#young remus telling lyall he's a boy not a girl

[enbysiriusblack]

lyall: but women can do things men cant. women can have babies

young remus: but I'd rather have a moustache than a baby

[atlasdoe]

I have been thinking many thoughts about the love of my life Hope Lupin so here’s a little piece of my brain surrounding her

also for context this is part of my cannon-compliant series where Hope and Lyall separated and Hope got together with Paris who is Dorcas Meadowes mother making Dorcas and Remus step siblings (Dorcas and Remus also have an older sibling each. Dorcas has an older sister called Dawn and Remus has an older brother called Romulus)

I imagine this happened around the Prank just after Hope was a little rude to Poppy because she’s jealous of how Poppy is able to take care of Remus Once Poppy had left, Paris turned to Hope, her voice was firm as she spoke. “Hope, that was rude. She’s one of the biggest factors for Remus’ health. She should be praised not dismissed!”

Hopes face didn’t change. She paced up and down the room with her arms crossed. “I don’t care what she's done. She can’t talk about my boy as if he’s hers. I won’t allow it.”

“She’s not taking him away,” Paris argued. “I know that you sometimes get insecure-”

“Insecure?”

“Yes, Hope. You get insecure over the fact that you’re new to this world. But it’s no excuse to treat Poppy like that. You wouldn’t treat a Muggle doctor like that.”

“A Muggle doctor wouldn’t treat my son as if he’s her own,” Hope said, taking a break from her pacing as tears formed in her eyes. “A Muggle doctor wouldn’t see my son more than I do.”

Paris sighed at the sight. Her face dropped slightly, her eyes becoming softer. It was a look that she often got when the subject of the wizarding world came into play.

Hope had read many fantasy books when she was a young girl. She had selves upon selves of different worlds and being and adventures that she could explore at the tip of her finger. When she would speak to her friends about books they would speak of how jealous they were of the characters that got to live in those worlds. They wished that they were Dorothy or Alice or Wendy. They wanted to be taken on their own journeys and live in those nonsense worlds. 

Hope didn’t.  She didn’t want to be the main character of any of those stories because each of those characters all had one thing in common and that was the act that they were new to the world.

Dorothy, Alice and Wendy had never stepped foot in Oz, Wonderland or Neverland before the first chapter had begun. They were finding everything out as the reader was and throughout their time in the made-up worlds, their oddness and lack of familiarity were known by every other character in the books. Hope never wanted to be the odd one out. She didn’t want Peter Pan to take her somewhere she had never been before. If she was going to have magic in her life she wanted it from birth. She wanted to be one of the lucky few that got to know things that others didn’t. She didn’t want to be the fish out of water.

When Lyall told her about the Wizarding World her heart sank. So there was a secret world; she just was never part of it.

When Hope asked Lyall about what would happen if they were to ever break up he was honest.

“He said that he would have to erase my memory! So not only am I not fully a part of this fantasy but my involvement in it all together is limited to who I’m dating!” she ranted to Paris mere hours after Lyall had confessed.

Paris watched as Hope paced, sipping her cup of tea quietly. “Well considering your first reaction to this was to tell me everything I wouldn’t be trusting you to keep any of that secret either.”

Hope rolled her eyes, “Well I had to tell you, he should’ve known that,” she said. “If we ever do breakup then I’ll let him know that he’ll have to erase your memory too. I’m not letting you remember all of this while I’ll forget.”

Paris’ face went funny as she slowly lowered her mug. “Yeah… That won’t be necessary,” she said in a shaky voice. 

Hope stopped. “What do you mean?”

“Remember how I told you that Lyall and I went to school together?”

“Yes,” Hope answered, feeling her heart rate pick up as Paris spoke.

Paris let out a shaky laugh. “It wasn’t exactly a normal school.”

And that’s how Hope found out that not only was her best friend also magic and keeping secrets from her but that there was an entire school filled with witches and wizards. It was how Hope found out that unknowingly coming across someone from this world wasn’t as uncommon as she thought it might’ve been. 

“No. I don’t believe you. There is no way that the woman who works in the chippy is a witch!”

“She is!” Paris laughed. “She was three years above me and Lyall in school.”

“Were all of your school friends wizards?”

Paris nodded. “Every wizard in the UK and Ireland go to the same school pretty much. It’s called Hogwarts.”

Hope, who at this point in the conversation was now sat down, rested her chin in her palms. “So every wizard in Wales, England, Scotland, Northan Ireland and the Republic of Ireland all went to the same school?” 

“Yep. It’s in Scotland.”

Hope sighed. “That sounds fucking awful.”

Paris laughed. “You have no idea.”

Hope lowered her arms and folded them into herself. “Is magic genetic?” she asked.

Paris shrugged. “Depends. It’s pretty political but there are certain types of blood you can be,” she said, making quotation marks with her hands as she said types of blood. “But in general the answer is yes. Though Muggles can give birth to wizards and wizards can give birth to Muggles, or Squibs. That’s what we call people who don't have magic when their relatives do.”

Hope listened to all of this carefully. “What’s the possibility of mine and Lyall’s children being magic?”

“Pretty big,” Paris told her. “More likely than them not being magic I reckon.”

“Will they-” she hesitated. “If we do have kids and we then break up. Will they be taken away from me? Will my memory still get wiped?”

“No,” Paris answered immediately. “Once you have kids with magic that's it, you're in for life.”

“Oh,” Hope replied dryly. “Is that all?”

When she allowed herself to look back at Paris she was wearing that look on her face for the first time ever. “Hope it’s just luck. It has nothing to do with anything else. And besides,” she took her hand from across the table, “If you and Lyall do break up, I won’t let him obliviate you. You’re important to me and that’s enough.”

There was no doubt in Hope's mind that Paris was telling the truth, yet Hope could never let herself feel comfortable in the Wizarding World. While Paris and Lyall freely started using magic in front of her Hope realised that they didn’t quite know how to live without their wands in their hands. Neither of them even knew how to use basic cleaning supplies, and every time Hope had insisted on doing things the normal way they had laughed with amusement and told her that magic was much easier.

Easier it might be; but Hope refused to allow herself to become reliant on it. Magic would always be in their lives, but one simple spell could take it away from her forever. 

Luckily, the time for Hope to be obliviated never came. Only two months later Lyall proposed and Hope accepted with the added news that she was pregnant. Nine months after that and they had Romulus, then Remus came seven years later on their ten-month wedding anniversary. By this point, Paris had married Dominick and Dawn and Dorcas had also been born. All four of the children showed early signs of magic and sixteen years later Hope still couldn’t figure out if she was happy about it or not.

“Hope,” Paris breathed, taking her hand and leading her into the seat next to her, “This has nothing to do with you. If you were a witch you wouldn’t be any closer to understanding this. Look at Lyall; Look at me. We both grew up with magic and yet we were prejudiced against werewolves. None of us are above Poppy’s help, but we’re trying our hardest and we’re all loving him and taking care of him the best way that we can. That’s all Remus and Romulus and Dawn and Dorcas need from us. No different to any Muggle parents.”

Hope sighed. “I know. I just feel so helpless sometimes. They keep going places where I can’t follow them and now it’s getting in the way of protecting them.” 

“Hope…”

“I’ve never been able to protect them. Children are supposed to think of their mothers as magic. They’re supposed to think that our kisses really make their injuries better and that we can find anything that they lose in a heartbeat. But I’m so obviously normal to them. After the moons, it's Lyall who heals Remus while all I can do is just watch and wait until I can hold him without hurting him any worse.”

Paris squeezed her hand, “I know it's hard.” 

“I can’t even see the school that they go to. I don’t know what Quidditch is or how hard certain spells are or anything. Their teachers see them more than I do, they’re all going to marry wizards and have wizarding careers and I will always be just… this.”

Paris’ voice was firm. “Hope you are the best mother I have ever known. You don’t understand this world as much as the rest of us but the boys know that and yet Romulus will still invite you to every one of his Quidditch games even if you don’t understand the rules.”

“Remus spends the full moons with his friends-”

“Remus comes straight home afterwards and lets Lyall go over any injuries and lets you smother him until he can’t breathe. That’s just as important.” When Hope rolled her eyes slightly (lovingly) Paris pulled her in closer, until their faces were inches apart. “We are surrounded by wizards every day, that’s normal for us. But you? You manage to do everything we can do and more without a stick in your hand. You don’t have magic, you are magic. That’s why we’re all so attached to you.” 

Hope curled her lips as Paris talked. “You’re such a sap,” she teased. “But you're right. I’ll apologise to Poppy in a bit I just need a moment.”

Paris’ smile was soft. “Take as long as you need. We have all the time in the world.”

[fruitcoops]

Hey so this is random but could you do Jules seeing the pictures along with Hope and Lyall

Yes, I can! This is combined with the person who asked for Lily’s POV as well. Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for forced outing

Hope didn’t even register her mixing bowl shattering on the ground until the batter hit her bare ankle. The Facebook message was stark white, but those pictures…those pictures were dark, and yet so unmistakably clear.

Sirius was pale in the streetlight, a besotted smile at the edges of his lips as he kissed the other man in the car.

No, not the other man.

There was a besotted smile at the edges of Sirius Black’s lips as he kissed Remus. Remus Lupin, her son. His tawny hair stuck up on one side, as if he had taken his hat off mere moments before.

And they were kissing on the lips.

“Hope?” Lyall’s voice broke through her daze and she was suddenly aware of the small wheezing noises she was making. “Hope, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? I heard something break—”

She shook her head and grabbed his sleeve, pulling him over without a word; she pressed the phone into his hand and broke down sobbing into his shirt. Hope could pinpoint the exact moment he realized what those were—a shuddering breath rippled through him and he wrapped an arm around her back.

“Oh my god.”

“It’s Remus.” Her voice broke. “Our Remus.”

“Who took these?”

She shook her head silently.

“Mom? Dad? What’s wrong?” Jules sounded terrified. “Why are you crying?”

“Oh, baby.” Hope stepped over the shards of broken glass and enveloped him in a tight hug, placing a hard kiss to the top of his head. “It’s Remus, honey, something happened.”

“Is he hurt? Why is everyone crying?” His eyes were shiny when he stepped back and Hope swiped her thumbs over his cheeks.

“No, he’s not hurt.” How do we explain this? She glanced over at Lyall, who was still staring down at the screen in shock. “Julian, Remus is dating Sirius Black.”

Jules blinked. “Oh. Is that—is that a bad thing? Because you’ve always said it’s okay for two boys or two girls—”

“Oh, honey, no, it’s fine.” Another sob caught in her throat as she rubbed his shoulders. “But you know some people have a problem with that, right? And—and one of those people found out and took some pictures of them together and posted them on the internet.”

The glossy look returned to Jules’ eyes and he sniffled. “Why?”

Because assholes exist and they wanted to hurt my baby. “I don’t know, Jules. I wish I did, but I don’t.”

“Is Remus okay?”

“Probably not,” Lyall muttered, setting the phone on the counter face-down as he ran a hand down his face. Somewhere in the house, the landline was ringing off the hook. “We need to call him and make sure he knows we’re here for him.”

He vanished into the living room for a moment before returning with his cell phone and dialing Remus’ number. “Watch the glass,” Hope murmured as she guided Jules away from the broken pieces of her bowl. The batter had spread into a thin pool.

“Remus? Are you—” Lyall sighed. “Voicemail.”

“Leave a message, honey, he might be busy.”

Lyall waited until the beep before taking a deep breath. “Hey, Remus, it’s dad. Look, your mom and I just saw those pictures and we want you to know that this doesn’t change how much we love you.” His voice trembled for a moment. “Re, we are so proud of you no matter what. Please call us when you can. We’re worried.”

He sniffled as he ended the call and leaned back against the counter. Silently, Jules went over and hugged him around the waist. “It’s going to be okay, dad.”

“That’s my line, buddy,” Lyall laughed wetly as he ruffled his hair. Just as he looked over at Hope to continue, her phone rang, loud in the quiet kitchen; she walked over carefully and picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Hope Lupin?” a young woman asked. She sounded exhausted.

“It is, yes.”

“My name is Lily Evans. We met at the Lions Christmas party? I’m—I’m Remus’ friend.” She took a shaky breath on the other end of the line and Hope closed her eyes. “I got your number from him.”

“Yes, I think I remember you. Is it alright if I put you on speakerphone? My husband and son are here as well.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.”

Hope pressed the button and held it out for all of them to hear. “Lily, is Remus alright? We tried calling him and he didn’t pick up.” She swallowed around the lump in her throat. “We saw the pictures a few minutes ago and—and we’re very worried.”

