the marauders are still up to no good

anonymous asked:

Au where petunia is a witch and lily is a muggle?

When the letter arrives, Lily is almost as excited as Petunia. She writes Albus Dumbledore to ask if she can go to, and if she cries a little when the answer comes back no she doesn’t tell anyone. Lily waves from the train platform, writes diligently, and listens with excitement whenever her big sister deigns to share stories of magic.

Petunia gets Sorted Slytherin, where she falls into a mutually-venemous friendship with Severus Snape, who she had considered dirty and poor when he was skulking around Lily in their little neighborhood, lighting leaves on fire like a baby arsonist, but who now seems like the best ally in a pool of ugly little fish.

The blood-purists are their normal asshole selves, which Petunia responds to with busybody eavesdropping, cruel gossip, and manipulative emotional bullying. Severus calls her mudblood in their fifth year (it’s not the first time) and joins the Death Eaters. Tuney calls him a greasy git of a wanker and they still have lunch away from prying eyes now and then.

When the war comes, Petunia does not fight in it. She marries a Hufflepuff boy named Vincent Dunsley who spends their entire first date telling her about his junior position in the Ministry and his planned thirty-six bureaucratic steps to the top of the food chain. Vincent has no problem with Muggleborns, or at least not ones who behave as properly as Petunia.

Lily does fight. She’s been reading the Daily Prophet for years as she sits through history class dreaming of brooms and punching bullies on the playground. At seventeen, she writes Albus Dumbledore again. When he still writes back no, she packs a bag and shows up on the Order’s doorstep.

Alice Longbottom gives her a place to stay, some spare robes, and teaches her how to fly– Lily hopes, wrapped in a warm blanket while they sip cocoa and discuss action plans, that if she’d gone to Hogwarts she’d have been good enough to get Sorted Hufflepuff. Frank beams at his wife in the dim yellow light.

Of the Marauders, Lily meets Sirius first– shaggy hair and strong bones, he’s a tall glass of water and he’s anxiously watching a skinny, scarred boy sleep on the sofa. They’re an hour off a mission and Remus crashed as soon as they got back to headquarters. The first thing Sirius Black, troublemaker and risktaker, says to her is “Shh! You walk like an elephant.”

She’d snap back, but Remus does look that worn down, curled on the cushions.

Peter and James are in the kitchen, shoveling sandwiches down their gullets that are the size of their heads. James staggers to his feet when she comes in. “Hi. Uh, new recruit?”

“Something like that.”

James shoves his hair out of his eyes with one hand and thrusts the other one out in her direction. “James Potter,” he says. “Beauxbatons? I don’t think I ever saw you at Hogwarts.”

She grins. “Lily Evans,” she says. “Cokeworth. And I’d shake your hand, but you’ve got mustard on it.”

Lily defies the Dark Lord and his forces three times, with James’s wand at her back, with Remus’s and Sirius’s and Peter’s. They tell her about Hogwarts and its secrets, and she brings them Muggle candy bars and the boxes of X-Men comic books from under her bed. No one gets chocolate smudges on her pages, under threat of James’s disappointed-in-you face, which he’s been practicing.

Severus Snape hears about a Muggle Evans on the warfront. “Petunia’s not a Muggle,” he snaps when Dolohov mocks him for it, but Crabbe cradles his broken arm and keeps talking– about green eyes, red hair like a war banner– and Severus’s stomach sinks low in his gut, cold and aching.

Severus Snape overhears a prophecy and he tells it to his Lord. Lily Evans Potter is the mother of a halfblood boy with a mess of dark hair. Lily is in Augusta Longbottom’s living room, playing peekaboo with Harry and Neville, because Alice and Frank are already in St. Mungo’s, because she does not know that she is soon to be not a soldier but a fugitive. Her child has no scars, yet.

On Halloween night 1981, Tom Riddle goes to the Godric’s Hollow home that Peter Pettigrew betrayed. He kills James in the front room, wand in hand. He kills Lily in the nursery, after giving her a chance to step aside. He tries to kill Harry, but he fails.

Harry goes to his closest living relatives– his aunt Petunia, uncle Vincent, and cousin Dudley. He sleeps in a little room just off the kitchen, which he thinks used to be a broom closet. They hate the attention he brings when he’s dragged behind his aunt at the grocery store, so they leave Harry home when they go to Diagon Alley, Ministry potlucks, or the evening shows that Dudley fusses through, fists full of pumpkin pasties.

Harry knows how to wash dishes by hand, how to cook bacon without burning it (most mornings), and how to capture the spiders in the broom closet and escort them carefully outside. For his birthday Dudley gets a toy broom. For his, Harry gets an Albus Dumbledore Chocolate Frog card because Dudley already has fifteen and didn’t want that one. Petunia likes to peer over the hedge into the yard of Mrs. Figg, the squib who lives next door, and snigger about how she has to do her laundry without magic.

When Harry is ten years old, his Hogwarts letter comes in the mail and the Dunsleys are surprised. “I wasn’t sure,” Petunia sniffs. “I mean, with my sister’s blood in you and everything, anything could have happened.”

The Morning After.

Marauders Era

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Reader || Sirius Black x Reader || Remus Lupin x Reader ||  Lily Evans x Reader || Severus Snape x Reader .

Warning: Somewhat sexually themed altho not explicitly described.

A/N: I knew that these are more than 3 characters (as stated in the rules) , but I wrote these on my own according so … Ima break my own rules. That doesn’t mean you should, but just a a note, because I probably will do this again in the future. 

Also I tried to keep the reader gender neutral, I hope I justified that idea. 

Please let me know what you all think!

Anyways Enjoy!


- Admin Blue

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to count the stars

seven times james and lily meet on the train, and one time they don’t

ie, this is me skewing the jily week day 1 prompts a bit because i am the trashiest of trash.



It’s a bleak September morning the first time she sets foot on the Hogwarts Express.

Lily sniffles, glancing over her shoulder, not at her parents whose grins were so wide that she feared it would split their faces, but at her sister, her Tuney, who pouted and frowned and whose eyes had a strange sheen over it. She’s only seen it a few times, when they got into fights that lead to broken dolls or hair tugging.

Petunia Evans was a cold type of sadness. She would pout and sulk and her lip would quiver, but she would never, ever cry.

Lily was the opposite. She was an explosion of feeling, a forest fire too big for her body that left its confines in wet, noisy sobs that had the whole house shaking.

A lone tear made it’s way down her sister’s cheek and she was ready to jump off the train and back to her if it meant stopping the impossible.

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Kind of inspired by Ed Sheeran’s “Happier” | gif credit

requested? nope, it’s been sitting in my drafts for quite some time now

pairing: Sirius x reader

Summary: Sirius’ girlfriend seems to be happier without him.

warnings: none

words: over 1.2k

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“Thank you so much for your notes, you saved my life, Rem!” the girl said overdramatically, her genuine smile making Remus smile as well. 

“Not a problem, really,” he put his notebook inside his bag, before looking at Y/N, “so, how are you doing?”

“Good, passed all my exams, but I’m so busy with studying, thou-”

      Remus stopped her mid-sentence, “you know I’m not talking about school, Y/N/N,” his look was full of sympathy. Her smile faded for a second, her eyes focusing on her shoes, as images of her and Sirius suddenly started running through her mind, before she coughed lightly.

“Uh-you, um, do you remember that guy from my Potions class? That blond Ravenclaw?” she started uneasily, looking up at him with her cheeks slightly tinted with pink.

“Yeah, his name was Thomas, right?” he furrowed his eyebrows, stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his pants, rocking lightly on his feet. The girl nodded shyly, before scratching her neck nervously, “he asked me out last Monday.”

      Remus was taken aback, his lips slightly parted. He wasn’t expecting such an answer. It’s not like he didn’t want her to be happy but he did want her and Sirius to get back together. You see, the couple broke up a good month or so ago, and with the pain that Sirius’ words brought, it didn’t seem like Y/N would ever want him back. 

      While the marauders were busy helping Sirius, Remus often stole glances at the poor girl. She was spending a lot of time alone, pushing her girl friends away. He was happy when he noticed her slowly getting better, which you couldn’t say about Sirius who was still beating himself up. 

      Although Remus wasn’t very happy when he saw other boys taking their interest in her, mostly because he knew how bad Sirius was handling the break up, that he actually well deserved, and he knew these two were made for each other, he did want her to be happy and if it meant moving on, he was going to support her.

“Oh-wow, that’s great!”

“-and I said yes, Rem,” she added anxiously, he could notice how her hands were shaking. She was waiting for him to say something, not entirely sure what exactly. She wasn’t even sure why she was telling him this. Was it because she wanted someone to be happy for her? Or maybe because she hoped he would tell Sirius?

