#after ootp i was SO SURE he'd be back

[starchaserdreams]

Sirius Black did NOT die, no body no death, that's the rule, he can come back, he's not really dead, he'll come back any day now

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King Of My Heart (Body And Soul)~ R. Lupin.

Chapter 2 -  Expectations

Ootp! Remus Lupin x Sirius's sister!Reader

Synopsis: When James and Lily died, and your brother was sent to Azkaban, Remus was the only person you have left. Until he left too. What happens when he returns after the events of Sirius's escape, only to find out you have a son? A son that's his.

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Warnings: lots of italics, probably grammatical mistakes, might be ooc idk, child (?), fem reader, italics are flashbacks ( idk), love (ew), Sirius is back, [ look at series masterlist for all content warnings]

A/n: This is more of the backstory and how they came to be, along with lots of awkwardness from both ends, I promise there's more remus in the next chapter <3 oh and reunion with Sirius and thanks to @lixzey for making me wanna push the awkwardness~ :) If you enjoyed this please reblog and comment :)

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You and Remus were in love, you had been in love for 6 years.

Everyone knew you'd be endgame, and your brother hated it, to an extent.

Sirius loved that his little sister was happy, that she had joy in her life after the roughness of their family life. But he was scared, scared because he knew how much Remus would push people away, push himself away.

He didn’t want you hurt. But you were.

~

You found out in October, two weeks before Halloween.

You had been talking with Lily through letters back and forth, discussing your recent morning nausea and sickness.

She had asked when was the last time you and Remus had slept together, strange you considered that question, you replied a week ago at most.

Her letter came back with the words "you might be pregnant, dear...why don't you take this potion i sent along?"

And along with it there was a potion in a small vial with a piece of parchment guiding you through the process.

All you had to do was drink half of the potion and wait for the other half to shift hues.

And sure enough, the once rust coloured potion soon turned blue, signalling your current state.

You were carrying Remus's child, a child you hadn't talked about, a child you were sure you weren't ready for.

~

It was now hallows eve, the day you thought you had worked up the courage to tell Remus.

Children around town had just finished trick or treating and your husband was bringing back the basket with remaining candy.

He came into the bedroom with you and went straight to the shower, promising to return in a bit.

Your eyes heavy with sleep, you sit down on the edge of the bed, waiting for Remus to come out of the bathroom.

He sees them on your trousers before in your eyes, your tears. His brows furrowed in concern and pity as he looked at your face, eyes dull with sorrow and fear, so uncharacteristic of your usual glimmer and joy.

"What's the matter, dove?" He asks, voice slightly hoarse from the drowsiness in the back of his mind.

You don't answer, only look at him like you're out of words. You're thinking, thinking what a little Remus would look like, how they’d have the same nose, probably his same freckles dusting their face, and the same sandy locks of hair with deep roots.

You wonder if he'd want this, a kid, if this could be the one thing Remus would give up the world for.

"Come here, darling" he says and takes your body into his, nuzzling your face in the warmth of his polyester sweater. He understands, he always does.

That's how you sleep that night, unaware of the chaos that was soon to follow.

~

Remus rushed out of bed the moment  the potter's deer patronus knocked on the window.

The white buck stopped at the foot of his bed and let out a call of help, soon disintegrating to mist after.

That night Remus lost three friends, you lost a brother to azkaban and you lost Remus.

He left the morning after. With your heart shattered to pieces, you let him go.

Your mind screamed at you to tell him. Tell him and maybe he'd stay. Tell him and maybe he'd reconsider. But your heart, ever the kind one, ever the selfless one, let him go. In hopes that one day you'd see him again.

Remus was half expecting you to slam the door in his face. To make a face of absolute disgust and just lock him out. But of course the other half of him was longing to hold you, see you after so long. So it came as a welcome surprise when you widened the door and let him inside.

 "Uhm...come in, please, we were expecting you" You said,  trying not to let your voice waver.

Remus felt so awkward. His hands were clammy, his posture was stiff and his jaw was clenched. He felt like he couldn't move, no more than if he had been hit with the petrificus curse.

You weren't in a much better predicament yourself. You could feel your eyes pricking with tears at the mere sight of him. The same man who left you. The man you let go. The man you still loved.

As he made his way inside the house you let your eyes roam across his figure. His hands were littered in large scars, far bigger than those you'd seen before. His face was shrunken, eyes hollower than you remembered. His smile lines were far more prominent now and his sandy brown hair had a few streaks of grey littered throughout.

"Where is the rest of the order? Where's sirius?" Why did you leave? Why are you back? How are you? You had so many questions but the rest were best kept to yourself.

 "They're on the way, I was just...early" I wanted to see you. 

Remus hated himself for leaving you. He wanted to tell you that. He regretted each night, even more so on full moons. After leaving the realisation of what he had done dawned on him, it was already  too late.

Alas, by the time he had worked up the courage to talk, You were already making your way across the hall to embrace your brother who had just arrived.

When did he get there? How consumed in his thoughts was Remus?

You greeted Sirius with a hug and a look-over of his whole figure. His posture was shrunken, eyes even hollower than Remus's and instead of his signature smirk, only a ghost of a smile was left on his face.

A feeling of guilt consumed you. Your brother was back after azkaban. Innocent. And your mind was all consumed by Remus.

You ushered the rest of the order inside and told Regulus to pack up his things and clear out the living room. The confused and curious glances you got from everyone did little to ease your nerves.

Sirius pulled you aside. You prepared yourself for the conversation you knew was to follow.

“Who’s that?” 

It was a valid question, Sirius was well aware that Remus had left that night. After their teary reunion, the werewolf had gotten an earful from the oldest Black. He was shocked and thought that  you had found someone new, unlike Remus, Sirius was quick to notice the similarities between the small boy and you. He deduced that he was your son.

“Uhm- He’s my son.”

You were staring at your feet, and your hands were fidgety.

There was a long pause. The silence was so loud you could hear the clock ticking.

“I…I have a nephew?” His words came out uncertain. Cautious and slow.

With a hum you replied “His name is Regulus. Regulus Jace.” You left out the last name. Legally he was a lupin. And so were you. But it wasn’t that hard to conceal that at hogwarts.

At the mention of his little brother, Sirius seemed to grimace. But he put a smile on.

“You named him after Reggie?-” He asked. And continued as you opened your mouth to answer.

“Who’s..who’s the father?” He didn’t want to assume the worst. He was happy, truely he was. After that “bastard” (as he put it) left you it was only fair. No matter how much he ached to see the two of you together again.

“It is Remus.” You replied, vulnerability lacing your voice.

His face seemed to light up, eyes widening, both in shock and delight. Before he would alert the whole house, however, you let him know one more thing.

“He doesn’t know. Neither of them do. I haven’t told them.” 

