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Headcanon that Sirius 'stole' people's pets, not just Crookshanks. The Potters' cat adored him, Fang would leave Hagrid whenever he saw Sirius and even Fawkes would sometimes direct extra friendly squaks at him.
Yes this is now a shared Headcannon.
Also I can imagine Hedwig and Pig following him around Grimmauld.
Full-on agree. Let's not forget Buckbeak as well.
Sirius Black, the original Disney Princess
Harry: my father didn’t strut
You’re right Harry, he pranced <3
Real footage of James Potter at Hogwarts
why is this one of the best things I've seen here
JAMES HAHHA
Ok so we all know that James didn’t have his wand on him when he was killed - it was in the living room, and it was mostly the upper half of their house that was destroyed by the rebounding killing curse.
We also know that it is extremely likely that Sirius’ wand was either confiscated or destroyed following his sentence of life imprisonment in Azkaban, and therefore once he escaped he didn’t have his wand.
Imagine Sirius, probably after the events of Prisoner Of Azkaban given that he used Ron’s wand to disarm Harry and Hermione, heading to Godrics Hollow (as Padfoot) and standing inside James and Lily’s house just being swamped by memories.
Imagine him subconsciously heading to the living room because he needs to sit down because he’s so emotional. Imagine him sitting down and after a while becoming aware of James’ wand on the sofa beside him.
Imagine Sirius becoming even more emotional as he just imagines an alternative ending where James has his wand and is able to fight Voldemort and they all live. James and Lily don’t die. Harry grows up with his parents. They are all one big happy family (minus Peter as everyone would have known that he was the traitor not Sirius). Harry would have grown up LOVED!
Imagine Sirius picking up James’ wand and truly feeling his brother in all but blood with him for the first time in 13 years. The wand is familiar to him - he and James has shared everything, including their wands so the wand was very happy to accept him as it’s new owner.
Imagine Sirius relearning magic, with help from Remus, and feeling so much stronger because James is with him in a much more real way than his memories.
Imagine him planning to give James’ wand back to Harry once the war is over and Sirius can get one of his own - although James and Sirius were basically brothers, he knows that Harry should have it - he has so little to remember his parents by and Sirius has so many memories.
Imagine him fighting in the ministry, being hit by the spell Bella cast at him. Imagine him seeing Harry as he falls through the veil and feeling so much regret.
Regret for not spending more time with his Godson.
Regret for not telling Harry more about his parents.
Regret for being such a bad Godfather.
Regret for all the time he spend in Azkaban.
Regret for failing him one more time as he takes one of James’ only remaining posessions with him through the veil.
Do you ever just reread your own writing and cry?
Random Jily Lives HC:
Harry grows up never seeing Sirius change into Padfoot (too risky for a little chatterbox to know about his uncle's illegal activity) and so he thinks he has two distinct best friends- Padfoot and Uncle Sirius - and makes them separate invitations to his birthday parties and everything. Sometimes Padfoot gets his invite before Sirius, which the latter finds a touch offensive. There are shenanigans involving both of Harry's besties attending events but never being in the same room. This goes on until one day when Harry's eight or so, and he gets it in his head that Sirius and Padfoot don't like each other and he needs to Parent Trap them to friendship.
ADORE THIS!
AD... something
The first time Lily sat next to him in class, she was endlessly frustrated. Potter and Black had been disrupting the lesson and had to be separated, leaving her next to the former. While this meant the class was no longer disrupted as Black blatantly ignored Severus and she refused to talk to Potter, her own concentration was disrupted as he would not stop shaking his leg.
He didn’t seem to be focusing on the lesson, even if he was trying very hard to appear as though he was. He wasn’t taking notes, just tapping his quill and splattering ink over his parchment.
“Potter,” she hissed, angrily. “Could you sit still for one second?”
He shot her a guilty look and stopped shaking his leg, clenching his hands together to stop his tapping as well. When the class ended, he breathed a sigh of relief and got up quickly before leaving.
By third year, it was well-known that Potter could not sit still in class. That didn’t make it any less annoying as she sat behind him with Marlene, trying to pay attention to the class despite the boy in front of her constantly moving.
This time, however, Black seemed to know how to still James without antagonizing him. He gently stilled his friend’s leg and offered him a muggle marker and his right hand. Potter immediately started doodling on his friend’s arm. Black continued to take notes with his left hand, presumably for an absent Remus, but Potter still didn’t seem to be focusing.
