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ravenclaws-stuff · 6 months ago

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Kiss It Better

Relationship: James Potter x Original Female Character

Summary: Five times Lyra Black heals James Potter

Word count: 2,981

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One

I shake my head at the four boys who call themselves the Mauraders. "Do you really have to keep getting into fights with them?" I sigh, tying off the bandage on Remus's hand. He gives me a guilty smile. "It's not our fault." Sirius groans. I give my older brother a sharp glare. "Don't even get me started with you Sirius." He pales, knowing I was genuinely upset with him. I never call him by his full name.

"You should know better than to hex your own brother, no matter how ignorant he is." I stand in front of him and smile sadly. "Should've had Potter do it. At least, mother can't touch him." I touch my wand to his forehead, healing all the scratches. Sirius chuckles as James protests. I lean forward, placing a soft kiss on his forehead, just as I did, every time mum or dad "punished" Sirius.

I stand in front of James shaking my head. "Really James, I expect Sirius to be the most injured one out of you lot. Thought you were more skilled than that." James looks away, scratching the back of his head. "I couldn't help it. Snivelous was being a right git. You should have heard about what he was saying about Evans. Thought he was supposed to be her friend."

I push the pang of jealousy away. Everyone in the castle knew my older brother's best friend was in love with Lily Evans. He would never look at me, a year young and a Slytherin.

"Then you head so I can see the damage." A simple episkey should do the job for the broken nose. And his glasses would need fixing. I sigh and get to work. Sirius joked, causing the boys to laugh. I grab James's jaw, looking down at him. My heart quickens. Stupid bloody thing.

"Stay still. There's a chance this might hurt." James stares up at me wit his big brown eyes. "Episkey." I whisper.

I flinch at the crack as his nose went back together. I step back and smile. James reaches up, touching it. "There you go. Good as new. Does it hurt?" He smiles as Sirius sits down next to him in the desk.

"Hurt a bit but I heard a kiss would make it all better." James winks as a blush covers my face. Remus chuckles as Peter shakes his head.

Sirius yelled smacking his chest. James looks at me, a grin on his face. "Prongs! That's my baby sister."

Two

"Ly!" I turn round to find Sirius racing down the hall towards Pandora and I. "Siri?" I share a look with Pandora. Why did Sirius look panicked? He stops in front of us, panting. "James needs you. Hurt." My heart stops as I stand up. My face pales. "Why doesn't he go to the Hospital Wing?" He shakes his head. "You know how James is." I turn to Pandora and apologize. She waves me off, ushering me to follow my brother.

"Plus Madam Pomfrey threatened to bench him if he got hurt again." I roll my eyes as we head back down the hall.

These boys and their bloody quidditch.

Sirius shoves me into an empty classroom, leaving me alone with the injured chaser.

"James?" I say quietly, trying not to startle him. He looks up and smiles lazily. "Hey."

I shake my head as I approach him. "What happened?" I reach out to place a hand on his arm. "Pretty sure a bludger broke my rib." My hand dropped to my side. A broken rib? Merlin.

"You really should go see Madam Pomfrey." He shakes his head. "If I do, she won't let me play the next game. And then Jefferson will have my head. You know how he is about the game." He sighs,leaning forward. He lays his head against my shoulder. Acting on instinct, I run my fingers through his hair. Just like I do for Sirius and Regulus when they're upset.

"I just don't want to let anyone down." He mumbles. My hand freezes in his dark curls. "Look at me, James." He reluctantly pulled away from me. I cup his cheek, obvious to the pink dusting his cheeks.

"You could never disappoint any of us. Especially if your health is at risk." I smirk before grabbing my wand. "And if someone says otherwise, they can deal with me." James chuckles and then turns into a groan. "Don't make me laugh, Lyra."

"Take your shirt off so I can see the damage." I help him get the shirt off. He refuses to let me cut his jersey, even if it was his practice jersey. I carefully touch around the bruised area. "Tell me if it gets too much." He hisses as I touch the center. Definitely a broken rib. I walk across the room and dig through my bag. "Got it." I whisper as I pull out a bottle of Ske-Gro.

"Do you really keep that in your bag?" I nod seriously as I pour him a drink

"Look at my brother's and his friends. I heal both of them regularly. Now drink." He grimaces before he drinks it. I can't blame him. From what I've heard, it taste worse than it smells. He drinks it quickly. I refill the glass with water, forcing him to drink it as well.

"How does it look, Healer Black?" I giggle as my heart speeds up. Now that I knew the danger was gone, I couldn't help but focus on how close James was. I could feel the heat radiating off of him.

"Well good news, you can still play quidditch." I smile and step back, needing to create distance between us. "And the bad news?" I sigh, hiding my smirk. I love watching James squirm. "You're not as pretty as everyone said." He gasps offended as I step back. "That's not true. I am very pretty." He freezes as he realizes what he just said. "Do you need anything else James?" I say packing up my bag.

"Well there is one thing." I hum as I make a mental note to refill my Ske-Gro. "You could kiss it better." He whispers behind, starting me.

"That's not funny James.

He looks at me seriously as he reaches out to play with a stray curl that escaped my bun.

"Wasn't a joke, Ly."

Three

Swinging my legs, I sit on the desk rather impatiently. It was the same classroom I healed James a year ago. It became our spot somewhere along the way. Somewhere we could get away and talk, without having the scrutiny of my brothers watching. A place where I let my feelings grow unconditionally. A place where he tells me his secrets and I tell him my fears.

A series of three knocks pull me from my thoughts. I jump off the table, wand in hand. I open the door carefully. "Jamie." I sigh in relief. He smiles but hisses in pain.

"Oh Merlin, you're hurt." He sits down on the vacant desk. "Did he?" I couldn't finish the sentence. He shakes his head.

"Just a scratch." I pull up his shirt carefully, trying to avoid hurting him anymore.

Just a scratch! That was halfway down his back. "James." I gasp, my hand hovering above his back. I feel James reach for me, trying to pull me in front of him. I couldn't tear my eyes from his back.

"Lyra, don't cry." I look up. Those beautiful brown eyes staring down at me with concern and maybe something else if I let my imagination run wild. "It's just a scratch, star. I will be alright." He presses a stray hair behind my ear. I nod, letting him calm my nerves.

"Let me clean it. I don't want it to get infected." He nods, letting go of my arm.

I quickly clean and wrap his torso with gauze before helping him put his shirt back on. I accio a pain relief potion from my bag, giving it to him. "Drink this before you go back to bed." I move to clean up after myself, but James pulls me into his arms. I melt into his hug, letting his presence calm my panicked mind. He is alright. He's not going to join Remus in wolfie time every month.

"Lyra." I pull back to look at James. His eyes roam all around the room, avoiding me. He bites his lower lip, which he only does when he is nervous.

"Lyra Black." He takes a breath, his arms tightening around my waist. "I like you. Not like I am supposed to. Not as my friend or as my best mate's little sister. But as more. I fancy the pants out of you Lyra Black." My heart thundered in my chest as tears pricked my eyes. "You do?" I ask terrified he might change his mind.

He nods, fear etched on his face. I smile brightly."I fancy you as well James Potter."

His smile brightens the dull classroom. It could light the night sky. "Really?" I nod, giggling. I pull him into a tight hug, forgetting about the giant scratch of his back. I pull back as he hisses in pain.

"I am so sorry. I totally forgot."

He laughs, waving it off. "Trust me, nothing could ruin this moment. Not even Snape walking in here naked." I cringe and shake my head. "Please never say that again." I cup his cheek, smiling softly as he relaxed into my touch. "Do you need anything?" He thinks for a second before he smiles. "Actually yes, yes I do."

I tilted my head, wondering what he needed. Probably sleep. Or food.

"A kiss." His voice interrupted my thoughts. "A kiss to make it better."

I giggle as I lean up and kiss his cheek.

"There you go, one kiss to go. Now you need to go to bed." He rolls his eyes. "Whatever you say, Healer Black."

Four

"Lyra, come quick!" Pandora yelled down the hall. The panic look on her face made me quicken my pace. "What's wrong?" She looked down the hall where a crowd had gathered. "It's James and Regulus."

I pale as my heart stops. No. It can't be.

"Mate, cmon. It's not worth it." Sirius called behind James. He looked between his brother and best friend, concerned for both of them. "James!" I called out, causing both of the boys to look at me. Regulus frowned at the small smile that formed on James's face. Regulus snaps, and launches himself at James. I scream as I hold onto Pandora. Tears run down my face. Why can't I do anything? It's as if some used immobilus on me.

