I’m sorry, how have I read JK’s Sirius and James prequel so many times and never noticed this?? are you telling me that the Order had t-shirts? this is canon?? they were a secret organization created to fight the most powerful dark wizard of all time and they hAD T-SHIRTS? this?? is?? canon????
and if this was the case then there was no way that it wasn’t James and Sirius’ idea. and you better believe that Peter and Lily have some that they wear around the house. and they forced one on Remus and he refuses to wear it at meetings but he takes it on overnight missions with him to remind him of the boys. and James accidentally gets Lily one that’s about four sizes too big but she wears it anyway because “whatever, it’s maternity”.
tbh they probably gave one to Dumbledore too so just stop for a minute and imagine Albus Dumbledore wearing a rock band looking t-shirt to an Order of the Phoenix meeting and just nodding at James and Sirius and their matching shirts like “potter. black. lovely choice of wardrobe today”
Imagine, just for a moment, that when they take the portkey, instead of an Avada Kedavra, it’s a Stupefy that hits him. Or that the AK misses him by an inch, hits a grave instead, knocks him out for a second.
Imagine that everybody forgets about the Hufflepuff boy out cold on the floor, because they are so intent on resurrecting Voldemort. Peter forgets as he ties Harry to that statue. Voldemort forgets as he is dumped into a cauldron full of flesh and bone and blood. And every death eater that comes sooner or later, well, no one tells them about the boy either - there are more pressing concerns.
However, Harry doesn’t forget. Because Harry has been in that sort of situation since he was eleven. He’s used to looking out for others, by now. Hermione and the Troll, Ron on the chess game, Ginny in the Chamber, Sirius and Hagrid and even Buckbeak- Harry always looks out for everyone, and never forgets about anyone, even if they are not really his friends.
So while he stares in horror, while he’s powerless and sees his greatest foe come back to life, a tiny part of his mind is screaming at him to check on Cedric, to get them out of here. Both. Alive.
Now let’s say that the ceremony, and the Death Eater meeting after the resurrection takes time. Lots of it. Let’s say that Voldemort, being the drama queen he obviously is, takes his time, and enjoys every single second of attention he gets from his followers and that Potter brat.
Let’s say he takes enough time for Cedric to come back to consciousness.
He awakes, lying in the grass and dirt, surrounded by bits of stone, his head aching and confused. The cup is laying about, not too far from him, and he could take it to go back but- he’s a Hufflepuff. He’s loyal. He doesn’t forget either, and that’s why, even if he’s confused about why or how he’s here, he doesn’t take the cup and goes searching for Harry.
Now, the tournament is a vicious thing, isn’t it ? Who’s to say to poor confused Cedric that this is not one more, secret, task ?
So Cedric goes looking, wand in hand, ready to fight, because he’s a Hogwart champion - and really, a Graveyard ? That’s creepy. And because he’s on his guard, and he’s moving around silently, no one notices him creeping behind one of the graves. No one notices the Hufflepuff boy, his horrified expression, and his frantic gaze as he slowly understands that no, that wasn’t a task, and that wasn’t a dream either.
Maybe not even Harry, or maybe he does, but that’s not the important thing.
The important thing is that being in Hufflepuff doesn’t make you stupid at all. The important thing is that Cedric is a champion, and smart, and a quick thinker and a hard worker.
The important thing is that Cedric thinks fast, and casts an ‘Accio’ on the cup as he runs towards Harry while he duels Voldemort.
He breaks through the crowd of amazed and struck Death Eaters, catches Harry’s arm with one hand, and with Seeker reflexes, catches the cup with the other.
Cedric lives, and both Harry and him go back to Hogwarts, terrified, bloody, and flinching away from the sudden noise coming from the public. They both live, and thus no one notices that something is amiss immediately, no one sees their wild glances around - as if someone was still out to kill them. The public cheers, and sings the victory of both Hogwart’s champions, and they are suddenly hugged by their families - the Diggorys and Weasleys.
