might have been… detained.” Draco replies, shifting uncomfortably. “I wanted to make sure you were alright.” He confesses in a tumble of words, and Ginny smiles.

“That’s really fucking touching, Malfoy, but Ginny’s just fine with us.” Ron sneers, and Ginny rolls her eyes.

When she turns around, all of her family looks shocked, and when she glances at Harry she can see the anger in his eyes. “This is who I’m meeting, we’re going into London. I’ll be back by 12.” She takes Draco’s hand, and as they turn on the spot the last thing she sees is Harry blasting apart a Muggle garden gnome.

Ginny & George: Ginny talks to George after Fred’s death, quote- “You’re not the only one who’s hurting, George. We’re all hurting too.”, for anon

“George?”

“I’m not hungry, Ginny.”

“You haven’t eaten for two days; I bet you’re starving,”

“Well, I’m not, okay? Just go, Ginny, please,”

Ginny Weasley stood in the doorway, one hand resting on her hip, a worried expression on her face. Her brother was curled up under his blanket with a sheet of paper crumpled in his hand, exactly where he’d been for the last two horrible, horrible weeks. His usually vibrant hair seemed to have dulled, even his freckles had paled. Ginny walked up to the bed and kneeled beside George. His bright blue eyes had lost their trademark mischievous glow, just like he’d lost his other half.

“What’s that you’ve got there?” she asked softly.

“S’nothing, old piece of –“ he began, but Ginny had already coaxed the paper out of his loose grip.

It was an old catalogue of the Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. Suddenly, her vision was blurry. Her heart broke just a tad bit more.

“Oh, George, where’d you –“

“I’m really not in the mood, Gin, can’t you –“

“Understand?” Ginny had had enough. “Do you actually think that the rest of us are having a jolly old time down there, George? Celebrating the end of the war, the end of all the misery, the killings, the uncertainty, the fear, the worry, the blood, the end of Fred Weasley? Because if you ever believe that, even for one sodding second, I swear to Godric I’ll burn your broomstick, George Weasley.”

Seeing some of his baby sister’s old spark resurface brought a tiny smile to George’s face, despite himself. “Ginny, listen–“

“No, you listen to me. You are not the only one who’s hurting, George; we’re all hurting too. Mum muddles up the salt and the sugar, Dad’s locked up in the shed all day, Ron and Hermione just quietly sit together, Bill, I don’t even see him anymore, Merlin only knows where Charlie is, Harry’s busy with Ministry crap and Percy? Percy just scribbles letters to Fred the whole ruddy day. He was their son, George, and our bloody brother, too! I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re going through, but let us in, goddammit!” Her brown eyes glistened, tears rolling thick and fast down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” was all George could manage to whisper. All the things that Ginny had said were whirling through his tired mind and unbidden, a lone tear slowly made its way down his cheek.

Ginny pulled her brother into a fierce hug, stroking his hair gently.

“We are not losing you, too, Georgie,” she said firmly.

Ginny felt a damp patch on her shirt as he nodded, hugging her even harder. 

Marauders: James and Remus teasing Sirius about becoming a new father, for quaffl

“Boy or girl?” Those were the first words that spilled out of James’ mouth as he and Remus made it to the hospital room (after getting lost twice). The room was already over spilling with balloons and flowers, the smell mingling with that unmistakable hospital odour.

“Shush,” Sirius said quickly, looking pointedly over at Marlene’s sleeping figure, though it would probably take a mariachi band to wake up at this point. “Girl. Hanna Lily Black,” He then added softly, the tiny bundle of blankets in his arm stirring slightly.

Remus and James grinned, congratulating him in turn “The first female baby marauder,” Remus said.

“Merlin, she’s not going to be able to date until she is at least twenty,” James remarked, pulling over a chair and sitting beside the new father – Sirius had yet to properly take his attention from Hanna.

At that he scoffed “Try thirty.” Sirius said.

Remus just shook his head “No way, this kid is going to have you wrapped around her little finger, just like Marl,” He said with a smirk “She will get away with murder. And then some.”

“Oh yeah, at least with boys are easier to understand,” James said, unable to refrain from winding Sirius up “Girls are ten times harder to raise.”