Your chest felt heavy, and your throat seemed to close up. It was hard for you to talk about. Despite being married you and Remus had never talked about kids, let alone with your friends. The feelings of contempt and guilt surrounded you.

Next thing you know, Sirius is pulling you in for a hug, securely wrapping his arms around you and trying to soothe your worries. His right hand wraps around your back as his left brushes against your hair in a calming manner.

It all comes crashing down. The weight of the lies, the guilt, the fear, the hatred. You cannot hold back the tears that rush down your face. A sob rakes though your body. You feel so much, everything, all at once, joy, relief, contempt, familiarity of an embrace.

But most of all...love. Love you haven’t felt in fourteen years.

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What do you think of the trio's post-canon careers? Because recently, something that has really captured my imagination has been the idea of healer Ron.

The profession, of course, most often crops up in Dramione fic where Hermione has taken up at St. Mungo's (laughable-- this is a girl who needed Harry to unstopper the dittany because her hands were shaking so bad, and frankly, I shudder to think of her bedside manner) but it is predictably absent when veering off the canon course with Ron. This is such a shame because his willow wand is outright good for healing magic (and it is a fairly uncommon combination that he has! The only other person with a willow and unicorn wand, fascinatingly enough, is Lily Potter.)

Ron is also the only person who's canonically interested in healing as a profession (he's immersed in the leaflet for it at breakfast.) He remembers the spattergroit incident from OOTP and then uses it as a cover story in DH. In Half-blood Prince, he takes the exact same classes Harry does, which means he has the grades required to go into auror training, yes, but they are coincidentally the same requirements a student needs to meet in order to apply to be a healer. (On that note: Ron and Harry were clearly high academic achievers and the fanon assertion otherwise needs to be beat back with hammers.)

But the reason why I think healer ron would've been a cracker of a route to go down is just how refreshing it would've been. The Girl of the team, the gang, the trio, being the Healer and Caretaker is such a TRITE trope at this point. DADA Professor Harry is a classic, but this is my case for Healer Ron deserving to be up there. Send his ass back to Hogwarts again if you have to (Hermione will definitely be pleased). Have him intern with Madam Pomfrey for a year and then grumble behind Neville while he takes notes on medicinal herbs. Healer Weasley, who's a big hit in the paediatrics ward because he makes the kids laugh. Who flirts with the oldies and plays chess with the curmudgeons. Who just cares, more than anything, and will bring you a cup of tea no matter the hour, no questions asked. I really do think he's got the disposition for it. What do you reckon?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

i am immediately compelled by the concept of ron-versus-wizarding-medicine. because, certainly, i never see him as someone who stays in the auror office long-term - i think it makes sense for him immediately post-war, especially when he will undoubtedly just want to keep busy and hunt down baddies as a reaction to fred's death, but i think he only stays in the role after this initial burst of vengeance until he feels comfortably leaving harry in a high-risk situation on his own.

because, of course, ron's vibe with everything he touches in canon is influenced by the fact that he's someone predisposed to being caring [right down, as you say, to his wand]. the bit in prisoner of azkaban when he offers to make a cup of tea while hagrid's in hysterics about buckbeak's death sentence is something i find genuinely lovely, for example, and i do think - as you note - that there's something really striking about ron occupying that caring role within the trio which a fanon deviation to trite gender dynamics in which men are stupid and women are nurturing undermines in a supremely tedious way.

i'm not sure, though, that i would back ron in any specialism of healing that could be classed as emergency medicine - he has the vibe of, and i mean this with great affection, the sort of surgeon who habitually leaves sponges behind in patients - but i would back him in specialisms which need to be a bit more holistic or slower in pace. his chess skills - and his good intuition - suggest to me that he'd be a pretty effective diagnostician, and i obviously think he'd have a great bedside manner.

healer ron, then, is going to be at his best, absolutely, in something like paediatrics, which means that i'm going to take your suggestion about him interning with madam pomfrey and run with it to say that ron as hogwarts matron [or whatever the non-gendered version of that term would be] is his ideal career.

think about it! the work's varied and sometimes complicated, but it's not too high-pressure because really serious cases will be sent to st mungo's. the work will frequently relate to things that ron is interested in, like quidditch. and the work will frequently require ron's key talent - being sound - to shine. this is a man who would do an excellent job, i think, of handling mishaps caused by teenagers trying to hex their own acne off, or offering tea and sympathy to the homesick or the recently dumped. i think he'd do a great sex-ed presentation, would manage to charm honeydukes into giving the school its medicinal chocolate at a huge discount, and would be considered a huge legend by the student body for always being willing to certify to the teachers that someone who used a puking pastille to get out of class was actually sick.

as for the other two, i much prefer hermione as a barrister than as a civil-servant - not just because of her temperament but because i think the change she wants to bring to wizarding society is going to be won primarily by her slapping on a wig and gown and being condescending to witnesses.

as for harry, i like to stick to him as an auror. while i have some exceptions, i'm actually really not fond at all of professor potter as a trope - and, even more controversially, i really don't like the concept of professor riddle - largely because teaching is far too sedate for someone who runs on adrenaline as much as harry does.

and - i must be honest - i think the idea of harry as a teacher [or a healer or a quidditch player] often hangs on people feeling uncomfortable with the idea of him as, to all intents and purposes, a police officer. but i quite like taking that in the opposite direction, and playing with harry's canonically black-and-white morality and capacity for self-righteousness to have him - while not a corrupt or sadistic auror - a complacent one. i like the idea of him as someone who thinks that he always applies the law justly and so the law is therefore just, and so on - and the fact that this would allow him to overlook his own childhood lawbreaking is part of that...

[emeritusemeritus]

Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt4.

[Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley]

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Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst, possessiveness, talk of kids. Slight dominant behaviour.

Freddie fluff coming your way 🤍

You and George crept back into the house after extinguishing the tea lights on the balcony and successfully managed to make it back down to the second floor without disturbing anyone. George assured you that he'd clean up the mess on the balcony in the morning as he wanted to go straight to bed, which you agreed with.

You opened the door to the twins' room and squinted through the darkness to find Fred asleep in bed, tucked into his regular side, allowing room for you and George to climb in.

You hesitated just for a second, feeling instantaneous conflict. Who would you cuddle up to tonight? You'd spent so much time with George today and so little with Fred whilst he was ill that you suddenly felt overwhelmed with guilt. But after your little adventures with George and your conversation of futures and plans, you felt intricately connected with the younger brother, at least for right now.

George moved to the little rickety wardrobe to slip into some pyjamas, pulling them out from the bottom drawer in the dresser.

