#Sirius Black centric

[c-m-li-s-fanfic-corner]

So You Wanna Start a War?

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Chapters: 1/13

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Arcturus Black III | Sirius Black's Grandfather & Sirius Black, Arcturus Black III | Sirius Black's Grandfather/Melania Macmillan Black, Sirius Black & James Potter, Sirius Black & Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin, Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Sirius Black/Dorcas Meadowes, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Remus Lupin & James Potter, Remus Lupin/Original Male Character(s), Alphard Black/Original Male Character(s), Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy

Characters: Sirius Black, Arcturus Black III | Sirius Black's Grandfather, Melania Macmillan Black, Lucretia Black Prewett, Ignatius Prewett, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Remus Lupin, Regulus Black, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Alphard Black, Cygnus Black III | Walburga Black's Brother, Druella Rosier Black, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Andromeda Black Tonks, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Ragnok (Harry Potter), Original Goblin Character(s), Minerva McGonagall, Abraxas Malfoy

Additional Tags: Marauders Era (Harry Potter), The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Bad Parent Walburga Black, Bad Parent Orion Black, Child Abuse, Attempted Murder, Torture, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Bad Friend Peter Pettigrew, magical politics, Racism, Magical and Muggle, Desi James Potter, Interracial Relationship, Magical Lineages, Magical Nobility, Noble Houses actually mean something, Animagus Sirius Black, Animagus James Potter, Werewolf Remus Lupin, Trans Male Character, Panic Attacks, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Male-Female Friendship, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, BAMF Sirius Black, BAMF James Potter, Attempted Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Drug Use, potions counts as drugs right?

Series: Part 1 of In the Age of Icons

Summary:

When Sirius Black ran from his parents at sixteen, he didn't run to his best friend. Instead, he ran to his grandfather, Arcturus Black.

As the Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Arcturus Black has a great deal of say in what happens next.

See below for my casting choices:

[fresiants]

Chapter 2 is up!

Title - Finding His Perfect Ending

Chapter - 2/?

Fandom - Harry Potter

Relationship - Sirius Black/Severus Snape

Rating - Mature

Additional Tags -  Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It, Time Travel, Bottom Severus Snape, Top Sirius Black, Afterlife, Minor James Potter/Severus Snape, Enemies to Lovers, Severus Snape Needs a Hug, Sirius Black-centric, Slow Burn, REALLY slow, Minor Regulus Black/Remus Lupin

Summary - "I want to fix everything."

Sirius is determined to right all of his wrongs from his past life. But wait... befriending Snape was not part of the plan.

[notquitekenough]

I kinda had this headcanon that most people saw Peter as such a non-threat that they accidentally made him the biggest gossip to ever exist, but because he doesn't talk much (selective mutism hc) he made a journal of everyones secrets to get it all out of his head.

   Peter Oliver Pettigrew kept many secrets. Nothing detrimental of course, he wasn't plotting against anyone or practicing dark arts, but he kept his true self close. He let himself fall into the background, be unnoticeable, easily forgotten. That way nobody questioned him on who exactly he was, not that they'd want to anyways... forgotten.

      In fact that's what he was right now, sitting in the park by himself dispite coming to Hogsmeade with three friends, forgotten. Damnit now he's thinking about it, I mean are they really his friends when they do this so often? Do they even like him? What if they're planning another prank on him? He still hadn't forgotten the last one, he took an hour trying to put his socks back in the right pairs. What if it's worse? Stop thinking about it. You have to stop it Peter! Remember what your therapist said, try to let it leave you. Focus on something else, anything else. Look at the people around. All having fun with their friends, no. Shit. Not helping. The nature maybe? The trees are nice, right? James' Dad helped plant a few of them in this park, if James were here he'd say that himself. Instead he's off with Lily, trying to impress her or some shit like he's done for the past 5 years. Peter's known him for longer, why doesn't he take priority sometimes? Tears well up in the corners of his eyes. Why don't his friends want him? No. Stop it. What even started this? Why do these thoughts keep coming up? What was he talking about? Oh yeah, secrets... Peter keeping secrets, that's what this was. Merlin, that got out of hand. Peter pulls his journal from his bag, a suggestion from his therapist, 'Write down whatever you feel you can, Peter, you have to let all those secrets out somewhere.' He starts writing.