“Well, I’m glad you did, you deserve to be happy and if that’s what makes you happy, then go for it, “ he gave her a warm smile, her own lips turning into one, as she launched forward and hugged the much taller boy around his waist, her face pressed against his chest. After a second or two she felt his arms wrap around her form, returning the hug. 

      She considered Remus as one of her best friend, she had a great bound with him and missed his pressence due to the unfortunate events between her and Sirius, but she preferred to keep her distance from the group, though she could honestly call them all her closest friends, which only increased the pain after the break up as she felt like she not only lost her boyfriend, but also her friends.

“Thank you,” she looked up at him when she pulled back, “I gotta go now, I’ll see you around later, yeah?” she asked happily while already slowly walking away, books clutched to her chest.

“Sure thing!” He waved before turning around and going to his dormitory, where the rest of the boys were hanging out. 

      A few days later, the marauders were done with their classes for the day and decided to spend it outdoors, due to the amazing weather. Remus was sitting on a bench with Peter next to him, while James and Sirius were standing in front of them.

      Sirius hasn’t noticed a very angry looking Y/N storming his way, as he was too busy laughing with James and Peter about how he pranked a certain Ravenclaw boy, making his head much, much bigger. The reason behind all of this was, obviously, the fact that he saw Thomas hug you from behind and then kiss your cheek quickly, which made Sirius’ heart hurt. What wasn’t helping was how happy you looked with him, when it should be Sirius making you feel this way.

      Remus quickly kicked Sirius just below his knee and nodded his heads towards you, making the black haired boy turn around, his wide grin quickly fading. 

 “Would you mind explaining to me what happened to Thomas this morning?” she greeted through her teeth, glaring at the boy.

      He tried to look innocent, his eyebrows raised and a confused look visible on his face, though he gulped nervously, knowing she knew him better than anyone else. “What do you mean?”

“You’re such an asshole, Sirius!” she spat, fuming with anger. She didn’t really care whether she was making a scene or not, not really bothered by the marauders now standing quietly behind Sirius. “I can’t believe you!” She felt tears appear in the corner of her eyes, but holding it all together, not wanting to cry in front of him. Not again. Not because of him.

“I mean, this guys deser-”

“Do you always have to ruin everything?!” She yelled suddenly, her small form not being adequate to her voice. Hot and angry tears fell down her cheeks, not being held back anymore, and she quickly wiped them with the end of her sleeve.

“Y/N, listen-” he tried to reason with her, maybe show her how Thomas wasn’t good enough for her, tell her how he loved her, how he missed her, and how he needed her back in his life. He took a step towards her, arms open but she took a step back raising her hands up to keep him at distance. 

“Don’t. Just, please, leave me and people who I am close with alone. You said you never needed me in your life, right? And now I finally feel like I am the one who doesn’t need the other anymore. So, please, let me move on since you never even loved me and let me be happy,” her lips were trembling with every word that came out of her mind, more tears falling down her cheeks. Damn, she wasn’t expecting this to hurt so much.

        The four boys didn’t know what to say to make things better. Sirius was desperately trying to find something to say, to make you stay and listen to him. But he couldn’t.

“Hey, maybe-,” James started, taking a step forward, nbow standing between Sirius and Y/N.

“No, I’m done, James,” her voice was back to being normal, “I’m sorry, guys.” She looked at three boys, making sure not to give Sirius even a glance, “I hope you can understand me.”

         She smiled sadly before she weakly waved at them and turned on her heel to get back to the castle, wanting to get away from the terrible pain as quickly as possible.

         When the girl wasn’t in sight anymore, Sirius let out a long list of frustrated curses.

“So, are you gonna let her go now?” James brought up the question each boy was thinking about.

         But Sirius didn’t know what he was going to do, yet. Seeing her so broken after what he’s done to that stupid boy he wanted to let her be happy, but the feeling in his heart told him that he still wanted to fix things between them.

The Marauders actually kill me because, in the end, they were just four friends who wanted to be heroes and the world utterly tore them to pieces.

Like the majority of the fandom portrays them either as perfect gods or evil assholes, but why can’t we just accept that they were people, people with good points and bad, people who were flawed but tried to do the right thing, people who could’ve lived happily ever after if a war hadn’t come and ripped them to shreds?

Their story is so tragic because they were so real, like James, stupid loyal trusting James, is dead at the age of twenty-one because he trusts too much. Because even though he’s grown up in, and fought in, a war, a war that involves his schoolmates trying to kill him and even though he knows for a fact that someone close to him has been reporting on his movements, he still can’t even conceive that the people he loves would ever turn on him and it winds up getting his family killed. Fiction loves to tell us that trust and love and loyalty will save us and instead they were the one thing that completely undid James Potter.

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Runaway// Remus Lupin Smut

Warnings: Smut

Pairing: RemusXreader

Word Count: 2,100+

Summary: Remus and Y/N follow up the make out with sex 

Requested: Yall wanted a remus smut

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Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

Remus, of course, was last on your list. He was tall, hot, and mysterious, and he had one thin scar, barely visible across his face. He was bad at potions and good at charms. His messy hair almost looked styled as if he prepped it to be that perfect. Other than the fact that he was incredibly bad at potions, and the responsible marauder, you were asked to help him study potions. You were surprised, but after four meetups, he didn’t need help anymore. He knew that, but he insisted that you help him with charms a subject he was good at.

Remus turned up at your usual spot in the library, hidden from everyone else behind the big book shelf. He peered behind the bookshelf and smiled when he saw you. No matter the distance his attraction to you remained constant. You could be at the ends of the earth and he would still be dragged towards you. And so you ignored it as best you could but  Remus had lost the traces of boyhood. You couldn’t help but take in his muscles, the clean shaven square jaw and tune into his voice. He loved to look down at you, not literally, not judging—but to look down at your small frame compared to his. He was a man now

You were the kind of girl that other girls loved to hate. You acted like an adult, awfully teen like, but around adults, you could fit in. You had an exuberance of youth. You had that movie star look, not overly tall and willowy and you weren’t just flawless in your bone structure, your skin was like silk over glass and you radiate an intelligent beauty. Remus was good at hiding the fact his eyes would slide over your body every 5 minutes.

“I didn’t expect you to show up,” He laughed at you while setting his stuff on the ground and scooting in the chair next to you. “I mean, you told me that I didn’t need to studying, but there is an obvious need of improvement in transfiguration,” You locked eyes with him and gave him a look of suspicion. Remus passed all check marks to pass N.E.W.T to you, yet he still came and sought improvement when there was none to be improved. He was turning into more of a nuisance now.

“Do not question my intelligence Remus, why do you keep calling me to study, when you don’t need too.” For a moment he eyed you, he looked as if he was trying to find the words to tell you why he was asking for you, but instead, he looked up and smiled.

“And deny you the pleasure of my company Y/N? Never.” You gazed at him for a second, and turned in his direction, he licked his lips slightly.

And so you sat there for an hour trying to help him with transfiguration, which, surprisingly, he would probably pass the test with Acceptable. He took in information considerably well and he would probably be a good student if he wasn’t always hanging out with Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew. But suddenly, some confidence sparked inside of you and you turned to Remus and smirked.

“I think it’s my company you don’t want to be denied, Remus,” You stated. He glanced up at you for a second before looking back at his papers. He scooted his chair closer to yours and smirked.

   “It’s nice to know I make you smile even when I’m not around.” It came out of nowhere, but he wasn’t wrong, he did make you smile. You set down your quill and sighed harshly.

“And why would that be? Lupin.”  Remus was mysterious, and although you always wanted the idea of a relationship, it would never be a good idea. His friends were mean to Severus for no reason, and he never seemed to care or stop it. But your desperation kept telling you that it wasn’t him. So you listened to that. He looked at you as if he was staring through your being.

“Because I know you’re just as addicted to the idea of us being together, as I am.” Your steady breaths hitches and in one swift movement his moved his hands to your cheeks and pulled you quickly. It was almost as if you were the same person, you grabbed his face just as he grabbed yours and pulled you into a passionate kiss.

One minute Remus was next to you trying to flirt with you and the next he was kissing you with his hand clasped gently into the back of your hair, pressing it softly. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, pulling him into you more. He doesn’t stop, you don’t why or how, but you didn’t stop either. Maybe you found comfort in being guarded by the shelves or maybe it’s because once you had the taste you knew you would never be able to get enough. He’s everywhere, and he’s kissing you with a fervent urgent need you have never known before.

His hands travel to the legs of your chair, pulling the chair closer to him. With the sound of the chair against the floor emitting into the library, he pulled you into him even more. Urgently his mouth moved across your face with rough kisses that stung your cheek, your forehead, and lips.

“You’re just so fucking hot,” he breathed onto your lips and your hands moved down onto his thigh, but almost as if he had enough he pulled away quickly and picked up his bags, before leaving you in a cloud of lust. You felt emotionally bankrupt. That you had been robbed of the one feeling that you only got to taste once.

