#crookshanks and scabbers

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A Peter Pettigrew Project Prompt

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Prompt: A bed, marshmallows and a bicycle.

Idea/Concept: Crookshanks has it out for Scabbers

Ron drools in his sleep, and even rats can do better than a drool soaked pillow for a bed. Scabbers the rat scuttles out of Ron's clutches, the boy not even stirring as Scabbers slips from his fingers.

The rat stops in his tracks when he catches a whiff of something sweet as he scales down the side of the bed.

Little feet hit the floor without a sound, though his untrimmed claws click on the wood flooring as he goes to investigate the delightful sugar-sweet smell.

Scabbers is delighted to come across a single, fluffy pink marshmallow the size of his head, lost under the bed. It’s his lucky night, innit? His little rat tongue darts out to taste the powder-coated sugary treat, before he sinks teeth into the side of it.

His little rat brain had forgotten how tacky and sticky marshmallows could be- he tries to pull away with his first chomp to chew, and his teeth are stuck. His little rat shoulders slump as he sighs. Alas, he’s tired but in no hurry. Surely if he just licks it enough, it will disintegrate and he will be free.

He’s lapping at the marshmallow in his mouth, pushing his tongue against the back of his teeth to unstick them when he hears a low growl behind him. He stiffens, hoping that if he just stays still enough, Crookshanks will be fooled into thinking he’s not there, and be on their way. Perhaps his rat scent will be covered by the scent of marshmallow?

No such luck, it seems, as a giant paw snatches under the bed right for him, catching him by his tail and dragging him out from under the bed. Peter wants to scream, to cry out to his master to save him, but he can’t, because his mouth is still stuck with marshmallow.

Desperate to get out of Crookshanks clutches, Scabbers scrambles at the ground, nails scratching and breaking on the wood as Crookshanks pulls him free from under the bed into the open, their other paw landing on his back to stop him from squirming. Scabbers feels like a pancake, and all he can do in his current position is continue to lick his way free of marshmallow.

Apparently Crookshanks is at a loss of what to do with him now that they have captured him, and for a moment, they’re still. The rat knows he has to act quickly before Crookshanks makes a decision. They’re probably going to eat him.

Crookshanks’ paw lets up just a tiny bit, and Scabbers flips beneath their paw, thrashing and scratching and causing enough confusion and pain that he can scramble away, running, free from the cats clutches and that pesky marshmallow- stuck now between the toes of the nasty cat.

Crookshanks is making chase, he knows it, but he slips between the crack in the wall and he’s home free- Getting out alive… It’s like riding a bike, huh?

[hannahyesss]

Y’know, when Crookshanks tries to eat the villain of the book

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Pets! (I‘m rereading HP, started on Friday, it is now Tuesday and I finished book 3 this morning)

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Inktober Day 15- Misfortune

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film directors really fucking hated ron huh

harry would not stand for this

[vivithefolle]

(1) Hermione annoys me most in PoA bc of how glaringly insensitive she is to Rons family pet. The narrative clearly favors her, as in shes right to hate the rat bc hes a criminal. But what freaking annoys me about all that is she wasnt even self inserting RIGHT to hate the rat. I know other "oh im so smart and righteous" self inserts and even if they are right all the time, the narrative shows that. In her place they would at least Sensed something was wrong with Scabbers in the first place,

(2) So that they could say they were right about him at the end. Did Hermione even suspect any thing weird about the rat that showed hes not who he is? No. She really just hated a rat for the sake of hating, not only with no regards for Ron and his family but also for NO reason. and the Narrative STILL praised her and treat her as "woe is me nobody believes me" . It drives me mad.

Honestly, no I rather Hermione didn't "sense" anything wrong. I like it, actually, that she was simply being a little madam that couldn't assume her responsibilities. It's okay that she wasn't right, or clairvoyant, or supremely observant. That's realistic and that makes her believable. She's not infailible or has these amazing instincts: she's just a kid that wants to skirt responsibilities because while she can be responsible about homework (=responsibilities given by a higher authority), she's not very great at being responsible about interpersonal problems (=responsibilities among her peers).

It illustrates Hermione's mild superiority complex and her issues with being perceived as "flawed". Hermione wants to be right, all the time. Which, yeah, is pretty normal when you're a kid, and on top of that a kid who made "giving the right answer" their entire life's mission (nope I don't relate to that what on Earth do you mean?).

I'm okay with Hermione not "sensing" anything wrong; if anything it would have been another Mary Sue thing. I'm glad Ron was the one who could point out that Crookshanks wasn't acting like a normal cat (which he wasn't, because he isn't a normal cat, though Rowling failed to clarify that in the book proper).

What I'm NOT okay with, is how the book kinda ruins the whole "Hermione was being a bad friend" thing by turning it around to Ron and Harry being bad friends to her by way of Hagrid Ex Machina. "Her cat acted as all cats do"... but none of the Hogwarts cats acted as Crookshanks did with Scabbers, so what's up with that?

Imagine Aragog let Harry and Ron be eaten by his kids. "He acted as giant spiders do"... but wouldn't Hagrid bear blame too, because he KNOWS how giant spiders act? That's the same thing here! Why is the book trying to make it seem like Hagrid has a point when he has that kind of history behind him?!

