#snivellous sirius and regulus

[maraudersreader]

If the song BackStabber (by Kesha) was around when regulus and Sirius went to school whenever Sirius would see regulus around snivellous he would play it even if he knew they despised eachother he would get so offended when regulus went near snape whether the brothers were in good terms or not he’d sing it in his face.

[maraudersoncrack1981]

THE PATRONUS' OF THE MARAUDERS ERA

(Cannon and my personal headcannon)

*also if this comes across any Snape Likers pages I'm just warning there is a slight Snape slander*

The marauders

Peter= a rat

James= a stag

Sirius=a dog (a German Shepherd specifically)

Remus= a wolf

The Slytherin skittles

Regulus= a cat (ragdoll to be specific)

Barty= a raccoon

Evan=an otter

Pandora= a mink (for the UK a mink is an actual animal and is very similar to an otter)

Dorcas= a cat (a tabby to be specific)

The Valkyries

Lily= a doe

Marlene= a lioness

Mary= a rabbit

Bonus people

Ted tonks= a badger

Andromeda black/tonks= a horse

Bellatrix= a orca

Narcissa= a fox

Snivellous Snape= before his obsession with lily a blob fish (matches his nose)

[w-stachu]

Sirius: Hey, guys. I need your he–

Remus: Shhhh...

Sirius: Wha-

Lily: Shut up.

Sirius: Why?

Regulus: We're listening to Snape and Dumbledore' conversation.

Sirius: What happened?

Remus: Snape was caught on pouring veritaserum into one of students' tea.

Sirius: Oh shit

Lily: He is in trouble.

Regulus: And we want hear as much as possible, so shut the fuck up.

Sirius: Ok, ok *sits next to them*

*5 minutes later*

James: PADS, WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG?!

Sirius: Shhhh, Snivellous is in trouble.

James: I don't give a shit. GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM IS ON FIRE.

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 47

chapter 72:

1. “The day of Marlene's memorial is the first time Dorcas decides she's going to kill herself.” oh shit, oh fuck wait

2. bro dorcas is unwell. like holy shit. i forget that the war started because of dorcas’ love for marlene. like. this is just as much of a dorlene fic too

3. dear god i wanna help dorcas so badly

4. call it instinct, but i knew dorcas’ hair would be a crucial part of her healing journey 💃🏼💃🏼

5. i love well rounded female characters but at what cost. dorcas is well rounded but at what cost? she’s suffering and it hurts to read

6. god damn. finding out that dorcas’ mom was in charge of a quarterly quell is fucking insane. considering that dorcas all but ran the resistance

7. “”You said it first, didn't you? There are no good people in war. I lived by those words, did you know that? All that you were wrong about, but that…" She gives a brittle laugh. "You were right about that."”

foaming at the mouth oh my god. i wanna chomp glass

8. DORCAS NO! (she started drinking fyi)

9. dear god dorcas, you aren’t the only one who knew the “real” marlene. people other than you loved her.

10. dorcas finally admitting that if she could choose someone other than dorcas it would be lily hurts. especially since lily has mary.

11. “Marlene was the love of her life, and that's it. Simple as that. She'll never love another.” OWWWWW

12. “She will make sure Lily never knows that Dorcas looks at her now and thinks before this life, it could have been us; maybe in some other life, it is. And that's more than enough.”

DNDNSMMSJSKEJNS AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

13. brb i’m sobbing

okay i’m back. dorcas just found out marlene was gonna propose and now i’m a sniveling mess

14. so much thanks to bizzarestars making the effort to learn about the way war vets healed and dealt with ptsd

chapter 73:

1. sirius having an emotional support dog >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

2. also imma make predictions now: this is the chapter where sirius goes home. it’s time

3. YES YES YES YES THEYRE GOING HOME FUCK YEAH

4. “A homely little home with a porch-swing under the stars. Sirius is homesick for that, too.”

this is my dream too. like it’s been my dream for so long. i can’t even fathom how sirius isn’t bawling like a baby over this. IM bawling like a baby over THEIR porch swing

5. regulus saw sirius and was willing to risk it all just to hug him omg

6. “Barty was the sort of person who needed no outside guidance into being a bit insane.” LMAOOOOOO

7. they’re running a business together and they’re gonna do it forever and now i want to gnaw on wood and glass and plastic and anything i can get my hands on

8. lmao not sirius sitting like a spoiled puppy dog as james and regulus argue over him for the wedding

9. “"Oh, please," James scoffs, rolling his eyes. "One, I'm not stealing your brother away from you, and you know it. Two, who the fuck else would be my best man, hm? Who? Go on."

"Oh, you want to go there?!" Regulus shouts. "What about me? Yeah, didn't think about that, did you? My best friend is dead. Oh, and so is Barty. Who do I have, James? Hm?"”

FUCKING CACKLING

10. awwwww sirius’ compromise is so sweet omg. i’d literally cry if i was james and regulus

11. ugh gay people are so confusing. like you’re allowed to be freinds with the same people and freinds with any gender. so like, it makes wedding planning so hard. who goes on who’s side? what if i said that when i found out about gay people, my biggest hold up wasn’t religion or anything like that, but instead wedding side logistics

12. canonical genderqueer tonks!!!!!!!!!

13. regulus went to aberforth to cause a scene, and damn if he didn’t succeed

14. damn they’re both stubborn. and both got their way jfc

15. full circle. dorcas is designing their wedding clothes. i’m losing my mind, actually

16. the bookshelf. the fucking bookshelf from the first arena. i’m losing my mind oh my god

17. CACKLING OMG. REGULUS WAS WORRIED THAT JAMES WOULD BE SCARED OF THE DAGGERS, BUT INSTEAD HE GOT SO FUCKING TURNED ON OMG

18. STILL FUCKING CACKLING OMG

19. i didn’t know i needed insecure james, but oh i did

20. i get to read the crimson rivers jegulus wedding and oh my fucking god i’m losing it. i am so unbelievably happy

21. “For him, it's easiest to show love when it's a tragedy.”

dksjdjjsjdjsmdjske holy shit

22. “You're hesitating, love."”

AHDHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

23. “You might wish to know a lot of things about their wedding, and their love, but frankly, it's no one's business but theirs.” so feral over this. that’s literally one of the biggest themes of the story omg i love this

24. hi, anyways, i am so unwell

25. the authors notes about the wedding are golden

[maraudersfan-club]

Remus lupin would be the softest sweetest most awesome boyfriend of all times

He is the kind of boyfriend to wake you up in he morning with kisses and with whispering sweet little nothing's in your ears , making sure you wake up with a smile on your face

He would walk with you to the great hole , and while you are walking he would either talk to you about the last book he read , or one of the things that happened in the few classes that you two didn't share and visa versa.

Sometimes you would walk in silence just devouring each other's presence , both left in your own thoughts

When you'd reach your table , you'd sometimes sit besides each other and other times against.

Usually the boys would reach the table 5-10 minutes after you did , because they are always grasping a few more minutes in bed

He would make two of his infamous moony toast , sharing the one with you , while you made his coffee

You two do not depend on each other , but it's obvious to everyone that you are in sink , both working together towards the same goal

Then you would fill your plate with other goodies to eat. Sometimes when it's close to the full moon he would neglect to eat much so you'd take some food with you in a paper towel , knowing that he gets hungry

Other times you'd claim not to be hungry , so he would do he same for you

You would walk together to class talking to the boys about maybe a new prank to do , or about James progress with a mystery boy- Sirius is always curious about who it is but James is not telling him, or anyone for the fact - or Sirius would tell you about what he did to the last party he attended

You didn't sit together, rather Remus sat in front from you in classes. Mainly because you didn't want Sirius and James to sit together and also because he often claimed that he could not sit next to you because "your beauty distracts him making unable to take proper notes in class"

At lunch the boys would sit together and you with the girls (marlene lily and Mary) would usually sit together and talk about anything. A lot of times the two groups would merge and then chaos ensued in there

You would continue your classes and at the afternoon you'd hang out with him or Lily in he library since your studying styles where similar . You'd rest a little in the common room , with all your boys , but more often than not you'd end up wondering around

Usually you'd go for 30 minute walks around the castle or the school grounds

Most nights in which you went at the astrology tower you met Regulus and you'd sir there and talk.

There's times in which you went to the forbidden forest you'd usually meet Xenophilous Lovegood , and you'd talk about whatever obscure creature was circling him mind at the time.

Some times you'd meet some friendly Slytherin in the halls and you'd take some walks around the halls together in silence or not

Other you'd meet Slytherins that did not like you , but fortunately , no one really tried to hurt you (except for snivellous and his friend group) make it be because Remus lupin was scary and noone wanted to mess with his girlfriend, because you are friendly to everyone not depending on the house , or maybe even because you were one true marauder , quick at spells and hexes

Once you'd get back from your walk you'd talk a tad bit with the girls and then you'd ho with Remus at his dorm. You'd sleep together more often than not. You'd usually fall asleep listening to him read a book. Actually it wasn't the story that got you to get to sleep , but his voice. Soft and earthy. His voice felt like home to you. When you heard him whispering at you , you always felt a little bit safer

Thia took a weird turn ig?? Idk what I am doing I am just writing what feels good to me

[turvi]

Hello again. It’s me the not Snape lover who is questioning their whole existence because of your fic. My whole feed is full of Snape fics now and I’m taking it as a sign from my FBI agent to lean into this new life. I don’t know if your requests are open so if not then please ignore me but if they are, would you be open to writing about the reader who is either James or Sirius’ sibling and they’re dating Snape and just the chaos it would cause? I love your work so much!!

