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sigma-castell  asked:

Have you ever thought about writing a fic in which Voldemort went after the Longbottoms instead of the Potters?

If Voldemort had chosen the pureblood boy, not the halfblood, as his opponent? This Neville would have had graves to visit, instead of a hospital. He’d still have grown up in his grandmother’s clutches, tut-tutted at, dropped out windows absentmindedly, left to bounce on paving stones.

Let’s tell this story: Alice Longbottom, who was the better at hexing, told Frank to take Neville and run.

She died on the braided rug of their sitting room floor. Frank heard her fall from where he stood in front of the cradle. He did not have time to run.

When the Dark Lord climbed the stairs and saw Frank, he laughed at the small man in front of him. Frank had crooked teeth, a mis-sized nose, big fingers and small, watery eyes. Voldemort looked at him the way children would look at Neville, in almost a decade, at stubby fingers around a rememberall, a wrinkled brow and a stammer. “Move aside,” he said, the way a different Voldemort had once offered a way out to Lily Potter. That had been for the sake of another man’s love, and this was for his own contempt. “Just let me have the boy. Did you really think you could–”

When Neville met Voldemort again, in his fourth year, when Luna’s advice, his own gillyweed knowledge, and Ginny’s Bat Bogey Hex lessons had gotten him through the Triwizard Tournament he’d never signed up to enter, there would be a bubbling scar on Voldemort’s sunken left cheek. His father had had time for one curse. Frank’s love had saved his son, marked him, but his hate had been enough, too, to scar Tom Riddle through every rebirth and transformation he would ever have.

Harry Potter would have grown up as James’s oldest son. I think Lily, who missed her sister, and James, who had found three brothers at school and loved them more than life, would have had more children: a little sister who James taught to fly (little Tuney’d be Keeper to Ginny’s Seeker, in a decade, and gossip terribly about Harry), a baby brother Lily fervently talked James out of naming Lupeterius. Harry would have grown up spoiled and loved, magical, with toy broomsticks and playdates with the other Order kids– stumbling Neville, the Bones girl and the rollicking Weasley bunch.

If the Potters were never the main targets, never hiding and frightened, I don’t think Peter would have turned when he did. Not enough gain. Not enough tail-tucking fear. Peter would have limped through to the end of the war, whiskers shivering in his soul even when they were popping champagne on the night Neville Longbottom’s parents died.

They raised delicate glasses that had somehow survived all the first war, laughing, in Godric’s Hollow, to the Boy Who Lived. Augusta Longbottom planned her children’s funeral and wondered if her grandson’s forehead would scar like that. Lily danced in the living room with James, on the garish rug that Sirius had bought them as a joke and that they had kept just to spite him.

But this was a story about Neville now–it would always be a story about Harry, somewhat, because it had never been the scar that made the boy. When Draco Malfoy stole Neville’s rememberall, this Harry would still jump on a broom; when Hermione, weeping in the bathrooms, didn’t know about the troll, Harry would still run to tell her–that instinct was not something even having loving parents (especially these parents) would have kept from him.

But this had always been a story about Neville, too– unscarred Neville, Neville with his pockets full of gum wrappers, this had always been the story of his rise and his steady soul. But this time he was marked from birth, a scar on his forehead and hands that weren’t any better at holding a wand. This time, his grandmother had even more reason to look at him with disappointment when he spent all his childhood looking powerless.

Neville was not the disappeared savior who they whispered about. Halloween was still a celebration of Voldemort’s fall, but Neville was a lucky object, not a small hero, because where there had been a vacuum to fill when it had been Harry Potter, to fill with wonderment and thanks, here Neville toddled down Diagon Alley and held his grandmother’s hand. The whole world knew this boy was probably a squib, with pudgy fingers and a slow stammer, who didn’t learn to read until it was almost time to go to Hogwarts.

When Neville got his Hogwarts letter, the whole wizarding world was very politely surprised. He got told congratulations from strangers in the street, who in different universes would be shaking Harry Potter’s hand and swooning. Neville was far above smart enough to recognize than none of the other children got congratulated for the victory of being asked to attend school.

He asked the Hat for Hufflepuff and it gave him Gryffindor. He hoped they did not expect him to learn how to roar.

This was a Neville scarred. This was a Neville who would still get a rememberall and still forget it in his room two days out of five, who would eat a Weasley treat and turn into a canary, who would take Ginny Weasley to the Yule Ball and not once step on her toes.

This was a Neville who had had long conversations with the garden snakes in his backyard as a child and who had snuck them bits of his breakfast, kept track of which little serpent liked soft boiled eggs and which would dare to try a bit of sausage if he wiggled it properly. When he first got to Hogwarts, lonely, a lion in lamb’s fleece, Neville hid out behind the greenhouses and made friends with the snakes who curled on the warm rocks there.

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34. We should not pretend to go into a coma when we have a test coming up we would prefer not to take.

“Look, all I’m saying is that I would rather die than have to take this stupid exam,” James insisted to his friends dramatically, throwing his quill down on his writing desk with a satisfying plunk.

“You’d rather die?” Peter asked with wide eyes, “Like literally?”

James rolled his eyes, swiveling back in his seat so he was facing Peter, “No, not literally. I’m not that dedicated to not taking this quiz.”

“But, what if you were,” Sirius spoke up slowly, looking towards the ceiling as he was thinking deeply.

James scowled, “Then I’d be dead and you’d all have to make sure I have a bloody awesome funeral. Well Pete and Remus would need to anyway. Padfoot would probably be too much of a blubbering mess to be productive after my passing.”

“I see no shame in mourning the loss of a loved one,” Sirius retorted haughtily, his nose high up in the air, “Besides, I wasn’t thinking that you should actually die. That would be ridiculous.”

“Glad we’re all in agreement that James is not going to actually die in response to taking an exam,” Remus spoke up dryly, rolling his eyes slightly before looking back down at the papers he was gathering to put away.

“I’m proposing that James fake dies,” Sirius said happily.

The other boys looked up from what they were doing, confused looks on their faces as they tried to wrap their mind around Sirius’ proposition.

“And how exactly does one fake die?” Remus asked cautiously, not sure if he wanted to know the answer or not.