My biggest problem is how people will claim "Hermione was right about Scabbers". It's a shortcut to say "Hermione was right that Crookshanks didn't eat Scabbers", but it's a harmful shortcut. Hermione wasn't right in any way in that situation, she was maybe right about the specific fact that Scabbers wasn't eaten, but she was NOT right about it because she's especially smart or clairvoyant: she was prideful, she refused to accept blame for HER PET's actions, and it's only by complete coincidence (or should I say contrivance) that she ended up being ultimately correct about one specific aspect of the situation. That does NOT mean she was right about everything to do with the Scabbers situation. It's that kind of nuance that is lost when people claim "Hermione was right in POA".

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No home

The shop was rather quiet today. With the exception of the usual croaking and chirping of the other fellow animals, everything was silent.

Probably because there were no annoying customers present. These witches and wizards barging in with their children, yelling and cooing at the small animals in here. He preferred it this way, honestly! With no human in sight, it gave him the opportunity to relax and… relax some more.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang, and three witches dressed in long purple robes entered the shop. The one on the left was wearing a tall pointy hat and gestured at a cage near the window. Two tortoises were in it, their shell decorated with glittering jewels. “Look Martha! Aren't those absolutely beautiful? Maybe you could adopt one of them?“ She asked, looking at the blond witch to her right. “Yes, they are stunning. But I told you, I'm looking for a cat.“ “There are some over there!” said the third witch helpfully. All three women walked over to the cats, who were sitting in front of a shelf. They started meowing and purring, like this was some sort of competition.

He stayed where he was, at the top off the shelf, from where he had a great view off everything that was going on. It was not like someone would want to adopt him anyway. He was in this shop for too long now and had heard too many people call him hideous, before shooing him away, to not know better by now.

It did take the witch about half an hour, before she had picked one of the cats, paid and left the shop with her friends in tow. He was about to��take a nap, before the doorbell rang again.

So much for an quiet and relaxing day…

This time a wizard came in on his own. Asking the owner, a talented old witch, questions about his double-ended newts. He spoke in such a quiet and calm voice that he was about to take a nap, after all, when the door was opened yet again.

The people who had entered the shop this time, were quite young. Two boys, one who had flaming red hair and the other with black hair and glasses. And then there was a young girl with brown hair, who was looking at the room with the owls nearby, excitedly. Clearly, she was planing on buying one.

Because the wizard with the calm voice was still engaged in a conversation with the witch, the kids took their time to inspect the cages all around them closely. He only paid half attention to them, but flicked his tail annoyed, however, when he heard the rats on the counter jumping again. They always did this, when kids entered the shop. Usually, young witches and wizards thought their weird dancing was funny and often ended up adopting one of them.

A few minutes went by, before the wizard left and the boy with the red hair walked up to the counter. “This is my rat.“ he said to the witch and explained to her, how his rat themed a bit ill as of late. He watched the rat, Scabbers as the boy had called it, intently. Something was strange about this rat, and it was not the fact, that it was sickly looking. But what was it?

Maybe it was the fact, that the boy described his rat as ordinary, and yet it was unusual old for one of its kind. Or maybe it were its eyes who themed to scan its surroundings with a look of terror that was different to the normal instinctual fear these animals typically showed. This expression themed different, almost human-like…

He etched closer to the edge of the shelf to get an even better look at the rat. Once he had seen a well-dressed witch turn into a cat in this shop. He knew of Animagi. And this Scabbers looked so much not like a rat, as the witch had not looked like a cat after her transformation. To the unsuspecting eye very hard to detect, but he could tell. Why was this wizard impersonating the pet of this boy? A cold feeling creeped into his bones. A dark, evil wizard, maybe?

Well, there was one easy way to force him to reveal himself, if he did not wish to end up as his dinner. With one quick motion he jumped from the shelf, hissing loudly, prepared to give Scabbers the fright of his life. His crooked legs sometimes made these kinds of jumps a bit more difficult than necessary and so instead of the counter he landed right on the boy's head. 

“Ugh!“ the redhead yelled startled. “No! Crookshangs, stop!“ yelled the witch immediately. The “rat” managed to escape and ran out of the shop into the busy streets of diagon alley. Hopefully he would stay far away from this kid and stop pretending to be a rat from now on, but given the fact that the rat was with the redhead's family for years already, he kind of doubted that. And the kid did not theme inclined to let him run away. “Scabbers!“ he yelled and ran after him, his dark haired friend following him close by. 

“Oh, I am so sorry! Here, he can have the potion for his rat for free! If he finds it…“ the Witch said to the girl, who had stayed behind. “Bad Crookshanks! Very bad!“ “I don't think he did it on purpose!“ the girl said, and he liked her already. “Pah! He always behaves badly, this Crookshanks! Been here since he was just a kitten but with a look and temper like that no one wants to adopt him.“ “Oh no! Poor Crookshanks!“ replied the girl. She themed to pity him but more so, her tone sounded gentle, as if she genuinely did not understand why no one wanted to adopt him. He liked her even more now and walked a bit closer to her to sniff her long brown hair. She smiled a started to stroke his head. “I would like to adopt him.“ she said. 

“What?!“ said the witch surprised and saying what he was thinking. A weird mixture of emotion filled him. A bit of hope, joy and gratitude, but also fear. Maybe the calm voice of the wizard had lulled him into a deep slumber after all, and this girl wasn't even real. Why would a dark wizard live as a rat for years anyway?

He was so lost in thoughts that he didn't registered the girl had paid for him until she picked him up and exited the shop with him in her arms. They were solid and warm, and her expression was even warmer while she looked at him lovingly. This was not a dream! And the confusing mixture of emotions made room for an intense happiness. He finally had a home!

