#POV Peter Pettigrew

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I need a fic about Peter Pettigrew and his time of being a rat with a Weasley’s

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Prompt 9 - Forget

@wolfstarmicrofic June 9, word count 533

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He didn’t even know why he’d picked up the box from the sand as he walked away from Remus. He didn’t know why he kept holding Remus’s hand either. Or why his body had reacted the way it did when Remus had licked that damn chocolate off his fingers. 

The water had been cooling, refreshing. The second he plunged beneath the surface his mind had gone blank, and he hadn’t wanted to come back up.

When his lungs were screaming at him, he looked up at the shimmering water above and kicked up. The oxygen that poured into his burning lungs was literally a breath of fresh air. But when he caught sight of the yearning, open-mouthed look on Remus’s face, he nearly sunk down again. Thank the gods for Minnie McGonagall. Her piercing commands stopped all other thoughts as he followed her instructions. 

“Sorry, Minnie. Won’t happen again.” He’d given her his best smile. 

“Mr Black, you are skating on very thin ice,” He’d gulped as she walked away. He did not want to push her too far. Then James had basically called him a manatee. Rude! And now here he was walking across the campsite with a treasure box full of chocolate coins and no idea why. 

He was lying on his bed looking up at the ceiling, trying to forget what a crazy person he’d been, when there was a quiet knock at the door. 

“Yeah?” He called, not bothering to get up. Remus cautiously walked through the door. 

“Hi,” Remus said quietly, looking extremely nervous. “I just—I just wanted to apologise,” Remus said, looking at the floorboards. Sirius was confused. 

“You didn’t do anything. Remus, it’s all on me. I overreacted. Ask James, it’s a known issue with me. The phrase drama queen has been thrown around a lot in my life. And this isn’t about your scar, just so you know,” Sirius tried to explain why he’d thought the only thing he could do at that moment was sink to the bottom of a lake.

“Scars,” Remus murmured. 

“Sorry?” Sirius was confused. 

“Scars, plural. I er, I have a lot. Of scars,” Remus’s face was bright red. 

“Oh,” It was a highly inadequate response, but he had no idea what to say. ‘Oh, me too.’ No, maybe. 

He let his head drop back onto his pillow as he drowned in his inner turmoil. “I’ve got scars too,” He admitted to the ceiling. If Remus could do it, so could he. 

“Oh,” Remus said. Sirius raised his eyebrows at him and they both burst into laughter. 

“Get over here, weirdo.” Sirius moved over on his bed, making room. Remus only hesitated for a second before he gingerly perched on the edge of the bed. “Properly.” Sirius barked out a laugh as he reached up to pull Remus down. He caught him by surprise and Remus ended up falling on top of him. Remus's quick reactions were the only things that stopped Sirius from getting squashed by the taller boy. He landed with his hands on either side of Sirius’s head. Sirius felt his heart skip a beat. He swallowed loudly, unable to stop looking into Remus’s honey-coloured eyes. 

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Imagine being such close besties with someone that your entire world knows about it. Just. Sirius Black and James Potter being so close that literally nobody questions that Sirius was the Potters’ Secret Keeper, even when he immediately went after Peter in a very public way, instead of laying low like any sane person would do after they were just revealed a traitor and their precious Lord died (although, they did think Sirius went mad, so it makes sense in a way). But of everyone in the Order, no one once questioned the Potters making Sirius their Secret Keeper, despite his prejudiced family, despite the Prank, despite any number of ways in which Sirius wasn’t perfect. Everyone in the Wizarding World still saw Sirius and James, and thought, “yeah, there’s no way it was anyone else, even if the betrayal makes their friendship seem so much less deep”. There was no reason for Remus to question it because he watched James and Sirius be the best of friends for a decade, he knew Sirius was Harry’s godfather, he knew James would have trusted no one more, that Lily loved Sirius and thought the world of him. There really was no other choice for the Potters, to anyone.

Which makes Peter being Secret Keeper that much more awful because it was such a genius move! Sirius was actually so smart to try this twist, to suggest making Peter the Secret Keeper. He knew everyone knew how close him and James were, how close he’d always been to the Potter family, he knew they’d come after him and Sirius would’ve DIED rather than betray his friends, his godson. He would’ve died to protect Peter too, so that nobody would know who the Secret Keeper really was. There was no reason to suspect Peter when there was Sirius Black, known Death Eater hater and unendingly loyal to his friends, RIGHT THERE. If Sirius really HAD died, he would’ve gone out thinking his friends would still be safe bc once Voldemort discovered he wasn’t the Secret Keeper, it would’ve jumped to Remus or even an older Light member like Moody or Dumbledore. Sirius damned himself knowingly, before ever finding out that Peter had gotten the Potters killed.

Sometimes I think about how Sirius managed to convince James and Lily to use Peter instead of him. They both must’ve known that Sirius would be killed immediately once it was determined that he didn’t know the Secret, so Sirius must have used Harry against them, said that they needed to do ANYTHING to keep their little boy safe, even if it meant Sirius offering himself up as a target, a sacrifice for their safety. Sirius must have thought he was so smart, because he found a way to keep his friends and godson safe, even though he wasn’t the Secret Keeper, and he didn’t put them at risk by trusting “potential spy: Remus Lupin”. He must have argued with James and Lily for ages about it, convincing them that it was the right decision, some misdirection to keep them safer for longer, another line of defense between their little Harry and the monster who wanted to destroy him.

