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vinylfoxbooks · 10 months ago

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August 23 - New | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 773

“Where’s James?” Sirius asks upon entering the dorm, “They wanted to go out and train with me.”

Remus shrugs, “They didn’t tell us where they were going when they left. Check the map.” Sirius does so, walking to his trunk and grabbing the map out, taking a second to find his best friend on it, furrowing his brows at the sight. “What’s wrong?” Remus hums.

“James is out with Regulus. They’re at the Quidditch pitch.”

“Maybe James was waiting for you and Regulus saw them or James called out to them.” Remus rationalises, “Either way, you should head down there if you guys were going to train together.” Sirius agrees and is quick to leave the dorm once again, rushing down to the pitch. When he finally is in range of it, he can see James and Regulus standing near the changing rooms, both of their robes off and with their brooms in hand.

Instead of taking his usual approach of shouting James’ name as he walks towards them, Sirius lightens his steps and walks as silently as he can towards the two of them, wanting to remain unnoticed for as long as possible so as to hear their conversation. He almost considers turning into Padfoot so he can get there without being immediately noticed, at least not as fast as he would if he approached as Sirius -- though James does have a remarkable eye for being able to notice Padfoot near instantly.

He manages to do it, getting within earshot without either of them noticing him, by some miracle. And that’s when he hears it.

“As if,” Regulus responds to whatever James was saying before, something that Sirius wasn’t quite able to hear, “We both know that if you were as good as you claim to be you wouldn’t need to be out here with my brother for training.”

James hums, “And you’re just walking around with your broom because you think it's fun?” James pushes, “Unless you wanted to come stalk me like you do.”

“I do not stalk you, Potter.”

“Or really?” James asks, leaning down to put their face closer to Regulus, “You don’t hide in the stands, waiting for me to notice you and not report any of our usual tactics back to your team? You don’t watch me across the Great Hall and follow me when I leave it, I see that you do, don’t deny it. You don’t-”

“I think you’re thinking of yourself, Potter.” Regulus cuts them off, taking another step into their space, “You’re the one that follows me into the library just to annoy me.”

“Oh, is that what you call me annoying you?” James teases, leaning even more until Sirius feels like he’s watching something that he shouldn’t be. He’s quick to actually turn into Padfoot, taking a second to make sure that neither of them noticed before he trots away from them, heading to the end of the pitch before turning back into Sirius.

This is new, Sirius ponders, James and Regulus… flirting? Since when has that been a thing?

The next thing that Sirius thinks over is the idea of it. The idea of Regulus and James actually dating, his best friend and his brother. Would he be okay with that? After a couple seconds, Sirius thinks that he would be alright with that, just thinking of the two of them. He can see it working.

So he doesn’t throw a fit when he walks up, just raising his arm and calling, “Prongs!” The two jump apart from where they were nearly kissing and turn to Siius by the time that he’s close enough to them that he decides to just talk, “Is Reggie joining us?”

James looks at Regulus and the two of them watch the boy think about it before he nods, “I’ll practice with you guys for a little bit, but I do have homework to work on later.” The two of them agree to the terms, although Sirius does rib his little brother just a bit before they take to the air. When they do, Sirius can’t help but take note of the way that Regulus and James throw some flirtatious banter at each other from across the pitch, racing around each other while James and Sirius work on some of their drills.

When Regulus flies off, telling them that he should go now, Sirius considers bringing it up with James but he figures that he’ll let them come to him. He’ll just have to make sure that Regulus and James are aware that he would be alright with any possible romantic relationship they might have.

#happy jegulus day!#marauders #james potter #regulus black #dead gay wizards #james x regulus #jegulus #sirius black #starchaser #sunseeker #jeggyverse microfic #microfic

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shayera-the-magpie · 8 months ago

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The Silver Stag: Chapter 5 Sneak Peek

James abruptly turned to see Black standing at the doorway. His bright-eyed gaze betraying the look of boredom he was wearing on his face. Oh, how much he looked like Padfoot, and it didn’t help that his black hair reached to his shoulders in waves like Sirius did.

At least Regulus’ eyes were coffee brown in comparison to Sirius’ gray irises.

“Filch took something years ago, and I have to see if he still has it,” he admits, standing up.

James had expected Regulus to raise an eyebrow and perhaps be confused about what he meant. He wasn’t expecting his dark eyes to harden as if in understanding. “Ah, yes, I saw my elder brother working with such a map the month before he grieved mother with his departure,” Regulus said, stalking closer. Like a python homing in on a rat they were about to eat. “A map that you used to track down one of my friends despite his efforts to hide from your lot.”

Regulus, of course, was one of the Slytherins that hung in the social circles Snape ran in along with Lucius and Narcissa. A effort to spite his brother, maybe. For Sirius said that Regulus aspired to be the opposite of what he was. Part of that being friends with the classmate they never hesitated to poke around.

There were suspicions that Regulus had a role in making their clothes invisible to everyone sitting in the Great Hall the morning on the day after their Defense OWLs. Due to the smug smirk he was sharing with Mulciber as everyone chortled with laughter over the sight of James and his friends appearing to be in nothing but their undergarments.

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with-love-anu · 5 years ago

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Undefined Coma

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: Sirius hates you and is forced to marry you.

Warnings: Mentions of torture, passing out, swearing, death, not a happy ending.

Word Count: 1,581

You ran, trying to catch up with the raven-haired boy. He was fast.

“Sirius! Sirius, wait up!” you shouted apologizing to people you hit on the way. Catching him finally, you placed a hand over his back, making him turn towards you in a huff.

“What. Do. You. Want?” he hissed as you gulped.

“I just wanted to talk to you. I thought t-“

“I don’t care what you thought. I don’t ever want to talk to you, why don’t you get it?” He barked as you felt you felt something in your stomach squeeze.

“Do we have any other choice, then?” you whispered as you saw something change in his eyes. “I thought you, of all people, would understand seeing we are going through the same thing.”

Sirius let out a dry laugh which only served your stomach to twist further.

“Same thing? Same thing? We are on the opposite ends Y/n. Completely opposite ends. You want money without earning it and have pulled me into whatever this is. Marriage, they call it. I hate you, Y/n. And I hate everything you stand for.”

“You act like don’t even know me!” you gasped as he just shook his head.

“I knew you.”

You stood there as he turned and left. You watched his back silently not knowing whether to laugh or cry. You wondered if he would ever realize. If he would ever even try to see through the narrow hole he had created. You wiped away the tear that fell down your cheeks. What did you agree to?