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Who the fuck let a bunch of eleven year olds have and take care of pets at a magic school where they see their parents like 3 times a year?

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A canonical list of times Remus told Sirius to sit and Sirius said I’m sat

Then Lupin spoke in an odd voice, a voice that shook with some suppressed emotion. “Where is he, Sirius?” Black’s face was quite expressionless. For a few seconds, he didn’t move at all. Then, very slowly, he raised his empty hand and pointed straight at Ron.

And Crookshanks was thrown to the floor as Black lunged at Scabbers; Ron yelled with pain as Black’s weight fell on his broken leg. “Sirius, NO!” Lupin yelled, launching himself forwards and dragging Black away from Ron again.

“And Harry — you owe Harry the truth, Sirius!” Black stopped struggling, though his hollowed eyes were still fixed on Scabbers, who was clamped tightly under Ron’s bitten, scratched, and bleeding hands. “All right, then,” Black said, without taking his eyes off the rat. “Tell them whatever you like. But make it quick, Remus. I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for. . . .”

Lupin was struggling against his bonds. Black bent down quickly and untied him.

“How did you find out where he was?” Black put one of his clawlike hands inside his robes and took out a crumpled piece of paper, which he smoothed flat and held out to show the others […] “How did you get this?” Lupin asked Black, thunderstruck. “Fudge,” said Black.

[Sirius’s] voice broke. He turned away. “Enough of this,” said Lupin, and there was a steely note in his voice Harry had never heard before.

“Ready, Sirius?” said Lupin. Black had already retrieved Snape’s wand from the bed. He approached Lupin and the struggling rat, and his wet eyes suddenly seemed to be burning in his face. “Together?” he said quietly. “I think so,” said Lupin, holding Scabbers tightly in one hand and his wand in the other.

Black’s wand arm rose, but Lupin seized him around the wrist, gave him a warning look, then turned again to Pettigrew, his voice light and casual.

“Now he’s going to kill me too. . . . You’ve got to help me, Remus. . . .” Black’s face looked more skull-like than ever as he stared at Pettigrew with his fathomless eyes. “No one’s going to try and kill you until we’ve sorted a few things out,” said Lupin.

Black and Lupin were looking at each other. Then, with one movement, they lowered their wands.

Sirius started to rise from his chair. “Molly, you’re not the only person at this table who cares about Harry,” said Lupin sharply. “Sirius, sit down.” Mrs. Weasley’s lower lip was trembling. Sirius sank slowly back into his chair, his face white.

“There are dangers involved of which you can have no idea, any of you . . . I think Molly’s right, Sirius. We’ve said enough.” Sirius half-shrugged but did not argue.

“I’m coming up there to have a word with Snape!” said Sirius forcefully and he actually made to stand up, but Lupin wrenched him back down again. “If anyone’s going to tell Snape it will be me!” he said firmly.

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charmed [17]: 'the finale: part 1' (remus lupin x reader)

a/n: part 2 drops wednesday at midnight.

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series summary: set in the prisoner of azkaban, including its major plot points. remus and y/n get hired by dumbledore last minute to teach at hogwarts, defense against the dark arts and charms respectively. not wanting the students to know they are married, they navigate the challenging year through hidden glances, hand holds underneath the table and loving moments in their offices. even with all their efforts to conceal their relationship, their chemistry does not go unnoticed by the student population of hogwarts, who grow fond of the pair as they offer them some of the best classes they’ve had in a while. their relationship as newlyweds is strengthened as teaching the next generation of wizards unlocks a sea of memories of their love story. for the second time in his life, remus holds hogwarts responsible for some of his happiest memories. he’s given the chance to create them with the love of his life, y/n, who has taught and continues to teach him that every part of him is lovable, remaining forever under her charm.

17. 

"What are you going to do with him if I give him to you?" Ron asked Lupin tensely. 

"Force him to show himself," said Lupin. "If he really is a rat, it won't hurt him." 

Ron hesitated. Then at long last, he held out Scabbers and Lupin took him. Scabbers began to squeak without stopping, twisting and turning, his tiny black eyes bulging in his head. "Ready, Sirius?" said Lupin. 

Black had already retrieved Snape's wand from the bed. He approached Lupin and the struggling rat, and his wet eyes suddenly seemed to be burning in his face. 

"Together?" he said quietly. 

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest nervously.

"I think so,,, said Lupin, holding Scabbers tightly in one hand and his wand in the other. "On the count of three. One -- two -- THREE!" 

A flash of blue-white light erupted from both wands; for a moment, Scabbers was frozen in midair, his small gray form twisting madly -- Ron yelled -- the rat fell and hit the floor. There was another blinding flash of light and then —  

It was like watching a speeded-up film of a growing tree. A head was shooting upward from the ground; limbs were sprouting; a moment later, a man was standing where Scabbers had been, cringing and wringing his hands. Crookshanks was spitting and snarling on the bed; the hair on his back was standing up. 

"Well, hello, Peter," said Lupin pleasantly, as though rats frequently erupted into old school friends around him. "Long time, no see. 

"S -- Sirius... R -- Remus..." Even Pettigrew's voice was squeaky. Again, his eyes darted toward the door. "My friends... my old friends..." 

Black’s arm wand rose, but Y/N seized his wrist, giving him a warning look. Sirius jumped, as this was the first time Y/N had touched him— and she quickly retracted her hand as they both turned their attention back toward Remus and Peter.