No one notices, and that’s why when the noise dies down, and someone casts a sonorus on them to ask them how they feel about that victory, everyone hears them say, in a still disbelieving and trembling voice.
Obviously, everyone is confused, but they start talking, a bit over each other really, but they are in shock - and they say he’s back, Voldemort’s back, and he took my blood, and we were in a graveyard, and I was knocked out, missed most of the ritual, but it was him, yeah, and there were Death Eaters, in a circle, torturing Harry, horrible, had to get away, he’s back, he’s back.
And that’s when the people notice their faces, the blood, Harry twitching fingers - cruciatus - and their wands still clenched in their fingers, as if ready to attack anyone on sight.
This time, though, Harry doesn’t get ushered away by fake-Moody - because Cedric still has a hand gripping his arm, and wont let go for the world. He tells Dumbledore, and their families, though, when the Headmaster asks them to talk “More calmly and clearly, please, young men” at the Infirmary. Barty Crouch Jr is still apprehended, and the real Moody discovered, and it puts their incredible tale in a new, horrific and real, light.
Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived.
Two witnesses of His return. One is Harry Potter, Hero and Saviour of the Wizarding world. The second is beloved Hufflepuff Prefect Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts Champion. Even if people didn’t believe the first, they would believe the second, and vice versa.
Obviously, the ministry doesn’t take it well, but Amos Diggory and the Weasleys, and Dumbledore make a move together. Susan Bones helps her fellow Hufflepuff by contacting her aunt. Together, they get memory evidence - and they even agree on submitting to truth serum.
Because if Harry alone couldn’t do it - or had no idea he could - Cedric is there, and his father works at the Ministry, and he’s a seventh year. He knows more, and he has people ready to help him - and if he asks them, to help Harry Potter.
Sure, the ministry would try to get all this under the rug, but they couldn’t. Because Weasleys, and Diggorys, and Dumbledore, and Bones, and even Longbottom and soon every name that has a contact in Hogwarts - except some of the Death Eaters - are pushing for the truth to get out, and with a bit of blackmail, Rita helps - and this time, the Daily Prophet can’t repress all of them.
Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived, and how the war would have turned.
•Remus is asexual and doesn’t really voice it unless necessary
•for months Sirius says sexual pickup lines to Remus when he first becomes interested in him
•"hey moony that sweater looks nice on you, it would look better on my bedroom floor"
•"hey moony I may not go down in history but I will go down on you"
•(cheesy, but that is Sirius blacks middle name)
•Remus either laughs it off or just ignores it
•one day as Sirius says one of his “brilliant” pickup lines in the almost empty common room
•(“I see you haven’t been studying, you must want the ’D’”)
•when Remus just nonchalantly says
•"Sirius you know I’m asexual"
•and Sirius is just completely ?????what ?????what does that mean??????
•and Remus sighs and explains as simply as he can
•"it means I don’t actually wanna have sex with you…or anyone for that matter"
•and Sirius stares at him in shock
•and Remus sits there waiting for a rejection or a disgusted remark like always
•and Sirius just throws his hands in the air and says
•"moony why didn’t you tell me sooner?! I would have just asked you on a date instead of trying to get in your pants first!“
•and Remus grins cause wow Sirius Black is such a dork
•but also wow he respects his sexuality like no one ever has before
•and he wants to take him out on a date too how special
•"so do you wanna?”
•"go on a date with me silly?”
•"of course I’ll go on a date with you padfoot.“
•and they just continue on with their business grinning like two idiots
You marched right up to Peter. You were fuming with anger, fists clenched and face red. Smoke would be coming out of your ears if this were some cartoon. All Lost Boys kept a distance from you, knowing to never get in your way when you were like this.
“Peter Pan!” You shouted, entering his treehouse. “You can’t keep doing this.”
“What are you talking about? The fact that I pushed another Lost Boy out of a tree again?” He replied casually, laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling.
Your eyes widened, looking at Peter with disgust and shock. “You did what?”