***

“No! Please Bella, no!!!” you screamed through the tears, beating your hands furiously to somehow break the spell they tied you with, not that it worked. “NO! TAKE ME! TAKE ME INSTEAD!”

Your heart thumped out of your chest as you screamed for them to stop. Your sister’s cries rang loud in your ears as they continued to torture her.

“Cruico!” you heard Bella scream as a hot red energy spread through your body, making you feel like you were on fire. You shouted and screamed as the pain didn’t stop. You felt dizzy and your brain banged making your surroundings feel fuzzy. You clenched your eyes shut at the agonizing sting that stretched throughout your body. You remembered seeing people running before darkness consumed you.

***

The great hall was full of chatter and life as the first years got sorted into their respective houses. Sirius smiled a little at the innocent, care-free children who were going to start a completely different life at Hogwarts. He listened on to James as he talked to a new-bee. He was grateful to have such a great friend. He was so scared when he finally ran away, thought he would have to leave James’ house the very next morning. But he didn’t. The Potters had unofficially adopted him. He spared a glance towards Regulus, who looked hollow. His heart clenched at the sight. He wanted to take him with himself, but Regulus wouldn’t budge. Dumbledore stood up, making everyone turn towards him.

“To the first years, welcome to Hogwarts!” he paused looking through the swarm of children. “Normally, I would have let the announcements wait until all of you are fed and fine, but there is something very important that you all need to know. Miss Y/s/n Y/l/n died a few days ago at the hands of a death-eater.”

Sirius’s heart dropped. Y/s/n? Was he hearing correctly?

“Her sister Y/n, present at the same place was tortured severely. We’ve somehow managed to keep her alive and she’s currently in the hospital wing in undefined coma. Times are dark for us. If…”

Sirius tuned out of the speech feeling something wash over him. He looked over to Regulus who rubbed at his eyes. It didn’t take him a much to figure out he was crying. Sirius looked down as a memory attacked him.

“Sirius, no! We’ll get caught!” you giggled making him smile involuntarily.

“Y/n, trust me, it was somewhere here!” he said, taking her further into the woods. He finally spotted the lake.

“See?” he said as your eyes sparkled taking in the beautiful scene.

“Wow. This is so pretty!” you gasped as Sirius took in your expression. “Wait until Regulus and Y/s/n see this!”

Sirius scoffed. He went to sit down over a rock gesturing you to sit beside him.

“This place is only for me and you,” he grumbled making you laugh.

“If you say so.”

There was silence for a moment as you took the beautiful spot in. Sirius however, couldn’t stop thinking.

“Why do you always want to bring Y/s/n and Regulus too? Am I not enjoyable enough?” he whispered as you looked at him.

“You’re taking this the wrong way, Sirius. I always want to bring them because I love them. I don’t want Y/s/n to sulk behind. Father is still grieving over our mother. She wouldn’t say it, but it affects her a lot. She was way closer to him anyway. I just want to make sure she stays happier than me. I always wish that I could give her everything she hopes for. I’m certain you want the same for Regulus?”

Sirius smiled. You really did love your sister.

“Yeah, I do.”

James shook Sirius, breaking him out of his reverie.

“Sirius, the food his here!” he said as Sirius nodded.

“Yeah, yeah.” He said placing something on his plate. He tuned out of what his friends said, lost in his thoughts.

***

Sirius tossed and turned through the night. He couldn’t sleep. Your thoughts ravaged him. He got up from his bead and quietly went over to James’ bed. Taking out the map and the invisibility cloak, he tried to make as less noise as possible. He went out of the common room, looking for anyone who might be roaming the corridors and stalked towards the hospital wing. He took off his cloak at the entrance, looking for the signs of the matron, but she wasn’t there. He tiptoed inside, walking towards the farthest bed. They always kept the more severely injured people there.

“What are you doing here?” a voice came, making him jump. He turned to see Regulus scowling at him.

“I’ve come to see Y/n.” he said calmly.

“No, you don’t deserve. Just go back to your Gryffindor friends that you love so much. Leave like you always do,” Regulus spat as Sirius’s stomach lunged.

“I don’t take orders from you.” Sirius said sharply as Regulus scoffed.

Sirius moved towards your bed, ignoring his brother. He had to see you, just once.

“Of course you don’t. You don’t take orders from anybody. Mighty big of you to come and see Y/n when you were the one caused this.”

Sirius’s head snapped towards Regulus.

“I’m the one who did this?”

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t know anything. Y/n made a pact with the death eaters to not take her sister in exchange of marrying a pure-blood. You couldn’t have waited 4 more days. Just 4 more days,” Regulus croaked, as a tear fell down his cheek. “They went after them the moment you ran away. Tortured Y/n and-”

Regulus broke down, taking in big gulps of air to control himself.

“No,” Sirius whispered, the weight of Regulus’s words crushing him. “NO!”

She wasn’t marrying him for money or- He felt stupid. So stupid. Sirius tried to breathe. His legs felt weak as they quivered.

“Leave.” He heard Regulus say as he stood fixed on the spot.

“I SAID LEAVE. YOU DIDN’T GIVE A FUCK THEN, YOU DON’T GIVE A FUCK NOW. LEAVE.” Regulus shouted, his voice echoing through the hall.

So he did. He left. He ran towards the room of requirement knowing he wouldn’t last long without breaking down.

He dropped down on the floor as his body shook with cries. He screamed. He screamed until his throat felt raw. He couldn’t see. Regulus’s words echoed in his ears as his brain made him remember all moments he spend with you and Y/s/n. He was the reason Y/s/n died. He caused you to suffer through everything. Come to think of it, wasn’t he the one who cut you off from his life? He was the one who stopped talking to you the moment you were sorted in Slytherin. He was the one who ignored every attempt made by you to reach out. He was the reason you ultimately stopped trying. And that, that ate him whole.

“I’m okay,” Sirius sneered as you just shook your head.

“I’m sure you are,” you said taking his hands softly and looking at the red lines on his palms.

You took the wet cloth slowly placing it on the flesh as Sirius hissed.

“Why do you always have to go against them Siri?” you asked softly.

“They were wrong, okay?” Sirius said before hissing again.

“Yes, but you know the consequences of speaking up. They would never listen to you. Why suffer more?” you whispered as he looked at you. “I hate to see you hurt Siri.”

You took his palm, placing small kisses all over making his heart flutter. He almost whined when you pulled away.