“Yeah, you can’t just fake a death!” Peter exclaimed incredulously.

“Okay, maybe not a fake death. But, like, you could go into one of those … long term sleep things. You know what I’m talking about?”

“A coma?” James asked hesitantly.

When Sirius nodded his head enthusiastically, James clarified, “You want me to go into a coma? I don’t see how that’s better than death.”

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Harry now worked at the ministry of magic as an auror. He was down where Sirius had died, the room with the veil. He walked closer to it, hearing the voices once again, but this time, this time there was a voice, a much more more distinct one “Harry” It says “Help, hold out your hand” It says, curious Harry holds out his hand and someones hand shoots out of the veil, immediately Harry helps the strangor out, only to Realize it was someone whom he had not seen for nearly twenty years, Sirius Black. He stares for a second before hugging him, once again feeling like a young boy. Sirius hugs Harry, looking around “Wow. How long was I in the veil?” Sirius asks. Harry Releases him from the hug “Sirius… It’s been nearly twenty years. . we all thought you were dead… ”

To see the short story follow me on quotev, @.WinchesterRegect

Evans: Regulus Black

Originally posted by painfulblisss

Can you do a imagine with Regulus where reader is Lily’s younger sister and they fall in love? Maybe you can add the part where both Lily and Sirius find out and they’re shocked? Love your writings so much


Her body moves like the gentle trickle of a creek, flowing in graceful arcs, limbs in motion and painted a picture no artist could ever achieve. Silk gracefully twirls around her body; her eyes twinkle with mischief as her torso moves seductively. With each sway of her hips, with each alluring twist of her lean form, she told a story that was beautiful. Her movements were like ribbons swaying in the wind, elegance at its finest form. Decorated in silk and poised balance, I could read a thousand books and never take in less than when she compacts in one performance. She amazes me, living for the moments of stepping out onto a stage and performing as though her life depended on it; in some ways you could say that her life did depend on it, she had the scars and bunions as well to prove it. Her strength was the reason I fell in love with her, her grace and beauty comparing to none I’ve known before.

My hands drift down to her hips, settling there for a moment to admire her curves and then I pulled her closer. The corners of my mouth curl up into a smile when I hear her inhale sharply, her soft hands reaching up to rest against my chest. Her eyes held a sense of innocence but the smile on her face tells me something else. “Must you be so perfect?” She mumbles and my laughter booms through the empty room before dying down into a soft chuckle. Dressed in only a thin black shirt my breathing quickens when she spreads her fingers out against my chest and slowly start to descend.

I lean down and bury my face into the crook of her neck, nuzzling her neck with delicate kisses. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably in my arms and I hum before angling my head to the side, inching closer and closer to hers. I was a breath away from kissing her when I noticed that her mouth was opened, our warm breathes mingling together in the cool winter atmosphere. I don’t know if it was just me but I could feel my heart flutter inside my chest. “(Y/N)” I whisper slowly, catching her eyes before they fluttered close and our lips brushed against each other. One thing I knew about the girl standing before me was that she loved when I prolonged the syllables of her name as if I was savoring a piece of chocolate cake.

I couldn’t bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she was around. I lived for those moments when we would sneak off to a secluded area and indulge in pure human nature, those were the days I would someday die with imprinted into my memory and lingering on my lips. When her soft pink lips brushed against mine warmth spread throughout my enter body and the world slowly fell away. I would climb mountains and swim across oceans if it was to get a simple kiss from her, I knew that if I lost her I would lose myself, she was the half that made my soul whole.

When she pulls away from the kiss, her eyes danced with the flame of lust and desire. She yanks me forward once again and her mouth covers mine in a hungry kiss. Our lips crushed together, her mouth so warm and the caresses of her lips softer than I could imagined, I allowed her entrance with a low throaty moan. In the back of my mind I could register the feeling of her hands on my body but I was drunken by her kiss that I would walk blindly into war for her. I truly knew the meaning of blind for love, it was the moment when no matter if the world was against you, you knew that the one person would stand by your side. Time seem to go in scenes and when I open my eyes again I’m sitting on the edge of my bed in nothing but my boxers and (Y/N) is standing before me. Red hair wild and bright underneath the lights of the lanterns, freckles decorating her face like tiny brown stars and my school shirt hanging on her body loosely.

Her presences stole the words I didn’t need to say. The silence that hung around the world bare all our secret midnight kisses and the love that existed between us. In these moments her love was what gave me strength, one kiss and I had the courage of twenty men. When she manages to sleep at night it is as though the world has stopped for a few hours, there’s no war or death or suffering, just us. I don’t care about the people around us, in fact when she’s in the same room I hardly notice anyone else. It would sometimes feel as though I was living in one of those cheesy muggle movies, living out my days with a happy ending.

“Why do you always seem so deep in thought?” She questions and I couldn’t help but kiss her once more. I couldn’t help it she tasted like November, hot chocolate on stormy mornings and the crisp autumn air. Whenever she asked me this question I would smile and reply that she was so beautiful she plagued my mind, and she would laugh and then playfully kiss the tip of my nose. Most nights I would spill my heart out to her and tell her all my secrets and fears but we were interrupted by the sound of my room door slamming open. The ancient woods creaked underneath the force of the impact and (Y/N) whimpers in my arms before burying herself into my side, I would be her knight against the dark dragon any day.

I carefully look up from the mountain of blankets that covered us and saw Sirius casually leaning against the door with Lily gaping at the scene before her. For a moment my eyes catch those of my brother and there is an unspoken understanding between the two of us, one that I had promised the moment my eyes landed on the girl laying in my bed:

Don’t hurt her

Wolfstar AU

Headcanon where wizarding world is all just the dreams of a little boy called Remus Lupin, induced from the drugs he takes for his illness. He tells his mum he’s a werewolf wizard and she smiles at him as another blood test is sent off for inspection.

They don’t go away, over the years, in fact they get more vivid. But Remus doesn’t mind, he likes dreaming about magic and going to school and the three boys who are his friends when he goes to sleep. It’s a little weird that sometimes he dreams up a character and they appear in real life, like the werewolf that bit him in his dream world looking exactly like that guy who was convicted of murder, or the Headmaster of the magic school being his new doctor, but it’s not the weirdest thing going on his life so he just shrugs every time it happens.

