#a tiny bit of harry

[slytherinsnekxvii]

let's say snape did ask voldemort to spare harry potter, and, by some miracle, doesn't get cursed on the spot. what then?

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches..." the hag hisses in Severus' memories, dragged to the forefront of his mind by the Dark Lord's consuming, imposing power. "Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies..."

He stumbles backward as the Dark Lord releases him, jabs a heel into the ground to force his body into stillness. The contact is good, grounding. He is here for a purpose, and he will not make a fool of himself before the Dark Lord.

"I know of the prophecy already, Severus," the Dark Lord says, patiently. Indulgently, really, and it is glorious. To be treated with this level of respect by the Dark Lord himself... Mulciber must be eating his hat, and Potter, Black and their little pets rolling in the graves that surely awaited them. "Your having delivered it to me is the reason I have deigned to offer you both my Mark and your choice of reward."

"Of course, my Lord," Severus says, "and I thank you for both."

He flexes his arm at his side, already branded by skull and snake, half scabbed-over, before bending at the waist in a deep bow.

"Rise," the Dark Lord tells him, and Severus catches the amusement in his tone. "Lucius tells me you have great potential, and I believe you will be... most useful to me."

"Thank you, my Lord," Severus says, reverently, and squashes any further daydreams of spitting on pureblood ponces and grinding headstones beneath his boots. He needs to be clear-headed for this. He hardly presumes to be indispensable, but the Dark Lord has named him useful, has promised him a reward. This opportunity, this sort of power, the sort of respect that he would be able to command as one of the Dark Lord's trusted and used... it cannot—must not—be squandered.

"Have you chosen, Severus? Money, glory? Women, perhaps... no. You look above such things, do you not?" The Dark Lord's face twisted at that, a fleeting smirk setting itself across his unsettling features. "Ah. Knowledge is what tempts you... yes. Unadulterated, uncensored knowledge. You could have the contents of the most coveted Dark Arts libraries in your hands. Power the likes of which most people could never dream of. What will you ask of me, Severus?"

His tongue itches to answer, but the Dark Lord continues.

"I do not make a habit of granting requests such as these. Your brethren who have earned the privilege have asked for banal, plebian things or they have pandered to me with silly trinkets and petty refusals. Will you follow in their footsteps? What will you ask of me, Severus?"

The Dark Lord lowers his gaze, ever-so-gentle, presses into Severus' mind once more. A smile flits across his face as he skims through each layer of thought, memory and consciousness, tugging and pulling as he chooses. He snags something, holds tight to it, and Severus is overcome by pure, blinding rage as his life, shown in flashes of humiliation, pain, anger, anger, embarrassment, injustice, so much anger, plays out before him.

"Revenge. Yes, that must be it. You want them to pay for what they've done," the Dark Lord. "That filthy Muggle father of yours, those disgusting blood traitors, yes, all of them will pay. Is that what you would ask of me, Severus?"

The Dark Lord holds his mind in a vice grip, tight, harsh, painful. Had it been a physical hold, Severus would no doubt have been nearly to his knees at this point, gasping for air, begging and prodding at his Lord's arms to allow him to go free. It is entirely within his own mind, however, and with regards to Occlumency, Severus is particularly resilient. As the Dark Lord pries and clutches, his eerie red gaze fixed on Severus' own black stare, he calls to his mouth the words he will answer with, but is silenced before he can speak them.

"No. Their blood would be wasted on you. I could make you—no. No matter," the Dark Lord says, releasing him once more with all the gentleness of a hard shove. "This, you may consider a gift. I will impart to you a secret, Severus, for you have granted me the information which makes this particular endeavour possible. I am going to Godric's Hollow tonight, and I will destroy the creature that Albus Dumbledore presumes will vanquish me."

"God—"

"Silence, Severus. This to to your benefit, you understand. The child must die, of course, but that filthy blood traitor Potter—I will kill him, and through me, you may have your revenge, and thus, you will be free to ask for what else your heart desires."

His head spins, and the Dark Lord cares not, fixing him with a burning red gaze that grows ever impatient.

"What will you ask of me, Severus?"

He can think of a million things he wants, a thousand things that would catapult him into the life he wanted, without having to claw his up from beneath everyone else's feet.