Sirius sniffed feeling numb. He didn’t want to go back to his dorm. The room seemed to understand him, turning into a cozy bedroom. He sighed, getting up and laying on the bed, transforming into his amingus form. He curled up, sadness giving way to sleep soon.

A/N: This was requested by a lovely anon. I feel this is complete and won’t be doing a part two!

#sirius #sirius black #sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #hp #harry potter #the marauders #regulus #regulus black #Anu writes #marauders #james potter #remus lupin

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vaindumbass · 5 years ago

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((Happy birthday @dannikathewomanika! I got the impression you liked pirate aus, so have this:))

Sirius had never been more grateful that the Potters had taken him in. Of course, the time he ran away from Grimmauld and they welcomed him on their ship with open arms might be a strong contender, but it was definitely second-place.

Euphemia and Fleamont Potter’s son and his wife had long since gotten their own ship and crew, and Sirius had tagged along. James and Lily Potter were the best captains one could ask for, really, Sirius thought to himself as he looked around him.

The entire crew of the ‘Marauders’ was gathered, immediately after Sirius had simply told his captains that he had something to tell them.

“Well,” Marlene, their carpenter, said, “what is it?”. She was a tall, pale woman, with a scar across her left cheek. If one were to ask, she’d tell a different story every time, each one more heroic than the last, but the entire crew knew it was because she had managed to somehow fall face-first into a nail.

Sirius stalked into the middle of the room, and swooped all bottles and glasses off the table. He carefully laid his newly-purchased map down, and unfolded it. “This,” Sirius said, pointing at the left corner, “is where Tom Riddle is located.”

Everyone in the room sat up straighter. They had been chasing Tom Riddle, a truly horrid pirate captain, for four years now, without ever even getting the slightest idea where he could be.

“Do you- Are you sure?” Mary asked. Even the hands of their surgeon, which had been steady while stitching them up countless times, fiddled now with her hijab.

Sirius’ voice was strong, and unwavering. “I am.”

James’ eyes met his. “What’s your source?”

“I got a letter while I was gathering our supplies. It’s from Reggie- Regulus.”

Lily extended a hand. Sirius wordlessly handed it over to her.

She whistled between her teeth. “Sirius, this is big.”

“Believe me, I know.”

Remus Lupin stood up. He was only a navigator, yet he had the most scars out of all of them. “How can we trust him? Hasn’t Regulus been with the Death Eaters all this time?”

“I trust Sirius.” Lily said, her voice cold. At that moment she wasn’t their friend, not the Lily who had had rum coming out of her nose when she laughed too hard at something Marlene had said, but she was their captain.

Lupin sat down, his jaw locked.

As everyone started to file out of the door, to their own quarters, Lily stopped next to Sirius. “James and I are trying to get pregnant.”

“Oh.” Sirius said, completely baffled.

“So you better make sure our trust isn’t misplaced. Our child needs his parents and his godparent.”

“Right.” Sirius said, still busy processing the earlier information. “Wait- Godparent? I would be their godfather?”

But Lily was already gone, with a swish of her red hair and a twinkle of her laugh.

Sirius couldn’t help but laugh a little to himself, too. A godfather, him.

~~~

When he emerged on the deck, there was someone already standing there. “Lupin.” Sirius said.

“Sirius.”

Lupin had been a relatively new addition, but good navigators were hard to come by, and he was good. He’d been getting along well with everyone, until now.

“I suppose I should apologize.” Lupin said, looking out wistfully over the ocean. “It’s just-- I quite dislike Tom Riddle, you see.”

Sirius huffed a laugh, walking forward until he was standing next to Lupin, mirroring his position. “Don’t we all?”

Lupin painted quite the pretty picture, his brown curls waving a little in the wind, his face illuminated by the setting sun. Sirius quickly turned his head back to the sea.

“Ah, my hate for him feels a little more... personal. Fenrir Greyback- I assume you’ve heard of him?”

“I have.”

“He attacked me when I was five.”

Sirius turned to look at Remus so fast it was a surprise he didn’t break anything. Sirius had known of Greyback’s underhanded tactics, who hadn’t? Still, that did not make this any less horrible.”

Remus still looked perfectly calm. At Sirius’ surprised stare, he said: “At Riddle’s command, I mean.”

“Yeah. Yeah I got that.”

A silence fell, for a while.

“I’m sorry.” Sirius said.

Remus shrugged. “Wasn’t your fault. It’s a long time ago, anyway.”

Once again, their conversation halted, no matter how much Sirius would love to keep talking to this intriguing man (he had forgiven Remus the moment he tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear. Or maybe when the last bit of sun had hit his face just so. Or maybe-- well, suffice to say, Sirius harboured no ill feelings towards him)

Suddenly, Remus stretched. “Well,” he said, and Sirius only looked because that’s the polite thing to do when someone talks to you, and not at all because of the small sliver of skin that showed, “I’ll make sure we get to Riddle’s ship in time, alright?”

This was accompanied by a hand on Sirius’ shoulder, so he could only nod mutely, and look on as Remus walked away.

~~~

“You know what, Black? You might regret it if you don’t make your move now.”

Sirius looked at Dorcas, their master gunner, who was lounging casually against the mast, her hair falling over her shoulders in tight twists. Then he followed her line of sight to where Remus and Marlene were talking. “Are you talking to me, or to yourself?”

With a quick movement of her shoulders, Dorcas pushed herself back on her feet. “Who says I can’t do both?”

Remus smiled at Marlene’s animated face, his body language relaxed.

“I’ll make you a deal, Meadowes. If we come out of this alive, we confess.”

“Deal. If you die, though, I’ll kill you.”

They shook hands.

The Marauders had a lot of allies, but there was an enormous chance they would be noticed if they went with more than one ship. According to Regulus, there was only one ship anyway, safely anchored for the night.

Sirius would be the first to enter, together with Dorcas. They wanted to keep the element of surprise, Sirius could make his steps so silent they called him Padfoot, Dorcas was their best fighter, it only seemed the most logical decision.