     ~The secrets we keep~

Read before Continuing: This journal is to be read by no soul other than myself, Peter Oliver Pettigrew. If you are not me and you continue beyond this page you may consider yourself signed up for the worst hexxing of your life. I've been practicing. Be warned now that everything in this journal is entirely, extremely, irrefutably private. The information beyond this point is not meant to be shared and will therefore stay between Peter Oliver Pettigrew and himself alone. James & Sirius, put down my journal right now... please.

Is this worth continuing/ posting on Ao3? Idk.

[mourningliliesmorningglories]

“Passed Alger Brook Road, I'm over the bridge.”

Remus never thought he’d be sitting on this train once more. In this moment, he’s 14 again. The hills roll by and if he closes his eyes, imagines just hard enough, he can still hear the clamouring and giggling that used to belong here. The train is empty, save for Remus, a special trip just for him. In the worst way, this is all too familiar. Like the trunk remembers the axe, Remus can’t help but feel he is gently travelling towards a terrible thing.

“A minute from home but I feel so far from it.”

Remus had lived in London for so long that the Welsh had been bleached out of his accent. Hope and Lyall were long gone, finally resting. And Remus was alone. Home had always been where his heart had lived. Never Wales though, never a place, always a person. Cariad. Cariad. Cariad. With every beat of his heart, Remus knows where home is. He thinks of James and Lily and Harry. He thinks of a home that once belonged to them.

“The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin.”

He thinks of a home that belongs to him, of a basement with a torn up mattress and a master bedroom with a leather jacket hanging on the back of the chair. Remus could never understand how people could one day lock a door and never open it again. Until he did. Slowly, the cottage grew to be too much, bore a weight so goddamn heavy that Remus shouldered it all. That house held the three people he loved, “love” his mind corrects him. He wonders whether in 11 years of solitude, that house too, would be reluctant to see him again.

“It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again.”

In a way, only Remus could understand why James and Lily had to die. Unfortunately, there is always a greater good. There is always someone, ‘something’ his mind hisses, greater than him. The rage is dormant now. The war is over. Remus knows loss incredibly well, walks hand in hand with her most days. Instinctively, he tightens his grip on his thigh. It serves as a reminder. You survived the war. You lost everyone you love. You are real. You are neither punished nor the punisher. Not anymore.

“The things that I lost here, the people I knew.”

Remus takes a walk along the length of the train. Nostalgia’s sake and all that. The open compartment doors rattle gently and the seats are vacant. For some reason, Remus half expected to run into a brick wall at King’s Cross. He doesn’t know how to exist in this space again, how to walk the halls of the castle without feeling like a ghost instead. Mostly, Remus doesn’t know how he could look into James’ faces and Lily’s eyes again, and see them on someone else.

“They got me surrounded for a mile or two.”

Logically, he knows “No.” is as good an answer as any. He made sure that there were no more favours, no more secrets. Remus knows that from 11, the castle cared for him. He also knows that care and respect go hand in hand. He has no debt to the castle but he does have duty to fulfil. For every man who obeys his duty, there is another who cannot. A prison cell briefly flashes in his mind, then a cupboard under stairs, then a set of silver handcuffs.

“The car's in reverse, I'm grippin' the wheel.”

The train shudders and stops. The sky is dark. Remus’ eyes are closed. He inhales deeply and lets muscle memory take over. His steps now echo down the empty train carriages. He is just as tall as the last time he stood here. This time, he leaves behind four giggling boys. He leaves behind the weight of a head in his lap. The image is superimposed into his eyelids. Remus hopes that everything that ever existed still exists in moments, even though we don’t get them back. The doors slide open and he steps onto the platform.

“I'm back between villages and everything's still.”

For the second time in his life, Remus John Lupin has the sudden and crashing realisation that he is totally and utterly alone.

[loserboyfriendrjl]

“are we telling him?”

“fuck, no.”

“jealous, prongs?”

a snort. “no, obviously not, it’s just that—”

“i’m trying to sleep,” remus moaned.