The next day, you were replaying the entire incident in your mind over and over. What went wrong? Why would he run away? After all the classes you had together, you both hurried into your dorms staying clear of each other. Of course, you don’t know why he suddenly hated you so much that he didn’t want to talk to you.

You had to get answers, you weren’t nearly as presentable as you would like to be, only being in a tank top and some shorts, but Remus, who had been as stupid enough to make out with you and run away afterwards wouldn’t mind. So you quickly rushed from your dorm to his.

You turned up at his door and wondered for a second if this was a good idea. If turning up to Remus’ door with only a tank top on some shorts would only make things worse. You guessed it probably would, but you didn’t care, because he left you at the most vulnerable moment, and then failed to talk to him about it. So you gripped the doorknob and then quickly turned it, and opened the door.

Remus’ was surprised, he turned around quickly and stared at your small, exposed figure in front of him. He was first turned around facing his dresser with a shirt in his hand. Your eyes traced the scars that lined his body, he looked so fit, he looked perfect. But he quickly turned around and stared at you.

“Yes?” he inquired. You stood in the doorway and sized him, looking at all his scars and looked down at his abs that rippled through his body.

“We need to talk,” You told him confidently, you puffed your chest out and glanced at him harshly. “You can’t just kiss a girl and run off like that, I’m not some toy.” He leaned up against his dresser and threw his shirt lightly to the side.

“I never said you were a toy, Y/N.” But you ignored what he said. You had every right to be mad and him, and he knew it.

“Put on some clothes… you look—indecent.” He sauntered over to you and smirked in your direction. He stood right in front of your body and reached over to shut his door.

“If you knocked—had some manners, I wouldn’t look so indecent.” You gave him a hard glance. “But I don’t think, you think, I look indecent.”

“Then what do I think,” You fired back at him.

“You think very naughty things,” He leaned down towards you.

“Very naughty indeed.”

And that he pressed your lips to his, and they were scorching hot. You want to reach the top with him, just for the high and then leave, just for what he did to you.

“Fuck you—Remus,” You whisper against his lips. He slips his lips against yours, this time harder, once before opening my mouth with his tongue. You moan and pull his body down, he was so tall and tan. You traced the scars up his naked chest and smirked up into the kiss. No teasing this time. He sucks on your lower lip. He runs his fingers through your hair. Then he slips his hand into your shirt and as innocently as possible puts his hand over your breasts, the pad of his thumb over your nipple.

You answered by plastering your mouth harder on his and kissing him in a way he’d never thought possible. Your hips jutted forward and moved against him. He picked you up suddenly and cradled your thighs in his hands as he carried you. He tugged at your lips even more. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. “Y/N,” he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. His lips memorize every detail of your own. My name has never sounded so beautiful you thought. He pressed his tongue to the seam of your lips and, at your grant of access, he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

He carried you to the inexpensive Hogwarts bed, and let you fall onto it, before climbing over you. He kissed you again. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of old wine being exchanged from his mouth to yours. You reach up and knot your hands in his hair. You arched your back up moaning in the contact of body heat. He drew back his lips. But you could still feel the push of his tongue against your own.

He pulls off your shirt and then pulls the shorts down your pants. All you had to do was push his sports shorts down his legs and you were fully exposed to each other. He climbs on top of your form and kisses down your stomach. He slips his fingers underneath the worn elastic of your panties and aggressively rips them off your hip. He did the same with your bra, pulling it off your body and kissing your lips.

“God, Y/N.” You arched against him when he moved to your breast. Meanwhile, his fingers traveled down your stomach and plunged inside of you. You moaned out and bucked your hips up. His pushed your hips down again and headed to your opening. Two fingers worked inside you. You couldn’t wait till his mouth was on you. And not so long after that his tongue was on the bundle of nerves. He consumed you like fire, pushing his tongue inside of you and holding down your legs as you tried to hold back the moans.  He drove his tongue inside you, setting off another shattering moan. Remus made intense pleasure with his tongue and didn’t want to stop. You grabbed his hair, and yanked him in closer to you, pushing his head in. He thrust one finger inside you, crooking it and hitting you in the spot that turned your moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. He couldn’t wait any longer.

He touched himself and then slowly pushed himself inside of you. He thrusts once, cautiously. Trying to memorize you and figure out what you wanted. He thrusts again, and he’s gone. He pushes himself harder and harder into you, and at one point you think you might not be able to take it, but the pleasure is all there. He lives for seconds in that painting pleasure that blinds your emotions. And in the intention of wrecking you with pleasure, he wrecks himself. He’s so emotionally vulnerable.

He thrusts and thrusts until you feel the rising passion of your energies and release. He falls next to you on the bed and pulls you into his chest. He locks his hand with yours and tries to catch his breath.

“I ran away because I was scared.” He whispered into your ear. “Because I never felt so good. It’s the kind that defiled my bed and made a mess of my emotions.”

“I know,” you whispered back. “I know,” You whispered to yourself.

Distractions - The Marauders

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The common room was dark when you walked in, only a few Gryffindors remaining in the warm room. Surrounding the fire, James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus all sat together. James and Sirius were studying the map, while Peter and Remus were actually studying.

“What’s wrong with you?” James asked the moment you sat down. You looked over at him, letting out a little sigh.

“I just ran into Emma Vanity,” you snarled. James folded up the map and scooted forward in his seat.

“What did she say?” Sirius asked, mimicking James’s motion.

“Usual shit. ‘Slytherin is gonna wipe the floor with us’ and all that.”

“What did you do?” 

“Fought off the urge to knock her teeth out.” Remus smiled, and finally looked up from his book. “And then I promptly told her that we’d kick her ass tomorrow.” 

“Hell yeah,” James said. You were both Chasers on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. “Slytherin doesn’t stand a chance.”

“Nope. But that’s not gonna stop us from practicing hard all week. Cancel all your plans for tomorrow afternoon. I’m scheduling an impromptu practice,” you said, standing up. “Get some rest.” 

James opened his mouth to try and tell you that he had plans with Lily, but you were already gone. When the decision of who would be Quidditch captain came up, you were both options, but James was determined that you should be the captain. He hadn’t regretted that decision ever, until this moment.

The next day you arrived at dinner after a grueling training. James was hardly speaking as he devoured the food in front of him. Actually, all of your teammates weren’t talking to you at the moment. Apparently practice had been too hard. But defeating Slytherin was the most important thing for any of you to face. 

The next day, practice was the same. At the end of practice, you started to tell everyone when practice would be the next day, but they started to argue with you.

“Y/N, it’s Wednesday tomorrow. Hogsmead,” James said, looking at you seriously.

“Yes, and we have the match against Slytherin on Friday. We need to practice. We need to beat them!” Everyone was sort of looking at you in a way that made you nervous.

“Can we talk in private?” James asked. You nodded as he started pulling you away from the group. “You need to cool it.”


“You need to calm down. You know we’re gonna beat Slytherin, but we can’t do that if we’re all exhausted.”

“We’re also not going to win if we don’t practice.” He put his hands on your arms and smiled. 

“We really need to get you a date,” he said, which made you roll your eyes. “But I guess you can hang out with Sirius. I’m going out with Lily tomorrow, and you’re going to have fun, too.”


“Are you having fun?” Sirius asked cheekily as you walked through Hogsmead. You smiled at him and shrugged.

“Sure.” He held out his arm and you took it. James and Lily had just walked into The Three Broomsticks, grinning happily. Looking all around, you saw each of your teammates having a good time. 

“Do you want to prank Snivellus?” he asked. You smirked and shook your head.

“No, not today. I don’t need to get in any kind of trouble. Not with the-”

“The big match coming up, I know. You need to get your mind off of this. You know you’re going to win.”

“Maybe.” He looked at you and rolled his eyes. 

“Come on, everyone else is having fun.” He pointed through the windows of The Three Broomsticks, pointing out four of your teammates, James included. “Look at how happy they are.”

“Well they have a nice distraction.”


“Someone to snog.” Sirius snorted and continued walking with you. 

“I’ll snog you if that makes you feel any better.” You laughed and shook your head. 

“Probably not.”

“Well, let’s at least get something to drink. Butterbeers on me,” he said, pushing you into The Three Broomsticks. Remus and Peter were already sitting at a table with Frank Longbottom, but he got up to go be with Alice when you sat down. James nodded over at you from the corner that he and Lily were currently inhabiting. 

“Alright guys, we’re not to let Y/N talk about Quidditch at all, got it?” They nodded and you sighed.

“That seems a little unfair.”

“Don’t care. Four butterbeers,” he ordered before turning back to you. “You say one thing about the game, you have to face the consequences.”


“Yep.” The butterbeers came a few minutes later, giving you an excuse to not talk about the game. However, Emma Vancity walked in a few minutes later, and you couldn’t fight it off.