“So you did see them. Okay.” There was a heavy sigh. “I’m at Remus’ place right now, actually. My boyfriend drove him home before going to see Sirius—”

“They’re not together?” Lyall asked.

“Sirius…” Lily faltered. “I wasn’t there when they found out, but James said Sirius left the airport when he saw.”

“He what?” Fury sparked in Hope’s chest. “He left my son in an airport?”

“Where is he?” Lyall demanded.

“Sirius or Remus?”

“Both. Either.” He scrubbed his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry for shouting. Is Remus safe?”

“He’s safe,” Lily confirmed. “I made him eat and shower and he’s sleeping right now.”

“That’s why he didn’t pick up his phone,” Hope murmured.

“He actually turned his phone off,” Lily said hesitantly. “He almost had a panic attack when I suggested giving you guys a call. I’m going to be honest, he’s really not doing well.”

Hope reached over and gripped Lyall’s hand. “Does he know that we love him?” Lily was quiet for a moment too long. “Lily, does he know that we still love him?”

“I don’t think he’s super rational right now,” she said at last. “From what he told me, he and Sirius have been keeping this a secret for—for several months.” Her voice became thick with unshed tears. “They didn’t tell anyone, except for the two or three who figured it out.”

“Did one of those people take the pictures?”

“No. No, they would never. The whole team has been tweeting their support nonstop.”

“Will you let us know when he wakes up?” Lyall asked quietly.

“Of course.” Lily paused. “Thank you for supporting him.”

“Thank you.” Hope smiled through her tears even though Lily couldn’t see her. “Thank you for being there for him. He’s lucky to have a friend like you.”

Lily laughed softly. “No, I think I’m the lucky one. Your son is one of the best people I know.”

“Take care, Lily, and thank you again for calling,” Lyall said as Hope covered her mouth.

“It was the least I could do.”

As soon as the call ended, Lyall reached out and pulled both her and Jules in for a tight hug. Hope was tempted to book tickets to Gryffindor immediately, but if Remus needed space from them she knew she had to respect that. Be safe, she thought with every fiber of her being. Be safe, and know that we love you.

[spiltscribbles]

I’ll Breathe You In, If You Hold Me Close

~Notes: This is an extremely late birthday FIC I wrote for one of the most talented fucking babes to ever write Wolfstar! And who gives me my pretty boy Remus fix!!! VICTORIA!!! You are such a kind fucking soul and so beyond lovely, and I’m so sorry if this is shit. I’ve been stuck on what to write you for weeks, but then I saw the other day that you vibe with Gallavich, so this is crack where it’s kinda that but also the Blacks are kinda the Bass family from Gossip Girl, and I am like extremely nervous that this is pure shit, but I hope it’s like tolerable enough for you to somewhat enjoy because you deserve so much loveliness!! And again I’m sorry if it sucks XS  Thank you to the ever gorgeous  babe  Kat who stayed up at midnight with me to brainstorm ideas flkjasoigjqowifjkljgdsfj You’re an angel babey!!!!*deep breath* Final apologies ya’ll

~*~

It’s a typical Tuesday afternoon, which means that Sirius is smoking a messily wrapped joint that James had just handed over and they’re playing a round of pool in the lounge of the Grimmauld, one of the numerous hotels owned by the Blacks. Fabian Prewett is about to break right when Sirius’s kid cousin  clammers inside, blotchy faced and crying. She’s always been so God damn  emotional.

“What’s going on kid?”

“It’s. It’s. Remus Lupin.”

Sirius just barely lets her finish the story  before he’s off after the punk.

.-

So the thing is that Sirius knows of Remus Lupin before ever actually speaking to him past placid  pleasantries exchanged in the halls or a party. Everyone knows everyone in the Upper East Side, knows all their dirty little  secrets and familial histories and underhanded dealings— which are usually one in the same. They all know each others  standing in this tentative hierarchy that paints the landscape of this Versace veneered bubble filled up with pasted smiles and empty eyes. The Lupins are the sort of folks that the Blacks make it a point to scoff at during soirees and the likes. The patriarch, Lyall, is as new money as they come, still stenches from the centuries of mediocrity that is his cornerstone. His wife turned scorned lover was a gorgeous young thing from an Eastern European  town in the Tallin outskirts who made her fortunes from smiling pretty on magazine covers and collecting a pile of ex husbands that it would turn any head from the sheer madness.  They are the e absolute antithesis of the Black family tree, which in turn has  branches stemming so far back that the history books can’t even encompass their grandness. They’ve been the crowning jewel of every commendable antiquity  for ten centuries on the low end, and have made their footprints of granger for all to marvel at, and Sirius is the incandescent scion from all their efforts. He knows who he is, knows what he represents. Knows that he’s literally been bread to be this beautiful and brilliant and bright. So it makes no sense why his gaze has always been magnetized to the sight of the Lupin kid.

He’s big caramel curls, and even bigger green eyes, and he spends most of his time at school ambling about with that strawberry blonde charity case that James is always sniffing around. He looks like a CW heartthrob, pretty and unassuming and shy. Sirius doesn’t like him, has punched the lights out anyone— mainly Pettigrew— who would snidely ask why he’s always got one eye on him if he supposedly does not, but they don’t know shit. He’s just interesting, peculiar, different.

In a grayscale world Lupin  seems to glow with vibrancy that shouldn’t be allowed. He smiles with an ingenuous air, and helps the younger years get around and studiously sticks to his mixers at parties even while most folks are cutting coke with their black cards and sniffing it off the sweaty stomach  of a easy going  girl from Princeton.

But none of that is actually interesting, actually matters. So what if sometimes while gazing at his profile, Sirius thinks  confidently that Lupin would probably taste as sweet as his very disposition. And so what if he occasionally wonders just how it would sound if he got Lupin’s quiet, raspy little voice to whimper out loud while Sirius was fucking into him? None of that matters, it’s not like he gives a fuck about the prick.

His intrigue towards Lupin means nothing in the world they inhabit.

.-

He finds him on the Met steps, book in hand while the strawberry blonde— Evans— is chatting amiably about some trite that Sirius doesn’t care enough to understand, Sirius’s flocked by James and Pettigrew and has got a leer on his face as he swaggers forwards.

“Lupy Lupin.”

His pretty eyes flicker upwards for a second before just sliding off of him and back to the copy of Tess of the D’Urbervilles in his lap. “What do you want Black.”

“For you to tell me why my baby cousin told me that you’re  toying around with her feelings Lupin,” he snarls back, he’s top dog of this town and its ocean of blue bloods, he’s not gonna let him forget it.

“Oh come off it,” Evans— glowering straight at him as if she isn’t a scholarship kid— rebukes. “Does Dora really need her brain dead, bastard of a cousin to fight her battles.”

Sirius bares his teeth at her, but it’s belied by James interjecting hurriedly to comment on how her hair looks   especially shiny today. She flips him off and goes back to eating her yogurt, nose wrinkled like they’re a pack of street rats infesting her picnic.

“I did nothing to Tonks Black, just told her kindly that she isn’t my type.” Lupin says breezily, standing up fully now and gesturing for Evans to follow suit.

Sirius steps forwards, properly irritated now. “You think your runt ass has any right to say that she isn’t good enough for you, the kid of a bimbo and drunkard.” Lupin’s pretty eyes flash at that, but he doesn’t betray his emotions, face staying unaffected, and tone as smooth and detached as ever.

“I rather prefer it if the person i’m fucking has a dick, sorry to break the news. But tell Tonks I’m flattered, and  i’m still willing to be a friend and help tutor her for the calculus exam we’ve got coming up.”

With that, in an air of nonchalance, he cuts right past them, a preening Evans at his heels and three confused looking boys in his wake.

And oh. He is something interesting indeed.

~*~

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[casualmaraudering]

Do you have any hcs on Lyall and Hope? I’d love to know what your personal characterization of them is.

Hope comes from a very big family - she has three sisters and three brothers, and she's the youngest of the bunch. kind of chaotic with so many people at home, so she's been out and about the neighbourhood and the woods ever since she was little

Lyall has an older sister, but they're not really that friendly. they are friends, it's just usually they do their own thing without interacting much

they met when they were in their young teens and Lyall hated Hope at first

she was a bit of a troublemaker, she had a skateboard, she was bold and very much out there. Lyall was a quiet boy who very much kept to himself and he didn't appreciate the noise that came with her

ofc that didn't last long. sooner rather than later Lyall would look forward to that noisy girl driving on the pavement right below his window. and Hope loved to throw pebbles at his window just to annoy him

they started dating when Hope was 16 and Lyall 15, and they had Remus about a year, year and a half after that (shit happens, whoops)

Hope actually didn't know Lyall is a wizard until she was pregnant. he kind of panicked and whatnot. she took it well tho (and she took advantage of him having magic, of course. she came to really love that just a flick of a wand did the dishes)

despite being very young parents without much of a plan, Hope was very optimistic about the situation. they lived at Lyall's parents (Hope's family wasn't very happy about her having a baby without being married. they'd only get around when Remus is a couple years old) and yeah it was a bit cramped and a bit confusing, but they were happy together

Lyall took a job with the ministry, and Hope started studying magic theory. not something muggles would usually do, but she couldn't find anything better to do and she didn't just want to sit at home and take care of the baby

and she was quickly very brilliant and the theoretical aspect of magic. Lyall got her books, and was her lab rat in case she needed someone with magic to test her theories, but she was really good at understanding everything. she became very successful at spell creation and modification - kind of a private profession, people would come to her if they needed her services, you know the deal

they had a little secluded cabin in the woods. not that much space, but it was cosy. they had enough money to pay the bills, they weren't exactly Comfortable, but it's not like they cared. they had each other, and that was important

any money to spare, they'd put away for when Remus would be older

Lyall isn't really that good at expressing emotions. he's very much what boys were brought up to be - stern, quiet, doesn't know how to express positive feelings or love. He'd take care of Remus when Remus was a baby, yeah, but Remus would run to Hope first if needed a hug or cuddles or whatnot

but still, he's not a bad dad, he's doing his best ok. he sometimes took Remus to the ministry with him to show him around, and he was always the one to check for any monsters in the closet or under the bed. After the werewolf incident, Remus was afraid of the dark, so Lyall made him a little handmade magical lap (basically lumos in a little cute jar - & Remus added some glitter in there too)

and of course, no matter what, they both really love Remus, he's their pride and joy, despite any hardships

Hope got a motorbike from one of her siblings when Remus is around 5 years old. she loves tinkering with it, riding it (Remus and Lyall were both scared of it) - her dad is a mechanic so she loves cars and bikes. said bike will, one day, be given to a certain boyfriend of Rem's 🤔

Lyall was taught how to knit and sew by his mother and sister, so he's usually the one to fix or alter clothes. (and he'd make baby clothes for Remus sometimes, as a side project)

Hope and Remus are basically best friends. they live in the middle of nowhere so Remus has no one to talk to but his parents, so if he's not out in the woods, he'll be with his mum and dad. when it comes to Lyall, their little activity to do together is being in the woods and trying to catch fairies (usually frogs, but sometimes they'd spot some fun magical creatures)

Lyall is much more distressed about Remus going to Hogwarts than Hope is. the werewolf thing and whatnot, and he's worried Remus won't make friends, and also Remus is a part of their life and now the house will be so quiet and sad.

Remus sends them both letters, though. Hope answers for them both but Lyall keeps Rem's letters and rereads them a lot, especially during the fulls

and they're still quite young, so they also travel a bit when Remus is at school. ofc there's not much money to travel to exotic places, but even just taking hiking trips around the country, or walking through the woods

they buy a dog when Remus moves out. it's huge and white, it sheds like crazy, it barks a lot, but at least it helps a little with the void that is their son being an adult

(the next bit is more specific to my personal rem hcs - trans bi remus - so this is just free real estate for those who like that)

they don't really bat an eye when, after second year, Remus comes home with shorter hair - it's not quite down to his shoulders, but almost there. Remus very excitedly tells them about his friend, Lily who helped cut it. then he asks to be taken to the barber and get it cut shorter - "like a boy's". they don't mind either, it's just hair

Remus never grows his hair long again, and after he's back home before 4th year, he tells them everything. says he doesn't like his old name, that Remus is what he wants to be called, that he doesn't want the girls' uniform or the summer dresses.