It’s already wild to me that Sirius even held enough power/voice in this discussion to even suggest Peter as Secret Keeper. Like, the level of trust James and Lily must’ve had in him, to entrust their lives AND their son’s in Sirius’ plan? Nobody can ever say that Sirius wasn’t loved and trusted to the ends of the earth by James and Lily. They wanted HIM because there was nobody they trusted more, even with how reckless Sirius is shown to be, even years later. Trying to imagine Sirius in Azkaban all those years, knowing he basically handed his best friends over to Voldemort with that plan? Hell on earth, literally. He speaks on it maybe once to Harry in the entirety of the series, and it’s so clear that he is completely derisive about the plan. He despises the fact that it was his plan that got his best friends killed, that caused Harry to lose his parents. He blames himself (and Peter), but he had over a decade to sit in prison and think about the what ifs of that plan, to remember that it was his idea that killed James and Lily.

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HP canon debater & canon fanfics writer

I am going to be off tumblr until October 1st! Absolutely feel free to send asks or whatever just don’t expect a reply any time soon <3

I am in my 30s, genderfluid - she/they - Scandinavian, but live in the UK, relatively new to Tumblr and a long COVIDer/POTSer!

On this blog, I am a canon-compliant Marauder fanfic writer - who likes to discuss the canon - and I am currently working on a long fic from 1971-1981 called: When we were up to no good.

More about my ambition below, but long story short - I just want a LONG fic that's not Wolfstar, that's a faithful interpretation of the canon, and which tbh isn't overly about sex or the usual fanon stuff. It's just four great friends; an 'enemies-to-lovers' love story; a war and a betrayal.

I mostly ship canon (especially Hinny, Romione, Jily) because I am boring, but I adore Prongsfoot and Sebinis, and I’m not anti most non-canon ships if they are true to their canon characterisation.

I will argue and discuss the canon with anyone who's interested. If you don't care about the canon, fine, but you and I probably won't enjoy each other's posts very much.

I don’t support JKR’s views (Read: I AM EXTREMELY ANTI HER VIEWS). I regularly question whether I should just abandon the fandom because of her (I have stayed away in the past), but then again, I discovered a lot about my own gender fluidity through the fandom, so it’s all very complicated.

I started writing When we were up to no good because I wanted to write a story where:

Sirius and James are best friends, inseparable and extremely talented

Remus and James have a solid friendship; not just Remus and Sirius

While Sirius and Peter take a bit of time to become close, Sirius ends up closer to Peter than Remus (at the latest) by the later stages of the war.

Peter is very much part of the Marauders, and there’s nothing obvious (to Sirius and James) to suggest he does a 180. Nevertheless, as readers who know what happens, we can see the small stuff that lays the foundation for the betrayal

James and Sirius are bullies! This isn’t a story trying to ignore their bad sides

Remus’ personality is affected by his lycanthropy - he has three great friends and that’s it: James, Sirius and Peter. He does not stand up to his friends (much) as he cannot afford to lose them

Lily struggles to adjust to the wizarding world given her blood status and she struggles with her friendship with Snape. She loves him so much but she’s not blind to his friends and the path he’s being led down

James and Lily have arcs that both make us understand why she disliked James so much, but also understand how the two are rather similar in their own way. The relationship, when it happens, should feel solid and lasting.

James does not go around declaring his love for Lily at every opportunity. It doesn’t fit with the canon

Not every OOTP member are in the same year as the Marauders. In my story, Marlene is 10 years older (and Molly’s best friend), Frank and Gideon are 6 years older; Alice and Fabian are 5 years older; and Dorcas is long gone from school etc.

Frank and Alice starts dating after Hogwarts (not everyone has to start dating at school)

There's lots of (hopefully canon-compliant) plot and character development. And it’s a long story! I want to make justice to their story and not rush it (but I don't want it to feel dragged out)

There is as much fun and fluff and comfort and hurt as I can get away with while feeling I can call it canon-compliant

There are plenty of Easter eggs and things we know happened in the canon, such as: Bertha Jorkins as a source of Hogwarts gossip; the Whomping Willow becoming off-limit, the newly built abandoned Hogsmeade house slowly becoming known as the Shrieking Shack, Mundungus Fletcher finding himself banned from the Hogs Head ca 1975; the 1974 World Cup and more.

That’s the ambition. I’m not by any means an experienced writer and I’m learning as I go. If this is something that interests you, then cool! Absolutely engage as much or little as you’d like with the story! I love geeking out over canon and writing!

I post extracts on here quite often! You might call it self-promotion - I call it oversharing - something I do in all aspects of my life! 😂

[shootingthe-stars]

chapter 54 of nowhere man is out!!

sirius is the worst boyfriend ever

chapter 54 or from the beginning!

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BLOOD STAINED FLAGS

dark marauders au | rated E | chapters 5/? | 26,796 words | playlist

Summary

After Voldemort wins the first wizarding war on the 17th of August 1978, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans and Mary MacDonald all go on the run in a desperate attempt to escape whatever cruel fate awaited them.

The following November, they were all captured and seperated with little hope of ever seeing each other again.

With nothing to live for other the the pact that they made to each other while on the run, the six of them must do whatever it takes to not only stay alive but to find each other again all while attempting to not fall for the dark side.

BOOK ONE : APART

CHAPTER FIVE: PROPERTY OF FENRIR GREYBACK

Preview

Remus had been waiting to be killed by Fenrir Greyback for thirteen years.

Thirteen years, seven months, 24 days and however long he had been trapped in the dark.