But then his dreams start turning into nightmares. He’s older in his dreams, than he is in real life, and there’s this guy called Voldemort who is killing people, and all his dream friends don’t trust him and people keep dying in his dreams and he’s so, so scared that they’ll die in real life, like Marlene, the girl who sometimes shows up for checkups when he’s at the hospital for a long stay, she has these vividly coloured wigs that always make him smile. And then it happens. And he’s as alone in his head as he is in the real world. He wakes up crying that night, and refuses tell anyone why because he knows it’s not real but it still hurts.

When Sirius shows up in the real world a couple of months later, all cheeky grins and ridiculously good looks like in his dreams, Remus refuses to talk to him. He knows it’s stupid. This stranger doesn’t know he betrayed his friends in Remus’ head, God, he doesn’t even know the sarcastic boy, with the messy curls in the bed next to his, creepily dreamt up a magic world he has somehow starred in since he was eleven.

He doesn’t stop trying to talk to Remus though. Not even when Remus snaps and screams, “I just can’t trust you, okay?!” one night when the dreams and his illness and his imagined broken friendship with the boy becomes too much. Not when, a couple of weeks later Remus starts saying the name, Harry in his sleep like a complete nutter. Not when Remus wakes up gasping, covered in sweat, and stumbles over to Sirius’ bed, amber eyes wide and repeating the words “it was Peter”, and “I’m sorry” over and over.

Sirius just wiggles his way firmly into Remus’ life, telling bad jokes, ranting about his latest book series, or the merits of Punkrock vs that ‘swotty librarian look you’ve got going on’. And eventually Remus stops questioning why Sirius likes Remus so much even when he was a complete twat to him for almost two months. He comforts Sirius when the chemo takes his hair, Sirius lends him all the books he could ever want, they go through good days and bad days and everything is great. And then Sirius falls through the veil in his dream, and Remus wakes up to find that his real world Sirius has relapsed. And he cries for near on two hours. Because this is it, he finally has a friend, and his stupid fucking dreams have jinxed it.

But Sirius gets better, gets stronger, stops looking like a skeleton. It still takes Remus a while to stop waking up expecting the worst.

Soon Remus is released, his new medication seems to be working well. So well, in fact, he gets to go to school a few days each week. He meets a boy named James who almost gives him a bloody heart attack the first time they bump into each other. Also a boy named Peter. He doesn’t like Peter but feels guilty each time he snaps at the poor guy, it takes a while for Remus to soften towards him, but he does. He still visits Sirius every week until he is released.

They don’t start dating until Remus dreams his own death and wakes up in the hospital three days later after a serious relapse, staring up into a pair of puffy, grey eyes. Sirius stares down at him, face blotchy but beaming with a wide grin. “If I wasn’t scared it would accidentally set you off again, Mr Lupin, I would kiss you right now.”

The dreams stop abruptly after that. But Remus’ life goes on. Sometimes, when he looks at his godson, Harry, he has to blink away the image of a lightning shaped scar. Sometimes he looks up at the full moon, and he laughs his own private “fuck you”. Sometimes when he looks at the silver streaks in Sirius’ hair he has to bite his lip to stop himself from crying for the man in his head who would never get to whine about how it “makes me look dashing! I’m not old, I’m experienced”. Sometimes he hugs his son, Teddy, tightly and doesn’t let go for a long time. Especially when the kid dyed his hair blue.

soften

for @alrightpotter who didn’t expect this but got it anyway


“Objection! The witness just perjured himself.”

Lily wanted to hit him so badly she physically had to hold herself back from doing so. “Judge, the witness is stating his name, I don’t understand how that is willingly perpetrating a lie in this court.”

Potter, already standing, smirked at the jury like they were his friends. A majority smiled back. “It says on the witness statement here” at this he waved the bit of paper at the jury, like they already didn’t have a copy, “that the witnesses name is ‘Peter Adam Pettigrew’ and not ‘Peter Pettigrew’ like the witness just claimed. Presumably the witness knows his own name, and this is clear grounds for expulsion.”

“Judge he clearly misspoke-“

“Oh so now you’re assuming on behalf of the witness, forgive me, Miss Evans but I thought you were representing the crown and not Mr Pettigrew’s interests-“

“The job of a lawyer is to respond to objections Mr Potter, and you’d know that if you ever paid attention-“

“Objection!” Potter called again, pointing at her like a child, “Miss Evans just questioned my credentials-“

Lily gripped the pen she was holding so hard she snapped it. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I miss the part where I questioned you were a lawyer? Was I not present in the event of that coming out of my actual mout-“

 

“Counselors!” Lupin didn’t even bang his gavel, “Mr Potter will you please sit down, it is not necessary for you to stand up every time you say something. Miss Evans, would you care to face your witness? The court does not have this sort of time for you two to dispute over every point. Mr Potter your objection is overruled.

Potter collapsed back into his chair, still staring at her, eyebrows slightly raised. Next to him Black, leaning on the back legs of his chair and with a wonky tie, was grinning, as if he wasn’t on trial for embezzlement and fraud and god knows what else. Potter was still staring at her like a dare, like he was waiting to go in again, and she wanted to hit something.

She turned back around. “Mr Pettigrew if you could state your age for the court.”

“Uh.” Pettigrew was sweating, face glossy, and leaned in to close to the microphone. “twenty-one.”

“Objection! The witness is actually twenty-one and seventy-two days and has failed to make this clear to the court.”

Lily felt all blood rush to her head, because it was month three of this bullshit, and it was to fucking hot, and there was ink on her pants, and he was so clearly trying to put on a show to entertain the jury, and it was so clearly working. “How would anyone be expected to know-“

“I know my exact age is twenty-three years and one hundred and eleven days so it’s not my fault Miss Evans that you don’t keep up to date with your personal-“

“Not all of us have so much time on our hands Potter you fucking assh-

 

“Oh I make time so don’t blame me-“

 

“Fucking God you’re being ridicul-“

 

“Mr Potter! Miss Evans!” and suddenly, Lily was aware of Lupin yelling, and that Potter had gotten up from his desk, and they were inches from each other, and that the jury had seen all of it. Good god, he was close, she could see each of his eyelashes. There was a slight scar across his left cheekbone.