Power, for one. Respect, esteem, the Dark Lord's favour.

He could ask for any of them, he knows which of them he would choose.

The memories crowd his mind, though, unbidden, shaken free by the Dark Lord's rough handling of his innermost thoughts, his mentioning of Godric's Hollow. He doesn't even need to close his eyes to see her. Lily, laying on the grass beside him. Lily, sitting next to him in the Library, laughing over something or other as they breeze through their Potions homework. Lily, turning him away at the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room. Lily, turning her back on him for James fucking Potter and his band of assholes.

Another thought chases them, even more unwanted and unexpected than its predecessors—Lily, body broken and cold, dead on the floor of her home between her husband and child, because of course, of course, she would throw herself between her family—James bloody Potter and his fucking spawn—and the Dark Lord himself.

He cannot ask for her life.

It would be madness. Folly. An impossible request that would follow him for the rest of his time in the Dark Lord's service. He will not squander this opportunity, he will not ruin this for himself as so many things have been ruined before, he will not lose his only chance—

The Dark Lord looks at him, and Severus anticipates the rustling, the grip of thought on his mind and quickly, quietly buries it all, as he blurts, "Lily."

Severus Snape is a fool.

The Dark Lord knows this now. He must.

"You desire... the girl?" the Dark Lord asks.

Severus must be an imbecile. A thrice-damned, hellbound, cotton-brained dunderhead.

"Very well," the Dark Lord muses. "It would be a fitting addition to your revenge. From what I have been told, she was your Mudblood first, was she not?"

Severus nods, mute.

His?

Never. Not really.

"I shall spare her life, and you will have her."

"Thank you, my Lord," Severus rasps, the words bubbling up through a dry, dusty throat, and automatically falls into a bow. He is a fool. "You are too kind."

"Kind..." the Dark Lord rolls the word around his mouth, and spits it as though it is particularly vile. "Hardly. It is only what you deserve."

"Thank you, my Lord." Severus says, and turns to leave.

"You were not dismissed, Severus," he says, and Severus turns back, immediately.

"I'm so—"

"No matter, and straighten up. Tell me, Severus. You think me kind?"

He swallows. "My lord is most generous—"

The Dark Lord stops him, regards him with what little humanity remains in his gaze. Laughs.

Severus stiffens, the hairs on the back of his neck raising at the grating sound.

"Join me. Tonight. You will further prove your usefulness, and kill James Potter yourself. I will spare your precious Mudblood her life."

His stomach rolls in protest at the thought, conflicting thoughts flying through his mind, a cacophony of "She already thinks the worst of you," playing against a backdrop of Lily Potter cradling the bodies of her dead husband and son. Guilt wells up in his throat, swimming up his oesophagus just the same as bile, and he says, "Yes, my lord. Thank you, my Lord."

Petty refusal, the Dark Lord had said, but such was never an option. Severus had sold his soul, and the devil does not bargain. In exchange for Lily Potter's life, he must kill her husband and give up any hope of ever being a good man in her eyes, and the Dark Lord knows it.

Kind, Severus had said. A foolish notion.

They enter Godric's Hollow that night with a bang. Quite literally. The Dark Lord laughs in the face of their wards, and Severus surveys them with pity, and mild disgust. Were they meant to be found? Then, the Dark Lord crows about having their Secret Keeper under his thumb, and the Potters' lack of security becomes an afterthought to betrayal and lies and a sick sense of satisfaction that the Marauders had fallen apart, after all.

The Dark Lord gestures, and even through the smoke, Severus' aim is impeccable. His wand arm raises, and hatred is on his tongue, propelled by years of humiliation and pain, the memories of hanging pantsless above the Black Lake and watching Lily Evans on James Potter's arm, and then, dragging up truly Unforgivable magic behind them. He's already mouthing the Avada behind his mask when the green light floods the room and the Dark Lord finishes Severus' sentence for him.

James Potter's body drops to the ground and as Severus sees the Dark Lord standing triumphant, wand held high, he knows that Potter was never his to kill. The Dark Lord gave, and the Dark Lord took away. Generosity? A pathetic trait to attribute to him.