Lyall is a bit confused at first - he slips sometimes, but he tries his best. and Hope smacks him if he happens to use the wrong name

Hope goes all out, ofc, she's just that kind of person. within a few weeks, Remus's name is officially changed, all of his clothes are replaced (most of his old ones, he gives to Lily). no matter what, she wants her boy to feel loved at home

Remus dates Lily in sixth year - Hope and Lyall can't be happier. they've both met her plenty of times, she's a lovely girl, would make an excellent daughter in law, all that. sometimes, before going to sleep, they'll jokingly talk about little ginger grandkids

in seventh year, though, Remus dates a boy. Sirius Black, who has long hair and dresses like a punk and has a tattoo and bulky combat boots. he's loud and brash and walks around with far too much confidence in his step

Lyall doesn't like him

and Hope adores him

Sirius, sooner than later, becomes a permanent addition to their little family. Remus makes it clear that they're together for the long run. Lyall doesn't like him any more than at first, but he tolerates him. Hope treats him as her second son, gives him her old bike, jokes about marriage to Remus any occasion she gets

there's plenty of times Hope and Lyall will sit in the lounge, or the kitchen, or talk before bed, and share their worries about Remus. there's just so many hardships for this boy. his identity, being a werewolf, and now dating another man. they sometimes wish there could be something to do to protect him from the world. whisk him away to their little cabin, where no one can hurt him again

but they can't do that. so they just try to be a steady support for him, no matter what he decides to do or who he is

also as much as Lyall doesn't like Sirius - he's enamoured when him and Remus have kids. Sirius has good genes, the babies are adorable with their bushy black hair and Remus freckles and stubborn little chubby faces. you can't not love them

[keepmeinthedark]

To The Top || A Marauders Band AU

Chapter Two: You Gotta Not

Read here on A03

So Lily Evans brought a big asset to the band?

Only if you consider Remus Lupin to be a big asset, which I do.

Did Lily introduce them?

In time.

What happened in the meantime?

Before Remus joined the band there was just James, Sirius, and Frank. They lived together in this house called Maxwells house. It belonged to these twins Fabian and Gideon and they opened it up to anyone who needed a home. 

And what was Remus doing? What were you doing?

I was in Germany at the time, Remus was at university. But he had been friends with Lily since they were young and even though he was staying in a student accommodation he wasn't too far away for their friendship to change in any way.

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Lily and Remus had spent New Year's Eve together. One of Remus' classmates held a party which they attended and stayed until the clock struck midnight. By the time they had made it back to his accommodation, it was three in the morning. They had both slept in Remus' bed without bothering to change their clothes or even take their make-up off, which then lead to one of the worst mornings in both of their lives.

It was eight in the morning when Remus's phone went off. He groaned when he saw his twin brother's name appear on the screen and held the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Re, where are you?"

"What do you mean?" he paused. "Am I supposed to be somewhere?"

He could practically feel Rom rolling his eyes. "You and Lily both promised Mum that you'd help with the fate. Remember? The fate? The one that Mum has been stressing over for weeks?"

Shit.

"Ohhh yeah, yeah I completely remember god who do you take me for? Yeah me and Lils are on our way now, well be like five minutes tops I promise." and with that, he quickly hung up.

Shit Shit Shit Shit.

"Lily come on, we have to go," Remus said quickly as he shook his best friend awake.

Lily only groaned as she lifted her head off the pillow, she watched Remus rush around the room to grab the makeup wipes and cleaned off the smudged eyeliner he still had on. 

Lily didn't wait for an explanation, she just got out of the bed and found her way towards the nearest hairbrush.  It wasn't until they were waiting for the bus that Lily had asked where they were going.

"My mum's thing, remember? We said we would help."

Lily didn't look like she remembered but she nodded anyway. 

 "How long do you think we'll be?" 

Remus shrugged, "No idea. Why? Got somewhere to be?"

Lily rolled her eyes, "Got a hangover to cure is more like it."

 They had gotten to the fate twenty minutes later and immediately regretted not faking a sickness to get out of it.

Hope Lupin was a powerhouse and an amazing mum, she was loving and caring, and gentle. But she was a single mum who had raised three boys and was in the middle of raising another, which made her incredibly scary when she was stressed.

"There you two are!" she exclaimed when she saw Remus and Lily making their way down the field where the fate was being held. "I was about to send Petunia off after you guys, honestly why are you so late?"

Remus panicked, "Headache," he said.

Hope placed her hands to her hips and raised an eyebrow, "Is headache code for a hangover?" 

They both nodded.

Hope sighed, "There's coke, bananas, and water in that tent over there. Go and tip half of the water out of a bottle, fill the rest with coke, drink that, and eat a banana. I don't have time for this." she told them, quickly adding, "Its a hangover remedy," after seeing their confused faces.

"Where was this remedy all the other times we've been hungover?" Lily asked, acting offended.

Hope shrugged, "You never asked." 

"Still could've been useful." 

"How am I supposed to know that you're hungover if you never tell me!?" Hope exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air and turning her back on them in order to do other things.

"You're Mum!" Remus yelled back. "You know everything!"

"Two minutes! Get a move on!" was all that Hope yelled back.

 As Hope had promised the flat coke and bananas had helped their hangovers but unfortunately didn't make them any more prepared for the long day ahead of them. Remus' parents had divorced three years ago when Lyall had admitted that he had fallen for someone else. Remus doubts that his parents have ever been in love. They had his older brother, Lycus when they were in their twenties and before they were married. They did get married not long after he was born and three years after that they had Romulus and Remus, the twins also weren't planned. Neither was Macca, Remus' younger brother who was only 2 years old at the time of the divorce. 

His father's new girlfriend didn't last very long and got intimidated by the fact that he had four sons. Romulus has always said that he was certain that there was no girl, to begin with, they had never met her and their dad wasn't exactly someone who had luck when it came to romance. Romulus swears that he made her up to use as an excuse to get a divorce. Lycus believes him. Remus doesn't. 

Hope and Lyall still remained close friends and the boys are allowed to stay with either one of them as much as they like, but they spend the majority of their time with Hope, or at least Lycus, Romulus, and Remus do. Macca, who is now five, spends Monday to Thursday with Hope and Friday to Sunday with Lyall in hopes that he will grow up to have a close relationship with both parents.

Remus had nothing against his father, he was a good dad and never failed to make Remus feel loved. But he wasn't yet out to his dad yet and wasn't sure if it would go well if he did come out to him. He likes to think that his dad would try to be supportive but still doesn't want anything to change between them. Not only that but he preferred his mum's cooking.

Lyall worked as a teacher for a primary school near where he lived and Hope owned her own florist in town but would always pop into the other shops there to see if they needed any help when she had the time, which is what led to her helping out with the local coffee shops fate in order to help raise money for cancer research. This wasn't the first time Hope had dragged her children out of their usual routines to stand in a field in the middle of winter and most certainly won't be the last. But they always came, Remus would never admit it but he quite enjoyed these things. Hope had always wanted to help with certain school and church events and Remus was proud to have a mum who was so loved in the community, even if she was scary when she got into her boss mode.

By the time Remus had finished their drinks and properly woke up, there was already a crowd of people going around each stall, Remus had seen Romulus surrounded by little kids. He called them over when he saw them.

"Remus! Lily! You two are captains get over here!"

"Oh bloody hell," Remus said under his breath, noticing the football that he had in his hands.

  Sirius felt like his figures were going to fall off. It was January 1st, who set up an outdoor event on January 1st.

They had only just got there and he already wanted to desperately go home, he didn't dream his parents irrelevant and leave his whole family behind at the age of 22 just to play in the freezing cold, but James had insisted that this would be worth it and he seemed so excited for every gig Sirius could never say no.

It was during their first set that Sirius had seen her.

She had been all that James had talked about since their gig at the pub on Christmas eve, he could recite her description by memory.

Dark red hair that reached her chest.

Emerald green eyes.

Plus size

A smile that glows.

Exactly a head smaller than James.

Two piercings in her ear lobe and one in her cartilage.

A tattoo of a small tattoo of a wolf behind her ear.

And she was wearing white Doc Martens.

Yep, that was her. It had to be, she ticked every box (apart from the tattoo as she was too far away for Sirius to get a proper look. But she looked like a girl that would have one.)

Sirius' heart leaped. James was going to be so excited, all he could talk about throughout Christmas was how much he regretted not asking for her Instagram. He had to tell him.

He was going to tell him.

He had it all planned. He was going to give James that smile that only James got, the one that said "I know something you don't know," James always got so excited at good news. 

Then he was going to ask James once more how Lily Evans looked, and James would go on a ramble, giving out as much information about this girl that he could remember. Then he would spin James around and point her out and knowing James he would probably scream. Sirius couldn't wait, he was a hopeless romantic after all.

As they went through each song he couldn't take his eyes off her, he had to make sure that he knew where she was when he told James. And he was going to tell him, he was certain of it.

That is, he was certain of it until he saw him.

Now that's a sight that he will never be able to get out of his head.

Short blond curly hair.

Tall.

Thin, yet still had a bit of muscle.

Crooked nose. 

Amber eyes.

And a large scar going across his face, from his right eye down through his nose and ending just before his lips.

God his lips!

As they played on Sirius began to notice more and more about this mystery boy. He seemed to be friendly with Lily, they were playing football with a group of kids and it was obvious that he was pretending to not be good for their sake. There was another boy with them who had similar features. Must be a brother, Sirius thought.

The boy was dressed in a Queen t-shirt, a white one with a long-sleeved black shirt underneath, and his jeans were ripped. He wore eyeliner, his nails were painted black and he had multiple rings on his figures.

Sirius had never been more turned on until he saw him take a five-minute break to smoke a cigarette.

Sirius could never date a smoker. James was enough trouble, Sirius had lost count on how many times he had told him that he ought to quit but he never listens. Smoking kills everyone knows this so why did some people think that by some miracle they could be the exception.

Sirius was about to give it all up then and there, make his eyes go back to following Lily around, or maybe even have his brain focus on what he was actually supposed to be going. But once the boy had put out his cigarette and rejoined the group of kids one of them had fallen over and hurt their knee. The boy crouched down to their level and talked to the boy until he laughed while Lily got a wet paper towel and a plaster.

Damit, Sirius thought. Why do guys with kids always have to be so damn attractive?

 For the rest of their set, the only thing Sirius could see was him.

He had forgotten all about Lily Evans until they had finished. When they had gotten off the stage James had been bouncing up and down. His smile was the widest he had ever seen it. 

"It's her," he said quickly.

"Whos her?" Frank asked, looking at the crowd confused.

"Her, her. That girl I met a the pub last week. She's here."

"Go talk to her then." And while you're at it get me her mate's number?

James began to pale, "I can't just go up and talk to her," he told them shaking his head. "What if she hates me?"

Frank raised an eyebrow, "Why would she hate you, I thought you hit it off?"

"We did!"

"So go talk to her!"

James looked at Lily and then back at Sirius and Frank. He had now started picking at his figure nails, slowly picking one off and throwing it onto the ground.

"What do I say?" He asked, desperately. 

Frank seemed very confident. "Mate, you've just played for the entire day she surly noticed that it was you at one point. She's probably begging for you to go and talk to her."

James looked confused, "Then why hasn't she come up to me?" His eyes suddenly widened. "What if she really isn't interested? I mean I know I didn't ask for her Snapchat or anything but she didn't ask for mine either!" he said in one breath. Sirius was sure he may faint if he thought anymore.

Both James and Sirius looked at Frank who rolled his eyes. "She's the girl. You're supposed to be the one to ask her out and make the first move. Most girls are scared to ask out guys cause guys suck." He said it as if it was the most obvious thing ever. "Just take a deep breath, channel your confidence, and swipe her off her feet. You've got this."

James took a breath and nodded before making his way towards Lily who was having a conversation with a much taller boy. He looked a bit like Sirius' mystery boy but older, taller, and with darker hair and no scar. Maybe another brother.

Sirius and Frank both watched James approached Lily in silence. They watched him ask to talk to her, Sirius didn't miss the smile that appeared across her face. Unfortunately said smile began to slowly disappear once James began talking and before anyone could realize that this was indeed a bad idea, Lily had slapped James across the face and had begun to walk in the other direction. 

James all but stomped back towards Sirius and Frank, his glasses had fallen to the tip of his nose and his face had gone nearly bright red, though Sirius couldn't tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. 

He mumbled a "Let's go" and grabbed all of his belongings before making his way towards the van. All Sirius and Frank could do was stare at each other in disbelief.

"This is why we don't leave him alone unsupervised," Sirius mumbled. 