You slipped out of George's sweater and neatly folded it on the desk at the side of the room before taking off the rest of your clothes, leaving you completely bare, having taken off your bra once you got back from the village and savagely losing your panties to George back on the balcony. You then reached onto the desk and grabbed an oversized T-shirt you'd left out ready for bed. It was one of Fred's old quidditch undertops which no longer fit him. You'd 'borrowed' it nearly two years ago one night that you'd had an impromptu sleepover with the twins and not had anything suitable to wear to bed. It completely drowned you and acted like a nightdress, hanging at least mid thigh with the softest material you'd ever felt, no doubt from years and years of constant washing.

"I missed the show?" George jokes, moving to stand behind you as he places his hands on your hips, running them down your thoughts to where the T-shirt ends.

"I could say the same," you whispered, trying to stay quiet so that you didn't disturb Fred.

"Didn't you get enough earlier dirty girl?" He chuckles breathily into your ear, the hottest thing you'd ever heard.

"Says the man who's been inside me twice today," you teased, turning to face him and give him a little smirk. He huffed out a laugh again and pulled your hips into his, leaning down to kiss you.

"Never enough," he mumbles into your lips before giving you one last kiss. "Right, straight to bed missy," he jokes, lightly spanking your bum as he ushers you into bed.

"Sure you don't want to cuddle up to Fred?" You ask sarcastically, causing George to shoot you a mock glare. You giggle quietly as you climb in, feeling the bed dip behind you as George climbs in behind you, immediately lifting the covers for you both.

Fred stirs only briefly at the movement in the bed before he rolls over in his sleep, turning his back to you.

"Looks like I'm not getting Freddie cuddles then," you whispered with a smile to George who huffs out a little breath of laughter, immediately opening his arms up to you, beckoning you back into his embrace.

"Georgie cuddles are better anyway," he smirks as he wraps his arms around you tightly, completely encasing you in his body. His pyjama top blocked the smooth, soothing feel of his chest but you enjoyed it regardless.

It didn't take long before you drifted off to sleep in George's arms, surrounded by your boyfriends after a perfect day.

——————

When you woke up the next morning you were immediately aware of being warm, very warm. As your consciousness came back to you and the fuzz of sleep began to dissipate, you realised the cause of the heat was the two hot bodies entwined with yours.

You peeked your eyes open, immediately squinting at the sun that shone in through the worn, voile curtains but after mere seconds of adjustment, you were able to look around the room. George lay to your left, his arm still firmly placed over your waist and your head was tucked into the little dip between his neck and shoulder. Fred was tucked tightly behind you, your body pressed closely to his as his arm lay over your middle, his large hand cupping your breast even in his sleep. Your legs were entangled with the twins', so much so that you couldn't determine who's limbs were who's.

You had no idea what time it was but as you couldn't hear any other commotion in the house, you assumed it must still be early.

You knew two things fit certain: you needed to pee and you desperately wanted a warm cup of tea, both of which would mean extracting yourself from the two men beside you, hopefully without disturbing them, especially George as you hadn't had a lot of sleep after crawling into bed so late.

You somehow managed, with great difficulty, to detach yourself from the vine like limbs of your boyfriends without disturbing them too much. George omitted a snore before rolling over to face the other side whilst Fred never flinched.

You quickly threw on a pair of pyjama shorts and grabbed George's sweater on your way out the door, careful to avoid it creaking as you crept out to go to the toilet.

Walking down to the kitchen, you noticed that no one was up yet and so you quietly made yourself a cup of tea, slipped on George's sweater and headed out the door to sit in the garden. You'd pulled a throw from the back of the sofa with you to shield your bare legs from the cold morning air and chose to sit on the little wooden bench at the side of the house, overlooking the garden and the surrounding fields.

Your mug steamed in the cold air and you couldn't help but smile at the inner peace you felt. Molly's garden was beautiful, especially at this time of year as everything bloomed. Her little vegetable patch was flourishing and you absentmindedly watched as various insects buzzed around it.

It was nice here, everything felt right.

You had to hide your relationship from nearly everyone for obvious reasons but being here at the Burrow made it infinitely easier, shielded away from prying eyes. You'd always been close with the Weasleys, the twins specifically, so there was nothing suspicious in you spending all your time with them. You did feel a little guilty that you didn't spend much time with Ginny this weekend, maybe next weekend you could all have the sleepover she'd hoped for.

"There you are," a voice said, breaking you out of your trance. You turned and looked to see a very dishevelled Fred standing in the doorway with a sleepy smile on his face, pyjamas crumpled and a half drunken bottle of dandelion and burdock in his hand. You had no idea how he made regular pyjamas look sexy but somehow he managed it. His pyjama pants were hung low on his hips, most likely so that they were actually closer to the correct length he needed with his long legs. His pyjama top fit a little snugly around the broadest part of his shoulders which seemed to display and showcase his wide shoulders and arms perfectly.

"Here I am," you replied, scooting over on the bench so that he could join you.

"Wondered where you'd snook off to," he smirked, immediately pulling the little blanket over both of your laps as he took a seat beside you.

"You're looking better," you say, taking a good look at his face. His complexion had returned to normal, his eyes sparkling and no longer looking gaunt and sallow. You reached up to smooth some of his long hair back away from his face, trying to tame it even a little as if flicked out wildly around his ears.

"I'm feeling better," he says cheekily, attempting to playfully bite your hand in front of his face. He laughed as you gasped and then took a long swig of his drink. "This helps," he grins. You simply shake your head at his silliness before he leans in to kiss you.

The taste of dandelion and burdock bursts onto your tongue as his lips capture yours. When you pull apart, Fred looks uncharacteristically sheepish.

"I'm sorry about yesterday princess," he says quietly. You're fairly certain you'd never heard him apologise like this, not even to you. "It was stupid to eat the pie not having a reverse, I just got a little too excited about it. I didn't mean to spoil the things we had planned, I just didn't really think ahead and I should have."

"It's okay Fred, I get it," you said in complete understanding. "Your inventions are always exciting and so clever, I'd be eager to try it too. You didn't spoil anything, but it would have been nice to have you there."

"How did I get so lucky with you?" He says, looking up at you with such intensity that it makes a fire rumble in your belly. His free hand came up to cradle your jaw as he pulled you in to another kiss, your eyes fluttering closed as you got lost in the kiss, all your senses muting as you focused entirely on Fred.

You both pulled apart quickly when you heard a sudden rattle of pots from inside the burrow, realising that someone was awake. You gave each other a shy little smile and shared a laugh at how the situation had transpired, suddenly reminded that you still couldn't openly show off your relationship until you'd chosen one of the brothers.

"Oh," Molly says as she steps out into the garden, the front of her hair still up in rollers, "I didn't think any of you would be awake yet," she smiles, messing with her hair, showing that she was a little embarrassed at being caught with her rollers in.