“Do you think she’ll still have that same stupid look on her face at the matc-”

“Nope,” Sirius said before leaning over and kissing you. He pulled away a moment later, and no one else at the table seemed to be fazed by it.

“What was that?” you asked.

“I told you, if you talked about the match you would have to face the consequences.”

“Which is getting kissed?”


“You’re joking.” 

“Do I need to kiss you again?” Sirius snapped. Remus and Peter started laughing, and you did, too.

“No.” So, you did your best not to talk about the match. However, you did get kissed four more times. Once more by Sirius, twice by Remus and once by Peter. Each time they pecked your lips you laughed and relaxed a little. Except for the time that Sirius tried to do more than just a peck. 

When you walked back to the school, James and Lily caught up with you. He was grinning and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re not gonna kiss me, too, are you?” He laughed while Lily looked at you both in confusion.

“Did you have a good time?”

“Yes. Thanks.”

“No problem. You just needed some distractions. You know we’re gonna kick Slytherin’s asses on Friday.”

“Yeah, I know. But you’re still gonna work your ass of tomorrow at practice.” He grinned when you winked at him and ran up to where Remus and Peter were walking, jumping on Peter’s back. So, on Friday, you beat Slytherin by 150 points, after the snitch was captured, and it only took kissing your best friends five times to get there.

Not that innocent

Sirius Black x Reader

Request:  Hi there! May I request a young!sirius x reader imagine? It will include smut. The plot is yours!!!☺have a nice day!!

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

The music and the jubilance was loud around you as you sat on a big, comfy couch in the common room. You took the last sip of your goblet when Lily said, “Look at that cocky bastard. Like it was only his merit we won the Quidditch Cup.”

You rolled your eyes at her and smiled, when you heard an another voice above you. 

“Cocky bastard? Talking about me or Prongs, Evans?” - Sirius said as he buried himself in a little space between you and Lily. 

“There are other couches here you know!” Lily yelled, moved himself further while Sirius literally clamped you to the handrail. 

“Yes, and there are personal space.” - you said to him. He was just grinning, but moved just a bit, bodies still touched as he embraced you. 

“I would prefer if your personal space and my personal space became zero, Y/N.”

“I told you a million times. Not gonna happen.” You leaned forward and you realized Lily vanished from the other side of the couch.

He smirked at you again, but started to speaking about everyday things.

An hour later the common room was still crowded and loud, and you still sat with Sirius. You were good friends, but since a drunken night when you told him that you think he’s the most handsome guy at the school, he won’t leave it. 

You were in the middle of a discussion when you felt his hand between your thighs. You closed your eyes for a moment and sighed. 

“What? My hands are cold. You could warm them up.”

“Your hand is warm like you just pulled out from the Hell.”

He slid his hand under your skirt. “If you really want me to let you go, just say it.” - he whispered so close to you, you could feel his hot breath on your lips.

You looked away from him without saying anything but closed your legs around his grip. A smug giggle left his mouth. He leaned closer, muttered in your ear. “Come.” And reached out his other hand. You took it, stood up as he lead you up to the boy’s dormitory. 

In a moment he closed the door, he turned to you and pulled you closer by your waist. With his other hand on your face, you placed your hands on the back of his neck, playing with his hair as he kissed you. His tounge gently but passionately caressed yours, both of his hands wandered down to your bum, squeezing it as he pulled you close. He bit your lower lip and you moaned into his mouth; you could feel the smirk on your lips, and the next moment he took your hand again, led you to his bed where he sat down with his back on the headboard, and with you in his lap face to face.

He immediately started to kissing your neck, still gently first but as you started to tugging his hair, he became more heated. He was unbuttoning your shirt, following with kisses but stopped in your breasts, sucking on your sensible skin, surely leave hickeys from your neck to your breasts.

Sirius easly unclasped your bra and sucking on your nipples, helding you by your hips on his lap as you slowly started to rocking on him. His hard member already begged to be freed from his jeans, so you unbuckled his belt and slipped your hand into his boxer. You pulled it out, and when you saw how big he is a small whimper left your mouth. 

“Alright there babe?” - he asked with a little worried voice. 

“Mhm.” - you kissing him again while you started stroking his shaft. He growled in your mouth and slipped his big hand under your skirt and your knickers, dancing around your clit with his fingers. 

“So wet for me, love.” - he muttered, and you pulled back from his lap, bending down to took him on your mouth. You placed some small kiss on the tip before started to take him fully in your mouth. A surprised but satisfied moan left his mouth. He grabbed a handful of your hair as you kept sucking him; his low growls filled the room.

Soon enough he lift your chin up. “Lay down there love, I wan to taste you.” So you did; he quickly pulled off your skirt and panties and dived into you fastly with his mouth and tounge. You felt like all of his face working on you, you arched back so he held down your hips. “Easy, there. We’re not even in the best part yet.” You clutched his dark locks as he continued to pleasure you, he moaned into your core, making it just more intense. A loud moan left your mouth as he shoved two fingers into you. He pumped in and out fastly as he was still licking your clit; the pleasure was so great by now you could hardly stay in one place, so you sat up on the bed, pulling Sirius closer to you.  

“I want you inside me. Now, please.” - you breathed out and he smirked before kissed you again.

He laid on top of you, teasing your entrance with his tip. He saw a slight of concern in your face, so he asked,

“Are you really sure about this?”

You nodded. “Yes. You’re just.. big.” - you smiled and he smiled back. 

“Tell me if I’m hurting you and I’ll stop, okay love?”

He pushed himself inside you slowly meanwhile kissing you passionately. He was gentle indeed, but you still felt a slight of pain. You didn’t tell him though, you didn’t want him to stop. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet. You feel amazing.”

The pain disappeared soon and there were only pure pleasure. He was still rather slow but really forceful. You wrapped your legs around him, trying to push him deeper. A hand held your hip, his grip on it became stronger in every minute.

Your moans became louder and louder when you said,

“Sirius. Faster, please.”

And he did, growling in your ear. “Your moans are so sweet. I want to hear your scream too.”

He moved your legs higher around himself before starting thrusting in and out faster again. The new angle gave you more pleasure, he hit your g-spot with every push, making you uncontrollably groaning and scratching his back.

Little screams left your throat now. “Sirius, I’m gonna,”

“Me too. Let it go, babe, come for me.”

And you did with a louder scream before trembling breaths left your mouth. With a last few thrust, he came too, growling loudly in your ear.

You felt as he collapsed on top of you with his heavy body just for a minute before crawled next to you, pulling you over his chest.

“I knew you’re not that innocent that you seem.” - he said, still breathing hard.

You smirked, eyes closed. “I knew you must be good, but… wow.” You heard him laughing as he started to stroking your arm up and down.

“We should do this more often, don’t you think, love?”



Harry Potter Preferences #2:{Moder-ish}Movie you watch together



Love Actually;Draco was a little hesitant at first, but after forcing him to sit and watch it with you, he actually enjoyed it. He kept making several references after watching the film and you were ecstatic to see him happy. The references did get old after a while, but if it made Draco smile, then you didn’t really mind.


Captain America;The Winter Soldier; You both loved superhero movies, but this one held a special place in Harry’s heart. He felt “a personal connection” to Steve Rogers because “they were both underestimated and kindhearted heroes.“It got a bit annoying really. He sobbed when Steve was about to die and Bucky saved him. He’s a big shipper of Stucky.


Beauty and The Beast; Hermione was soooooo excited to see it, it had only recently been opened in Theaters and she didn’t want to give up the opportunity. You gladly took her, ready to see the movie just as much as she was. Once the film started, a young and beautiful girl strolled into view. You were both rather startled. She looked just like Hermione! You turned to her with a smirk and asked if she had some sort of a doppelgänger. She strongly glared at you.,clearly annoyed at what just happened. You just laughed in her face, causing the entire theater to yell at you.


50 First Dates; You don’t particularly care for that movie, but Ron loves it. Majorly because of the comedy that always comes with an Adam Sandler movie. He also knows that while you may not like that movie, it always makes you smile and feel better if you’re feeling down. His favorite scene is when the Lucy beats up the weird Chinese guy. It’s your favorite too.


The Fault in Our Stars;You didn’t want Neville to watch the movie because he’s a cryer. He would sob at practically every scene. Which he did when you finally agreed to let him watch it. You held him I’m your arms as he cried over Gus’s death. You had tears of your own that dribbled down your face. You tried to assure each other that it wasn’t real, that it didn’t really happen, but fictional deaths are as real as Actual deaths.


The outsiders; You and Luna deeply loved the film because you both knew what it was like it be an outsider. The two of you empathized with the gang of greasers and how they were treated. Your appreciation of the movie ran far deeper than Luna’s. This movie helped you though your ptsd that the war caused. It helped to erase the pain. Luna was already happy, but she couldn’t pretend that the war hadn’t affected her as well.