Regulus would be taking guard duty tonight so they should, hopefully, be able to stay hidden for a while.

~~~

“You did get us here in time.” Sirius says, because he still hasn’t managed to silence that little voice in him that’s begging him to say something, anything, to the man in front of him.

“I said I would, didn’t I?” There are bags under Remus’ eyes, and Sirius doesn’t exactly know what a navigator’s job entails but he’s pretty sure you don’t need to run yourself ragged.

“You did, you did. But why not go to sleep now? We only attack during nightfall.”

Sirius has spent a long time cataloguing Remus’ every smile. This one seems to be his typical half-grin, only the complete lack of sleep is making it seem... weirdly genuine. “You drive a hard bargain, Black.”

Sirius grins back unabashedly. “Wouldn’t be a good boatswain otherwise.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” Remus puts up one hand to wave as he walks away. Sirius waves back, even though Remus’ back is turned to him.

That might be why he doesn’t notice Dorcas until she swings an arm around him. “God, you’re so gone for that guy.”

Sirius pushes her back with a smile. “Like you’re one to talk.”

“True, true.” Dorcas sighs, “I’ve fought countless people, but she just- smiles or whatever and I’m defenseless.”

Sirius snorts, “That reminds me, didn’t you tell her the chair she made was, and I quote, “very sittable”?”

“In my defense, it was!”

“At least you’re not constantly complaining about ‘bumpy’ chairs.”

Dorcas looks up at the sky dreamily. “Yeah... Wait, do you think she did it because of that? Because of me?”

“What other reason is there? She must... like you.”

“I can’t wait until today is over so I can know for sure.”

Silently, Sirius agrees.

~~~

Sirius likes being the boatswain, he does. It’s fun haggling with people and then stealing it from under their noses, he likes teasing Peter about the amount of potatoes they need, and he likes being able to, sometimes, get Remus chocolate (out of his own pocket, of course, although he doesn’t tell Remus that).

It still doesn’t compare to this. Feeling as invisible as a shadow in the night simply stills a hunger in Sirius he doesn’t always realize he has. For a moment all worries are forgotten, his mind as clear as the night sky, except for his goal.

His and Dorcas’ boots barely make a sound as they walk over the deck. Regulus greets them with a limp body in his hands.

“Watch duty is always done in pairs,” he explains.

Sirius cringes a little at the intrusion of the silence, but nods.

“Dorcas,” Regulus says, “it would be better if you went first. I need to talk to Sirius.

“Make it quick.”

“What is it?” Sirius hisses.

“Riddle keeps a part of his seven treasures here.”

Sirius’ eyes widen. Riddle’s treasures were each extremely valuable and highly sought-after. “Which one?”

“The medal. It contains the location of the other ones.”

Bringing Riddle to justice, or whatever, meant nothing if he could immediately bail himself out. Besides, having a bit of extra cash was always good. “Fuck. Okay. Lead the way.”

After they had walked for a bit, Sirius couldn’t help but ask: “Why couldn’t Dorcas come with us?”

Regulus shrugged, illuminated in strange shapes by the torch he was holding. “I don’t know her. And I didn’t- I didn’t want to see what they’d do to our parents.”

They walk the rest of the way in silence, until they arrive at the treasure room. Bellatrix is guarding it, because of course she is, his cousin has always been a bit too crazy to be anything but loyal to Riddle.

There are two other guards, but before Sirius knows it Regulus has already said: “I’ll distract them.” and then Regulus is suddenly gone, attacking one of the guards quickly and then running away, two of the guards hot on his heels.

Sirius doesn’t even have the time to stop him. In a reflex, he’d stepped forward, and this is when Bellatrix saw him. Now there’s a sword at his throat. “Long time no see, Siri.”

Sirius moves his knife to the hilt to the sword, and pushes it back in one big movement, immediately after aiming for her heart. “I had so hoped it would be an even longer time.”

Bellatrix eyes glitter maniacally as she deflects his knife. “Tough luck.”

“You know,” Sirius says while trying to hook his foot behind her ankle, “You could just let me in. It would spare both of us a lot of time.”

Bellatrix sidesteps him, and then her sword is suddenly coming awfully close to his stomach. “But where’s the fun in that?”

The sword brushes his shirt as it moves past him, and Sirius fights on in silence.

Until he hears footsteps. He looks up at the same time as Bellatrix does, covered in sweat and with blood on his clothes, and he sees Remus.

Lovely, beautiful, amazing Remus.

“Duck!” Remus shouts, and Sirius does so without a second thought, and then there are two swords above his head.

Lucky for him, Remus’ is the one that strikes true. Bellatrix seems almost surprised at the sword in her arm, which gives Sirius the chance to knock her out.

As soon as she’s fallen to the ground, Sirius clasps Remus’ arms. “You’re here? How did you find me?”

“I-” Remus says, letting his eyes fall shut and his forehead settle against Sirius. “You weren’t where you said you would be.”

“You missed me?” it was meant to be teasing, really, but it came out awfully sincere.

“Of course,” Remus whispers back hoarsely, opening his eyes again.

Sirius looks back at him, and then he kisses him.

It’s messy, and rushed, and absolutely perfect. Remus lips are soft but chapped, and while Riddle’s medal is right behind him, Sirius thinks he already has the greatest treasure the world has to offer in his arms.

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futurewriter2000 · 5 years ago

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Farewell Revenge - pt. 10

A/N: I- uh.... I didn’t mean it like this...

Your kisses were deep, agressive, passionate even. He could feel your hands tugging his hair, pulling him down a bit and causing a quiet moan escape his lips.

It was steaming, hot even when the lust and hunger took over his control and let his arms lift your thighs and pull you up. His lips didn’t leave yours and if they did, they kept in contact with every bit of your skin, especially the neck he was exposed to before. Your hands clawed his hips and without any second thought, he threw you on his bed.

Your eyes, completely dark and shimmering with hunger, seductively pulling him to hover above you. With only moonlinght present, its rays lightning your skin, your eyes, outlining every string of your hair on the golden pillow.

His grey eyes smiled devilishly at you...

“PADS!”

Sirius jolted up from his bed, finding his drool all over the pillow and trying to find his orientation. He wiped his wet lips and looked around the darkness, finding something flying his way.

It hit his head in the head and threw him on his back.

“What the hell?” he mumbled, grabbing the soft golden pillow in his hands as he looked both left and right, you neither on them.

“Fuck, mate! If you’re going to have sex dreams when we go home, you’re sleeping in the basement.” he heard James groan on the other side.

Sirius’ cheeks flushed red, though fortunate for him the night covered it all. He looked to the other two of his friends’ bed and saw only one of them sitting up. Remus. Of course, it was Remus. Peter always slept solidly like a rock.

Yet, Remus didn’t say a single thing. He just collapsed back in his bed and disappeared under the blankets.

“Sorry.” Sirius appologised awkwardly and stood up from his bed. He took the clock into his hands and found number three staring back at him.

He left the dorm anyway.