[kitkat--writes]

{ The Child of Diagon Alley }

{ CHAPTER ONE : EARLY BIRDS }

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Warnings: None

Spoilers: None

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“What’s first on the list then, son?” Lyall put a hand on Remus’ shoulder as he peered down at the list in his son’s hands.

“Um, three sets of plain black work robes.” Remus read aloud.

His father nodded. “Madam Malkin’s does those best.”

He began to steer his family towards the shop when he felt his wife pull on his sleeve. “Are you sure, Ly? Can’t he have some of yours? I expect they’ll be expensive here…”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Hope, the boy deserves his own set of robes! Her prices aren’t ridiculous; I’m sure it will be fine.”

It was relatively quiet in Diagon Alley. The only sign of activity were the shopkeepers getting everything ready for the hustle and bustle of wizards and witches that were sure to arrive in about a week; most people were still on holiday or hadn’t really thought about school supplies yet. It would come later for them, but not for the Lupin family. They’d come early for two reasons: in hope of getting any offers there might be for early-birds and to avoid the madness of the entire population of Hogwarts swarming to buy everything on their lists. They hadn’t actually been in any shops yet, but from the near silence of the crooked street, it seemed their plan was going smoothly.

“Lyall,” Hope fretted, pulling her husband’s sleeve again as they reached the door of the shop. “Someone’s in there!”

Lyall glanced at his son, who didn’t seem overly worried – a little tense, but more curious than anything as he peered through the large glass window at the small girl stood on a stool as a short witch fussed around her. There was no one else in there.

Lyall sighed. “It’s one little girl – honestly Hope, you’re more worried than Remus is – maybe he’ll make a friend. Come on, we’re going in.” he decided firmly as he led the way into the shop.

Madam Malkin turned around and smiled at them as they walked in.

“Mr Lupin! I haven’t seen you around here for a while. What brings you back to us? Ah!” Her smile widened as she spotted Remus behind him. “Bringing the next of the Lupins, are we? Good, good.”

Lyall nodded and smiled in greeting, nudging Remus forward slightly. Hope hurriedly interjected.

“If you’re busy, miss,” she nodded to the girl stood on the stool with measuring tapes floating around her. “we can come back–”

“No, not at all!” Madam Malkin smiled. “I can do two at once; it’s not a problem.”

Remus hadn’t realised he was staring at the girl until he saw she was smiling at him. He managed to quickly smile back before focusing on his shoes. It was hard to tell with her on the stool, but he figured she was about his height, if only a little smaller. She had a lot of curly brown hair that seemed to hover around her face like a halo. Madam Malkin ushered him over to step onto another stool next to the girl, and he prayed he wouldn’t topple off and embarrass himself.

“How much are your robes, if you don’t mind me asking?” Hope enquired.

Before Madam Malkin could reply, Lyall’s head snapped up.

“Merlin, I left my wallet in the bar! Come on, Hope – Remus, hang on there, we’ll be back as soon as we can.” He dragged Hope out of the shop before she or Remus could argue and the two of them hurried down the cobbled street. Madam Malkin chuckled quietly.

She began taking Remus’ measurements, smiling kindly as she told him: “I expect you’ll be back for some more in a year’s time – I bet you’ll grow to be as tall as your father.” Remus gave her a small smile.

“I’ll be back with some more material,” she said to the two children before bustling away to the back of the shop. Remus wondered why she didn’t just summon some, but he didn’t ask, of course.

“Hello,” the girl said suddenly. She held out her hand past the floating tape measures and pieces of fabric. “I’m Dorcas. Dorcas Meadowes.” Remus decided he liked her smile as she beamed at him before shaking her hand.

“Remus. Remus Lupin,” he smiled back at her.

“You’re early, probably for the best, it gets awfully busy here when everyone is around,” she nodded wisely. “Were they your parents?”

Remus nodded. “They wanted to come early to avoid the rush. Are your parents here too?” He realised the girl had been alone in here since he arrived, apart from Madam Malkin.

She shook her head. “I don’t know where they are. I’ve never met them,” she stated calmly. “They left me in the Leaky Cauldron, or we think so. No one actually saw anyone or myself until I started crying on one of the bar tables. I’ve been here ever since.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Remus hoped he hadn’t upset her by asking. Goodness, he was awful at making friends. Well, in reality, he’d never really had any, and it looked like he’d be spending his life at Hogwarts much the same at this rate. To his relief, Dorcas simply shrugged.

“It’s alright, I never knew them. I don’t feel like you can properly miss something if you’ve never even had it,” She seemed very mature for someone so young, and reminded Remus a little of himself. “Besides, I get all the inside knowledge and best offers of Diagon Alley. I live at the Leaky Cauldron too, which is fun. Tom’s nice, as well, everyone is here.”

Remus nodded. He supposed the man at the bar that had let them through was Tom. He did seem very friendly.

“Hey, how would you like to come for ice cream with me at Florean’s after we’ve got our robes? It wouldn’t spoil lunch or anything – it’s only ten o’clock.” she added upon noting the hesitant look on Remus’ face.

He shuffled his feet awkwardly. “Erm, I’m not sure we have any spare money for ice cream,”

“Oh, that’s okay,” Dorcas brushed off the matter. “Florean’s very nice: we’re good friends. He always gives me free ice cream, so I’m sure he’ll give you some too.”

Remus perked up. “Okay then.” he grinned.

By the time his parents had returned, Madam Malkin had finished both their robes. Hope helped Remus fold his as Dorcas went to pay for hers. She whispered subtly to the witch as she handed over her coins.

“Madam Malkin, please could you give Remus a lower price and I’ll save up for the difference?”

Madam Malkin beamed at her; the girl’s boundless kindness never ceased to fill her with admiration. She nodded and winked at the small girl who smiled and hurried back to Remus. Before Lyall had even opened his wallet, he and his wife heard the tinkle of the bell and two sets of feet running out of the shop.

“Remus! Where is he going?” Hope looked flustered, even Lyall seemed nervous at his son’s sudden departure.

“Don’t worry, I heard them planning to go for ice cream. It’s only a few shops down from here, they’re not far away.” Madam Malkin reassured the fretting parents.

Hope nodded, a little less panicked. “Who was that girl, anyway?”

“That’s Dorcas Meadowes, Mrs Lupin.”

“I know that name.” Lyall’s brow creased as he searched his mind for where he recognised her name.

“You probably read about her in the papers, Mr Lupin,” Madam Malkin said as she wrapped Remus’ robes in brown paper to protect them. “A while ago now, but it was all the talk: baby left at the Leaky Cauldron, big search for the parents or whoever had left her there – they never found them…”

“Ah, of course,” Lyall nodded. “’The Child of Diagon Alley’ they called her, I believe.”

“Oh, how terrible for her.” Hope frowned.

Madam Malkin shrugged with a small smile. “I suppose, but it’s alright, really. She seems quite happy here, and we all take good care of her, especially Tom.”

“I’m sure you do,” Lyall smiled. “Thank you again, Madam Malkin, are you sure about the price? It seems quite low…” he trailed off as Hope elbowed him lightly.

“No, you caught my early-bird sale.” Madam Malkin smiled.

“Ah! I knew it was a good idea to come early.” Lyall nodded triumphantly as Hope thanked Madam Malkin and took Remus’ robes. The short witch waved as they left the shop and resolved not to remind Dorcas to pay the extra.

***

“Hello, Florean, how are you?”

The ice cream seller looked down over his till at the two small children smiling up at him.

“Hello there, Dorcas my dear! I’m very well, thank you. School shopping, are we? Who’s this?” he nodded at Remus, who was stood close beside her.

She nodded. “We’ve stopped for a refuel of ice cream. This is my friend, Remus,” Remus felt his heart warm at this comment. “I told him we should come here, as you have the best ice cream there is.”

“I certainly do,” Fortescue grinned proudly. “and any friend of yours, Dorky, is a friend of mine. I’ll give you two whatever you’d like for free!”

Remus’ smile widened and Dorcas nudged him as she whispered “Told you” with a smirk.

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[justtoarguewithyou]

9/28: New Beginnings

day 10 of @swottypotter comfort minifest. something completely different from me. i’ve had so much fun. thank you, @swottypotter!!!

Sirius stood outside Remus’ house with a boombox, playing Peter Gabriel’s “In Your Eyes.”

The first few times he’d played the song, he’d held the boombox over his head, like Lloyd Dobler in “Say Anything.” He and Remus had been to see that in the theatre three times that spring. Remus loved romantic comedies. Sirius loved Remus.

Sirius had put the boom box down, and sat on his longboard in the drive way instead, yelling at Remus to come out.

“Come on, Remus,” Sirius yelled. “I’ll stay here all night.”

Hope twitched open the living room curtains, and gave Sirius a small wave. Sirius was drinking from the bottle of water he’d brought in his backpack. He was trying to follow the shade as it shifted along the driveway. He’d been out there for 45 minutes. The song was starting for the 9th time.

Hope, who had started singing along under her breath, turned to her son. “Remus, I really think he would stay all night. I don’t see why your father and I should have to suffer through all that noise.”

She covered her burgeoning smile with her hand, and did her best to not sway along to the music. She loved Sirius, and all his grand gestures. It reminded her of her husband, Lyall, when they were young. And she loved her son. But she also knew her son could hold a grudge like no one else. She wasn’t proud that he had inherited that from her.

Remus stomped over to the couch and sat down with a huff.

“Remus!” Sirius yelled. “I gave you my heart! Please don’t give me a pen!”

Sirius had used his brother’s tape recorder held up to his own stereo to dub the song onto an old cassette single. With just this song on both sides, and no need to rewind, he could keep this up all night. Or at least, as long as his batteries lasted. He’d put in new ones, and packed extra, just in case. He also brought the power cord. Sirius had never been a Boy Scout. But he did believe in being prepared.

Lyall came to the window as the song ended. He gave Sirius a big wave. Sirius waved back.

“Hi, Lyall!” Sirius yelled, and then flipped the cassette over. He shrugged apologetically.

Lyall turned to Remus and said, “Tell me, son, what exactly did he do?”

Remus looked away from his parents and mumbled.

“Louder, dear,” his mother said.

“He came up behind me while I was working and grabbed me. I didn’t see him come in, and I wasn’t expecting it, so I screamed like a little girl in front of everyone. All the customers, and my boss,” Remus emphasized.

Remus was working at the mall that summer to help save up for his college expenses. Sirius’s Uncle Alphard was helping him pay for college, so Sirius was unemployed. He often loitered around the mall food court, waiting for Remus to take his breaks. He always had an Orange Julius ready for Remus’s lunch breaks.

“Did he apologize?” Hope asked, biting her lips together after asking the question, to keep from smiling. She knew she wouldn’t improve Remus’ mood by appearing amused.

Sirius answered as though he could hear her.

“I said I was sorry. Come on, Remus. It’s so hot out here…” Sirius lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat off forehead. Hope sighed. She remembered when Lyall had abs…

“It was undignified!” Remus pouted on the sofa, his arms crossed.

Lyall rolled his eyes, and went to the kitchen to pour Sirius a glass of cold lemonade. He walked it outside.

“I think you’re breaking him down,” Lyall said, and sat down on the driveway.

“Remus!” Lyall yelled. “Come on out!”

Sirius gave Lyall a high five, and the two of them laughed. Sirius gulped his lemonade, and put the empty glass down in the grass. Lyall usually took Sirius’s side, as he knew his son could be very stubborn. Lyall remembered what it was like to be on the receiving end of Hope’s stubbornness. He swayed along with the chorus.

“You’re both off to college soon,” Lyall said, pulling himself out of the song.

“Yeah. I’m really looking forward to it,” Sirius said.

Sirius had been accepted to the California Institute of the Arts to study animation. His uncle had also put him in touch with some friends at Pixar, a relatively new company that was getting into computer animation. Sirius was excited about the possibilities.

“It won’t be easy, being so far apart,” Lyall said, with a sneaking suspicion his son was upset about more than the incident at the mall. Remus was planning to study math at UC Berkeley.

“No,” Sirius said. “But, I know I want to be with Remus. And we can write, and I’ve already bought us some long-distance calling cards so we can call each other, and we can see each other on weekends and breaks. Alphard said he’d help me buy a car.”

“I’m just not sure a long-distance relationship…” Lyall began.

“Mr. Lupin,” Sirius said solemnly, holding his hand out to stop Lyall’s train of thought. “I love your son. I know your son. I know he’s in there pouting because I embarrassed him today. I know I’ll probably be in your driveway for another couple of hours unless Mrs. Lupin can talk him into forgiving me sooner.”