Sirius finally having enough walks over and throws Regulus off of James. Remus starts ushering people away. "Fights over. Now leave before I start taking points away." Groans filled the hall as Regulus shoved Sirius away. Regulus glares at me. "You can't date him!" He huffs. I sniff as I wipe my face. "You think you can tell me what I can and cannot do. Hate to break it to you Reg, you can't." He stalks over to me, leaving us chest to chest. Behind my twin brother, I can see James being held back by his other friends. "I can't lose you to him too." He whispers sadly, all his anger deflated.

When Sirius left home this past summer, it was Regulus that took it the hardest. The night Sirius escaped and ran to the Potters, he tried to bring both of us. Regulus was terrified that father and mother would find us. I refused to leave without my twin.

I reach out and pull Regulus into a tight hug. "You won't. You could never lose me."

I pull back, forcing my brother to look me into my eyes. "Regulus Arcturus Black, you will never lose me. You are my best friend. My twin. But I will not let you force me to choose between two people I love."

Regulus's eyes widen. "You love him?" I look down at the ground and smile. "Yeah I do." He searches for something, looking between James and I. He nods. "Okay." My jaw dropped in shock. "Okay?" He nods and smiles, a rare occasion to see in public.

"I love you Ly. But if he hurts you, I will kill him. And our idiot brother for bringing him into your life." I roll my eyes, and push Regulus away. "Not if I do it first."

I turn to find James leaning against the wall, smiling like a fool. "Potter." He steps forward, reaching out to me. "Don't be like that, star. He started it." I relax into his arms. "Are you okay?" He asks, rubbing circles on my back. I chuckle, feeling lighter than I have all year.

"I really should be asking you that. You are the one who just got into a fight."

His eyes shine with happiness. "How could I be upset? I just found out my girlfriend loves me back." I giggle. "I love you so much Lyra Black." I brush the hair out of his face, causing him to hiss. "He got you good, didn't he?" I smirk. James frowns playfully. "My girlfriend is laughing at the bruise HER brother gave me. How rude."

I giggled, unable to keep quiet. James joins in, our laughter echoing down the hall.

After a few minutes, James slings his arm over my shoulder as we walk down the hall. "Pretty good day, if I don't say so myself."James exclaimed, causing others in the hall to look at us shocked. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor. A Black and Potter. Who could have seen it coming?

Sure way to announce our relationship, that's for sure.

We make it back to our classroom, and sit on the couch that James transfigured from a desk. I lean into his side, smiling up. "I should go get you some bruising paste from your eye." He shakes his head, wrapping his arms around me tighter. "You're not going anywhere. Plus I have a better way for you to make it better."

I quirked my eyebrows in question.

He leans down, his warm minty breath brushing against my cheek. His lips brush against mine, his eyes shimmer with mischief.

"Kiss it better."

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"As much as I hate to admit it, I'm glad it's him." Sirius says, leaning up against the wall as he and Regulus watched James twirl me around. "I still don't like it." Regulus pouts. Sirius chuckles as he nudges Regulus. "Oh come on Reggie. Ease up. Prongs isn't going to hurt her."

Regulus glares at him. "Do not touch me. This changes nothing between us." Sirius rolls his eyes. "You're so cute when you're brooding." Sirius teases. Regulus scoffs.

"I hate you." He storms down the hall.

"I love you too Reggie!" Sirius calls after him.

Five

"Healer Potter, you are needed in your office." I thank the Medi Witch before I head straight to my office. There was only one reason I was needed. Someone from the Order needed healing. It was agreed, when I was promoted that if anyone needed immediate medical attention, they should be taken to my office.

I froze in front of my door, my hand on the doorknob. My heart raced, terrified that it was one of my three people behind that door. I take a calming breath. Whatever was behind this door, I needed a clear and calm mind.

I open my door, searching to find someone injured. My jaw clenched as I find a smiling James sitting on top of my desk. "Nice to see you, Healer Potter." I narrow my eyes, searching for any signs he was injured. "Did you need anything Auror Potter? If you are injured, might I suggest you visit the emergency room." I huff, walking over to hand my robes on the hook. I refuse to look my husband in the eyes. "Is it wrong of me wanting to visit my wife on our anniversary?" He asks, cheekily as he jumps off the desk. I sigh defeatedly.

"No it's not. But what is wrong is sending her into a panic thinking one of her loved ones is injured or worse."

James wraps his arms around me, my back flushed against his chest. "I'm sorry love. I am safe. Sirius is safe. Regulus is safe." He reassured. "We just got back from our mission and they're back at home. I just couldn't resist seeing you a second later."

I nod, turning in his arms. He wore a soft smile as he glasses slipped down his nose. I push them up carefully. "You're lucky I love you Potter." He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. "And I know it." He holds me close, enjoying this little bubble around us.

"Be ready for dinner tonight. Everyone is coming over." James reminded me as he put his jumper back on. I reach up, trying to fix his messy hair. I am almost certain, it was impossible. "Family dinner night."

He chuckled, pushing my hair away from his hair. "My favorite night." He whispers, a hint of grief in his eyes. His parents passed last year and James took it hard. He was doing better. Each day was a new day, but now he was determined to have weekly dinners with everyone. Which meant every Thursday, Sirius, Remus, Regulus, Pandora, James, and I all had dinner at our house.

I lean in, placing a soft kiss on his chest, right above his heart. "What was that for?" He asked confused. I smiled , slipping my hands around the back of his neck. "A kiss to make it better." He smiles softly and nods.

"I better be the only patient receiving this kind of treatment, Healer Potter."

#harry potter #james potter x oc #james potter x reader #james potter #5 times #regulus twin sister

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sevinagreatergood · 4 months ago

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Some people look at this kid and go:

- He would've been a pedo if Harry looked like Lily.

- He would've been the school shooter.

- He made spells to harm muggles.

- He used sectumsempra on James (could've been any cutting spell. Since Snape's aim was off and damage little compared to Draco's, it is wrong to say it IS sectumsempra, when many other spells exist that also cut things. I'm not saying it isn't sectumsempra, but we can SPECULATE it is.)

- He was the cause of the fallout of the friendship between him and Lily.

- He was the worst teacher alive.

- He's a racist.

- He WILLINGLY chose to become a DE.

- He WILLINGLY chose to go to that shrieking shack.

- Severus and James are two sides of the same coin.

- Sirius and Severus are two sides of the same coin.

- Severusand Remus are two sides of the same coin.

- Severus was obsessed with Lily.

- Severus switched sides because he was obsessed with Lily.

- Severus stalked Lily.

- Severus and James were rivals.

- Severus traumatized Neville.

- DE is Nazi so that makes sev also one.

- Severus is wrong for projecting James on Harry (meanwhile Sirius does that too).

- Severus was not selfless at all (even tho he wanted to die at 21, but held in to fulfill a promise).

- Severus is wrong for ratting out Remus (even though the man almost gobbled up kids).

- Severus was in love with Lily.

- Severus began the feud between himself and James.

- Marauders are smarter than Severus.

- Severus was the cause of Potters their deaths.

- Severus willingly joined DE.

- Severus willingly became a "racist".

- Severus is wrong for only asking Voldemort to spare Lily.

- Severus is wrong for changing sides solely for Lily

- Severus is wrong for now really wanting James alive.

- Severus is wrong for holding onto a grudge against James, Sirius, Remus and Peter.

- Severus his pensieve is untrustworthy.

- Severus is awful because he protected/became defensive over a sexual assaulter aka Mulciber assulted Mary incident. (That moment where Lily asks Severus why he hangs out with Slytherins when Mulciber used dark arts on her friend Mary)

- Severus is awful because he protected a rapist aka the Lucius raped Regulus incident (nothing, and literally nothing is in the books to even make this up).

- Severus is awful for bossing Regulus around (yeah, some people think a poor half muggle treated a rich pureblood regulus like some lackey).

- Severus is dumber than Lily.

- That Severus is this rich, pureblood asshole.

- Severus is homophobic even though he's the boy that wore his mum's blouse, labeled Snivellus (sniveling = crying and women are often labeled as the cryers such as "you cry like a girl").

- Severus is an incel.

- Severus is fascist.

- Severus is mysoginistic.

Then call it a day. They irritate me so.

#harry potter #severus snape #anti snaters #snater bullshit #pro snape

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deathnguts · 4 months ago

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I think Severus/Regulus has potential but too many of y’all make the dynamic about how Severus is like the all around top asshole in charge or whatever just because he’s older and like Regulus is just a little brat following him around which doesn’t make any sense because do you really think Spare Heir to the House of Black Regulus has any respect for the unanimously bulled ugly and poor halfblood Severus??