He was awfully sweaty, his hair sticking to his forehead as his mind continued to race through raw scenes of you and him. He didn’t even bother to take slippers, only a pack of cigarettes he hid under the floor.

Carefully stepping across the corridors, by the Hufflepuffs and sneaking into the kitchens, he grabbed himself a glass of water and chugged it all the way. His dry mouth consumed it with glee, his body cooling him off.

He grabbed one of the waterbottles from the fridge, slamming it shut and making his way back.

Yet, something stopped him. His eyes stared at the plastic bottle and he couldn’t hear it, he didn’t hear it... he just felt it.

He took a turn, back to the fridge and grabbed another water bottle. He didn’t know why he had done it. He never was a water drinker but it wouldn’t hurt to have a backup, would it now?

He felt stupid when he left.

Two water bottles for what? For his thirsty arse?

“Well, I’m not going back again.” he told himself and continued to walk across the courtyard and out of the castle.

He didn’t dare to use Lumos, not when he was careless enough to forget the map. He’d have to use his instintcs on this.

Instintcs. He shook his head, chuckling and lifting up the waterbottles.

He walked from the stairs onto the ground but immediately jumped back up.

He forgot his shoes.

No. Not forgot. He didn’t take his shoes in the first place.

He looked over the grass, dotted with white spots.

He looked up at the sky and saw first snow faltering into to the ground. Sure this December was cold but the snow really took its time to make his first appearance.

He beamed at the sky. He loved the first snow. The moon seemed like the biggest snowflake in the sky.

---

You swung your legs along the grass, the shape of lemons, just as you would skate on the ice field when you were a kid. Every weekend when the first snow made its appearance.

You smiled to yourself as the frost hugged your shoulders, the moon, waxing gibbons, shimmering in the sky. It was a fresh breath of old memories.

‘ “I can’t stop, dad!” your six year old body would slam against the fence, the front spikes of your skates digging into the plastic edge.

He skated as any young ice-skating professional would, covered you with ice as he drifted towards you, chuckling. “Just turn the skates.” he showed you but you only stared.

“I’m scared.” ‘

Same old breath, fresh memories.

‘ High above you, drunkness in those dark eyes and a lions roar. “ YOU WON’T LEAVE US EMPTY HANDED, CHILD!”

Heavy silence yet never long.

You glared into his eyes, standing your ground no mater how much your legs shook. You stood and glared, figthing off the fear. “ They'll take you in and spit you out.” he growled, pressing his index finger to your chest. “You're only worth how much you sell and you've come too far, we both agree. Just give us what we need.” the burning evil shimmered mirrored the horrible sins this man did but the smile... the malicious smile almost cut you open. ‘

You breathed out, opening your eyes and falling forward. You fell on your knees and into the frozen grass, first snow making its appereance one more year.

You looked up at the sky, seeing snowflakes floating above you and lowering themselves to ground.

Tears gathered fast and spilled down your cheeks. “No.”

---

Sirius’ feet were freezing by this point. It was as if the frost on the grass was biting his toes and heel.

He made his way to his favorite spot and threw himself on his back, lifting up his feet and groaning. “Son of a bitch.” he cursed under his breath, pulling out is wand and making a complicated wave. From the tip of his wand a jet of hot air blew against his feet and warmed them.

He let out a breath of relief, pointing his wand at the space in front of him and making another swish movement. “Incendio.” and the frost turned into fire.

He leaned back on the trunk and gazed over the lake.

His mind buzzed with flashes of memories. He could see you. First time when you were in your First year, laughing and giggling with Regulus. You had a high ponytail and your robes were oversized.

He remembered the time he would check to his brother and you would always be there next to him. Second year, Third year, Fourth year... He would watch you grow up next to his brother. Though he wasn’t aware before, he was now. He knew you. Perhaps he has never spoken to you before but he knew you. He knew how you blushed around his brother in your Third year or how you would push somebody if you were furious. Whenever you were stressed your eyes would go wide and condused. He could almost see the panic in your eyes as you would pass him by. You probably got your period in your Third year because sometimes you would snap at people for God no reason. Whenever you were mean to Regulus, which he had noticed, he would tell Regulus to cut you off.

Regulus would only smile and shake his head. He told Sirius you were just hungry, which made Sirius mad back then but laugh today.

First time you and Sirius talked was when you grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall. There was raging fire in your eyes and back then, getting lost in them would be the least believable truth.

You and him argued all the time. All the time. Why would he then feel so much attraction to you? Why would he want to kiss you so badly, explore your body with his.

He threw his head into his arms and huff.

He wished he would talk to James about this but he couldn’t. He couldn’t tell James about this because you were the girl James was with. Why couldn’t James just pick Lily?

‘ Why did I hate her so much when I love her so much right now?’ he asked himself. He threw his head back and looked at the giant snowflake in the sky.

It ate him from the inside out. His heart was throbbing from regret. He wanted you. He did! Sirius Black wanted you! - And he couldn’t have you because you were already his best friend’s. He wanted to get those eyes he dreamed of, those eyes James gets whenever he walks into the room. Eyes of adoration and love. He wanted those eyes. He wanted you but he could never have that. He could never have you because if he did anything to get you, he would be a selfish, ungrateful, traitorous man.

All he wanted was you but all you wanted was James and now, Sirius was stuck loving you and not being able to tell anybody about it. Not you, not his best friend, not Remus (though he was pretty sure Remus knew already).

“Ssssiriusss Black...” a hissing sound came from behind him and he bolted from the tree and onto the field, pointing his wand at the tree.

“WHO IS THERE?!” he panicked, staggering back on his feet.

A laughter came from the darkness and just by the sound of it, Sirius knew who it was.

It was you; the girl he was in love with.

Your figure came behind the trunk, your hand over your stomach as you bent over laughing.

“Are you crazy!” he put his hands on the top of his head and screamed at the sky. “You almost gave me a heart attack!” he turned around, bending on his knees and trying not to laugh.

You threw yourself on your bottom, right next to where he sat before. It was warm and nice. Your hand brushed against the moist grass and as you looked up at the fire, a safe, homely feeling washed over your body.

Sirius couldn’t breathe. His heart was pounding in his chest from fright. “What are you even doing here?”

“Stalking you.” you teased and leaned back on your arms, closing one eye and keeping the other on the boy.

“I knew it.” he played along and made his way back to you, digging his hand in his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

You eyed him. “You’re not actually going to light it up, right?”