"We've been having a little chat, Peter, about what happened the night Lily and James died. You might have missed the finer points while you were squeaking around down there on the bed — I'd like to clear up one or two little matters with you, Peter.” 

“D-don’t know… what you’re t-talking about, Remus— He- he—“ He squirmed, pointing at Sirius with a trembling finger. “He’s here to k-kill me, he's got dark powers the rest of us can only dream of!”

Black started to laugh, a horrible, mirthless laugh that filled the whole room. 

"Voldemort, teach me tricks?" he said.

Pettigrew flinched as though Black had brandished a whip at him. 

"What, scared to hear your old master's name?" said Black. I don't blame you, Peter. His lot aren't very happy with you, are they?" 

"Don't know... what you're talking about...," said Pettigrew again, more shrilly than ever. He wiped his face on his sleeve and looked up at Lupin. "You don't believe this -- this madness, Remus --" 

"I must admit, Peter, I have difficulty in understanding why an innocent man would want to spend twelve years as a rat," said Lupin evenly. 

"Innocent, but scared!" squealed Pettigrew. "If Voldemort's supporters were after me, it was because I put one of their best men in Azkaban -- the spy, Sirius Black!" 

"How dare you," he growled, sounding suddenly like the bearsized dog he had been. I, a spy for Voldemort? When did I ever sneak around people who were stronger and more powerful than myself? But you, Peter -- I'll never understand why I didn't see you were the spy from the start. You always liked big friends who'd look after you, didn't you? It used to be us... me and Remus... and James….”

Pettigrew wiped his face again; he was almost panting for breath. 

"Me, a spy... must be out of your mind... never... don't know how you can say such a --" 

"Lily and James only made you Secret-Keeper because I suggested it,” Black hissed. 

"Professor Lupin?" said Hermione timidly. "Can — can I say something?" 

"Certainly, Hermione," said Lupin courteously. 

"If you don't mind me asking, how -- how did you get out of Azkaban, if you didn't use Dark Magic?" 

"Thank you!" gasped Pettigrew, nodding frantically at her. "Exactly! Precisely what I —" 

But Lupin silenced him with a look. Black was frowning slightly at Hermione, but not as though he were annoyed with her. He seemed to be pondering his answer. 

"I don't know how I did it," he said slowly. "I think the only reason I never lost my mind is that I knew I was innocent. That wasn't a happy thought, so the dementors couldn't suck it out of me... but it kept me sane and knowing who I am... helped me keep my powers... so when it all became ... too much... I could transform in my cell... become a dog. Dementors can't see, you know...." He swallowed. "They feel their way toward people by feeding off their emotions.... They could tell that my feelings were less -- less human, less complex when I was a dog... but they thought, of course, that I was losing my mind like everyone else in there, so it didn't trouble them. But I was weak, very weak, and I had 

no hope of driving them away from me without a wand...." 

"But then I saw Peter in that picture... I realized he was at Hogwarts with Harry... perfectly positioned to act, if one hint reached his ears that the Dark Side was gathering strength again...." 

"It was as if someone had lit a fire In my head, and the dementors couldn't destroy it.... It wasn't a happy feeling... it was an obsession... but it gave me strength, it cleared my mind. So, one night when they opened my door to bring food, I slipped past them as a dog.... It's so much harder for them to sense animal emotions that they were confused.... I was thin, very thin... thin enough to slip through the bars.... I swam as a dog back to the mainland.... I journeyed north and slipped into the Hogwarts grounds as a dog. I've been living in the forest ever since, except when I came to watch the Quidditch, of course. You fly as well as your father did, Harry...." 

He looked at Harry, who did not look away. 

"Believe me," croaked Black. "Believe me, Harry. I never betrayed James and Lily. I would have died before I betrayed them." 

And at long last, Harry believed him. Throat too tight to speak, he nodded. 

"No!" 

Pettigrew had fallen to his knees as though Harry's nod had been his own death sentence. He shuffled forward on his knees, groveling, his hands clasped in front of him as though praying. 

"Sirius -- it's me... it's Peter... your friend... you wouldn't --" Black kicked out and Pettigrew recoiled. 

"There's enough filth on my robes without you touching them," said Black. 

"Remus!" Pettigrew squeaked, turning to Lupin instead, writhing imploringly in front of him.

And he scrambled around to Ron. 

"Ron... haven't I been a good friend... a good pet? You won't let them kill me, Ron, will you... you're on my side, aren't you. 

But Ron was staring at Pettigrew with the utmost revulsion. "I let you sleep in my bed!" he said. 

"Kind boy... kind master..." Pettigrew crawled toward Ron "You won't let them do it.... I was your rat.... I was a good pet...." 

"If you made a better rat than a human, it's not much to boast about, Peter," said Black harshly. Ron, going still paler with pain, wrenched his broken leg out of Pettigrew's reach. Pettigrew turned on his knees, staggered forward, and seized the hem of Hermione's robes. 

"Sweet girl... clever girl... you -- you won't let them.... Help me...." 

Hermione pulled her robes out of Pettigrew's clutching hands and backed away against the wall, looking horrified. 

“Y/N! Oh, Y/N— we’ve been friends… you knew me—“ He attempted to lunge at her before being violently pushed back by both Sirius and Remus.

“Don’t you even dare touch her…” Remus growled.

Pettigrew knelt, trembling uncontrollably, and-turned his head slowly toward Harry. 

"Harry... Harry... you look just like your father... just like him...." 

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO HARRY?" roared Black. "HOW DARE YOU FACE HIM? HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT JAMES IN FRONT OF HIM?" 