"We didn't want to wake Fred," Fred said. You couldn't help but shoot a look at him in a mixture of amusement and confusion at his words. He'd apparently made a miraculous recovery from yesterday and was already up to mischief. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing or smiling and giving the game away.

"That's nice of you dear," she smiles as she flicks her wand and water sprays out, allowing her to water the garden. "I do hope he's feeling better today," she says as she wanders back into the house, busying herself once again.

Once she had fully entered the kitchen, you turned to Fred with mockingly wide eyes and an open mouth at his actions as if you were surprised by his prank and he shot you a gorgeously smug smirk that you wanted to kiss off of his face straight away.

"I think we should be getting back to Fred," you sarcastically quipped, drinking the last of your tea and moving to stand from the bench. Fred suddenly reached out for your wrist, effectively stopping you as you turned to look at him questioningly. His eyes suddenly flickered around you both, checking that the coast was clear, before he launched himself at you, kissing you passionately one last time.

"George stop it!" You giggled, still playing along with his little game though you could anticipate his displeasure at you calling him by the wrong name. He let out a low growl at your words and attempted to pull you back towards him but you held your ground, managing to swerve his grabbing hand and winked at him as you walked through to the kitchen.

"Can I help with anything Molly?" You asked, placing your used mug in front of the kettle to make another brew. "You don't mind if I make another do you?"

"Of course not dear, I can do it," she says from the sink, immediately going into full mum mode.

"No, really it's okay, I can make it, would you like one?" You asked as you reached for the little canister of teabags.

She looked shocked for a moment and then briefly flustered as she admitted, "I don't think any of my children have ever offered to make me a cup of tea!"

You chuckle slightly as she enthusiastically nods, telling you that she takes two sugars, which you place into the mug you'd seen her use before with 'best mum' written on in bold pink letters.

"Can I adopt you?" She jokes, "or replace one of my lot, you'd make a lovely Weasley," she grins.

"Wouldn't she just," Fred suddenly says, smirking as he leans on the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, watching your exchange with his mum. He has a wicked glint in his eye as he looks you up and down. Butterflies involuntarily erupted in your tummy at his words and his pointed expression, making you feel fluttery and giggly at the implication.

"Who'd make a lovely Weasley?" Ron says tiredly as he wanders into the kitchen, still yawning and looking like he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards.

"Y/n, she's making me a cup of tea!"

"Which one of us are you marrying then?" Ron jokes, barely even looking up at he walks directly over to the food, earning a scoff from you.

"Not you that's for sure," you joke earning a little scoff from the youngest male Weasley. "Bill probably."

You immediately cast your gaze over to Fred who looks instantly affronted by the notion, his eye twitching dangerously as you bat your eyelashes at him, feigning innocence.

"It's always bloody Bill," Ron mutters as he pours himself the biggest bowl of cereal you'd ever seen.

"Ronald!" Molly yells, reprimanding him for his language earning a mumbled, haphazard apology.

Your eyes never leave Fred who looks at you with a thunderous look in his eye. He nods his head towards the stairs, silently commanding you to meet him in his room and takes off up the stairs with no other words. If you didn't know Fred so well, you'd think that you had crossed a line and upset him, but the truth was that you'd only fuelled a constantly burning fire under his possessiveness and had taunted the dragon, as it were.

You quickly thanked Molly, handing her the cup of tea you'd made for her and quickly bolted up the stairs, taking your tea with you.

As you reached the top step of the second floor, your tea was magically lifted out of your hands and placed into the wooden banister. You frowned and spun around to see George sat on the bed, wand pointed in the direction of your tea. He manages to shoot you a wink before you're dragged into their bedroom by a ruffled Fred who slams the door behind you and pushes you back into it, towering over you.

"Bill eh?" He snarls, though it's more dominant than dangerous. "Two Weasley's aren't enough for you?" He immediately moves his lips to your neck and begins sucking marks into your skin, his teeth catching on your throat as he makes his point.

"You already have me and George, are you never satisfied, dirty girl?"

When you don't verbally reply, he suddenly pulls his mouth away and looks at you with the most intense gaze you'd ever seen him give.

"You need anyone else?" He asks, quirking one eyebrow at you.

You shake your head quickly, "no, no, just you and George."

"That's what I thought princess," he smirks before kissing you with all the force he could muster. The kiss leaves you breathless and a little shaky, thankful that his hand had never left your hip otherwise you'd have crumpled at his feet in a pile of mush.

"Whatd'ya say Georgie, think she's sorry?" He asks, turning his head just slightly in George's direction, though his eyes never leave yours.

"I'd say so Fred," George says.

"Hmmm," Fred smirks, before suddenly lurching forward and grabbing you, lifting you in his strong arms and then proceeds to throw you unceremoniously on the bed. You let out a little yelp at the sudden contact and once again when Fred jumps ontop of you, slowly crushing you.

"Say you're sorry sweetheart," he says with a laugh as his hands begin tickling your sides. You gasp for breath, giggles spilling out of you as you fight to pull away from his hands, desperate for him to stop.

"I'm sorry!" You shout whilst involuntarily laughing.

"What was that angel? Couldn't hear you," George says as he pins you down.

"Ahh I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You shout louder, gasping and flailing wildly in both of their holds.

They immediately stop and chuckle at you, looking down at you with wicked grins.

Fred leans down and kisses you in way of a truce and you immediately deepen the kiss, hands raising up to his hair to pull him down closer on you as the kiss turns incredibly sensual. You're suddenly overwhelmed with desire for him and never want the kiss to end as he slips his tongue along your bottom lip before meeting with yours, your tongues dancing together in a sensual play.

He eventually pulls away with a little surprised look in his eye at your sudden move but you simply smile sweetly and reach for George. He smiles, realising what you want and shuffles forward to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. This time, you reach for his hand and entwine them as you kiss, feeling a strong desire to have them both around you.

"Why would I want anyone else?" You say dreamily, suddenly feeling like you'd drank a whole bottle of felix Felicis as you look at your two boyfriends.

A sombre mood shifts over you suddenly as you realise you have to go back to school later, having to hide your relationships even more. You loved being at the burrow because it meant you could at least pretend that you could be normal behind the closed door of their shared bedroom. There was no Lee blocking you, no school rules or restrictions on your time, just pure time to do whatever you pleased.

"Sickle for your thoughts?" George says, picking up on your little absentmindedness.

"Just don't want to go back that's all," you say with a little shrug. George offers a nod and a little sympathetic smile, knowing exactly how you feel whereas Fred sighs and reaches for a strand of your hair over your shoulder.

"We'll be back next week princess, got the whole week to ourselves, wonder what we can do with the time," he smirks as he moves the strand of hair and kissed the little sensitive patch of skin behind your ear.

"Keep it in your pants Fred," you warn jokingly, sensing a shift in his mood.