The moment he was taken out of his cell a bag was shoved over his head and it didn’t come off until he was shoved in another small cell that he had been forced to call home. They had left him in the clothes that he was captured in but forced a thick black collar round his neck. Remus got a quick glance at what it said before he was plunged into darkness.

Property of

Fenrir Greyback

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

james potter is the sun in the way that looking at him for too long hurts

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The Very End

31st July 1980

“He looks just like you, sweetie,” Lily said, beaming up at James with a look of pure joy.

James stared again – at Harry’s tiny hands, at his surprising amount of black hair, at the shape of his forehead, at his tiny, cute lips. He rubbed his wet cheeks with the back of his hand.

“He’s far cuter,” he sighed, placing his hands on either side of her shoulders, tenderly kissing the top of her head again, like he couldn’t quite believe she was safe.

“He’s gorgeous,” she whispered, holding Harry against her chest, still in a daze.

“I love you both so much, I can’t find enough words…” James said, as though annoyed at himself, and using the front of his T-shirt to wipe his eyes.

“You don’t need to, James,” Lily said.

It didn’t matter that she was more drained than she had ever felt in her life, that she felt worse than she did coming back from Order missions that went awry. Harry was the sweetest thing she had ever seen, and he was their baby. She hadn’t known it was possible to feel such overwhelming love for someone she had just met.

September 1981

“Prongs? Prongs! Pick up your mirror! It’s me. Fuck, Merlin, fuck! I can't... I don't… fuck!"

“Merlin, Pads, calm down! Are you alright? You look like shit. What happened?”

“I think Remus is the spy... fuck! Remus is the spy, I know he is!”

“Don’t be daft.”

“This isn’t a joke, Prongs!”

“Are you out of your mind, Sirius?”

“Don’t get angry, Prongs, I swear it’s the truth.”

“Don’t you dare accuse Moony of-“

“The only people who knew about the Prewetts’ mission were-“

“Fuck off, I’m not listening to your bullshit! Get some sleep, you look exhausted, old chap.”

“I swear to you-“

“And eat something, damn it! And apologise to Moony!”

October 1981

“Pettigrew, you are aware of the concept of a sell-by date?”

“My Lord?”

“Shall I spell it out for my Gryffindor spy? If fresh fruit isn’t consumed by a certain time, it rots and is thrown away.”

“M-my Lord?”

“Find me the Potters, or else!”

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“Prongs! Thank Merlin you picked up! I’m not risking using the mirrors again after today, they have spies everywhere, I feel like someone is watching us right now. I need to be quick!”

“Padfoot, I’m worried about you, you don't sound-“

“Listen to me! I’ve done more research on the Fidelius Charm. If I die, the protection dies with me. We need a back-up plan! They’ll come for me anyway, they’ll presume it’s me, and when they do-”

“Fucking bloody fucking -“

“Shut up and listen! And when they do, they won’t realise I wasn’t the Secret Keeper. You’ll still be safe, a double layer of protection. We need to swap. We need to make Peter the Secret Keeper!”

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“Sirius, we need to talk,” Remus said.

Sirius remained seated, his haunted eyes looking up at him devoid of happiness.

“Yes, we do,” he answered eventually, reluctantly.

“Sirius, I can’t keep doing this, sharing a flat with you knowing that you believe me to be a traitor, that I’m working for Voldemort,” Remus’ voice shook.

Sirius pressed his lips together tightly.

“What do you want me to do?” Sirius said after a long pause.

“I can’t live like this,” Remus said.

There were tears in his eyes and Sirius couldn’t stand it, couldn’t stand the part of him that longed to hold Remus tight and believe everything he said.

“What do you want me to do?” Sirius said.

“I… please, Sirius, you must know I would never,” Remus’ voice sounded like he was panicking.

He couldn’t keep doing this, throwing more and more complicated wards around the flat and then lying in bed wondering would Remus let Bellatrix in, or would he be found one day, murdered by his ex-lover in his sleep. It was slowly driving him insane.

“You’re right, we can’t live like this any longer,” Sirius said quietly, digging his nails into his hands to stop him falling apart.

“Sirius, please,” Remus said. “I can explain, I’m not supposed to, but I’ll tell you everything…”

Not so long ago he would have fallen for whatever falsehoods Remus told him, anything to persuade himself that Remus was on their side.

“Don’t bother!” he said, standing up, afraid to even let Remus start to speak, in case he fell for his elaborate stories.

Hadn’t they marvelled for years at how Remus always managed to get away with pranks, the only one never to get caught?

“I don’t want to hear your lies!” he said, trying desperately to keep his voice hard.

“Sirius, you’re not yourself,” Remus whispered.

His halting voice sounding kind, how could it sound so kind, despite Sirius’ words?

“Don’t!” Sirius couldn’t keep the panic out of his own tone. “Don’t try to manipulate me. Get out!”

Remus seemed stunned now. As though he genuinely hadn’t expected this. How?

Remus nodded dumbly and started walking slowly towards his room. Where was Remus going to go? He couldn’t afford to rent anywhere, would the bastard Death – Eaters give him a place to stay, a proper place, or shove him in some hovel and –

“Wait! I’m leaving,” he called out after Remus.

Remus turned around slowly, as though composing himself.

“Pardon?” he whispered.

“I’m going, I can’t stand this place since Prongs left, since Wormy left, it’s not home, I’ll find somewhere else,” he said, throwing on his leather jacket.

“Pardon? Pad- Sirius, I can’t stay here by myself, you know I can’t afford to pay for this,” Remus said, looking at him in utter confusion.

“I don’t want your money, Merlin, fuck!” Sirius said heatedly. “I just don’t want… just stay here… so Moody can keep an eye on you!”

