#wolfstar 003

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“enchanted!” | masterlist

SYNOPSIS: In which a prophecy looms her like a silhouette, creeping silently like a shadow she cannot escape. From one land to another, trouble follows, evil lurks, and darkness shadows.

Side-by-side, accompanied by four seemingly ordinary siblings, they will reign and conquer the ever-changing tides.

From a Lion, a Witch, and a Wardrobe, to the Battle of Worlds intwined, only Aslan may know just what their journeys truly hold.

STATUS: on-going

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Wolfstar!Daughter!Reader

000 - PROLOGUE

# ( ACT ONE - CHAMBER OF SECRETS &&& THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE WARDROBE )

001 - the getaway car

002 - the great escape, the prison break

003 - the light of freedom on my face

004 - welcome home

005 - the world within the wardrobe

006 - tbd

007 - tbd

( await further updates )

[kingstarkingslay]

Wolfstar Fic Recs!!!

This is an AU I’ve been obsessed with lately

- ✨ Secret Agent AUs ✨

First one :

5 chapters

Agent Remus Lupin a.k.a Agent Wolf

targeted Sirius Black a.k.a ex-son of a family of shitty, abusive, conservative politicians

platonic Moonwater

Second one :

1 chapter

Hitman Sirius Black ( flirt )

Hacker/ Hitman Remus Lupin ( badass )

a lot of eyefucking

Last but not the least ( my personal favourite that y’all must DEFINITELY read ) :

(locked fic so you have to be an ao3 user to read it )

6 chapters

MI6

seductive Secret Agent Sirius Black ( Agent 003 )

sarcastic Quartermaster Remus Lupin ( also a very terrible spy )

Remus is the witty voice in Sirius’ head who runs his mission comms back at MI6

Enjoy !!!

[justsiriusenough]

Sunday Feeling

He hears a distant door shut and Sirius starts to stir, blinking his eyes open to see one of Grim’s feet inches away from his face. He sits up just enough to manhandle the greyhound into being the little spoon and settles back into the couch, sure it was still heinously early. 

Grimm’s ears perk up just as Sirius also hears a key in the door. His eyes open all the way, awareness taking him fully as he remembers the night before. Jealousy grips him anew as the wine from last night pounds in his temples. He takes a deep breath through his nose as he flops over onto his stomach, his chin on the arm rest facing the door.

When Remus comes into their apartment, Sirius feels his chest tighten. There’s no use kidding himself or pretending otherwise, at least not now, not when he’s this hungover and Remus is basically fucking glowing in the morning light from the window; Sirius loves him. A love beyond just that of a friend or even a brother. Remus was who Sirius wanted when he kissed that stranger last night, and if he was being honest, Remus was always who Sirius is looking for in each stranger he kisses.

He’s going to have to get over it. Nothing good comes from Sirius loving someone. Plus, if he ever had the nerve to say anything, what would he do if Remus rejected him? He’s burned off of his family tree, cut ties totally with Peter and James was planning a wedding, a family. Remus is all Sirius has, and he needs to do what he can to not fuck this up along with everything else. 

“Hey sailor.” Sirius greets from the couch, feeling (and probably looking like) a bit of a slug. “Nice outfit, my mate Moony was wearing the exact same one last night.” 

He grins at Remus as Grimm wakes up and rests his chin beside him, joining the welcoming committee.

“You have fun Moons?” Sleep is still clinging to his voice as he fights off a yawn. 

@remus-mxxny

[stargazing-enby]

Okay, okay, okay. Here we go.

Drarry 001

Harry 002

Then Catra.... The partner in the Catradora ship, can't remember the name oops lol, Remus, James Potter, and Harry 😍

Asljflsk thanks for the ask hun! Here we go:

001 | Send me a ship (Drarry) and I will tell you:

When I started shipping it if I did: it’s a pretty funny story, actually. I’d started following some Wolfstar rec blogs to find new Wolfstar fics, and came across a rec post that had some Drarry fics in it as well. I read the reccer’s rambles about the fics almost mockingly, thinking to myself, anyone who actually liked that ship must be mad. And then one of the recs was something along the lines of “Smut. Smuuuuuuuuuuuuut. SO much fucking smut and so messed up but SO good omfg” and I, being the horny bastard I am, was like... You know what. Fuck this. I’m gonna read this. I’m gonna read it and I’m gonna hate it but at least I’ll have a laugh at how gross it is............... Next thing I knew I was sending it to my girlfriend like “WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS THE BEST THING I’VE READ IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. What the fuck. OTP.” This was in 2017. I haven’t looked back since 😂 (The fic in question)

My thoughts: no thoughts head empty only angsty bois having a messed up enemies-to-lovers relationship with tons of angst and hurt/comfort and eventual fluff when they finally open up to one another!!!!!!!

What makes me happy about them: the fact that they’ve both witnessed the worst the other is capable of. There’s something so poetic about that, and I love that it means they don’t really have anything to hide from one another. I love every way in which they come together in fic, whether slow and hesitant and tender or messy and explosive, because there’s just so much between them that it’s almost a physical pull toward the other. I love that they’re inevitable.

What makes me sad about them: honestly? Nothing, unless a fic hits one of my squicks or triggers. I’m glad they could never end up together in canon because I like knowing no one is going to ruin my OTP for me XD 

Things done in fanfic that annoy me: when they date other people while they work out their feelings for the other, and also when an attempt to write them as a bickering couple ends up with them genuinely not standing the other :/

Things I look for in fanfic: pining, hurt/comfort, coming together, UST, opening up... and, honestly, so many more things that the list would be endless 😂 I feel like my Owlpost wishlist is the most complete compilation of my Drarry likes and dislikes I’ve ever made!

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Draco with Astoria, and Harry with... no one, honestly XD

My happily ever after for them: What Turn by Saras_girl has going on 😍

Who is the big spoon/little spoon: they switch when they’re awake, but Harry’s the big spoon at night 😁

What is their favourite non-sexual activity: baking, hate-watching TV shows and complaining about them for hours, Quidditch, and going on random trips together on impulse!

002 |  Give me a character (Harry) and I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: I identify with him a lot, although I have to say he drove me crazy in canon more than once; I much, MUCH prefer his fanon version, which is why I can write fanfic about him lol

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Draco, Ron, Charlie

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Luna, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Blaise

My unpopular opinion about this character: he would hate being an Auror. 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish the epilogue didn’t exist. I feel like it ruined his character in canon for me tbh

My OTP: DRARRY FTW!!!!

My cross over ship: *shrug*

A headcanon fact: him being a Parselmouth didn’t have anything to do with Voldemort; he was just funky like that XD

003 | send me 5 characters and I will rank them in order of preference

(Adora. Catra’s girlfriend is Adora XD)

THIS IS SO RUDE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 but I’ll be honest: I would choose She-Ra canon over HP canon a thousand times over 😂 so:

1. Catra

2. Adora

3. Harry Potter

4. Remus Lupin

5. James Potter

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Episode 003 - The Black Family Tree is Braided

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Episode 003 is here! We talk about the Marauders in the rest of Philosopher’s Stone, the origins of the Marauders Map and the Black Family Tree!

with fics from @loganaa-fic, @museinabsentia, @majorkey, @letsdothepanic and @atyd-wolfstar fest mentions for @hpdaddyfest, @hpdrizzle, @wolfstargames, @wolfstar-bigbang and some exciting competitions by @yumenouveau and @art-of-ame

As always, links to everything we mention are in the show notes on Anchor!

Let us know what you think!

[hillnerd]

Would you do 002 for Remadora and 003 for Tonks?

REMADORA  002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when or if I started shipping it- I started shipping it after the 5th book came out and I found this great fic called ‘Shifts’ by Fernwithy. It just made sense and then when it turned out canon I was very happy :)

my thoughts: I love these two characters so much, and love the ship- I just don’t like how JKR executed in in 6th and 7th book. We saw none of the ‘happy couple together’ parts of their relationship- and frankly Remus being a pooner to Tonks for two books made me mad. Like, we could have some angst in book 6- didn’t need the angst and character assassination (Tonks getting nerfed, Remus being a pooner- both getting murdered offpage) 

What makes me happy about them: I love the dynamic of ‘semi-stuffy professor type with enthusiastic unconforming gal’ - Very Jo March and Professor Baer, which I love. I just imagine the two of them having so much fun together because they share a sense of humor, she brings out the light in him, and he helps her realize her depths more clearly.

What makes me sad about them: their deaths! And the angst

things done in fanfic that annoys me: I’m usually just happy to find Remadora :) I guess my big ones are 1) He’s only w/ her bc Sirius is dead 2) the Tonks bashing that takes place sometimes- where it’s supposedly remadora- but it’s really just angry wolfstar? Like- I’m of the mind that Wolfstar had its time when they were young- but things fell apart (otherwise why would Sir suspect Remus. Like I can see them being cute and young- but then Remus gets afraid of intimacy w/ Sir after ‘the prank’- is slowly withdrawing- and then by the time they’re 20 he doesn’t know how to be intimate with Sirius at all)

things I look for in fanfic: The two of them having fun. It being a relationship that isn’t just angst

My kinks: Cute mission flirting stuff during Order, restrained flirting, passionate love, Him knowing who she is no matter HOW she’s transformed

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Remus/Sirius Tonks/Charlie 

My happily ever after for them: That they lived through the final Battle. I read a WONDERFUL fic where Teddy brought them back- and it’s super well written and a perfect work around

TONKS    003 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character: I love her. The second she came into book 5 I immediately was drawn to her. I love her plucky attitude, how adorable she is, how friendly, but that it contrasts with the punky attire and her being a certified badarse

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I only actively ship Remadora

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Tonks & Charlie, and Tonks & Sirius

My unpopular opinion about this character: I’m not sure I have one. 

One thing I wish  had happened with this character in canon: she lived

my het ship: Remadora

my fem/slash ship: I guess Tonks/Fleur could be cute- never have shipped it 

my OTP: remadora

my OT3: golly, I can’t think of one.

my cross over ship: Why not- Um… Dr Maturin from Master & Commander :P IDK

my kink: Tonks having lots of ear piercings

a head cannon fact: She and Charlie were besties in school, she bi/pan

my gender bend: Male Tonks is basically the exact same. I’ve always seen Tonks as not quite fitting into the gender (or sexual) binary very firmly.

[owlsinathens]

For the ask Robb Stark and Harry Potter (but the fandom not the character lol)

Hi nonnie, thanks for the ask!