Black and Lupin stood shoulder to shoulder, wands raised. 

Hermione covered her face with her hands and turned to the wall. Y/N bit her lip, unsure how to react or feel in the moment.

"NO!" Harry yelled. He ran forward, placing himself in front Pettigrew, facing the wands. "You can't kill him," he said breathlessly. "You can't." 

Black and Lupin both looked staggered. Y/N exhaled a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

"Harry, this piece of vermin is the reason you have no parents," Black snarled. "This cringing bit of filth would have seen you die too, without turning a hair. You heard him. His own stinking skin meant more to him than your whole family." 

"I know," Harry panted. "We'll take him up to the castle. We'll hand him over to the dementors.... He can go to Azkaban... but don't kill him." 

Y/N breathed heavily, cold sweat coating the palms of her hands and the low of her back.

"Harry!" gasped Pettigrew, and he flung his arms around Harry's knees. "You -- thank you -- it's more than I deserve -- thank you --" 

"Get off me," Harry spat, throwing Pettigrew's hands off him in disgust. "I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it because -- I don't reckon my dad would've wanted them to become killers -- just for you." 

Remus and Sirius looked at each other, and nodded.

Thin cords shot from Lupin's wand this time, and next moment, Pettigrew was wriggling on the floor, bound and gagged. 

"But if you transform, Peter," growled Black, his own wand pointing at Pettigrew too, "we will kill you. You agree, Harry?" 

Harry looked down at the pitiful figure on the floor and nodded so that Pettigrew could see him. 

“Right.” Y/N finally spoke. "Ron, I can't mend bones nearly as well as Madam Pomfrey, so I think it's best if we just strap your leg up until we can get you to the hospital wing." 

She hurried over to Ron, bent down, tapped Ron's leg with her wand, and muttered, "Ferula." Bandages spun up Ron's leg, strapping it tightly to a splint. Lupin helped him to his feet; Ron put his weight gingerly on the leg and didn't wince. 

"That's better," he said. "Thanks." 

Remus turned his gaze on Y/N and was about to ask her how she felt, before Hermione brought up a very real point.

"What about Professor Snape?" 

“Nothing wrong with him.” Sirius bent over him and checked his pulse. “You were just a little… overenthusiastic, Y/N.”

Y/N winced. “Oops.”

Sirius muttered, "Mobilicorpus." As though invisible strings were tied to Snape's wrists, neck, and knees, he was pulled into a standing position, head still lolling unpleasantly, like a grotesque puppet. He hung a few inches above the ground, his limp feet dangling. 

Lupin picked up the Invisibility Cloak and tucked it safely into his pocket. 

"And two of us should be chained to this," said Black, nudging Pettigrew with his toe. "Just to make sure." 

"I'll do it," said Lupin.

"And me," said Ron savagely, limping forward. 

Harry had never been part of a stranger group. Crookshanks led the way down the stairs; Lupin, Pettigrew, and Ron went next, looking like entrants in a six-legged race. Next came Professor Snape, drifting creepily along, his toes hitting each stair as they descended, held up by his own wand, which was being pointed at him by Sirius. Y/N, Harry and Hermione brought up the rear. 

Getting back up through the tunnel proved to be a challenge. Remus, Ron and Peter managed to squeeze through sideways, shuffling along in single file. Sirius followed with Snape dangling behind him, his lolling head bumped frequently against the ceiling under Sirius’ control. They walked in silence until they reached the end of the tunnel, where Crookshanks exited first to paw at the root knot, letting everyone else exit without the chaos of the tree’s moving branches. At last, all of them were out.

Silently, with the occasional cry and whimper from Peter, they trampled through the grounds and halted just where the Castle was in view.

Remus detached him and Ron from Peter, helping Ron sit down while keeping his wand on Peter. “Let’s take a break,” Remus said, to which a grateful Ron nodded.

Sirius dropped Snape down carelessly. Harry and Hermione rushed to Ron, joining him on the floor and asking him if his leg was alright.

“So.” Sirius said seriously, looking at Y/N.

She still had her arms crossed over her chest defensively, before letting them down to grab one of Remus’ hands. She raised her eyebrows.

“How much more innocent do I have to be proven to get a hug from an old friend?” Sirius said, spreading his arms wide open.

Y/N smiled slightly, dropping Remus’ hand and slowly walking up to Sirius. She raised her arms, letting Sirius engulf her in a warm embrace, finally relaxing for the first time tonight. “God, it’s been so long.” She sighed.

They separated and Y/N fought back tears as she cupped his face, taking the time to have a proper look at him. “You’re so thin now.” She whispered sadly, brushing her thumbs along his cheekbones which cut right through from underneath his thin layer of skin.

“And you’re beautiful as always.”

Remus watched them with endearment pouring out of his eyes.

“What more do we not know about them?” Ron whispered to Harry and Hermione with a puzzled expression as they watched the unusual reunion unfold in front of them.

“You’re gonna be free now.” Y/N smiled. “You’ll be able to eat whatever you want again. Fill these cheeks out.”

“I’m free.” Sirius chuckled loosely. Y/N nodded, doing the same as a tear threatened to spill. He laughed more loudly now, beckoning Remus to join them.

“FREE!” Sirius shouted, jumping up and down, then squeezing his two friends against him.

“Whoa-“ Y/N said, “o-okay.” She pulled away from them. “Careful”, and she reflexively placed her hand defensively over her stomach. Her jaw dropped as she remembered.