"Easy for you to say, I know you two fucked last night," he mumbles into your shoulder, pressing little kisses to your skin. His tone is even with a little hint of teasing but not jealous or angry as you expect it to be; he's merely pointing out the facts and the blatant inequality.

"George wasn't stupid enough to make himself ill," you retort earning a sarcastic glare from Fred.

He pouts for only a second before launching himself to lean over you again, "just means I get you all to myself next weekend," he smirks, "better be ready princess."

[bikelock28]

Please what’s Favorite (good) things about Remus lupin?

‘I neither like nor dislike Severus,’ said Lupin. ‘No, Harry, I am speaking the truth,’ he added, as Harry pulled a sceptical expression. ‘We shall never be bosom friends, perhaps; after all that happened between James and Sirius and Severus, there is too much bitterness there. But I do not forget that during the year I taught at Hogwarts, Severus made the Wolfsbane Potion for me every month, made it perfectly, so that I did not have to suffer as I usually do at the full moon.’ ‘But he “accidentally” let it slip that you’re a werewolf, so you had to leave!’ said Harry angrily. Lupin shrugged. ‘The news would have leaked out anyway. We both know he wanted my job, but he could have wreaked much worse damage on me by tampering with the Potion. He kept me healthy. I must be grateful.’ ‘Maybe he didn’t dare mess with the Potion with Dumbledore watching him!’ said Harry. ‘You are determined to hate him, Harry,’ said Lupin with a faint smile. ‘And I understand; with James as your father, with Sirius as your godfather, you have inherited an old prejudice. By all means tell Dumbledore what you have told Arthur and me, but do not expect him to share your view of the matter; do not even expect him to be surprised by what you tell him. It might have been on Dumbledore’s orders that Severus questioned Draco.’

This while scene is lovely for everybody in it. I enjoy all of the Lupin stuff (Lupin burst out laughing. ‘Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my “furry little problem” in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit.’ He accepted a glass of egg-nog from Mr Weasley was a very close second) but I've chosen this part because I appreciate how measured he is about Snape. We haven't heard any adult defend Snape this way- Dumbledore is always vague in his explanations (of course later we find out why), and it's important that this is Lupin, who Harry trusts and who he'd asume would be on the same side as James and Sirius. Why is why it's also good that Lupin acknowledges this, but adds that he is different, he doesn't agree with them, and has moved on. That's also a very important thing to consider when you look back on Lupin and Sirius in OotP.

I also think this is a clever look into his character- everything comes down to keeping him being a werewolf and trying to keep himself and others safe. Here, it's implied that the fact that Snape did this is more important to Lupin than the fact that Snape outed him. It's up for debate how right he is about this and if, like Harry claims, he should maintain a frustration at Snape. I think it's a very interesting character moment which tells us a lot about him and his view of his illness.

Lupin shrugged. ‘The news would have leaked out anyway," is something which wasn't addressed in PoA. I wonder if he felt the same then, or if he only reached this conclusion later (the one-year DADA curse is rarely mentioned in-universe, but surely he must have known it would only be for a year, so that's potentially what Lupin's implying here).

Thank you for this ask. Happy to hear anybody else's thoughts :)

[hillnerd]

Do you have any headcanons about Fred & George Weasley?

I think I've written on this before- but there was this scene in the harry potter movies that made me forever think of Fred as having dysgraphia and dyslexia- The quill they had for spell checking was invented for Fred initially by George- and Fred thought it'd be funny if it spelled out dirty names and nonsense when someone needed a break.

This plays into my idea that George was the better Quidditch player by a bit because he has slightly better coordination.

All of that fed into Fred being the naughtier of the twins- sort of to make up for his insecurities- and George always backed him up and covered for him, so few people really realized Fred had any sort of handicaps at all. Buuut George's constant backup of Fred spilled into other areas, and enabled him to act too rashly and helped him to be the more out of control of the two.

I do not picture that Fred and Angelina dated- I headcanon they went to the Yule ball as friends- and that's when George realized he wished he'd asked her and was slightly jealous but nothing came of it between Fred and Angelina- Fred eventually realized George like Angie, so made sure to make it clear he had no interest in her that way, but didn't pressure George to do anything about it-- and George wasn't an instigator with no thoughts of consequences like Fred--and they were too preoccupied in their 7th year (ootp) for him to really think about romancing her- so it was just a mild crush he put on the backburner, and they just were good friends for years

Of the two Fred was a lot more likely to flirt and 'get around' with people- a tiny bit of a cad- versus George was less confident and only did things with a handful of people

George went on a few dates with the paper shop girl- but found it too hard to balance out the secret keeping he had to do about everything and kept having to leave dates to do Order stuff

In the books Fred always seems to be the more outgoing one who instigates things (think the lead singer in a band- CHARISMA and EGO), while George is slightly more likely to be second to say something- so I figure George would be slightly more about figuring out how to execute on the good ideas (which spells, which potions etc) while Fred was more the marketing man with a plan and connections with people/suppliers etc. After the war this made it hard for George to get momentum at first because he didn't really know how to do things that were funny anymore for a bit-- he was used to his energy being led up and up and he and Fred fed into it together. He finds something like that with Ron, just it's different-- Ron's actually really funny, he has to admit, and is really good at figuring out alternative uses for things that can be marketed in multiple ways-- he's especially good at things that double for pranks and security stuff-- and brings in Muggle inventions for inspiration and unique ideas-- and ends up being really brilliant at the money side of things in a strategic way that is different than what Fred and George did. It's weird for him to be the brother that needs more support for so long, when before he was the backup for Fred most of the time. Eventually they find their equilibrium.

Fred is the one with a more easily triggered shows of temper and generally the naughtier of the two, but George is the one who when he is actually mad is much more intense with it - when he channels it into Quidditch or he's genuinely ticked at someone, he goes for the kill in a much devastating way.

I headcanon Fred and Lee had a bit of a thing during their Potter Watch days. They were just in the beginning stages of a relationship before the Battle of Hogwarts.

[starstruckwillows]

hiiii!

sirius black x wife!reader

okay what about this taking place in ootp and y/n being harry's guardian and arriving with him and the black house and seeing sirius for the first time in 15 years. but also having a daughter 'cause she was pregnant when he was taken, but he didn't know.

if u don't feel it, no pressure!<3

♡ change it back - s.b ♡

ajdkakdi absolutely!! will never turn down sirius things 😭

starstruckwillows 🂱

pairing; sirius black x wife!reader

category; bit angsty at times, fluff

summary; you've been waiting for dumbledore to allow you to reconcile with your husband, while raising two children alone, and the time has finally come

content/warnings; bit of swearing, borderline dumbledore slander (as we should)

other; none :)

you could still recall the day sirius' escape broke the news, the nailbiting tension as you waited in dumbledore's office.