“What will you…?” Remus still looked lost.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what happens to me, Remus,” Sirius said, striding towards James and Lily’s old room and throwing a few of his clothes haphazardly into his black backpack.

“Sirius! Where will you go?” Remus said, and he could see the concerned expression, the worried frown.

He had to get out or he would cave.

“It doesn’t concern you any longer, Lupin,” he said, his throat closing as he tried to speak.

He watched Remus swallow.

“I won’t stop fighting Voldemort or his men, you can tell them that,” he said. “My own miserable life may be falling apart, but I never deserved any better, and that doesn’t matter, not in the greater scheme of things. The show must go on.”

“Seren1,” Remus took one step forward, looking as though he might burst into tears.

“Fuck off, Lupin, leave me alone!” Sirius gasped, frightened at his own weakness, his lack of willpower.

31st October 1981

“Marvellous news, Wormtail,” Voldemort says, griping Peter’s shoulder and causing the small man to nearly faint with shock. “I haven’t felt this elated since I can’t remember when!”

Voldemort looks positively radiant, and Peter…

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ignorance

@wolfstarmicrofic “Guess what-mph-lads,” Peter starts conversationally, speaking around a mouthful of bacon. 

The passion that boy holds for breakfast meats borders on lunatic, but far be it from James to say anything.

“Wormy, it’s not on to speak with your mouth full, you’ll offend my delicate sensibilities,” interjects Sirius. Bless him; Sirius has no delicate sensibilities of which to speak, so James knows the intervention is on his behalf.

“Sorry!” Peter yelps, swallowing before he’s quite ready and hacking in a way that makes James even more queasy.

“Sorry, sorry. But guess what.”

“If I had to guess…” James wonders aloud. “Your clever little rodent ears have picked up another bit of gossip? I don’t know how you manage it, Petey. Terribly well-informed, you are.”

Peter looks inordinately pleased.

“Quite right you are, James. I’ve just heard that Will Diggory—you know, that Seventh Year Ravenclaw?—well, he’s just come out, and he’s gone public with Devlin Abbott!”

“HA! Wormy, I’m quite sure you owe me a Galleon for that one!” James crows.

Peter scowls. “Not a chance. You only got the first part correct, which I had already agreed with you on, if you remember. Doesn’t count, and you thought he was secretly dating—”

“Now hold on just a damned second,” Sirius frowns, interrupting what is sure to be a feisty debate. “I feel like I’m missing a few things. Come out? Come out of what? Public with what?”

Peter looks bemused, so James takes over, explaining patiently: “Come out of the closet. He and Abbott, who is also gay—” Sirius’ eyes become huge— “have gone public with their relationship. Damn it, you’re right, Wormtail, I did think it was secretly Gregor Klein.”

Sirius twitches. “Huh. I never would have guessed,” he says mildly. “Diggory seems so…”

“So what, Padfoot,” James prompts calmly.

It was an inevitable but fortunately rare byproduct of being raised in an ancient family steeped in ignorance and hatred: sometimes Sirius needed some help opening his eyes to a new perspective. There were assumptions he took for granted because he didn’t know any better, but being a generally kind and open-minded person, the work was not overly hard.

“Well, like such a man’s man. No, no, don’t get me wrong,” he rushes out, seeing the looks James and Peter are giving him. “I’m super happy for him. I say live and let live. But you have to admit that it’s a bit weird.”

“Which par’,” Peter inquires curiously, speaking while chewing his blasted bacon again.

“The part about being attracted to another man. Like, sexually.”

James and Peter go stock-still and make sudden eye contact with one another, mirroring astonished expressions. They’re absolutely trying their hardest not to burst into laughter.

How can it be? He has no idea?

“Oh, I dunno, Padfoot,” Peter says slyly, giving Sirius a side-eyed look. “You can’t think of any bloke you’d hop into bed with?”

The restraint James is using right now is nothing short of torturous.

Sirius laughs. “No, you big jessie! If you want to sleep with blokes, have at it, Wormtail, but I tell you, that’s not for me. Oi, where’s Moony? He ought to be here for this.”

Oh, but he’s almost pathetic.

James can’t resist, so he joins in too: “Hmm….what about William Diggory?”

Sirius sputters. “I mean, sure, Diggory’s fit, for a bloke, but, as implied by ‘bloke’, he’s not got a pair of tits.”

“That’s a good point, Padfoot did break up with Lola Edgecomb last year cos ‘she was too flat-chested’,” Peter informs James in a sardonic aside, making liberal use of air quotes. 

“No, no, Petey, maybe it’s just that Diggory’s not fit enough for our Pads,” James murmurs gravely.

Sirius giggles at their little show, then cries, “Cor! I wish Moony were here right now, and he’d tell you two how silly you are.”

Peter and James share a look again, but it’s lost on Sirius.

“Someone fitter, then, hmmm….” Peter taps a finger to his chin thoughtfully. “What about Professor Jero? All the girls thought he was gorgeous—do you reckon he’s hot enough to warm your bed?”

“Ha! As if! No, but keep going, though, these are funny. I bet Moony would come up with some hilarious ones.”

“Well Pete, maybe it’s not about physical beauty,” James muses theatrically.

“Oh no? The prompt was about sexual attraction, if you recall.”

“Yes, of course, and there’s no doubt that appearance plays a huge role in that, but…”

“But…?”

Sirius watches them volley back and forth, and James recognizes a growing exasperation in his expression. He’s always hated not being in on the joke. 