He was endlessly frustrating. He never seemed to focus, or attempt to study, but aced all his classes anyway. She gritted her teeth and ignored him, trying to pay attention.
In sixth year, she landed up next to Potter in Potions. It was her only option, really, as she couldn’t sit next to Severus after their falling out. Potter was alone since Sirius and Remus were working together. To her surprise, he didn’t try to flirt with her or antagonize her, he simply smiled at her and turned away, seemingly focused on the work.
Except that he wasn’t. He was doodling small cartoons on his parchment in lieu of writing notes. She wasn’t the only one who noticed, either. Slughorn came to stand behind them and stared at James’s paper for a moment before speaking.
“I don’t suppose you can tell me, Mr Potter, that you could tell me the possible side effects of the Elixir to Induce Euphoria?”
James started for a moment before looking at the Professor.
“Excessive nose tweaking and singing, sir,” he said easily.
“Indeed.” Slughorn sounded slightly surprised. “And what do we do to counteract this?”
“Add peppermint, sir.”
Slughorn nodded before walking away and continuing his lecture. Lily looked over at James curiously. She could have sworn he wasn’t listening, just doodling, but he wasn’t known for prereading the textbook, so he must have been paying attention. She looked at his paper carefully and looked at his drawings: all rough sketches of the potions’ ingredients.
“James,” she sighed. “Could you please sit still?”
They had started studying together on their time off from Heads’ duty. She was getting to know him better, and actually enjoying his company. Aside from his inability to sit still, he was actually a decent person.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “I feel like I’m jumping out of my skin. I can’t focus.”
“Have you always had that problem?”
He looked up at her, brows furrowed.
“Well, yeah,” he said. “You complained about it way back in first year when I couldn’t sit still. I just need to do something with my hands.”
She watched him for a moment. He shifted uncomfortably before he started to babble.
“Hope, that’s Remus’s mom, she’s a psychitrist – I think that’s the word – said it’s some kind of muggle disorder? Or, I guess, not a muggle disorder, but wizards don’t really talk about it. She said there’s medication? Muggles take it to help them focus and sit still, but wizards don’t really deal with this kind of issue so I just kind of deal with it by drawing on Pads’s arm or playing with his rings. Sometimes Moony draws things for me to colour in or gives me pencils to sketch with. It’s not a perfect solution, but it works.”
He paused and looked down, wringing his fingers.
“My cousin has it too,” she said quietly. “I wonder if there’s a potion that could help, the way muggle medicine does.”
Three weeks later, she handed him a small vial at breakfast.
“Trying to poison me? I know I’m annoying, but that’s a little dramatic.”
She smiled before sitting down to explain.
“I did some research. I’m not sure how it works, but muggles use a stimulant to help them focus better. This is an invigoration draught, so it should work the same.”
He looked sceptical, examining the vial carefully.
“How sure are you that it will work?”
“Entirely sure,” she said. “Give it a try? If it doesn’t, I’ll never bring it up again and I will offer up my own arm for your incessant doodling.”
He grinned before downing the vial.
That day, for the first time in his school career, James Potter was able to focus during class. As a thank you, he accompanied Lily to Hogsmeade for the first time, just the two of them.
“ if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, i'd say yes. “ what about today? “
I absolutely love this prompt and I just can imagine jily with this :)! I would love for you to write it!
AHHHH, I could imagine Jily as well and I'm not ashamed for how this turned out at all! 🧡🧡🧡
Obviously inspired by the scene below:
“If you asked me to marry you tomorrow,” Lily cries, blocking a spell that’s aimed for her heart. “I’d say yes.”
With his back pressed to hers, his wand raised to cast a Shield Charm, James lets out an amused laugh that does not fit the chaos around them.
“What about today?”
There is something in his voice that registers in her mind even though she can’t see his face. James is grinning, she knows. They have fallen into a trap, they are fighting to survive with their lives and their friends’ lives in risk, but James has that stupid adorable grin on his lips, the one that lifts the left corner of his mouth just a slight more than the right corner and that makes his eyes wrinkle.
James doesn’t have them yet, but someday, when he is older, he will have permanent wrinkles on his eyes. Laugh lines.
And then it hits her, even after her silly joke about living to marry another day, that she really wants it. The whole package. The getting-older-together package in which she witnesses all the lines in his body telling a story of the battles he survived and the laughs he shared.