“This is a courtroom!” dimly, Lupin was yelling, but it was as if she was hearing it underwater, and she was looking at Potter, and he was looking at her, and she fucking hated him. He knew exactly how old Pettigrew was down to the day. Probably because he knew Pettigrew’s birthday. He probably knew a lot of things about Pettigrew she didn’t. That’s what comes with being best mates with someone since you were eleven.

Sirius didn’t do it you know. He’d said that day in the woman’s bathroom, and she’d jumped and sworn and flicked sink water at him. He really didn’t. He’s being framed.

He’s your client. She’d said, washing her hands and looking at him though the mirror, that’s what you’re supposed to say.

Trust me, if Sirius wanted to commit embezzlement he wouldn’t get caught. He’d responded, leaning against the door, hair just touching the frame, arms folded.

He’s your best friend. She’d said, simply, You’re defending him pro-bono. You’re supposed to think he’s innocent.

 

She was thinking of how he’d said nothing, how she’d turned around and he was gone, like a dream or a ghost. Later, when he never mentioned it in court or the halls or the office where they both argued about who could use the printer, she wondered if she dreamt it. Him, the bathroom, how he’d looked at her. Almost sadly. Like he knew something she didn’t. Like he wished she knew it to.

And now of course, standing there, getting a lecture on court behavior from an exasperated Lupin, she couldn’t help but look at him again. Thinking of Black’s wonky tie and Pettigrew sweating buckets on the stand and the five-thousand dollar suit he was wearing, despite claiming to be on benefits.

Lupin was still tlking anf-for once- Potter was completely silent. Lily couldn’t stop thinking about any of it, the case, the shady camera footage, how Pettigrew said his story the same way every time like he practiced it. And oh God, Potter’s face when he’d said He didn’t do it, you know. Like he really did know. Like he had never known anything so certainly in his life. And Oh God, it was times like this, and at four in the morning when she was lying awake, where she believed him. It was times like this when she was almost sure that she was making a terrible, terrible mistake.

James had risked his life for Severus, once, because the man at the end of this corridor had thought it would be funny. James was dead, because this man had betrayed him. Lily was dead. What here was mischief? What was cold malice? What was cowardice?

When Severus burst through the door to the Shrieking Shack, he had an Avada kedavra on his tongue, ready. He had been more certain of few things in his life than that he had enough hatred in him to cast it.

But apparently three simultaneous Expelliarmuses, even cast only by some third-year wizards, can knock a man unconscious.

Severus didn’t hear what came after, but he would have understood. “I would have died rather than betray Lily and James,” Black screamed at Pettigrew in that Shack. “I would have died rather than betray my friends.”

But Severus didn’t hear it. He was unconscious through Black’s story, through Pettigrew squealing, through Harry standing with frightened, certain fists and saying, “My dad wouldn’t have wanted you to,” like he knew anything at all about what James would have wanted.

Severus didn’t hear any of it, but he would have understood. He would have understood Black screaming in Pettigrew’s face, thirteen-years gaunt and hollow-cheeked. He would have understood the way Harry’s stubborn face froze them in their tracks.

Severus had walked through the long dark corridor, a killing curse roiling in his gut, and he didn’t know, but Black would have understood that, too.

a life of smoke and silvered glass, in which Severus Snape stayed friends with Lily, which means becoming friends with James, too, once he grew up enough to be worth anyone’s time 

[full fic here]

follow your heart gently;

september @jilychallenge | @acciododie vs @erase-grace 

social media au +  “after lily spotted james on campus, she posted a video to her university’s campus story, telling james: ‘To the cute guy wearing the blue jersey in the university’s snapchat story, I’m seriously in love with you. find me.’ a modern day cat and mouse game ensues with the whole campus urging romeo and juliet to meet because oMG its love at first sight!!” 

4.3k words. 


[prologue;]

it was just a flash of blue. the deepest, most beautiful shade of navy. an ocean of explosions, all of them within her ribcage. he was one of the best things she’d ever seen. she felt her heart quickening and pushing out of her chest. and the puddlemere united jersey is what started it all. 

[campus story; user @lilyevans30] 12:23am

 TO THE BOY IN THE PUDDLEMERE JERSEY! I THINK YOU’RE HELLA HOT AND IM SLIGHTLY IN LOVE WITH YOU. COME FIND ME. 


[interlude i.]

she wasn’t sure what it was about him. dark hair. ruffled. his friends around him, laughing and lighting up his hazel eyes. the flecks of green in them that caught in the light, even through the lens of his glasses. the fingers that were worn and calloused from plucking the strings of the guitar. the way he smiled at her and tossed his head with a wink. but she needed to know him. 

no matter what it took.


james potter to sirius black: have u seen the campus snap story 

sirius black: no y 

james potter: there’s a girl on there 

james potter: she’s rlly hot 

james potter: and i’m sure she’s lookin for me 

sirius black: ur full of it 

sirius black: wait 

sirius black: i’ve seen u lookin at her before

sirius black: maybe she wAs looking 4 u 

james potter: how do i find her 

sirius black: idk 

sirius black: but love is a game 

james potter: now who’s full of shit 

sirius black: still u 



[campus story; user @jimmy27] 9:02am

to the girl with the hair on fire, you’re hot too! like… smoking. if you think you can handle me, *wink*meet me at the english block.


marlene mckinnon to lily evans: are you for real 

lily evans: wot 

marlene mckinnon: you go looking for a cute boy you saw 

marlene mckinnon: on the campus snapchat story? 

lily evans: y not 

lily evans: i got a response 

lily evans: wot a twat tho 

marlene mckinnon: why bother then? 

lily evans: he’s cute 

lily evans: and i think there’s more to him than that 

lily evans: not sure y 

marlene mckinnon: so you’re gonna meet him? 

lily evans: yea i think so 

marlene mckinnon: go get him girl 

lily evans: lov u 



[interlude ii.] 