They’re dynamic is at its best when it’s Regulus blatantly using Severus, like he’s not even putting up a front about it he needs a potion and Severus is simply the best at them. Severus is lonely and a bitch and Regulus knows how to deal with him without getting upset with him and also he’s beautiful and also being near him makes Sirius mad so Severus falls very hard and very fast. Like I’m thinking:

Regulus, sitting on Severus’ desk with the toes of his shoe just barely grazing Severus’ knee: oh, this will do very nicely. Thank you, Severus

Severus: I could actually fall for you.

Regulus, not even looking at him and inspecting the potion with a straight face: let’s not go that far.

Oh and Severus is canonically a friend of the family too?? Like he’s close-ish to the Malfoys and probably to Bella too since he’s close to Voldemort, Regulus wouldn’t feel too weird speaking with him with that security in the back of his mind so really I think it’s possible, just in the most toxic ‘I don’t care about you outside of your talents and the attention you give me/I only care about you because you appreciate my talents and give me the time of the day’ way

And yes I know Severus is also a little bitch who wouldn’t be caught dead being sweet to anyone for any reason but I’m not saying he is. I’m just saying he’s a pussy beggar, and he’s not even good at it. Like even when they become ‘more’ Severus is not fucking regulus ever. Regulus is 100% telling him to put that shit away if he gets overzealous enough to think he’s using it anywhere near anywhere that matters. Every sexual encounter between them consists of Severus sniveling on the floor with a wet dick and regulus looking completely unphased but fucking glorious in all his perfection

I’m just saying pathetic man x regulus will always be on top and not enough of you are willing to see Severus at his true pathetic potential

#regulus black #regulus arcturus black #severus snape #snegulus #trans regulus #implied as always

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lulublack90 · 21 days ago

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Prompt 7 - Job

@jegulus-microfic June 7, Word count 257

Previous part First part

Midnight hissed at the Manticore. He thought he’d seen the last of that beast. This was not the job he’d signed up for. Not that he’d actually signed up for this, forced, coerced, given no other choice.

He turned his attention back to Thalira and the poacher. He could smell something sour in the air. It took him a moment to realise the man had peed himself. He grimaced and moved further away from the snivelling excuse of a wizard.

The Manicore walked to Thalira's side, butting his head against her shoulder.

“My sweet, will you escort this piece of rotten meat out of my forest?” her reedy voice ordered.

“Yes, Dryad,” The Manticore answered before stalking forward. The man somehow managed to get to his feet and flee. The Manticore was hot on his trail, shouting, “Run, run, run!” at him as they clattered through the undergrowth.

Thalira turned to them and waved her willowy arm. They were fired back into their human forms. Pandora’s leg was healed and looked completely normal again.

“Well done,” she acknowledged them. “The war is not over yet, though. He will be back, and he will bring others.” She looked around them and frowned. “Where is the wolf?” Sirius growled at the mention of his boyfriend's name, and Regulus instinctively moved to his side and took his hand. boyfriend's

“What do you want with Remus?” he asked. The Dryad smiled widely at him, and Regulus felt a shiver run down his spine. Whatever her answer was, it wouldn’t be good.

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cressthebest · 10 months ago

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 47

chapter 72:

1. “The day of Marlene's memorial is the first time Dorcas decides she's going to kill herself.” oh shit, oh fuck wait

2. bro dorcas is unwell. like holy shit. i forget that the war started because of dorcas’ love for marlene. like. this is just as much of a dorlene fic too

3. dear god i wanna help dorcas so badly

4. call it instinct, but i knew dorcas’ hair would be a crucial part of her healing journey 💃🏼💃🏼

5. i love well rounded female characters but at what cost. dorcas is well rounded but at what cost? she’s suffering and it hurts to read

6. god damn. finding out that dorcas’ mom was in charge of a quarterly quell is fucking insane. considering that dorcas all but ran the resistance

7. “”You said it first, didn't you? There are no good people in war. I lived by those words, did you know that? All that you were wrong about, but that…" She gives a brittle laugh. "You were right about that."”

foaming at the mouth oh my god. i wanna chomp glass

8. DORCAS NO! (she started drinking fyi)

9. dear god dorcas, you aren’t the only one who knew the “real” marlene. people other than you loved her.

10. dorcas finally admitting that if she could choose someone other than dorcas it would be lily hurts. especially since lily has mary.

11. “Marlene was the love of her life, and that's it. Simple as that. She'll never love another.” OWWWWW

12. “She will make sure Lily never knows that Dorcas looks at her now and thinks before this life, it could have been us; maybe in some other life, it is. And that's more than enough.”

DNDNSMMSJSKEJNS AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

13. brb i’m sobbing

okay i’m back. dorcas just found out marlene was gonna propose and now i’m a sniveling mess

14. so much thanks to bizzarestars making the effort to learn about the way war vets healed and dealt with ptsd

chapter 73:

1. sirius having an emotional support dog >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

2. also imma make predictions now: this is the chapter where sirius goes home. it’s time

3. YES YES YES YES THEYRE GOING HOME FUCK YEAH

4. “A homely little home with a porch-swing under the stars. Sirius is homesick for that, too.”

this is my dream too. like it’s been my dream for so long. i can’t even fathom how sirius isn’t bawling like a baby over this. IM bawling like a baby over THEIR porch swing

5. regulus saw sirius and was willing to risk it all just to hug him omg

6. “Barty was the sort of person who needed no outside guidance into being a bit insane.” LMAOOOOOO

7. they’re running a business together and they’re gonna do it forever and now i want to gnaw on wood and glass and plastic and anything i can get my hands on

8. lmao not sirius sitting like a spoiled puppy dog as james and regulus argue over him for the wedding

9. “"Oh, please," James scoffs, rolling his eyes. "One, I'm not stealing your brother away from you, and you know it. Two, who the fuck else would be my best man, hm? Who? Go on."

"Oh, you want to go there?!" Regulus shouts. "What about me? Yeah, didn't think about that, did you? My best friend is dead. Oh, and so is Barty. Who do I have, James? Hm?"”

FUCKING CACKLING

10. awwwww sirius’ compromise is so sweet omg. i’d literally cry if i was james and regulus

11. ugh gay people are so confusing. like you’re allowed to be freinds with the same people and freinds with any gender. so like, it makes wedding planning so hard. who goes on who’s side? what if i said that when i found out about gay people, my biggest hold up wasn’t religion or anything like that, but instead wedding side logistics

12. canonical genderqueer tonks!!!!!!!!!

13. regulus went to aberforth to cause a scene, and damn if he didn’t succeed

14. damn they’re both stubborn. and both got their way jfc

15. full circle. dorcas is designing their wedding clothes. i’m losing my mind, actually

16. the bookshelf. the fucking bookshelf from the first arena. i’m losing my mind oh my god

17. CACKLING OMG. REGULUS WAS WORRIED THAT JAMES WOULD BE SCARED OF THE DAGGERS, BUT INSTEAD HE GOT SO FUCKING TURNED ON OMG

18. STILL FUCKING CACKLING OMG

19. i didn’t know i needed insecure james, but oh i did

20. i get to read the crimson rivers jegulus wedding and oh my fucking god i’m losing it. i am so unbelievably happy

21. “For him, it's easiest to show love when it's a tragedy.”

dksjdjjsjdjsmdjske holy shit

22. “You're hesitating, love."”

AHDHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

23. “You might wish to know a lot of things about their wedding, and their love, but frankly, it's no one's business but theirs.” so feral over this. that’s literally one of the biggest themes of the story omg i love this

24. hi, anyways, i am so unwell

25. the authors notes about the wedding are golden

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #crimson rivers #james and sirius #dorcas meadowes

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maraudersfan-club · 2 years ago

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Remus lupin would be the softest sweetest most awesome boyfriend of all times

He is the kind of boyfriend to wake you up in he morning with kisses and with whispering sweet little nothing's in your ears , making sure you wake up with a smile on your face

He would walk with you to the great hole , and while you are walking he would either talk to you about the last book he read , or one of the things that happened in the few classes that you two didn't share and visa versa.

Sometimes you would walk in silence just devouring each other's presence , both left in your own thoughts

When you'd reach your table , you'd sometimes sit besides each other and other times against.