Lyall groaned. The concrete was very hard. But he had chosen to cross the battle lines.

“But,” Sirius continued, “there’s nowhere I’d rather be. I know you think we’re 18, and we’re idiots, and that I sound like a moron for saying Remus is my destiny. But he is. I know he is.”

Sirius shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Lyall. What else could he say?

Lyall sighed, thinking Sirius sounded very young. And he looked very young, Lyall thought, as Sirius sat there in his neon green board shorts, and old white tank top. Sirius had let his hair grow long, and Lyall thought he looked like a surfer more than ever.

Maybe when Remus has gone, and he and Hope had time for themselves again, he’d take up surfing, Lyall thought. He’d had abs once. He wondered how long it would take him to get them back. He was still a relatively young man. Not even 40! He’d just turned 37.

Even though he’d never let on, Lyall Lupin was a firm believer in young love. He and Hope had married shortly after high school graduation, even with the threat of the Draft looming over him, and had Remus 9 months after that. They were still so happy together. He loved his wife, he loved his son. He loved this doofus, sitting beside him in “the light, the heat.”

Inside, Hope sat on the much softer couch with her son.

“Is this just about what happened at work?” she asked knowingly, pushing her son’s hair out of his eyes.

“No,” Remus said, curling into her lap.

“What is it, then, baby?” she asked her only baby. Maybe she and Lyall would have another. She was only 36. It had been so hard when they were young, working in a canning factory. Then, she’d had Remus, and had stayed at home with him. They’d never had that much money. Lyall joined the Navy, and they ended up in California. But she loved her husband, and her son. She was excited about his going to college—the first of their family to go.

“What if we go away to college, and Sirius decides he wants to break up?” Remus asked. Hope sighed. “What if we grow apart? What if he meets some devastatingly handsome surfer person, or some artistic soul and decides that they have more in common, and he doesn’t want a nerd like me who loves poetry and math?”

“Well, my dear, my crystal ball is in the shop. But I can tell you that Sirius must love you an awful lot if he’s been sitting outside in the heat for this long.”

“I’m scared, mom.”

“I know, dear,” she rubbed his shoulder. “I can’t tell you what the future holds, but I can tell you not to be stubborn and make yourself miserable for no reason. Believe me, baby. It doesn’t make your life any easy to hurt before there’s any reason to.”

She smiled at her kiddo. Her smart, stubborn, grudge-holding kiddo.

“Ugh, I love you so much. Just like me. Go on. Take pity on Sirius and your father. Let’s go get a burrito down the street. I’m not cooking tonight. And then we can go to the beach for a while. Okay?”

“All right,” Remus sighed, and his mother squeezed him tight.

“It won’t be easy, but you’ll be ok. Look me and dad. We’ve lived through so much. College will be a piece of cake.”

Remus smiled, and got up smoothed his shorts, and wiped his eyes.

Remus opened the screen door, and looked sheepishly at Sirius, who jumped up the second Remus opened the door.

“Hi,” Sirius said, turning off the boom box, and tucking his hair behind his ears.

“Hi.” Remus said.

“Thank goodness,” Lyall said, pushing himself up, and smiling at his wife. He picked up the glass, and put it inside the door. Hope came out with her purse, and their beach bag packed with towels, and a blanket, and sun screen. She jingled the car keys at Lyall, handed him the keys.

Lyall smiled at her, and kissed her cheek. “Stubborn, just like his mother,” he whispered in her ear.

They got into the station wagon, and rolled down the windows, and waited.

“I’m sorry,” Sirius said, reaching out to hold Remus’s hand. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just knew you were about to get off work, and I was excited to see you.”

“I’m sorry, too. I’m just…”

“Hungry,” Lyall said from the driver’s seat. “Come on boys. Talk on the way.”

Sirius kissed Remus’s cheek, and Remus smiled at him.

They went to dinner, and laughed, and Hope and Lyall told stories about their being young and in love. Sirius smiled at Remus with all of his easy confidence, and Remus knew that he was a lot like his mom: patient and loving and strong.

“If you guys can make it through deployments, I think Remus and I can make it through a few semesters apart,” Sirius said, holding Remus’s hand under the table.

Lyall grinned at them. Dorks, the both of them.

They went to the beach after, and while the boys swam, Lyall pressed play on Sirius’s boom box, and the song started somewhere in the middle.

Lyall sang into Hope’s ear, and she giggled, as he grabbed her behind.

“In your eyes, the light, the heat, I am complete,” Lyall sang.

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royal raffoler. iv

sirius x royal! reader

notes: part four! i don’t know why, but I absolutely love writing about the boys’ relationship with euphemia. pretty sure it shows. happy reading! let me know what you think. xoxo

warnings: a swear

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“Books?”

“Check.”

“Clothes?”

“Check.”

“Wand?”

“Mum, I have everything,” y/n spoke, chuckling at her mother’s worrisome behavior. Princess Diana gave her a soft smile and nodded, understanding that she was indeed acting like a worrywart.

Y/n turned away from her mother and saw just how many people there were. She was absolutely overwhelmed. She hadn’t noticed just how many strange looks she was getting until now. She understood why people wereconfused; a young girl surrounded by members of royalty protection on platform 9 ¾ was a strange sight to see. She was pulled from her thoughts by her mother scolding her brothers.

“I’ve got to go sit down. Running through that brick wall has me famished,” Diana declared. Y/n chuckled and walked with her mother to a nearby bench. Every person who passed the duo would bow or curtsy or smile and as much as y/n was used to it, she thought that it would be different the moment she passed through the wall.

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While young children were scurrying around, scared to miss the train, James Potter and Sirius Black we’re content with arriving fashionably late. However, Euphemia Potter was not.

“If you two don’t pick up the pace,” she scolded the pair.

“Yes mother,” they spoke in unison. While Sirius’ tone was joking, James was genuinely scared to find out what would happen if they didn’t put some pep in their step. So, James elbowed Sirius in the side and nodded his head forward, signaling for the pair to walk faster. They caught up with Euphemia and stood on either side of her, locking arms with the older woman.

She smiled. “Good boys.”

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“We’re gonna miss you so much!” William dramatized, wrapping his sister in a comically large hug.

“Whatever will we do without our little Princess?” Harry joined in, wiping fake tears and joining in on the hug.

“Get off of me,” y/n chuckled. She was really going to miss those two, even though she wouldn’t admit it to them.

The train’s warning whistle blew, signaling for parents and children to say their goodbyes and get on with it.

Y/n turned to her family. It wasn’t until then that she realized she was actually doing it. She was going to Hogwarts. She absolutely dreamed of this as a little girl, but now that it was here, she didn’t know how to feel.

“I’m scared,” she whispered to her mother, wrapping her up in a tight hug.

“I know,” Princess Diana rubbed her back. “You’ll be fine. I believe in you.”

With that, y/n turned to her brothers, hugging both of them and saying goodbye. She turned and faced the train. Inhaling deeply, she picked up her trunk and made her way to the door, stopping once to smile and wave at the members of royalty protection.

This was it.

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James and Sirius, still in no rush to hop on the train, stopped to talk to Lyall and Hope Lupin. Remus was there as well, but the boys had decided that since he hadn’t written to the two boys much over the break, they would pretend he wasn’t.

“That’s very funny. I’m glad you haven’t lost your comedic spark over the summer,” Remus teased, rolling his eyes and turning away from the boys. Upon looking away from his friends and family, he locked eyes with someone he had only seen in pictures. She smile at him and kindly nodded. Remus did the same, waving sheepishly and watching as she entered the train.

Remus turned back around. “Holy shit!”

“Remus John Lupin,” his mother scolded him, turning to Euphemia who was giggling at the tall boy.

“That was Princess y/n,” Remus exclaimed amongst the group, ignoring his mother. Sirius and James turned to look at eachother.

“Not you too,” James groaned, causing Remus to cock an eyebrow at him.

“These two think there’s nothing special about Princess y/n attending Hogwarts this year,” Euphemia accused, shaking her head at Remus.

The whistle blew, signaling for them to hurry up. Remus grabbed his bags and kissed both his parents on the cheeks.

“Gits,” he muttered at the two boys, before walking off towards the train’s entrance. James smiled, grabbing his things and running off after him.

“Bye mum, love you!”

Sirius turned to Euphemia, kissing her cheek. “Thank you,” he uttered. Euphemia just smiled at him, shaking her head.

“Take care of yourself Sirius,” she pulled him into a tight hug.

“Will do,” Sirius grinned, pulling away and nodding at the Lupins. He grabbed his bags and went to run off towards the train, but bumped into someone.

“I’m sorr–” Sirius stopped upon looking up at who it was. Walburga Black. Sirius was stuck. He couldn’t move. He opened and closed his mouth several times, trying desperately to get himself out of the situation. She was staring down at him, not daring to break eye contact.

Just when Sirius was about to break down, James stepped in between the two. He glared daggers at Walburga, turning to Sirius and pulling him away by the arm. They walked in silence for a bit.

“You wanna talk about it?” James prodded.

Sirius just shook his head, sending a soft smile towards James.

“Let’s go find Moony.”

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Y/n walked down the aisle of the train, looking for a seat. She didn’t want to pry by asking to sit with someone, but she also didn’t want to seem snobbish by getting her own compartment. After making two trips back and forth down the aisle and failing to build up enough courage to ask, she opted out for the latter.

Y/n sat with her head against the window, staring out at the grass, for what felt like hours. She had just started to drift off when there was a knock at the compartment door. She jumped, before turning and seeing a girl with an apologetic look standing outside. Y/n motioned for her to come in.

“I promise I wasn’t trying to scare you,” the girl spoke. Y/n quickly dismissed this, telling her it was quite alright.

“If I would’ve fallen asleep, no one would’ve been able to wake me up,” y/n joked, causing the other girl in the room to chuckle.

Y/n stuck out her hand to greet the stranger. “I’m y/n.”

“I know,” the girl spoke, cringing once she processed what she said. It was now y/n’s turn chuckle.

“I’m supposed to inform you of how your sorting and everything’s going to work out. I’m Lily Evans.” Lily spoke, teaching her hand out and shaking y/n’s.

“Nice to meet you Lily,” the girls smiled at each other. Y/n couldn’t help but notice how pretty the girl was. She had red hair and green eyes. Y/n thought the colors looked well put together in her face. So she told her that.

“Oh, well thank you!” Lily blushed, before continuing to inform y/n of how her day would go. She was interrupted by the boy who had waved at y/n earlier knocking on the glass door. He tapped his wrist at Lily, signaling that it was time for something, before locking eyes with you. His face flushed and he sheepishly waved at her again. She giggled and waved back.

“Coming Remus. I’ll see you around, Princess Y/n,” Lily said, grabbing her books and exiting.

“You don’t have to–” Lily shut the door.

“Call me Princess,” y/n spoke to herself, leaning back in her seat.

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Upon arriving at Hogwarts, y/n was absolutely overwhelmed. By the castle, by the number of students, but most importantly by the fact that she had to stand in front of the whole school and be sorted.

When Lily told her this, she acted as if she was fine with it. But she was not fine with it in the slightest. Her stomach was doing somersaults. She was nervous out of her mind. She started to breath very heavily, stopping in the middle of the constantly moving children. She stood there, trying to calm down a little, when a hand touched her back.

“Er– hello Princess. I’ve been tol’ to escort yeh to the boats. Dumbledore’s orders,” the man spoke.

Y/n turned, expecting to come face to face with him, but instead was met with his belly. She looked up at him and instantly knew who he was.

“You must be Hagrid. I’ve heard lots about you,”. y/n smiled at him. Hagrid nodded bashfully.

“Follow me to the boats, Princess y/n,” he instructed, turning and walking off.

“You don’t have to call me Princess,” y/n spoke, before realizing he was too far out of earshot, and ran to catch up with him.

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“You’ll just follow me into the hall, and one by one I’ll call out your names– it’s nice of you to finally join us, Miss Windsor.”

“Sorry Professor Mcgonagall,” y/n blushed, looking down. Mcgonagall smiled at her and continued.

“As I was saying, one by one I’ll call out your names and place the sorting hat on your head. You will then be sorted and walk to your respected house’s table. Understand?” she quizzed, clearly not wanting to repeat herself. When she was met with a flourish of head nods, she turned and opened the double doors.

All the students that were already seated turned quiet. Y/n stayed looking at her feet. As they made it to the front of the room, her head was spinning. Dumbledore spoke for a minute, before moving back to his seat. However, y/n hadn’t heard a word. She hadn’t even thought about her house yet.