He placed the roll between his lips and lit it up. “I almost died. Give me a break.” he breathed in the nicotine, letting it travel to his brain cells, almost making him a bit dazed before breathing it out.

Though he didn’t feel calmer. He didn’t feel what he would feel when he lit up the cigar. What he did feel were your eyes blazing into his soul. What he did feel was the urge to take you into his arms and kiss the hell out of you. Kiss you, every inch of you.

He stared into your eyes and you stared back into his.

He would feel the tension build between the two of you like a wall that built itself around the two of you, pushing you closer to each other. He would feel the tips of his fingers missing something underneath, his skin irritated by not getting a single touch of you.

Forbidden fruit. You the devil, him the sinner.

“You cried.” he blurted out after seeing the red line around your eyes.

Your face fell back into the past memories. It was only a moment before you realized what he had said.

How would he notice that?

“I didn’t.” you denied.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re still lying.”

There wasn’t a smirk, nor a single hint of tease. He kept himself stoic, concerened.

“Why don’t you have shoes on?” you changed the subject, looking over the lake.

“Lazy.” he answered. “Why are you really here?”

You turned your head to him, running your hand through your hair. “Fresh breath.”

“Liar.”

“Hate going home.” you kept your eyes locked with his but not for long as he turned his eyes away.

He gazed upon the lake again, something he always did when he tried to avoid something he would regret saying later.

He looked down to his side and found two water bottles laying there.

He smiled.

Instintcs.

“Water?” he took it and offered it to you.

“Thanks.” you smiiled and took a sip from it, placing it between the two of you.

Now, both of you were looking at the lake; maybe both avoiding to talk or just finding the lake inevitably interesting.

He stole glances of you.

You stole glances of him.

He was attractive. - you thought as a mere observation but you love James.

You love James.

Another glance, this time catching each other and keeping the contact alive.

Sirius would give you this look where his eyes would bore into you. He would be so close the next second and he would lean forward with your noses touching. You would feel the pulse in your veins, travelling into every inch of your body. Your view became a bit dizzy, his cologne mixed with nicotine pleasuring your lungs.

He would look down on you, hungrily, devilishly as if he was telling you everything he wanted from you. Not a word, not when his eyes were this dangerous.

You love James.

You love James. - you convinced yourself yet not enough.

“I love-”

“I don’t care.” he growled and pulled you underneath him, slamming his lips onto yours.

Oh, how it would spin your head when his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring it. When his body would press onto yours, his kisses consuming you whole, you could feel your soul catching on fire.

And you didn’t care. You didn’t care when he lifted his sweater off his body. You didn’t care when you could touch it and feel it under your fingertips. You didn’t care when his kisses were so addictive and obsessive that your body burnt like a bonfire underneath him.

Oh, how you didn’t care anymore about anything when his hands would dig into your bare skin, unzipping the jacket and tearing up your shirt. Your legs wrapped themselves around his torso and as a fantasy come true, he knew at that moment, he can do whatever he wants with you.

And like a forbidden fruit he was not allowed to touch, he growled into your ear “I’m finally taking a bite out of you.”

#sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter imagine

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building on There Are Rules AU: don’t antagonize voldemort

Don’t antagonize Voldemort was once a rule but it turned out to be an endless fountain of fun and therefore cut from the list.

There was a time, for example, when Riddle thought he was stalked by an entity that could possess bodies. It wasn’t Harry’s fault, really. Was it his fault he kept resurrecting on the battlefield? Was it his fault he didn’t have a minute to adjust his style of dueling? his body language? Was it his fault the bloody Death Eaters kept trying to kill him?

#MAYBE:

#VOLDEMORT'S POV

this is from the prev post

I probably need some actual plot and some info on the First Wizarding War.

i’m just gonna scan the wiki for details (the following is copied from there)

1970 – 31 October, 1981 Cause: Voldemort's return to the United Kingdom in order to begin his first reign of terror Result: Ministry and Order of the Phoenix victory. The disappearance of Voldemort and decline of the Death Eaters. Harry Potter declared the "Boy Who Lived"

1970

29 November: William Arthur Weasley to Arthur and Molly Weasley

Sometime after Molly graduated, both her brothers were murdered by Death Eaters in the First Wizarding War. (Dolohov)

Arthur was not a member of the first Order of the Phoenix.

Molly: "It's all this uncertainty with You-Know-Who coming back, people think they might be dead tomorrow, so they're rushing all sorts of decisions they'd normally take time over. It was the same last time he was powerful, people eloping left, right, and centre —" Ginny Weasley: "Including you and Dad." — Molly reflecting on her marriage in 1996[src]

1971

The Whomping Willow is planted.

1 September: Individuals that started at Hogwarts

Sirius Black (Gryffindor)[3]

Lily Evans (Gryffindor)[3]

Severus Snape (Slytherin)[3]

Remus Lupin (Gryffindor)[3]

James Potter (Gryffindor)[3]

Peter Pettigrew (Gryffindor)[3]

Adrian (unknown house)[4]

Stebbins (unknown house)[5]

1972

Muggles Who Notice by Blenheim Stalk is published.[1]

Published in 1972, it covered incidents where Muggles noticed elements of the Wizarding world, including the Ilfracombe Incident of 1932 and the story of "Dodgy" Dirk.[1] (a rogue Common Welsh Green dragon attacked a group of sunbathers in Ilfracombe in 1932)

Remus Lupin's friends James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew discover that he is a werewolf, and resolve to learn to become animagi.[2]

1 September: Individuals that started Hogwarts Regulus Black (Slytherin)[4] Dirk Cresswell (unknown)[5] (was a Muggle-born wizard. In the mid-1990s he became Head of the Goblin Liaison Office, in the Ministry of Magic.)

Births 12 December: Charlie Weasley to Arthur and Molly Weasley.[8]

1973

Events The Ministry of Magic defeats an appeal against house-elf slavery[2]

Individuals that started Hogwarts Bartemius Crouch Jr

1975

Minister for Magic Eugenia Jenkins is seen as inadequate to the challenge of the first rise of Lord Voldemort, and is replaced by the hard-lined Harold Minchum.[2]

Minister Eugenia Jenkins was Minister for Magic between 1968 and 1975. She dealt competently with the pure-blood riots during the Squib Rights marches in the late sixties. However, when confronted with the first rise of Lord Voldemort, she was ousted from office, being deemed inadequate to the challenge.