Mean Girls; You really didn’t have any idea how you and Fred wound up watching Mean Girls. The two of you were just lounging around when suddenly the door of your DVD player popped open, and the film was put in. The time wasn’t wasted seeing as You and Fred had a lot of commentary. The most memorable being Fred’s remark,“She’s a bitch” to almost every character.


The Maze Runner; You loved the books, but you were a bit skeptical to see how the movie would turn out. The book is usually better after all. You hadn’t seen it in theaters, you wanted this to be a private moment. George wanted to view the film as well, his curiosity peaked. You and George had entangled yourselves together on the couch, waiting for the previews to end so you could watch the actual movie. Finally, the menu popped up, and you shakily pressed play, anxiously awaiting to judge whether or not you were right. Let’s just say, the movie was good, but the book was still better.



If I stay;It’s the movie that you and James always watch on Valentine’s Day. It always makes James sad because he wonders what would happen if you were Mia and he was Adam. It always brings you two closer together yet more afraid of losing the other. It also shows you that you never really know when everything could be taken from you. So you need to make the most of every moment.


The breakfast club; Sirius claims that he only watches it because of Judd Nelson, while you claim that you only watch it because you’re bored. You both loved how the film was unapologetically honest about his things were for teens, and it was absolutely true. Sirius sympathized with the rebel because he knew what it was like to grow up in an abusive family and be changed by it. You sympathized with the brainiac, knowing how discriminated against intellectuals such as yourself were.


Inside out; Remus simply adored the metaphor behind the Disney film, the fact that emotions are a bigger part of us than we realize.He was entranced with psychology and emotions, the movie only deepened his obsession. He’d barely pay attention to you when you two are watching it. You’d usually end up throwing a pillow or your scarf at him, managing to snatch a bit of his attention.


Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them; You loved animals, especially magical ones,so you loved that there was a movie about them. Both you and Lily found the film a bit odd though, Newt Scamander seemed very familiar. You let it go, he probably wasn’t even real anyway. The suspicion stayed with the two of you as you watched the film. Who was Newt Scamander?


Finding Dory;Regulus was only in it for Baby Dory and Baby Dory only. He never expressed his enthusiasm for the movie but nevertheless he was in love with it. You were suprised to see him like that, he was usually very dark and brooding. Now all of a sudden he was putting the film into your DVD player and shushing you so that he could properly hear.


Footloose; You loved old types of Movies and you loved Dancing. So when you found a movie that was both of your favorite things, you just had to watch it. You made Severus watch it with you, much to his protests, which you fully ignored. After finishing it, Sev did admit that he “sort of liked it.”


Suicide Squad; You thought that maybe Peter was a bit too excited for the dc movie. However,you didn’t really pay attention to it. Peter had been acting strangely lately and if this helped him, then you certainly weren’t going to object. No matter how much it worried you.

anonymous asked:

Why do you think Severus was so interested in the Dark Arts? I know the Dark Arts are usually meant to harm or control a person but I don't believe he'd actually go that far. Maybe it was just fascinating to him?

The Dark Arts are many, varied, ever-changing, and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster, which, each time a neck is severed, sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible.“—Professor Severus Snape[src]

This is a verbatim quote from Snape himself, and if you connect the dots between the older, wiser Snape and the younger, angrier, more experimental Snape from the Advanced Potions text that Harry finds in his sixth year, it tells us three important things:

1) Severus has always valued tinkering around with magic.  Certain classes, like Transfiguration, require very rigid, fixed wand movements and incantations and are highly resistant to experimentation (lest you transfigure your neck into that of a giraffe). Charms are a bit better, but they too are used for simpler things.  Potions are a place where Severus excels (probably in part because of his mother), so he feels more comfortable doing experimentation there.

2) Severus has always wanted to be the best at something- he grows up in poverty and is obviously abused/neglected. He wants to show that he has worth. The Dark Arts offer power to those who control them.

3) Severus was obviously pretty heavily bullied and attacked.  The Dark Arts are a good way to give him the appearance of “don’t fuck with this scrawny loner.”  It’s very similar to the reason why some kids wear black trench coats and Marilyn Manson t-shirts and listen to heavy metal in high school.  Many of these kids don’t actually want to kill everyone, but the fact that they associate themselves with scary things makes them less of a target to bullies.  Not sure it worked very well for Severus, but I’m sure that was at least partially his intention.

One of the things that I think that most people don’t take into consideration is that you can’t beat a Dark Wizard if you don’t know how their Dark Magic works.  That’s why Defense class exists.  But, as Severus himself says, just because you know how to defend yourself against SOME Dark Magic doesn’t mean you know how to defend yourself against ALL of it.  Since it keeps changing and evolving, it would make sense that even someone who was with the “good guys” should know what was going on so that they could create counter-curses and other types of methods to fight Dark Magic.  But it seems like the Wizarding World seems to be steeped in tradition to the point that they can’t fathom anyone using magic in a different way than it’s described in the books.  So they keep getting blindsided by Dark Wizards and Witches who keep throwing the entire Wizarding World into chaos by using magic that no one has ever seen before.

I think that Severus has a good point. Burying your head in the sand and refusing to have anything to do with “Dark Magic” isn’t helpful to anyone but the bad guys. 

But, also, I think that a lot of the students attributed a lot of Severus’ spell-creation to “Dark Magic” even though most of it was pretty tame (Muffilatio, Levicorpus, etc).  The idea that someone would make a new spell (or more than one!) seems so foreign to the Wizarding World, much less students still in school, that I could see Severus sticking out very quickly if he ever ended up using these spells, and not always in a good way, especially not to the Marauders.

How it all Started~Part 1(James Potter)

A/N: I’m thinking of doing a second part to this, but I’m not really sure.

Summary: To make Sirius and Lily jealous, you and James pretend to date. That’s all you need to know.

Pairing: James x reader, James x Lily

Word Count: 2435

Warnings: Swearing, general sadness

Other Parts: How it all Ended-Our Story’s not Over


It had all started as a plan. A plan that two marauder’s had made. Two marauder’s that forgot it takes all five of us for any plan to go smoothly. Prongs and I had decided to fake date for a while. The plan was to pretend we were in a relationship and make Lily and Sirius jealous. It was an idea that he had gotten while drunk one night after a party and I had only agreed so that he would shut up. In the morning, he still claimed that it was a “brilliant” idea. After nearly two hours of non stop nagging and explanations as to why this would work, I finally gave in.

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anonymous asked:

Hi I don't know if you're still doing a sleepover Saturday but I was wondering if I could request either a Sirius or Remus teasing blurb please? Those boys are marauders and are constantly up to no good, regardless of the scenario ;)

It had already been a long day. After 3 tests and handing in a major essay, you were ready to just curl up with Remus and cuddle for the rest of the evening. The Fat Lady swung open to a bustling common room. Remus was at a table with the other Marauders, his back to you, laughing at something James had just said. You quietly walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Y/N! So glad you’re back!” he beamed, kissing you on the cheek. “How’s your day been?”

“Horrid. Three exams in one day ought to be banned.” You moved around the side of him to take a seat in his lap. Remus’ messy hair was tousled on the top of his head; his eyes were full of light as he looked at your tired face.

“You want to go upstairs, relax a little?” he whispered in your ear as he ran his thumb along your back. You nodded quickly and got back on your feet. “Well guys, we’ll see you later.”

The boys poked fun at you as you ascended the stairs to the boy’s dormitory. You climbed into his bed quickly, waiting eagerly for him to join you. Remus towered over you as you looked up at him. There was something behind his eyes, something playful.

“What are you thinking right now…” you asked, looking over his face for any clues. All he did was smile back a mischievous smile.  

“Oh, nothing,” he said, still smirking.

“Ok…because I really just want to nap. I’ve had a bad day, Moony,” you said with a warning look on your face.

“I know, sweetheart. Just here to take care of you.” He lowered himself down next to you, pulling you in close to his chest. Remus moved his hand along your waist, slowing down when he was aligned with your center. Gradually, he moved his hand, lightly cupping between your legs.

“Remus,” you whined. You were just on the edge of sleep. Part of you felt guilty for wanting to turn him down, but the other part of you was too exhausted to put up with him teasing.

“Yes, my love?”

“What are you doing?” you asked, your eyes now closed again.

“Nothing. Just missed you today,” he replied innocently. He let his hand rest there for a moment, lulling you into a false sense of security. But then his fingers began to dance along the waistband of your pants, playing casually with the button.

“Remus John!” you yelled, irritated he wasn’t just letting you be. He laughed to himself, clearly very amused with the reaction he’d gotten from you. “You’ve spent far too much time with Pads and Prongs today.”