“he’s alive!” james exclaimed, throwing his arms up and wrapping them around remus, which earned him a wince. “sorry, mate.”

he finally opened his bleary eyes and found himself where he usually resided after the full moon; his friends were looking at his expectantly, and remus suddenly felt horribly naked, which he wasn’t, but having someone (or, rather, a specific someone) look at him like that had that effect of him. he wasn’t exactly drawn to the idea of someone seeing him in such a state.

“tell me what?” he asked, bringing up a bandaged wrist to his eyes, trying (rather unsuccessfully) to rub the sleep away from him eyes.

“ah, well,” sirius said, grinning, “a certain prefect stopped by to wish you a speedy recovery and,” he scratched his chin, his eyes sleepy, too, ““all her best”.”

lily, then. well, something worse could have happened. like him slaughtering someone in cold blood. or sirius, james and peter having been caught by madam pomfrey in the shack. or snape coming to the hospital wing and prancing around smugly, glaring at remus as if he could open his skull and read his secret off from there in big, bold letters.

“oh,” was what he answered with, accompanied with a smile. “well, if you see her, tell her i said thanks.”

“prongs will see her, all right,” sirius grinned; remus earned a questioning eyebrow.

peter cackled, which earned him a smack from james. “well, you see, as you might know, our dear friend’s a head boy now.”

remus rolled his eyes. “really? it’s not like you wrote to me first thing after finding out.”

“yeah, well. he apparently ran into evans before duties yesterday, or more like went on the same route and bumped into each other. and scored himself a date with her next hogsmeade weekend, since this one she’s on duties with sluggy. or the slug club. whatever.”

“what!?” remus demanded, a little bit too loudly, which he immediately regretted, for his voice was hoarse. he looked around for madam pomfrey, trying to see if she would berate him for his outburst, yet she didn’t. “what!?” he asked, again, a little bit more quietly.

sirius nodded, lounging in his chair at ease. “prongs is finally a big man. aren’t you?” he patted james’ cheek affectionately. “peter earned himself a detention for that weekend, so i guess it’ll be just the two of us them. fancy calling a date?” he asked, grinning.

remus hoped his face hadn’t turned as red as he felt it would, once his cheeks and ears heated up. he and sirius were… complicated. by complicated, he meant snogging behind their friends’ backs whenever they had a spare moment, yet nothing more. however, something had shifted in their dynamic, and it felt like a bleeding wound. remus wanted to press his fingers to it, to get an explanation before there would be nothing left of them. why was he thinking of wound-blood metaphors? what the fuck.

“sure,” he beamed, grabbing a chocolate frog off the nightstand. “date, then.”

[aniwahstan]

1999 muggle AU

A Jegulus reunion: how Regulus Black ended up having positively filthy reunion s*x to the tune of Third Eye Blind

(Fic)

James finally shakes himself from delusion, and is the first to step toward Regulus. He doesn’t say hello, or ask what he is doing here. He doesn’t ask if he’s back for good, or when he arrived. James wraps his arms around Regulus’ lower back and hauls him off his feet, using one arm to wrap under his leg, forcing him to open his thighs and lock his legs around James’ back.

Once Regulus is secure in his grip, James walks him into the kitchen and away from prying eyes. He pauses there, letting Regulus support himself on the counter and kisses him. It’s quite frantic - how their hands grab for every inch of skin on the other. It doesn’t take long before their noises pull snide comments from the living room.

“Yeah, it’s not like any of us haven’t seen Reggie in months either. Not like he’s my brother. Go ahead, have him all to yourself, you selfish prick!”

James laughs against Regulus' mouth and picks him back up. He takes him down the hall, and sets him down just inside the door to his room. Before closing the door, he flips Sirius a middle finger for the comment and slams the door closed, locking it for good measure.

They spend a solid hour in bed. Or rather, on the bed. Because neither of them had the patience to get under the covers before ripping each other’s clothes clean off. James did have the good sense to pause long enough to throw in the first CD he could find and turn the knob up to maximum volume so they could be loud without more reprimand. And that is how Regulus Black ended up having positively filthy reunion s*x to the awful tune of Third Eye Blind.

Art by amazing @industrations ❤️

[hyperfocuscentre]

does anyone have any prank fics from remus’ perspective? i love a good sirius focused prank fic but sometimes they overly villainise remus and it gets a tad frustrating.