What house did she want? Margery was in Slytherin, so there was some reassurance in that. Mcgonagall was the head of Gryffindor, and she had always been nice to y/n. She didn’t know much about Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, but saw nothing wrong with them. She was startled when Mcgonagall called out the first name.

Y/n had never been so glad her last name started with a W. She wouldn’t have to go first, and there were also people after her, so she wouldn’t have to go last. As more and more students walked up the stool, the butterflies in y/n’s stomach became more aggressive. She thought they might fly right out of her mouth when all of the sudden...

“Y/n Windsor.”

The room stilled. Y/n looked to her left. A first year gave her a reassuring smile. Y/n smiled back, standing up straight and walking towards the stool. As she sat down, the sorting hat was set upon her head.

“Windsor, eh? A Princess, very kind and selfless. Humble as well. Intelligent and brave. What to do, what to do? I’ll say… HUFFLEPUFF.”

Y/n slumped her shoulders in relief, standing up and striding to the Hufflepuff table. She sat down, high fiving some of the people surrounding her.

Once the hall died down, y/n placed her head on her hand and smiled. She closed her eyes, allowing it all to sink in. She was finally at Hogwarts.

Upon opening her eyes, she was met with those of a boy at the Gryffindor table. He was very handsome, she noticed. She smiled at him, bringing her hand up to awkwardly wave. She could feel the embarrassment creeping up he’d neck and onto her cheeks. The boys smirked at her, shook his head in amusement, and turned back towards his friends.

She made a mental note to stop waving at people.

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☞ NAME: Remus Lupin. ☞ AGE: Nineteen (03.10.1960). ☞ BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood. ☞ HOUSE: Former Gryffindor. ☞ GENDER: Cis-male. ☞ FACECLAIM: Tom Webb.

+ THE STORY SO FAR +

As far back as Remus could remember, he had been taught to keep secrets. Don’t tell mummy’s frighteningly Welsh family that daddy can do magic. Don’t tell the muggle children in the neighborhood about the wizarding world. He was living two lives even as a child no bigger than four. It was around this time that everything changed, all at once. The small boy didn’t even remember it happening. He had been dreaming sweetly, awoken by the sounds of his mother’s cries and an intense pain he had never experienced before. The smell of tourmaline and the bright florescent lights of Saint Thomas hospital in Southwark surrounded him in a confusing haze.

The scars marring his body healed, but they didn’t disappear into his skin the way they always had before. They remained, though faint, a white imprint on his form forever, stretching and morphing with his growth over the years. The need to keep secrets grew stronger. The family of three moved from town to town, terrified of what might happen if anyone found out about the young boys condition. Despite the love his parents had for him, he was a lonely child. By the time he was ten, he had accepted the fact that it would be a rather lonely life indeed. When Albus Dumbledore showed up on their doorstep that year and convinced Lyall Lupin to allow his son to go to school, a happiness and freedom his sickly child had never known took over. Though once in school, the need to lie returned. Don’t tell anyone about your condition. Tell them your mother is ill and you visit her often. Lie, lie, lie. The three boys he shared a dorm with, however, were far too nosy and clever to fall for Remus’ musings.

They called him out, and for the first time in his life, Remus had given in. He had told the truth, no matter how petrified of the consequences. Naturally, as they would continue to do for years to come, they surprised him with their loyalty. For the first time in his life, Remus Lupin had friends - three people who he trusted and loved beyond his two parents. These were the people he considered on the insides of his walls; his parents, Albus Dumbledore and the Marauders. Over time, Lily Evans found her way in, being too clever for her own good and too close with Severus Snape to not know the truth. He allowed it because even when Snape tried time and again to convince her, she would always play dumb. Remus recognized this and thanked her for it. Once Remus loved, he did so deeply and unconditionally. He saw this as an asset in relation to James, but ultimately he couldn’t help but feel as though it were equally his greatest weakness. He avoided it - the loving - but once he felt it in any form, it wasn’t likely to go anywhere.

-  J U N E  1 9 7 9 -

When Dumbledore asked Remus to join the coalition he created known as The Order of the Phoenix, Remus answered unthinkingly. “Yes.” It felt like he was finally paying back a portion of what he owed Dumbledore. Though the old man disagreed heartily, Remus felt there was no one else more responsible for the happiness and love he acquired during his time at Hogwarts and he would do absolutely anything to satisfy his old professor. It was a loyalty that would never falter. Though there was some concern. Everyone in the organization would have to know the truth about him. He couldn’t keep secrets here for their success depended on their honesty with one another. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Remus would prepare himself to speak his darkest secret aloud to a room full of people he trusted simply because Dumbledore said he could.

←  C O N N E C T I O N S  → 

→ Marlene McKinnon

He called her Magnificent and she, ironically as ever, called him Classic. At the beginning of their sixth years, Remus trudged into a train compartment with never ending ink stuck to the bottom of his shoe. The only person taking up the space until that moment had been Marlene, who was suddenly and painfully fascinated by the nervous, babbling boy making a mess all over the carpets. She poked fun at him in a way that anyone else would think was casual conversation. But Remus knew from the moment she opened her mouth that she was quietly intelligent and dead clever. She reminded him of himself in an instant - soaked in undertones and, to someone as familiar with them as he, keeping secrets. He chose her that day, taking quiet pride in the fact that Marlene was the first person that didn’t force their way into his life, but he decided on his own he wanted to know. That was the beginning of a friendship that would tear them both apart. Due to a fateful prank between Sirius Black and Severus Snape that could have ruined everything Remus had worked so hard to obtain, he distanced himself from his closest friends and in that, grew closer to the Slytherin girl they all seemed very much against for no real reason other than her affiliation. There was a darkness in her that matched his own and it drew him to her in ways Remus wasn’t familiar with. They got too close to something he had forbidden himself from taking pleasure in, however, and he removed himself from her life like smoke, a tragic hero in his own mind (something she would blatantly disagree with, if he plucked up enough courage to ask). Remus is one of three people that knows why Marlene truly left Hogwarts in December of 1977. What he doesn’t understand is why she never came back.

← James Potter

It only took about a month and a half. When Remus first arrived at Hogwarts, he had just gotten through a full moon. He was tired, his bones ached, but he had a chest full of child-like hope that was overwhelming to him at the time. He confined himself to his dorm room. The three boys he shared it with came and went. He might show up to lunch and grab enough bread and fruit and cheese to get him through until the next day. It had been James Potter who stayed behind first. “I’ll catch up with you,” he’d heard him say to the others, a knot of nerves forming in Remus’ throat as he cowered behind the curtains of his four-poster. There was some rustling from the other side of the room followed by footsteps that undeniably led right up to the side of his bed. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists, but no words came. There was simply a clunk, retreating footsteps, and the click-clack of the door opening and closing. Tentatively, Remus peeked out over the side of his bed. A tray of food at been left on the floor in the spot he heard James stop. There was a hefty goblet of pumpkin juice with a heaping of meats and sweets. It was clear what James preferred to eat, looking at it. There was a note stuck to a piece of roast beef. Written in messy scrawl, he’d said, “I already found the kitchens. Show you if you want. - James Potter, your roommate (the expert flyer).” Remus woke up for breakfast the next morning and excitedly (though tentatively), called after the other three as they headed for the door. When they stopped abruptly and looked at him there was a mixture of confusion and disbelief from two, but a knowing, triumphant smile from one. When he said he wanted to come with them, a hopeful eyebrow that surprised Remus shot up James’ forehead. “Yea?” He asked and Remus, swallowing down the fear, nodded. He seldom skipped a meal after that. In truth, they were his favorite parts of the day.

→ Sirius Black

Remus was very good at reading people. He discovered this about himself very early on in his Hogwarts days. James was an open book. He wasn’t ashamed to feel or let his feelings be known. Peter was subtle, he preferred, like Remus, to keep to the background and observe his surroundings. Sirius, on the other hand, was a sea of emotion that he kept carefully concealed behind sarcastic quips and bouts of fire-like rage. It was in the twitch of his jaw, subtle tightening of grip, flash of eyes, or even in the way he held his shoulders. Remus could see the way Sirius fought his own demons. It was admirable because he knew of a similar fight within himself. Unlike him, however, Sirius never had to want in his youth. He had been brought up on certain stigmas and stereotypes that he struggled to fight early on. When they first discovered he was a werewolf, Remus could see clearly that Sirius pretended to be okay with it as a means to find more reasons to stand against his family. In truth, it was hard for him. He grew up thinking werewolves were scum. Now he was friends with one and though he tried, it stunted them a little bit. Remus had convinced himself things were better, Sirius had worked through his seeded discriminations, but a hateful prank pulled on Severus Snape in their sixth year changed his mind on that, and put a permanent dent in their friendship. Though Sirius apologized and Remus forgave, because he loved his friends and would likely always give them second chances, he couldn’t forget. And every month, he felt a familiar sense of anxiety creeping in; could he trust him? Should he not? He would because James asked him to. James was the glue that held them all together; seeing his friends with bountiful admiration, always.

→  Peter Pettigrew

Remus attached himself to Peter because they were both quiet. They kept to themselves when James and Sirius weren’t around, finding solitude in the silence like the other boys never could. Remus appreciated Peter’s quiet hilarity. He seemed timid, but truthfully he was observant. He wanted to be in the background. It had become clear to Remus in their fifth year when his animagus took the form of a rat. Peter was resourceful, clever, quiet down to his swift movements that seemed to allow him to glide through a crowd as if made of vapor. He was an important facilitator in most of the pranks James and Sirius came up with, managing to go unnoticed among a crowd of people if that’s what he wanted to happened. He got his way through being devious and sometimes, though fleeting and a thought he entirely kept to himself because of how James and Sirius might react, Remus wondered what kept his good friend from being a Slytherin.

REMUS LUPIN IS CURRENTLY CLOSED FOR APPLICATIONS.

[amotorcyleandchocolates]

wolfstar raising Harry

Requested by: @xobrandylion A/N: Since this one didn’t have anything extra specific, what I really wanted to do was a “through the years” type. But feel free to follow up with additional requests for it as well!

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Year 1: Remus and Sirius are devastated that their best friends are gone, but they’re fiercely protective of the baby. They bring him to their small flat that they own and sleep with one eye open as he stirs in his crib on side of their bed. Neither one of them is willing to let him be in another room for the tense fear of what could happen. The first time Remus is set to change into a werewolf he fidgets all week whenever Harry grabs at him. Sirius gets Molly and Arthur to take him for the night while Remus changes and Sirius watches him. It’s also the first time they’ve had to deal with it without James and in the morning, they sit together completely exhausted from the struggle. They cry in each other’s arms before steeling themselves and go pick up Harry. When Christmas comes, Sirius picks out a jumper with a reindeer on it and nearly cries as he sees Harry’s delight at the animal form his father once took. Remus keeps trying to feed him chocolate and Sirius swats it away because he insists it’s bad for him.

Year 2: On Harry’s second birthday, the entire Order packs into Sirius and Remus’s tiny flat to wish the child a happy birthday. He’s given gifts of quidditch memorabilia from his parents’ favorite teams and everyone brings all the photos they can find of James and Lily. Remus puts them all together into a photo album for when Harry is older and bakes a delicate chocolate cake with Sirius’s help. Sirius gets Harry his first leather jacket and Remus rolls his eyes as Sirius insists they get photos of their matching jackets while on his motorcycle. Harry gets into all sorts of trouble as he walks around their flat now and it exasperates Remus to no end. One night Harry gets a hold of Sirius’s wand and it begins a chase through the house while Remus struggles to get it back. Sirius laughs his ass off and finally becomes a help by changing into his animagus form, distracting Harry. Harry takes delight in watching the scruffy black dog bark with laughter and wag his tail. He falls asleep clinging to Padfoot that night. Year 3: Sirius and Remus finally move into a house, their uneasiness at leaving Harry in his own room settled as Voldemort has been inactive for long enough. They paint the walls in the colors of James’s favorite quidditch team and hang banners. Sirius makes a mess during this and Harry squeals with delight as he watches Sirius flick paint and speckle Remus’s face. Christmas that year involves a giant tree in their living room where Harry hangs sloppy ornaments he made with Remus on the lower branches. Sirius insists they hang a photo of James and Lily towards the top, misty-eyed as he does so. Harry helps Sirius pick out a present for Remus, a jumper with little black terriers all over it that he insists look like a mini Uncle Sirius much to the confusion of the people around them. On Christmas Eve they all sit in their pajamas and drink hot chocolate in front of a roaring fire until Harry falls asleep on Remus’s arm.