001 - Send me a fandom and I will tell you:

• favourite character

Sirius Black. Poor man has been done dirty by fate (and Dumbledore)

• least favourite character

Umbridge (isn't she just about everyone's least fave?) and Zacharias Smith.

• 5 favourite ships (canon or non-canon)

canon: Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny (books only!), Remus/Tonks, Luna/Rolf Scamander

non-canon: Draco/Harry, Sirius/Remus, Ginny/Blaise, Dumbledore/Grindelwald, Dean/Seamus, Ginny/Pansy

• character I find most attractive

Sirius 😁 oh and Bill Weasley (as I imagined him from the books)

• character I would marry

Ron! He's funny and loyal and comfortable. Could see it :)

• character I would be best friends with

Hmmm probably someone like Susan Bones! And I'd try my hardest to befriend the Weasley twins

• a random thought

My headcast for Snape had been Alan Rickman from the first time I read Snape's description in the first book. I was over the moon when they cast him ❤️

• an unpopular opinions

I think Narcissa and Lucius both love Draco more than anything. I don't think he's had a terrible childhood.

• my canon OTP

I don't think I really have a canon OTP. There are ships I like, but nothing outstanding.

• my non-canon OTP

Drarry and Wolfstar. Both are perfection

• most badass character

Neville Ultraslayer. He was extra badass from the start, and I'm saying this completely unironic.

Minerva McGonagall. Nuff said.

• most epic villain

so many villains... but most epic to me is Bellatrix, and as much as I prefer the books over the movies, I have to say it was Helena Bonham Carter who made Bellatrix epic.

• pairing i'm not a fan of

Harry/Cho - good lord what was he thinking 🙈

• character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another)

Ron 😭😭😭 They robbed him of his best moments and lines, and instead of being one of the MVPs he's pretty much reduced to a comedic relief sidekick.

GINNY. I CANT EVEN.

• favourite friendship

Luna & everyone. The scene when they are at her home and discover the paintings of them with the word FRIENDS is always touching, no matter how often I read it

• character I most identify with

Marcus Belby (don't ask 😂)

• character I wish I could be

Angelina Johnson! Pretty, clever, sporty, popular, married to a Weasley twin. What's not to like :)

003 - Give me a character and I will tell you:

• How I feel about this character

Ah, of course I love him. The tag on AO3 'Robb Stark is a gift' is so true. He's a sweet boy, an absolutely brilliant strategist, and he would've made a fantastic longterm lord or king.

• Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character

Jeyne from the books. I am so fucking sure they could've totally made something of it, if they would've had the chance. Robb is the sweetest - how could anyone not love him?

Jon... there's just something about them that's intriguing.

Theon ofc. Idiots to bigger idiots to lovers is a perfect fit for them.

And in fic I love setting Robb up with Asha/Yara. Oh, she'd show him some things 😁

• My favourite non-romantic relationship for this character

Robb and Jon. I love how their relationship is portrayed in both books and series. Babies 😭❤️

• My unpopular opinion about this character

Robb didn't feel as much for Theon as Theon for him *ducks*

• One thing I wish would happen/have happened with this character in canon

I wish the show would've kept the Jeyne storyline. It made so much more sense for Robb's character to act out of honour when he broke the pact with the Freys, not because he's lusting after some snappy girl he hardly knows.

And of fucking course I wish he would've lived 😭😭😭

• favourite friendship for this character

Robb and Theon AGAIN! But ofc also Robb and Jon.

• my crossover ship

pesky crossovers... no crossovers :)

[slriusblck]

PROMPT 003- PART ONE

A song that describes your muse: Renegades- X Ambassadors

“Run away with me. Lost souls in revelry. Running wild and running free.”

A song you drew inspiration from whilst writing your application: Warriors- Imagine Dragons

“In youth, you’d lay awake at night and scheme. Of all the things that you would change, but it was just a dream.” 

A song that fits a BROTP/OTP for your character: Alone Together- Fall Out Boy (Sirius and James) 

“I don’t know where you’re going but do you got room for one more troubled soul? I don’t know where I’m going, but I don’t think I’m coming home.” 

A song that fits a relationship (past or current) for your muse: BITE - Troye Sivan (Wolfstar)

“So kiss me on the mouth and set me free. But, please don’t bite.” 

A song that describes the future you have in mind for them: Dog Days Are Over- Florence + The Machine

“Leave all your love and your longing behind. You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive. The dog days are over.” 

A song that describes their family life or a familial bond they have: Boys Will Be Boys- Benny

“Boys will be boys, that’s the way that this thing goes. When mothers lose their sons and their fathers watch them go.”

A song that expresses their goals or ambitions: Victorious - Panic! At The Disco

“All my friends were glorious. Tonight we are victorious.” 

A song that shows their feelings about the war: This Is War- Thirty Seconds to Mars

“It’s the moment of truth and the moment to lie. The moment to live and the moment to die. The moment to fight. The moment to fight. To fight, to fight, to fight.” 

A song from an artist you draw a lot of inspiration from whilst writing: If I Believe You- The 1975

“If I’m lost, then how can I find myself?” 

A song that describes their moral alignment: Trouble- The New Respects

“I’ve tried living life right. Don’t know if I want to do it anymore, no. Because I’ve lived a pretty good life, but trouble keepings knocking at my front door.” 

PART TWO

A song that makes your muse want to dance: Rock and Roll- Led Zeppelin

“It's been a long time since I rock and rolled. It's been a long time since I did the Stroll. Oh let me get it back let me get it back.”

A song that makes them (want to) cry or makes them sad: Bridge Over Troubled Water- Simon and Garfunkel

“I’ll take your part, oh, when darkness comes. And pain is all around. Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down.”

A song that relates to a bad memory: The Chain- Fleetwood Mac

“And if you don’t love me now, you will never love me again. I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain. 

A song that relates to a good memory: The Boys Are Back in Town- Thin Lizzy

“Guess who just got back today? Them wild-eyed boys that had been away. Haven’t changed that much to say. 

A song that would be their anthem in a battle: T.N.T- AC/DC

“Cause I’m T.N.T. I’m dynamite. T.N.T. and I’ll win the fight. T.N.T. I’m a power load. T.N.T. watch me explode.”

A song they would work-out to: Eye of the Tiger- Survivor

“So many times it happens too fast. You trade your passion for glory. Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past. You must fight just to keep them alive”

A song people wouldn’t necessarily expect your muse to enjoy: Dust in the Wind- Kansas

“Now, don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky. It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy. Dust in the wind”

A song your muse liked while they were younger: Born to be Wild- Steppenwolf

“Get your motor runnin’. Head out on the highway. Lookin' for adventure. And whatever comes our way”

A song that inspires your muse: Won’t Get Fooled Again- The Who

“We’ll be fighting in the streets, with our children at our feet, and the morals that they worship will be gone.” 

A song that your muse hates: Hey Jude- The Beatles

“Hey Jude, don’t let me down. You have found her, now go and get here. Let it out and let it in, Hey Jude. Remember to let her into your heart. 

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Plot 003: Amor Ordinem Nescit

General

Location: Mostly Wizarding and Muggle London, Fall/Winter of 1980

Status: Open

Genre: Angst, Romance, Harry Potter Verse (Marauders Era)

Inspiration: Harry Potter, the Wolfstar tag

Warning: This plot will include smut and possibly gore, 18+ only

Characters

Sirius Black

20 years old

Face Claim Ideas: Miles McMillian, Avan Jogia

Remus Lupin

20 years old

Face Claim Ideas: Mathew Hitt, Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Plot

Remus and Sirius have always been close. Sure, Sirius had James to lean on and run off into trouble with, the boys were like a pair of over excited children; but there was something quieter about Remus’ all knowing smile and dry sarcasm, and Sirius found himself drawn to Moony for intellectual stimulation and to James for fun. This rhythm was in full swing by the time graduation eventually rolled around. Suddenly they were adults blinking dazedly at this very bright, terrifying adult world. The war was only just stirring then - a ripple on the horizon, barely perceptible - but as two years passed with sluggish evenings and youthful endeavors, the marauders were all surprised to learn that along the way they had slipped into their big-boy boots.

Remus, Sirius, James, and Peter had all moved in together following graduation, but then James started talking about wedding bells, and he was out the door with Lily on his arm, while Peter had always muttered about following in the family banking business and moved on under the weight of their expectations. Remus and Sirius have fallen almost too easily into a domestic routine, the pair as comfortable together as best friends, brothers, and sometimes lovers are. Their physical relationship is something fragile, and words of affection are never spoken: it is a game based on need and availability, pure and simple, and feelings are not involved.

But with the war growing more dangerous by the day, with friends and family teetering on the edge of danger and darkness, Remus and Sirius find themselves questioning the merits of playing pretend.

This plot is based around a slow-burn growing relationship between Remus and Sirius. It’s a discovery of emotion rather than eroticism, although there’s plenty of that. It looks at the difference between love/sex and the difference between having sex with someone you love as opposed to a stranger

I’d rather play Remus but can be talked into Sirius for the right Remus characterization

FCs are negotiable, I’d love to hear your ideas

Some credit for this plot goes to honeybeerps. She has since deactivated. I have tinkered with the wording to make it my own, but some of the words are still Honey’s and I want to give her credit

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003 - THE LIGHT OF FREEDOM ON MY FACE - “enchanted!”

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Wolfstar!Daughter!Reader

ENCHANTED MASTERLIST!

By no means do I support R*wling’s biased views! This profile is meant to be a safe space promoting escapism <3

TW: none ( although, please feel free to message me if you believe i missed some!! )

THE FLYING CAR BEGAN ITS DESCENT, and soon enough, you were able to catch a glimpse of a dark patchwork of fields and clumps of trees.

“We’re a little way outside the village,” says George. “Ottery St. Catchpole.”

The edge of the brilliant red sun was now gleaming through the trees, its radiance, Harry found, reflected your own as you grinned at the familiar sight of the Weasleys’ residence.

“Touchdown!” said Fred as, with a slight bump, you landed — a tumbledown garage in a small yard to your right, Harry looking out for the first time at Ron's house.

In all truthfulness, it was run-down, for lack of better term. The structure appeared unreliable at best, as though originally a large stone pigpen, but renovated to fit extra rooms and reach several stories high. It had been so crooked, staggering like the lightning-shaped scar on your friend’s forehead; however, like the mark etching his skin, magic had built and kept it ebbed stubbornly along the grassy surface.

Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign was stuck in the ground near the entrance reading, ‘THE BURROW’. Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard.

“It's not much,” said Ron, rubbing a self-conscious hand along his forearm. He looked around the wooden walls of his home in uncertainty, just as he had when you first came over — a subconscious sign of his insecurity.

“It’s brilliant,” Harry was quick to react happily, thinking of Number 4 Privet Drive and the horrors he associated with its pale, perfected walls.

“It’s nothing short of wonderful,” you followed, smiling at the three brothers, meeting their silent gazes. As you exited the vehicle, the sun’s warm rays cast upon you, moving silently as your shadows crept towards the door.

“Now, we'll go upstairs really quietly,” said Fred, throwing a cautious glance at his surroundings, “and wait for Mum to call us for breakfast.”

He turns to face you and his younger brother, “Then, you lot come bounding downstairs, Ron going, ‘Mum, look who turned up in the night!’ and she'll be all pleased to see you and Harry, and no one needs ever know we flew the car.”

You raised an unimpressed brow at their careless grins. There were so many ways this could go wrong. . . for them. But you were never one for wiping off the twins’ smiles, no matter how stupidly aggravating their cheshire grins could be.

“Right,” agreed Ron, nodding his head in full agreement. He doesn’t give you a second glance as you go, guiding Bowie atop your shoulder. “You know your way to Ginny’s room, I’m sure. Now come on, Harry, I sleep at the top—”

Harry found it odd how his friend simply stopped, going a nasty green in complexion. Meanwhile, you exuded the opposite reaction, grinning goofily and waving madly, gaze set out the kitchen window. His eyes followed yours, blowing wide as he spotted Mrs. Wesley marching across the yard. Chickens scattered, Bowie took cover behind your hair, and for a short, plump, kind-faced woman, Harry found it remarkable how much she looked like a saber-toothed tiger.

“Ah,” muttered Fred.

“Oh, dear,” mumbled George.

“‘Ello, Molly!” you exclaimed shamelessly as Ron gulped. He appeared close to tears, you mused. How funny.

All of the above were telltale signs of the trouble you five were undoubtedly in, and if Harry had known any better, he would have taken off running and not looked back. But he didn’t, a stupid decision on his part, if Bowie were to say so himself. Mrs. Weasley came to a halt before the lot of you, her hands on her hips, staring from one guilty face to the next (then there was you, a smile peeking through her tough exterior for a brief moment). She was wearing a flowered apron with a wand sticking out of her pocket.

“Morning, Mum,” said George, grinning in what he believed to be a jaunty, award-winning means while you and Fred withheld a snigger.

“Where have you been?”

“Have you any idea how worried I've been?” said Mrs. Weasley in a deadly whisper.

“Sorry, Mum, but see, we had to—”

All three of Mrs. Weasley’s children towered over her, yet simultaneously, they cowered as her rage befell them.

“Beds empty! No note! Car gone — could have crashed — out of my mind with worry — did you care? — never, as long as I’ve lived — you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy —”

“Perfect Percy,” muttered Fred bitterly.

“YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY’S BOOK!” yelled Mrs. Weasley, prodding a finger in Fred’s chest as her voice rose an octave higher. At that, even you flinched, taken aback. “You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job —”

“They were starving him, Mum!” You were unsure how you felt about your friend speaking up. But you were all for liberation, so, nonetheless of your conflict, you internally cheered him on. “They put bars on his window!”

“Well, you best hope I don’t put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley.”

You loved Molly, you really did. But she had the ill temper of a mad dragon, burning fierce and easily triggered. You consider yourself lucky to be receiving special treatment from the woman — saving you the need to fear being on the wrong end of her fury.

It seemed to go on for hours. You had attempted to ease the boys of her full attention a good few times, although Mrs. Weasley had no intention of cutting her lecture short, shouting herself hoarse before she turned on the pair of you.

While Harry backed away on impulse, Bowie returned to the comforts of your pocket. Godric knows how greatly he fears the woman.

“Oh, darlings!” she beams, her deep frown fixing into a welcoming grin, “How wonderful it is to see you both! Come in and have some breakfast!”

You needn’t hear any further invitation before joining the family for a meal.

Long story short, life at The Burrow had been all but ordinary. Every day, you woke to the sound of small explosions from Fred and George’s room — having to comfort Bowie each waking moment —, and every night, you were kept up by the incessant racket of the ghoul in the attic. The howling creature was a pitiful thing. But your patience could only take so much, wearing thinner every time it had interrupted you and Bowie’s beauty sleep.

With summer coming to an end, it wasn’t long before you heard from Hogwarts again. It had been a sunny morning about a week after you had been welcomed into the Weasley residence. You were at the kitchen table, seated by Ginny Weasley (she always looked forward to your company, eagerly offering to trade all her brothers to gain you as a sister) when you heard the boys thundering down for breakfast.

You feigned ignorance as the younger girl stiffened up beside you, taken by amusement with how she fawned over Harry and the oh-so-holy grounds he walked on. You saw her pupils dilate into cartoon hearts, you swore. And as one would in a cartoon, her admiration blinded her from all else — including her bowl of porridge, until she knocked it to the ground with a loud clatter.