“But maybe it needs to be a gentleman he knows well.”

“’Knows well’? Just how well should he know them?” Peter inquires with mock wonder, blue eyes big and round. 

“Why, I think ‘extremely well’ would be ideal. In fact—” James turns to fully face Sirius— “I think he’d be most likely to fall for his best friend, no matter their gender.”

Sirius’ face goes blank with surprise, then he scowls and crosses his arms.

“Well I’m not about to bed either of you two idiots, sorry, but I have higher—MOONY!!”

And indeed, there appears Remus, tall and lanky, a gentle, eye-crinkling grin for Sirius that manifests as two dimples nestled in between the freckles scattered across his face. 

“Moony, you’ll never guess what these two wankers—”

“Pads, I’d love to hear all about it later, really, sorry, love—ah, fuck, I’ve made a portmanteau of ‘Pads’ and ‘lads’—I think—wait, no, that doesn’t—never mind that, sorry, I can’t stay, I’m just cutting through the Great Hall on my way to a Prefect meeting!”

“Moony, wait!” Sirius wails, haphazardly grabbing a piece of jammy toast and chasing after Remus’ rapidly retreating figure. “You haven’t had any breakfast, you dolt!”

Sirius catches up to him and shoves the toast in his mouth. Remus pauses to smile hugely and stupidly at him. Then he blinks suddenly and turns about with a wave. 

Peter smacks his forehead. James wonders vaguely if either of them took any notice of James and Peter sitting there throughout that whole interaction.

Sirius returns to his seat, cheeks pink and humming happily.

“Sorry lads, what were we talking about?”

Peter, slumped over in frustration, lets out a groan. “We were hypothesizing whether or not you could ever be sexually attracted to a man, and you kindly let us know that James and I are not up to snuff.”

“Ah. Too right.”

“Say…” James says wonderingly, as if this has just occurred to him. “You know Moony extremely well….Moony’s reasonably attractive, isn’t he?”

Peter sits up suddenly. “That’s right, he is! Tall. Nice curls. He’s alright.”

Sirius scoffs. “I’d say more than reasonably attractive or alright, wouldn’t you? I mean, he’s…he’s…he’s Moony…”

Sirius trails off and starts to blink rapidly, brow furrowed.

“Wow, Sirius,” James sighs unconvincingly, resisting an eye roll with all of his might. “Would you fuck Moony’s brains out, then? Suck his cock? Make him eat his breakfast every morning?”

Sirius has stopped blinking and his eyes appear to have glazed over. He’s gazing at a spot about 4 inches left of Peter’s left ear. James swears he can see on Sirius’ face the moment the realization dawns.

“Oh.”

Sirius swallows hard.

“Oh.”

Part 2: Duck  

Part 3: Anticipation 

Part 4: Thirst

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Prompt 17 - Dimple

@jegulus-microfic May 17, Word count 486

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The phial seemed to almost glow in the darkness. Regulus removed the mandrake leaf from his mouth and carefully put it into the phial, and then he reached up and plucked a hair from his head and dropped it in after. He pushed the stopper back on, and they were done. 

Regulus looked over at the whomping willow. He was one step closer to being an animagus and joining James and the others on their moonlit runs. Plus, having the ability to turn into an animal at will, with no one knowing he could, opened up other doors to him as well. 

He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face when James took his hand and pulled him in for a kiss. It had been one month exactly since Regulus had done basically what James was doing now. 

It had been a spur of the moment thing. It may have been James's first kiss, but James had been taking full advantage of being allowed to kiss him since. It may have been James's first kiss whenever he wanted, within reason. They still kept their distance when in public. It wouldn’t do for the main populace to see him consorting with Gryffindors. He had a reputation to uphold after all. Not that he particularly liked that reputation or what it would bring the second he finished his schooling.

James broke their kiss, which brought Regulus out of his thoughts. James reached up and prodded his cheek. 

“You know I never knew you had a dimple until recently when you started smiling around me.” James continued to stroke the spot where Regulus knew the little divot was. He looked up at the pure pleasure on James’s face from being allowed to touch him. How had no one snapped him up? James was a catch. Not that he would tell him, the boy's ego was inflated enough as it was. 

“Shall we go put the phial away and go to bed?” He asked. He’d snuck up to Gryffindor tower a few times over the last month. They hadn’t done much more than kissing, but he’d slept in James’s arms, and he'd found that to be the most wonderful place to be. 

Sirius had kicked up a fuss about Regulus’s continued presence in their dorm, but Regulus had pointed out he really didn’t have a leg to stand on, as they all knew he hadn’t slept in his own bed for months.

Thank Salazar for silencing charms, though. He didn’t know, nor did he want to know, what Remus did to his brother, but Sirius's level of dishevelment when he emerged from behind the curtains in the morning was off the charts. But right now the dorm was empty. He and James would have the whole night together undisturbed.

He sighed as James led him back to the castle, wrapping them in the invisibility cloak as they went. 

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OLIWITS Excerpt from THATS Ch I

Excerpt from Our Love is Written in the Stars: The Heir and The Spare, Chapter I - Glasses and Freckles

(Continued from this excerpt) *This is actually part three of the excerpts.* Here is the first one.

As the train slowed and pulled into Hogsmeade Station, Sirius couldn’t help the butterflies beating in his stomach. His traveling companions, Remus (being the boy with tan skin and freckles) and James (being the boy with the smudged glasses), had all shrugged into their school robes. Remus had gone to change in the nearby lavatory. Sirius could tell Remus’ robes were second hand, but didn’t comment. 

