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NO 😭

coney island but it’s remus after halloween 1981 going back to the campsite from the summer of 7th year and thinking about how much has changed since then

fbi agent watching me click on another 100k fic at 2am: this bitch needs help

45 years since the kiss that started it all. The kiss that made Sirius question it all.

and you ask why I'm crying today 🥰

anyways happy 61st birthday Remu

this? pain? 𝘆𝗲𝘀

They watched these children, laughing and running through Hogwarts, grow up. They watched students they loved and nurtured and taught grow up to either be monster’s or die fighting the monsters. Generations of students lay before them, either death eaters or fighting against them. They watched little Tom Riddle, who they taught and love, turn into a horrible person. They watched little Harry Potter, always up to something, die in front of them. They watched little Remus Lupin, laughing and running around with his Marauders, die in front of them. They watched their little wizards and witches become bodies and casualties in a war that wasn’t theirs.

i keep getting good ideas for one-shots/ fanfics but then i try to write them and realize that my writing skills haven't improved since 5th grade

before either Sirius or Remus went on a mission, Sirius and Remus would stand at the doorway together, hold hands and put their foreheads together because they wanted to make sure that in case anything happend the last words they said to eachother weren't a fight and something nice so Sirius would always say "love you forever" and Remus would say "to the moon and back" and then they would leave, and this went on for years and years, and Moony sweared that the day Sirius slipped into the veil he saw him whisper "love you forever" and as he watched the love of his life die, he stood there and whispered "to the moon and back".

with the sharpest jawline out there - doodling Remus' and his name on the back of his transfiguration papers.

Sirius: I can't talk right now I'm doing hoy girl shit

Sirius: *keeps doodling hearts around "Sirius and Remus Lupin" on his notebook*

NOT TODAY 😩

(minerva and sirius, not ship, (slight wolfstar), just had a test and i got a b on it so it’s ok, attempt at anGST)

no, but just imagine.

it was second or third of november, an ugly, cloudy day and minerva mcgonagall lost her boys. she lost james and lily, great people, with all of their life ahead of them, with a son. it was depressing really, such young people  

she received a letter in which is wrote that sirius was taken away to azkaban. she knows he’s innocent, there is no other way!

and she screamed.

she screamed for the little boy, first year, who formed an unlike bond with a crazy-haired boy called james potter, with a tall, scrawny, scarred child called remus lupin and with a chubby boy called peter. 

she screamed for the second year sirius who came in her who came in her office at the end of the last term and, on a firm voice, he said “i want to take all optional courses”. for a boy that was always in the library that researched animagi “without a reason, i’m just curious.”

she screamed for a third year raven-haired boy who discreetly stared at his honey-colored hair friend and, despite it not being obvious, minerva knew. he fell for remus lupin. and he came out to her. firstly.

she screamed for a fourth year sirius black who excelled all of his classes, who looked in a special way at remus but then shook his head and laughed at one of james’ jokes and pat peter’s back and helped students when they needed it. she screamed for a boy that confessed his feeling to his best friend and, as they walked hand in hand in the great hall, she noticed that was the happiest he’s ever been.

she sobbed for a fifth year sirius who fucked up. badly. she remembers him coming in her office and crying, saying he didn’t think it’d get this far, and she believed him. because that was the truth. she knew he tried stuff he shouldn’t, she knew he cried himself to sleep. and she hugged him. later in life she found out that was the first, loving hug he ever got. and sirius fixed everything. they were the marauders again. and god was she proud when she found out all of his OWLs were all Outstandings and Exceed Expectations.

she cried for a sixth year sirius, now a runaway from home and she had to check up on him because he is her son. and he told her. everything. for a sirius black, all tattoos, piercings, long hair and even longer limbs with a laugh like a bark, who helped first years with directions and with studying. did peter’s charms essays when he couldn’t. he was turning into a man.

she cried for the seventh year sirius, happy and whole. she knew he had nights he didn’t sleep or nights he spent on the astronomy tower but she knew he was happy. he told her. she saw it. of course, he could be lying. but it was true, and they knew it.

she screamed for sirius black. a lover, a son, a friend, a student, a brother, a friend, a warrior with a shattered childhood.

she screamed. for her son.

This is the most amazing fanart my eyes have ever come across

just two friends having a friendly sleepover (rem’s mum totally knows but she’s a bro and lets them do their thing)

violence 🙊

Imagine first year Harry Potter looking for Fred and George to see if they want to have a snowball fight with him and Ron and finding an odd piece of parchment lying in their room. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter picking the parchment up and examining it, because he’s learning that in the wizarding world nothing is ever as it seems, not even old pieces of parchment. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter tapping his wand to the parchment to see if anything happens and, to his surprise, seeing thin, angular writing appear as if written by an invisible hand. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s excitement when the parchment reads: Mr. Prongs asks who is trying to uncover the carefully guarded secrets of the Marauders. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter whispering “My name is Harry Potter and I didn’t mean to pry,” before hurriedly trying to refold it and return it to where he’d found it 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s astonishment when the writing reappears, this time saying: Let Mr. Prongs share his immense joy that Harry Potter has found this. He hopes that Harry will find the contents of this parchment useful and use it in a way that would make his father proud. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s smile sliding off his face as he says quietly, “I don’t know. My father’s dead, you see. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter’s confusion when the writing appears once again, saying: Mr. Prongs wishes to tell Harry Potter that while his father may be dead, he is still looking out for him and is incredibly proud of him. Mr. Prongs hopes that Harry Potter knows his father loves him very much. 

Imagine first year Harry Potter taking the map back to his dormitory and spending the rest of the evening talking to the mysterious Mr. Prongs about his mother and father, about whom the invisible man seems to know quite a bit.