Thanks for all the love I was planning a Snape angst. But now I am gonna save the best for the last. I hope you enjoy this.

WARNING: KISSING, GOOD OLD SIBLING CHAOS

"Come on, please, you must like someone." Sirius was determined to find out who his baby sister had a crush on. He was always prideful that Y/n preferred to open up to him rather than Regulus. Not that Regulus minded. He was happy not knowing anything about his siblings' love life drama (yet he always knew what was going on).

"I don't like anyone, Siri...gosh. Why is it hard for you to believe I am happily single?"

Sirius squinted his eyes. "Stop hanging out with Reggie. You are getting lame like him."

"You are lame."

Sirius gasped and threw a pillow at her.

"Very mature of you, Sirius Black." Y/n threw the pillow back at him, which he caught with one hand and kept hitting her. "Stop it, you dunderhead."

Sirius chuckled. "Ha, you sound like Snivellus."

Y/n froze. Sirius looked at her, concerned. "Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" He immediately threw away the pillow and rubbed her head, thinking he had hurt her, and Y/n let him. She didn't want to have an awkward conversation. Not yet.

...........................................................

Y/n walked out of her room. She had a feeling Sirius had noticed the change in her behaviour. As she was developing a brilliant plan to avoid him, she felt a pair of familiar arms around her waist.

"Hello, love." she sighed as she felt his arms tighten around her.

"Did I tell you your voice is my favourite thing about you?"

Severus pulled her chin up to make her look at him. Y/n could only wonder how her brother and friends called him ugly. But then again, people call the moon beautiful, and even the moon is imperfect.

Y/n's eyes fluttered as she felt his lips on her. She was about to pull away when she felt his hand on the nape of her neck. Her eyes widened as the kiss grew heated, and she felt his tongue on her lips when suddenly she heard a shriek.

The couple immediately pulled away when they heard it. Y/n cringed as the footsteps grew louder. Severus immediately put himself between Y/n and Sirius.

"Snivellus, how dare you even touch my sister?!"

Severus said with a smug smile. "Like this?"

He twirled Y/n and leaned her down, kissing her with so much passion Y/n forgot Sirius was standing right there.

"I am standing right here!!" Sirius' high-pitched voice echoed in the hall as he pulled Severus away from Y/n.

Severus groaned and rolled his eyes as he watched Sirius coddle Y/n. "Are you alright?" He immediately turned to Severus, fury filling his eyes. "How dare you get your grimy hands on my sister?"

"SIRIUS!" Y/n pulled him away as he was raising his hand. "Don't you dare talk to my boyfriend like that."

Sirius felt like his world was ending. He saw the smug smile spreading on Severus' face and that made it worse.

"My baby sister loves Snivellus." He stared into the void as Y/n held him. "He...Snivellous is going to be a part of my family tree!! ugh"

Y/n blushed. "Well, we didn't-

"Yes," Severus' determined tone made her blush even harder.

"Really?" Y/n left Sirius' side, not realising the pout on his face as she left her dear brother for the dungeon bat.

Severus caressed her cheek, looking into her eyes with a promise. "I will marry you." It was not a question. And Y/n felt dizzy. When Severus was so confident, it made her weak in the knees. Maybe he could dom-

"Excuse me!" Sirius shrieked again. "That's my sister."

"Really? I didn't know." Severus smirked as Sirius sat on the floor, having an existential crisis. "Snivellus is gonna be my brother-in-law." His voice cracked.

Y/n sighed. "Sirius, get up. Don't be like this. Come on."

"Y/nn, there are an uncountable number of boys in Hogwarts. Why him?"

Y/n noticed they were starting to attract a crowd. "Sirius, come on, get up."

Severus chuckled. "No, let him be. I am enjoying this."

She glared at him, and it shut him up. "He is still my brother."

"Utter shame," Severus muttered, only to immediately apologise. "Okay, mutt, get up."

"Get your grimy hands off me, Snivellus."

"Ok, enough, you two. You two are behaving like a child and creating a spectacle of yourselves."

Sirius looked at her. "You really mean it? You love him?"

"I wanna spend my life with him." She earnestly told him, hoping he adjusted to this new development.

"You better not hurt my baby sister Snivellus."

Y/n rubbed Severus' back as an apology. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her neck. "I am okay, darling...it was not that bad. I am sure he will accept me soon. He loves you."

Severus had a smug smile, and Y/n squinted her eyes at him. "What?"

"You want to spend your life with me? Am I that good in bed?" his voice dropped an octave that sent shivers through her spine.

Y/n scoffed. "You wish-

Severus tugged her closer, kissing her and cradling her head, holding her close, not wanting to let her go now...not ever.

A/N: I love me some smug Snape and dramatic Sirius. I hope you like this. REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED.

[missmoonfrost]

Catching a cold - a wolfstar microfic

~1200 words of pure comfort

The night that Sirius and Remus finally admit their feelings and become a pair just happens to be the week marking the beginning of Quidditch season. Remus fusses over Sirius flying around in pouring rain, which Sirius of course finds cute but totally unnecessary. However, caused by the weather or not, he actually does catch a cold the day after the semester's first Quidditch match.

Sick Sirius is a whiny Sirius. When he’s got a cold, everyone knows it. Each of his coughing fits ends with a few extra coughs and a whimper.

Growing up, Sirius' parents only considered his well-being at the bottom of a long list of far more important matters, such as his reputation, acts, and appearance – and how they reflected on the family name. But if these matters were sorted, being sick was one of the few occasions when his mother showed a sliver of care.

It could sound something like: “Oh send up some tea for that sniveling boy, I can’t stand hearing it. And make sure there’s scones and honey with it.”

Or that time he showed up to their private flying lesson with a fever: “What are you doing? You should be in bed. Regulus, go fetch him a warm blanket immediately. Now rest, we don’t want the whole house to get sick, do we?”

In essence, it had been one of the few problems he had been able to voice unpunished.

So, this time just as every time before, he sits in an armchair in the common room and lets everybody know just how sour his throat is and that he has got exactly the kind of headache that means a fever is developing.

But instead of mimicking the others' eye-rolling and mildly annoyed snickering, Remus for the first time embraces just how adorable he finds this helpless Sirius. He kisses his forehead, strokes his hair, puffs his pillow, swaddles him in a blanket, fetches him a cup of tea, and quietly sits reading with an arm around him. And Sirius falls in love all over again. Passion and fun are one thing, they have plenty of it. But he has never ever felt this cared for.

Only when Remus tries to spoon-feed him at dinner in the great hall he smiles: “You’re embarrassing me, Moony.”

Smiling right back Remus teases: “That’s what happens when you whine like a baby.”

Sirius blushes. And he is so cute that Remus has to kiss him, despite all people around them. It’s just a quick soft kiss on the lips, but it makes Sirius blush even more. Remus showing the world that they belong when Sirius is his usual sunny center of attention is one thing. But today? When he’s a red-eyed sniveling mess? It’s astounding.

That night Remus carries his pillow and blanket to Sirius' bed and lays down beside him. He lifts the blankets carefully to not let in cool air and let his warm body up against Sirius back. He kisses his neck and runs his fingers softly through his hair. When Sirius turns around, he kisses him.

“Don’t kiss me”, Sirius mumbles, “you’ll get sick, too.”

But Remus ignores him and they kiss until Sirius turns around again and falls asleep snug and secure in Remus' arms.

The following days the others note a significant reduction in whining. Because thanks to Remus, Sirius has cold water, warm tea, and tissues at hand before he can say it. He has nearly constant company and a loving hand clutching his whenever he reaches for it.

When Sirius starts to get better, Remus doesn’t demand any return of the affectionate favor. He just quietly withdraws, leaving Sirius feeling just a little alone before he returns to his usual activities. He wouldn’t have attended a quidditch training just yet, but this afternoon it’s only a tactics-discussion.

When he comes back Remus is already asleep and he decides to not disturb him. No wonder he is tired after meticulously taking care of him for almost a week. He deserves some alone time.

The next day Remus is pulling his robe tightly around himself and shuddering a little as he moves quietly between classes.

“How are you, love?” Sirius rubs his back with a concerned look.

“It’s nothing. Just tired.” Remus tries to smile reassuringly and still his sniffles. Because of course, he’s got a cold now. Just like Sirius said he was.

Sick Remus is a quiet Remus. If he could, he would disappear altogether or become invisible until it was over.

Remus clearly remembers being a child, crying in pain after a full moon. His parents sitting on the outermost edge of the bed, patting and stroking him with awkwardly outstretched arms and weary eyes. That troubled look in his mother’s eyes every time he mentioned feeling tired or nauseous or having a nightmare. His parent’s voices from the kitchen, low and worried, when they thought he’d fallen asleep. Not quite sure how the whole lycanthropy-thing worked, always wondering if it could mean something would happen with him, something that made him dangerous.

In essence, being ill has always been a bad thing. A thing that drives even the ones who love you away.

So, when Sirius climbs the portrait hole and enters the common room after that night’s detention and sees Remus sitting in the furthest corner, muffling his coughs as best he can and discreetly holding a tissue to his running nose, he finds it absolutely heartbreaking.

He fetches Remus' favorite sweater, a cup of tea, and a bar of chocolate. He moves a chair to sit right next to Remus but ends up sharing his armchair instead. And Remus just can’t believe how lucky he is to have someone willing to be close to him always, not just on his bright days. He ends up closing his eyes and resting his head against Sirius' chest. When he falls asleep Sirius carefully puts a piece of parchment to mark the side Remus thumb is and puts the book away. He takes Remus in his arms and tries to carry him, but has to put him down by the stairs. Remus smiles and let himself drowsily be led up to his bed and swiftly drifts back to sleep.

That night he clings feverishly to Sirius and burrows his face against his chest. Every time Sirius is woken up by Remus gripping at his clothes or holding him crushingly tight in his sleep, he smiles and gently strokes the hair out of his clammy face and rubs his back for a little bit.

The next morning Sirius carefully wraps Remus in the blanket and asks what to bring him for breakfast. After “You don’t have to bring anything”, “Whatever”, and “Doesn’t matter” are met with silent refusal, Remus sighs “Toast with jam, then”. Sirius brings him one piece of toast with every kind of jam he can find and a big cup of tea.

And over the course of the next days, Remus slowly starts to voice his needs and wishes. First, because he knows that if he doesn’t, Sirius will just keep asking until he gets an answer, and Sirius who normally can be unreasonably stubborn has taken this principle on with unimaginable determination. And later, because he knows that all Sirius wants is to do whatever he can to make him feel better, even if it’s something childishly needy like holding his hand while he naps.

And when they are both themselves again, they look at each other in a different light. They both know that what they have is worth the world and they are never ever going to give it up.

[charmstwit]

wELL now I need a drabble about Regulus and Sirius when they went to Wizengamot together. Just a tiny tiny one? For scientific research. About, uh, legal systems of the world?

🤭😏

Regulus grabs the base of the plug, pulling it out slowly and watching Sirius’s rim stretch around it. “I think that’s good. Do you need more lube?”

Sirius’s reply is muffled in the bed. “No, sir.” 

“Good,” Regulus says. He folds the bottom of Sirius’s robes down over his legs, giving him neither pants nor trousers beneath them. The robes are long enough that no one will see. “Stand up and turn around.”

Sirius pushes up on shaky arms, and slowly works to standing. Regulus allows him a moment to adjust before he turns around to face him. Regulus is still on his knees, level with Sirius’s crotch. “Lift your robes,” he says. 

Sirius gathers the fabric in his hands, trying his best not to bend at all lest the plug push against his prostate. Slowly, inch by inch, his legs are revealed until he uncovers his cock, caged in soft gold filigree. He cannot get hard in it, despite his cock’s futile attempts to bust through the cage, but it is reinforced by magic and looks fit for Royalty. 

Regulus leans forward and places a soft kiss to the outside of the cage. “You look lovely like this. It looks like it fits so well.” He grabs the front of his robes out of Sirius’s hands, and drapes it to the floor. A flick of his wand removes the wrinkles, and he stands. “Let’s go, mon chien.” 

A desperate little noise escapes his mouth. Regulus looks back at him, but he says nothing. Regulus leads the way to the floo. With a burst of green flames, they walk through to the Ministry. 

As soon as he lands in the Atrium, Regulus takes off at his preferred pace–fast enough that the people around him will acknowledge him, but not slow enough for them to stop and request favors. Sirius makes a disgruntled noise behind him, like the pace is too fast, and Regulus slows a notch. Sirius sighs and maintains a close pace until they reach the lifts. There’s a small crowd waiting there, but they let Regulus and Sirius pass without incident, and no one gets in the lift with them. 

The doors close behind them and Regulus turns to Sirius. “You may speak freely. Color?”

“Green, Sirius says immediately, and he leans against Regulus’s side, “but please don’t walk so fast. I can’t do that.” 

“Noted,” Regulus says. “Anything else?”

Sirius buries his face against Regulus’s neck, inhaling deeply. “Can we be quick? I don’t know how long I can do this. It’s–it’s a lot to walk with it in.” 

Regulus moves his hand down Sirius’s back, pressing against the base of the plug in his arse. Sirius rocks back against it slightly, a low keening noise escaping his mouth. “We’ll see,” Regulus says. “You know how I like you needy and desperate for me.” 

Before Sirius can answer, the lift jolts to a stop and Regulus removes his hand. “Now, not another word again, understand?”

They are not quick, though Regulus didn’t really expect them to be. He really just has to drop off some paperwork for the new relaxed werewolf legislation that he drafted, but it’s never really as simple as just dropping something off when he comes. 

They finally make it to the clerk’s desk with the approved stack of papers near him, and Regulus can feel the way Sirius is nearing the edge of his rope. Regulus should probably give him a break. Probably, but that would be cheating. 

“Lord Black,” the clerk’s sniveling assistant says. He’s a Carrow, though Regulus can’t quite recall his name. Martin? Mario? Martian? Founders know. “Dropping off another reform bill? My, what a busy little bee you are.” 

Regulus narrows his eyes. “Yes, well, someone certainly needs to make some change around here.” 

Martian looks toward Sirius. “And Sir Black as well. How kind of you to grace us with your presence.” 

Regulus’s annoyance kicks up a notch. Martian clearly doesn’t know his place, or otherwise thinks that he can behave this way toward the House of Black. He’ll learn soon enough. 

“It’s Lupin now,” Sirius says, defying Regulus’s order to stay quiet. Honestly, he’s impressed that Sirius lasted this long without saying something. It probably goes to say something about how much he's been feeling the plug all day. 

Regulus glances back toward Sirius. He doesn't visibly change, but Regulus knows his brother better than anyone, and Sirius knows he erred. Regulus flicks his wand, and Sirius’s eyes go wide. Otherwise, there’s no sign of the plug that is now vibrating inside of him.  

He turns back to Martian. “Yes, my brother took his alphas's name. I'm certain you heard of his mates?”

“Well, yes, but I had assumed that he would keep his name, given the unusual circumstances.” Martian grimaces as he says it. 

Regulus pulls himself to his full height. “I assure you that there were no unusual circumstances.” 

“Really?” Martian says, and regulus wonders how he could be so stupid as to continue pushing this particular line of questioning. Regulus flicks his wand again, and a wispy figure darts out and takes off down the hall. “I assumed there must be some sort of—” 

“Lord Black, my deepest apologies for not arriving sooner. I didn’t know you were here.” 

Regulus turns to greet the clerk, an older wizard named Gordon Abbott, who has just walked in the room. “Lord Abbott. It is good to see you. I’m hoping you can help us get out of here quickly.” 

The wizard practically bends in half to bow for Regulus. “Certainly, Lord Black. Was there a problem with Sir Carrow?” 

“Yes,” Regulus says. He does not explain further. 

“It will be handled sir,” Abbott says. He doesn’t spare Martian a glance. “If you would hand me those, I’m sure they’re in order, and you can be on your way.” 

Regulus passes him the parchments without a word. He reviews them quickly, checking for mistakes. There is one, of course, as Regulus had intentionally left his name off. He’d intended to use it against Sirius, however…

“Ah, my sincerest apologies, Lord Black, but I will need our signature on the last page here.” He passes the document back, turned to the right page. “Just here, sir.”

“Certainly,” Regulus says, and he turns toward Martian. “Turn your back and bend over.” 

Sirius makes a choked noise at the request, and Regulus discretely flicks his wand to turn up the vibrations. Martian looks at him blankly. “I’m sorry, sir?”

“I said,” Regulus takes a step closer to him. He’s shorter than Martian by a few inches, but Regulus still makes the man cower beneath him. “Turn around and bend over so that I can use you as a table.” 

“I don’t under–” 

“Marvin, turn your back and bend over, you incredible cretin,” Abbott says. “My lord, I am very sorry that you’ve been subjected to this treatment.” 

Martian turns slowly, and Regulus decides to help him with a careful flick of his wand. First to make him turn, and second to make him bend in half. “There,” Regulus says, stowing his wand. “Perhaps you’ll recall how to do it next time, should such an occasion arise.” Regulus places the paper on his back and holds his hand aloft. Abbott puts a quill in his hand, and Regulus quickly signs. “There, I trust that is sufficient?”

“Yes, sir,” Abbot says, taking both the quill and the parchment and bowing deeply again. “Thank you for your patience with us, sir.” 

Regulus turns back to Martian one last time, who is still bent in half. “It would have been a neater signature, but it turns out you make a terrible table as well as a terrible assistant, Martian. Perhaps you should find work elsewhere. Like on a scarab beetle farm.” 

“Y-yes, sir.” 

“Let’s go, Sirius.” Regulus says, and he stalks out of the room at his regular pace. 

Sirius catches him again at the lift, shifting his feet from side to side as they wait for it to arrive. Normally, Regulus would probably let it pass, but Martian has annoyed him. Regulus increases the vibrations again. Sirius barely manages to restrain the whimper. 

When the elevator opens, they’re alone again. Regulus doesn’t ask him for a color this time. He knows that Sirius is at the end of his rope, and that’s why he presses the button for one floor up rather than the Atrium. 

“Sir?” Sirius asks, one hand holding the rail above him and the other over his cock. 

“Quiet,” Regulus orders, and he secures Sirius’s hand to his side with a silent spell. “We’re going to see Kingsley.” 

Regulus walks slower when they leave the lift, aware of the way Sirius’s legs are trembling. Really, he’s doing very good, all things considered. Regulus intends to reward him when they get to Kingsley’s office. Perhaps he’ll let Sirius suck Kingsley off. Perhaps he’ll even let Sirius ride Kingsley until he’s knotted. 

“Look who it is,” Eddie says, leaning in his office door. “Hullo, Diary.” 

“Edgar,” Regulus says. “Kingsley in?”

“Yep,” Eddie says. “And the other Black too! You look–” Eddie pauses for a moment, taking him in “–sweaty.” 

Sirius doesn’t answer, but follows Regulus to Kingsley’s office. Eddie follows as well, whether out of concern or curiosity, Regulus doesn’t know. Regulus shuts the door behind the three of them. 

Kingsley watches, amused, from his chair behind his desk. “Hello, Little Prince. Did your errand go well?” 

“It did not,” Regulus says, and he sees Kingsley stiffen. Regulus waves him off. “It’s handled. Just an annoying assistant who thought he could merrily gossip about the status of my brother’s bonding.” 

“My condolences to his family,” Eddie says. “What’s up with the other Black?” 

Regulus turns his attention to Sirius, whose head is bowed, but he is literally trembling. “Oh, that’s probably the vibrations.” 

“My you have been torturing him,” Kingsley says. 

“What vibrations?” Eddie asks. 

“In his plug,” Regulus says. “Sirius, you may move and speak freely in here.” 

Sirius immediately moves to Regulus, draping his arms around Regulus’s neck and pressing against him. Regulus pushes his leg between Sirius’s, and Sirius grinds down against his thigh. “Maître,” Sirius says. “Please, I need– Fuck me, please.” 

“I told you I liked you needy and desperate for me,” Regulus says, his voice a soft coo in Sirius’s ear. 

“You–fuck–you just made that guy bend over.” Sirius sucks on his scent gland, and Regulus’s knees nearly go out from under him. “It was–Merlin–that was so hot.” Sirius licks up Regulus’s neck to the hinge of his jaw and bites. “Let me suck you off.” 

“Is that what you want?” Regulus asks. “I’m not turning the vibrator off.” 

“Whatever you want, Maître,” Sirius says. “I’ll do whatever you want. Please, put your cock inside of me.” 

“I think this is my cue to leave,” Eddie says, opening the door. “As delightful as this looks. I assume you’re taking your lunch break for this, Shack?”

“Looks like I am,” Kingsley says, sitting back in his chair.

“I’ll grab you a sandwich when I go down, then,” Eddie says. “Have fun, boys.” 

Regulus grabs Sirius by the hair as the door closes. “Lift your skirts and bend over Kingsley’s desk, mon chien.” 

Sirius scrambles to obey, and Regulus flicks up the vibrations a bit more, just because he can. 

[futo-m0m0]

Chapter 16 Snippet (or something)

It was hard for Sirius to recall when they had trusted each other. Maybe it was even more difficult for Regulus- sometimes Sirius wondered if his little brother could even remember such times, given how he acted. Those late nights when they used to sneak around Grimmauld and steal sugar cubes from the parlour or practice spells in the attic room with stolen tomes until the sun peaked through the windows.

He couldn’t identify exactly when they began to drift from each other despite living under the same roof, confined to the same prison that they called home. Perhaps it was some unclear point between ages six to eight, when Evan became a permanent fixture at Regulus’ side, and Sirius would pretend it didn’t bother him by being a terror to the two with dear Bella instead.

 Sirius refused to whine and act jealous- because if he did, that meant admitting that his ratty cousin had replaced him, and there was no way in hell that Sirius Black would acknowledge Evan Rosier was even near his own level of competency. Even as a nine-year-old Sirius had taken delight in that superiority.

Evan was the gnat buzzing around Regulus’ head, and Sirius would grouse and complain about how annoying the bugger was, but in the end, he always knew where he stood. That he would be the one Reg would lean on. Sirius was the reliable one.

Then Sirius was shipped off to Hogwarts, unable to hold in his excitement even as his little brother huddled behind the skirts of their mother with a forlorn look on his face. Despite the fact that Sirius had been grinning as he stepped onto the train, he had been worried. Regulus needed someone bigger and stronger, someone to hide behind that wasn’t their mother, because she was the exact thing that they hid from. Evan was hardly that.

The boy always ran away when a threat as small as Bella and Sirius chased after him. He would snivel and cry when Auntie Druella scolded him; yet he had the gall to deny it when Sirius teased. Besides, even if Evan had grown up in one summer, it wasn’t as if their mother would allow such a stain to be invited into Grimmauld Place whenever Regulus cried wolf.

Yet Sirius had been hopeful. Sitting here now, he could recognize it as naivety.

~ surprisingly i am actually working 2 chapters ahead its insane

(hopefully CH15 will be posted before halloween!)

[padfootastic]

My unpopular opinion is that if Peter weren’t fat and ugly then Sirius/Peter would be an extremely popular and mainstream ship, while Wolfstar would be a rarepair and Prongsfoot would stay as it is now - because i see prongsfoot as a ship for people who love to see Sirius in a healthy and balanced relationship. Wolfstar and Sirius/Peter are/would be for people who love the drama and the emotional turmoil.

dude. DUDE. i fully agree with this. i think a large part of how peter is treated/used/characterised stems from his physicality. it's almost like a woke parallel to jkr's beauty morality politics.

i literally cannot even tell u how often i've been annoyed by the way peter gets treated by the marauder fandom, specifically. because yeah, i get not everyone's gonna like a snivelling rat but--the corner of the fandom that operates purely on fanon and has changed everyone's character? yeah, zero excuses there.

not just the fact that peter often gets zero romantic/sexual attachments (and lets not even talk ab the 'ace/aro hcs bc hes fundamentally unloveable/so ugly no one wants him') even in spaces where's he's redeemed, but even if he's still a bad guy, so what? this is the fandom that's casually redeemed regulus black, barty crouch, all the other assortment of DEs. i dont get why peter's always the one who gets left behind. (i mean,,,,i kinda do,,,but yeah, idk what their rationale is)

and then theres also the peter art oh my god. it just. there's nothing technically wrong with any of it, but the way peter--a canonically fat guy--is drawn (often very infantilised and non-sexually, even wehn everyone around him is thirst trapped up) vs say, lily--who's the hot new 'plus size' rep--who always gets to be slim-thicc, very fkn sexy, and just overall fun. it's just. it icks me out, ykno?

and then the relationships, of fucking course the ship would be more popular, dude. like, its classic enemies to lovers, classic passion and intensity that can fall on either side of the coin. u can play around a lot with it. and honestly, peter & sirius had way more interactions/moments/chemistry than remus/sirius, like that's my unpopular moment right there lmao

overall, yeah, i get what u mean and i second it. fat characters are not written the best bc its often just a facsimile of how irl fat people are treated and we all know how that goes.

[ivysworld02]

Detached...

"Why don’t you have a talk with him instead?" asks Remus raising his head from the book he was reading.

Sirius scoffs to himself. "As if my darling brother is polite enough for that."

Remus shrugs getting up from his seat. "It wouldn’t hurt to try."

With that he walks away from the breakfast table carrying his books in one hand and limping slightly, probably due to the effect of last full moon, Sirius thinks.

He turns to face his brother at the other end of the hall sitting between Mulciber and Snape.

The mere sight of it makes his blood boil.

That idiot. What the hell does it think he is doing?

Probably Remus was right. How bad could communicating be?

Sirius turns to finish his toast, his mind consumed with all the ways he could start the upcoming conversation. He really hopes it wouldn’t turn awkward or would not end in a fight.

He had never imagined he would be worried about talking with his own brother and fearing that it would end in a fight, not because he was scared of a fight but because he really did not want to stain there already tainted relationship.

By the time he finished his food and had gotten up Regulus had already disappeared.

Sirius looks all around the Great Hall for a sight of his brother but in vain. He exits the Great Hall eventually with a sigh of frustration but no sooner had he done so his eyes land upon the very figure of Regulus Black walking through the empty hallways, on his way to the dungeons, accompanied by none other than Snape, Mulciber and Barty Crouch.

Sirius tries calming his raging nerves by reminding himself that he was there to talk and not pick up a fight.

He quietly follows them until he sees the three older Slytherins leave Regulus behind and disappear into the Potions classroom.

"Reg, wait!" he calls out before Regulus can follow them further.

He pauses a few paces behind his brother as Regulus turns around.

"What do you want?" asks Regulus bitterly with an air of annoyance in his voice.

Sirius knows that was surely not the best start to a conversation but he fails to resist himself and the words come shooting out of his mouth before he can stop them.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, roaming around with fucking Mulciber and Snivellous?"

Regulus stares at him for a second before his features contract. "Why the fuck do you care all of a sudden?"

"What does that even mean?" says Sirius annoyed.

There it was, Regulus being so difficult again. He was trying to talk and he would not listen and moreover, did he really not realize how bad of a company he was roaming around with?

"You don't have to act like you care Sirius." Regulus replies. "That's what I mean. You don’t have to assume your postion as a big brother, all of a sudden."

"Merlin's sake, Reggie." Sirius sighs. "Can you not be so difficult for once? I'm sorry, okay? I should not have left like that."

Regulus looks at him a little taken aback. Perhaps he did not expect a sorry from him. His eyes seem to have the slight glimmer of hope and Sirius suddenly realizes how much he had missed his brother.

"I went to James'." he says. "Probably should have taken you along."

The glimmer disappears behind the veil of coldness as soon as it had come upon hearing those words.

"You don’t have to go back this summer, if you don't want to Reg." Sirius says. "James would not mind and neither will his parents."

Regulus scoffs at the suggestion which makes a wave of anger wash all over him. He dare not insult them...

"I asked you to stay--- I fucking begged you to stay, I begged you to not leave me all alone in that hellhole." Regulus seethes anger consuming his features. "And yet you walked away. You fucking left me when I begged you not to and then you go to the Potters, the very place mum and dad loathes. And now you expect me to join you there? Wow."

"You must be crazy if you still think I give a flying fuck about what mum and dad likes and dislikes Reg." Sirius replies. "And as for you begging, I already told you I had no choice. I could not possibly stay in that awful house for another second and after everything they did."

"You always had a choice Sirius. You simply chose to ignore the fact that you had it. But ofcourse you would choose your best mate James over your own brother."

"Don't you dare have a shot a James!" Sirius warns.

"Yes, right." he nods in answer. "Your entire world revolves around that bloodtraitor doesn’t it?"

Sirius does not realize how he reisists himself from launching at Regulus and punching that smug look off of his stupid face, but he does, when he feels a hand on his shoulder pulling him back.

"Let it go, mate." James says from behind. "Come, on we're getting late for Charms."

"He doesn’t know what he's talking about." Sirius mutters angrily.

He turns to look back at his brother who stares at him with the same deatched look and it hurts to acknowledge the fact that nothing is the same any longer.

"I'm trying to talk, Reg." he says trying very hard to maintain his tone. "Why can you not just listen for once?"

"Yeah, a fat load of good talking would do wouldn’t it Sirius?" Regulus questions back. "Tell me one time that you listened when I tried to talk?"

"Reggie---"

"It’s like, you act as if you'd be sad if I died, but are you really happy that I'm here?"

Sirius does not know what to reply to that.

Ofcourse he was fucking happy his brother was there. But this was not the Regulus he knew. This was far from the Regulus he had loved and grown up with. This was far from the Regulus he spent all those summers playing games with, pulling pranks on, joking even during those terrifying family dinners, and far from the Regulus who was the only reason he looked forward to while going back to that awful house. This side of Regulus was what his parents had achieved in making and moulding all throughout his years of absence. He curses himself for not being there enough.

"That was what I thought." Regulus replies after a pause when he fails to answer, grey eyes cold as ice. "You've chosen your path the moment you decided to leave, but do not expect me to follow Sirius."

"Reggie, wait--"

"Don't fucking call me that!" Regulus snaps turning away a tone of disgust in his voice. "Makes me feel sick."

Sirius watches as his brother walks away and the heaviness in his chest increases with every passing second. He wants to shout at him and pull him back, smack whatever bullshit his parents had planted in his head out of him. But who was he to do that?

An elder brother? Perhaps he had lost that title long ago.

He feels James put a hand around his shoulder.

"Don't worry mate. We'll find a way."

Sirius shakes his head, the anger surging through his entire being in waves and avalanches. "Nah," he says. "He had chosen their side. It’s no longer my responsibility. Let him do whatever the fuck he chooses to do."

Sirius does not listen to what James says from behind. The rage and the guilt inside of him seems to consume him whole. Nothing was meant to turn out like this.... They were not meant to end up like this.... They were meant to be children, not heroes or villains....

[sylviawitch]

Being A Brother

The thing was… The thing was, none of the other Marauders had a brother. Pete had a sister, yes, but she’d been eighteen months old when they’d started Hogwarts, which wasn’t the same; and Remus and James were both only children - albeit of very different types, Sirius thought with a grin. And yeah, James said he loved him like a brother, and in many ways he did, but there was a difference between that and a brother with whom you’d grown up - spent those grim old years at Grimmauld Place, both hating and loving at the same time, fighting with and defending with all of your might.

Though, Sirius acknowledged guiltily, James had done just that after The Snivellous Affair. No one else had been talking to Sirius; Remus was still struggling to forgive him, Sirius knew. James had come and sat down on his bed and said,

“I kind of hate you right now, but you’re still my brother, Pads.”

He very kindly had pretended not to notice when Sirius cried, too. Though probably, when this was in the distant past, he’d take the piss out of him for it, because that was what brothers did.

But that didn’t solve Sirius’s Regulus problem. Of course the kid was an arsehole, he’d been brought up by Walburga and Orion Black. Look at Sirius, for fuck’s sake, and that was after five and a half years in Gryffindor. He was still a complete wanker half the time, ask Remus. And Regulus was in Slytherin, where they’d positively encourage him to be a twat. But… he was still Sirius’s brother.

And sometimes Sirius just wanted him back. And that was something the other Marauders, for all their greatness, just didn’t understand.

[otunnicliffe]

Chloe + Harry Potter And The Philosophers Stone

Chapter One: The Twins Who Lived

'Alright then Dumbledore, do you want to read the first chapter?' 

Albus Dumbledore simply nods at McGonagall, and opens the book. 'This Chapter', he booms, 'Is called 'The Twins Who Lived'.

'Ooh! That'll be Chloe and Harry!' Alice exclaims to Gwendolyn excitedly. 

Mr and Mrs Dursley of-

'Wait, I thought this was about Chloe and Harry?' Regulus says, abruptly stopping Dumbledore's storytelling. 'Who are the Dursleys?'

'Dursley... that name does ring a bell, but I can't put my finger on why.' Gwendolyn ponders.

'Isn't your sister, Petunia, dating a Dursley?' Kimberly asks.

'AHA! That's it!' Gwendolyn exclaims. 'Is it?'

'Yes, Miss Evans, the Dursleys are your sister and her husband,' McGonagall says.

'Why are we starting the story off with a bunch of muggles?' Narcissa scorns. 'Why aren't we talking about Chloe and Harry, or even Gwendolyn and James?' With this, everyone erupts into conversations filled with confusion about the beginning of this tale.

'Everyone!' Dumbledore booms, and the room instantly falls silent. 'Everything will be exclaimed. Now, if you all don't mind, let's use our ears and listen to the tale.'

Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

'Don't exactly know why you'd be so proud of being normal,' Xenophilius mutters to Barty Jr. 'I personally find normal to be very boring indeed'.

'I agree mate,' Barty Jr whispered back. 

They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. 

Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills.

'I won't lie,' Sirius exclaims, as he shuffled down in his beanbag, hands going behind his head, 'That sounds like the deadest job ever.'

'I agree,' Calls Peter, mouth full of sweet treats.

'Ew, Pete!' Arabella groans. 'Swallow before you wallow!'

'Sorry,' Peter muffles, clearly not being very sorry at all.

He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache.

'He sounds like a right looker,' Andromeda exclaims, sarcastically, and the room erupted into laughter.

Mrs Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which became useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours.

'That is deffo your sister, Gwen!' Arabella announces, Kimberly next to her chuckling in agreement.

'This book isn't very nice about my poor sister,' Gwendolyn says, whole trying not to laugh at the trueness of the definition of Petunia.

The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

'This is a lovely description and all,' says Bellatrix, who was already laid back on her seat, already very bored. 'But what does this have to do with us?'

'Patience, Miss Lestrange, Patience.'

The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters.

'What's wrong with the Potters?' James cried, defensively as he suddenly sat up in his chair.

'Do you want a list?' Severus cut in.

'Snivellous, watch it!

'James leave it!' Gwendolyn exclaimed, and James gave Severus the finger and turned away from him.

Mrs Potter was Mrs Dursleys sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister,

'Me and my sister don't get along?' Gwendolyn exclaimed sadly. This garnered sympathetic looks from most of the people int hat room, apart from a few Slytherins, who really couldn't care less. 

,because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband

'Way harsh!' James objected. 'I am NOT good-for-nothing!'

were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be.

'Well I don't want to be like them anyway,' James exclaimed proudly, 'Do we Gwen?'

'Nope,' Gwen responded, letting out a small smile. James took this as a win.

The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbours would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had children too, twins, one girl and one boy, but they had never seen either of them. Those children were another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.

When Mr and Mrs Dursley woke up on a dull, grey Tuesday out story starts

'Merlin, has it only just started!' Bellatrix groans.

,there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country.

'What things?' Asked Peter, looking up from all the food he'd been eating.

'If you let the man talk, he'll tell us, stop interrupting!' Amos exclaims, also already fed up of this book.

'That was rude,' Peter mutters, but nonetheless shutting up to let Dumbledore continue.

Mr Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work and Mrs Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.

'Lovely child,' drawls Lucius, with disgust.

None of them noticed a large tawny owl flutter past the window.

At half past eight, Mr Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs Dursley on the cheek and tried to kiss Dudley goodbye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the wall.

'What a delightful child', Kimberly quipped, not even trying to hide her obvious sarcasm.

'Little tyke' chortled Mr Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.

'He's got a car!' Exclaimed Arthur excitedly, looking up.

'Most people in the Muggle world do,' Gwendolyn explained.

'Well I am very jealous of Muggles!'

It was on this corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar- a cat reading a map.

Everyone suddenly turned to look at McGonagall.

'You're in this story too!' Amos exclaimed.

'Well of course, Mr Diggory,' She said, trying her hardest to hold back her smile. 

For a second, Mr Dursley didn't realize what he had seen- then he jerked his head around to look again. There was the tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking?

'Oh Minnie, confusing Muggles yet again,' Sirius remarks, grinning broadly.

It must have been a trick of the light. Mr Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back.

'McGonagall, no offense, but you really need to work on your being a cat skills,' Regulus jokes.

As Mr Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive- no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs.

'Lies, we all know one who can.' Molly exclaims, pointing at McGonagall giddily.

Mr Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove towards town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day.

But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. 

'Wizards wearing wizarding clothes in the Muggle world?' Alice quizzed.

'That's strange. That's like one of the things we know not to do!' Narcissa remarks, also looking puzzled.

People in cloaks. Mr Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes- the get-ups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. Mr Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald green cloak!

'Something big has happened,' Murmured Barty, 'Something huge in our world'. 

The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt- these people were obviously collecting for something...

'Stupid muggles!' Chortled Bellatrix.

...yes that would be it. The traffic moved on, and a few minutes later, Mr Dursley arrived in the Grunnings car park, his mind back on drills. 

Mr Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead.

'I'm presuming that it isn't normal for owls to do that in the Muggle world?' Andromeda asks Gwendolyn. 

'No. it's not at all,' Gwendolyn responds, brows furrowed in confusion.

'Question.' Remus says. 'Why are we reading about this? What about Gwen or Prongs? Or Chloe and Harry?'

'Patience, Mr Lupin, and all will be revealed.'

Most of them had never seen an owl even at night-time. Mr Dursley, however, had a perfectly fine owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls

'What's a telephone?' Arthur asks.

Gwendolyn got him a pen and a sheet of paper, and handed it to him with the instruction of 'write what you don't know and I'll explain later'.

and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunch-time, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakers opposite.

'Lard-arse,' Arabella exclaimed.

He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This lot were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin.

'Stupid Muggle, they aren't collecting anything!' Bellatrix says.

It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.

'Is this when we find out what happened?' Regulus said, trying to contain his excitement.

Everyone now, even Bellatrix, was listening intently.

'The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard- yes, their children, Chloe and Harry-'

'What happened to them?' Asked Gwendolyn, looking nervous.

'Why is everyone talking about us?' James asked, also looking nervous.

'Patience Miss Evans and Mr Potter, all will be explained.'

Mr Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.

He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone and had almost finished dialing home when he changed his mind. He put the receiver down and stroked his mustache, thinking... no, he was being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure that there were lots of people called potter that had children named Chloe and Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his niece and nephew were called Chloe and Harry. He'd never even seen either of them, the girl or the boy. It might have been Charlotte and Harvey. Or Clara and Harold.

'Harold!' James exclaimed, his nose wrinkling in disgust. 'What a horrible name, why would I name my child that!'

There was no point in worrying Mrs Dursley, she always got so upset at the mention of her sister. He didn't blame her- if he'd had a sister like that..

'A sister like what!' Arabella exclaimed defensively. 'Gwendolyn is so much better than Petunia, that bitch!'

'I agree!' James says. 'I'd be more worried about his wife more than anything else.

...but all the same, those people in cloaks... 

He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon, and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that  he walked straight into someone just outside of the door. 

'Sorry,' he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was two seconds before Mr Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passers-by stare: 'Don't be sorry my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last!

'WHAT!' Came the collective shout from everyone in that room, excluding the teachers.

'He's gone?' James exclaimed loudly, 'But how?'

'That will be revealed soon, Mr Potter.'

Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy happy day!'

And the old man hugged Mr Dursley around the middle and walked off.

Mr Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off home, hoping his was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.

'Shock me,' Remus said quietly. Kimberly chuckled.

As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw- and it didn't improve his mood- was the tabby cat he'd spotted this morning.

Everyone turned to stare at McGonagall once again. 

It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure that it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.

'Shoo!' said Mr Dursley loudly. 

The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behaviour, Mr Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife. 

Mrs Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learnt a new word (shan't!). Mr Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living-room in time to catch the last report on the evening news:

'And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern.' The news reader allowed himself a grin. 'Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?'

'Well, Ted,' said the weatherman, 'I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire and Dundee have been phoning to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars!'

'Shooting stars!' Exclaimed Gwendolyn. 'No wonder they're all wondering what's going on!'

Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early- it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight.'

Arthur added 'Bonfire Night' to his list.

Mr Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters...

Mrs Dursley came into the living-room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. 'Er- Petunia, dear- you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?'

As he expected, Mrs Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.

'I always knew she didn't like me, but I didn't think she would take it this far!' Gwendolyn exclaimed, sadly. She once again received sympathetic looks from most of the inhabitants of the room. James put his arm around her comfortingly, and she softly smiled.

'No,' she said sharply. 'Why?'

'Funny stuff on the news,' Mr Dursley mumbled.' Owls... shooting stars... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today...'

'So?' snapped Mrs Dursley.

'Well I just thought... maybe... it was something to do with... you know.. her lot.'

'Is that us he's referring to?' Andromeda asks. 'Witches and Wizards?' Dumbledore nodded.

Mrs Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name 'Potter'. He decided he didn't dare. Instead, he said, as casually as he could. 'This twins- they'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't they?'

'I suppose so,' Said Mrs Dursley stiffly. 

"What's their names again? Clara and Howard, isn't it?'

'Chloe and Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me.'

'Says the one who named their child 'Dudley''. Kimberly scoffed.

'Chloe and Harry are nice names, especially in comparison to Dudley!' Regulus agreed. 

'Oh, yes,' said Mr Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. 'Yes, I quite agree.'

'He can't talk about names!' Gwendolyn says defensively. 'His name is Vernon.'

This sent James into a pit of laughter. 

'Who names their child Vernon?' Alice says, giggling.

He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. it was staring down Privet Drive as though it was waiting for something.

'But what!' Remus asks, getting rather annoyed. 'What does this have to do with Gwen and Prongs?'

'Patience, Mr Lupin.'

'I don't have that at the moment.'

Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did.. if it got out that they were related to a pair of-

'Pair of what?' James asks, defensively. 'What's wrong with me and Gwen?'

well, he didn't think he could bear it.

'Well, I can't bear the fact that I'm gonna be related to you!' James says. 'Such a horrible, boring man!'

The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he feel asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind...  

'What's his issue with us?' Amos asks.

'He perceives us as not normal,' Xenophilius explains. 'And he only likes normal things.'

He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on. He yawned and turned over. It couldn't affect them...

How very wrong he was. 

'What do you mean by that?' James asked quizzically.

'Do we turn up at their doorstep?' Gwendolyn asks.

'Patience, Miss Evans, Mr Potter.'

Mr Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the the wall outside was showing no signs of sleepiness. 

All eyes again returned to McGonagall.

It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unthinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed in the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.

'Where you not bored?' Regulus asks.

A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. 

All eyes went to Dumbledore.

'Is it you, sir?' Molly asks.

Dumbledore shrugs, but the grin on his face gave it away that it was, in fact, him.

The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed. 

Nothing like this man had ever been seen in Privet Drive. He was tall, thin and very old,  judging by the silver of his hair and beard. which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes, were light, bright and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore. 

'But why are you at Privet Drive?' Remus asks. 'What happened?'

'Once again, patience Mr Lupin.'

Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realise that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realise he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered 'I should have known'.

He had found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up into the air and clicked it. The nearest street light went out with a pop.

'Oh that's so cool!' Frank exclaimed.

He clicked it again- the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left in the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. 

'I bet your sister would have still tried though, right Gwen?' Arabella teased. Gwendolyn chuckled lightly. 

Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street towards number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it. 'Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall.'

He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead, he was smiling at a rather severe-looking women who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had around its eyes. 

'That's our Minnie alright!' Sirius joked, smiling at the teacher.

She too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled. 

'How did you know it was me?' she asked.

'My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly.'

'You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day'  said Professor McGonagall.

'All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passes a dozen feasts and parties on the way here.'

Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily. 'Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right,' she said impatiently. 'You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no- even the Muggles have noticed something's going on/ It was on their news.' She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. 'I heard it. Flocks of owls... shooting stars.. Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent- I bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense.'

Everyone in the room recognised the name. Diggle was a Hufflepuff a few years above them, and they all happened to agree with McGonagall on her evaluation of him.

'You can't blame them,' said Dumbledore gently. 'We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years'.

'I know that,' said Professor McGonagall irritably. 'But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumours.'

Everyone's head poked up at this.

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't so she went on: 'A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?'

'It certainly seems so,'

Everyone gasped.