he’d seen her around before. he’d never forget the red hair that was set alright by the sunset. never. she smiled at remus a lot. he was sure they had classes together. he wasn’t sure how to explain it. he didn’t just notice the shape of her legs or her hair or her breath taking eyes he could drown in. he noticed the curve of her fingers across the spines of her books, the smile as she laughed with her friend on the quad, the little drawings she had on her notebook, the result of absent-minded talent. he thought that she was the kind of girl all those classic authors wrote about. pale cheeks and splatterings of freckles and reckless and wonderful ideas in her head. 

he wanted it, and he wondered if her lips tasted like cherry wine, or strawberry lip balm. he couldn’t help himself. 



peter pettigrew to the boys are back in town (campus): jim 

peter pettigrew: y r u on the uni story 

remus lupin: i was thinking the same thing 

remus lupin: you know snapchat isn’t the same as tinder right 

peter pettigrew: esp on a story the whole uni can see 

james potter: idiots 

james potter: i am aware of all of this 

peter pettigrew: yea but there are other ways to meet chicks 

sirius black: apparently this isn’t “some chick" 

sirius black: she’s a girl that wants to talk to jimmy 

sirius black: for some reason 

james potter: stfu black 

james potter: anyway

james potter: do any of u know anything abt her 

remus lupin: well 

remus lupin: i have lit w her 

remus lupin: her name is lily 

remus lupin: she’s rlly smart and nice 

peter pettigrew: she seems rlly cool 

remus lupin: yea she is 

james potter: thx moony 

sirius black: i thought i was ur wingman 

james potter: always 

sirius black: go get er pal ;) 

james potter: i hate u 


mary mcdonald to lily evans: babe im seein u on the snap story

mary mcdonald: ur such a flirt O.M.G

lily evans: im not even sorry

mary mcdonald: darling id never ask u to b

mary mcdonald: and tbh hes hella fit

mary mcdonald: r any of this friends single?

lily evans: om g

lily evans: u know idek

mary mcdonald: ik

mary mcdonald: so when u meeting him

lily evans: shit

lily evans: idek

lily evans: F U C K

mary mcdonald: o shit

lily evans: I GTG

mary mcdonald: bye love


[campus story; user @lilyevans30] 4:09pm

puddlemere jersey boy; fuck u!! *gives camera the bird*

[campus story; user @lilyevans30] 4:10pm

nah, I’m just kidding. But you didn’t show! *pouty face* I wish you’d told me a time or something. Better luck next time I guess!


alice fortescue to girls (who run the world): GALS

alice fortescue: I MISS U ALL

alice fortescue: LIKE SO MUCH

alice fortescue: WE GOTTA SKYPE AT SOME POINT

lily evans: aaGREED

mary mcdonald: come back to uni alice ;(((((

alice fortescue: haH i wish

alice fortescue: but hard pass

mary mcdonald: BTW

lily evans: mary pls no

mary mcdonald: DID U HEAR ABT LILY BEIN A TOTAL FLIRT

lily evans: I DID NO SUCH THING

marlene mckinnon: I KNOW RIGHT

marlene mckinnon: ITS SO JUICY

alice fortescue: OMG TELL ME

alice fortescue: LILY I CANT BELIEVE UV BEEN KEEPING SECRETS FROM ME

lily evans: STFU MARLENE

lily evans: I HATE U ALL

mary mcdonald: lIEs

lily evans: NOPE

lily evans: PURE HATE

marlene mckinnon: LILY I ACTUALLY SWEAR TO GOD AND ALL THAT IS PURE

marlene mckinnon: IF YOU DON’T SHUT THE FUCK UP

marlene mckinnon: AND LET US TELL THE STORY

marlene mckinnon: I WILL BURN YOUR VINYLS

lily evans: NO

marlene mckinnon: WELL

alice fortescue: GUYS JUST TELL ME

mary mcdonald: lily saw a cute boy and put a post on the campus snapchat story about it asking for him

marlene mckinnon: he responded and suggested they meet at the english block

marlene mckinnon: but he stood her up

mary mcdonald: and lily is still making excuses for him

mary mcdonald: and still wants to meet him

alice fortescue: OMG

alice fortescue: but LILY WHY

alice fortescue: UR THE FIRST ONE TO SHUT THE BOY DOWN USUALLY

lily evans: I KNOW

lily evans: BUT THIS FEELS DIFFERENT

lily evans: AND I THINK IT WAS AN HONEST MISTAKE TO STAND ME UP

mary mcdonald: H O W  

lily evans: HE DIDN’T SPECIFY A TIME

alice fortescue: lil I think ur whipped

mary mcdonald: ur 1000% right alice

marlene mckinnon: yep, fuckin whipped as cream

lily evans: *middle finger emoji*

alice fortescue: love u too


[interlude iii.]

hands on her thighs, cracked lips along her jawline. those calloused fingers roaming through her hair. she doesn’t know why, why he’d intruded into her mind like this. doesn’t know him. she swears she doesn’t. but god, it feels like she does when it’s like this. playing guitar with him, wondering what his laugh might sound like if she’s the one who causes it. she can’t help it. she doesn’t mean to wander to him. she doesnt’t. but the contents of her subconscious are beyond her control. he is actually going to be the death of her.

she wishes she could stop dreaming of him. and actually meet him. talk to him. know him. more than life itself.


peter pettigrew to can the real slim shady pls sTAND UP: has anyone seen my chocolate stash

remus lupin:

remus lupin: no

peter pettigrew: I hate u

remus lupin: SIRIUS HELPED

sirius black: TRAITOR

sirius black: I TRUSTED U

remus lupin: OH DON’T ACT LIKE YOU WOULDN’T DOB ME IN IF YOU WERE IN MY POSITION

sirius black: ok fine

james potter: wtaf guys

james potter: y would u do that to peter

peter pettigrew: ty jim

james potter: n not share w me

peter pettigrew: nvm

peter pettigrew changed the group name to I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS DECEPION

remus lupin: on another note

peter pettigrew: donT CHANGE THE SUBJECT

remus lupin: jim hows it going with lily

james potter: uhhum

sirius black: he accidentally blew her off

peter pettigrew: “accidentally???”