Usually the boys would reach the table 5-10 minutes after you did , because they are always grasping a few more minutes in bed

He would make two of his infamous moony toast , sharing the one with you , while you made his coffee

You two do not depend on each other , but it's obvious to everyone that you are in sink , both working together towards the same goal

Then you would fill your plate with other goodies to eat. Sometimes when it's close to the full moon he would neglect to eat much so you'd take some food with you in a paper towel , knowing that he gets hungry

Other times you'd claim not to be hungry , so he would do he same for you

You would walk together to class talking to the boys about maybe a new prank to do , or about James progress with a mystery boy- Sirius is always curious about who it is but James is not telling him, or anyone for the fact - or Sirius would tell you about what he did to the last party he attended

You didn't sit together, rather Remus sat in front from you in classes. Mainly because you didn't want Sirius and James to sit together and also because he often claimed that he could not sit next to you because "your beauty distracts him making unable to take proper notes in class"

At lunch the boys would sit together and you with the girls (marlene lily and Mary) would usually sit together and talk about anything. A lot of times the two groups would merge and then chaos ensued in there

You would continue your classes and at the afternoon you'd hang out with him or Lily in he library since your studying styles where similar . You'd rest a little in the common room , with all your boys , but more often than not you'd end up wondering around

Usually you'd go for 30 minute walks around the castle or the school grounds

Most nights in which you went at the astrology tower you met Regulus and you'd sir there and talk.

There's times in which you went to the forbidden forest you'd usually meet Xenophilous Lovegood , and you'd talk about whatever obscure creature was circling him mind at the time.

Some times you'd meet some friendly Slytherin in the halls and you'd take some walks around the halls together in silence or not

Other you'd meet Slytherins that did not like you , but fortunately , no one really tried to hurt you (except for snivellous and his friend group) make it be because Remus lupin was scary and noone wanted to mess with his girlfriend, because you are friendly to everyone not depending on the house , or maybe even because you were one true marauder , quick at spells and hexes

Once you'd get back from your walk you'd talk a tad bit with the girls and then you'd ho with Remus at his dorm. You'd sleep together more often than not. You'd usually fall asleep listening to him read a book. Actually it wasn't the story that got you to get to sleep , but his voice. Soft and earthy. His voice felt like home to you. When you heard him whispering at you , you always felt a little bit safer

Thia took a weird turn ig?? Idk what I am doing I am just writing what feels good to me

#marauders era #remus lupin #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #marauders #a day at Hogwarts

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missmoonfrost · 1 year ago

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Catching a cold - a wolfstar microfic

~1200 words of pure comfort

The night that Sirius and Remus finally admit their feelings and become a pair just happens to be the week marking the beginning of Quidditch season. Remus fusses over Sirius flying around in pouring rain, which Sirius of course finds cute but totally unnecessary. However, caused by the weather or not, he actually does catch a cold the day after the semester's first Quidditch match.

Sick Sirius is a whiny Sirius. When he’s got a cold, everyone knows it. Each of his coughing fits ends with a few extra coughs and a whimper.

Growing up, Sirius' parents only considered his well-being at the bottom of a long list of far more important matters, such as his reputation, acts, and appearance – and how they reflected on the family name. But if these matters were sorted, being sick was one of the few occasions when his mother showed a sliver of care.

It could sound something like: “Oh send up some tea for that sniveling boy, I can’t stand hearing it. And make sure there’s scones and honey with it.”

Or that time he showed up to their private flying lesson with a fever: “What are you doing? You should be in bed. Regulus, go fetch him a warm blanket immediately. Now rest, we don’t want the whole house to get sick, do we?”

In essence, it had been one of the few problems he had been able to voice unpunished.

So, this time just as every time before, he sits in an armchair in the common room and lets everybody know just how sour his throat is and that he has got exactly the kind of headache that means a fever is developing.

But instead of mimicking the others' eye-rolling and mildly annoyed snickering, Remus for the first time embraces just how adorable he finds this helpless Sirius. He kisses his forehead, strokes his hair, puffs his pillow, swaddles him in a blanket, fetches him a cup of tea, and quietly sits reading with an arm around him. And Sirius falls in love all over again. Passion and fun are one thing, they have plenty of it. But he has never ever felt this cared for.

Only when Remus tries to spoon-feed him at dinner in the great hall he smiles: “You’re embarrassing me, Moony.”

Smiling right back Remus teases: “That’s what happens when you whine like a baby.”

Sirius blushes. And he is so cute that Remus has to kiss him, despite all people around them. It’s just a quick soft kiss on the lips, but it makes Sirius blush even more. Remus showing the world that they belong when Sirius is his usual sunny center of attention is one thing. But today? When he’s a red-eyed sniveling mess? It’s astounding.

That night Remus carries his pillow and blanket to Sirius' bed and lays down beside him. He lifts the blankets carefully to not let in cool air and let his warm body up against Sirius back. He kisses his neck and runs his fingers softly through his hair. When Sirius turns around, he kisses him.

“Don’t kiss me”, Sirius mumbles, “you’ll get sick, too.”

But Remus ignores him and they kiss until Sirius turns around again and falls asleep snug and secure in Remus' arms.

The following days the others note a significant reduction in whining. Because thanks to Remus, Sirius has cold water, warm tea, and tissues at hand before he can say it. He has nearly constant company and a loving hand clutching his whenever he reaches for it.

When Sirius starts to get better, Remus doesn’t demand any return of the affectionate favor. He just quietly withdraws, leaving Sirius feeling just a little alone before he returns to his usual activities. He wouldn’t have attended a quidditch training just yet, but this afternoon it’s only a tactics-discussion.

When he comes back Remus is already asleep and he decides to not disturb him. No wonder he is tired after meticulously taking care of him for almost a week. He deserves some alone time.

The next day Remus is pulling his robe tightly around himself and shuddering a little as he moves quietly between classes.

“How are you, love?” Sirius rubs his back with a concerned look.

“It’s nothing. Just tired.” Remus tries to smile reassuringly and still his sniffles. Because of course, he’s got a cold now. Just like Sirius said he was.

Sick Remus is a quiet Remus. If he could, he would disappear altogether or become invisible until it was over.

Remus clearly remembers being a child, crying in pain after a full moon. His parents sitting on the outermost edge of the bed, patting and stroking him with awkwardly outstretched arms and weary eyes. That troubled look in his mother’s eyes every time he mentioned feeling tired or nauseous or having a nightmare. His parent’s voices from the kitchen, low and worried, when they thought he’d fallen asleep. Not quite sure how the whole lycanthropy-thing worked, always wondering if it could mean something would happen with him, something that made him dangerous.

In essence, being ill has always been a bad thing. A thing that drives even the ones who love you away.

So, when Sirius climbs the portrait hole and enters the common room after that night’s detention and sees Remus sitting in the furthest corner, muffling his coughs as best he can and discreetly holding a tissue to his running nose, he finds it absolutely heartbreaking.

He fetches Remus' favorite sweater, a cup of tea, and a bar of chocolate. He moves a chair to sit right next to Remus but ends up sharing his armchair instead. And Remus just can’t believe how lucky he is to have someone willing to be close to him always, not just on his bright days. He ends up closing his eyes and resting his head against Sirius' chest. When he falls asleep Sirius carefully puts a piece of parchment to mark the side Remus thumb is and puts the book away. He takes Remus in his arms and tries to carry him, but has to put him down by the stairs. Remus smiles and let himself drowsily be led up to his bed and swiftly drifts back to sleep.

That night he clings feverishly to Sirius and burrows his face against his chest. Every time Sirius is woken up by Remus gripping at his clothes or holding him crushingly tight in his sleep, he smiles and gently strokes the hair out of his clammy face and rubs his back for a little bit.

The next morning Sirius carefully wraps Remus in the blanket and asks what to bring him for breakfast. After “You don’t have to bring anything”, “Whatever”, and “Doesn’t matter” are met with silent refusal, Remus sighs “Toast with jam, then”. Sirius brings him one piece of toast with every kind of jam he can find and a big cup of tea.

And over the course of the next days, Remus slowly starts to voice his needs and wishes. First, because he knows that if he doesn’t, Sirius will just keep asking until he gets an answer, and Sirius who normally can be unreasonably stubborn has taken this principle on with unimaginable determination. And later, because he knows that all Sirius wants is to do whatever he can to make him feel better, even if it’s something childishly needy like holding his hand while he naps.

And when they are both themselves again, they look at each other in a different light. They both know that what they have is worth the world and they are never ever going to give it up.

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #my babies #love them #comfort fic #sometimes that's just what you need right?#writing what I need

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charmstwit · 1 year ago

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wELL now I need a drabble about Regulus and Sirius when they went to Wizengamot together. Just a tiny tiny one? For scientific research. About, uh, legal systems of the world?

🤭😏

Regulus grabs the base of the plug, pulling it out slowly and watching Sirius’s rim stretch around it. “I think that’s good. Do you need more lube?”

Sirius’s reply is muffled in the bed. “No, sir.”

“Good,” Regulus says. He folds the bottom of Sirius’s robes down over his legs, giving him neither pants nor trousers beneath them. The robes are long enough that no one will see. “Stand up and turn around.”

Sirius pushes up on shaky arms, and slowly works to standing. Regulus allows him a moment to adjust before he turns around to face him. Regulus is still on his knees, level with Sirius’s crotch. “Lift your robes,” he says.