“Yes.”
She casts a spell that explodes some boxes around them and they have a few seconds of peace. James uses those seconds to turn to her, all his back unguarded, looking at her as if he can’t believe what he is seeing.
“Really?”
She watches herself in the reflection of his glasses. Her face is feverish, the instinct to survive still running desperately through her body, and Lily has never been more certain of something in her life.
“I want to spend my life with you,” she declares hurriedly. They will be attacked soon after all. “What do you want?”
His hazel eyes sparkle madly, the grin in his face infectious now as he cries: “Sirius!”
For a moment Lily is confused, but then a distant voice cries back: “What?”
All those cries alert the enemy to their presence, so now more spells are flying. Lily holds James’ arms as she deflects spell after spell, protecting his back and unwilling to stand apart from him and miss him in the midst of all that confusion.
“Marry us!” James asks, immediately pulling them down when a green spell flies above them.
“Now?” Sirius asks out of breath, appearing next to them and casting his patronus to repeal a dementor. “We are a little busy—how about tomorrow?”
“There might be no tomorrow,” Lily replies, so used to putting herself in danger that her words don’t even sound ominous.
“Puts a whole new meaning for until death do us apart,” James agrees, for a tiny second sharing a grim smile with her before they are distracted again.
“Fine!” By now, Lily is sure that Sirius just accepts when his friends act crazy. “Dear members of the Order—watch out, Alastor!—disgusting wedding crashers Death Eaters, we are gathered here today—Ah!”
Sirius lets out a cry, vanishing behind a puff of smoke.
“Just say your vows!” he says. “I’ll be right back!”
James casts the strongest Shield Charm Lily has ever seen before he turns to her.
“Lily Evans, I’ve loved you since before I knew what love was and I’ll keep loving you long after I stop breathing. Do you give me the highest honour of being your husband?”
She beams. “I do. James Potter, when I think about tomorrow, I think of sharing it with you. Every morning and every night until time ceases to exist. Do you take me to be your wife?”
“I do,” he whispers.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife!” comes Sirius’ loud voice at some point to their left. “You may—ah, just die, Avery—you may—hello, cousin!—just kiss!”
They turn to each other just as the Shield Charm crashes around them and a swarm of dementors close around them.
Lily and James join hands. “Expecto Patronum!”
The doe and the stag emerge from their wands, their lights easily overcoming the darkness of the dementors and Lily turns to James. Under the white light around them, his eyes are clear, the pupil barely visible, and she can read all his emotions easily; it’s a mirror for hers.
They move at the same time, hands still holding their wands in a protective gesture and lips searching for the other desperately. It can’t take long—they are still in a battle after all—but that kiss seems to last forever. It’s a promise, Lily thinks. It’s a hope.
A beam of light explodes next to them and Sirius comes running, his wand ready to defend them again. “You owe me a big party, Mr and Mrs Potter,” he declares.
“Let’s survive today and we will give you one tomorrow, Pads,” James says simply, and Lily quite agrees with her husband.
Prisoner of Azkaban
Harry, in the shack, meeting Sirius: Do you trust him…
Remus: I absolutely trust him.
Hermione: He’s not some kind of maniac, right?
Remus:
Remus: … I absolutely trust him.
Number 45 pleassseeee
Lily with Kid Harry - let’s pretend her and James didn’t die
Thank you so much!!!!!!! X
A/N: Again, so sorry this took so long- hope you like it!!
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Lily sighed in defeat, waving her wand to reassemble the screen door and broken dishes. “You’re just like your father.”
“Why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing?” Harry asked curiously while adjusting his spectacles.
She smiled, reaching over and ruffling his hair. “It’s not, except for when you crash through the door, fly around the house and break anything above the ground.”
Harry, who understood he took things too far but also enjoyed it, offered a quiet, “Sorry, Mum.”
Lily laughed at the lack of guilt in his apology, but accepted it nonetheless. “It’s alright, love, just try to remember we have a backyard for a reason.”
“Uncle Remus says I’m more like you than Dad,” Harry noted, reaching over for a biscuit.
“Does he now?”
He popped the biscuit in his mouth and nodded.
“And what do you think?”
Harry thought hard while chewing, glancing thoughtfully upward. Once he swallowed he said, “I think...I’m most like Sirius.”