sirius black: ya idk how either pete

james potter: I DIDN’T MEAN TO I SWEAR

james potter: WE DIDN’T SPECIFY I TIME

james potter: and I FEEL AWFUL

sirius black: ya i can imagine

remus lupin: just try again

remus lupin: and be really specific

peter pettigrew: REALLY SUPER specific

peter pettigrew: dumb knob

james potter: rude twat

sirius black: wow

sirius black: love was created in here

sirius black: in this group chat

remus lupin: Sirius

remus lupin: shut the fuck up


[campus story; user @jimmy27] 1:19am

ok, i’ll admit, im a total asswipe. i should have specified a time. how does 8pm on the main quad tomorrow night sound?


lily evans to mary mcdonald: god

lily evans: I think I am whipped

lily evans: how did this happen

mary mcdonald: I gotta admit honey

mary mcdonald: he is pretty hot

mary mcdonald: can u ““handle it?””

lily evans: lmao

lily evans: ofc

lily evans: the question is

lily evans: can he handle me

mary mcdonald: tru

mary mcdonald: the infamous lily evans

mary mcdonald: is a fucking travesty

lily evans: omg

lily evans: stfu

lily evans: slag

mary mcdonald: lov u

lily evans: lov u 2

lily evans: HE SPECIFIED TIME

lily evans: NAD PLACE

lily evans: ITS GONNA HAPPEN

mary mcdonald: YAAAS BLOODY FINALLY


james potter to remus lupin: god im an idiot

james potter: what if she doesn’t like me

remus lupin: well

remus lupin: you are a twat

james potter: NOT HELPFUL

james potter: U HAVE A CLASS W HER

james potter: HWATS SHE LIKE

remus lupin: idk

remus lupin: she likes lit obvs

remus lupin: prefers lee to hemingway

remus lupin: but cant pick between plath and atwood

remus lupin: smart

remus lupin: I think she has a nice smile

remus lupin: always sits in the sun

remus lupin: draws in class ???

remus lupin: is this helpful???

james potter: v

james potter: ty

james potter: PAL

remus lupin: don’t call me that


[interlude iv.]

he’s running through a hallway. she’s just ahead of him, running through the archways surrounding the quad. hair alight and in a flurry behind her. he’s not too far behind her but he cant reach her. he wonders if he ever will. they keep missing each other. he wonders if he ever held her hands or if her fingers have only ever been touched when they’re slipping out of his, out of reach again. he wonders if he will ever catch her. if they’ll ever catch each other. if he’ll ever find out if she tastes like cherry wine or strawberry lipbalm. if he’ll ever know enough about her to pluck chords on the guitar and write about her. but she’s gone again. he’s missed her again.

and he wakes up, wondering if it was really a dream. because even in the darkness, he’s stilling feeling like he’s missing her.


lily evans > Hogwarts University: Student Facebook Page

has anyone seen a boy wearing a puddlemere united jersey? and like, black hair and hazel eyes and has a,,,, grin that’s so fuckin snarky it could kill? pls???

replies (8):

severus snape: y do u need him when their r so many better options ;)))))))

mary mcdonald: fuck off severus snape lily has already told u N O

evan rosier: mary mcdonald better watch ur mouth slag

lily evans: severus snape evan rosier if u 2 don’t get the fuck out of my comments then I will not hesitate to report u. not to mention anyone who accesses this page can see what ur saying

marlene mckinnon: slay lil

remus lupin: hi! Im in your lit class, and im close friends with the guy you’re looking for. I think.

lily evans: remus lupin thank u omg !!! IM FOREVER GRATEFUL.

remus lupin: welcome :)


james potter to ive changed the location of my chocolate stash and im not telling any of u: boys

james potter: she didn’t turn up

peter pettigrew: oh

peter pettigrew: give it time ???

sirius black: mate he’s given it nearly 2 hours

sirius black: I feel like u should u kno

sirius black: come back to the dorms now

james potter: yea I guess

sirius black: its ok

remus lupin: oh jim im sorry

remus lupin: im sure she had no cruel intentions

sirius black: hehe

peter pettigrew: I didn’t understand that film

remus lupin: guys

james potter: nah its ok

remus lupin: anyway

remus lupin: I feel like she had a good reason to blow u off tho

james potter: unless its payback for when I blew her off

sirius black: nah I don’t think so

remus lupin: look shes been lookin everywhere for you

remus lupin: even the facebook page

remus lupin: where she got harassed

james potter: rlly?

remus lupin sent an image.

sirius black: shit

james potter: oh

james potter: I rlly hate that snape guy

james potter: but thank u for tellin me moon moon

remus lupin: you’re welcome

remus lupin: but I fucking hate you


[campus story; user @lilyevans30] 10:47pm

Hey, puddlemere! Yes, that’s your name now. I’m such an idiot, I got called into work and had to go! I should have posted about it ughhhhh.

[campus story; user @lilyevans30] 10:48

ANYWAY, I took a trip to the library and my number is in one of the books in the lit section if you could find it. *winks*kiss me and you will see how important I am. *finger guns*


james potter to remus lupin: its plath right

james potter: ive heard u talk abt it

james potter: and googled it after u mentioned it bc she actually sounded interesting

remus lupin: yes

remus lupin: you never cease to amaze me jim

james potter: thnk u


lily evans to marlene mckinnon: wow im an idiot

marlene mckinnon: what did you do

lily evans: watch the campus sc

marlene mckinnon:

marlene mckinnon: omg

lily evans: was i too strong?

lily evans: I look like an ass

lily evans: ugh hes gonna hate me

lily evans: I totally picked the wrong plath quote

marlene mckinnon: lil chill

marlene mckinnon: u totally nailed the flirting

marlene mckinnon: and you picked the right quote

marlene mckinnon: and he’s totally still into you

marlene mckinnon: calm

lily evans: u sure?

marlene mckinnon: yes

lily evans: ok

lily evans: ugh ive never been this finicky abt a boy before

marlene mckinnon: because you’ve never actually cared before

lily evans: so y do i care now

marlene mckinnon: I don’t know

marlene mckinnon: guess you’ll have to wait and see


[interlude v.]

she wants it all to stop. but she’s afraid of what happens when it does. three days pass since the first story. the whole school knows about it now. people begin adding their own thoughts into the campus story. someone organises for a filter to be made, and “puddlemere and plath” becomes the affectionate nicknames of the two involved. lily doesn’t know what to feel. its sweet, but shes growing anxious. she feels like she’ll never stop wanting, waiting for the moment when they finally meet. whether they’ll meet or they’ll collide. she doesn’t know anymore. but she has to find out soon.