"i'll tell you what i told you twelve years ago professor, my husband is and was innocent."

your voice was calm then, but you felt anything but.

years of wearing your ring on the wrong fucking hand, years of dodging harry's questions because of your orders, years of accepting glares from those who knew of your marriage and believed in his conviction.

years of being told by the headmaster you had to stay away from visiting azkaban if you wanted to remain the guardian of both harry potter, and your own daughter.

"and i'll tell you what i told you twelve years ago mrs black, you are jeopardizing both harry and your own child. when the time is right, you will be reunited."

but you weren't mrs black. your closest friends, those who knew the truth, knew you to be her. except your maiden name had been forced back upon you and your daughter when sirius was arrested.

dumbledore's orders.

if it wasn't for the bump you were cradling, you may have fought back harder. but you knew the wizarding world would likely never forgive sirius black, and you didn't want that prejudice for your daughter.

you'd left his office in a fouler mood than ever that day, cursing the name of albus dumbledore and agonizing over what to do. whether to disobey.

but returning home, seeing harry buzzing to start his third year and completely unaware of the secrets that would unfold ahead of him, you knew you couldn't.

seeing your daughter, looking up at her adopted brother in admiration, prepared to start her second, you knew you couldn't.

you'd wait it out, hanging onto the feeble hope that dumbledore was telling you the truth, and he'd let the two of you reconcile.

that didn't stop you from crying yourself to sleep, hardly recognising the person in the mirror, but always, always smiling for your children.

it had taken two years.

a rough two at that - it took you months to earn back harry's trust after it all, but you couldn't be mad at the kid. you did what you had to do to keep both him and your daughter safe, but you couldn't expect him to be okay with that. hell, you weren't even sure if you were okay with it.

dumbledore's orders.

but at the end of summer, 1995, an owl finally arrived.

"mum, it's for you, from hogwarts!"

you looked up from the tear in harry's quidditch robe you were sewing, to see your daughter waving a letter at you.

"sure it's not for you sweetheart? your shopping lists for this year should be coming through soon."

she sighed at you with all the sass you remember from the man she so closely resembles, "well it's got your name on it, so i'm gonna go with no. it's for you."

"alright, just put it on the table, i'll come get it once i'm done with this, thank you."

but as soon as she'd left the room, you snatched it up, hoping you knew exactly what it would be, but not wanting to seem desperate if you were wrong.

harry and your daughter had both now met the man that was godfather to the former and father to the latter, or perhaps both, but not yourself. no once again, dumbledore forbade contact.

until now. he withdrew the barrier, permitting your visitation to grimmauld place, as an official member of the order.

"kids! pack your bags, we're going on a trip!"

you were already ready to go - the correct toothpaste wasn't about to stop you from seeing your husband after waiting so long.

harry struggling to close his trunk and your daughter mislocating all her textbooks would though.

it was nightfall by the time the three of you set off, the two clutching you tightly as you apparated away.

tonks swore the three of you into secrecy with dumbledore's note, smiling at your ill-concealed impatience.

"you're the last member of the order to actually see the headquarters, why's that?"

you looked at her, bubblegum pink hair and loose smile. she hadn't lived through the first war. all her faith was still firmly lodged with dumbledore. so you said nothing, giving a shrug and a weak smile instead.

at the doorway to the kitchen, you hesitated.

as much as you wanted to abandon logic and run right into the arms of the man you married, you knew that wasn't what was going to happen.

the last time you saw him, you were scared, barely adults in the midst of a war, surrounded by chaos but very much in love. now, you'd both had to adapt, to cope.

he'd been through twelve years of pure hell, with the entire wizarding world under the impression he was scum who betrayed his closest friends.

you'd raised two babies into teenagers on your own, while mourning the loss of almost everybody around you. mary had helped as much as she could, remus had gone almost missing, only resurfacing recently to teach at hogwarts for the year.

you couldn't find it in yourself to blame him.

noting your hesitation, harry and your daughter shared a look.

"he misses you, mum, he never stopped." she whispered, squeezing your arm gently.

harry nodded, backing her up, "we know... we know things must have changed. but you finally have the chance to change it back."

with a sigh that shuddered through you, you hugged your children tightly, "thank you."

they retreated to find the weasleys and hermione, eager to catch up, while you finally pushed the door open.

and there he stood, back to you as he attempted to stack plates, hair longer and more unruly than before, but everything about him screaming to you that this was sirius black.

"yes, molly, i'm putting the plates away, see!"

somehow it was the most perfect thing he could've said, affirming this was your sirius. at long last, it was him. in real life, standing in front of you.

a broken sob of joy caused him to turn in confusion, while you clamped a hand across your mouth.

the moment your eyes locked, it was like the moment you fell in love.

spinning in the snow at hogsmeade and running from filch at midnight from the astronomy tower and chasing the cat you were meant to be watching down to the lake when you got distracted and setting off fireworks after your n.e.w.ts and saying you would marry him on christmas day and telling him and your onlooking friends "i do" not even two weeks later.

it was all of that again, and new.

he breathed our your name as though he'd been waiting to say it his whole life, pushing the damned plates away and striding toward you.

"sirius..." you didn't know what else to say but it didn't matter because he was picking you up in his arms, spinning your frame round again like he had all those years ago, setting you down and burying his face in your hair while both of you pretended you didn't know the other was crying.

"why did you name her miri?"

you smiled through tear blurred eyes, "short for mirzam. weird name, i know, but it's-"

"the star closest to sirius."

he was silent for a moment, holding you impossibly tighter.

"she's beautiful. our daughter. and i'm so sorry i wasn't there to raise her. and harry."

you shook your head, "not a fucking second of it was your fault. i love you, so much sirius black, and it's the cruelest thing that it's been fourteen years since i could say that to your face."

muttering various "i love yous" to each other and holding your entangled position for almost five minutes before somebody interrupted your reunion, you realised harry was right.

you had the chance to change it back.

and your ring was finally on the hand it was intended to be on.

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@anordinarymuse

[expectocrucio]

[please note that the next paragraph(s) is/are my opinion. You are allowed to have your own, but that doesn't mean you can hate on mine.]

Why are people anti-dumbledore again?

"He left Harry at the Dursleys"

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He had no other choice??? Despite the fact that many people would have taken him in (Remus, McGonagall, Dumbledore himself, etc) Harry had to be protected.

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Did you want to let Harry get tracked down and possibly murdered if the blood protection couldn't protect him at any other house? He didn't know about the Horcruxes then, but he did know Voldemort wasn't gone.

"He let Sirius go to jail"

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I'm sorry what??? How the hell was he supposed to know that James and Lily (and Sirius) switched secretkeepers?? He isn't the all knowing god that most of y'all portray him to be just to hate on him. He knows a lot of things but that isnt everything.