“Oh, Merlin, he’d hold that over your father’s head forever if he heard that,” Lily told him. “Keep that between us, yeah?”
He shrugged. “Sure. When’s Dad gonna be home?”
Lily glanced at her watch. “In about a quarter hour?”
“Ok, cool. Well, see you later,” he said suddenly, grabbing his training broom and turning towards the stairs to go to his room.
“Hold on there,” she said, her tone one that she knew Harry would recognize and obey. He turned to her and she continued. “Why did you want to know when Dad would be home?”
“Er,” Harry mumbled, running a hand through his hair like James did so often. She felt her heart melt every time she saw him mimic the habit. “Because I miss him?”
Lily narrowed her eyes at him. “So it’s not that there’s something you want to ask Dad permission for first so that he’s already on your side when you ask me?”
Harry chuckled nervously. “Well…”
“Well, what is it, then?” Lily asked. “C’mon, you can ask me anything.”
Harry sighed, walking back down the few stairs he had ascended. “Well, as you can see from tonight’s incident, I think I’ve outgrown my training broom, don’t you?”
She glared at him until he continued.
“And since it’s my birthday next month, I was wondering if maybe I could...well… finally get a real broom?”
Lily pursed her lips. “First years can’t join the Quidditch team, Harry. You know that.”
“I know,” he groaned, frustrated about that being a reality he has to face. “But there’s no Hogwarts rule about first years having brooms at all, is there? It’ll just be for practice, on weekends or something. There’ll be a real Quidditch pitch and everything, much bigger than our backyard!”
“The school has its own supply of brooms for students, you can practice on one of those.”
“Sirius said that all those brooms are rubbish and old,” Harry replied quietly. He then cleared his throat and tried to speak more confidently. “And if I’m going to try out for the team by next year, then I should probably get a good broom now so I have a whole lot of time to practice on it and know it so well that my try-outs go perfectly.”
“And waiting until, say, the end of the school year to get your own broom and have all summer to practice on it wouldn’t be enough?”
“Er...not really?”
Lily let out a reluctant laugh. “Harry-”
There was a noise behind her and suddenly the fireplace lit up green, and a moment later James popped through.
“Hello, beautiful family.”
“James!” Lily greeted him happily as he leaned in and kissed her. “You’re home a bit early.”
“Well, when you’re your own boss, you can do basically anything you want,” James smiled.
“You do that regardless,” she remarked. “Quite like your son over there.”
“Hi, Dad,” Harry said, the look on his face as if he just got caught eating more dessert than allowed.
James walked over and kissed the top of his son’s head. “Hey, kid. What is your mum implying there?”
“I, er, crashed through the back door and broke a few dishes before...the training broom got faulty again.”
“Or,” Lily chimed in, moving in closer to where they stood. “He overplayed just how faulty the training broom was in hopes that he can conspire with you to get a real broom.”
James barely acknowledged her accusation and addressed Harry. “Oh, you definitely need a real broom.”
“I do?” Harry perked up, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. “I mean, yeah, I do!”
“James,” hissed Lily. “He doesn’t need one yet, first years can’t even play.”
“Yeah, but he’ll need the year to really break it in and get comfortable, don’t you reckon?”
Harry crossed his arms and gave his mother a very pointed look, as if to say told you so. The slight hubris etched on his face was so like his father’s, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Fine, Harry, your father and I will discuss it further and possibly consider it. Good enough?”
He flashed a smile, hugged his dad and then ran up the stairs shouting, “Thanks, gonna shower before dinner!”
James let out a chuckle and, once they heard the bathroom door close, moved closer to his wife, snaking his arms around her waist before leaning down and kissing her again, though this time less chaste due to the lack of audience. When he pulled away he said very quietly, “I can’t believe you’re lying to your own son- and that you're going to keep it going for another month!”
“Well, I want him to be surprised,” she justified, putting a hand through her husband’s hair. “Think of how excited he’ll be when he realizes we got him a Nimbus for his birthday.”
“He’s going to lose his mind. He’s practically drooled over it every time we’ve passed the display in Diagon Alley.”
“He’s just like you,” Lily marveled again, hugging James tighter and burying her head against his chest.
She could hear the smile in James’s voice as he held her tighter and said, “Really? Sometimes he reminds me most of Sirius.”