“You okay?” Remus eyed her with slight concern.

Y/N’s eyes widened as her mouth hung open, moving but unable to get any words out. Sirius’ eyes darted between the two, looking for clues on what was going on all of a sudden.

“I’m…” Y/N managed to say. “I’m…” She looked down at her hand and looked back up at Remus. Comprehension dawned on him and he covered his mouth, gasping.

“Are you…”

Y/N nodded furiously, heavy tears spilling out. “Remus, I’m pregnant, I took a test literally earlier tonight— I had forgotten, with everything that’s happened after— but I forgot, and it’s really early, but I was feeling off and so I did the test and—“

It was like all the words that had failed her just prior all fought their way out at the same time. Remus let out a scream that could only be described as close to a joyful howl and ran to her. He dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his cheek on her stomach.

“Are you really?” Remus whispered for only her to hear, searching her eyes intensely through his own glossy ones, as if confirmation of the truth was hidden somewhere under her pupils.

Y/N nodded, smiling, eyes absolutely sparkling as she cradled his head. She burst into happy tears as Remus’ eyes welled up. For the next minute, all they could do was let out disbelieving gasps as words began to fail them. He stood up, wrapping her in his arms.

They hid their faces into each other’s necks, crying softly into each other. “I love you,” Remus said into her hair.

“I love you too,” she whispered back.

“Holy shit…” Sirius stumbled slightly at the news. 

“It’s still really early,” Y/N said, finally pulling away from Remus, but unable to keep herself from smiling ear to ear.

“I’m…” Sirius whispered. He took both of their hands.

He was unable to finish his sentence but Remus and Y/N knew what he meant by the expression in his eyes and simply returned the silent sentiment. 

“Thank you.” Remus said quietly at his friend, squeezing his hand.

“C-Congratulations Professor Y/N.” Hermione said shyly, afraid to intrude on this incredibly intimate moment. The three of them had just been watching silently from the side until now. Well, somewhat silently, if you excluded Peter’s muffled whines that he let out once in a while. “And Professor Lupin.”

“Thank you, Hermione.” Y/N said warmly. She read her nervous, unsure body language and beckoned her over, wrapping a protective arm around Hermione’s shoulders.

Sirius took a few steps back, turning to face the open air where the Castle stood proud in the dark distance. 

Harry glanced at Ron and Peter, who sat immobile on the ground and inched closer to Sirius. The older man saw him approach.

“In all its’ glory, eh?” He turned back to the castle. Harry nodded. “God, it hasn’t changed one bit. Not from here, at least.”

Harry observed him. Almost longingly. In the span of a few hours, the image of him had completely changed in his mind. He wanted to know so much more. There was so much to ask.

"You know what this means?" Black said abruptly to Harry. “Me being free?" 

“You can eat all you want now?” Harry joked. Black chuckled, glancing back at Remus and Y/N, who had taken a seat alongside the others. Remus couldn’t take his hand off Y/N’s belly.

"Yes...," said Black. "But I'm also — I don't know if anyone ever told you — I'm your godfather." 

"Yeah, I knew that," said Harry. 

"Well... your parents appointed me your guardian," said Black stiffly. "If anything happened to them..." 

Harry waited.

"I'll understand, of course, if you want to stay with your aunt and uncle," said Black. "But... well... think about it. Once my name's cleared... if you wanted a... a different home..." 

Some sort of explosion took place upon Harry’s expression. 

"What — live with you?" he said. "Leave the Dursleys?" 

"Of course, I thought you wouldn't want to," said Black quickly. "I understand, I just thought I'd —" 

"Are you insane?" said Harry, his voice easily as croaky as Black's. 

"Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Have you got a house? When can I move in?" 

Black turned right around to look at him.

"You want to?" he said. "You mean it?”

 "Yeah, I mean it!" said Harry. 

Black's gaunt face broke into the first true smile where the joy reached his eyes as well. The difference it made was startling, as though a person ten years younger were shining through the starved mask; for a moment, he was recognizable as the man who had laughed at Harry's parents' wedding. 

Sirius looked at Harry as if he were his own son, but feeling slightly awkward, extended out his arm and pat the boy on the shoulder stiffly. 

Y/N was watching the scene unfold between the two from her spot on the ground. Tears were rolling down her cheek, fast and hot. In that moment, hope filled up the chests of Y/N, Remus, Sirius, and Harry. It felt, it almost felt… like the future had a glimmer of a chance of having family in it.

Remus took notice, and wiped her cheeks dry with the back of his fingers. He took her hand, and squeezed it reassuringly. He was still crying himself, at the news that he was going to be a father.

His gaze was rested upon her face and while Y/N’s originally was too, her eyes shifted. They shifted to the sky behind him. A cloud had just cleared, and the night seemed to brighten a tad more.

She dropped his hand. The corners of her lips dropped.

Her face was now fully bathed in moonlight and Remus snapped his head back to see the full moon emerging into the sky. He went rigid.

“He didn’t take his potion tonight!” Hermione gasped.

“Sirius.” Y/N said, deadpan, not taking her eyes off Remus.

Sirius whipped his head around and froze. “Run.”

When Harry didn’t move the second he was told to, Sirius repeated it, and pushed him down the grass to where Ron and Hermione were. “RUN!”

Remus began to shake and Y/N jumped to her feet, but Sirius burst between them. “Leave it to me.” He said.