“I’m just teasing ya. I know you’re tired, love.” He placed a kiss on your furrowed brow. “I just can’t help bugging you. You’re so cute when you’re grumpy. But I promise I’ll stop.” You couldn’t help but smile any time he called you cute, even if you were supposed to be irritated with him. But above anything, he was a sweetheart, so he kept his promise and held you until you were finally able to sleep for the first time in what felt like days. 

If Sirius Became A Single Dad AU: A Daughter

First of all, thanks to those who’ve liked and reblogged my Remus Lupin and Sirius Black Headcanons. Thanks so much! 

Also, Sirius, James, Lily, Remus

  • James and Sirius would fangirl so much. (PADFOOT YOU’RE A DAD! I KNOW! ARE YOU EXCITED? GOOD BECAUSE I’M EXCITED TOO) 
  • We all know that they’re going to ship Harry and his daughter. (James, Sirius, they’re just babies, you can’t really expect them to be toget- EVANS PUH-LEASE JAMES AND I ARE PLANNING HOW OUR FUTURE GRANDKIDS WILL LOOK LIKE - Lily, I love you and all BUT IF YOU’RE NOT WITH US YOU’RE AGAINST US - I, uh *sigh* they better have my eyes. - THAT’S THE SPIRIT
  • Sirius would flip the hell out whenever she would cry and he would immediately apparate to Remus’ place (he didn’t want to bother Lily and James because they have Harry to take care of, too). Remus would be able to make her sleep and that’s the story of how she grew up with two dads instead of one. 
  • Peter loved her so much. Combined with the thought of Harry, it was what stopped him from betraying the Potters. He ended up dying for his friends. His last thought was about Harry and her, wishing that they grow up in a happy home. They did. 
  • Sirius cried when she first said ‘Dada’. He was rocking her to sleep when she did. Remus was out, buying some groceries. When he returned home, he found Sirius sleeping beside their little girl, clutching her tightly. He occasionally murmured, ‘Dada’.
  • She was Daddy’s Princess. Sirius brought her to Madam Malkin’s, demanding that they make her a princess gown. 
  • Sirius would hand wash the gown himself. 
  • Be 99.999% sure that he and James  were betting on what her animagus will be. They were also betting on what Harry’s animagus will be. 
  • Harry and her grew up together. 
  • It wasn’t the Golden Trio anymore. They wanted to be called the Fantastic 4. Remus and Lily told them about it and Hermione already knew, since she is Muggle-born. They forced Ron to watch it.
  • Sirius, Remus and James scared off 90% of the boys who tried to court her. Harry and Ron scared off the other 9%. They did the same for Hermione. Lily was looking in the sidelines, laughing. 
  • When she brought a Weasley home for Christmas, Sirius, James and Remus spent 15 minutes each, giving him guidelines of how they should treat her. 
  • You’ll never guess which Weasley I’m talking about. ;)
  • She was sorted into Gryffindor. 
  • Sirius cried for hours when she first went to Hogwarts. 
  • Remus had to stop him from going after her. 
  • That’s how Sirius got the job of being the Flying instructor for a whole year, helping Hooch. Harry was just laughing in the background.
  • DAD WHY 
  • When she entered her second year, she was part of the Quidditch team as a Chaser. Sirius quit his job and would just come during her Quidditch matches.
  • Lily and Remus would always bring a banner with her and Harry’s name on it. 
  • Sirius and James would be the loudest ones there.
  • Since Lily never died, she, James, Sirius and Remus fixed their differences with Snape. He and Lily became friends again and they were all in a truce. Though very strict, he wasn’t as cynical anymore and was pretty much fair to the students. 
  • Also, about Quidditch, 100% of the time, Harry and her would be embarrassed but you can bet your bottom dollars that they loved them to bits. 
  • Sirius would always, always owl sweets to her and all her friends. 
  • When Remus became their DADA teacher, she was slightly embarrassed. Remus never doted so much on her so it didn’t bother her. He would always kiss her forehead, though, after dinner, when she would go near him and wish him good night. (He was still her father, no matter what anyone said. They can shut up and mind their own business. He was as much a father to her as Sirius was. 
  • Despite how embarrassed she and Harry was, they were fiercely devoted to protecting werewolves and would willingly fight someone who dare say anything against them.

There are so much possibilities! 

I need a name. Someone help. 

I’ve posted a part two of this! (If Sirius Became A Singe Dad AU: A Toddler) Check it out!

Day 13: Headcanons

My first original post for the Snape Appreciation Month, which I’m immensely enjoying so far! I never loved Tumblr more in all my lurking years. I don’t have that many head-canons, but here are some:

  • He smokes. Not pipe or cigar, but muggle cigarettes. He learned how to smoke pretty young, since there were quite a few not-so-responsible adults around where he grew up. He only took up regular smoking, however, after he had lost Lily’s friendship.
  • He has never been a morning person in his life, but he’s trained himself to be suitably alert in the mornings even if he stays up late the night before (which he usually does). First it was never a good idea to be groggy and not fully responsive during the breakfast in his school days (see also: Marauders). Later it was just never a good idea to be groggy and not fully responsive in general. 
  • He is still not fully himself before noon. Only a few people at Hogwarts (or in the world) know about this, and the list includes Dumbledore and McGonagall. Over the years, Snape “volunteered” for several arduous, thankless, or frankly ridiculous tasks regarding the school governance/maintenance (some of them even involved socializing with the governors) only because the sneaky Gryffindors ganged up on him in his weakest moments. 
  • He drinks his coffee black, but drinks tea with more than an average amount of sugar. That’s because he replicated his father’s tea drinking habit in his childhood, and also because sometimes sugared tea was the only breakfast they got. He only began to drink coffee when he took up the teaching position at Hogwarts. He honestly doesn’t care for the bitter taste, but it keeps him awake. It also helps him grimace (again: it only tastes bitter to him) and be generally unpleasant in the mornings, as he sometimes forgets to be grimacing and unpleasant without proper prompting.
  • He did not attend Potters’ funeral, not even from afar.
  • He did, however, visit their graves, sometime after.
  • Sometime between 1981 and 1991, he tried once to look up Petunia Dursleys’ residence. He did not come to visit the few plausible candidates that came up in his search.
  • He goes to the muggle cinema. He always chooses the least popular or most obscure film, regardless of genre.
  • Every year on Halloween, he stays up all night keeping vigil. He used to stay sequestered in his quarter, opting to skip breakfast the next day, but took up patrolling all night through the castle some time before 1991.
Never let me go

Sirius Black x Reader
Request: Hello I was wondering if you could do a Sirius X reader? Where the reader was in Slytherin and was really good friends with Sirius when they were younger but now they have to keep their relationship Secret. Please and thank you. P.s. I love you blog 

Originally posted by potter-imagines-here

“Do you hate me?” – Y/N asked in their fifth year at the middle of the deserted corridor after they left the Potions classroom together. She was thinking about this question a lot, but now, when she said it out loud, it sounds stupid, because all those memories flashes through her brain instantly.

Sirius Black was an odd child compared to the other pureblood kids – Y/N noticed this vey soon. Even at yound age, he was more nonchalant, light-minded, a joker – but she didn’t mind it, because he never failed to make her laugh. Before Hogwarts, they only met at those fancy balls where only the noble families could attend. She never like these gatherings, but she never really explained why. Sirius, on the other hand, had a firm opinion even when he was a little; he always reminded her that it’s boring, and ridiculous even, when you’re seven and have to dress up like and adult, and people expect from you to speak like a politician and behave like a lady or a gentleman.

Y/N Y/L/N didn’t like to go to the Blacks firstly, because Bella always made fun of her haircut or her clothes, and it hurt. She and her sister were older girls, both are beautiful, yet there was something frightening on them that made Y/N uncomfortable. When she ran to her parents to tell them that other girls were mocking at her, they scolding Y/N, because they’re important, and she should just swallow it and stop whining. She never wanted to tell Sirius about it, but he accidentally heard it, and he stood up against his cousins, though they didn’t care – but it was more than enough for her, he tried, at least.

Because he was the first person in her life who showed that she can do things on the other way, she can think differently if she wants; but they were still young, and she only understood she finally has a real friend – and he only understood that she’s the best thing that happened to him so far in his life. And she started to looking forward to meet the Blacks.

She remember when they were eleven, and Sirius watched Y/N as she was playing on the old piano at the Grimmauld Place, but laughing at her when she tells she only started to learn because her parents wanted to. Y/N just sneered, because she knew Sirius can play even better than her. They talked about school on that day, promising to each other they will go everywhere together, since they were sure both of them will be in Slytherin.

Maybe they should’ve seen this coming, as Sirius went to Gryffindor, and Y/N to Slytherin. She was sad a little, but get over it soon; it seemed there were a lots of great people at her house.