[campus story; user @jimmy27] 10:08am

Hey plath, god I really gotta come up with a better nickname for you *chuckles*

I think I found your number. Being friends with a lit student really helps hah. But uh, if you can, meet me in the The Three Broomsticks at 1am on Saturday. It’s a nightclub, I’m sure you know *scratches neck*

God. See you then, I guess.


[campus story; user @lilyevans30]

Dearest puddlemere, I’ll be there, I promise. *holds out pinky*


[drafted message: lily evans to marlene mckinnon]

dear god, marls what if im not ready his laugh makes my heart ache and ive only seen it through a screen oh my holy hell what if he knows that im just a fraud who reads plath to fill the emptiness inside oh god am I ready I don’t think im ready I want this whole not-knowing business to be over but I don’t want it to stop what happens when it stops marl —


lily evans to IF U WANNA BE MY LOVER, YA GOTTA GET W MY FRIENDS: welp

marlene mckinnon: im so fucking ready for this

alice fortescue:omg same

mary mcdonald: MOOD BABES

mary mcdonald: u gotta tell us everything

marlene mckinnon: its been so long omg

alice fortescue:its been like

alice fortescue:5 days

alice fortescue:but ok

lily evans: im

lily evans: what happens when we meet

lily evans: oh god

mary mcdonald: lils ull be fine

marlene mckinnon: he’s gonna love you

marlene mckinnon: i mean love is too hasy

marlene mckinnon: but you know what i mean

alice fortescue:come on

alice fortescue:ur just nervous bc u actually care

lily evans: yea

lily evans: u guys r comin w me to the club tho right

mary mcdonald: duh ofc

marlene mckinnon: we’ll be over in 5 to get ready with you

lily evans: life savers

lily evans: lov u all

mary mcdonald: lov u too bbys


james potter to ZINGER ZING AH: mates

james potter: its GONNA HAPPEN

james potter: WE’RE MEETING TONIGHT

peter pettigrew: FOR REAL????

james potter: Y E S

remus lupin: oh my god yes good

sirius black: is it appropriate to wear a tie to a club

remus lupin: what

remus lupin: no

sirius black: aw wel too late

james potter: ?????

sirius black: its u and gingers first date I gotta look fancy

james potter: eofgheodjkfo y do i put up w u

sirius black: im ur wingman

james potter: eh tru

james potter: anyway lads get ready ur all my wingmen tonite

peter pettigrew: ok but can i bring cookies

sirius black: YES

remus lupin: reason #478 why you two cant get laid

sirius black: u cant talk

james potter: $20 that remus will have a girl’s number by the end of the night but Sirius wont

remus lupin: thanks james

sirius black: I SMELL B E T R A Y A L

peter pettigrew: $20 sirius will get a number WITH the cookies

james potter: oh its on bro


[interlude vi. part one;]

the night feels heavy with sweat and some sort of hope. but there’s a build up inside her chest and she feels like flowers and birds and butterflies will explode out of her heart, fill her ripcage and take over her insides. and maybe if that’s what it takes to know him, that’s okay. as they walk through the streets, her hair looking striking against to her black dress, she finds her hand intertwine with mary’s and marlene’s. a silent vow of support. they are here. with her.

the three broomsticks is tucked away amongst pizza restaurants and cinemas, but it makes itself seen. it seems to be brimming with rambunsious life and youths who are the definition of living. and as lily walks into that club, she is ready for it. And she doesn’t want to be dramatic, but part of her feels her life will never be the same.

[ interlude vi. part two;]

sirius’s arm is on his shoulder. the silent promise that he will be fine. he’s never had to think about a girl like this before. he’d say he’s never had to try, but the truth is he always has, he’s always tried too hard, and girls have always fallen for it. but this girl is different. her name is a flower and she likes the sun but she reminds him of the sun in herself and its all strange and beautiful and terrifying. he walks into the three broomsticks, three friends beside him, tequila already in his system, sirius slowly takes his arm off his shoulder, and remus and peter are bickering about pizza toppings and rum. that’s when he knows there’s not really anything to be nervous about.


james potter to lily evans: where r u

james potter: I cant see u

lily evans: we didn’t get here long ago

lily evans: meet me by the bar.

james potter: r u a girl who likes hard liquor evans

lily evans: ofc

lily evans: already downed a couple o shots

james potter: what a mood

james potter: I see u


[interlude vii.]

she’s at the bar like she said she would be. his heart is racing and he isn’t sure if the light-headedness is the tequila or the fact that he’s finally looking at her in real life again. she’s ethereal. her black dress and her hair in the reflection of the dance lights look like the sun and the moon crashed into each other and he’s in love with the idea of that. the sun and the moon loved each other so much they both died to let the other breathe, and then for a split second, they collided to make lily evans. sirius would call him a loser if he said that out loud. remus would tell him he should take up poetry full time. peter wouldn’t get it. but none of that matters because he’s looking at her and his feet are walking over to her and everything is trembling and falling, falling apart or falling into place, he doesn’t know.

she sees him walking over to her as the girls dispatch to go dance. she can’t believe he’s real and she has to let her jaw drop and stare at him for a moment. no puddlemere jersey, but the hair and the eyes and the smirk are all still there. before she knows it, she’s jumped up from her stool, ran to him on shaky legs that can’t run in high heels, and has crashed herself into him. he’s real.

he is surprised, but he clutches her still and breathes her in. there’s a muffled shouting and he realises that the whole club is clapping and cheering as they embrace. they’ve been waiting for this too. lily smells like daisies and caramel and rain, and he’s okay with that. more than okay.

she smiles into him as she hears the club cheering. although all she can see is james’ chest, the lack of puddlemere pride, she knows marlene and mary are smirking.