[norry-yippee]

This is just a little snippet of my fic since it will be a while till it’s out

inventing something together-hehenorahhehe

"That was hilariously stupid." Dorcas laughs.

"Whatever. You gonna tell me what's going on between you and Marlene." That shit her up real quick.

"She is an annoying moron." She shrugs.

"Who you fancy."

"Regulus, how many times do I have it say this. We aren't primary school children, I don't 'fancy' anyone." She uses air quotes. Regulus rolls his eyes, Cassie has always been very stubborn. And for Regulus to think that someone must be very stubborn.

"I don't know what you want me to say."

"Cas, I am saying this with all the love in my heart I have grown for you. I see the way you look at her.

“Cas, I am saying this with all the love in my heart I have grown for you. I see the way you look at her. I see your eyes, the way they are intently fixed on each other. You may think she is annoying, she is, but there is something else in there, I know it. I’m not an expert in romantic feelings, im actually pretty shit at it. But the way you look at her, the sheer desperation in your eyes. She might as well be sleep to the restless. I’m not telling you to show up with a boom box and confess your love. But please think about it, I have a feeling she feels a similar way to you.” He isn’t sure is she was actually listening, her eyes are blank and her mouth in a straight line.

“Cassie?”

“Fuck.” She whispers. “Damn it, Reggie. That was beautiful.” A sign escapes her.

“Well I’m not just beauty, I’ve got brains too.” She laughs and shoves him.

“You’re also entirely right, goddamn it. What do I do now?”

“I don’t know, talk to her, flirt a little. She has feelings for you too.”

“No she doesn’t.”

“Yes she does.”

“How do you know?” She counters.

“Yesterday, when you were braiding that little girls hair, Lizzie? She was watching so intently, there were stars in her eyes. It was the picture of romance. And I should know, I get paid to paint romance.” He shrugs and her eyes go a bit wide. “I’ll leave you to this.” He pats her shoulder and walks over back to his cabin.

[les-fleurrs-du-mal]

Masterlist

Heyy. I've not used tumblr since I was in my early 20s, so just getting back into now to promote my writing! I've been writing since I was 15 and took a very long break from it until quite recently.

I write Regulus Black and Sirius Black-centric fics, as well as the Black Sisters. I like to read fics too, so always open to recommendations to enjoy, and can provide feedback/constructive criticism if any is wanted!

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works

Cracks [work in progress] / regulus black x original muggle character / enemies-to lovers

Flora, the muggle half-sister of protective older brother Remus Lupin, is hidden away during the First Wizarding War for fear of werewolf attacks. It seems things cannot possibly get worse until Regulus Black, who has deviated from the fold of Death Eaters, also needs somewhere to hide.

Forced together by circumstance, their relationship is rocky from the start, but Flora won't be daunted by Regulus' arrogance and unpleasant airs. As they both slowly overcome their dislike of one another, mutual respect and understanding begin to grow, and their feelings start to shift from mere affection to something deeper and more profound.

Black Heart [work in progress, but very slow updates] / bellatrix lestrange au

Odile Lestrange, the only child of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, has grown up with Regulus and always had a very close relationship with him. At the age of twelve, Odile finds herself betrothed to her elder cousin Sirius - until he runs away, at least. Then the burden falls to Regulus. As time goes on, and they grow up amid a war in which both are expected to serve, their relationship becomes increasingly complicated and more convoluted, with layers of lies, secrets, resentment, and love.

Le Cygne [completed] narcissa malfoy x original muggle character / F/F

Eira is a Muggle newly married to Sirius Black when he is arrested for a crime he didn't commit. A dark story unravels as Eira is forced into servitude for the Malfoy family and begins an encounter of hopeless infatuation with Narcissa Malfoy, the proud and beautiful wife of Lucius, in an unexpected, devastating way.

[vellichorbindery]

Cover art by the talented, beautiful creature @evyltalks for my newest wip. My friend got me a commission with Evyl as a Christmas gift and I knew instantly I wanted to see her take on the Black brothers from my fic. I literally cried when I first saw this piece. Evyl, you absolutely blew me away with this, my heart is SO full, THANK YOU!! 🫶🏼💖🖤

This story has been running around in my head since this summer and I’m so ready to share it. I’ll be posting one chapter at a time with 10 chapters total.