Sirius gathers the fabric in his hands, trying his best not to bend at all lest the plug push against his prostate. Slowly, inch by inch, his legs are revealed until he uncovers his cock, caged in soft gold filigree. He cannot get hard in it, despite his cock’s futile attempts to bust through the cage, but it is reinforced by magic and looks fit for Royalty.

Regulus leans forward and places a soft kiss to the outside of the cage. “You look lovely like this. It looks like it fits so well.” He grabs the front of his robes out of Sirius’s hands, and drapes it to the floor. A flick of his wand removes the wrinkles, and he stands. “Let’s go, mon chien.”

A desperate little noise escapes his mouth. Regulus looks back at him, but he says nothing. Regulus leads the way to the floo. With a burst of green flames, they walk through to the Ministry.

As soon as he lands in the Atrium, Regulus takes off at his preferred pace–fast enough that the people around him will acknowledge him, but not slow enough for them to stop and request favors. Sirius makes a disgruntled noise behind him, like the pace is too fast, and Regulus slows a notch. Sirius sighs and maintains a close pace until they reach the lifts. There’s a small crowd waiting there, but they let Regulus and Sirius pass without incident, and no one gets in the lift with them.

The doors close behind them and Regulus turns to Sirius. “You may speak freely. Color?”

“Green, Sirius says immediately, and he leans against Regulus’s side, “but please don’t walk so fast. I can’t do that.”

“Noted,” Regulus says. “Anything else?”

Sirius buries his face against Regulus’s neck, inhaling deeply. “Can we be quick? I don’t know how long I can do this. It’s–it’s a lot to walk with it in.”

Regulus moves his hand down Sirius’s back, pressing against the base of the plug in his arse. Sirius rocks back against it slightly, a low keening noise escaping his mouth. “We’ll see,” Regulus says. “You know how I like you needy and desperate for me.”

Before Sirius can answer, the lift jolts to a stop and Regulus removes his hand. “Now, not another word again, understand?”

They are not quick, though Regulus didn’t really expect them to be. He really just has to drop off some paperwork for the new relaxed werewolf legislation that he drafted, but it’s never really as simple as just dropping something off when he comes.

They finally make it to the clerk’s desk with the approved stack of papers near him, and Regulus can feel the way Sirius is nearing the edge of his rope. Regulus should probably give him a break. Probably, but that would be cheating.

“Lord Black,” the clerk’s sniveling assistant says. He’s a Carrow, though Regulus can’t quite recall his name. Martin? Mario? Martian? Founders know. “Dropping off another reform bill? My, what a busy little bee you are.”

Regulus narrows his eyes. “Yes, well, someone certainly needs to make some change around here.”

Martian looks toward Sirius. “And Sir Black as well. How kind of you to grace us with your presence.”

Regulus’s annoyance kicks up a notch. Martian clearly doesn’t know his place, or otherwise thinks that he can behave this way toward the House of Black. He’ll learn soon enough.

“It’s Lupin now,” Sirius says, defying Regulus’s order to stay quiet. Honestly, he’s impressed that Sirius lasted this long without saying something. It probably goes to say something about how much he's been feeling the plug all day.

Regulus glances back toward Sirius. He doesn't visibly change, but Regulus knows his brother better than anyone, and Sirius knows he erred. Regulus flicks his wand, and Sirius’s eyes go wide. Otherwise, there’s no sign of the plug that is now vibrating inside of him.

He turns back to Martian. “Yes, my brother took his alphas's name. I'm certain you heard of his mates?”

“Well, yes, but I had assumed that he would keep his name, given the unusual circumstances.” Martian grimaces as he says it.

Regulus pulls himself to his full height. “I assure you that there were no unusual circumstances.”

“Really?” Martian says, and regulus wonders how he could be so stupid as to continue pushing this particular line of questioning. Regulus flicks his wand again, and a wispy figure darts out and takes off down the hall. “I assumed there must be some sort of—”

“Lord Black, my deepest apologies for not arriving sooner. I didn’t know you were here.”

Regulus turns to greet the clerk, an older wizard named Gordon Abbott, who has just walked in the room. “Lord Abbott. It is good to see you. I’m hoping you can help us get out of here quickly.”

The wizard practically bends in half to bow for Regulus. “Certainly, Lord Black. Was there a problem with Sir Carrow?”

“Yes,” Regulus says. He does not explain further.

“It will be handled sir,” Abbott says. He doesn’t spare Martian a glance. “If you would hand me those, I’m sure they’re in order, and you can be on your way.”

Regulus passes him the parchments without a word. He reviews them quickly, checking for mistakes. There is one, of course, as Regulus had intentionally left his name off. He’d intended to use it against Sirius, however…

“Ah, my sincerest apologies, Lord Black, but I will need our signature on the last page here.” He passes the document back, turned to the right page. “Just here, sir.”

“Certainly,” Regulus says, and he turns toward Martian. “Turn your back and bend over.”

Sirius makes a choked noise at the request, and Regulus discretely flicks his wand to turn up the vibrations. Martian looks at him blankly. “I’m sorry, sir?”

“I said,” Regulus takes a step closer to him. He’s shorter than Martian by a few inches, but Regulus still makes the man cower beneath him. “Turn around and bend over so that I can use you as a table.”

“I don’t under–”

“Marvin, turn your back and bend over, you incredible cretin,” Abbott says. “My lord, I am very sorry that you’ve been subjected to this treatment.”

Martian turns slowly, and Regulus decides to help him with a careful flick of his wand. First to make him turn, and second to make him bend in half. “There,” Regulus says, stowing his wand. “Perhaps you’ll recall how to do it next time, should such an occasion arise.” Regulus places the paper on his back and holds his hand aloft. Abbott puts a quill in his hand, and Regulus quickly signs. “There, I trust that is sufficient?”

“Yes, sir,” Abbot says, taking both the quill and the parchment and bowing deeply again. “Thank you for your patience with us, sir.”

Regulus turns back to Martian one last time, who is still bent in half. “It would have been a neater signature, but it turns out you make a terrible table as well as a terrible assistant, Martian. Perhaps you should find work elsewhere. Like on a scarab beetle farm.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Let’s go, Sirius.” Regulus says, and he stalks out of the room at his regular pace.

Sirius catches him again at the lift, shifting his feet from side to side as they wait for it to arrive. Normally, Regulus would probably let it pass, but Martian has annoyed him. Regulus increases the vibrations again. Sirius barely manages to restrain the whimper.

When the elevator opens, they’re alone again. Regulus doesn’t ask him for a color this time. He knows that Sirius is at the end of his rope, and that’s why he presses the button for one floor up rather than the Atrium.

“Sir?” Sirius asks, one hand holding the rail above him and the other over his cock.

“Quiet,” Regulus orders, and he secures Sirius’s hand to his side with a silent spell. “We’re going to see Kingsley.”

Regulus walks slower when they leave the lift, aware of the way Sirius’s legs are trembling. Really, he’s doing very good, all things considered. Regulus intends to reward him when they get to Kingsley’s office. Perhaps he’ll let Sirius suck Kingsley off. Perhaps he’ll even let Sirius ride Kingsley until he’s knotted.

“Look who it is,” Eddie says, leaning in his office door. “Hullo, Diary.”

“Edgar,” Regulus says. “Kingsley in?”

“Yep,” Eddie says. “And the other Black too! You look–” Eddie pauses for a moment, taking him in “–sweaty.”

Sirius doesn’t answer, but follows Regulus to Kingsley’s office. Eddie follows as well, whether out of concern or curiosity, Regulus doesn’t know. Regulus shuts the door behind the three of them.

Kingsley watches, amused, from his chair behind his desk. “Hello, Little Prince. Did your errand go well?”

“It did not,” Regulus says, and he sees Kingsley stiffen. Regulus waves him off. “It’s handled. Just an annoying assistant who thought he could merrily gossip about the status of my brother’s bonding.”

“My condolences to his family,” Eddie says. “What’s up with the other Black?”

Regulus turns his attention to Sirius, whose head is bowed, but he is literally trembling. “Oh, that’s probably the vibrations.”

“My you have been torturing him,” Kingsley says.

“What vibrations?” Eddie asks.

“In his plug,” Regulus says. “Sirius, you may move and speak freely in here.”

Sirius immediately moves to Regulus, draping his arms around Regulus’s neck and pressing against him. Regulus pushes his leg between Sirius’s, and Sirius grinds down against his thigh. “Maître,” Sirius says. “Please, I need– Fuck me, please.”

“I told you I liked you needy and desperate for me,” Regulus says, his voice a soft coo in Sirius’s ear.