The Squib Rights marches were an action by a mass group of Squibs in favour of the betterment of the rights of Squibs[2] that took place in 1968 or 1969, during Eugenia Jenkins's term as Minister for Magic. This demonstration was, presumably, unsuccessful, as a group of extremist Pure-bloods broke out in riot while it was taking place.

Minister Harold Minchum was Minister for Magic between 1975 and 1980. He was seen as a hard-liner, and placed even more Dementors around Azkaban. But he was unable to contain what seemed like Voldemort's unstoppable rise to power.

Regulus Black receives his Dark Mark, thus becoming a Death Eater.[8]

Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew create the Marauder's Map.

1976

22 August: Percy Weasley to Arthur and Molly Weasley[6]

James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans and Severus Snape sit their O.W.L. examinations in June. Lily Evans dissolves her friendship with Severus Snape after he calls her a "Mudblood". Sirius Black runs away from home to live with the Potter family[1] Sirius Black sees his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange for the last time before they are both in Azkaban. Sirius Black gets his own place (either in 1976 or 1977) with money he inherited from his uncle Alphard Black.[2]

1977

James Potter and Lily Evans become Head Boy and Girl[1] Sirius Black gets his own place (either in 1976 or 1977) with money he inherited from his uncle Alphard Black.[2] James Potter and Sirius Black are chased by two police men, Fisher and Anderson, as well as three Death Eaters on broomsticks, while riding on Sirius's motorbike. They escape, however, by using magic to lift the police car, causing the three Death Eaters to crash into it.[3] Vernon and Petunia Dursley purchase and move in to 4 Privet Drive.[4] Regulus Black plays for the Slytherin Quidditch team during the 1977 to 1978 school year.

Deaths Dorea Potter née Black[9] Amarillo Lestoat[10] Alphard Black (possibly)[2]

There was some speculation that Dorea Potter was the mother of James Potter and so the paternal grandmother of Harry Potter. However, the actual names of James's parents were revealed to be Fleamont and Euphemia Potter, via Pottermore.[4] In spite of this, it is still more than likely that Dorea was possibly an aunt or a cousin by marriage of James.

It was once presumed that Charlus Potter and Dorea Black, who appeared on the Black family tree, might have been James's parents (since it was known that Charlus and Dorea also had one son). However, J. K. Rowling revealed via Pottermore that that was not the case. It is still more than likely, however, that Charlus Potter is somehow related to Fleamont.

I personally like the idea of Dorea Black being Harry’s grandmother. There’s next to nothing on Euphemia but Dorea Black being bold enough to “run away” with a Potter makes a good story. And it’s a headcanon active in all of my HP stories, I think.

1978

1 April: Twins Fred and George Weasley are born to Arthur and Molly Weasley[3]

Universal Brooms Ltd goes out of business.[1] James Potter, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, and Severus Snape leave Hogwarts.

1979

Regulus Blacks dies by drinking the Drink of Despair and gets killed by Inferius while trying to destroy a Horcrux of Tom Marvolo Riddle.

The Wedding of James Potter I and Lily Evans took place, with Sirius Black as the Best Man.

Peter Pettigrew begins passing information to Lord Voldemort[3]

Deaths Orion Black[5] Regulus Black[6] Fleamont Potter Euphemia Potter

Births 19 September: Hermione Granger

1980

Professor Sybill Trelawney tells Albus Dumbledore the prophecy concerning Harry Potter and Tom Marvolo Riddle.[1] Death Eater Igor Karkaroff is captured by Auror Alastor Moody and sent to Azkaban.[2] Millicent Bagnold succeeds Harold Minchum becoming Minister for Magic until her retirement in 1990.[3]

(a lot of birthdays)

Deaths c.1980: Evan Rosier and Wilkes, both known Death Eaters, are killed by Aurors.[8] c.1979-1980: Dean Thomas's father[9]

1981

Marlene McKinnon an Order of the Phoenix member is killed by Lord Voldemort who also wipes out her entire family. Harry Potter's first birthday

September: Sirius Black makes Peter Pettigrew the secret keeper

The Order of the Phoenix was founded by Albus Dumbledore during Lord Voldemort's first rise to power in the 1970s. Dumbledore formed the Order to combat Voldemort's increasing threat and power. Aurors from the Ministry of Magic also joined the Order to participate in more secretive, sudden assaults aimed to crush the Dark Rebellion. Dumbledore created a method of communication among Order members by inventing a way to make Patronuses speak. Although the Death Eaters had been attacking mostly Muggles and Muggle-borns to spread terror, they soon turned to attacking "blood traitors" such as Order members as well. The Order had to work hard, as they were outnumbered by a ratio of 20:1 by the Death Eaters. Fabian and Gideon Prewett were murdered by a group of five Death Eaters led by Antonin Dolohov. Caradoc Dearborn disappeared, the Bones family was almost completely destroyed, Benjy Fenwick was brutally murdered, and Marlene McKinnon and her family were murdered by Death Eaters, including Travers. Even as the Order suffered great losses, they continued to fight, and four of their members — James Potter, Lily Potter, Frank Longbottom, and Alice Longbottom — defied Voldemort himself three times.

First WW notes

"Imagine that Voldemort's powerful now. You don't know who his supporters are, you don't know who's working for him and who isn't; you know he can control people so that they do terrible things without being able to stop themselves. You're scared for yourself, and your family, and your friends. Every week, news comes of more deaths, more disappearances, more torturing... The Ministry of Magic's in disarray, they don't know what to do, they're trying to keep everything hidden from the Muggles, but meanwhile, Muggles are dying too. Terror everywhere... panic... confusion... that's how it used to be." —The uncertainty of the first war[src]

Werewolves were a big part of a confict...

Voldemort promised rights to [Dark] Creatures so it was a solid base

Voldemort’s base:

Dark magic - stop the laws that forbid it

that wouldnt be such a thing if all branches were for killing and torturing

like necromancy, for example

or maybe some family magic, blood magic

maybe even random spells or schools of magic... just because people were scared of “the dark”

it probably was the “Light Era”, before the 1970th, Scuib rights, maybe increase in muggleborns and newblood-oldblood marriages

Dark was weaker politically

maybe some bad attitudes towards “dark ws”

Pureblood supremacy

[Dark] creatures’ rights

Now going exclusively by his preferred name "Lord Voldemort", Riddle laid low and travelled around Europe and Asia. Little is known of his activities during this period, though he explored the Dark Arts extensively, studying the most obscure and arcane branches of magic and consorting with an array of dark wizards, who would all turn out to become his followers in the years to come. As a result of unnamed “magical experiments and transformations”, Voldemort underwent several physical and mental changes, which made him more powerful but less human, and was occasionally accompanied by a group of followers he came to call his "Death Eaters". By the time he was a full-fledged adult, around 1968, Riddle donned a hooded cloak (though he physically still did not resemble the montrous creature he would later in his life) which concealed him completely and he began plotting a wizarding coup, claiming that he was greatly dissatisfied with the current state of the Wizarding World and that he would succeed where so many, including Gellert Grindelwald and Salazar Slytherin, had failed. Voldemort convinced his underlings that to truly create a world full of peace and power, the old regime needed to be torn down at any and all costs and only those who shared pure blood, will and idealism would be allowed to live and thrive in it. In truth however, Lord Voldemort had little interest in political idealism himself. He was completely devoted to amassing his own magical power, and in becoming the most powerful and skilled wizard to have ever lived, invincible and eternal.