she looks up for a second and sees remus from lit class behind james. she mouths a thank you at him and she looks at james properly. he makes her knees weak. he brushes hair out of her face absentmindedly and gives her that grin.

how you doing, evans? he asks as they break apart and begin talking at the bar, and they slam down some tequila shots, almost competing. lily has to stop her eyes wondering to his lips.

peter hands james a 20 at 3am, and glances at remus in defeat. from across the dance floor, james sees a girl typing her number into remus’ phone. he smirks, and lily giggles at the antics.

james winks at peter and pete huffs and sighs, but that’s when they notice that sirius has a punk-rocker chick who was in the band earlier in the night against the wall and smashed against his lips. peter raises an eyebrows and makes to take back his money.

ah! tongues in throat do not equal phone numbers, young peter, james says with a grin as he pockets the note. lily snorts at him and peter skulks off to find where sirius put the cookies.

they talk all night, and they don’t mean to, but they dance and talk and become so enchdanted with each other that they don’t notice anyone else and they are kicked out at 6am.

6am means that james and lily have to find somewhere else to talk, and her fingers are already intertwined with his as they stumble through the streets, feeling tipsy and magical.

they make out in the public bathroom at 6:30. it’s messy and tipsy and quaint and perfect.

at 9am, before they go back to their dorms, they promise to do it again, and watch all the snapchat stories from “puddlemere and plath.” one girl actually cried when she saw the video of james and lily hugging.

lily’s head is on james’ shoulder as she laughs at this and he thinks that life is wonderful. they kiss goodbye when she gets to her dorm, and he can’t stop marvelling at the fact that lily tastes like strawberries and cherry wine. all at once. she’s sunshine.

lily thinks james tastes like alcohol and aftershave, and she’s a little in love with that. she falls into bed at 9:30, knowing she’s not going to study, excited to do it all again.


[epilogue;]

there’s sun and the taste of champagne everywhere and hats are tossed into the air. they did it, they graduated, and now the snapchat story is filled with the class of 2020. and they’re all brimming with happiness and friendship. it is wonderful.

james and lily graduate holding hands, their friends surrounding them on all sides, grins becoming the most predominant feature on each and every face. their speeches are both about the opportunities the uni has given them. both of them tell the crowds that the uni gave them a chance to find each other, and for that they are grateful.

they all raise a glass to hogwarts university, and to the fact that puddlemere will definitely win the championships this year.

and in a flash of every colour under the sun, the champagne is sliding down throats, and james and lily kiss.  


hope you enjoyed. 

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James makes Lily a simple offer. “Shag me and I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the term.” Of course, Lily refuses but the offer is always on the table…Will Lily give in? Will James sweeten the deal? 

Chapters: 16

Reviews: 577

Updated: January 26th 2015

Words: 64,421

Genre: Romance/Humor

Rated: M

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help me peeps

so I was four chapters into my new Remus Lupin book on wattpad and decided I hate the storyline & now I’m out of ideas, does anyone have any ideas for a young remus story in Marauders era? I will of course give inspo credit!! x x x

Leavers Ball

Originally posted by d-rarry


Hi this is my first fanfic I hope it was up to your expectations and I also hope you like it Thank you @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch​ for giving me a chance and letting me write this.


It was a few days for the Leavers ball -A ball for the last years- and my dressed had finally arrived, It was beautiful, I was going with my boyfriend Draco (He of course hadn’t see what the dress looks like) we had planned to go together but he still asked me on our trip to Hogsmeade it was pretty sweet since then Pansy has been a pain in the arse she is always trying to split Draco and me. 

“y/n, Sweetheart” Draco said snapping me back to reality I smiled at him

“Yes?’’ I asked trying to recall what we were talking about he shook his head with a grin, “What were you thinking about?” 

“Just about the ball” I said “speaking of has Pansy tried anything else to ruin the ball?” I rolled my eyes at the mention of her name, Pansy Parkinson has been trying to ruin everything from my hair to my shoes luckily with a simple spell she hasn’t been able to damage anything completely. 

“No she hasn’t.’’ , I snuggle closer to Draco. 


One day Before the ball and in was in my last class until diner Professor Sprout finished the class I put my things away and walk out the class as is everyone else we all walk to the Great Hall I spot Draco and his friends I make my way towards them noticing that Pansy was all over Draco once again I rolled my eyes clearing my throat while sitting down Pansy looked at me and said “oh look its the soon to be ex-girlfriend, Drakey why are you even with her shes a pathetic excuse of a girlfriend” I had to stifle a laugh at how annoyed Draco looked he then spoke 

“shove off Pansy” She looked upset but left anyway I kissed Draco in the Cheek and put some food on my plate Walking with Draco back to the common room we talk about what would happen after Hogwarts, we walk inside the semi noisy room and part ways, I walk into my shared room and go to my closet to make sure all was good with my dress… My heart skips a beat and I shriek, frighted by the shriek my roommates ask if all was well there it was the once perfect dress in ruins Draco walks in  Looking alerted Pansy right behind him with a smirk on her face… “love are you okay, did something happen?” all I could say was “The dress” he looks at me weirdly but then looks at the dress he is shocked I take one look at Pansy and say “you bitch, Do you think you’ve accomplished?, you think you’re tough that you won?” her smirks falters a little but quickly gets back on her face Draco looks back to her and tells her to leave she looks hurt but does as he ask my roommates left right behind her, 

“Tomorrow was suppose to be perfect our Last year was suppose to be perfect”

“Love it is perfect your dress may be ruined but we have wands, repero“ Draco’s wand immediately fixed the dress he turned back to me and I hugged him “Thank you” he raised my chin “I love your e/c eyes” I giggled and Kissed him passionately on the lips.


This is it i hope you like it is really short but its my first one  if its really bad please tell me so that i know what to avoid next time.

anonymous asked:

Hey guys , First of all I love you and you are amazing. (Especially Remus who is such a Cutie) Now i would like to know if you ever got Remus drunk and what he was like. If not , Sirius I think it's time to get the firewhiskey. (Yes Sirius we all know that you're the one who gets the drinks) thank you for listening , lots of love to you

Marauders + Story of Tonight

Raise a glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell you
Raise a glass to the four of us
Tomorrow there’ll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight