#regulus is harry potters parent

[starmoonsunseeker]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: House of the Dragon (TV), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death Relationships: Regulus Black/Original Male Character(s), Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen, Regulus Black/James Potter, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Alice Longbottom/Frank Longbottom, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy Characters: James Potter, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Andromeda Black Tonks, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans Potter, Marlene McKinnon, Frank Longbottom, Alicent Hightower, Alice Longbottom, Amelia Bones, Amos Diggory, Pandora Lovegood, Luna Lovegood, Xenophilius Lovegood, Barty Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Sybill Trelawney, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Albus Dumbledore, Pomona Sprout, Filius Flitwick, Horace Slughorn, Minerva McGonagall, Charlus Potter, Dorea Black Potter, Orion Black, Arcturus Black III | Sirius Black's Grandfather, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Walburga Black Additional Tags: Female Regulus Black, Regulus Black is Harry Potter's Parent, Harry Potter is the Heir to the House of Black, Regulus Black Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Reincarnation, Time Travel, Regulus Black Raises Harry Potter Summary:

Life and Fate were ever changing, but there was no world where Rhaenyra Targaryen ended up being a bad mother - it was entirely contrary to her maternal nature and her tender heart. So when she was reborn as Regulus Aquila Black without very few memories of her former life and elevated at the status of heir, she had been overjoyed to raise her future children as proper nobles.

Entangled with a steamy love affair with James Potter only to be heartbroken by his betrayal and infidelity, she was then responsible for raising her son by her lonesome while protecting him from the machinations of Voldemort and Dumbledore.

Thankfully, her sweet boy was always ready to be his mother's knight - and time traveling to make sure she married the right man instead of losing seemed like such a small bargain with Death. Hadrian should have known nothing was ever easy.

[not-rab]

Harry, jumping out of Regulus’ closet: BOO!

Regulus:

Harry:

Regulus:

Harry: *makes a sad face*

Regulus: Ahh Merlin you scared me!!

[a-great-tragedy]

Based on what I know, I do not think Sirius and Regulus were even taught being gay was possible. I think Walburga/Orion refused to teach them it even exists. So I imagine them finding out like this:

Sirius: Yeah, if I was a girl I would probably date Remus to be honest. Such a shame it’s impossible for me to like him.

James: Impossible? What do you mean??

Sirius: Well you can only like people of the opposite gender.. right?

James: …No, you can like people of the same gender, that exists. It’s a thing.

Sirius: ( °ㅁ°)

Sirius: I must tell Reg

[theo-notts-doll]

regulus is a short little man but when he and sirius both stop growing he is a singular inch taller than sirius and they'll fight about it for the rest of their lives that is my truth

[evyltalks]

Prompt : baby harry with jegulus + James playing guitar for Harry

This makes my heart melt

[yourgalgremlin]

Not the Black family trauma 🫠

[themanfromeire]

Wolfstar's!Child - Mama Raised a Little Bitch

Parents!Sirius Black & Remus Lupin x Teenager!Reader (ft. Jegulily)

Reader's gender and Hogwarts house is unspecified

This is my first work of the series - if you have any suggestions or requests, let me know!

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Fucked was not a strong enough word to describe how totally and utterly screwed you were now.

When you had first gotten your Hogwarts letter, your uncle Regulus had fallen to his knees (metaphorically) to beg you not to be like James, or your papa Sirius. Remus had joined in too, with both of them citing that ‘Sirius and James were bad enough’ as their justification.

With a promise you had intended to adhere to, you departed to Hogwarts. 

In your defence, you believed you would never even come close to breaking it - you had been going strong for four years now, dedicating yourself to academia instead of continuing the Marauders’ legacy, much to the horror of your godfather and papa.

They had made a big deal about ‘disowning you’, opting to name Fred and George Weasley as their heirs, who were more than happy to accept. You believed it to be a joke. For the most part.

However, now there was a blot on your record - a spill of crimson Chardonnet on a white bedsheet if you will.

A blot that came in the form of Hera O’Donnell.

With her snide remarks and condescending attitude, she strutted around Hogwarts like she were the headmaster herself - as a lioness scoured a savanna for a deer to sink its fangs in to, she paroused her peers, searching for the easiest one to prey upon.

You were her chosen doe. 

In her skewed vision, you wore shoes too big for you to fill - the weight of the Lupin-Black left you crushed by expectations and drowning in inadequacy, waves of failure washing over your head and coating the inside of your lungs with a thick layer of incompetence.

But your head remained firmly above water.

Despite her taunts and jibes being fruitless at first, Hera had hunted you down and separated you from your pack, and now, her teeth finally began to pierce your skin.

 Logically, you should have informed someone. You were not alone - your dad and papa were forever on your side, along with your godfather James, godmother Lily, Uncle Regulus and all of your aunts and uncles, composed of your parents’ Hogwarts friends.

But Hera awoke a different part of you. Something more spiteful. Something more primal.

Reporting it would not be as satisfying. As gratifying. But revenge would be.

If anyone asked you about what had happened to Hera O’Donnell, you would simply claim something along the lines of how ‘her appearance had improved with the addition of a skunk tail.’ It amused your peers, undeniably, but the staff not so much.

Even as your head of house sat you down and informed you of the consequences of transfiguring someone like that and the numerous procedures that Hera was undergoing at St. Mongo’s, having been transferred there for more specialist care, you could not find it in yourself to care. 

However, you absolutely did find it in yourself to care when a crimson envelope fell into your bowl of cereal the next morning. 

You had expected your parents to be informed of the incident, naturally. But a howler? That you had not. Staring at the envelope, Hera’s words swarmed your mind. What if your parents now saw you just as Hera had?

With a quiet sigh escaping your lips, and sympathetic glances from your friends, you opened the envelope, hoping to get it over sooner rather than later. The voice of Sirius Black erupted from the envelope, filling the entire Great Hall.

‘MON AMOUR I AM SO PROUD OF YOU! TRANSFIGURING SOMEO- Oi, Rem, get off! I’m jus-’

‘I TOLD YOU OUR KID WOULD BE A FUCKIN’ GOD AT TRANSFIGURATION!’ Came a proud voice of Remus Lupin, cutting your papa off. ‘LOOKS LIKE YOUR PAPA AND GODFATHER NEED TO REINSTATE YOU AS HEIR AFTER ALL, SWEETHEART!’

As Remus declared that, two very loud and audible sighs of disappointment left the lips of Fred and George. The howler continued, and the sound of a door being slammed open was heard before the voice of James Potter joined in the chorus.

‘WERE NONE OF YOU GOING TO TELL ME THAT THEY TRANSFIGURED SOMEONE?!’ James cried out incredulously and overdramatically, however, he quickly forgot his dramatics in favour of the Marauders’ legacy.

‘NOW ALL YOU NEED TO DO, PRIY, IS TO BECOME ANIMAG-’ the sound of skin hitting skin rung out as Lily slapped a hand over James’ mouth to stop him from accidentally revealing that they were illegal animagi, despite the fact that they legally could register, but they all couldn’t be bothered. James and your papa said it was funnier this way.

‘Darling, as impressive as it is, please don’t transfigure anyone else,’ Lily chastised you gently. She had to at least give off the illusion that they were disciplining you, but you could hear the pride underlining her words and the smirk on her lips.

‘Now, I think it’s best we end this now, hm?’ came the still sophisticated voice of your uncle Reg. ‘Unless we want the entire Hogwarts populous to know James’ social security number.’ There was a chuckle from both the howler and the Hogwarts students at that remark.

‘I want you to know that I am proud of you. The family needed something a little more…Slytherin.’ Regulus remarked before the Howler burst into flames and tore itself up.

Silence filled the Great Hall as everyone took a moment to stare at you and process what had just happened. You looked up and your eyes caught Harry’s.

‘Good job,’ he mouthed at you, giving you a bright smile and a thumbs up from the Gryffindor table, beside a very peeved Fred and George.

Maybe you weren’t so alone or fucked after all.

[stargazingtranquility]

Mamas boy this and daddys girl that. The marauders era kids have a favorite Potter parent and it’s like this.

Effie’s children: Sirius, Peter, Marlene, Evan, Pandora, Lily

Monty’s children: Regulus, Remus, Barty, Dorcas, Mary

James is the exception because he fucking loves his parents and is happy to share them with his broken home friends.

[hidden-for-reg]

july 15: accept | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 215

Regulus truly believed he was the greatest actor to exist.

Whenever he was home, he’d slip into the character that Walburga and Orion punished into perfection. Pretending to respect them was the only to protect himself from getting punished. 

Whenever he was at Hogwarts, he’d slip into the character of the cold, cruel Prince of Slytherin. He’d pretend to not care about a thing in the world. He was sure that was the only reason his friends stuck with him.

Whenever he was around his brother, he had to slip into a character that didn’t want to just collapse in his big brother’s arms.

The only time when Regulus had been free was when he laid in his bed at night and imagined a world where he could be himself.

That was until James came along.

James was the first person to ever accept Regulus as he truly was. Regulus could cry and scream and laugh and grin and just feel when he was with James.

Around James, Regulus felt so incredibly loved that he wanted to cry. With every touch and word, James made him feel like he was made of pure sunshine. With every kiss and lingering look, he felt like he was finally at home. 

Around James, Regulus never had to act.

[marvelomadness06]

James: Regulus, I love-

Regulus: no.

James: what do you mean no?

Regulus: If you say that you love me, I will have to face the very complex, stupidly emotional feelings I have for you and it is far too early in the week for me to stop repressing and have an epiphany.

Remus: *nodding* makes sense.

Barty: yeah, he’s not due for an emotional breakdown over his feelings till at least Friday

Sirius: it’s just what mother always said: Yes Repress, No Stress

…

James: …what?

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic feb 12 - fireside - 1k words

aka teenager!Harry and jeggy dads comforting him

Regulus startles awake at the sound of the front door and blinks his eyes open to Harry standing before it, shoulders tense and a deep crease between his brows. He slips into a little more sheepish expression when he realises he’s just woken Regulus up.

James is still snoring lightly next to him, one arm thrown over his head and shirt rucked up to expose the wide happy trail over his belly.

“Sorry,” Harry mumbles, visibly gnawing on the inside of his cheek as he kicks off his converse.

“That’s okay,” Regulus responds, voice raspy from residual sleep, and he watches Harry stiffly hang his jacket and then just stare back at their front door like it personally offended him.

Regulus sniffs and detangles himself from James’ big, heavy arm half thrown around his shoulders to get up. Harry only swivels his head once Regulus comes up right behind him, plush slippers shuffling against the hardwood floor.

The hard line looks even deeper up close and Regulus’ heart clenches with it as Harry looks up at him with a stormy kind of torment in his beautiful, big eyes. He clasps his son’s neck with a palm and tugs him into motion, nodding down the hall. 

“Kitchen,” he decides and Harry nods, letting himself be guided into the adjacent room.

Regulus seats him on one of the stools at the kitchen island and tugs a few scratch cards from the mail on the counter in front of him. Harry pulls his wallet out of his jeans’ back pocket, letting it slap down on the tabletop before grabbing it again and rummaging for a fitting coin as Regulus goes to grab two mugs for them. 

He grabs Harry’s favourite—a birthday present from Ron and Hermoine engraved with a bunch of pictures of them, the handle and inside dark red—and then the curvy white one with a cat wearing sunglasses sketch art for himself. Regulus pours milk and pops them into the microwave.

When he turns Harry is furiously rubbing away on the sweepstakes, already through his third and bouncing his knee restlessly in his seat.

Regulus lets him do as he needs, watching him as he waits for the microwave to ping. He grabs the honey from the shelf, fishes for a spoon in the cutlery drawer and assembles their hot beverage once the mugs are ready to be taken out.

The spoon is clinking against the ceramic as Regulus mixes in the viscous sugar and when he turns to join his son, Harry is already standing in front of him, expression troubled, still.

His back to the kitchen light Regulus can see Harry’s eyes glassy behind his specs so he puts the mugs down on the counter again and opens his arms for Harry to step into.

His son goes immediately, slumping forward and wrapping his arms loosely around his back, forehead coming down on the top of Regulus’ shoulder with a heavy sigh. Regulus cups the back of his head, fingers scratching soothingly and the other hand driving long strokes up and down his back. His hoodie smells smoky, his hair too—he must have been at the fireside with his friends again.

“Bad evening?” Regulus mumbles into the black bird’s nest of his son’s hair.

Harry ruts his forehead against him in a nod, grunting an affirmative.

Regulus sighs, “I’m sorry about that, bug.”

There’s a sniffle, more nodding and Regulus suspects Harry is carefully choosing not to use his voice again lest it breaks.

“Want to tell me about it?”

Harry lifts his head and Regulus’ hands go to cup his cheeks. “Maybe later,” he answers with a shrug, eyes averted.

“Of course,” Regulus nods, swiping his thumbs over Harry’s temples.

“It’s just–” he breaks off with a huff and Regulus ducks his head to catch his gaze.

“Just…?”

Harry takes a deep breath, “There’s someone.” He scrunches his nose so hard is dislodges his glasses, “They’re fucking infuriating, honestly.”

“Okay,” Regulus nods. He lightly narrows his eyes, “In a feelings kind of way?”

Harry groans bitterly at that, head tipping back and eyes clamping shut. “I hate being a teenager.”

The corners of his lips tug but Regulus reigns it in quickly enough before Harry sees. He rakes his fingers through his son’s hair instead and pulls him into a fierce forehead kiss.

Harry sighs explosively and simply returns back to the embrace just when James, expression sleep bleary and hair somehow more awful than their sons, shuffles into the kitchen, scratching through the hair on his stomach. They exchange a quick glance once James blinks the situation into consciousness, noticing the violated scratch cards and probably the smell of sweetened milk in the air as well.

“I love you, baby,” Regulus mumbles in a remindful tone, arms squeezing around their son.

Harry’s hair tickles Regulus’ nose when he nods. “I know.”

James drapes himself over Harry’s back, his hands sliding along Regulus waist and down until he can comfortably hook his thumbs into the waistband of Regulus’ sweats. “Love you, Hazza,” his husband mumbles, voice firm despite the sleep clinging to it and his beard scratching against the lining of Harry’s hoodie.

Regulus kisses the crown of his head and then the side of Harry’s.

They make an additional mug for James—with double the amount of honey for his husband because that glorious dad-stomach doesn’t come from just anywhere—and then all pile on the couch, huddled close together under the throw blanket as James puts on Brooklyn99 on Netflix.

Regulus’ arm is numb in a matter of ten minutes and James is back asleep in a matter of five. The soft snoring seems to be great background white noise though because they barely get through one episode when Harry’s breaths start coming slower as well where he’s cuddled into their sides.

He clicks the TV off, sinking deeper into the sofa cushions and when Regulus falls asleep it’s to the sounds of his family and the smell of warm honey and a whiff of smokey bonfire. 

They should make smores tomorrow.

[apoetsworld]

Headcannon that James had an emo phase. Like around his fourth/fifth year he fully goes full heavy metal Potter and tries wearing Sirius' leather jacket. It lasts 2 days, Sirius is the only one who knows he dyed his hair Jet-black for a few hours and wore eyeliner like there was no tomorrow. Luckily for him it happened during break, but there's a photo somewhere marking the James potter Emo Phase.