'But how!' Barty Jr asked.

said Dumbledore. 'We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a sherbet lemon?'

Arthur wrote 'Sherbet Lemon' on his list.

'A what?'

'A sherbet lemon. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.'

Arthur crossed it off his list.

'No, thank you,' said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for sherbet lemons. 'As I say. even if You-Know-Who has gone-'

'My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this "You-Know-Who" nonsense- for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort'

Everyone in the room let out an involuntary shudder, except Dumbledore.

Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two sherbet lemons, seemed not to notice. 'It all gets so confusing if we keep saying "You-Know-Who". I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name.'

Another shudder from everyone.

'I know you haven't,' said Professor McGonagall, sounding half-exasperated, half-admiring. 'But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort- was frightened of.'

'You flatter me,' said Dumbledore calmly. 'Voldemort had powers I will never have.'

'Only because you're too- well- noble to use them.'

'It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey like my new earmuffs.'

Alice and Molly giggled to each other at that.

Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, 'The owls are nothing to the rumours that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?'

'Are we finding out now?' Remus asks.

'Yes, Mr Lupin.' Everyone was now sat up, attention fully on the story, the suspense in the air thick as they awaited to hear what had happened.

It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever 'everyone' was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another sherbet lemon and did not answer. 

'What they're saying,' she pressed on. 'is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters.

Everyone turned and looked at Gwen and James, whose faces had turned pale.

'I think I know what's to come next, James,' Gwen says softly, tears filling her blue eyes.

James clearly knew what she meant, and grabbed her hand tightly. 'Don't say that.'

The rumour is that Gwendolyn and James Potter are- are- that they're- dead.'

A gasp erupted from the room.

'Knew it,' Gwendolyn said quietly, tears now spilling from her eyes.

'We die?' James asks, voice croaky, as he starts to softly cry too.

'I'm afraid so,' Dumbledore says solemnly. 

Arabella lets out a small sob, followed by Kimberly, Molly and Alice doing the same. The others just started at the pair in shock, tears in some of their eyes. Sirius mouth gapes open, silent tears streaming from his face. 

'We'll give you all a few minutes to get used to that,' McGonagall says softly, feeling hot tears pricking her own eyeballs.

A few minutes pass, and a still sniffling Gwendolyn and James say that they are ready to continue. 

Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped. 'Gwen and James... I can't believe it... oh, Albus...'

'Aww, Minnie you care!' James says, giving her a water smile.

'I have a question,' Molly says. 'What happens to Chloe and Harry?'

'Yeah, the book is about them, so they haven't died,' Kimberly says. 'So were they not in the house at the time or something?'

'That part is coming up now.' Dumbledore announces.

Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. 'I know... I know...' he said heavily.

Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. 'That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's twins, Chloe and Harry. But he couldn't kill those little children.

'WHAT!' The room broke out into.

'Prongs, your children are the reason why he's gone!' Remus said, putting the pieces together.

'Really?' James says, as he and Gwendolyn look to Dumbledore for some kind of explanation. 

'Mr Lupin was correct, your children did stop Voldemort.'

'But how?' Bellatrix spoke up, looking completely dumbfounded. 'You're telling me that he killed all those people and was as powerful as he was, but couldn't kill two kids?'

'That is correct, Miss Black, but the rest of the explanation, I'm afraid, you'll have to wait to find out what happened.'

'Are we ready to continue?' McGonagall cuts in.

With everyone nodding in agreement Dumbledore continues. 

No one knows why or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Chloe and Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke- and that's why he's gone.'

'James, you have some powerful offspring, mate!' Amos announces, everyone nodding in agreement.

Dumbledore nodded glumly. 

'It's- it's true?' faltered Professor McGonagall. 'After all he's done... all the people he's killed.. he could kill two little children? It's just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the name of heaven did Chloe and Harry survive?'

'We can only guess,' said Dumbledore. 'We may never know.'

Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said 'Hagrid's late.

'Hagrid's in this story?' Gwendolyn asked happily. Hagrid had just become the Groundkeeper for Hogwarts very recently, and Gwendolyn found him very lovely and kind.

'Great, just what this story needs,' Lucius remarks to Narcissa and Bellatrix. 'That big oaf.'

I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?'

'Yes,' said Professor McGonagall. 'And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?'

'I've come to bring Chloe and Harry to their aunt and uncle.

'YOU'RE WHAT!' James and Gwendolyn shouted. 

'Why would you do that!' James asked, looking at Dumbledore as is he'd gone mad.

'My sister hates me, and you want to give her my children?' Gwendolyn asks, anger rising in her voice. 'She's going to treat them terribly!'

'How come either me, Kimberly, Remus, Sirius or even Peter don't get them?' Arabella asks.

'It's a long story that is explained later, but you need to know it was for the best,' Dumbledore replied.

'I don't believe you!' Gwendolyn says.

Before starting an argument, Dumbledore just keeps on reading.

They're the only family they've got left now.'

'You don't mean- you can't mean the people who live here?' cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. 'Dumbledore- you can't.

'See, McGonagall agrees it's a bad idea!' James says. 

'Unfortunately, Mr Potter, it had to be done.' Dumbledore said calmly. 

You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son- I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street. screaming for sweets. Chloe and Harry Potter come and live here!'

'It's the best place for them,' said Dumbledore firmly. 'His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older

'But they won't!' Gwendolyn exclaims angrily. ''My sister hated me being a witch, she won't tell my children that they're the same!'

I've written them a letter.'

'A letter?' repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down against the wall. 'Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain this in a letter? These people will never understand him! They'll both be famous- a legend- I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Potter Twins Day in future- there will be books written about Chloe and Harry- every child in our world will know his name!'

'I bet Potter's having a right ego boost at the minute,' grovelled Severus.

'Exactly,' said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. 'It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before either of them can walk or talk! Famous for something they both won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?'

'There's a difference between growing up away from it and being placed in an abusive home!' Gwendolyn says. 

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed and then said, 'Yes- yes, you're right, of course. But how are the children getting here, Dumbledore?' She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding the twins underneath it.

'Hagrid's bringing them both.'

'You think it wise- wise- to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?'

'I would trust Hagrid with my life,' said Dumbledore.

'I wouldn't trust that big oaf with anything,' Lucius remarks.

'I'm not saying that his heart isn't in the right place,' said Professor McGonagall grudgingly. 'but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to- what was that?'

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky- and a huge motorbike fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them. 

If the motorbike was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide.

'That's Hagrid, for sure!' Kimberly said.

He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild- long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of dustbin lids and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms, he was holding two bundles of blankets.

'It's the twins!' Molly exclaimed to Gwendolyn.

'Hagrid,' said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. 'At last. And where did you get that motorbike?'

'Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir,' said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorbike as he spoke. 'Young Sirius Black lent it me.

'I have a motorbike!' Sirius exclaimed, an excited look on his face. 'That's so cool!'

I've got them both, sir.'

'No problems, were there?'

'No sir= house was almost destroyed but I got them both out alright before the Muggles started swarmin' around. They both fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol.'

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the two bundles of blankets. Inside each, just visible, was a baby, one girl and one boy, fast asleep. The girl's hair was barely visible in the dark light as it was so light, and the boy's was the exact opposite, jet black.

'Aww you had a mini you and a mini James, Gwen!' Alice said, cooing slightly. 

'I bet they're proper cute, our kids,' James said, smiling down at Gwendolyn who just blushed in response. 

Under the tufts of platinum blonde and jet-black hair over their forehead they could see identical curiously shaped cuts, like bolts of lightning. 

'Is that where-?' whispered Professor McGonagall.

'Yes,' said Dumbledore. 'They'll have those scars for ever.'

'Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in useful. I have one myself above my left knee which is a perfect map of the London Underground. 

'Really?' Gwendolyn asked, amusement written over her face at the idea. Dumbledore nodded. 

'Can we see?' Andromeda asks.

'Maybe another time.'

Well- give him here, Hagrid- we'd better get this over with.'

Dumbledore took Chloe and Harry in his arms and turned towards the Dursley's house.

'Could I- could I say goodbye to them, sir?' asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry first and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss, then doing the exact same to Chloe. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

'Shhh!' hissed Professor McGonagall. 'You'll wake the Muggles!'

'I mean I doubt it,' Arabella says. 'especially if the motorbike didn't in the first place.'

'S-s-sorry,' sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. 'But I c-c-can't stand it- Gwen and James dead- an' poor little Chloe and poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles-'

'Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found,' Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Chloe and Harry gently on the doorstep

'WHAT!' James and Gwendolyn erupted again, turning to Dumbledore angrily.

'You're leaving them on the doorstep?' Kimberly asked him, looking both parts angry and confused.

'What if there was foxes or something?' James asks. 

'Yeah, and the weatherman said earlier that it was going to rain!' Remus added. 'You're leaving them in the cold and the wet?'

,took two letters out of his cloak, tucked them inside either Chloe's or Harry's blankets and then came back to the other two. For a full minute, the three of them stood and looked at the two little bundles; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.

'Well,' said Dumbledore finally, 'that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations.'

'What you should be doing instead,' says Gwendolyn, angrily, 'is thinking about the fact that you left two BABIES on a doorstep!'