A nasally voice came over the loudspeakers, “please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately.”

“Let’s go Rooster,” James said, grabbing his owl’s cage. During the journey, James had shared he had only recently received his owl as a gift from his parents and named it Rooster because the thing liked to make a right racket every day before dawn. And, he’d said, it was also a funny name for an owl. 

Sirius, who did not possess an owl of his own, thought it was a bit of a ridiculous name, but then again, felt it wasn’t his place to judge. 

James opened Rooster’s cage and let him fly as soon as they were clear of the train, leaving the empty cage with a pile of other vacant wire enclosures. 

“Firs’ years, follow me.” An absolutely massive man with a booming voice was calling over the crowd of excitable students. Most of the masses were making their way to carriages, which were perhaps pulled by invisible horses as Sirius could see them pulling away from the platform of their own accord. 

Sirius, James, and Remus jostled their way through the crowd towards the large man, who was holding up a lantern which made his eyes twinkle in the dark. 

“This way, this way,” he gestured. And began leading the now much smaller group, both in number and stature, down a sloping hill. 

“Where do you reckon we’re going?” James asked the other two. 

“Don’t know,” shrugged Remus.

Sirius actually did know where they were going. To the boats which took first year students across the lake, his cousins had told him this. However, James seemed so giddy with anticipation Sirius didn’t want to ruin the surprise. 

“Four to a boat,” the giant man called out, as they were now standing on the edge of the lake with a small fleet of boats bobbing on the water in front of them. 

“Oh gosh,” a squeaky voice whispered from behind, “I can’t swim.”

Sirius turned around. “Why would you need to swim?” he said with a tone of great indignation. “He said ‘four to a boat.’ Not get in and float!” James let out a loud laugh and punched Sirius in the arm. 

“Nice one!” 

The squeaky voiced boy, who was rather small, pudgy, and looked terrified, did not laugh. But scurried forward to step into a boat, nearly capsizing it in his effort to get situated. 

Sirius looked to James and James looked to Sirius and they both raised their eyebrows at the same time. 

“Let’s go,” called Remus, who was down at the water’s edge. 

Sirius noticed the red haired girl and Pointy clambering into a boat a few down from theirs. And a girl with very dark skin and voluminous hair joined Sirius, James, and Remus in their boat. 

Once everyone was settled, and pointedly not swimming, the giant man called, “forward!” The boats silently drifted out onto the lake. A hush fell over the first years as they sailed, until they first glimpsed Hogwarts castle rising majestically above them, many windows shining yellow through the darkness. There was a collective gasp and many “oh’s.” Sirius wished he were above such things, but managed to quickly turn his gasp into a long, loud whistle. Several people snickered. 

The boats sailed through a curtain of ivy and then gently bumped against wooden docks where the students were instructed to disembark. They were in a large cavernous room, and the gentle lap of water was the only sound to be heard over the shuffling of many feet as they followed the giant man and his glowing lantern up a gravely path and then onto damp grass, finally ending up in the shadow of the looming castle. There was a set of huge oak doors, tall enough even the giant man could have easily walked through, but which he raised his fist and knocked on instead. 

Sirius was thinking it was all rather showy, when the doors swung open revealing a bright light causing everyone to squint. Silhouetted against the glow was a tall woman wearing a pointed hat. 

“The firs’ years, Professor McGonagall.” The giant man said, gesturing to the students behind him.

“Thank you Hagrid, I’ll take them from here.” Sirius stifled a laugh. It sounded a bit scripted, but he followed along as the children were ushered indoors and into a small chamber off of the large entry room. 

“Now,” said the tall woman whose voice was clipped with a Scottish accent, “you are to wait here until I fetch you for the sorting, understand.” Most people nodded in acknowledgement, a few whispered “yes.”

The woman turned abruptly on her heel and strode out of the room. Immediately whispering broke out among the children. 

“Did you see that man?”

“Yes, he was absolutely giant!”

“This place is awesome.”

“Which house do you think you’ll be in?”

“Does it hurt, being sorted I mean?”

James turned to Sirius and Remus and said, “honestly, you’d think they’d never even heard of Hogwarts. Does. It. Hurt…?”

Sirius rolled his eyes, “I know, it’s just a hat after all.”

“What hat?” Remus quipped. 

“Mate, tell me you know how the sorting ceremony works?” James said.

“Um, no.” Remus looked sheepish. Sirius could tell however nervous he was feeling, it was nothing compared to Remus, whose face was dramatically more pale, eyes wide. “My dad didn’t get around to mentioning it I suppose.”

“Oh,” James was finally catching on to Remus’ nervous state and became a bit kinder, “it’s not bad. You try on a hat and it reads your mind and it decides which house you belong in.”

Remus, if it was possible, paled even more, his freckles were now standing out boldly. His mouth fell open slightly.

“Buck up,” said Sirius, slapping him on the back. “It’s no big deal.”

“Says the Slytherin protege,” a sneering voice hissed in Sirius’ ear. He spun to see Septimus standing behind him. 

“Septimus, fancy meeting you again. And where has your dear damsel in distress gotten to?” Sirius threw back. 

“It’s Severus,” the red haired girl stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Severus, glaring at Sirius. 

“Sorry Snivellus,” Sirius sneered back. 

“Just ignore them, Sev,” the red haired girl said and pulled Severus around so his back was to Sirius again.

Sirius threw his elbow back and jabbed Severus in the ribs. 

Severus turned, and before Sirius knew what had happened, found himself staring down the length of a wand pressed in between his eyes. 