“You–fuck–you just made that guy bend over.” Sirius sucks on his scent gland, and Regulus’s knees nearly go out from under him. “It was–Merlin–that was so hot.” Sirius licks up Regulus’s neck to the hinge of his jaw and bites. “Let me suck you off.”

“Is that what you want?” Regulus asks. “I’m not turning the vibrator off.”

“Whatever you want, Maître,” Sirius says. “I’ll do whatever you want. Please, put your cock inside of me.”

“I think this is my cue to leave,” Eddie says, opening the door. “As delightful as this looks. I assume you’re taking your lunch break for this, Shack?”

“Looks like I am,” Kingsley says, sitting back in his chair.

“I’ll grab you a sandwich when I go down, then,” Eddie says. “Have fun, boys.”

Regulus grabs Sirius by the hair as the door closes. “Lift your skirts and bend over Kingsley’s desk, mon chien.”

Sirius scrambles to obey, and Regulus flicks up the vibrations a bit more, just because he can.

#stay with me #stay with me universe #come with me #swm 1k ask game #ask box

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futo-m0m0 · 2 years ago

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Chapter 16 Snippet (or something)

It was hard for Sirius to recall when they had trusted each other. Maybe it was even more difficult for Regulus- sometimes Sirius wondered if his little brother could even remember such times, given how he acted. Those late nights when they used to sneak around Grimmauld and steal sugar cubes from the parlour or practice spells in the attic room with stolen tomes until the sun peaked through the windows.

He couldn’t identify exactly when they began to drift from each other despite living under the same roof, confined to the same prison that they called home. Perhaps it was some unclear point between ages six to eight, when Evan became a permanent fixture at Regulus’ side, and Sirius would pretend it didn’t bother him by being a terror to the two with dear Bella instead.

Sirius refused to whine and act jealous- because if he did, that meant admitting that his ratty cousin had replaced him, and there was no way in hell that Sirius Black would acknowledge Evan Rosier was even near his own level of competency. Even as a nine-year-old Sirius had taken delight in that superiority.

Evan was the gnat buzzing around Regulus’ head, and Sirius would grouse and complain about how annoying the bugger was, but in the end, he always knew where he stood. That he would be the one Reg would lean on. Sirius was the reliable one.

Then Sirius was shipped off to Hogwarts, unable to hold in his excitement even as his little brother huddled behind the skirts of their mother with a forlorn look on his face. Despite the fact that Sirius had been grinning as he stepped onto the train, he had been worried. Regulus needed someone bigger and stronger, someone to hide behind that wasn’t their mother, because she was the exact thing that they hid from. Evan was hardly that.

The boy always ran away when a threat as small as Bella and Sirius chased after him. He would snivel and cry when Auntie Druella scolded him; yet he had the gall to deny it when Sirius teased. Besides, even if Evan had grown up in one summer, it wasn’t as if their mother would allow such a stain to be invited into Grimmauld Place whenever Regulus cried wolf.

Yet Sirius had been hopeful. Sitting here now, he could recognize it as naivety.

~ surprisingly i am actually working 2 chapters ahead its insane

(hopefully CH15 will be posted before halloween!)

#ouroboros fic #sirius black #regulus black #marauders fic

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otunnicliffe · 1 year ago

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Chloe + Harry Potter And The Philosophers Stone

Chapter One: The Twins Who Lived

'Alright then Dumbledore, do you want to read the first chapter?'

Albus Dumbledore simply nods at McGonagall, and opens the book. 'This Chapter', he booms, 'Is called 'The Twins Who Lived'.

'Ooh! That'll be Chloe and Harry!' Alice exclaims to Gwendolyn excitedly.

Mr and Mrs Dursley of-

'Wait, I thought this was about Chloe and Harry?' Regulus says, abruptly stopping Dumbledore's storytelling. 'Who are the Dursleys?'

'Dursley... that name does ring a bell, but I can't put my finger on why.' Gwendolyn ponders.

'Isn't your sister, Petunia, dating a Dursley?' Kimberly asks.

'AHA! That's it!' Gwendolyn exclaims. 'Is it?'

'Yes, Miss Evans, the Dursleys are your sister and her husband,' McGonagall says.

'Why are we starting the story off with a bunch of muggles?' Narcissa scorns. 'Why aren't we talking about Chloe and Harry, or even Gwendolyn and James?' With this, everyone erupts into conversations filled with confusion about the beginning of this tale.

'Everyone!' Dumbledore booms, and the room instantly falls silent. 'Everything will be exclaimed. Now, if you all don't mind, let's use our ears and listen to the tale.'

Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

'Don't exactly know why you'd be so proud of being normal,' Xenophilius mutters to Barty Jr. 'I personally find normal to be very boring indeed'.

'I agree mate,' Barty Jr whispered back.

They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.

Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills.

'I won't lie,' Sirius exclaims, as he shuffled down in his beanbag, hands going behind his head, 'That sounds like the deadest job ever.'

'I agree,' Calls Peter, mouth full of sweet treats.

'Ew, Pete!' Arabella groans. 'Swallow before you wallow!'

'Sorry,' Peter muffles, clearly not being very sorry at all.

He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache.

'He sounds like a right looker,' Andromeda exclaims, sarcastically, and the room erupted into laughter.

Mrs Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which became useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours.

'That is deffo your sister, Gwen!' Arabella announces, Kimberly next to her chuckling in agreement.

'This book isn't very nice about my poor sister,' Gwendolyn says, whole trying not to laugh at the trueness of the definition of Petunia.

The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

'This is a lovely description and all,' says Bellatrix, who was already laid back on her seat, already very bored. 'But what does this have to do with us?'

'Patience, Miss Lestrange, Patience.'

The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters.

'What's wrong with the Potters?' James cried, defensively as he suddenly sat up in his chair.

'Do you want a list?' Severus cut in.

'Snivellous, watch it!

'James leave it!' Gwendolyn exclaimed, and James gave Severus the finger and turned away from him.

Mrs Potter was Mrs Dursleys sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister,

'Me and my sister don't get along?' Gwendolyn exclaimed sadly. This garnered sympathetic looks from most of the people int hat room, apart from a few Slytherins, who really couldn't care less.

,because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband

'Way harsh!' James objected. 'I am NOT good-for-nothing!'

were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be.

'Well I don't want to be like them anyway,' James exclaimed proudly, 'Do we Gwen?'

'Nope,' Gwen responded, letting out a small smile. James took this as a win.

The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbours would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had children too, twins, one girl and one boy, but they had never seen either of them. Those children were another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.

When Mr and Mrs Dursley woke up on a dull, grey Tuesday out story starts

'Merlin, has it only just started!' Bellatrix groans.

,there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country.

'What things?' Asked Peter, looking up from all the food he'd been eating.

'If you let the man talk, he'll tell us, stop interrupting!' Amos exclaims, also already fed up of this book.

'That was rude,' Peter mutters, but nonetheless shutting up to let Dumbledore continue.

Mr Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work and Mrs Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.

'Lovely child,' drawls Lucius, with disgust.

None of them noticed a large tawny owl flutter past the window.

At half past eight, Mr Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs Dursley on the cheek and tried to kiss Dudley goodbye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the wall.

'What a delightful child', Kimberly quipped, not even trying to hide her obvious sarcasm.

'Little tyke' chortled Mr Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.

'He's got a car!' Exclaimed Arthur excitedly, looking up.

'Most people in the Muggle world do,' Gwendolyn explained.

'Well I am very jealous of Muggles!'

It was on this corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar- a cat reading a map.

Everyone suddenly turned to look at McGonagall.

'You're in this story too!' Amos exclaimed.

'Well of course, Mr Diggory,' She said, trying her hardest to hold back her smile.

For a second, Mr Dursley didn't realize what he had seen- then he jerked his head around to look again. There was the tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking?

'Oh Minnie, confusing Muggles yet again,' Sirius remarks, grinning broadly.

It must have been a trick of the light. Mr Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back.

'McGonagall, no offense, but you really need to work on your being a cat skills,' Regulus jokes.

As Mr Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive- no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs.

'Lies, we all know one who can.' Molly exclaims, pointing at McGonagall giddily.

Mr Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove towards town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day.

But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about.

'Wizards wearing wizarding clothes in the Muggle world?' Alice quizzed.

'That's strange. That's like one of the things we know not to do!' Narcissa remarks, also looking puzzled.

People in cloaks. Mr Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes- the get-ups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. Mr Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald green cloak!

'Something big has happened,' Murmured Barty, 'Something huge in our world'.

The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt- these people were obviously collecting for something...

'Stupid muggles!' Chortled Bellatrix.