"Stand aside, girl," he rasps, and Severus' neck jerks. Lily stands between them and the crib, tears already welling in her eyes as she looks frantically between them and James fucking Potter.

The vision plays behind his eyes again, Lily, sobbing, crying, bereft.

Her husband has died and she will not stand aside. Severus knows it. If it will save her son's life, she will sacrifice herself over and over again.

"Stand aside," the Dark Lord commands, again, and he raises his wand to kill her, if not to toss her aside and Severus, because he is a fucking fool, who cannot stand to watch the girl who was once his best friend die, interrupts.

"The child, my Lord," he rasps, and hopes in his heart that if he does not succeed in convincing his master that they are both deserving of life, she will take the brat and run.

"It must die!" the Dark Lord screams, and Lily does not run, she scrambles to the crib, clutches the child to her breast.

"It has power—" he tries, but the Dark Lord will not be reasoned with.

"To vanquish me! It is—" the Dark Lord hisses, wand raised.

"A weapon!" Severus cries, and damns the boy as he has damned himself. "To use against Dumbledore, if he has power to vanquish you, he can be used against—"

"Dumbledore."

It is this that gets through to him, but he does not lower his wand. He flicks it, deliberately, as harshly as he does anything and the child comes speeding into his arms, wailing ever louder. Lily dashes after him, but a deliberate swish of the Dark Lord's wand sends her careening into Severus instead.

He looks into the brat's face, and Severus' breath catches in his throat as twin emerald gazes announce their upset.

Lily's is trained on him as she struggles in his grip, and he needs her to stop, stop fighting, stop kicking, stop making herself a fucking target, so he says, quickly, quietly, harshly, "He'll kill you both if you don't stop."

The baby stares defiantly at the Dark Lord, wailing and screaming as much as he dares. He lowers his wand. Lily stops struggling.

"Yes. You... you can be used. Dumbledore believes that you will be my downfall... but not if you are raised under my hand."

He laughs again, and the sound nearly sets Lily to fighting afresh. Severus clutches her tighter, and the Dark Lord turns to look at him again. "Come."

[kizzer55555]

DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter. 

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge. 

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game. 

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely). 

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

[frodolives]

Only 27 when he went through most of that… if anybody should have been at the club it should have been him

[onehundredflamingos]

8 / puddle / 183 words

Unofficial jegulus microfics with @emlovessid

Harry was five when James and Regulus got married.

It was a long time coming, really, Regulus and James constantly weaving in and out of each other's hearts and lives since they were teenagers, but either way—they waited until their mid-twenties to make it official.

The ceremony was beautiful, in a large courtyard with flowers everywhere, their friends and family in elegant, high back chairs and Harry as their ring bearer.

James felt his heart swell twice its size as he said I do, Harry beaming at him as he held the two rings aloft for both of his dads to grab and exchange, Regulus whispering grand hopes and beautiful promises with so much heat in his gaze.

So when James and Regulus’ first dance was interrupted by Harry’s tiny fingers prying at their hands, a small voice asking to take over—asking to dance with Regulus—James turned to an absolute puddle right there on the dance floor.

All at once, watching his two favorite people spinning in chaotic circles on the dance floor, James realized how complete he felt.

His family was complete.

[jjuuppiter]

rendezvous

(draco be like: go get them, granger)

[tinyq]

Working on the counter (after nicking a certain former Slytherin’s favourite mug).

[textiletattoos]

4 designs now available on organic cotton tote bags on my shop 😊

[yuttikkele]

they’re so mh g3 toradeen coded I love them <3

[tommarvoloriddlesshadow]

I like you *remixes your Harry Potter chars and puts them in the Shadows House dimension*

Let me get this straight first;

Pure-Blood— High Soot Quantity

Half-Blood — Average/Medium Soot Quantity

Muggle-born — Low Soot Quantity

Witch/Wizard — Soot Power is Physical and may have a chance to be both Physical and Mental

Squib — Soot Power is Mental or doesn't have a Soot ability at all/Soot Power hasn't been developed

Prefect — Star Bearer

Student — Pair

Note! : To Non-Shadows-House Watchers, The shadows (presumably mimics) receive their "Living doll's" names as theirs, which means it is their duty to name their dolls to match with their name.