The Black brothers are so fucking special to me and this fic is me pouring a bit of my soul & relationship with my older sis into it (she’s my best friend) and the Sirius to my Regulus.

Chapter 1 coming 12/23 ✨

[yallthemwitches]

Plan to finish my Jily, Remus POV through the years one shot today (its v cute and Remus/Lily friendship heavy) and then work on Catch the Wind ch. 15 because I left it on a sorta cliffhanger

buuuuuuttt....wanna cast out a line for a sec

idk...I just...was feeling like writing one? It's still rolling in my brain but wanted to read the room a bit first....

[ashesandhackles]

Fic recs

Other Women and of Purer Blood by @saintsenara

Summary: Narcissa is adrift, rattling around Malfoy Manor, when an equally lonely man comes into her lonely life.

Thoughts: I have been wanting a story that contextualises the sexual charge and familiarity we see between Snape and Narcissa in Spinner's End for ages (canon compliant, that is) and this story is a lovely backstory to that. It also captures Snape in transition: Snape still ironing out his northern accent, how his movements are still spider-like. He is in the process of becoming the adult Snape we see in canon: whose speeches are a performance, and how he irons out the awkwardness of his movements in adulthood.

Excerpt:

Snape looks completely wrong in the flowery bower where Dobby has set out tea. His sallow awkwardness seems to repel the summer, even though Narcissa suspects he must be baking in his layers of shabby black robes. 

He doesn’t have the fine manners of the sort of person who normally comes to tea with the Malfoys. He eats quickly, and slurps his tea, and looks at the cakes with the greedy eyes of a boy who isn’t used to treats. Lucius would be disgusted, to have a greasy half-blood at his table spraying crumbs everywhere. She imagines the expression of horrified confusion on his pointy face and giggles.

Snape immediately goes scarlet and puts down his tea-cup.

In Infinite Remorse of Soul by @perverse-idyll

Summary: Albus Dumbledore never makes the same mistake twice. Certainly not in love.

Thoughts: My very first Snumbledore, which is a frightening meditation on the very vast power dynamics between Snape and Dumbledore from the hilltop scene in Deathly Hallows and expanding the very personal reaction Dumbledore had towards the wayward young Death Eater. Perverse Idyll is among the best writers in the fandom, brimming with words and fantastic imagery that just stays with you.

Excerpt:

"My boy," Albus says almost kindly, because kindness is something that mystifies his young servant. Severus' eyes dart upwards, apprehensive, accusing, and Albus can see the darkness inside the boy clawing to reach him. Guilt calling to guilt.

The moment quivers and thins until he judges that Severus has had enough and is about to rebel. A harsh rasp draws his attention. He looks down at the bruised, blackened fingernail scraping across stone.

"My boy," he sighs. "You never fail to disgust me."

The ritual word strikes Severus down. His obstinate body shrinks, wings of hair flapping forward to shut his scowling face from view.

To Build A Home by @mblematic

Summary: 1978-1981: Sirius stumbles on something in the woods, Sirius and Remus stumble into each other, everyone stumbles into the war.

Thoughts: First War hijinks, dysfunctional Wolfstar - I was fed! I cannot rave enough about the gorgeous, subtle writing of relationships (the author really captures this raw, visceral vulnerability between two friends who are attracted to each other and how it explodes in heightened tension of war) and there is some fantastic world building and mirroring. Excerpt: Later, Sirius would remember almost everything from this night with crystal clarity except the sky, which in reality was clouded but in his memory would be open, star-studded, expansive and unknowable as the future. He’d remember, correctly, that the wolf was different than it had been at Hogwarts. He’d remember the restless, brutal, snarling fury, all of it undercut with a fear so intense it had its own meaty weight. The night took Sirius by surprise and he spent the whole long stretch of it trying to put himself back on track, trying to reacquaint himself with the wolf, and trying to convince them both that they remembered each other. At one point he found himself literally between Remus’ jaws, helpless and pliant, mewling like a supplicant. This, too, he would remember for the rest of his life. 