You sent Bowie a silencing look as he chittered merrily, poking fun at the mortified Ginny whose face glowed like the setting sun. Meanwhile, Harry, pretending he hadn’t noticed such interactions, sat down and took the toast Mrs Weasley had offered him.

“Letters from school,” uttered Mr Wesley, passing you identical envelopes of yellow parchment, addressed in green ink. “Dumbledore already knows you’re here, [Y/N], Harry — doesn’t miss a trick, that man. You’ve got them too,” he added as the twins ambled in, their hair askew, still in their pajamas.

For a few minutes, there was silence as you all read your letters. It was the usual, come to King’s Cross on September the first, the need for school supplies, and finally, there was a list of the new books you would need for the coming year.

‘Second-year students will require:

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk

Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart

Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart

Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart

Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart

Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart’

It was ghastly.

The man was one your father had spoken endlessly about, and not in the best sense. Upon every glimpse of his books the pair of you had encountered, his jaw would tick and he would give a subtle eye roll — one only you were trained well enough to see. He would go on about how Lockhart had gone to school with him, and how the Ravenclaw was most undeserving of his affiliations with the good house and his recent fame.

He was a freeloader, a credit-grabber. He would ask Remus to tutor him, and idiotically enough, he was able to provide the younger boy with the answers to his assignments, and all he would do was rephrase and reconstruct the wording. It was quite brilliant, yes, but it irked Remus to this day.

With that in mind, you couldn’t contain the grimace at the sight of that list. There was no way you would support his career by purchasing his books. No way in the seven bloody rings of hell.

Bowie, sensing your displeasure, was quick to attack the ink along the parchment, crossing every trace of Gilderoy’s name until it was but messy scrawls along ruined parchment. He made sure to keep the rest of it intact, however, that thoughtful beanpole.

Meanwhile, Fred, who took quite longer to finish reading his list, went to peer over at yours, eyes widening as he caught sight of the shredded patches. He instead turns to Harry’s. “You’ve been told to get all Lockhart’s books, too!” he said. “The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan – bet it’s a witch.”

At this point, Fred caught his mother’s eye and quickly busied himself with the marmalade.

“Or perhaps a fool. . .” you lowly muttered to yourself, wincing as you caught sight of Mrs Weasley’s tattered book displayed on one of the countertops. You’d momentarily forgotten you were in the company of a die-hard fan. And a fierce one, at that.

“That lot won’t come cheap,” said George, with a quick look at his parents. “Lockhart’s books are really expensive. . .”

“Well, we’ll manage,” said Mrs Weasley, but she looked worried. “I expect we’ll be able to pick up a lot of Ginny’s things secondhand.”

Just then, Percy walked back in. He was already dressed, his Hogwarts prefect badge pinned to his knitted top.

“Morning, all,” said Percy briskly. “Lovely day.”

It was a wonder how he got up and ready for the day so early in the morning. You may have awoken earlier than him, but you were by no means ready to start the day. Your hair was quite a mess, and you were still in your knitted sweater and comfy pajamas. Most often, you would be able to start your day early. But today was not one of those days. Rather, any day at The Burrow was not one of those days.

He sat down in the only remaining chair but lept up again almost immediately, pulling from underneath him a molting, grey feather duster – at least, that was what the pair of you (Bowie and yourself. . . plus Harry) thought it was until you saw that it was breathing.

“Errol!” said Ron, taking the limp owl from Percy and extracting a letter from under its wing. “Finally – he’s got Hermione’s answer. I wrote to her saying we were going to try and rescue you from the Dursleys.”

He carried Errol to a perch by the back door and tried to stand him on it, but Errol flopped straight off again so you cringed as the thud echoed loudly in the silence, and despite Bowie’s defiance, you went to pick the poor creature up and balance it on its two left feet. The bloody creature had no sense of balance left — well, if it had any to begin with. Laying him on the draining board, you overheard Ron muttering, “Pathetic,” in much dismay.

Meanwhile, from over by the dining area, Harry admired your care for the rugged creature. He couldn’t contain the small smile that erupted his expression, admiring the gentleness of your gaze despite telling the poor creature off.

Whilst he paid attention to you, Ron made haste, ripping open Hermione’s letter, its contents spilling out, and read her long-awaited message aloud:

Dear Ron, [Y/N], and Harry if you’re there,

I hope everything went all right and that Harry is OK and that you both didn’t do anything illegal to get him out, [Y/N], Ron, because that would get Harry into trouble, too. You both know how often [Y/N] gets injured, especially on the ventures that lack my assistance.

The majority, if not all your days as a first-year (that was an exaggeration, but it certainly felt like it) were spent wallowing (healing) on the second bed of the dull, cramped, sullen hospital wing. (Okay, that was yet again an exaggeration. It was clean and spacious enough, and well-kept, and Madam Pomfrey ensured it to remain as such. But by Godric’s beard, did it get tiring — its four walls became your home at some point or another. But at least, the madam was a good gossip, keeping you entertained during your stays.)

There was that one time a troll had knocked you against the bathroom wall, that “so-so” injury you sustained during that one quidditch match (“A broken arm is by no means mediocre, Ms. Black-Lupin!” you could hear Minnie’s yells echoing from a distant memory), those boils you’d gained from that one Potions class, that one encounter with Lord Volde— You cringed at the growing list.