Tom Riddle

— Adult Shadow

— 2nd Floor Resident

— Was previously a Star Bearer before he got selected

— His soot power is the ability to replicate snakes or basilisks using soot + take control of them if needed

— Was 1st during his Debut

— Average Soot Quantity

— Developed his Soot Ability quickly

— Produces soot in a straight line when uneasy/angered

— Unbothered by scorches, phantoms, & ghosts

— Once visited Harry in his room (Adults aren't allowed to go over to the children's building)

— Is strongly against the brainwashing system

— His anger for the Shadows Mansion's system grew after seeing that they have been brainwashing his doll (Tommy :33)

Harry/Harlan (I'll revamp his name once I find something more fitting)

— Harry (Shadow) Harlan (Doll)

— Average Soot Quantity

— Was 2nd in their Debut

— Debutante partners were Hermione, Ronald and two others (Possibly Luna and Neville)

— Hasn't developed his soot power just yet (because I don't have an idea for him yet)

— Produces soot as an aura when uneasy

Hermione/Hera (I'll change her name if I find something better)

— Hermione (Shadow) Hera (Doll)

— Low Soot Quantity

— May have had low quantity but developed her soot ability quickly

— Was 1st in their Debut

— Had been selected as Star Bearer

— Soot Ability is to replicate her own memory into parchment, describing moments, memories, or information (Physical and Mental)

— Produces soot in a spiral when uneasy

Ronald/Ron

— Ronald (Shadow) Ron (Doll)

— High Soot Quantity

— Already gained his Soot Power but still doesn't know how to control it

— Was 3rd in their Debut

— Has the ability to make neat copy of items using his own soot

— Selected as a Star Bearer along with Hermione/Hera

— Produces soot in a gush manner when uneasy

— Ron once got sick because of mild soot sickness, soot sickness is when a scorch (a bean-like creature made out of soot) invades the insides of a doll by forcing themselves inside the mouth

— Ronald once produced soot spikes (soot spikes are icicle like soot forms that get stuck in the ceiling) after hearing about Harry's encounter with Tom

That's all lolzers teehee muah muah

[thresholdbb]

Clearly bringing Voyager home and debriefing their time in the Delta Quadrant as an admiral was a traumatic experience for Janeway. Prodigy is set 5 years after Endgame – Janeway is rapidly going grey and Chakotay has peaced out back to the Delta Quadrant

[avielex]

Jordan cleans their dorm with no magic when they're stressed.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Moms of Voyager (1/2)

T’Meni: Tuvok’s mother. Appraises jewelry and was often absent for business reasons during Tuvok’s childhood. Highly appreciates aesthetic beauty and was the one to pick out all the furniture in Tuvok’s childhood home. A bit spacey, marches to her own beat. Intrigued by humans and was very pleased when Tuvok befriended one. Comes from a very well respected family - not many survived the destruction of Vulcan. Can be unintentionally rude. She thinks her husband Sunak is very handsome and is grateful he didn’t die during the planet’s destruction. They have a good marriage but aren’t in love. (common for Vulcans) Mary Kim: Harry’s mother. 8th grade teacher - specifically teaches art. Has an interest in music and sometimes gives lessons at her home. Was the one who encouraged Harry’s interest in the clarinet and they often played together. Known as ‘the fun teacher’ and is very enthusiastically encouraging. Excitable and passionate. She and her husband are kind of goofballs, very in love, and definitely embarrassed Harry quite a bit over the years with how apparent those two things were. A warm, loving family! Erin Hansen: Seven of Nine’s mother. Woman who got killed by the thing she spent her life devoted to studying. Those who knew her would quietly admit that if she had to go - that’s probably the most fitting way. No one thought she’d die of old age, let’s just say that. She and her husband found an obsession and stuck with it. Very devoted to science and her desire to do anything but research lessened as the years wore on. Known to be very convincing - could talk her way out of anything. Almost anything.  Martis: Kes’ mother. Punk chick. Wanted to make it out of the underground and then passed that desire onto her daughter. Always stressed the importance of asking questions and dreaming big. Hell of a singer and was always making up new songs - writing them but also just performing them on the spot. Died after her husband whose death sent her into a bit of a depression. ???: Chakotay’s mother. Scientist who’s well respected in her field. Very interested in the science behind the spiritual (think DS9 wormhole) though she didn’t want to debunk or lessen the spiritual in any way by doing this (as she’s spiritual herself). Her papers are almost ethereal. She’s blind in one eye because of a childhood accident. She and Chakotay’s father divorced but were very good friends up until his death. Julia Paris: A very meek woman who met Owen Paris because her father was in Starfleet and threw a party. Immediately liked his gruff no-nonsense attitude over the other men’s louder ones. They got married quickly. She’d been a melancholy person her entire life (anxious and prone to depression - did not like moving a lot due to Starfleet or the long journeys on starships without sun). Disagreed with Owen’s wish for Tom to go into Starfleet and privately grew to loathe the institution but couldn’t change his mind so stopped bringing it up. Became ill one day and died when Tom was still very young. Left a journal for her son which Owen found and kept. Gretchen Janeway: Sunburnt queen. Had a double mastectomy when her daughters were teenagers. Was a bit wild as a child...and still is!! Can make friends with anyone as long as they’re not rude and will talk for hours. Going to the store with her is hell - she knows everyone there and has to talk to all of ‘em or it’s rude! Hates reminders that she’s getting old unless it’s herself complaining about just that. Sends all of Tuvok’s kids presents on their birthdays. Sends cards out every Christmas and forces her family to dress up and be in them. Was devastated when her husband died but dealt with this by keeping constantly busy. A bit pushy but ultimately has a good heart. 