“And you’ll have to attend tea parties for at least five years,” Remus added without missing a beat.

“She might even make you dress up,”

At some point during their teasing Marlene had woken up, shifting in her bed “Are you two trying to scare him off?” She asked sleepily, staring over at the boys “My baby girl will be an angel, just like her mother was.” Marlene said stubbornly.

As soon as the words left her mouth Sirius let out his loud bark of a laugh “Well crap, I really am screwed then, aren’t I?”

 

Sirius & Harry: Raising him after Lily and James die, for daretobeyourselftoday.

Sirius missed a lot of things since Lily and James had died, but most of all, he missed sleeping. Harry had a tendency to wake up in the godforsaken hours of the morning, crying. He never wanted changing, or feeding, he had just woken up from his sleep and needed someone to hold him. Sirius had to wonder if babies were able to have nightmares, because that’s what it seemed like, but he really didn’t know. He didn’t know anything about what he was doing here, he had to call Moony at least once a day for help. But he was Harry’s godfather; this was something he had to do.

He supposed he wouldn’t be sleeping anyway, even if he didn’t have Harry to look after. Whether or not the kid was having bad dreams about the night his parents died, Sirius certainly was. All he ever saw in his dreams were flashes of green light and wide, staring eyes, and then he would wake up.

So like most nights, he sat on the edge of his bed with Harry cradled against his chest, rocking him gently and pressing his lips to the top of his dark haired head. The baby had fallen asleep again some minutes ago, but Sirius didn’t want to let go of him yet. He /loved/ his godson, and he knew how close he had come to losing him like he had lost Lily and James- and Peter, too, he supposed, the traitor. He liked the reassurance of holding Harry and knowing that he was still here.

Grudgingly, Sirius got up and wandered to the cot at the foot of his bed, laying Harry back down and making sure his stuffed giraffe was well within reach. He looked peaceful and untroubled, in his sleep, and Sirius breathed out grateful. He should have had his own room. Hell, he should have had somewhere to grow up that had a garden, that wasn’t just a flat. 

He should have had his parents.

Sirius didn’t have as much as they had, but goddammit, he was going to give Harry all of it. He was trying his best.

Hinny: Harry’s clumsy proposal at the Burrow, for anon.

He’d been hanging onto this ring for the better part of two months now–trying to find the proper moment. At first he’d thought to propose after the Harpies won, but unfortunately since their Seeker succumbed to injury the team had been struggling to keep up with the rest of the league.

So that nixed that.

The next thing he thought of was taking her to Hogsmeade, a throwback to the Hogwarts’ days; Ginny beat him to it, though, calling an impromptu girls’ day with Hermione at the Three Broomsticks.

He was thoroughly stumped; he couldn’t leave it to dinner and a walk through the park. This proposal had to mean something, after all they’d been through. He owed her that much and more. 

They’re at the Burrow one afternoon, Harry at the table with his legs stretched out under the table so his feet rest in Ginny’s lap, who’s sitting across from him. Hermione and Ron sit to his right, and Charlie to Ginny’s left. They’re talking about his recent travels in the Netherlands, and Harry finds himself hopelessly distracted by the way the afternoon light hits Ginny’s hair.

So distracted, he doesn’t realize Ron is calling his name until he elbows him in the ribs.

Ow!” Harry exclaims, jumping.

“You weren’t answering!” Ron says, nonplussed. “My mum was asking you about dinner next week.”

Harry looks up to see Molly standing in the doorway, waiting expectantly. He tries not to go too red. “What about dinner?”

Molly smiles fondly, if tiredly. “I was just asking if you and Ginny would be joining us for dinner on Saturday night? Charlie will still be here, after all. And George is bringing Angelina. And Bill and Fleur will be just getting back from France, so I thought it would be nice to get the whole family together.”

Harry blinks. He looks across at Ginny, who shrugs and smiles. “Doesn’t make a difference to me.”

The whole family, Harry thinks to himself. Suddenly, he grins–that’s it. “Of course we’ll be here–wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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Blackinnon: Ginny finds an object belonging to Marlene and asks Sirius about it, for marliusblackinnon.