Nonetheless, I’ve been really worried, and if Harry is all right, will you please let me know at once, but perhaps it would be better if you used a different owl, might I suggest Hermes, or perhaps Hedwig, because I think another delivery might finish this one off.

I’m very busy with schoolwork, of course – “How can she be?” said Ron in horror. “We’re on holiday!” – and we’re going to London next Wednesday to buy my new books. Why don’t we meet in Diagon Alley?

Let me know what’s happening as soon as you can, love from Hermione.

“Well, that fits in nicely, we can go and get all your things then, too,” said Mrs Weasley, starting to clear the table. “What’re you all up to today?”

Mrs Weasley woke the lot of you bright and early the following Wednesday. After a quick half-a-dozen eggs and bacon sandwich, you pulled on your coats and Molly took a flowerpot off the kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside.

“We’re running low, Arthur,” she sighed. “We’ll have to buy some more today. . . ah, well, guests first! After you, [Y/N], dear! Your father must be expecting you.”

And indeed he was. The pair of you had been exchanging letters almost daily throughout your stay at the Weasleys and agreed to meet at the Leaky Cauldron before heading off to buy your supplies. While some notes exchanged your plans for today’s awaited reunion, others contained sweet nothings and greetings, and others bore more pressing matters, such as your father’s well-being after the previous full moon.

Poor Moony had to deal with its aftermaths on his own this time around. . . You could only hope that your friends (the little critters that resided in the forest and those that took permanent residence in your room) were enough company to bring him some semblance of comfort while you and Bowie were away.

“I’ll meet you lot at Flourish and Blotts, yeah?” you turned to your friends for a moment, ignoring the puzzled gaze of Harry as Mrs Weasley offered you the flowerpot. You only smiled as he blinked in confusion, taking a pinch of glittering powder from the clay pot, stepping up to the fire, and casting the powder into the flames. You only faintly heard him ask about the wonders of the Floo network when a large emerald flame swallowed you whole upon exclaiming, “Diagon Alley!” and vanishing.

Remus had been looking forward to this day from the moment he waved you goodbye. It had been a quiet two weeks without your company, and he knew that it would be an even lengthier rest of the year with you off at Hogwarts.

There was something in his gut telling him that this year would be much unlike the last. Not in the sense that he would never see you again, but that. . . his yearning for you, his only daughter, would be strengthened twice fold. That something peculiar, even beyond Lord Voldemort’s reappearance the previous year, would occur.

Thus, he wished to make the most of the little time you had left before the school year began and planned to make it as memorable — if not more — than the last.

If only your (other) father were here to help him with that. After all, despite everything that went wrong, it was undeniable that Sirius Black loved his daughter endlessly. Once, the man compared it (his love) to the galaxy. Infinite and unmistakably immense. Neverending.

Your father always said he “loved you all the way from the moon, and to Saturn.” Always, he would say he loved you even more than that, but, like Saturn’s rings, his love for you orbited his entire world. It was his entire world.

But then again, if that truly was the case, why did he leave? Why did he betray their friends? Although, Remus always made sure to leave that bit out of your bedtime tales.

Every night, as you grew up, unlike most parents who read their kids fairy tales and books, he would recount the stories that consumed his youth. He would recall his days at Hogwarts, the escapades that filled the four marauders’ nights, and the laughter that filled their halls by day.

As much as he despised the love of his life for betraying you both as he did, for depriving your childhood of any sense of normalcy, he couldn’t bear to tell you such a thing. That your father, who claimed to love you so, had left you behind to serve the dark lord. That in his madness, he got himself sentenced to life in Azkaban, never to be seen again. Or so he could only hope.

His secrecy did little to shield you from the rest of the world, however. It was inevitable that you learn of what happened (or what was said to have happened), just as it was inevitable to recognize the fear, pity, and distaste in some passerby’s eyes. But you were strong. You did not let that deter you, if not for your own sake, then for your father’s, who worked tirelessly to provide for you both.

Remus, righteous as he was, was always too ashamed to take anything from the Black family vault, nor from Sirius’s own savings (which contained more than enough, mind you). Although, he did allow himself to use some of the latter to send you to school. He at least owed you that.

The rest, however, and all that you both spent as you walked the cobblestone path of Diagon Alley, he took from his own pocket. He enjoyed spending — so long as it meant seeing those light blue streaks highlight your head of hair.

He grinned as you shared a cup of butterbeer brittles from Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour, (though, thanks to his familiarity with the owner, received it with a discount), sniggered as you nearly tripped, having stepped on a cracked stone, and hid a scowl as you joyously greeted one of the subjects of a pile of your letters home from the previous year.

Cedric Diggory knew not what he did to receive a strained handshake from your father, but he shook it off with a nervous smile as you waved him goodbye.

Striding down the rest of Diagonal Alley with an occasional smile, wink, and wave (you were quite popular amongst your peers, you learned the previous year), you caught a glimpse of a shop or two that caught your fancy. There was Ollivander’s Wand Shop, where you’d received your wand (the old man noted it a peculiarity, albeit you hadn’t a clue why), then there was Quality Quidditch Supplies, where you made your rounds, though exited with nothing.

Finally, you reached Flourish and Blotts, where you were immediately tackled into a hug.