Peter had a thing for pushing Lost Boys out of trees from time to time. He thought it was the funniest thing, but you couldn’t stand it. The boys seriously got hurt sometimes and you had to deal with their whining.
“I was talking about leaving one of the younger ones alone deep in the forest! He could’ve gotten seriously injured. Could have gotten killed!” You fumed. “But you also pushed another boy out of a tree? Goddammit, Peter.”
“What? I wanted to see if he could fly.” He waved it off, sitting up on the bed to stare at you.
“Jesus Christ, I can’t deal with you! anymore!”
He cocked an eyebrow, standing up now. “Excuse you?”
Your hands gripped the hair on your head. You lightly yanked on it, not believing Peter anymore. This boy drove you up the wall. You’d no clue why you liked him, no clue why you dealt with him and his shenanigans. But he was going too far. Pushing boys out of trees and leaving the younger, weaker ones alone in the forest. It was becoming too much.
“You’re out of control. You’re hurting the boys, nearly killing them sometimes! I have to take care of them. I have to mend their wounds. And you don’t even give a rat’s ass about them. This is all your fault!” You screamed at him. “All the problems on this island is because of you! All of it is your fault.”
Peter marched up to you now. Now he was fuming with anger. His eyes turned darker, his snarl nightmarish. He pinned you to the wall, pressing his hands into your shoulders. It hurt, but you kept the fire growing inside you.
“I could kill you right now, Y/N. You know to never speak to me like that. I don’t care if you’re a Lost Boy. Lost Girl. I don’t care if we’re in some form of relationship. You don’t ever speak to me like that. You don’t control me, I control you.”
Your eyebrows raised. “Oh, no no. No no no. You don’t control me. No one controls me. Now, just admit I’m right; you’re out of control, and I’ll be on my merry little way to go aid the Lost Boy you pushed out of the tree!” Your voice grew louder and louder as you went on. You grabbed Peter’s left arm, yanking it off you. You shoved the rest of him off, walking away.
“We’re not finished, Y/N!” Peter yelled at you.
“Yes we are. We’re finished when I say we’re finished. This conversation is done with. Speak to me again today, and you’ll regret it,” you warned, sending very small chills down Peter’s spine. “Oh, and tonight I’m not sleeping in here. I’ll find elsewhere.”
You walked out of the room, heading to where the hurt Lost Boy was. Peter stood straight, looking at the spot you were formerly standing in. His mouth was slightly agape, eyes wide. He stood completely still. Maybe he did mess up. Maybe he did go a little too far. Because in all the time you two have been together and fought, you never once slept somewhere else.
gif sources: [x][x][x] not requested: This drabble is based off of the song Single - The Neighbourhood, only pieces of the song are used. I would recommend listening to it, honestly the first time I heard it all I could think of was making out with Peter Maximoff. Sorry it’s a bit of a mess but I’d really appreciate it if you left me some feedback!
Peter Maximoff x Reader
I don’t know if we should be alone together I still got a crush, that’s obvious If nobody’s around, what’s stopping us? Everywhere I go you show, whatever I don’t ever mind sharing oxygen I just wanna get lost in your lungs
Being left in a room together was gruelling, especially when you looked like that with your flamboyant smile, contagious laugh, soft curves, mesmerising looks and ethereal presence.
You looked up at Peter with your bottom lip between your teeth and teasing look in your eye that broke Peter’s restraint. Not a second later did he have you no longer sitting on the love-seat located in the library, but on his lap.
“Peter no, we could get caught,” you search the room with frantic eyes look for the presence of anyone.
“Nobody’s here baby girl, it just us. There’s nothing stopping us.” He moves his face closer with each word spoken, eyes completely focused on your plump lips until his own brush against them. He watches as your eyelids flutter shut at the sensation, still not used to the way your body reacts to even the briefest of his touches.
The thing about your relationship was that it’s a secret and with a telepath for friend that was exceptionally hard, but the two of you managed. So that resulted in lots of sneaking around, stolen kisses and effective use of Peter’s speed. The pair of you didn’t particularly want to hide your relationship but found it necessary as you were unsure how your friends would react to the large age gap.