Second Life by Cassandra, nwhiker Summary: What happens when two men are given a second chance.

Thoughts: I finally got around to reading one of the most recommended Snirius fics out there. Beautiful, understated, deeply emotional - the authors take you on a journey with the two of them post war. It also feels....old?? As in, the kind of perspective this fic has is the perspective of someone in late 30s (which both Snape and Sirius are in this fic, post war). There is a fragile, "who else will understand what our generation went through?" running through the vein of this fic.

Excerpt:

It was like walking into a tiny garden in the tropics, and he was reminded of some of the places he'd visited while on the run after his escape from Azkaban. There were hundreds of plants, most of them unfamiliar, and a large table was filled with orchids. There was a tree, which turned out to be a frangipani, its white flowers soft and sweet. A delicate white flower with an exquisite fragrance that Snape said was bouvardia. Along one wall were plants Sirius recognised from Potions classes, wolfsbane and asphodel, wormwood and sopohorous, a shrivelfig tree, and others he'd seen but didn't know the names of.

"I'm not supposed to have them," Snape said.

Sirius turned to him. Snape was staring down an orchid, brushing planting mix from the edge of its pot.

Al Aaraaf by eldritcher

Summary: There is a place between heaven and hell.

Thoughts: An unsettling, poetic horror fic featuring a grieving Walburga Black. The whole fic is structured like a poem, with rhythm and repetition and metaphor shining through.

Excerpt:

He had her face. He had her scowl. He had her loathsome, loathing heart that mourned and loved. Hell dwelled in him, as a warm and heartful thing calved of mother.

The last of earth's make she held was son. His hands were placed in prayerful clasp over her belly.

The lamb in her was of Tartary, born of son fed and killed with milk and honey, birthed of widow's mourning.

"It is all right," Sirius said, and held her to him as if she weren't damned.

Runaway Boys by Delphi

Summary: Severus dreams of pirates, and Lily closes the nursery window. Thoughts: I'm not sure if I have recommended this fic before, but I am recommending it again, just in case. This is a wonderfully strange coming of age, a tale of puberty told in dreams/ fantasies featuring Snape and Captain Hook. Excerpt:

"Severus S—" He cuts himself off and then tentatively amends: "Prince. Severus Prince."

It's a better name, he's decided. His new friends at school know the Princes, but they've never heard of any Snapes.

"That is a fine name, Mr. Prince," the man says. "As for me, I am Captain James Hook."

A large hand extends into the branches, and after a moment, Severus carefully leans down and shakes it.

"Pleased to meet you," Severus says.

"Are those friends of yours?" the captain asks, nodding towards the neighbouring island, where the boys are now riding wild ponies bareback, jousting with each other using lances made of hollow reeds.

Severus shrugs. Of course, he thinks, the man would rather know them.

Note: Please check the pairings and tags in each of these fics and keep in mind your own triggers :)

[ziggystrdust]

HERE!

*throws secret relationship dorlene, enemies to lovers jegulus, hookup (with bad intentions) to lovers wolfstar, friends to lovers marylily and healing rosekiller at you very fast and then runs away*

[inkpot-winters]

sorry i haven't been that active on tumblr i've been having breakdowns over the lack of james potter centric fics

[flowerpottlady]

A Turning Point

Chapter 5

He looked around the table, meeting Sirius’ earnest eyes, apprehension was written all over Peter, and with an approving nod from Remus. James ran head first, “lads, you cannot repeat this to anyone.” And that was the Marauder’s oath, they all knew it, whenever someone uttered those words they would take the secret to the grave.

“We were with Dumbledore yesterday.”

There was a heavy silence for a moment, Remus broke the tension, eyebrows high on his forehead. “Kinky.”

James chuckled, relief flooding him, “thanks for that Moony.”

Silence again, and then Sirius took the serious route, “so… you met with Dumbledore yesterday?”

Read chapter 5 here

Start from the beginning

[iurissi]

hey! i wrote this series, im currently still adding too. (all the published works in it are complete.) the first two are basically general platonic barty and james interaction and stuff

the third tho is very pre-killerchaser

all are writen in barty's pov. so if your looking for barty centric fics then these are for you!