Year 4: Sirius becomes an Auror that year, restless from staying at home with Harry while Remus conducted business for Dumbledore involving werewolf studies. Lyall Lupin watched Harry most often during the day, spending time with the boy he considered like a grandson. He often entertained him with stories of his guardians and his parents during their youth. He commented to Remus one day that they shared the same sweet tooth and Sirius exclaimed “I told you so!” for the rest of the evening. When Lyall commented months later that Harry could give both James and Sirius a run for their money in mischief, even at such a young age, Remus was smug for days.

Years 5-10: Harry attended muggle school and slowly began to learn about magic from Sirius and Remus. Sirius always tried to get Harry to become interested in helping him work on his motorcycle but he only held mild interest in it. He often preferred to listen to Remus talk about magical creatures (especially werewolves like Remus) and defense spells. Occasionally, they would catch him looking at the photo album Remus made him all those years ago with pictures of his parents and the Order. At every holiday, the Order members would fight over who got to host the three that year and tell Harry all about the stories of James and the trouble he got into or how clever Lily was.

Year 11:

Sirius promised he wouldn’t cry the day they got Harry’s letter to Hogwarts, but he did. He did again when they picked out his wand and owl, when they sent him off on the Hogwarts Express. Remus held his tears back while Harry waved to them from the platform, the spitting image of James but with Lily’s keen eyes. He bit back a sob when he remembered the first person he met on that very train was Lily Evans, the girl that would become his best friend long before the Marauders. They both hugged each other in glee when Harry sent a letter home revealing he was placed in Gryffindor, just like his parents. Sirius smirked when Harry went on about how he found a Gryffindor sweater in his trunk that Remus had packed for him. He knew that very sweater once belonged to James because they had left it hanging in their closet, something Sirius had found mixed in his belongings at their flat the night after he cried over losing his best friend. It was fitting his son would wear it the day he made the quidditch team and again under his robes when he won his first match. Sirius and Remus had gotten special permission from Dumbledore to watch and nobody cheered louder for him that day than they did.

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A/N: I wanted to go further but this is insanely long, emotional and I’m not sure how I’d like to play out the years at Hogwarts quite yet. I hope everyone enjoyed this! (I honestly cried a little.)

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Request: maybe Remus has a little sister who is the flower girl at his wedding (marrying Sirius?)

Sirius’ hands shook as his fingers stumbled over the buttons at his collar.

“Are you nervous, mate?” Ron asked, and with a quick flick of his wand, finished off the rows of open buttons trailing down Black’s chest.

“Thanks.” Sirius breathed, and then scrubbed a hand over his face, the stark light of the dressing room illuminating his cheekbones with a shiny pallor. “Nah. Me? Nervous? Course not… Just worried it’ll be even worse than the first time.”

“Wait… what happened the first time?” One Of the boys, he thinks maybe one of Harry’s, chimes in from where he’s allowing Arthur to polish his shoes via magical grease.

Sirius barks out a brisk laugh, thinking back to the day. They’d never thought of getting married, not really. Being together after everything was enough for them. They’d survived his family’s prejudices, lycanthropy, becoming animagi as children, the Prank, Hogwarts, and were on their way to fight a bloody war, and still their fondness of each other never faltered. That was enough for them, he’d thought. They didn’t need rings or declarations or charmed wedding cake toppers at that. But then Lily and James had gotten engaged, and they’d each done their fair share planning the slapdash wedding, no matter how small-scale. And as they all shed tears that day which felt a bit more anxious than happy, the mood overall was too “This life is semi-permanent” rather than “this love will last forever” and seeing Moony preen over a slice of chocolate wedding cake (one layer especially made for him by the Potter’s overly fond house elf) and knowing they might not have each other forever, Sirius suddenly wanted this. Wanted just one moment of time that could be theirs forever, link them together once more in case the other ties that bound their hearts frayed and tethers were torn apart.

So following the Potter’s frantic summer wedding, Remus and Sirius had their own, even more thrown together and hasty. Lily was fuming of course because “of all the stupid and daft ideas” they had to go wanting an autumn wedding literal weeks before she gave birth? She still helped them plan it all anyways. It was a rather small affair, held in the field outside one of the Order’s safehouses.

Their friends from the Order, those alive anyways, all attended, as did Dumbledore, which was odd because of all the things they’d never have figured, it would be their former headmaster in support of their union while danger lurked and there was a battle to be won. They’d all supposed he just enjoyed a good party that much until Minerva had found all those letters he’d written to Grindlewald as a boy, sealed within a compartment of his desk, and realized why it was so important to him. The Blacks were not informed of the occasion, partly because many of them were Deatheaters, but mostly because Sirius would rather vomit out his own organs than see any of them again, besides Andy, but it was too rushed for her and Ted to come.

Remus wore a lovely suit sewn for him by Molly Prewitt out of his dad’s old wedding attire, and Sirius wore Fleamont’s best dress robes, as he didn’t quite think he could squeeze into the tiny Hope Howell’s decadent white gown (although he did try). Only Lyall himself was in attendance, looking aged and rather small in his chair, Remus’ mother having died while they were finishing school. And Remus’ young sister, just nearly six years old by that time.

She’d been quite the surprise, born in the winter of their third year just before hols. A thirteen year old Remus hadn’t even know his mother was pregnant, he got a letter by owl the week before their vacation began revealing all to him so as to avoid total shock upon his arrival back to the family home, which was, at the time somewhere in Northern England. They’d had to move for much of his childhood to avoid suspicion, but once he began at Hogwarts, his parents were able to be stationary for much longer with him gone most of the year. But after what had happened, his father’s guilt and the rift it drove between his parents, not to mention his mother’s hesitance to let her only son go off to wizard school and the overall taxation of having a lycanthropic son would all be things he would have assumed would have prevented any further offspring. But then, there she was in his arms that Christmas morning, little baby Rudina.

Moony wasn’t much for children, Sirius recalled. He was too worried he’d drop them or hurt them, and the fact that he spent most of his own time as one in pain and hiding rather than around other kids made him awkward about how to interact. But, damn, if he didn’t love Rudie. She walked down the aisle at their wedding, shrugging around in the garishly poofy white… thing… Marlene had stuffed her in, trying to precisely toss out exactly 4 petals each time her hand dipped into the basket of tiny star jasmine. She had her mother’s wispy hair, the same goldenrod hue as her brother, and like him her skin had a bronze undertone, but rather than being littered with scars, it was blessedly (in Moony’s opinion, since Sirius loved every scar because it was part of him) sprinkled with hundreds of freckles. Her gap toothed grin beamed up at her adored sibling as she scattered petals down the makeshift aisle, before Sirius approached, lead by James as they both tried not to think about how Fleamont hadn’t done this for either of them.

The ceremony was short, Dumbledore spoke the words to marry them. Of course, their marriage was in spirit only; registered werewolves were forbidden from spousal unions, and even if they weren’t, Moony’s match would have had to be a woman to be recognized under Ministry laws. But it had been a good day, despite the rushed cobbling together of everything, the absence of so many loved ones, the way Sirius had felt Remus’ grip on his wrist tighten to the point of discomfort as he slid on the silver band engraved with tiny stars.

“What didn’t go wrong, honestly…” Sirius joked in reply to the boy, whom he now realized was Teddy himself, his stepson. And it was true… They went straight back after that one night. No honeymoon period did soldiers get, and sleeping side by side in the same bed they’d shared since leaving school in their dingy London flat, it almost felt like he’d dreamed the entire affair. In truth, Remus had been acting strange for a while, and it seemed as though having the ring encircling one finger served as a constant reminder of the bond he was betraying; he was coarse and irritable from then on.

Harry was born, and Sirius and Remus were both swept up in that joy for such a short time before Dumbledore appeared in their fireplace with grim tidings of a prophecy, and the Potters went into hiding. Acting as Secret-Keeper and saving James from his incessant restlessness and terror consumed so much of his time, but being honest Sirius didn’t mind as it kept him from pondering well into many a sleepless night where his husband was going off to in secret, and why he’d heard tellings that the “Lupin boy” had finally gone round to the dark side. When he did return, climbing beneath the covers with all the silence of the weight settled between them, Sirius bit his lip until it bled, trying to ignore the foreign scent of smoke and wood and musk which lingered in his lover’s hair, in the lines on his skin, and forbid himself to think it was that of Fenrir Greyback or some other such devil.

Handing his duty over to Pete, who was ever more elusive following his role as groomsman, he had no reason to leave the house. He went out into Muggle London when he could force himself to leave his bed. The whole world seemed awash in runny slate greys and deep blue. He got tattoos… a lot of them, just to feel something, and worked on his bike. But not even hands covered in violet bruises and engine grease couldn’t entice a hold, and his rows with Remus grew in increasing frequency, although after a while his responses became automatic, and within he only felt lost and tired. His brother died, he saw the obit in the Prophet. There was probably a funeral… he wasn’t invited. He spent the entire day after he found out on the Tonk’s couch, while his young cousin petted and braided ribbons into his unkept locks.

One morning in spring, Rudie began showing signs of magic. She knocked a stack of books off the shelf in her father’s study from the kitchenette. Lyall called Remus right away, because directly after the little girl had collapsed. Rudie had always been a frail child; she’d come a bit early but St. Mungo’s had given their all into saving both her and the mother from harm, though her birth weakened Hope considerably… and a few short years later, nearing the Marauders final terms, she’d succumbed to cancer and left her two cariads behind. Now it seemed the strain magic had on her slight frame was too much, and she took to bed often, where sometimes pillows would fluff themselves, or handkerchiefs would fly above her sweating head of their own accord. That simmering summer brought a fresh wave of the dragon pox which had robbed James and Sirius of the two people besides their merry band of four they’d loved the most, and when it dissipated with the first crisp bite of chilly weather, Moony was an only child again. And thus the tendrils of unexpected sunshine that had beamed into his life crept beneath the cooling soil, and he was left with only the bitter embrace of the moon.

They spent much more time with Andromeda, Sirius to have some sort of mourning with his family, for his family, and Remus because he suddenly took new joy in playing and babysitting little Nymphadora, whose spunky, gaptoothed grin reminded him of Rudie’s.

Then came that fateful Halloween. And they’d buried their two best friends, begrudging trust keeping them just close enough to each hold onto infant Harry. Neither of them knew what they were doing. Even less so when Sirius knew he had to find Peter, or Remus and Harry would never be safe. When he did, it all fell to shit. Sirius lost control, and Peter was gone. Sirius met the eyes of his former headmaster as he was lead away to Azkaban, Remus shouting at the Aurors both for his release and for Harry, who was being pried from his “unfit” parental grip. Despite his high seat of power, and his knowledge of their arrangement, the only thing Sirius found in his shifting gaze was a cool acceptance which sent shivers down to his bones. In that moment he had lost all hope, and some days he couldn’t scrounge up one happy though from his cavernous skull, and had to settle for twisting the silver band round his bony knuckles so often a red ring bloomed across his blueing flesh.

Escape, freedom, a war. He returned to find Remus a broken man who dared not look him in the eyes and an empty house full of ghosts. Harry was alright, he’d ended up back with Lupin after a stint round his dreadful muggle family’s, and later a short while with Andromeda, as she was his godfather’s blood. Sirius was glad of that at least. The Dark Lord returned and was defeated. Black found Nymphadora and Remus had grown very close in his absence, a camaraderie he soon fell in step alongside after he’d wept for hours one silent night on the stairs of Grimmauld Place in his Moony’s arms, and they’d finally become the two of them again. Remus never wanted to let go of him, or have Sirius be from his sight. He’d cut his hair, just some, healed his wounds, silenced every whimper in the night with soft words and softer lips against his brow.

Tonks, as his cousin was now called, mothered him much too well for his liking, the impish grin she wore paired with her bossy jabs at him to eat. She was young, but comfortable in herself. Turned out she was like him, a family shame in more ways than one, but most especially for fancying fillies. Yet as the war grew worse and worse, she struggled with the thought that she would give up everything to its gapping maw and vanish unfulfilled. She wanted something to leave behind, a legacy beyond remnants of a cheeky greeting in young Potter’s ears and flashes of bubblegum hair tucked behind her hooped ears. She pestered Remus constantly, as he and Sirius were the only men she felt comfortable with, and both Black sheep rather wanted to end the traditional incestuous liaisons so common within their Most Noble House.