Hermione Granger, hair bushy as ever, had weaved through the crowd to greet you after a summer away from one another. You missed each other greatly, yes, but you seem to have underestimated just how much.

“Oh, [Y/N], how I missed you!” Exhibit A.

“‘Mione, oh, love of my life! You haven’t a clue how I missed you! In fact, the parchments of my notebook are drowning in inked sonnets of just how much!” Exhibit B.

“You’re exaggerating,” she hid a grin behind a shake of her head.

“Oh, but I’m really not,” you blinked innocently in reply. Indeed, you really weren’t.

In your trunk was a notebook filled with little things you had noticed about your best friend — how her eyes set alight when she reached certain parts of her books, how she straightened in her seat and furrowed her brows upon a particularly page-turning plot twist. You noticed it all, and being the poet daughter of a Black and Remus Lupin, you turned these simple moments into words, etching them along the pages of your notebook, and on occasion, annotating them by particularly relevant lines of your books.

Truth be told, there was once a time you mistook your affections for her to be beyond platonic. You thought, at some point or another, that Hermione Granger would be the person you would love silently for the rest of your life. But of course, you were only twelve. What could you have known about love?

Not far later, you traded those faux butterflies with the realization and contentment of a sister. That was what you were to Hermione Granger, and what you learned, she truly was to you.

That didn’t stop you from admiring the beauty in her simplicity, however. Rather, you carried on, albeit, now also noticing the others that composed her background. You would smile wider upon Blaise and Theo’s bickering, giggle (though you despised the word) more heartily at the tickle of Bowie’s movements, and drown in grief, albeit momentarily, as professors spoke of your likeness to your fathers, once believing you to be out of earshot.

But that was nothing. You would shrug it off after a moment or two.

Like then, you went on with the remainder of the day. After a short reunion with your friends, Blaise and Theo, as well as a mini meet-and-greet with your father’s favorite schoolmate (he wished to strangle the man in his place), you ran into a bit of trouble with your not-so-distant relatives, the Malfoys.

Lucius was pretentious as ever, taunting Arthur Weasley and your father for their blood and financial status, while his spawn, Draco, was unbearable as the previous year. He, like his father, simply had to taunt Harry with every waking moment, and in doing so, only managed to piss off the rest of his company, and in particular, a temperamental metamorphmagus.

In later retellings and biographies of your life, some would state that it was accidental magic on your part that dropped a particularly heavy book atop Malfoy Senior’s head. Meanwhile, others would say you knew exactly what you were doing, and performed some degree of wandless magic or that you had simply thrown it with your fantastic, Quidditch Chaser aim.

You couldn’t be bothered to correct any of them.

It wasn’t long before dusk made its return, the sun slowly setting to signify the day’s end. Exchanging brief promises of “see you later”s and meetings at the train, you eventually parted ways, gripping your father’s hand as you headed in the direction you first came.

It wasn’t long before you disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind a proud set of twins, a starstruck Ginny, a content Ron and Hermione, and a wistful Harry.

The boy was smiling to himself again, staring at the grounds you once stood. It was a strange, dopey-looking smile that left Hermione amusedly rolling her eyes at her friend.

“A sickle for your thoughts?” she asked him, breaking him out of his [Y/N]-induced daze.

“What?” he could only stammer in response, blinking up at Hermione in confusion.

“I see the way you look at her, Harry,” Her tone was almost teasing as she smiled at him. “Don’t worry though. You have plenty of time to win her over.”

“I’m sure of it.”

He couldn’t be bothered to deny her insinuations. After all, it was useless to argue against Hermione — she wasn’t even wrong to begin with. She never was.

Harry took comfort in her words. She was right. He had more than enough time to win over your affections. It couldn’t be that difficult — if Cedric Diggory and Oliver Wood could do it within a year, why couldn’t he? And he had seven!

What could possibly prevent two best friends from becoming more than that?

Meanwhile, as night came upon London, a young boy of the name Edmund Pevensie, gazed out his windowsill in contemplation.

Earlier that day, he had overheard his parents speaking of sending him, alongside his four siblings to a family friend — some professor, if he remembers correctly. He recalls his mother fretting, expressing her worries about the four of them, when they heard a distant creek along the wood of the floor.

They retreated into their room, and somehow, Edmund couldn’t make out a sound.

The rest of the night, he was left to worry, silently and to himself, of whatever was to await them in the coming days.

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Remus Lupin

oh hell yesssss lov that wolf man

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character:

I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Sirius, obviously? Uhhhh I guess I don’t really mind him with Tonks in fic but JK didn’t handle it well imo... just pls don’t ship him with Harry I am Tired

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

BrOTP, you mean? I really love the friendship in Marauders era fic tbh, I like when people write Peter as like... a well rounded character, who wasn’t always irredeemably awful? Idk. The Marauders. Love them.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

As much as I understand the low self esteem thing and feeling like he’d just make things worse, he really didn’t try to find Harry once in twelve years? Not even once did he try to find his best friend’s kid? Really? Fuck off, JKR. My boy Remus would’ve at least made the attempt, even if he couldn’t find him or do anything about his situation. At least a throwaway line about how he looks somewhat familiar but Harry’s not sure why?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Uhhhhh I guess I just answered this, but also, Wolfstar raising Harry!

My OTP:

Wolfstar!

My OT3:

I don’t... really have one I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