James: Minnie you look absolutely purrfect this afternoon *winks*
Sirius: *dramtic gasp* I know, we’d be barking mad not to notice
Minerva: Silencio
James:
Sirius:
Minerva: Potter. Black. What’s wrong, cat got your tongue?
Chlorine
A fluffy little one-shot for @efkgirldetective's summer of jily week two prompt: swimming with friends // Today we're younger than we're ever gonna be <3
“What in Merlin’s name is that smell?” gagged Sirius, bringing his towel up to cover his nose.
Mary swotted him with a bright green foam noodle. “That’s just the chlorine, you knob. It’s a chemical Muggles use to keep the water clean.”
“The water’s not clean?” squeaked Peter, his beady eyes widening.
“Take a look around Pettigrew,” laughed Mary, gesturing wildly. “There are about a trillion little kids running around with saggy trunks and juice-stained mouths, it’s not exactly the Prefect’s bathroom here.”
The group of teenagers took a moment to survey their surroundings. Sirius was right, the thick summer air reeked of chlorine wafting from unnaturally electric blue swimming pools, packed with screaming children, brightly colored floaties, and haggard parents. Behind the main pool, reaching up to the sky, stood two impressive slides, winding and bending in every direction before opening up into a smaller basin. Once every minute, the slide discarded a new, squealing child into the water with an eruptive splash.
Lily eyed the Muggle kids with some trepidation. “Are we too old to be here?” she asked, eyes shifting as she clutched her copy of Herbology for Potioneers a little closer to her chest. “It feels like everyone else is about a decade younger than us.”
“Don’t worry too much about that, Evans,” said James, a bright smile aimed in her direction. “Today we’re younger than we’re ever going to be, anyway!” He nudged her affectionately, resulting in a rosy hue that spread across her cheeks as their bare shoulders made contact.
Do you ever just remember that Ginny Weasley fought the largest fragment of Voldemort’s soul when she was eleven years old, and damn near won?
She did win. Remember, Tom Riddle’s main objective was to drain her life force in order to return. When she got rid of the diary for the first time, she was in no more danger than anyone else. Just think about this; Tom Riddle was her best friend, one of the most charismatic individuals in history. He could make nearly anyone do what he wanted them to do through force or coercion, and yet Ginny threw him down a toilet. That could have been the end. There was nothing Tom could do if she didn’t continue writing - and for awhile, she didn’t. She did normal young lady things, like sending valentine messages to boys.
So, why was Ginny in so much trouble by the end? Because she, after beating him once, went and put herself in peril to fight him again when she realized that Harry was in danger. Riddle claims this was due to her not wanting him to find out what she’d been doing - which could be a plausible explanation, except that she herself tried to tell Harry exactly that. I think, based on what we know about Ginny’s character and personality, she didn’t steal back Tom Riddle’s diary to protect herself, she stole it back to protect Harry, and that’s how Tom got a foothold in her mind for the second time.
Happy early birthday Lauren!!! Have an amazing day, fellow June baby! For the BlackEvans drabble thing--
“sometimes we change our minds” and could you make this Lily overhearing James saying this to Sirius? Probably a tad bit angsty but 👀 you're queen of angst, surely you could manage!
Thank you so much Kat 🥰
She doesn't intend to eavesdrop. But certainly she can't be held accountable when she is merely searching the library for a book she needs for History of Magic and she happens upon a conversation on the other side of the shelves she's near.
"Sneak into Hogsmeade tonight?"
"Can't. I've told you I have patrols tonight."
"Right. How about tomorrow?"
"Quidditch."
"Day after?"
"Maybe."
"All right, Prongs, what's going on with you?"
"Nothing apart from general annoyance that you don't listen to me. If you're so intent on going, go yourself. Take Wormtail."
"Sure, fine. I'll take Wormtail if you like. But my charming disregard for your schedule is not the reason you're in a mood. What's wrong? Have a fight with Evans?"
Lily presses herself closer, edges around the end of the aisle. She can see the back of the heads of the two boys, hair equally black but differing greatly in elegance.
"No," says James, in a tone that indicates he has no interest in further conversation.
"How are things on that front, anyway? You two have been getting chummy since the start of term, with Heads duties and all that. Are you going to ask her to the first Hogsmeade weekend?"