“Easy, easy,” James said in a would be casual tone as he stepped forward and pushed Sirius and Severus apart. 

“No need to get jumpy Snivellus,” he added. “Sirius here is a bit touchy about his family history, right Sirius?” James eyed Sirius who nodded. 

“It’s SEVERUS,” the red haired girl shouted, charging forward and standing toe to toe with James. Sirius and Severus had both stumbled back when she shoved through them, but regained their composure quickly. The red haired girl looked ready to breathe fire, her finger poking into James’ chest. He looked rather startled at her sudden, violent advance. 

At that moment the side door opened and Professor McGonagall returned. 

“Right,” she called over the students, “we are ready to begin the Sorting Ceremony. I will ask you to stand in a line and when your name is called come forward to put on the hat. Any questions?” Sirius didn’t think any of the other’s dared ask a question of this very stern woman, but he raised his hand.

“Yes!” she barked. 

“Professor McGonagall, I was wondering what the hat said to the tie?”

Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes at him. Several people around him whispered in confusion. 

“Mister Black,” and she paused for good measure, her eyes boring into his (the fact this Professor already knew his name was not lost on him), “I have been a Hogwarts Professor for fifteen years. If you think there is a hat joke I have not encountered, you are much mistaken.” She turned her back on him, then called out, “You hang around, I’ll go on a-head.” And Sirius swore she was smiling as she said it. Several people tittered and James held his hand up for a high-five. 

“Oh man,” smiled James, “we are going to be great together. Please, please be in Gryffindor.”

“I’ll do my best,” Sirius grinned back. 

…

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[neverenoughmarauders]

When we were up to no good

Chapter 42: Cotdors and healers

'Come on, mate, cheer up! You weren't the worst chaser out there,' Sirius tried to reason.

'I so was.'

'McLaggen only scored one goal too, and he did it after you,' Peter said. 

James groaned into his pillow - why wouldn't they just let him be? He wished he had drawn the curtains of his four poster bed, but no, Sirius would just have opened them again.  

'McLaggen played a vital role in all of Ciara's goals,' James tried to explain as he rolled over to face his three friends.

'That's funny,' Remus said, smiling ever so slightly, 'I seem to remember that it was you who took the ball from Davies so that Ryan could score that final goal.'

'The Quaffle,' Peter shot in, looking pleased with himself for some reason.

'Sod this. I am going to go downstairs to enjoy the party,' Sirius said. 'What do I care if you want to stay here and sulk.'

'I am not sulking!'

James wasn't sulking, was he? The others just didn't understand how much more potential James could have shown - had he just flown better - or had a better broom. 

'Are!'

'Am not!' 

'Prove it!'

'There's nothing to prove!'

Nice try Sirius. James wasn't going to fall for that. He crossed his arms.

'Well, I have an idea for getting back at Jorkins for being annoying, so if you're truly not sulking...' Sirius let the sentence hang in the air.

James felt the familiar excitement which accompanied one of Sirius' ideas: 'Go on,' he said. 

Without really thinking about it, James sat up. Sirius crawled onto James' bed, his grey eyes bright with excitement.

'I have been practicing the amplifying spell - Sonorus, you know the one. That banshee likes to gossip - lets give her a larger audience!'

'Brilliant!' James grinned. 'If she has something to share, she must share it with all of us.'

'You are sure she won't just immediately use the counter-spell?' Remus asked frowning. 

Sirius grinned, shaking his head: 'Mate, she has dungs for brains that one!'

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[shootingthe-stars]

chapter 44 of nowhere man is out!

the start of the holidays, or what i like to say the 2 weeks that change the way literally everyone in this story behaves for some reason

chapter 44 or from the beginning!

[alltheyoungmoons]

The Gift - pt. III

G - WIP - Pt. I - Pt. II - 1.1k Words - ATYD Timeline Compliant

The unlikely pair soon got to work. It wasn’t easy, seeing they were all so busy already, what with NEWTS and, at that time, helping Remus prepare for his task for Dumbledore. They soon agreed to let James and Peter in their little project: it would have been easier to manage this way, Lily said, even just to explain why they were spending so much time together. For how much their friendship had flourished since Lily became Mrs. Prongs first, and aware of Sirius and Remus’s relationship second, the two of them sneaking around on their own would’ve still raised some eyebrows.  Sirius had been a little reticent at first - outing Remus’ reading problem like that to the other boys didn’t seem fair.  He knew all too well how private, how particular with his secrets Remus was. Lily persuaded him by promising to share only what was strictly necessary, and to swear the other two boys to secrecy: they’d have to act as they were oblivious to what was going on. Sirius knew how convincing and terrifying Lily could be, and he eventually relented. The more help they could get, the better. 

They agreed to each focus on a different aspect of the project, and reconvene at a later time. Lily would be working on the riff on the thought-clearing potion she had used to imbue the acetate sheet in second year: it was a draught to help with the effects of particularly potent Confundus Charm, and had seemed to work well on that occasion. She needed to see if the potion worked on glass, which was a much less porous material than acetate and ran the risk of not absorbing enough potion to work. Sirius would work on a property-sealing charm, to make sure the potion-imbued glass would maintain its magic. He’d also experiment on transfiguring the already imbued acetate to glass, and see if it worked the same or lost its clearing abilities. It was a long game of trial and error on every part.

Peter, they agreed, could sneak into Filch’s office and see if there were any old pairs of spectacles in the lost-and-found trunk, so they could experiment on those. Mostly though, he and James, who - bless his heart - was extremely busy as it was, were meant to keep Remus distracted and to avoid him getting suspicious. Luckily, Remus was even more busy than James, and was sometimes so focused on being the one doing the avoiding that he never suspected anything. 