'Yeah,' said Hagrid in a very muffled voice. 'I'd best get this bike away. G'night, Professor McGonagall- Professor Dumbledore, sir.' Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself on to the motorbike and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night. 

'I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall,' said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply. 

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the two bundles of blankets on the step of number four. 

'Good luck, Chloe and Harry,' he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak he was gone.

'And leaving the two babies on the step,' Arabella said, rolling her eyes at the idea.

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Chloe and Harry Potter rolled over inside of their blankets without either of them waking up. Each baby had one small hand closed on the letters beside them and they both slept on, not knowing they were special, not knowing they were famous, not knowing that they would both be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, not that they would both spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by their cousin Dudley...

'He better not do anything to either of them!' James muttered.

...They couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: 'To Chloe and Harry Potter- the twins who lived!'

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dating regulus black includes

ok, so blood status goes two ways.

if you're a pure blood and in slytherin, you're most likely an it couple

if you're any kind of muggle born and friends with the marauders, you guys probably have to hide your relationship until something happens and reggie proves himself to his brother and things are okay

but other than that

at first you thought reggie was a total creep

because he's always so quiet

and secluded and he doesn't really talk

plus, he's friends with weird people like snape (snivellous if you're a marauder, so of course that's a red flag, but sev if you're friends) and like, barty crouch junior

you'd heard of him, of course: he was always on top of his grades, he was one of the highest in your year, and he was good at quidditch.

you'd done a few projects in potions together because slughorn never let you chose partners

and of course you've played quidditch with him

you probably rivalled each other for the seeker position, but no hard feelings

other than that, you never really talked to him.

you didn't like his cousins either

it doesn't matter if you're pure blood or not, it was just that bellatrix and her sisters were stuck up and not worth the trouble. and if you're muggleborn, well, bellatrix gave you hell.

so you kind of avoided him and his family

until one night

regulus found you in his spot: the astronomy tower

at first he was going to try chase you away - it was his spot, after all, and most people knew that

but then he saw that you were crying

and he realised why he always stared at you and why he always chose to work with you

because he liked you

so he went over to comfort you

and when he found out what lucius malfoy did to you, he lost his shit

(muggleborn version: when lucius asked you out, you rejected him and he said, "why would anyone want to date a mudblood like you anyways?" pure blood version: lucius tried to kiss you and when you didn't let him, he called you a slut and a bitch.)

either way, regulus got really, really mad.

he kept his cool when he was comforting you.

he brought you back to the dorms and gave you his big quidditch sweater because you were cold and covered in rain

then he went and beat up lucius malfoy

he didn't want you to find out, but rumours spread the next day

and you confronted him in the great hall/slytherin common room

you were both yelling at each other, an extremely loud conversation that everyone was listening to

and everyone heard how it ended: regulus yelling, "i did it because i love you!"

everyone being so shocked that it happened, that regulus black kissed you.

of course, all the slytherins supported it.

you became one of the most popular couples at school.

of course, you tried to hide your relationship from the marauders at first

but they found out

sirius didn’t mind, not really, once he saw how much you loved each other.

being regulus black’s girlfriend was kind of scary at first, because people would always question why you were dating him and why he was dating you, of all people (of course, not if you came from a pure wizarding family)

but it felt kind of nice that people didn’t say things about you and that they didn’t pick on you - apparently, the whole lucius and regulus incdent spread pretty quickly, and it wasn’t like he was the first person reggie had beat up, right?

so people left you alone.

he probably gets jealous a lot, but not for the reasons you’d think.

you’d find him all angsty, questioning whether he was good enough for you. of course, you would always remind him that he was a perfect choice.

i think if you were a muggle born, he would probably never become a death eater and would run away from his family, too. he would probably stay with your family. 

i love this muggle-born concept so much i think i’m going to write a whole new headcanon.

regulus likes to spoil you a lot

his family is rich, so he probably gets you lots of jewelry and nice dresses that he asks you to wear on special occasions

he also likes to show you off to his parents

even though you deny it, he knows you like to wear his clothes, because then why else would they have mysteriously gone missing?

regulus likes to take you on simple dates

like, laying down together in the astronomy tower, watching the stars on the moving ceiling

or picnics in the forbidden forest

making potions late at night

cuddling in the restricted section of the library

you guys probably have a photo album too

using the prefects’ bathrooms to your advantage ;)

trying to claim the shrieking shack as your turf, but the marauders and a scary werewolf chasing you out.

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Holli. Holli holli holli. Queen of misery, laugher at my daily misfortunes (doves)

When All Falls to Ruins has awoken the need inside of me to read more about Regulus if Sirius died before him. (God I love hurting myself huh?)

So. Give me your worst. (If Sirius grieving Regulus is easier I'll take that too)

Ah, doves. What a treasure they are.

This is admittedly not my worst, I'll be honest. I'm not even sure it's what you wanted. It's not what I'd initially intended, but I had laptop issues, so I didn't get into his head like I wanted. But here it is. Enjoy??

(some unknown universe where Sirius dies a couple of years after Hogwarts and Regulus doesn't. i dunno)

"Say that again."

The person – he can't even remember the man's name and doesn't wish to hear it again now – shifts his eyes from side to side warily, hands fidgeting in front of him, fingers tugging at fingers, clearly nervous. Regulus sneers at him.

"Sirius Black, your brother," the nearly sniveling man begins, "he's dead."

Regulus is quiet for a while, so long that the man ducks his head, trying to catch his eyes. His hand reaches out like he's going to attempt to poke, but Regulus pins him with an icy stare that causes him to instantly retract.

"You've been misinformed," he declares coldly. "Sirius, while foolish, isn't stupid enough to get himself killed."

"It's true!" protests the man. "Saw it happen myself. He's dead." He says it almost proudly, a smug gleam in his eyes. "Another Order member we don't have to worry about, eh?"

The look that passes over Regulus' face melts the expression away, sending the other back a step. His eyes drop to his feet as Regulus continues to stare at him, mouth twisting, an odd feeling swelling inside him.

"Who?"

"W-who?" stutters out the cowering man in front of him.

"Who killed him," bites out Regulus, anger flaring over his face.

"M-Macnair. He's the one. Got him in the back."

Regulus turns on his heel and leaves.

Two hours and one dead Death Eater later finds him standing in front of an unfamiliar door, his fist pounding against the wood twice. He's instantly confronted with a wand when it cracks open, puffy hazel eyes peering out at him suspiciously.

"What do you want?" comes Potter's voice, low and vibrating a little around the words.

"Nothing that wand is going to help with," responds Regulus levelly. "I came to talk about my brother."

Potter continues to eye him for a moment before the door swings open wider. The wand remains aimed in his direction, but Regulus ignores it as the other man's gaze sweeps their surroundings. Regulus glances into the cottage, a red head – Evans, he thinks he remembers – coming up behind him cautiously. He can see two other figures in their sitting room, half hidden behind a wall, one sitting on the sofa, back rigid, brown eyes swollen but intently focused on Regulus.

"You don't have a brother," snaps Potter, clearly on edge. Rage boils under the surface of Regulus' skin, invading his bones, liquifying them.

"You're right, I don't," he hisses, "because he's dead. And where were you? Wasn't that your job, to protect him? Isn't that why you so easily replaced me? He trusted you, said you'd always have his back, so where were you?"

Potter's wand falters, and he stumbles back a half-step. The woman reaches out for him, her gaze filled with harsh fire as she stares Regulus down. Potter's mouth works for a long time before he manages to speak.

"I – I wasn't there," stutters out Potter, his hand finally dropping. "I wasn't there. He was alone."

The last word slices Regulus' heart in half. Alone. He was alone. He takes a step forward, all emotion fading from his outward appearance as his insides roil.

"Then this rests on your head, Potter," he says in a near growl of sound. "You should have been there for him. All of you. This is your fault!"

A loud, drawn-out cry sounds from above them, and Potter seems to startle out of whatever daze he's fallen into. "Regulus – "

But he doesn't listen, can't hear it. His brother is dead, and he doesn't know what to do with that knowledge, because his brother hadn't been his brother in years. Regulus can't figure out where the agony is coming from if that's true.

He turns before Potter can continue, cutting off his words midsentence as he strides down the walk on shaking legs. His brother is gone, and the entire world is responsible, himself included.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Ohhh! I love this so much!

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2. They Never Expect the Squibs Set during the First Wizarding War (minus horcruxes), the Death Eaters have started to attack muggles at random, causing a group of squibs and muggles to begin a resistance to fight against them. Featuring squib!trans!Regulus as a badass resistance member and Sirius struggling to understand muggle devices. Also still early in the writing process with two chapters done

3. Gender Adventure Nice little oneshot of Sirius figuring out they're nb with the help of trans!James and a very supportive friend group. I'll be writing a second chapter, eventually, of Sirius exploring gender expression now that they've settled into their gender.

4. Sassy Potter Really short one shot that's more of a drabble of slytherin!Harry back talking Snivellous in his first potions class. Has the potential to be a mini series of oneshots with Sass master Harry, but no promises.

5. Domestic Jegulus Drabble Title says it all, cute little drabble of a morning with Jegulus and little Harry <3333

And because I really couldn't choose between domestic Jegulus or this next one, have a 6th rec

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