For a Moment
As the late October breeze lifts and blows the red and golden leaves into tiny, swirling funnels, Lily thinks she has never seen an autumn so sad before. Oh, she knows it is her frame of mind, mostly, but really there is something in the air - maybe it’s James feeling so lost, or maybe it’s because Harry, usually such a happy child, has been so fussy lately…
The air around their happy home seems almost pregnant with dark meaning - and Lily makes sure to cook James’s favorite dinners and to make sure that they have things to entertain themselves with in the evenings. They haven’t had any contact with anyone in a while and she knows he misses his friends. She had hoped Peter might come by to see Harry again, but no such luck. Padfoot is off on his missions as is Moony, and she wishes their safety with every ounce of her being. Not just because of James, but because she loves them, too.
Lily knows the danger is out there. The reports they do get of the conflict just seem to be that much more dangerous - that much more serious. And she aches every time she thinks about the friends she has already lost and the friends they will continue to lose until someone puts an end to Voldemort’s tyranny.
Lily and James try not to talk about it too much - they allow themselves one hour in the morning to talk if they need to and then they are both pushing it all away and focusing on each other. On Harry. Lily cries sometimes to think of her young son, so innocent, so pure, so absolutely perfect in his imperfection and she thinks of him growing up to be a man in a better, safer place because of all the sacrifices they’re making now.
It is sometimes too overwhelming.
But then James makes her laugh, as he always does (as he always has), and they hold each other as they watch Harry playing with the cat or as he tries to catch the snitch his father has charmed to move slower, just for him. And Lily can almost believe that everything is normal - that they’re not in hiding - that someone isn’t trying to kill them or their son.
Lily is grateful for her family. For the happiness they manage to somehow fill the house up with - for the laughter her husband somehow manages to create, even though she can tell it is getting to him, too. And she is thankful for the way James looks at her, as they lie in bed at night, just watching each other. They do not talk with words, but with touches that lead to caresses and then kisses. He fills her heart with so much…love. Lily sometimes wishes she could use that love as a shield to protect everyone she cares about, but mostly to put it around the three of them so that no darkness can ever touch them…
She hears Harry fussing again in his crib and gets up to tend to him, not realizing James is already there. She stops in the doorway and watches her two boys - watches as James lifts Harry up and makes goofy faces at him, causing his son to laugh jubilantly. It is an amazing sound. Lily feels her heart catch and has to bite her lip to keep from bursting into tears, suddenly. James catches her gaze and whispers something to Harry which causes her son to reach out for his Mummy, still laughing, and Lily goes to them, needing to touch and hold them both.
Lily knows she has more than most people do in this war - protection, safety, the love of her husband and their wonderfully brilliant little boy who loves to laugh. And she knows it is more than enough - James whispers to her, nuzzles her as Harry makes gurgling noises at them and she is wrapped up into their love and her heart feels lighter, if only for a moment. And it is enough for today. For always.
i have a lot of headcanons about characters becoming teachers after graduating hogwarts. like, it's probably my favourite "after the plot is over and the war is won and they're supposed to go live happily ever after" trope.
give me professor sprout retiring not because she's tired and actually needs to, but because she wants to open the position so neville longbottom can take over. give me him always forgetting to put on his teacher robes and just teaching all day in a too big jumper and a dirt stained overall. him being the deputy headmaster and the head of gryffindor house, so respected as a war hero and a herbology academic that first years get intimidated, only to be greeted before the sorting ceremony by this short and cuddly looking guy with a kind smile and encouraging words to ease their nerves. him giving the best introductory class at the start of term and asking each student about their favourite plant, making everyone feel welcomed and appreciated, letting them know that it's okay to struggle and to come to him for help.
give me harry giving up on becoming an auror because at this point he's done with action and just wants to settle down, so he takes the DADA position. him teaching in flannels and leather jackets and ripped jeans and converses, because he's not used to wizard robes and finds them uncomfortable. unlike neville, the students don't break their awe and nervousness about being taught by The harry potter instantly upon meeting him, because his horrible resting bitch face still makes him seem intimidating and too serious, so the anxious looks and amazed whispers only stop during his first class when he actually starts talking and smiling and joking. him making almost every class be practical, putting music on and pushing the furniture against the wall, because it's best to learn defense on your feet than just by reading the theory from a book. him being the teacher that is focused and gets the work done but makes the students have so much fun while doing it that they all groan when his class is over. him doing his best to help and make the kids feel safe when they come to him about personal problems, offering a piece of chocolate before they leave and saying "eat, you'll feel better".