Thankfully, as eventful the weeks around Imbolc had been, Sirius still had the most free time and the loosest schedule, so he was able to make great progress without being noticed. He even came up with a new name for their invention, the “Bespectacles”, a crasis between “bewitched” and “spectacles”. Lily’s first reaction to this was an earnest, resigned facepalm, but the term eventually caught on (James loved it, and suggested trademarking it). Lily had been feeling very guilty about the fact that she didn’t spare any time to help as much as she wished, but Sirius and James convinced her to not worry too much about it- Sirius, in particular, insisted on relinquishing all his responsibilities and to let Lily take all the credit when she’d eventually gave Remus the gift. She was sitting for NEWTS in all but two subjects, was Head Girl, and managed to keep up with all the Marauders’ shenanigans; the girl had well and truly earned it. Plus, he knew how much it meant to her. 

It was around the end of February, and Moony’s birthday was quickly approaching. Sirius, Peter, James and Lily were sitting around the Gryffindor common room fireplace, testing their first completed prototype of the Bespectacles. Sirius and Remus were in one of their rows, thus Remus was promptly avoiding all of them - Sirius was trying to suppress the frustration that boiled just under the surface of his skin. 

They were trying to figure out if the pair of glasses James was now examining worked, but it was hard, seeing none of them had any trouble reading. 

“Why me???” Peter was pleading to Lily and James. Sirius had just suggested confounding him lightly, to see if that did anything, “Why do I always have to be the one you try your experiments on?”

“It’s not our fault you’re literally a lab rat, Wormtail” Sirius snickered.

“We could try rearranging the letters of a text and see if we can read the gibberish?” James suggested. 

“The problem’s not the text, though, it’s the reading part in the brain that can’t make sense of it” Sirius explained, remembering what he’d read in his research back in first year. Muggles called it “word blindness”. 

“The potion and the spell combined should act on the person’s mind,” Lily expanded “not on the text itself. It should be as if a spell-checking quill acted on your hand instead of tidying up the writing afterwards.”

Everyone fell silent, deep in thought. They had all tried the glasses on, without any visible effect or improvement, except for James who couldn’t see anything at all, of course. They had no magnifying effect either, and so they didn’t give Sirius that dizzying feeling James’ glasses usually gave him. 

“Give here, Prongs”

James passed Sirius the Bespectacles prototype, and he put them on once again, this time studying himself in the compact mirror. 

“Merlin, Pete, could you have dug up a trendier pair?” Sirius scoffed, sarcasm dripping from each word.

“Listen, it was between this and a monocle!” The blond boy pouted in response.

“I mean, it makes sense there wouldn’t be a lot of these in the lost trunk, if people really need them they can just use a Summoning Spell.” Lily interjected, the voice of reason as always.

Sirius studied his face in the mirror. The glasses were wired-rimmed, like James’, but significantly smaller, oval, and slightly tilted upwards. The bridge was very narrow and curved, and the sidepieces wrapped all the way around his ears and dug into the tender flesh behind his lobes, where Moony's tongue would often linger. Sirius sighed.

“Still, they look dreadful.” he sentenced, forcing himself to snap out of it. Yes, he was still angry with Remus, but he simply couldn’t imagine his beautiful boyfriend’s face marred with those. He was terrified they were going to make him stop fancying him. He silently hoped that day never came, and felt his grudge untangling slightly in his stomach.

“They do look fairly ancient” James recognized, smiling to Peter as to assuage their susceptible friend. He reached for a small pile of muggle and wizard magazines that had been left on the side table next to the armchair where he and Lily were nestled, and tossed a few at Sirius and Peter, who were sitting across them. “Let’s see if there’s anything cool here”. Sirius grinned, glad to see that he and James were, as always, on the same wavelength. If they couldn’t ensure the Bespectacles worked, they at least could make sure they’d look good.

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@jilymicrofics May Prompt 1: Alcohol || 308 Words One night, 4 POVs || Installment 1 of 4

The alcohol in Peter’s system creates that dull shimmering effect on the fire that he’s so fond of. Something about how the alcohol softens the edges of himself and the world around him lulls him into a peace with the right number of drinks.

On a normal night, at least. But nights are rarely normal anymore, with the Order.

This night, for example, is anything but normal. Peter and James had been on a mission tonight—an infiltration of a suspected Death Eater safehouse—and had nearly wound up on the wrong side of some truly nasty curses. Their targets had evaded them, and after an earful from Moody, they’d returned to their flat ready to down their failure in a bottle of Ogden’s Old.

Only it didn’t just seem to be their flat anymore. Not when as soon as they walked through the door, Lily was there, flinging herself around James and fretting at every little nick. (She had made a fuss over Peter too, but it wasn’t the same).

He takes another sip from his spot in front of the fireplace, eyes darting from the dancing blur of red and yellow and orange to where Remus and Sirius sit in close armchairs, conversing in low voices, to the loveseat where James and Lily sit, curled up beside one another—whispering, kissing—and he feels his lips purse, tasting the bitterness of his drink.

He likes Lily, truly, but it was becoming more and more obvious that the four of them—Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs—weren’t really the four of them anymore. With Lily around, the group fractured—it was Lily and Prongs, Moony and Padfoot, and Wormtail. Just Wormtail.

He watches as James whispers something to Lily, and a laugh bubbles up from her before she turns and kisses him.

He finishes his drink, eyes back to the fire before him.

Just Peter.