#Potter family

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

the absolute undying love every single member of the potter family had for sirius is . sickening. especially in comparison to sirius' own family's treatment of him :(

[lilyslark]

how fitting is it that lily evans, a muggleborn witch, was the one to bring down voldemort? how fitting is it that her love invoked ancient magic, when voldemort didn’t even believe that she had the right to perform magic? how fitting is it that she vanquished his powers through her sheer love for her half-blooded son?

and she was just about the most defiant muggleborn witch imaginable. this is a girl who watched her muggleborn friends being targeted and refused to stay silent, even to her best friend. this is a girl who rejected a pureblooded boy because he was an arrogant bully. this is a girl who defended her best friend against two purebloods, but wasn’t afraid to drop him when he exposed his true bigotry. this is a girl who had the audacity to fall in love with the same pureblooded boy who had never stopped loving her. this is a girl who loved “blood traitors” and werewolves and her muggle family as much as she loved anyone else.

this is a woman who joined the order of the phoenix to fight for others like her. this is a woman who defied voldemort three times alongside her husband. this is a woman who never gave up on her muggle sister. this is a woman who loved her “blood traitor” husband and her half-blooded son with everything she had. this is a woman who was reduced to nothing more than a “silly girl” (dh 344) and a “cockroach” (dh 739) by voldemort, even as he overlooked her most powerful form of magic.

and how heartbreaking is it that the wizarding world never truly understood her impact? harry may have been their “savior”, but it was lily who brought the end of the first war. it was her love that guided harry and helped him to finally defeat the most powerful dark wizard in the world.

lily evans-potter, the unsung savior of the wizarding world.

[allysketches]

the potters, godric's hollow, 1981

okay, so this one has been sitting on my unfinished folder for literal yearsss, I’ve always wanted to redraw the potter family photo from the film with the edits fancast and I finally got around to it 🥹🤌🏻

I hadn’t posted it 'til now bc I planned to draw the background but ended up never finishing it, so I figured it was time to give it up, since besides that I quite like how the rest turned out... I had a lot of fun drawing waaaay too many details to let it go to waste (even though I’m sure most of them are almost unnoticeable lol)

[blvnk-art]

Lily, Harry and James!

[moutainrusing]

Sirius: Look, it’s my lover!

Sirius: Hello, brother.

James: You need to stop calling me those things together.

[incorrect-maraudersaandco-quotes]

After James came out

Euphemia: Careful, the plate is hot.

James: Don't worry, I'm attracted to pans, not plates.

Euphemia: 😑

Sirius: 🤦

Fleamont: 😆 [is really proud of his son's stupid dad joke]

[nyxiolls]

james has definitely tried cooking with sirius and accidentally set the entire house on fire.

euphemia potter, exasperatedly : how did this happen?

james : I tried to cook

euphemia : and?

james : we tried to cook :D

sirius : *nodding along* he tried to cook

james : WE tried to cook :>

euphemia : ...

james : ....

fleamont : *silently losing his shit*

[maluceh]

Hi! Please, could you post the James, Lily and Harry graduation art here too? It made me so emotional and I want to reblog it so bad 😭😭

here!

[mistermxxnys]

HEADCANON: James is an early riser. Lily is very much not.

[lolathestoryteller]

fatherly duties (April 25th prompt; Thrill) @jilymicrofics

“You’re staring, Lil.”

Lily startles, nearly knocking James off his feet as she spins around to face him.

“Woah,” he breathes, steadying her with his hands on her shoulders. “Just me.”

Lily frowns up at him, though she can’t completely hide the slight blush that warms her cheeks, noticing his bemused expression. “I wasn’t staring James, I was just—“

“Staring. Yeah.” James interrupts cheekily, giving her his typical lopsided grin.

“Checking.” Lily corrects him, crossing her arms. “I was just checking if he’s alright.”

James’s smirk softens at that, and is replaced by an understanding smile. “Yeah.” he says quietly, looking past her at the door to Harry’s bedroom, which stands slightly ajar. “I was about to do that, though. One of my fatherly duties.”

Lily can’t help but chuckle at his feigned displeased frown. “Oh, is it now?” she asks amusedly. “And what else, may I ask, would those fatherly duties include?”

James presses a finger to his chin, thinking. “Well…there’s telling horribly flat jokes, for one.” he muses, smirking slightly at Lily’s eye roll.

“Hm, they’re called Dad jokes, I think.” she replies, acting as though this conversation was indeed very serious.

James can hardly hold back a laugh. “Yes, yes, exactly those.” he agrees. “Oh! and there’s also, teaching him all the hidden ways around Hogwarts and—“

Lily slaps his chest. “James Potter!” she hisses quietly. “He’s gotten into more than enough trouble on his own, he definitely doesn’t need your encouragement.”

“Alright, alright.” James sighs, but in all honesty, he does agree with Lily. Hearing about Harry‘s many previous escapes has had them both feeling less than thrilled, to say the least.

“Well, I’ve got another one then,” he adds, walking up closer to the door to peak inside the moon lit room — the room that once belonged to Sirius and now hosts his son. “Protecting him, with my life.”

Lily feels her chest constricting with the entirety of the statement. “With our lives.” she corrects him quietly, leaning her head against his shoulder.

She watches Harry’s sleeping face, and tries her best not to think of the last time they’d vowed to do that — and the last time they almost did do that. And she’d do it again, in a heartbeat.

James wraps his arm around her shoulders, kissing the side of her head.

“Merlin, I’d take a hundred curses for that kid,” he says after a minute. Then, with a breathed chuckle. “Although, you know, I’d still prefer not having to bite the grass anytime soon.”