Reasoning evaded your mind with the sensation of his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, lips moulding together softly, relishing in the way your kisses felt like a breath of fresh air and the way his scent invaded your senses, intoxicating you and the way his kiss leaves your heart rate spiked and a shiver of delight rolling down your back. You’re still perched on his lap, one hand snaking up his neck, threading your fingers through the silky hair at the base of his neck, pulling him closer to you and the other resting on his chest over his heart. The two of you continued to get lost in one another, re-discovering and tracing parts of each other you were already so familiar with. Peter’s hands reposition from your hips to cup your face, deepening the kiss leaving you spiralling into pit of desperate passion.
Peter’s tongue nudged your lower lip as you parted them, allowing his tongue to prod your mouth, exploring it and relishing in the way you unintentionally grind down on him as he does so, electing a low moan from his pink lips and a gasp from yours.
Fuck did this boy know how to kiss.
From that point the kiss became feverish, fuelled by passion, lust and raw hunger for one another. There was no other way to describe it other than intense and hot.
You both pulled away due to oxygen deprivation, but within seconds Peter was trailing kisses along your jaw, down your neck and across your collarbone before coming back up your neck and nipping on the sensitive skin there.
Peter can’t help but look up at you from his place on your neck and feel utter adoration for the girl on his lap. He continues to plant small hickies on your neck, ones he know will be a bitch to cover in the morning however he can’t help but wish people were aware of your relationship.
He knows that if things continue the way they are with the teasing gestures of batting your eye lashes, biting your lip and his lingering stares it won’t remain a secret much longer as you’re driving him crazy. Yes you tease him from time to time, but half the time what you do to drive him crazy is unintentional on your part. He can’t help but stare at you as you enter the room because, as clichè as it is, you light whatever room you walk into up. He hangs on your every word loving the way your lips move as you pronounce each word, he is hypnotised by your little quirks that add to your beauty. He longs for your relationship to be public, not caring what others will think as he’s not sure how much longer he can see you laughing at Scott’s lame attempts at jokes, knowing it could be him making you cry with laughter, watching as your eyes light up and you attempt to muffle your laughter and grin by covering your mouth. You constantly have his attention, and he wants every one to know you’re his.
I don’t think that we should be around each other When you’re in the room, you get my eyes You open your mouth, I’m hypnotized I can make you laugh until you cry You know you got all my attention You know you got all mine
it’s always there; a constant representation of how unworthy he is. how unworthy of his magic. how unworthy of gryffindor house. he is no warrior, and he knows it. his first year at hogwarts, the knot is so tight that he can hardly breathe.
but then he makes friends. and he knows enough to know that his friends are not ordinary; that they are something precious. he loves them. he wants to be like them. and as he gets closer to sirius black, james potter, and remus lupin - as he gets drawn into their stupid pranks and escapades, as he begins to learn hogwarts like the back of his hand - he can feel the knot start to loosen.
once he goes to james about it and tries to tell him that it makes him a coward. james laughs.
“come on mate. i’ve got one too. being scared doesn’t make you a coward. you belong in this house as much as anyone.”
peter smiles and tells him thank you and doesn’t even try to explain that it is different. that there is something wrong. he knows that james potter feels fear like an annoyance; something to be swatted away.
it doesn’t matter now anyway. the knot is nearly gone.
until graduation. until the years that follow. on halloween night, 1981, the knot in peter pettigrew’s stomach turns to steel. it stays that way for sixteen years.
but sixteen years later, for just a moment, peter feels like the version of himself that existed at hogwarts. he looks into the eyes of a boy - lily’s eyes - and he sees that they are afraid. and then he sees this child, the spitting image of james potter, swat the fear away like an annoyance. and peter feels everything at once.
he saves harry potter’s life.
and the last thing that he thinks, as the world begins to fade, is that the knot in his stomach doesn’t feel so much like steel anymore.