...yes that would be it. The traffic moved on, and a few minutes later, Mr Dursley arrived in the Grunnings car park, his mind back on drills.

Mr Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead.

'I'm presuming that it isn't normal for owls to do that in the Muggle world?' Andromeda asks Gwendolyn.

'No. it's not at all,' Gwendolyn responds, brows furrowed in confusion.

'Question.' Remus says. 'Why are we reading about this? What about Gwen or Prongs? Or Chloe and Harry?'

'Patience, Mr Lupin, and all will be revealed.'

Most of them had never seen an owl even at night-time. Mr Dursley, however, had a perfectly fine owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls

'What's a telephone?' Arthur asks.

Gwendolyn got him a pen and a sheet of paper, and handed it to him with the instruction of 'write what you don't know and I'll explain later'.

and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunch-time, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakers opposite.

'Lard-arse,' Arabella exclaimed.

He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This lot were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin.

'Stupid Muggle, they aren't collecting anything!' Bellatrix says.

It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.

'Is this when we find out what happened?' Regulus said, trying to contain his excitement.

Everyone now, even Bellatrix, was listening intently.

'The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard- yes, their children, Chloe and Harry-'

'What happened to them?' Asked Gwendolyn, looking nervous.

'Why is everyone talking about us?' James asked, also looking nervous.

'Patience Miss Evans and Mr Potter, all will be explained.'

Mr Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.

He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone and had almost finished dialing home when he changed his mind. He put the receiver down and stroked his mustache, thinking... no, he was being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure that there were lots of people called potter that had children named Chloe and Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his niece and nephew were called Chloe and Harry. He'd never even seen either of them, the girl or the boy. It might have been Charlotte and Harvey. Or Clara and Harold.

'Harold!' James exclaimed, his nose wrinkling in disgust. 'What a horrible name, why would I name my child that!'

There was no point in worrying Mrs Dursley, she always got so upset at the mention of her sister. He didn't blame her- if he'd had a sister like that..

'A sister like what!' Arabella exclaimed defensively. 'Gwendolyn is so much better than Petunia, that bitch!'

'I agree!' James says. 'I'd be more worried about his wife more than anything else.

...but all the same, those people in cloaks...

He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon, and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside of the door.

'Sorry,' he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was two seconds before Mr Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passers-by stare: 'Don't be sorry my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last!

'WHAT!' Came the collective shout from everyone in that room, excluding the teachers.

'He's gone?' James exclaimed loudly, 'But how?'

'That will be revealed soon, Mr Potter.'

Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy happy day!'

And the old man hugged Mr Dursley around the middle and walked off.

Mr Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off home, hoping his was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.

'Shock me,' Remus said quietly. Kimberly chuckled.

As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw- and it didn't improve his mood- was the tabby cat he'd spotted this morning.

Everyone turned to stare at McGonagall once again.

It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure that it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.

'Shoo!' said Mr Dursley loudly.

The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behaviour, Mr Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife.

Mrs Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learnt a new word (shan't!). Mr Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living-room in time to catch the last report on the evening news:

'And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern.' The news reader allowed himself a grin. 'Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?'

'Well, Ted,' said the weatherman, 'I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire and Dundee have been phoning to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars!'

'Shooting stars!' Exclaimed Gwendolyn. 'No wonder they're all wondering what's going on!'

Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early- it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight.'

Arthur added 'Bonfire Night' to his list.

Mr Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters...

Mrs Dursley came into the living-room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. 'Er- Petunia, dear- you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?'

As he expected, Mrs Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.

'I always knew she didn't like me, but I didn't think she would take it this far!' Gwendolyn exclaimed, sadly. She once again received sympathetic looks from most of the inhabitants of the room. James put his arm around her comfortingly, and she softly smiled.

'No,' she said sharply. 'Why?'

'Funny stuff on the news,' Mr Dursley mumbled.' Owls... shooting stars... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today...'

'So?' snapped Mrs Dursley.

'Well I just thought... maybe... it was something to do with... you know.. her lot.'

'Is that us he's referring to?' Andromeda asks. 'Witches and Wizards?' Dumbledore nodded.

Mrs Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name 'Potter'. He decided he didn't dare. Instead, he said, as casually as he could. 'This twins- they'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't they?'

'I suppose so,' Said Mrs Dursley stiffly.

"What's their names again? Clara and Howard, isn't it?'

'Chloe and Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me.'

'Says the one who named their child 'Dudley''. Kimberly scoffed.

'Chloe and Harry are nice names, especially in comparison to Dudley!' Regulus agreed.

'Oh, yes,' said Mr Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. 'Yes, I quite agree.'

'He can't talk about names!' Gwendolyn says defensively. 'His name is Vernon.'

This sent James into a pit of laughter.

'Who names their child Vernon?' Alice says, giggling.

He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. it was staring down Privet Drive as though it was waiting for something.

'But what!' Remus asks, getting rather annoyed. 'What does this have to do with Gwen and Prongs?'

'Patience, Mr Lupin.'

'I don't have that at the moment.'

Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did.. if it got out that they were related to a pair of-

'Pair of what?' James asks, defensively. 'What's wrong with me and Gwen?'

well, he didn't think he could bear it.

'Well, I can't bear the fact that I'm gonna be related to you!' James says. 'Such a horrible, boring man!'

The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he feel asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind...

'What's his issue with us?' Amos asks.

'He perceives us as not normal,' Xenophilius explains. 'And he only likes normal things.'

He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on. He yawned and turned over. It couldn't affect them...

How very wrong he was.

'What do you mean by that?' James asked quizzically.

'Do we turn up at their doorstep?' Gwendolyn asks.

'Patience, Miss Evans, Mr Potter.'

Mr Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the the wall outside was showing no signs of sleepiness.

All eyes again returned to McGonagall.

It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unthinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed in the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.

'Where you not bored?' Regulus asks.

A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground.

All eyes went to Dumbledore.

'Is it you, sir?' Molly asks.

Dumbledore shrugs, but the grin on his face gave it away that it was, in fact, him.

The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.

Nothing like this man had ever been seen in Privet Drive. He was tall, thin and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard. which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes, were light, bright and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.

'But why are you at Privet Drive?' Remus asks. 'What happened?'

'Once again, patience Mr Lupin.'

Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realise that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realise he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered 'I should have known'.

He had found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up into the air and clicked it. The nearest street light went out with a pop.

'Oh that's so cool!' Frank exclaimed.

He clicked it again- the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left in the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement.

'I bet your sister would have still tried though, right Gwen?' Arabella teased. Gwendolyn chuckled lightly.

Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street towards number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it. 'Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall.'

He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead, he was smiling at a rather severe-looking women who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had around its eyes.

'That's our Minnie alright!' Sirius joked, smiling at the teacher.

She too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.

'How did you know it was me?' she asked.

'My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly.'

'You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day' said Professor McGonagall.

'All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passes a dozen feasts and parties on the way here.'

Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily. 'Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right,' she said impatiently. 'You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no- even the Muggles have noticed something's going on/ It was on their news.' She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. 'I heard it. Flocks of owls... shooting stars.. Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent- I bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense.'

Everyone in the room recognised the name. Diggle was a Hufflepuff a few years above them, and they all happened to agree with McGonagall on her evaluation of him.

'You can't blame them,' said Dumbledore gently. 'We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years'.

'I know that,' said Professor McGonagall irritably. 'But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumours.'

Everyone's head poked up at this.

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't so she went on: 'A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?'

'It certainly seems so,'

Everyone gasped.

'But how!' Barty Jr asked.

said Dumbledore. 'We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a sherbet lemon?'

Arthur wrote 'Sherbet Lemon' on his list.

'A what?'

'A sherbet lemon. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.'

Arthur crossed it off his list.

'No, thank you,' said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for sherbet lemons. 'As I say. even if You-Know-Who has gone-'

'My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this "You-Know-Who" nonsense- for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort'

Everyone in the room let out an involuntary shudder, except Dumbledore.

Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two sherbet lemons, seemed not to notice. 'It all gets so confusing if we keep saying "You-Know-Who". I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name.'

Another shudder from everyone.

'I know you haven't,' said Professor McGonagall, sounding half-exasperated, half-admiring. 'But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort- was frightened of.'

'You flatter me,' said Dumbledore calmly. 'Voldemort had powers I will never have.'

'Only because you're too- well- noble to use them.'

'It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey like my new earmuffs.'

Alice and Molly giggled to each other at that.

Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, 'The owls are nothing to the rumours that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?'

'Are we finding out now?' Remus asks.

'Yes, Mr Lupin.' Everyone was now sat up, attention fully on the story, the suspense in the air thick as they awaited to hear what had happened.

It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever 'everyone' was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another sherbet lemon and did not answer.

