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Remember, if y'all want to watch the new Harry Potter show for any reason, there are only two ethical ways to do so:

Pirate it, and still don't talk about it so it doesn't get any money or publicity out of you.

...Well, for this one JK Rowling would have to die before you watch it, and if you were able to do anything about that I hope you would have by now.

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i am an avid james/lily/regulus shipper (it's my regulus otp) but imagine young harry potter having to say that he lost all his parents and no ‘both’ does not apply 💀

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please note that when i talk about remus i'm not talking about marauders era remus. this bitch is crying because of professor lupin.

hello it's two am and im crying because remus lupin exists how's your life

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hello it's two am and im crying because remus lupin exists how's your life

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hogwarts had never been as alive as it was right after the battle — which has to be some sort of oxymoron, for sure — but it was.

students of every house had forgo their mindless house pride, exchanging it with the same camaraderie soldiers who had fought together ought to feel and they were running about the whole castle, trying to find friends, housemates and classmates they’d only seen one time alike.

professors — that was, professors who were still alive — were trying to stop them, either by physically doing so or just by shouting phrases that were meant to make them feel like stopping was the best thing to do — failing to do so, of course.

someone, probably madam pompfey, had called saint mungo’s (hfmmai), and all of their healers who had nothing else to do and no other patients were apparently ready to apparate.

it wasn’t just the students, however.

the ghost population was unnaturally silent, as if they too were grieving the loss of those students that had been their friends, those students who had made hogwarts a little bit brighter year after year, those students — only two of them, thank merlin — who were now joining them as the ghosts of hogwarts.

those students who had fought a war that was much bigger than them.

it wasn’t just the students and the ghosts, however.

when the saint mungo’s healers appeared, with them came the carriages that every student above first year knew way too well — they were the ones that everybody used to go to school.

something was different about them, however, because they weren’t as always with no horse, or moved by magic or whatever the myth was, no.

everyone could see those winged horses, with a skeletal body, face with reptilian features, and wide, leathery wings that resemble a bat's.

every person in the castle felt their heartbeat stop, and then run a bit as if to make up for that lost beat.

that is, everyone but luna, harry and neville, who had already seen and perfectly knew the thestrals, and the fact that they were completely harmless.

this is when it hit harry and neville, who were still trying to find the boys they had been loving for years in the man who had killed nagini and the man who had destroyed you-know-who — voldemort, no reason to hide behind an epithet now that the dark sorcerer was dead and not coming back anytime soon. everyone who had gone through the war had seen death. and they had had to make peace with it, accept that they were never going to see their friends again, all in one day, when they both had had years.

they both got up, even if they didn’t know what was giving them the energy to do so, why they could stand when so many weren’t able to do that anymore and, intertwining their hands, went to the nearest group of students — first years, merlin, they were barely even boys — to try and see if they could do anything, if their knowledge of battles of the past and the strain of being alive when everyone you know isn’t could maybe help someone, and of course, it did.

neville has asked himself many times, over the years, what had given him the strength to go on that day, why he had gone to many a group of students to talk with them until the adults had finally arrived. every time he thinks about that, how a coward such as himself had found the courage to go against voldemort and the feeling of being the sole survivor, he raises his head from his class plan — he’s an herbology teacher, now, who would have thought that — and sees his husband smile at him.

and neville thinks he could do it a thousand times over.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Remus Lupin & Lily Evans Potter Characters: James Potter, Lily Evans Potter Additional Tags: Panic Attacks Series: Part 2 of twitter oneshots & drabbles to pass the time Summary:

generic flowerpot/jily angst ; warning for panic attacks

wee-woo i am back with another ficlet/whatever these are called.

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random things about remus using a cane that are important to me but might not be to you

• having a list of Beautiful and sadly Expensive canes he would love so much to use but they are way too expensive when he first sees them and then just starts using a normal one and mostly forgets about them

• sirius totally gifted him one that has a dog/wolf handle. he never uses that because they are not as comfortable as the normal ones, but he totally has it in the rack in their shared house

• canes rack! he had one at home and he has one when he moves in with sirius but he didn’t have one in hogwarts. he used to just leave his cane by the door or by his bed. up untill fifth year, when james either makes him one during pottery in muggle studies (it’s not a real rack. looks like a very big pot. he still loves it) or he buys him one

• there are days where he just can't use his cane for different reasons (either he's too tired or his arms hurt or he's feeling a little stronger and his joints don't hurt as much and he still can't seem to remember that, and he looks into whatever he brings with him around school for his cane, thinking he'd lost it

• foldable canes! either magical ones that fold themselves or muggle ones that have the little string so that the pieces don't go everywhere when you fold them, he has more than one. puts them in his school bag constantly.

• whenever he passes a shop, the first thing he sees are the canes. if there are, if they are affordable and more importantly, if they have the little “for old women” on the side. if they have that, he uses magic to make them say “for cool kids”

• when he started using one, he was so afraid that he'd either not know how to use one or forget how to walk without it. since he'd start to use them in secret from his ma for whatever reason, it was imperative that no one knew about his new acquisition

• not another point just wanted to show off canes i think remus would have in a maybe muggle/present era au, all from my amazon wishlist (sighs)

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“regulus was james’ bisexual awakening and lily’s polyamorous one, they got together and the fact that his partners were dead is a massive reason why regulus actually drowned” i say into the mic.

the crowd boos and i lower my head in shame.

“he’s right” says a voice from third row. and there they are: lily evans potter, james evans potter and regulus evans potter themselves