Eventually, he conceded, if only because Harry wouldn’t be young forever, and he’d found himself rather taken with fatherhood once he’d begun it. And thus, Teddy was born, with the aid of a little Mungo magic, of course. It was a rather odd arrangement if one overthought it, but then again, so much of their lives had seemed impossible. The blue haired bundle was a light in the coming darkness, and when it had passed, Sirius thought for once he might have that proper family he’d promised his godson.

And then the changing tide brought new tidings once again. The Ministry finally found a change of spell-encircled heart: The Registry was overturned, the records erased, and unions were now recognized between Muggles and Wizards of any gender, so long as they were within legal age. And thus, in their 50s, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin did one more ridiculous thing… They got married for a second time. Moony’s hair was nearly all grey now, but Padfoot had proudly retained all his ebony locks, save for one or two “distinguished” silver strands at his browline.

“Aw, don’t worry, Uncle Pads.” said Al from his spot by the long mirror, currently chanting out compliments to any who stopped to fix a stray hair or adjust a bow tie. “If ‘twere really that bad, it cant be any worse now!”

“And plus, it’s official this time!” Said Fred the Second as he tied a shoelace, and was met with a chorus of “Yea, Freddy two!” from the men in the room. Hugo made an affirmative noise, then told his cousin to stop trying to make “Fred the Second” an established nickname because it was pompous and dumb. Al and his brother laughed, chins ducked to pin on boutonnieres.

“Nah.” Sirius murmured, as they all prepared to exit, this wonderful family they’d amassed from nothing, and greet a hall full of many more important people in attendance this second time round, like Minnie at last, and the Tonks, Hagrid, Poppy, who’d always known when they were back at school because no normal “friend” spent that many nights sneaking into those uncomfortable cots in her hospital wing, nor had to be woken up tangled carefully together with the injured limbs of a still sleeping werewolf to be ushered off the morning Potions every time. Many were absent too… but this was finally their moment. No fear, or secrecy. It wasn’t a do over… it wasn’t their happy ending. It was a grateful, overjoyed beginning. Sirius pushed open the doors, Harry’s arm looped through his own, and broke out into a grin the moment Remus turned to meet his eyes, gasping out, “Pads,” as though he were seeing him with new eyes.

[marauders70s]

#8. Remus Lupin [18/25]

“I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation,” he said, “and I am sure he will perform it admirably.” 

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

“Harry, I’ve left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry —” “They won’t,” said Harry. “That you’re safe —” “That’ll just depress them.” “— and you’ll see them next summer.” “Do I have to?” 

“Did you like question ten, Moony?" asked Sirius as they emerged into the entrance hall. "Loved it," said Lupin briskly. "Give five signs that identify the werewolf. Excellent question." "D'you think you managed to get all the signs?" said James in tones of mock concern. "Think I did," said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. "One: He's sitting on my chair. Two: He's wearing my clothes. Three: His name's Remus Lupin...” 

"And I've told you a million times," said Lupin, refusing to meet her eyes, staring at the floor, "that I am too old for you, too poor....too dangerous...." "I've said all along you're taking a ridiculous line on this, Remus," said Mrs. Weasley over Fleur's shoulder as she patted her on the back. "I am not being ridiculous," said Lupin steadily. "Tonks deserves somebody young and whole." "But she wants you.”

[explanation] Remus Lupin. The best professor of all time. The best prefect of all time. The best friend of all time. And the worst used Marauder of the lot. Hear me out: yes, Sirius’ life rivals Remus at every turn (and that darkness unites them). But Sirius was a tragedy from the start: an abusive home, a brief ray of sunshine, his father’s death, his brother’s death, Mr. and Mrs. Potter’s deaths, James and Lily, and then a frame job for murder he can’t even explain away as he spirals into insanity and stands in a street and laughs. And 12 years in his own head - the worst place of all. But. But. Give me a boy from two loving parents. Give him a chronic illness. Give me a boy who’s scared and ashamed. Give me people who love and accept him. Give me a boy who is guilted into helping because he got to have a normal life like it was a great gift and not something he should have had anyway. Give me a boy told to face his very worst of himself. To live rough, to leave his friends, to lose the light of his life until his friends think he is the spy. Until they even believe the possibility. The same-said friends who would have died for him. Watch that break him. Give me a boy who has the mark set upon his house. Give me a boy whose father was targeted for his political beliefs leading to his own chronic condition. Give me the anger and the depression and the isolation of his childhood. Give me the moving to a tiny house. Give me poverty, give me Hope (and Lyall). Give me Remus being unfailing, unfailingly, kind. And give me the boy who calls another person so. 

Give me a boy who can sense the darkness in his friend. Give me a boy with the patience to tutor his other friend, so desperate and needy. Give me a boy with the loyalty to chat up the girl who loves him as her own, trying to connect them through his own fumbling friendships. Give me a boy who feels lost and like he’s faking it. Give me the shy virgin, the fumbling sarcastic, the Good Boy with the Badge, the lump in his throat clawing to howl at the moon at the complete unfairness of it all and his own selfishness at hurting. Give me a boy who tries to raise his godson, and was turned away. Give me a boy who has to organize the funeral alone. 

Give me a man who picks the most abused and teased student in the class as his special helper. Give me a man who is patient and quiet and never mocks his students. Give me a man who fights injustice and cruelty with laughter and lateness and loose leaf tea. Give me a man who faces his worst fears and fails. Give me a man who ran away when his insecurities were too big. Give me a man with the kind of family who would turn him back around instead of sneering as he ran. Give me a man with a heart of gold, who may be too poor, and may be too old.

25 Days of “It wouldn’t feel like Harry Potter without…”

[legatumrpg]

full name: remus lupin

age: nineteen

gender and pronouns: demiboy and he/him/his

blood status: halfblood / werewolf

occupation: bartender and tutor

affiliation: neutral

i n t r o d u c t i o n »

What happened to you wasn’t your fault, but you blame yourself for everything that came after. The first time you turned, you were not even six years old, rampaging through your mother’s garden and making your way through the neighbourhood dogs until you returned to your home, small, shivering, and bloody. For years you learned to do this alone, isolating yourself for the safety of others, harming yourself for the safety of others, and lying to those you cared about the most. Despite everything that has happened to you, you still have a noble soul. Your demons haunt you, but at least now, you know you won’t have to do it by yourself.

b i o g r a p h y »

It began with his parents. Nice enough people, with well enough intentions. Beautifully, disgustingly in love, the type of marriage which seems to only be portrayed in sappy novels, the type which drip honey and nectar and leave hope for an unattainable future sparkling brightly in the eyes of the young girls who gobble them up whenever they’re given the opportunity, sticky pages and all. His father was a kindly man with hair which must always lay just so before he allowed himself to leave the house, a nose which, were it any more feminine, would be labeled as “button” in shape, always upturned, and thin lips on which a smile could almost never be found. A Pureblood from an affluent and well-to-do family, he was not raised to look down his distinctive nose at anyone unlike himself, but still found it somewhat difficult to break the habit. Hope, an appropriate name, was the one exception to the rule, it seemed. A Muggle, and with every expected characteristic of one at that. A round, ruddy face which always wore a smile, unruly light hair that lay about her face and shoulders as a mess of curls, and a heart altogether too big for the chest to which it was dutifully confined. A more perfect couple was not to be found. They balanced each other out, it seemed; case in point that opposites, apparently, do attract after all.

In due time, Hope, with her large Catholic Welsh family, and Lyall, both with his small yet distant assortment of blood relations as well as the entourage which comes with being dubbed the utmost authority in the Wizarding World on Non-Human Spirituous Apparitions, found themselves welcoming a new member to the family. Remus, a tiny baby boy born with his mother’s curly locks and his father’s surly expression. He seemed destined to be the perfect child, an absolute cherubim of a boy, set to inherit his father’s legacy. Instead the universe seemed fit to punish Remus, now a cooing and burbling toddler, for the sins of his father. Lyall, at a press conference, promoting his new book, was baited into speaking poorly of non-human magical creatures. Apparently already having rather strong opinions on the subject, he fell into the trap laid out for him, and the comments garnered the attention of one Fenrir Greyback. At first Greyback considered killing Lyall, but that would be too easy. Then he settled upon killing his son, and seemed set on the idea, until he laid eyes on the boy. Four years old, already losing his baby fat, staring up wide-eyed and trusting from his bed at the towering figured looming over him. Killing him would be too easy, he decided, in that moment. Lyall Lupin needed to be taught a lesson, and what better way than to turn his most precious possession into the thing he hates the most?

This was the burden with which Remus Lupin was saddled. His first memories became those of tearful full moons, of clutching at his mother’s skirt and sobbing, begging her to fix him, falling to his knees in front of the Crucifix on the parlor wall and demanding that she tell him why God had let him become a monster. His mother could only kiss his forehead, watching as the tears fell to the threadbare carpet, and tell her son that everything happens for a reason, that our pain makes us weak so that we can depend on the Lord who makes us strong. Over time, the words lost their meaning, and everything else in his life along with it. Every breath was like walking through cement, struggling to keep his head above water for a life not worth living. His father had built a life, a reputation, upon helping the people of the world, and Remus could hardly even help himself.

Nothing about his affliction ever got better with time, he found. People always promise it does. His mother and her church swore up and down that God is the ultimate healer, that he can heal any affliction, any wound, any illness. But no cure for Remus’ lycanthropy ever came. Only severe PTSD which grew as he grew, adhering itself to his personality until they were indistinguishable. Over time, it became manageable. Almost easy to forget about. But with war looming on the horizon once more, the episodes are starting again. Waking up in pools of cold sweat, disassociating just by looking out a window at the moon, feeling possessed to claw his own skin off. He’s back to spending too many hours staring into the mirror, trembling fingers running down the length of the scars on his face, reminding himself who and where and what he is, that he is real and he exists and this monster does not control him. Remus stares his own reflection in the eyes until he swears he sees it move. The middle of the night is a dangerous time for an unsettled mind.

When he turned eleven, the move to Hogwarts was frightening. Everything he had been terrified of suddenly all happening at once. Now, where he had spent his days with his mother in a dim room, silently giving himself the education other children his age were getting in loud classrooms that smelt of chalkboard dust and sunlight, he was thrust into the public eye, into this world where he would be surrounded by strangers who would forever hate him if they knew the monster lurking just under his skin, behind his eyes. When James and Sirius suddenly took him under their wing, he was convinced it was out of pity. Handsome and popular from families with unstained names, Remus was certain they would eventually get tired of him, leave behind the boy with nervous holes picked in his jumpers and gangly limbs the second they found friends more like them.

Every night for years, he laid awake taring at the canopy of his lumpy bed at Hogwarts, shaking hands clasped tight over his chest as chapped lips moved in a silent cry for help, praying for help, for guidance, for God to not let them make a fool of him as he came to care about them. Now he knows better, and these wonderful boys, with all their flaws, have saved him. No longer when he looks in the mirror does he see a monster. The wounds are still there, the scars permanent reminders of his past, and while he’d still much rather lay low, under anyone’s radar, the hatred he once felt for himself has subsided.

James and Sirius have both decided to become Aurors, and Remus is happy for them, but that life isn’t for him and they all know it. He wants to help people, of course, but in smaller ways. Safer ways, both for himself and the people around him. So he spends his nights bartending, offering a listening ear to whoever might need it, and his days tutoring, giving some of his excess knowledge to those who are struggling. Anything he can do to make a difference and just scrape by, living by himself in a dingy flat he can barely just afford. This isn’t the life he as awarded at birth, and he knows it, but it’ll have to do.

c o n n e c t i o n s »

the marauders » In the beginning, you never believed you were deserving of friends until they came along. For a long time, you worried that this friendship was fleeting. But time and time again, you were proven wrong. They became far more than just friends — they were your family and despite the world telling you that you are undeserving of them, they stayed by your side and for that, you will be forever grateful.

dorcas meadowes » It’s easy to see the differences between the two of you but much harder to look at the similarities. They balance you out. When you have your dark days, they know exactly what to say to make things better. You had spent hours in the library helping them with their studies and they have spent time helping you to enjoy the little things, even if they don’t realize that. The one time you weren’t there for them became a fatal mistake for the other.

severus snape » They know your darkest secret and you have spent nights awake worried about when they are going to let loose their knowledge. Once you sympathized with them, once you felt bad for the torment your friends put them through, but how can you sit easily with someone who hangs your very secrets above your head? You worry about them but in the end, you have no choice but to trust them.

Remus Lupin is played by TOM YORK and is TAKEN