[impishtubist]

sirius & harry & the sex talk

Remus has barely taken his cloak off before Sirius is dragging him into the bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind them. When he locks it, Remus raises an eyebrow at him. 

“Really, Padfoot?” he says. “At least let me shower first, I was literally running through mud all night.”  

“I’m not going to shag you,” Sirius says impatiently. “We have something more important to do.”

“More important than shagging?”

“Yes,” Sirius says, going back over to the bed, where he’s spread several diagrams. “I caught Harry kissing George this morning.” 

“Really?” Remus sounds intrigued. “I have to admit, I didn’t see that one coming.” 

“That’s because you haven’t been paying attention,” Sirius says, ignoring Remus’s huff of indignation, because really, how could he have missed the way Harry and George had been looking at each other this past month? “But it made me realize, Moony--no one’s ever given Harry the sex talk!” 

It’s then that Remus finally takes notice of the diagrams Sirius has on the bed, the ones he’s been working on all afternoon. “Padfoot, no.” 

“Yes, Remus,” Sirius says as he returns to his sketching. “I’m his godfather, it’s my job.” 

“Harry’s fifteen! Surely he knows all this?”

“Barely fifteen, and please, tell me who you think has given him any kind of sex education? The Dursleys certainly wouldn’t have, and Hogwarts doesn’t have a sex education program.” 

“Alright, fair point,” Remus concedes with a sigh. “So what do you need me for?” 

“You did all the animation spellwork for the map. I need you to animate these diagrams for me.” 

---

Harry sits in the library with his head in his hands. He can’t believe he finally got up the nerve to kiss George, after literal months of pining, and Sirius had to walk in on them. Admittedly, for a moment there, the small part of Harry that’s never truly left the Dursleys thought that Sirius might shout at him--or worse--but Sirius had merely blinked in surprise, told them not to let Molly catch them, and then said he wanted to speak to Harry in the library that night at eight.

Harry has spent the past six hours quietly freaking out, and now that it’s finally eight, his heart feels like it’s about to hammer its way out of his chest. 

“Ah, Harry, right on time.” Sirius breezes into the library, looking far too cheerful for a man who’s about to give his godson a scolding. Harry wishes the sofa he’s sitting on would swallow him whole. 

“Look, Sirius, I’m really sorry and it won’t happen again. It was--it was an accident.” 

“Hm, didn’t look like much of an accident to me,” Sirius says, but his tone is light and teasing. Harry doesn’t understand. Why isn’t Sirius mad? “But just in case you ever, er, accidentally kiss George again, or any other young man, it’s important that you be well-informed about other activities that can stem from kissing.” 