give me mcgonnagal FINALLY convincing professor binns to cross over to the afterlife and let someone younger and less socially outdated have the position. so susan bones comes and becomes the head of hufflepuff house, makes the history of magic classes interesting, shows the students that it's an extremely important subject that doesn't deserve to be dismissed as "boring" just because someone couldn't do it right. instead of falling asleep by the first ten minutes, the kids spend the whole time on the edge of their seats, attention gripped by her storyteller way of explaining different events. her giving the students freedom to interact with the narrative, encouraging them to raise their hands and share their thoughts, ask questions, give examples, tell their stories or the stories of people they know. her promoting debates about important historical points and socially relevant issues. when it's time to talk about contemporary history and the first and second wizarding wars, give me her inviting friends and acquaintances to tell their own stories.
give me justin finch-fletchley being one of the first ever muggleborn teachers, personally invited by mcgonnagal to take the transfiguration position. him being the complete opposite of what you would expect from someone who teaches such a methodical and complicated subject, with his outgoing and bubbly nature. the students feeling at ease in his class because they know that if they don't understand at first, they can always ask him later and he will patiently explain again. him joking around the classroom to demonstrate the spells, making the students laugh so much their stomachs hurt. him saying that it's okay to not succeed at first, or ever, because in the end what matters is that you tried and your grades don't define you.
the older teachers not being used to having such young colleagues, specially considering they were still students just a few years before, and developing the habit of calling them "the youngsters". in turn, neville, harry, susan and justin taking years to stop feeling weird about calling their former teachers by their first names.
them gossiping with flitwick and trelawney over cups of tea in the teachers room in between classes.
them being introduced to the decades-ongoing betting pool about the students' love lives and getting excited to participate.
them joking with hagrid during lunch at the teachers table.
them actively refusing to turn a blind eye to bullying in the school, overlook prejudiced comments or dismiss the students' mental health, because it's fresh in their minds how harmful that can be.
the students waving at them when they walk by because they're comfortable doing so, knowing they're supposed to respect their teachers, but not fear them.
them respecting their students' learning particularities and disabilities, advocating for squibs to be able to attend hogwarts because most classes don't even require actual casting of spells anyway, it's only a matter of adjusting timetables so they don't have to take those.
harry finally having the peace and quiet he deserves, no more fighting or saving anyone. just a steady life of stressing over teenagers and sipping tea in his office.
neville being the person he needed when he was younger, making sure his students never feel stupid or ridiculed. praising each of their achievements, no matter how small, and reminding then constantly that they're not a disappointment and that he's proud.
susan breaking the image of the softie hufflepuff, being the most serious and strict teacher, second only to mcgonnagal herself. her sense of justice will have her give a student a month of detention for making fun of someone's appearance and everyone knows that if you're caught cheating at her test your marks are fucked.
justin being amazing at teaching one of the hardest magical subjects and shutting up all the blood supremacists who think muggleborns are less capable. he was underestimated for a while into the transfiguration position, the older staff thought his humor and unusual way of teaching would get the students nowhere in such a meticulous class, but they were proven wrong when kids who wouldn't have looked twice at the subject ended up falling in love with it because of him.
just. give me characters becoming young teachers. barely into their twenties having to teach 11 to 17 year olds, and absolutely loving it. being people the students can look up and relate to. bringing a fresher point of view to an environment that usually just seeks to punish kids instead of understanding them. YOUNG TEACHERS AT HOGWARTS. PLEASE AND THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK.
on the run
When the Order of the Phoenix falls, James Potter and Lily Evans are stuck in hiding together after not talking to each other since their 7th year. They’re just kids, but sometimes, Lily feels like she’s much, much older.
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“What the fuck happened?”
Lily’s hands were on her hips as she gagged, trying to fight down the nausea that was threatening to overwhelm her.
“What the fuck happened?” James repeated, twisting around to face her. He spat on the ground and swiped at his mouth angrily. Her throat constricted and she quickly spun away, putting her hands on her knees. From behind her, James groaned as she heaved up the contents of her stomach. Thankfully, she had hardly eaten in the last twenty-four hours, and a few seconds later was able to straighten up, using the hem of her shirt to wipe her mouth.