Lily smiles weakly. “You always hated to eat your greens.”

James turns his head to look down at her, an incredulous expression on his handsome face, before he suddenly bursts out laughing. “Wow.” he snorts. “Can’t believe Prefect and Head Girl Lily Evans would ever pull a pun.”

Lily giggles despite herself, reveling in this moment of quiet solitude. “Oh, she’d never,” she replies with mocked disapproval, before her lips tug into a smile. “But Lily Potter certainly would.”

She thinks James’s smile could probably light the entire bloody house. “I love you, Mrs. Potter.” he smiles, like the love struck teenager he hasn’t been in almost seventeen years.

Lily blushes, although she reckons she really shouldn’t anymore, being in her thirties and all. “I love you too, Mr. Potter.”

A slight creak to their right makes them both turn, and Lily’s blush increases, now twinged with a bit of guilt as she’s met with the confused eyes of their son.

“Dunno what’s more worth asking about,” Harry lulls tiredly, blinking against the light in the hallway. “Why you two’ve been standing in front of my bedroom for the past half hour, or what’s gotten you to giggle on about…?”

Lily bites her lip, sparing Harry a sheepish smile. “Sorry, sweetheart,” she replies genuinely. “We didn’t mean to wake you.”

“We’re just checking on you.” James adds, perhaps unnecessarily.

Lily notices the look of confusion on Harry‘s face. “Uh…right,” he replies slowly. “Checking for what?”

“To know you’re okay.” she explains gently.

Harry raises a brow, lips twitching amusedly. “I’m fine,” he chuckles. “I was asleep, you know…not much I could do that you’d have to check on.”

“It’s just a nice change,” James pipes up, clearly wanting to lighten their conversation. “You — sleeping so quietly, not scurrying around, beating your old man at quidditch.”

Harry snorts. “Yeah, well, I could still beat you, even with my eyes closed.” he retorts jokingly.

James gasps in mock appall; „In your dreams!“

Harry snickers, with that same cheeky glint in his eyes which Lily‘s seen plenty of times before, on James. “Yeah, there too.”

[lilyslark]

so marauders fandom, can we talk about the graveyard scene in gof for a second. you know, when the echoes of voldemort’s last victims emerge from his wand and speak to harry, including lily and james.

remember who else was watching that along with the other death eaters? peter.

like can you imagine what was going through this man’s head. peter barely escaped from sirius and remus, and only because harry had spared him. he OWED harry, but he sold him to voldemort anyway, just like he’d done to james and lily. he spent the entire year helping voldemort to kidnap harry. he lured harry to that graveyard, killed cedric in front of him, tied him up, and watched as he was humiliated and tortured in front of a crowd. this little carbon copy of james with lily’s eyes, staring at him in terror. he actively worked to undo their sacrifice.

and then just when peter thought that harry was about to meet the same fate as his parents, peter saw the echoes of his best friends emerge from voldemort’s wand. he watched them save their son once again, despite his betrayal. he knew that sirius and remus were still out there and would find out what he’d done. he finally realized that he would never be safe from any of them, dead or alive.

can you imagine the guilt. the terror. the paranoia. they were going to haunt him until it killed him.

and didn’t it?

[hitmewithsomebooks]

I feel like James Potter would secretly be like actually rlly smart and cultured

Like he’s from this rich family and I think Effie and Monty would make sure he had experienced and learned a diverse set of skills

They let him choose what but make sure he does productive things / good experiences

[elyonblackstar]

Time to prepare for Christmas 🎄🎁🌟🍪❄️

[moutainrusing]

explore

383 words, @wolfstarmicrofic

James’s parents (whom Sirius should apparently call his parents too) had one specific word which was their favourite piece of advice.

If Sirius was bored, and he asked Mr Potter — sorry, his dad — what to do, he’d say, “Go explore.”

Or if he wasn’t sure how something worked, and he asked Mrs Potter — sorry, his mum — to explain, she’d say, “Explore it first.”

When he told James that his parents — sorry, their parents — had the shortest, most unhelpful advice Sirius ever had the misfortune of hearing (honestly, it was less informative than Dumbledore’s cryptic speeches), James burst out laughing.

After he caught his breath, he eventually, and unhelpfully replied, “It does help. Eventually. Just explore.”

Sirius wanted to bang his head against a table and have it absorb him until he was part of the wood too, away from this ‘exploring’ rubbish. What was he supposed to explore? And how did one explore?

But then Remus visited for a week, and the word ‘explore’ began to slowly resonate with Sirius.

Because Remus had a range of new scars, and Sirius needed to repetitively triple check that he wasn’t hurt and everything was okay and that next full moon, Sirius would be with him. He wanted to explore every one of Remus’s emotions, learn his pain, trace his scars and find out where they led… It was all because of his family. Constantly using the damn word ‘explore’. It was clearly getting to him.

Although it happened again, while Remus was reading one of his precious books. Sirius wanted to know what was so captivating about words on a piece of paper, so he lay on his stomach with his head propped up on his elbows in front of a cross-legged Remus, and demanded he relay the story. He wanted to memorise the letters Remus scrupulously ran his fingers along, wanted to be those letters, treated with such care and reverence… Just. Explore all the places Remus went.

Then when Remus looked at him with intense, passionate light dancing in his eyes, Sirius wanted to dive into those swirling irises, and when Remus looked at him like that, Sirius wanted to question their relationship, pry it open like a baby rose bud, because were they friends? Or could they be more? Could they explore?

[bananacat890203]

『 We Never Left. 』

[incorrect-maraudersaandco-quotes]

11 years old James: I drink to forget, but I always remember

Fleamont: You're drinking apple juice buddy