Though the Death Eaters were generally even less tolerant of them than wizarding society in general, these creatures were receptive of their violent and destructive goals. Dark activity suddenly arose throughout Great Britain, a country that had been totally untouched by dark magic; even during the reign of terror of Gellert Grindelwald; and Voldemort began surreptitiously killing poor and homeless Muggles (whose absences would not be noticed) with his followers so that he could reanimate their corpses with Necromancy until he had created an army of Inferi, a feat no other dark wizard in history had ever done.

In 1962, Minister Of Magic Ignatius Tuft was forced out of office for promising to institute a controversial Dementor breeding programme for Azkaban. He was replaced by Nobby Leach, who became the first Muggle-born ever to hold the Minister position, leading senior members of the Wizengamot to resign in protest. In 1963, Muggle expert Mordicus Egg published The Philosophy of the Mundane: Why the Muggles Prefer Not to Know, which posited actual theories about why Muggles continued to be unaware of magic. This was a different take on the subject, as it did not assume Muggles to be stupid nor ignorant.

Between 1965 and 1971[9], Dumbledore, who was noted as a social progressive believing strongly in the rights of Muggles as well as Muggle-borns and other oppressed minorities, ascended to the post of Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation Of Wizards [ICW] and Chief Warlock of the Wizenagamot. In these positions of great and influential power, Dumbledore passed extreme legislation to prevent any possible dark forces from threatening overall security around Great Britain

In 1968, Nobby Leach left office for mysterious health reasons, leading to a conspiracy theory that he had been poisoned by his Muggle-prejudice advisor Abraxas Malfoy.

[1970] the Death Eaters and their allies (including the particularly destructive Giants) began openly carrying out attacks on Muggles for sport and to sow chaos. Cleaning up these attacks, healing survivors, modifying memories, searching for the perpetrators, and attempting to prevent future attacks occupied more and more of the Ministry's time and attention. As their confidence grew, the Death Eaters began targeting Muggle-born and blood traitor witches and wizards as well, torturing and sometimes killing their victims, which shocked wizarding society. Other "inferior" magical beings such as house-elves (who were treated like vermin) and Goblins (a family of which was slaughtered) also suffered under their reign of terror.

Voldemort himself personally killed hundreds of wizards, though he tended to only fight those he considered worthy of his attention or too powerful for his followers to defeat. In these encounters, he displayed his extraordinary abilities, many of which were thought impossible, and he very quickly earned the reputation of the most powerful and dangerous dark wizard of all time

[1971]Though the Ministry officially viewed the Order as a renegade outfit, a number of powerful Ministry officials (such as Elphias Doge and Dedalus Diggle; and the famous Aurors Alastor Moody and Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom) joined instantly to participate in more secretive, sudden assaults to crush the dark rebellion.[12] When Dumbledore helped black market trader Mundungus Fletcher out of trouble, he joined the Order and, due to his extensive knowledge of the criminal underworld, proved very useful.

To protect the organisation, Voldemort ensured that Death Eaters did not know the identities of too many of their fellows, and, to society at large, their identities were completely unknown.[13] Increasing the confusion and paranoia even further, Voldemort placed many dozens of innocent victims under the Imperius Curse simulaniously, and forced them to carry out his orders. Even friends and family members were not above suspicion of one another.

Evan Rosier, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange, Sewlyn, Jerome Jugson, Jugson, Regulus Black, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Thorfinn Rowle, Gibbon, Augustus Rookwood, Igor Karkaroff, Crabbe, Goyle, Travers, and Antonin Dolohov. Likely at Snape's urging, Voldemort attempted to recruit Lily Evans, whose prodigious talents made up for her status as a Muggle-born

He took only Severus Snape and Bellatrix Lestrange under his personal wing, sharing with them his personal-secret knowledge of the Dark Arts; and inspiring in Bellatrix a delusional-psychotic attraction bordering on loving obsession, which Voldemort never returned

[1980]Shortly afterwards, due to Pettigrew's betrayal, Death Eaters began systematically murdering Order members and the war entered its most desperate phase. Marlene McKinnon was slaughtered alongside her entire family by Travers, Nott, and Mulciber. Edgar Bones, his wife, and their children were murdered by Thorfinn Rowle and Fenrir Greyback. Gideon Prewett and Fabian Prewett both fought bravely but were ultimately killed by Antonin Dolohov, and Dorcas Meadowes was murdered by Voldemort himself. Caradoc Dearborn disappeared and was never found, though he was presumed dead. Benjy Fenwick was killed by Bellatrix Lestrange, Evan Rosier, and Julius Jerome; and so brutally mutilated that only bits of him were recovered.[12]

In response to this brutal onslaught, Barty Crouch Snr, who despised Voldemort, the Death Eaters, and the Dark Arts entirely; issued an edict giving Ministry Aurors full permission to employ the use of the Unforgivable Curses against their enemies. A massive Ministry campaign, spearheaded and led by Alastor Moody, Kingsley Shackelbolt, and Frank Longbottom; ensued, immediately turning the tide of the war against the Death Eaters.

28 pureblood family names (sacred 28)

Abbott Avery Black Bulstrode Burke Carrow Crouch Fawley Flint Gaunt Greengrass Lestrange Longbottom Macmillan Malfoy Nott Ollivander Parkinson Prewett Rosier Rowle Selwyn Shacklebolt Shafiq Slughorn Travers Weasley Yaxley

Although the Malfoys were noted as respectable members as one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight (a title they are proud of), they did not take the pure-blood supremacy to the point of inbreeding: they were willing to marry half-bloods, many of whom are shown in their family tree.

#outloud worldbuilding #there are rules au

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