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Besides, with Grindelwald, I think he would know how easily a friend could turn into a foe. (To add, he was the one who gave Hermione and Harry hints on how to save Sirius in poa, y'all trippin' with this one)

"He would've let Harry die"

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You know what, I'll give you that one. That was his intention UNTIL the end of Goblet of Fire. Those who have read the books may remember a ✨gleam of victory✨ in Dumbledore's office after the return of Voldemort. In the chapter "Parting of the ways" , Page no. 585.

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That's when he realised that Harry had a chance to live. He had to make his next few steps carefully.

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Either way, if Harry didnt have a way of coming back to life, Do you guys really think that one person's life is more important than the whole wizarding world? Really? Don't get me wrong i absolutely adore Harry but even I would get that-

"He hired Moody who was actually Barty Crouch"

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Bro it is a 100% clear that he did NOT know that Moody was Barty. That's how good of a death eater Barty was. I don't even know how yall got this. Again, he isn't an all knowing god.

"He ignored Harry in OOTP"

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True, he was at fault here. He even admitted it, he even admitted that he did so to protect Harry from the burden of saving the wizarding world because he'd grown to care too much about him.

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Sure they were things he could have done differently, and Sirius's death definitely could have been prevented but that doesn't mean it's his fault.

"He's manipulative and scheming"

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Now, I'm aware that he's manipulative and scheming, but that's not always a bad thing. Like for example, what if a character that always told the truth in every situation, had to manipulate his way out of something??

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He did what he had to do to save the wizarding world. Hell, he even sacrificed himself to do it. Like it or not, without Dumbledore's intervention Harry would have died.

Also, he's the only one who heard the prophecy. What did you guys want him to do? I'm sure before that point he took it upon himself to kill Voldemort, seeing as he's the only one he ever feared and supposedly had the most powerful wand in the world.

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In the end, it was many people's fault that the Potters died. (Snape, Pettigrew and in a way the Potters and Sirius themselves), I really saw someone that said that 'Dumbledore definitely planned their death i just can't prove it' GOODBYE 🏃

Now, there are several things he could have done differently but he did what he could and it worked out so y'all can leave my profile rn if you disagree 🚶‍♀️

[childotkw]

The biggest beef I have with Canon is that Harry is becoming an Autor because like

Sorry when tf did the ministry ever was a reliable government Harry could fall back on.

Like. Tbh I've always seen him more as a teacher, like not necessarily in hogwarts but maybe a privat teacher? I mean you could see in the ootp that he very much enjoyed teaching his fellow stupid he was all smiles and happy eyes when they got the patronus for example like idk.

Very thing beides the fucking police which didn't help him ONCE during hid whole life

The way I see it planning out is Harry wanting to see it all finished.

He'd help with the rounding up of the Death Eaters, probably viewing it as his responsibility to make sure the last embers of Voldemort's forces are snuffed out as quickly as possible.

He'd work closely with Kingsley, and when the man officially gets appointed minister, I think Harry would be easily convinced into taking a job in the auror department. They'd play it off as something that would be beneficial to everyone - seeing their saviour out there protecting them, helping clean up after the war, etc.

More privately, I think Harry would have his own reasons for doing it. He'd want to help, obviously, but I could also see him reasoning that by being an auror and working in the ministry he would have some influence over getting rid of the corruption. He'd have a voice to make sure none of the previous administration got up to their old tricks again. He'd also reason that because his own experiences with the aurors was subpar, he'd want to make sure no one else had to deal with an incompetent police force as he did.

Harry is, at his core, a martyr. Fresh out of a war, still in a soldier-mentality, he'd follow Kingsley's suggestions and probably just fall into the routine.

The mistake in canon was leaving him in the auror department. It would have made more sense if he was only in there for like, five or so years. Once things were settled he should have let himself do what he wants to do.

[cimerran-714]

Harry and Hermione are capable of reading each other's thoughts.

Here's an example from OOTP:

'Listen,' he whispered, 'can yeh come with me? Now? While ev'ryone's watchin' the match?'

'Er ... can't it wait, Hagrid?' asked Harry. 'Till the match is over?'

'No,' said Hagrid. 'No, Harry, it's gotta be now ... while ev'ryone's lookin' the other way ... please?'

Hagrid's nose was gently dripping blood. His eyes were both blackened. Harry had not seen him this close-up since his return to the school; he looked utterly woebegone.

'Course,' said Harry at once, 'course we'll come.'

He and Hermione edged back along their row of seats, causing much grumbling among the students who had to stand up for them.

Harry knows that Hermione would agree to accompany him as well. He's making a decision for both of them.

Note that he isn't bothering to ask for her opinion.

"Will you come?"

"Of course we will." (Translation: "I know Hermione so well that I'm sure she'd agree. I don't even have to ask her.").

Wow

And she doesn't even protest or try to explain that she'd go with them after Ron's match.

But we aren't done yet.

'Look, I wouldn' be tellin' yer this at all if I didn' have ter. See, if I go ... well, I can' leave withou' ... withou' tellin' someone ... because I'll--I'll need yeh two ter help me. An' Ron, if he's willin'.'

'Of course we'll help you,' said Harry at once. 'What do you want us to do?'

Again, Hermione doesn't argue. Harry's not someone who'd force his best friends to do something if they're unwilling.

So, the take-away is that is he'd interpreted her thoughts correctly.

'Yeh'll do it, then?' said Hagrid, who did not seem to have caught what Harry had just said.

'We'll ...' said Harry, already bound by his promise. 'We'll try, Hagrid.'

She's clearly afraid of Grawp.

Harry's obviously aware of that.

And yet he somehow seems to know that Hermione would agree to help Hagrid.

Also, it was NOT Hermione who promised. She could've backed off any time.

You can argue that she just didn't want to upset Hagrid. However, what happens once they're out of earshot? Does she blame Harry for making a rash decision and dragging her into this?

Nope.

'I don't believe him,' said Hermione in a very unsteady voice, the moment they were out of earshot of Hagrid. 'I don't believe him. I really don't believe him.'

'Calm down,' said Harry.

'Calm down!' she said feverishly. 'A giant! A giant in the Forest! And we're supposed to give him English lessons! Always assuming, of course, we can get past the herd of murderous centaurs on the way in and out! I--don't--believe-- him!'

Hermione's mad at Hagrid but not at Harry. She considers it her obligation to look after Grawp, though it was Harry (and not herself) who was bound by the promise.

'Well, you're just going to have to break your promise, that's all,' said Ron firmly. 'I mean, come on ... we've got exams and we're about that far--' he held up his hand to show thumb and forefinger almost touching '--from being chucked out as it is. And anyway ... remember Norbert? Remember Aragog? Have we ever come off better for mixing with any of Hagrid's monster mates?'