'What they're saying,' she pressed on. 'is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters.

Everyone turned and looked at Gwen and James, whose faces had turned pale.

'I think I know what's to come next, James,' Gwen says softly, tears filling her blue eyes.

James clearly knew what she meant, and grabbed her hand tightly. 'Don't say that.'

The rumour is that Gwendolyn and James Potter are- are- that they're- dead.'

A gasp erupted from the room.

'Knew it,' Gwendolyn said quietly, tears now spilling from her eyes.

'We die?' James asks, voice croaky, as he starts to softly cry too.

'I'm afraid so,' Dumbledore says solemnly.

Arabella lets out a small sob, followed by Kimberly, Molly and Alice doing the same. The others just started at the pair in shock, tears in some of their eyes. Sirius mouth gapes open, silent tears streaming from his face.

'We'll give you all a few minutes to get used to that,' McGonagall says softly, feeling hot tears pricking her own eyeballs.

A few minutes pass, and a still sniffling Gwendolyn and James say that they are ready to continue.

Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped. 'Gwen and James... I can't believe it... oh, Albus...'

'Aww, Minnie you care!' James says, giving her a water smile.

'I have a question,' Molly says. 'What happens to Chloe and Harry?'

'Yeah, the book is about them, so they haven't died,' Kimberly says. 'So were they not in the house at the time or something?'

'That part is coming up now.' Dumbledore announces.

Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. 'I know... I know...' he said heavily.

Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. 'That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's twins, Chloe and Harry. But he couldn't kill those little children.

'WHAT!' The room broke out into.

'Prongs, your children are the reason why he's gone!' Remus said, putting the pieces together.

'Really?' James says, as he and Gwendolyn look to Dumbledore for some kind of explanation.

'Mr Lupin was correct, your children did stop Voldemort.'

'But how?' Bellatrix spoke up, looking completely dumbfounded. 'You're telling me that he killed all those people and was as powerful as he was, but couldn't kill two kids?'

'That is correct, Miss Black, but the rest of the explanation, I'm afraid, you'll have to wait to find out what happened.'

'Are we ready to continue?' McGonagall cuts in.

With everyone nodding in agreement Dumbledore continues.

No one knows why or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Chloe and Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke- and that's why he's gone.'

'James, you have some powerful offspring, mate!' Amos announces, everyone nodding in agreement.

Dumbledore nodded glumly.

'It's- it's true?' faltered Professor McGonagall. 'After all he's done... all the people he's killed.. he could kill two little children? It's just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the name of heaven did Chloe and Harry survive?'

'We can only guess,' said Dumbledore. 'We may never know.'

Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said 'Hagrid's late.

'Hagrid's in this story?' Gwendolyn asked happily. Hagrid had just become the Groundkeeper for Hogwarts very recently, and Gwendolyn found him very lovely and kind.

'Great, just what this story needs,' Lucius remarks to Narcissa and Bellatrix. 'That big oaf.'

I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?'

'Yes,' said Professor McGonagall. 'And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?'

'I've come to bring Chloe and Harry to their aunt and uncle.

'YOU'RE WHAT!' James and Gwendolyn shouted.

'Why would you do that!' James asked, looking at Dumbledore as is he'd gone mad.

'My sister hates me, and you want to give her my children?' Gwendolyn asks, anger rising in her voice. 'She's going to treat them terribly!'

'How come either me, Kimberly, Remus, Sirius or even Peter don't get them?' Arabella asks.

'It's a long story that is explained later, but you need to know it was for the best,' Dumbledore replied.

'I don't believe you!' Gwendolyn says.

Before starting an argument, Dumbledore just keeps on reading.

They're the only family they've got left now.'

'You don't mean- you can't mean the people who live here?' cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. 'Dumbledore- you can't.

'See, McGonagall agrees it's a bad idea!' James says.

'Unfortunately, Mr Potter, it had to be done.' Dumbledore said calmly.

You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son- I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street. screaming for sweets. Chloe and Harry Potter come and live here!'

'It's the best place for them,' said Dumbledore firmly. 'His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older

'But they won't!' Gwendolyn exclaims angrily. ''My sister hated me being a witch, she won't tell my children that they're the same!'

I've written them a letter.'

'A letter?' repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down against the wall. 'Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain this in a letter? These people will never understand him! They'll both be famous- a legend- I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Potter Twins Day in future- there will be books written about Chloe and Harry- every child in our world will know his name!'

'I bet Potter's having a right ego boost at the minute,' grovelled Severus.

'Exactly,' said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. 'It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before either of them can walk or talk! Famous for something they both won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?'

'There's a difference between growing up away from it and being placed in an abusive home!' Gwendolyn says.

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed and then said, 'Yes- yes, you're right, of course. But how are the children getting here, Dumbledore?' She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding the twins underneath it.

'Hagrid's bringing them both.'

'You think it wise- wise- to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?'

'I would trust Hagrid with my life,' said Dumbledore.

'I wouldn't trust that big oaf with anything,' Lucius remarks.

'I'm not saying that his heart isn't in the right place,' said Professor McGonagall grudgingly. 'but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to- what was that?'

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky- and a huge motorbike fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

If the motorbike was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide.

'That's Hagrid, for sure!' Kimberly said.

He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild- long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of dustbin lids and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms, he was holding two bundles of blankets.

'It's the twins!' Molly exclaimed to Gwendolyn.

'Hagrid,' said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. 'At last. And where did you get that motorbike?'

'Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir,' said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorbike as he spoke. 'Young Sirius Black lent it me.

'I have a motorbike!' Sirius exclaimed, an excited look on his face. 'That's so cool!'

I've got them both, sir.'

'No problems, were there?'

'No sir= house was almost destroyed but I got them both out alright before the Muggles started swarmin' around. They both fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol.'

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the two bundles of blankets. Inside each, just visible, was a baby, one girl and one boy, fast asleep. The girl's hair was barely visible in the dark light as it was so light, and the boy's was the exact opposite, jet black.

'Aww you had a mini you and a mini James, Gwen!' Alice said, cooing slightly.

'I bet they're proper cute, our kids,' James said, smiling down at Gwendolyn who just blushed in response.

Under the tufts of platinum blonde and jet-black hair over their forehead they could see identical curiously shaped cuts, like bolts of lightning.

'Is that where-?' whispered Professor McGonagall.

'Yes,' said Dumbledore. 'They'll have those scars for ever.'

'Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in useful. I have one myself above my left knee which is a perfect map of the London Underground.

'Really?' Gwendolyn asked, amusement written over her face at the idea. Dumbledore nodded.

'Can we see?' Andromeda asks.

'Maybe another time.'

Well- give him here, Hagrid- we'd better get this over with.'

Dumbledore took Chloe and Harry in his arms and turned towards the Dursley's house.

'Could I- could I say goodbye to them, sir?' asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry first and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss, then doing the exact same to Chloe. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

'Shhh!' hissed Professor McGonagall. 'You'll wake the Muggles!'

'I mean I doubt it,' Arabella says. 'especially if the motorbike didn't in the first place.'

'S-s-sorry,' sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. 'But I c-c-can't stand it- Gwen and James dead- an' poor little Chloe and poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles-'

'Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found,' Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Chloe and Harry gently on the doorstep

'WHAT!' James and Gwendolyn erupted again, turning to Dumbledore angrily.

'You're leaving them on the doorstep?' Kimberly asked him, looking both parts angry and confused.

'What if there was foxes or something?' James asks.

'Yeah, and the weatherman said earlier that it was going to rain!' Remus added. 'You're leaving them in the cold and the wet?'

,took two letters out of his cloak, tucked them inside either Chloe's or Harry's blankets and then came back to the other two. For a full minute, the three of them stood and looked at the two little bundles; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.

'Well,' said Dumbledore finally, 'that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations.'

'What you should be doing instead,' says Gwendolyn, angrily, 'is thinking about the fact that you left two BABIES on a doorstep!'

'Yeah,' said Hagrid in a very muffled voice. 'I'd best get this bike away. G'night, Professor McGonagall- Professor Dumbledore, sir.' Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself on to the motorbike and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.

'I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall,' said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the two bundles of blankets on the step of number four.

'Good luck, Chloe and Harry,' he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak he was gone.

'And leaving the two babies on the step,' Arabella said, rolling her eyes at the idea.

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Chloe and Harry Potter rolled over inside of their blankets without either of them waking up. Each baby had one small hand closed on the letters beside them and they both slept on, not knowing they were special, not knowing they were famous, not knowing that they would both be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, not that they would both spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by their cousin Dudley...

'He better not do anything to either of them!' James muttered.

...They couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: 'To Chloe and Harry Potter- the twins who lived!'

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