There was a loud bang behind her, she spun back around, throwing up a shield instantly. A wave of heat washed over as she tried to get her bearings, fully expecting another attacker. Her stomach was still heaving, and the taste in her mouth made her want to gag again. Instead of an attacker, she saw James firing spell after spell into the forest surrounding them. His entire body was covered in sweat, and he was using his entire body to cast spells, grunting with the effort. She was too tired to stop him, knowing full well how stubborn he was, but the death eaters would find them soon if he kept it up.
Grabbing his hand tightly despite his protests, she twisted on her heel, apparating them to a beach, where a gust of wet wind greeted them. Dropping his hand, she twisted on her heel again and returned to the forest. The sucking sensation of the double apparation made her heave again, emptying out anything else that might have been in there. When she finally recovered, she restored the forest to its original state - dousing fires, transfiguring a boulder back into a bunny, and filling in a crater from a particularly strong ‘reducto’ spell. It took her a few minutes, but when she had done the best she could, she twisted on her heel again and arrived back at the beach.
James was sitting on a piece of driftwood a few meters away, but Lily didn’t move to join him. They were both in a state of shock, and she was in no mood to talk. Not even an hour ago, they had been talking to Peter about his upcoming birthday. There wasn’t much time to celebrate, but James had planned on throwing a small party with everyone who could make it. And then, not even ten minutes later, Peter had betrayed them. Death eaters had shown up at the Order of the Phoenix’s headquarters, Alice was dead, and the Order was finished.
Despite the temperature, Lily slipped her shoes off and rolled up her leggings enough to walk out into the ocean. The freezing water was biting, but it seemed to numb the pain and pull her out of her head, at least for a moment.
When the death eaters had arrived, Lily couldn’t believe her eyes. The order had various hideouts scattered about, and members knew about only a few at a time. The location of the headquarters was one of the more carefully kept secrets, and Lily had only been told about it three months ago. A few weeks later, Remus, James, Sirius, and Peter had all joined her. It wasn’t so much that they were all the Order’s best - they were young, and made lots of mistakes, but there were now fewer and fewer members.
Lily glanced down at her hands, finally noticing the various scraps she’d gotten. She took care of them in a few seconds, then glanced over at James. Earlier, she’d noticed a large cut above his eye, and now, she could see that he’d thrown a shabby patch over it. But it needed to be fixed, and James was shit at healing charms. Grudgingly, she made her way over to him.
He was seated in the same position, uncharacteristically still and staring at the ocean. Lily didn’t even say a word at him, jutting her chin towards his head and pulling out her wand. She removed his patch within a few seconds, and then slowly moved her wand over the wound as the skin stitched itself back together. When she was done, her hands dropped to her sides, and she moved a few steps away, sitting down heavily on the sand.
There was a gruff “thanks”, from behind her, but Lily didn’t even acknowledge it.
“The order is finished.” James’ voice was hollow and hoarse.
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When the rain came crashing
I got this idea from here, it was a post made on gryffindormischief blog.
((AU Lily’s touring fancy British country houses and somehow ends up at James’ (a la pride and prejudice) and there’s so much fluff and awkward babies))
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Lily Evans had just gotten off the Hogwarts Express, officially finishing her 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had been an interesting year, dealing with NEWT course and whatnot. Even now that all her finals were finished, Lily couldn’t quite shake off the nervous feeling inside her. What if she failed all her exams?! What if she failed all her course and wouldn’t be allowed back at Hogwarts next year!!? What if-!
“Ouff! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see yo- Potter?!”
“Nice to see you too Evans”
“Just watch where you’re going next time!” Lily exclaimed, trying to walk around the tall boy.
“Oh, so you plan on running into me a second time? Don’t worry Lily love, I’ll be there to catch you again!” Potter replied cockily, sending a wink her way before running towards his friends.
Lily rolled her eyes but didn’t bother shouting at him, instead, she simply continued her walk down the platform in hope of finding her parents. She waved goodbye to other students and friends she saw along the way before she heard the sounds of her mother’s voice calling her.
“Lily! overhear darling!”
The ginger girl happily ran up into the woman’s arms, sinking into her mothers embrace she so dearly missed.
“What? Nothing for your dear father?” Her dad teased lightly, snatching Lily in his arms and into a great bear hug.
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I like to think that they got ready for the Yule ball together - we already know that Hermione didn’t get ready in her dormitory, so I like to think that she went to Ginny’s!