With a wave of his wand, several large, poster-sized pieces of parchment appear out of thin air. They’re covered in diagrams that are enchanted to move, and it takes Harry a moment to realize just what those diagrams are depicting. He immediately claps a hand over his eyes, his face burning.

“Sirius!” he hisses. “Is that a--a--”

“It’s called a penis, Harry,” Sirius says cheerfully. “Drew it myself. Now, here’s some parchment for you so you can take notes…” 

What follows is the most mortifying two hours of Harry’s life. His face never stops burning, and though he takes notes thanks to Sirius’s insistent prodding, his hands are shaking and the words are basically illegible. 

“So,” Sirius says finally, vanishing all the diagrams with another flick of his wand and coming to sit next to Harry on the sofa, “any questions?”

“Why aren’t you mad?” Harry blurts. It’s utterly exhausting, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He’d rather just get it over with. “You should be mad.” 

Sirius frowns. “Why would I be mad? Kissing is a perfectly natural thing for teenagers to do.” 

“But--but it’s your house! I was disrespectful.” 

“For kissing someone? Bloody hell, mate, if it was disrespectful to kiss someone in my house, then Remus has a lot to answer for.” 

Harry pauses. What? “Professor Lupin has been kissing someone here?” 

Sirius gives him an odd look. “Well, I certainly hope so.” 

Harry continues to stare at him blankly, uncomprehending, so Sirius sighs and says, “Harry…you know we share a room, right?” 

“Of course you do.” It made sense, didn’t it? They were best friends who had been separated for twelve years. Harry thinks that if Ron and Hermione were gone for twelve years, he’d want to keep them where he could see them, too. 

And then he abruptly understands what Sirius means. He and Remus share a room. And probably a bed, too. And that means that Remus has been kissing--

“Oh, gross!” Harry says. “Sirius, he was my teacher!” 

Sirius lets out a bark of laughter. “Teachers are allowed to kiss people, you know.” 

“Not when it’s my godfather they’re kissing!” But Harry’s only teasing. Actually, it kind of delights him to know that Sirius has found someone. His godfather has been through a lot, and he just wants him to be happy. 

Sirius ruffles his hair, amused. “Right, to bed with you, then. Molly will have my hide if I keep you up any later. And don’t forget, if you need condoms or lube while at school this year, you can ask Madame Pomfrey--”

“Sirius.”

“--but I’ll send you with a stash in your trunk to get you started,” Sirius plows on stubbornly, and Harry feels his face heat up all over again. “Also, if you bring someone back to the dorm room, a silencing charm on your bed curtains is common courtesy. And--” 

Harry gives up. He turns and walks out of the room, the door cutting off Sirius’s words as it closes behind him.

[loop-deloo]

purple monsters

Oh hey! Really working on the short thing! Kind of makes it more fun, less like a stressful thing. Just a quick moment. Hope you like this one.

CW for mention of… bad days?

for prompt “monster” @wolfstarmicrofic

“You monster.” Once Sirius said it, he regretted it. He had coaxed Remus out of enough bad days and bad nights to know that was not a word to throw around. He grimaced and waited for Remus’s features to fall and break his heart.

Only they didn’t.

Remus was still grinning, still standing proudly (smugly). On his hip, a beaming Harry. Clutched in that suckers tiny fat hand, a purple marker. His prized motorcycle, coloured halfway to Sunday. 

Sirius wasn’t really mad anyway, it added character, added Harry. Nothing couldn’t do without a bit of Harry. He grinned back.

[redfish-blu]

I absolutely have beef with the “character gets yassified in the sequel” pattern that every single movie and TV show follows. Especially with the hair. They always ruin the hair. Either by slapping a wig on everyone or doing them up like they’re going to prom once they get that sequel budget. It’s the most distracting thing ever when you’re familiar with the unique style of the source material and then suddenly everyone’s got eyebrows on fleek, a completely different hair color, wardrobe upgrade to hollywood cardboard cutout, and their face is beat to the gods. Like God Damn! What happened to you? It’s definitely worse for the women characters, but male characters often fall victim to The Dreaded Quiff or Alpha Makeover (most times they go hand in hand). We need to stop this madness.