'I know, it's just that--we promised,' said Hermione in a small voice.

I suppose you can claim that Hermione just respected Harry's opinion, but given that we have other passages where they've been able to read other's thoughts, it doesn't seem unlikely.

Does the claim by Canon shippers ("Harry and Hermione have NO chemistry in the books") seem ridiculous now?

[nomorelonelydays]

Hello my name is Angst Goblin and I'm here to share some OoTP HP crossover AU pain because I am thinking about it and hurting? First, like, if Geno had been good-hearted and generally upstanding for most of his time at Hogwarts, he'd probably have to see/do WAY TOO MUCH bad shit just to prove he was committed to being a Death Eater and the communicates with Sid and the Order by having his parents direct the magically encrypted letters back and forth but it's not having Sid there to (1/9)

to comfort him in bed when the memories of screams get too loud or to rub between his shoulders when he feels so sick with what he's done to try and end the war that he can't keep his food down. Whenever Geno can sneak away, it's basically an official Order thing that everyone makes their best home-cooked meals and brings pictures of their kids if they have any and it's everyone trying so hard to bring a little bit of warmth to him. And he'll always be glued to Sid. And I can totally (2/9)

picture Harry being invited at some point and asking Geno like... how are you a Slytherin cause after talking to you for a good hour it's kind of hard to see??? And Geno jokes "Is because you never see me play quidditch," but after some laughs things get a little quiet and he admits that he wants people to be able to live a life where they're safe and free, his eyes linger on Sid softly when he says he doesn't like bullies, and then finishes up by saying that he'd kill every last Death (3/9)

Eater tomorrow without blinking an eye if the timing was right (with this taking place before Voldemort decided to get real sick and start getting to accept the Dark Mark because Geno draws the line at kids). And kind of a separate idea, but within the same scheme of things: while all the arrests of Voldemort's followers are going down the first time, Ovi very quietly informs the Order (sans Nicky) that with the intel they have, any number of the illegal dark arts-related possessions from (4/9)

his grandfather's estate, and his notorious family history, he could get into Azkaban, actually manage to get something out of the imprisoned Death Eaters on how they could possibly try and bring Voldemort back or who was still working with them that had evaded capture, stuff like that, and the bare majority of the Order was in favor of it, so they got everything ready and planted the evidence for the arrest and was like "ok Ovi ready when you are," and he's like, "yeah give me a day." (5/9)

So, once Nicky is freed from making statements and testimonies in front of the Wizengamot, Ovi whisks him off, and they apparate just outside of Moscow to get a late lunch at this really good traditional place Alex knows, and then they kinda just walk around town and Ovi buys Nicky flowers and Nicky thinks it's a little odd, but Merlin knows things have been so fucked up so if Ovi wants to take him to Moscow and buy him flowers, for now, he's not gonna say anything. And then they go to (6/9)

Ovi's house (ahem, mansion) and Alex shows Nicky all of the most interesting (but SAFE) relics that his family has collected, cooks dinner for the two of them, and gets a slow record playing on the gramophone ( "Love on the Brain" by Rihanna came on while I was writing this and now I can't stop thinking about it) with his hands on Nicky's waist, chin resting on top of his head before Nicky finally asks what's up. "Love you so much, Nicky. One day, we can be safe and happy, and that's all (7/9)

I want, so I'm asking your permission to hope for that, for us." One of his hands is in his pocket, holding the family ring. He's barely three syllables into, "Will you marry me, Nicklas Backstrom?" when Nicky's whispering "yes yes yes yes yes," and kissing him and Alex is sure that he'll survive Azkaban if can remember this. Cut to either 1996 or 1997, when the Order is gathering because holy shit there was a breakout but really all anyone is trying to do immediately is cast shield charms (8/9) 

because Alex is back!!! and Nicky is very silently but obviously livid and everyone’s waiting for curses. Ovi admits that not telling Nicky was wrong because that's not how the two of them do shit EVER, and that he gets if Nicky doesn't want them to be a thing and Sid's in the background *COUGH* nicky'sbeenwearingtheengagementringthisentiretime *COUGH* and Nicky just furiously hugs him like, "I wouldn't be this fucking mad if I wasn't in love with you." (9/9) AAAH SHIT I'M SORRY 

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WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING??? THIS IS AMAZING AND I WANT MORE???? THIS IS SO GOOD HOLY COW????? i bEG

also post-war where Ovi becomes a teacher and students are genuninly afraid of him at first because they heard rumors that during the war, this guy went undercover in Azkaban as a prisoner and CAME OUT IN ONE PIECE. But then Professor Ovechkin is the silliest, nicest Slytherin these babs have ever met. It’s only during the lesson on dementors that a kid asked what Ovi’s happiest memory is. 

And he kind of hops back on he table, rubbing his wedding ring, and he says “I propose to my husband before I go undercover, and I remember his face, you know? When I come back, he so angry that I didn’t tell him. But he was still wearing the ring.”

So pretty much every student in the class go AWWWWWWWW 

Additionally, everyone knows that the Potions professor and the Head of Slytherin House, Evgeni Malkin, is a tough motherfucker as well. He’s a nice enough guy, from an old, wealthy pureblood family that eventually fought against Voldemort in the war; he will sit down with you if you’re a homesick first-year, loves talking about his husband, who is one of those higher-ups at the Ministry--who supposedly has Veela blood, but no one’s actually ever seen him in person--and their three kids. He not only seems to take care of his own House, but will help lost Hufflepuffs find their way back to their dorms. The paintings near the Hufflepuff dorms greet him with familiarity, saying, “How’s the kids, Geno?” 

The students ask him, “How do you know them so well?” And Professor Malkin will get a sappy look and say, “My husband Hufflepuff. Visit him a lot when we both in Hogwarts and kept trying to get Hufflepuff door to open, but just get sprayed with vinegar when password not right.”

It’s no surprise that the Hufflepuff kids readily adopt Professor Malkin and will gladly greet him when they pass him in the corridors, asking him if he’s coming to the Quidditch games, and asking who he’s cheering for.

“Professor Ovechkin kill me if I’m not cheer for Slytherin. But husband might make me sleep on couch if I’m not cheer for Hufflepuff.” Professor Malkin says. He shows up at the game with two scarfs--one green and the other yellow, and students giggle as they see Professor Ovechkin roll his eyes.

The schools whispers that he went undercover as a Death Eater, back in the day, that he’s seen Voldemort and he’d managed to become one of the few trusted individuals in the Dark Lord’s circle, fooling everyone by pretending to be a double agent for Voldemort with how often he kept going back to the Ministry. But Professor Malkin never talks about it, and especially not when students ask.