Sirius attempted to drag Remus’ transforming body away from the others as Y/N clutched onto Hermione and Harry’s shoulders tightly. “You guys need to run, okay?” She said, hands shaking in her grip as she nudged them in the Castle’s direction opposite from Sirius and Remus. “Ron, can you get up—“

She turned her attention to Ron on the floor, and squatted in attempt to help him get to his feet. “Oh, fucking hell—“ She cried at Snape’s unconscious body. She bent over him, slapping him multiple times on the face. “Wake up, wake up, wake up.”

There was a terrible snarling noise. Lupin's head was lengthening. So was his body. His shoulders were hunching. Hair was sprouting visibly on his face and hands, which were curling into clawed paws. As the werewolf reared, snapping its long jaws, Sirius disappeared from Harry's eyeline. He had transformed. The enormous, bearlike dog bounded forward onto the wolf. They were locked, jaw to jaw, claws ripping at each other. 

Harry, Ron and Hermione stood, transfixed by the sight, too intent upon the battle to notice anything else. Peter, who was still tied up, was inching his fingers near Remus’ wand, which had fallen onto the ground not more than a few inches away from him. He squirmed through his ties and… BANG! Light flashed once he got his hands on it and he was free from the restraints. 

“EXPELLIARMUS!” Harry pointed his wand, but it was too late— Peter had transformed into a rat and scurried off in the dark patches of grass. “Y/N, he escaped!”

“Fuck.” Y/N said, giving up on reanimating Snape. She rose to her feet, looking out for the rat, when another sound from afar caught her attention.

Yelping, whining… a dog in pain. A small thud of its body hitting the ground. Then, a howl and rumbling growl. Heavy paws running, and getting louder. The werewolf was headed back towards them. 

Y/N looked between the spot where Peter had disappeared and the three kids. There was no decision to make. 

“GO!” She yelled at them. “DON’T COME THIS WAY.”

And with a crack, she transformed into a dove and flapped her wings to get height. She whistled, getting the wolf’s attention, and soared through the sky, leading him straight into the Forbidden Forest.

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Romione Hot Take

So I have seen arguments from Dramione antis claiming that Dramione would only benefit Draco (re. Draco's redemption) and Hermione would just be a prop to Draco's redemption arc in an AU where Dramione was canon.

And I kind of agree? I do think Hermione could benefit somehow from the ship if I think hard enough but Dramione mainly benefits Draco when you look at it from a surface level.

But I would pose to Romione fans that this criticism applies to Romione too. But in the reverse: Romione benefits Hermione more than Ron.

Off the top of my head, I can recall various and numerous moments where Ron was very caring and protective of Hermione. Like Ron covering Hermione with a blanket (or something like that), Ron screaming when Hermione was being tortured by Bella, Ron praising Hermione for being brilliant, Ron showing concern when Draco hit her with the growing teeth jinx, defending her against Snape in book 3 etc. Of course, Ron has his jerk moments but the dude is a teenage boy. He learns from his mistakes and it's nothing to crucify him for.

I can't say the same for Hermione. When I think about Hermione's treatment of Ron, the first moments that come to mind are moments where she is dismissive, cold and belittling Ron. Nothing Ron has done can top Hermione's vicious canary attack and the way she shows absolutely no remorse for it (she even jokes she is tempted to do it again in book 7). Or when Hermione doubted Ron deserved to be prefect in book 5. Or the Scabber and Crookshanks' fiasco and Ron was the one who was made out to be the bad guy. Hermione does care for Ron in her own way, not saying she doesn't, but it's sickening how the narrative constantly vindicates her. And plus there are a few moments where she shows care for Ron that make her look bad because it involves hurting others. Like how she sabotaged Cormac in tryouts so Ron could be goalkeeper. This is not as romantic as it seems.

I can't believe I keep defending a ship I don't like. But I am tired of seeing Romione fans toss stones from their glass houses. Several criticisms they level at Dramione shippers (most of whom they blanket label as rape apologists and sexists) can be applied to their canon ship.

Romione is not the ultimate romance. I am sure that if Ron treated Hermione the way she treated him, people would have a different tune about this ship. Ron deserved better than Hermione. Ron deserved someone who would build him up and could reciprocate his caring nature. Because Hermione ain't it.

Ron does not need Hermione. Ron is a sociable guy and has other friends and can make more friends. When JKR remembers to treat Ron with respect, the guy is smart enough on his own and he's probably the most emotionally intelligent of the trio. He's definitely the one with the most common sense. Hermione needs him more than he needs her. Romione does little for Ron. Sometimes I feel that Romione is just there to make Hermione feel special IMO. Romione and Hinny serve no great purpose as ships except to ensure our main characters can pop out their annoying offspring in the epilogue. If you take out the ships, nothing really changes.

That's my random TED talk. Not interested in hearing any defence about Romione either. I don't think there is anything that can endear me to this lacklustre ship.

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What pet do you think Sebastian would have. And what do you think Ominis named his toad?

For Ominis' toad I think that he would give it a very human name just for the sake of it being silly. For the time period a lot of names we consider cookie cutter were fairly popular and although the wizarding world is full of unique names, the idea of him having this toad that he calls like "William" or "Henry" is hilarious to me and I think he would think the same. So when he's mentioning his toad by name people don't even realize that at first it's an amphibian he's referring to. Whereas other names we've heard like "Scabbers" or "Crookshanks" are reasonably obvious they belong to pets.