And both of them thought they could stay friends – what does it matter they are not in the same house? But months has passed, and years, and Sirius isn’t even try to impress his parents anymore, not even a little. He started to despise everything that connected with them: their pure-blood mania, their prejudice, all of their views, the dark arts, even the house of slytherin. And it hurt to her, because Y/N belonged there, she was happy there, and she had some true friends – but slowly, she started to lost his first.

The question hang between them almost painfully for a long moment. When Sirius spoke up finally, his voice firm, but his face isn’t so confident. “No.”

Y/N keep staring into his face, but he’s avoiding her eyes. It makes her angry. “You only hate me because I’m a Slytherin! How can you be so…” – she starts, desperately yet furiously, but Sirius steps closer, his palms on her shoulders.

“No, Y/N! I don’t hate you. I know you’re not like… them.”

She raises her eyebrows, trying to keep her voice confident. “Why don’t you talk to me anymore, then?” – Sirius takes a step backward as his hands fell off from her, but says nothing. – “It’s because of your friends, isn’t it? It’d be a shame to be friends with me, right?”

“I’m not ashamed of you!” – he says loudly, stubbornly, like it was the most instulting thing that she could say to him.

“Prove it, then.” – she says coolly. Her eyes narrowed, but gleamed with tears aswell; but it’s dark in the dungeon and she’s thankful he couldn’t see.

Sirius raises his chin before he nods, giving his word he’ll prove it, but she’s sceptic. He already broke her trusts once.

But Sirius starts to being around her a lot again. He sats to the Slytherin table next to Y/N at the meals sometimes, ingoring her friends’ judgemental glances. He jokes a lot, always trying to cheer her up when she’s ovestressed because of the school. He succesfully get into the Slytherin common room several times, searching for Y/N in the girls’ dorm when she doesn’t show up all day at classes, though she has no idea how Sirius managed to get in. “Are you really surprised?” – he always asks. He stays with her when she’s sick, sneaking food out from the kitchen and into her dormitory, keep entertain her until he has to go to detention or the other girls kick him out. Sometimes he takes her hand and waist and starts to dance with her in the middle of the corridors. He invites her into the Gryffindor common room, because he wants to his friends to get to know her better.

Sometimes they study together, but it’s always end up bad, since Sirius never could beheave himself at the library, it’s boring to sit quietly for hours, he says, and always distract Y/N’s thoughts.

“I’ll fail that Transfiguration essay because of you!” – Y/N fuming after Madam Pince threw them out; Sirius couldn’t stop saying funny things and she laughed too loudly.

He’s still laughing as they’re standing at the dimly lit corridor. He brushes a loose strand of hair out her face. “Darling, you always pass everything. Don’t be so boring.”

She’s ready to fight back; boring, really? But then she’s taken aback, because his touch on her face sent shivers down on her spine, and the way the word ‘darling’ left his lips sounded inexplicably sweet. Was he always so handsome? She doesn’t understands the sudden feelings – or were they always there? In the attempt to suppress the urge to hug him, or even kiss him, she’s glaring into his grey eyes, trying really hard to not look down on his lips.

“Are you here?” – he asks, eyes narrowed.

She nods violently, still schocked. “Yes. I’m just really tired.”

“See? You spend too much time with studying.” – he rolls his eyes, embracing her shoulders as they walking down to the dungeon where he hugs her as always, but that’s feels more now.

By the end of the year, Y/N is sure she fell in love with Sirius. She even considered to tell him; maybe he feels the same way, maybe he’s not – but she was thinking for too long, and the term ended; both of them went home.

She misses him more than ever at this summer. His letters are darker than usual; she could feel the anger through his words on the parchment as he writes about his family. Y/N wishes he could be there with him and comfort him; she’s slyly leaves little mentions about the Black family to her parents, in a hope they would go and visit them – it’s only take a few days when her father says they should go. She didn’t respond to Sirius’ last letter, because she know a week later they will meet anyway.

Except they didn’t, because when they arrive and her mother says “Go upstairs to Sirius.”, Walburga’s eyes darkens with anger, and she’s almost shouting along with her husband about their eldest son, because he ran away, straight to those bloodtraitor Potters, and they’re speaking about Sirius in a way that Y/N almost couldn’t endure. She looks at Regulus; the boy is quiet and his face is perfectly straight, but she can’t stop thinking about that tiny sorrow in the depths of his eyes.

After they arrive home, Y/N sit in front of her desk, but she just grabbed her quill when the door of her room opens, and her mother says, “I hope you’re not planning to write to him.”

She doesn’t need to ask who is that she referred; but she doesn’t understand. “Sirius is my best friend.”

Was your best friend. He’s no good for you! You heard what Walburga and Orion said. That’s a shame what’s that boy thinking and doing.”

Y/N can’t believe what she has heard. She turning her head back at the parchment, ready to starts the letter. “I don’t care.”

A few moments silence, and she already wrote “Dear Sirius,” when her mother’s voice fills the room again, and that makes Y/N stop. “Let me explain you, then. I forbid you to stay friends with him!”

She jumps up, a furious wave washed through her body. “You can’t… you can’t do this!”

“I’m your mother, so yes, I can! You do what I say, or you can pack your things and find a new home!” – she bellowed at her before she left the room, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.

She started to packing. She threw random clothes into her trunk while the tears blurred her vision, but she was thinking, and it’s useless. Where could she go? All of her friends’ family are the same as her parents. She would be kicked out from everywhere. Placing her clothes back into her wardrobe, she’s sobbing loudly. There were no place to go.

The sixth year started, and Y/N is frightened. She doesn’t know if Sirius stopped write to her or her parents burned his letters. In the first few days she manages to avoiding him, but she knows she can’t do this forever.

They have the first Potions class together, and Sirius sats next to her, grinning into her scared face firstly, but frowning when she doesn’t smile back. “At least good to know you’re still alive. Sorry I haven’t wrote much at the summer… not like you were tempted to answer.”

She’s avoiding his eyes; burying her gaze into the blackboard where Slughorn just scribbled up some ingredients. “I… I’m sorry. My parents weren’t delighted after your little runaway.” – she says honestly, deciding there’s no point for lying. – “I’m pretty sure all of your letter ended up in the fireplace.”

He just snorts. “What a surprise. Guess they were still not as happy as my sweet mother.”

“She was raging, you know. She even burned out your picture on the family tree.” – Y/N said with a tiny smile, thinking it’d just make him laugh, but stopping when a hurtful shadow running through on his face; but only for a moment, before he looks amused.


Several times it’s crosses her mind; she should keep staying close to Sirius and stop caring about her parents. But she also knew they would find out – sooner or later. While she’s trying her best the avoid Sirius, she wishes she could be more like him.

Days passed, and weeks, and Y/N’s always find a way to stay away from him. It’s not so hard, because they only have two classes together and their common rooms are far away from each other; but she always has to go to have breakfast early and for dinner late. Or sometimes she just skip, since the sadness and the missing of him take away her appetite anyway.

Until Sirius stops him one day at the sunny courtyard. She’s rambling about some believable lies about why she was distant lately, but that was something else in Sirius’ mind right now.

“Listen, there’s no good way to tell this.” – he starts, concerned, making Y/N nervous. Is something bad happened? – “It’s stupid, actually, I know. But… you need to know. And I have to tell. I just didn’t know how.”

She fell silent. So this is why was so easy to avoid him; he avoided her too. Sirius clears his throat, takes a deep breath, then starts almost tiredly. “Oh, you know what? I love you. There, I said it. I’m in love with you. I really am, I’m not joking, so will you stop grinning like this?” – he said, because Y/N forget eveything; forget she doesn’t supposed to be doing this, but she grabs his collar and pulling him closer for a kiss.

Sirius hardly believes that’s actually happening, neither Y/N, because they’re so in love. But after they left each other, going to their own classes, Y/N’s heart starts to banging against her ribs, even wilder when her lips touched Sirius’. Because she shouldn’t do this.

She was fighting an internal battle with herself all night long. She wants to be with Sirius, she wants him more than anything, but in the other hand, she doesn’t allowed to even speak with him.

The morning came, and she still doesn’t know what she should do. Another day has passed, and she’s still puzzled. She’s keep meeting with Sirius, but only in places where no one can see them – deserted corridors or empty classrooms, and she’s thinking that could actually work, until after a few weeks Sirius confronts her, and she doesn’t have another choice but telling him the truth. For a moment she thought he’d understand, but he isn’t.

“You know, that’s pretty fucking funny coming from you, who was so angry with me, because you thought I was ashamed of you!” – his voice low, but angry and his words escaping his mouth fastly.

“That’s entirely different!” – she’s stepping closer to him, her face concerned, but he takes a step backward from her. – “You know my parents…”

“Did you forget…” – he starts, cutting her off. – “… that’s mine are the same? Why are you still so keen about impressing them? You’re not a child anymore, and you’re not like them!”