[daddiesdrarryy]

Regulus: Mother just told me they’re going to give us “the talk” soon.

Sirius: They’re actually doing that?

Regulus: Seems so. Why do you seem repulsed?

Sirius: Well, our parents are cousins who fucked, I don’t think they really got a say in this.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 10 - Traitor

@jegulus-microfic April 10, Word count 292

James had the perfect hiding place. They would never find him there. For once, he was warm and dry and so high up no one could see him from the ground. 

He heard a shriek from somewhere below and shuffled himself as far back as possible. 

Footsteps hurried towards his hiding place. He held his breath. The footsteps clattered away again. 

James could hear voices, one urging the other to check again. 

The footsteps returned, followed by a much heavier set. 

“Lift?” A small voice asked. He heard a snort. And then a hand pushed under his cover and poked him in the eye.

“Ouch!” He cried. A fit of tiny giggles erupted in front of him. 

He yanked the bed sheet off his head and, with a bit of twisting, dropped out of the cupboard onto the floor. Regulus was standing there with Harry wrapped securely in his hands. “You found me!” James beamed at the toddler.

“Papa told me where you were.” Harry grinned up at Regulus.

“Tiny traitor,” Regulus said indulgently. He stroked Harry’s hair, trying to get it to life flat. It was a losing battle.

James gathered them both into his arms. 

“Okay, my turn. You go hide.” He covered his face with both hands. “1,2,3,4,5,” He peeked between his fingers as Regulus and Harry ran away giggling. “6,7,8,” Harry was going to be so easy to find. James could still hear him making far too much noise. Regulus would be impossible to find. He made it easy for Harry. But he made James work for it. “9,10! Ready or not! Here I come!” James removed his hands from his face and purposely ran past the giggling curtains with the tiny feet poking out from underneath them.

[kiwi2229]

Trouble with sleep

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 402 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Smile

James wakes up alone in the bed. It’s not unusual these days. Harry’s teeth just started to grow, and the little one has trouble sleeping, keeping them awake most of the night. He is indeed surprised by the silence in the house. He decides to wait for Regulus to come back but the minutes stretch out.

His curiosity makes better of him as he kicks off the blanket and sets his bare feet on the ground. He tiptoes to the child's bedroom careful not to make any noise. If he accidentally wakes Harry up Regulus will kill him just by a look.

He enters the room that's all dark and quiet. The only light is the shining fake stars on the ceiling. James looks around, but no trace of his husband. He is about to leave when he hears a very soft “James.”

He looks in the direction the voice came from. He has to focus to spot a hand waving from Harry’s crib. Regulus is lying in the crib on his side, legs curled up underneath him in a way that can’t be comfortable, sleeping Harry pressed against his chest. Thank god they bought the bigger crib.

James crouches down as he whispers. “Reggie? What are you doing?” He would have laughed at the situation, but to be honest both of them are too tired.

“He just kept crying… and I don’t know. It was the only thing I could think of.”

“Do you need help getting out?”

Regulus shakes his head. “I’m gonna stay here. It looks like he is sleeping better this way so... I just want to be near him.”

James nods and makes a quick decision. He goes back to the main bedroom to take a soft blanket for Regulus and his blanket and pillow. He hands the blanket to Regulus and sets his own on the ground right next to the crib.

“James?”

“If you are sleeping here, I’m sleeping here. We are in this together.” James says and he can see the soft tired smile that spreads across Regulus’ face full of gratitude and love. He reaches out so they can hold hands through the bars of the crib.

“Marry me,” Regulus whispers holding onto James’ hand tight.

“We are already married.” James chuckles.

“Marry me again. It’s not enough. I just…”

James sits up to kiss their intertwined fingers. “I love you too.”  

[yourgalgremlin]

🖕🏽JKR, these bítches gay