I believe I've mentioned it before or discussed it somewhere, but I think Sebastian would have a pet that is mostly self-sufficient, but also able to accompany him on mischievous adventures. Either something like a cat or maybe a bird other than just an owl. Most definitely something that had was akin to having freedom, but could be there to keep him company and give him a sense of purpose when he was feeling down.

[diana-bookfairchild]

Happy Birthday to my favourite character! @thethreebroomsticksficfest

“Hi, Hedwig,” Harry stroked his snowy owl’s head, settled comfortably in one of the nooks of the Owlery. The view from the window was astounding; even better, perhaps, than the one from the Gryffindor common room and dorms.

Hedwig made a crooning noise, flapping her wings as she hopped up his arm. Harry knew several fellow owl owners had special gloves or arm-covering they wore for this, but he had never felt the necessity for one. Hedwig never hurt him, and besides, the digging in of her claws into his skin was comforting even as it stung sharply.

“Ron and Hermione are fighting again,” he started on the update he always gave his owl about his day-to-day life. It was nice, telling it as though he had someone who cared.

Hedwig did care, after all.

“And this time. . . I dunno, Hedwig. It feels more permanent this time. Last time was – indirectly – because of me, and the Firebolt. Oh, and the Firebolt!” Harry gushed. “It’s amazing! It’s tons better than even the advertisements, and those would make you think the broom is worth your life. We won the match with Ravenclaw using it! I mean, I’m pretty sure we would’ve won even without—” He felt a dull pang for his beloved Nimbus. “But the Firebolt was a lot of encouragement, I’m sure. I bet I could outfly even you on it, Hedwig.” He teased.

He liked to think the look Hedwig gave him now was one of extreme derision. Sometimes he genuinely thought she could understand what he was saying. Hermione would know if magical messenger owls had any more special abilities.

The thought of Hermione was enough to bring down his euphoria. He drew his knees to his chest. “I dunno, Hedwig. I just miss her. But she is in the wrong here!” He added, voicing the thoughts he hadn’t dared to since that disastrous conversation with his friend. “I mean, it does look like Crookshanks ate Scabbers, and obviously that’s natural for cats and rats—” Harry spared a grimace for the school that allowed cats, rats, owls and toads as pets (he was sure this wasn’t the first nor last incident of animals clashing), “But she should still apologize, right? I mean, I don’t know. What do you think?”

Hedwig blinked at him, nipping his ear gently.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m going to let them resolve this on their own.” He decided. He hadn’t liked the thought of interfering anyway, and the resolution was a relief. “But I hope they do it soon. I miss all three of us together. The homework help, too,” he joked. Hedwig hooted admonishingly.

“Good thing I got you, huh, girl? If I had a cat too, this’d be a never-ending mess.” He mused.

Hedwig fixed him with a stare, as if to say he should have gotten her anyway. “Yeah, obviously. You’re the best. Even if I don’t have that much mail that needs delivering,” he added guiltily. Hagrid, the Weasleys and Hermione used Hedwig too, but he still felt bad about her sitting in the owlery all the time without any work. “I wish I had someone to write to. For the sake of it too, but also for you.”

Hedwig just huffed, flapping her wings in his face.

Harry grinned. “Yeah. I’m glad I have you anyway too, Hedwig.”

[books-covers-andanalysis]

Thank you anonymous!

The idea that Harry didn’t appreciate Ron’s friendship is the biggest mischaracterization (scratch that almost that biggest) of Harry I’ve ever seen. The evidence that proves the opposite is so much I can’t even include it all in one post, but I’ll include the biggest points

As soon as Harry and Ron meet and become friends, we see Harry value having a friend basically immediately. He’s happy to have someone to share his treats with, he comforts Ron about his family’s financial situation, shares with Ron how alone he feels and how he doesn’t know any magic and feels like a fraud because he doesn’t even remember what he’s famous for

Than when Draco shows up asking to be friends with Harry and insults Ron in the process, Harry turns down Draco’s friendship offer. It’s not only because of Draco’s attitude in the robe shop, it’s also specifically because he insults Ron. Harry turns down the ability to have a few more friends to stand up for a kid he just met. You don’t do that unless you appreciate that person

When Ron and Hermione are feuding in book 3, Harry takes Ron’s side. Yes, he tries to get them to stop fighting, but when it comes down to it the books note he told Hermione that Crookshanks probably did eat Scabbers and she should say sorry. He stopped talking to Hermione for a little while because her and Ron were fighting and not speaking and Harry appreciates Ron’s friendship so much that he wasn’t going to do anything that would make him upset

In Goblet of Fire, Harry is completely devastated that he and Ron are fighting now. Not only do the books literally say that he likes Hermione but he misses Ron as his best friend, but the fact that he and Ron aren’t talking is what the majority if these next few chapters are about. And he also immediately forgives Ron and they immediately go back to the way they were

Same thing in the deathly hallows when they’re fighting, Harry is extremely upset and how much he misses Ron takes up a lot of the next chapter. He becomes like, unfunctional he is so upset. And than again, immediately forgives Ron when he comes back

If Harry didn’t appreciate Ron’s friendship, he wouldn’t mouth off to Malfoy when he comes for Ron and his family. If Harry didn’t appreciate Ron’s friendship, he wouldn’t immediately forgive him after two massive fights. If Harry didn’t appreciate Ron’s friendship, how much he misses Ron wouldn’t become all he thinks about when they’re not speaking

And more than anything else, if Harry didn’t appreciate Ron’s friendship, he never would’ve said, in response to Ron saying “Dumbledore knew I would leave you guys”, Harry would have never said “No, he knew you would always come back”