A few tears rolls down on her cheek, but stays speechless.

“Or maybe you are, and I was wrong about you.” – Sirius said before he stormed off from the empty, dark classroom.

His last words echoed in her head for days, haunting her like some mantra. “I’m not like them.” – she says to herself. “Or maybe you are.” – an other voice spoke up in the back of her mind.

For days she cried herself to sleep, and it was hard to look at him, seeing he’s laughing with his friends, and prevent herself from crying again. It was until Sirius couldn’t bear him to seeing her red and puffy eyes anymore and knowing he’s the reason; and when they left the Potions classroom together again, she grabbed her arms and pulled her into a hug, rubbing soft circles on her back while she was crying into his chest.

As students started to fill the corridor again, Sirius led her into an empty classroom. She wiped off a last few tears, looking up at him. He sighs, running his fingers through his hair. “We can keep it as a secret.”

She’s gaping at him, not really believing what she just heard. “But… I thought… That would be okay for you?”

He walks closer, cupping her cheeks. “I wish you could just ignore them, like me. But if that’s the price… then yes. It’s okay.”

Her eyes gleamed up but not from the tears, and as she starts smiling, Sirius spoke up again. “But you know we can’t do this forever, right?”

She wraps her arms around him, nodding with closed eyes. “I know. I just… need some time. My parents won’t be happy.”

“That’s an understatement.” – she snorts. “They’ll murder me. And then you. Or maybe only me, and you’ll be just kicked out.”

Her growls turns into a soft laugh as she buries her face into his neck. “Yeah, that’s much better.”

Sirius lightly chuckles into her ear, and in his arms she’s finally feeling herself safe; the emptiness vanished and her heart filled with joy again. It won’t be easy, but it’s worth it.


I Have a Secret~Part 1 (James Potter)

A/N: I’ve had a really shitty day and I haven’t posted anything for three days so here you go. I hope you like it cause it made me feel better writing it. Also this was supposed to be a one-shot but once again it got kinda long so I decided to split it up. Gif’s not mine.

Summary: You have a crush on James and haven’t told anyone. You can’t take it anymore and finally tell one of your friends, Sirius. Unfortunately you forget that Sirius is basically James’ brother and they tell each other everything.

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 1501

Warnings: Swearing, to many feelings

Other Parts: Part 2

Originally posted by scrapbookofmarauders

-Y/N P.O.V.-

I couldn’t tell you the exact day that I fell in love with James Potter. I could only tell you that it had been a long time ago. We were friends and I just thought there was no point in ruining a good friendship over some one sided feelings. There was no way that anyone could tell me that these feelings were mutual because literally everyone in the damn school knew that James only had eyes for Lily Evans. That could have been part of the reason that I fell for James. He was always so sweet and caring towards Lily and I was jealous as fuck because there was no decent reason in my mind that could explain why he wasn’t like that towards me. Every time he was around her he would get nervous, try to ask her out and get shot down. He was adorable when he was nervous. He would run his fingers through his hair and try his best to act cool although he always ended up in the most unnatural position ever. Sometimes when the marauders and I were hanging out in the common room, I wouldn’t be able to focus because all I could think about was getting up and going over to sit with James. I would imagine him putting his arm around me or pulling e into his lap so that could just be peaceful for a little while in front of the crackling fire.

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another headcanon woop

Lily found out about his lycanthropy first. She found out nearly a year before the rest of the marauders. It was a bad moon, the worst of Remus’s first year at Hogwarts. Lily was out wandering the castle early in the morning. No one knew she did this, and she never got caught. At least officially. All of the teachers she ever ran into always let her go, because she was causing no harm. She had nightmares, and walks helped to clear her head. Anyways she was out on one of her walks, and when she passed the infirmary she heard loud whimpers. She couldn’t just pass by someone in pain even if Madam Pompfrey was there. When she entered she saw Remus. He was laying in a bed in the corner and he was covered in blood. Three large claw marks could be seen through his abdomen which was torn open. Lily couldn’t stop the small gasp that escaped her. Without a word to Pompfrey she ran over and grabbed the fellow gryffindors hand. She stayed by his side the entire time that Pompfrey fixed him up. The next day Remus tried to hand her a lie,“We got in a bit of an accide-"But she interrupted him. "Remus. I don’t care if you are a werewolf, I suspected it long before this moon. I won’t tell anyone don’t worry.” She never told anyone, and she was always waiting in the hospital wing when Pompfrey brought him back. When the Marauders found out, she was quieter about it but she still visited her friend. Friends they were, and good friends at that. When Remus wasn’t with the Marauders he was with Miss Evans. She was also the one that made him come to terms with his feelings for Sirius. In return he made her come to terms with her feelings for James. They could trust each other, and Remus found a kindness in her that the world desperately needed more of.

The Mirror Of Erised

One night, Remus goes out exploring like he did with his friends so long ago. He checks out all their old hiding spot, making him sad and happy reviewing all the good memories. Then, he finds a mirror in one of the Marauders old secret passageways. He goes up to it. at first, all he sees is himself; tired, old, with scars running down his face. Then, five familiar people appear next to him. Lily Evans, but older, about his age. Shes hugging Harry, the exact version of Harry Remus saw this morning. Harry is looking up at Remus happily, saying “Uncle Moony” and laughing. Next to him is James, his arm slung around his beautiful wife. This version has greyer hair, but still with a mischievous glint in his eyes. On Remus’s left is Sirius, with greyer hair and looking more tired, but still smirking. He’s looking at Remus happily, and asking if he wants to snog later. Then there’s Peter. His hair is like Remus’s, but his eyes are more tired and nervous. He’s smiling though, and in his hand is the Marauders map. Just like so many times in their youth, he seems to be asking Remus if they want to prank Snivellus later. Its the way Remus always wished his life was like. If Voldemort had never existed.

Remus sinks to his knees and cries. He goes there every night until he leaves Hogwarts, and never breathes a single word of the mirror to anyone else.

Sirius Black

a common thing I see (mostly in Tumblr) on the Anti Snape posts is that 

“Sirius was also abused and bullied but he turned out fine”

yeah, sorry, no.

If we’re going by Canon (The Books, Pottermore, JKR, and the movies, in that order. if it isn’t supported by the Books it didn’t happen) that statement is bull. here’s a few reasons why:

  1. Sirius wasn’t Bullied in School. it is canon that he was literally the Hogwarts version of a popular Jock bully. 
  2. We’re not sure if his life was actually as bad as Snape’s, at least in canon
  3. ‘Turned out Fine’. I think we’ve been reading different books, honestly.
    Sirius black didn’t have the opportunity to turn out fine. he was thrown into Azkaban, and his emotional maturity halted (if not destroyed) right then. The Sirius that comes out of Azkaban is unhinged. 
    he’s ready to commit cold-blooded Murder. 
    he’s still calling his childhood victim by this stupid name that he came up with when he was 11
    he’s impulsive, he’s unhinged, and he clearly can’t differentiate between Harry and James.
    How is this ‘turned out fine’?

note that this is not a Bashing. I mean, as much as I don’t like the character, he didn’t have the opportunity to grow up. but, you don’t bring an unhinged murderous escapee as ‘good example of abused victim turning out fine’. now, Harry? that I can understand.

Another sleepless night for the marauders
  • Peter: *whispering* James
  • Peter: James!
  • James: *groaning* Whaat
  • Peter: I can't sleep.
  • James: Sirius!
  • Sirius: Whaaaat
  • James: Peter can't sleep and know thanks to him I can't either
  • Sirius: James. We've gone over this. Don't wake me up in the middle of the night unless 1: Lily has had a change of heart and all of a sudden wants to have sex with you, or 2: The girls have decided they want to have a naked pillow fight in our room. I need my beauty sleep!
  • Peter: Your beauty sleep?
  • Sirius: Yes. Sleep to increase beauty.
  • Peter: Hate to break it to you, but you should really sleep more.
  • James: *crying of laughter*
  • Sirius: Hey!
  • James: *wipes away tear* Peter mate you savage, I have to tell Moony this. Oi Remus!
  • Remus: *Snores*
  • Sirius: Good luck waking him up
  • James: *signals a countdown from 3* three... two... one...
  • All three: REMUS
  • Remus: Who- whe- what is it? Does Lily want to have sex with James all of a sudden?
  • James: No but she will some day
  • Sirius: *surpressed giggles*
  • Remus: What did you wake me up for then?
  • James: Peter just made the best comeback ever to Sirius, you have to hear this.
  • Remus: James. Go to bed.
  • James: But it was such a good comeback though!
  • Remus: And i'm sure it will still be just as good when you tell me it tomorrow, after i've had sleep.
  • James: But-
  • Remus: No!
  • James: We-
  • Remus: Sleep!
  • James: Why-
  • Remus: Shht!
  • James: Fine.