After what feels like years of cleaning, they’ve come to the last untouched room of Grimmauld Place. It looks like a secondary study: there’s a petite desk by the window, with intricate scrollwork on the legs and edges; bookshelves line one wall, crinkled spines and faded covers looking out; and an old wingback chair sits in the corner alongside a bureau.

They split up into different areas of the room; Harry and Ron going to the bureau and Ginny and Hermione to the shelves.

“It’s a shame these weren’t preserved better,” Hermione says, running her fingers along the books’ spines. She pulls one out at random and opens it, the sound filling the room in a way that seems to take them back twenty years.

Ginny smiles wryly. “Just try to stay focused, ‘Mione,” she says. “I know that’s difficult for you when you’re surrounded by books.”

Hermione smiles and replaces the book. “I’ll do my best.”

Ginny turns back to the shelves. “You reckon we should keep them?”

“You know my answer to that.”

“Well, then,” Ginny says, lifting her rag. “Time to get to work.”

They’re silent for a few minutes, the only sounds coming from Ron and Harry blundering around behind them (they handle the surprise doxy better than last time, at least–only one broken heirloom this time). It’s only when Ginny comes across something unexpected that she pauses. 

The entirety of the books they’ve come across have been in disrepair. Water damage, mildew, or simply being too old–they all had problems. But this set of books, on one of the bottom shelves, looks well-cared for. They’re not like new, not by any means: the spines are crinkled from repeated folding, and when Ginny pulls one out she sees numerous nicks and stains on the covers. The edges of the pages are wrinkled in places and dog-eared in others.

But they’re in one piece, and not in danger of falling apart. They feel solid in her hand, as though they carry something with them. 

“What are you looking at, Ginny?” Hermione asks, noticing her stillness.

She pulls the cover back to see this isn’t just a book–it’s a journal. The first page is covered in handwriting, dated at the top, and flipping through it she sees it’s the same throughout: the same curvy lettering, punctuated with an occasional doodle. She glances at the back cover.

“Do you know who Marlene McKinnon was?”

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Jeddy, Lorcily, Husander & Albius: for anon

“Chuck us a frog,” James said, breaking into Lily and Lorcan’s whispered conversation. He was regretting his decision to join them in their carriage on the train home, even more so when Hugo and Lysander joined the group.

Lily scowled at her older brother, but grabbed a handful of sweets from the pile next to her and threw them, trusting the Chaser to catch them, which he did.

“You should come visit, my dad already knows, so there wouldn’t be the awkwardness that that kind of thing brings. And you’d love the library…” Scorpius watched Albus hopefully, and the dark-haired boy sighed, looking down at their entwined hands.

He looked back up at his boyfriend through hair that covered his eyes. “I do want to, Scorp, you know I do.” He opened his mouth to continue, but the blond pushed his lips out into a disappointed pout. “So I will.” He finished, and Scorpius grinned, leaning forward and kissing him in celebration.

James rolled his eyes, tuning out of their conversation and closing his eyes. Of course, then he could hear the hushed talk of Hugo and Lysander.

“They’re definitely real!” Lysander was saying earnestly, and Hugo laughed. James cracked his eyes open and saw him taking the older boy’s hand. “You’re mocking me.”

Hugo shook his head. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Lysander. I think it’s adorable that you have so much faith in the magical that you’ll believe in more than what’s proven.”

“So you think I’m mad?” Lysander replied, and Hugo laughed again.

He leant forward, pressing a kiss to Lysander’s cheek. “Something like that.” He said with a grin.

James finally got to sleep, but despite that he was the first one off of the train, scanning for his parents so that he could spend less time with the couples.

He had just spotted them when someone grabbed hold of his arm, yanking him behind a pillar. Before he could react, they kissed him, and James relaxed when he recognised the taste of the kiss.

“I’ll have you know I have an older boyfriend who will beat you up if he catches us,” he mumbled, and Teddy chuckled, pulling away to smile down at him fondly.

James noted that his hair was purple now instead of blue. “I don’t know, from what I can tell he seems more lanky than muscular.”

“Just how I like it.” James replied, standing on his tiptoes to kiss him again.