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Baby’s first Wolfstar drawing ✨

Remus is so bi I don’t know what to tell you. I adore him and his little dad sweaters and his long limbs sprawled all over the place. I like drawing them happy because it hurts otherwise. Also no lie I adore Remus and Tonks together too ya know? Plus Teddy is such a treat of character potential I dunno! Just thoughts.

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Remus & Sirius. I just finished reading mskingbean89/@lobsterbang‘s “All the young dudes” on AO3. God, it broke me, but it’s wonderful and funny and sad… So this is for them- and for myself to cope with the heartbreak haha

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I just read “Hufflepuff isn’t a house where you can stick people who don’t fit in the other houses”

But the thing is? It literally it is, Helga Hufflepuff said she would take the rest.

She preferred the loyal and hardworking for her house, but felt that everyone should have a chance. Not a Gryffindor, a Slytherin, or a Ravenclaw? Not a loyal, hardworking Hufflepuff either?

Well that’s okay. Helga Hufflepuff founded her house believing anyone should be given a chance at Hogwarts. Those four archetypes aren’t all that matter, and if you don’t fit any of them Hufflepuff will still welcome you.

Godric/Rowena/Salazar were perfectly happy to say “You don’t fit into our houses, you can’t come to Hogwarts” and it was only Helga who was willing to say “You might not fit my ideals of a student, but you can still be in my house”

Like. I think that’s super cool. I don’t like it when people shoehorn Hufflepuff into being one and the same like the rest of the houses, sure, loyalty, hardworking, kindness.. that’s the priority.. but it’s truly a place for everyone. And that’s where Hufflepuff’s kindness shines the most.

‘I’ll teach the lot And treat them just the same.’

‘Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest and taught them all she knew’

Hufflepuff’s pride as a house comes not only from loyalty, hardworking, toil, and kindness, but from diversity. Something the other founders did not realize the importance of.

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Just another gem from @nopunattempted

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he’s not used to being bad at stuff…

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“This is called a chord.”

“How the fuck do you get your fingers jumbled together like that?”

“Language.”

“Why can’t I just place them like this, this makes more sense.”

“Because that’s—“

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“Merlin, that sounds awful.”

“…that’s just a mess of notes.”

“Isn’t that just music in general, Galliano?”

“I appreciate the philosophy, but no. And it’s Gimeno.”

“What?”

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“My name is Gimeno. Try again, you’ve almost got it.”

“Bollocks and hell. You sure I’ll need this one to play Joni Mitchell?”

“Language. Yes, you’ll need this one play almost anything, it’s A major.”

“A major pain the arse, more like.”

…

“Hey, hey! No drinking on the clock! You’re supposed to be teaching me!”

“You aren’t paying me, Soren.”

“…Did people make jokes in the Renaissance, or have you lot learned from the students?”

“A bit of both. Now try again.”

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“…Better.”

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Talk to me about the way Remus views his transformations at different points during his life

This is a broad question, but I’ll do my best. I think I’ll break it down into the major segments for ease.

Early ChildhoodThis portion of his life should really be broken down into two, but the thing that it’s all much of the same: after the initial terror of those very first transformations, the main theme of this portion would be adjustment. Or, more aptly, acceptance.

I don’t think it was proper acceptance, though. I think Hope and Lyall went through the stages of grief, and did eventually settle on acceptance after a long time. But the thing about this sort of thing is that you can’t face it and say, “I can’t change this, so I’m going to have to deal with it,” because the upheaval makes it hard for people to come to terms with it It takes a long time. I think that they would have just gotten used to it rather than face it head on, even if I believe they did try to deal with it at face value.

I don’t think Remus, though, went through the same process. He likely experienced the five stages of grief as well, but for someone so young it would have been much harder to process what was happening to him. Especially since his parents were learning about lycanthropy with him, there was more than likely this period of time where none of them knew how to comfort the others when they needed it most. The problem, of course, is that Remus is experiencing lycanthropy firsthand. But his parents are experiencing it second hand (and Hope and Lyall are further apart even still, with different backgrounds informing their worldviews on the disease). And for a child who had previously known only happiness, that (completely understandable) period in the family could easily have been as traumatic as the first couple of transformations.

During this point in his life, I think Remus was confused, and I think he was angry. He has no context for what is happening to him and his life, he has no idea why his parents aren’t able to help him in the ways he needs (which isn’t to say that they weren’t able to help him and that they didn’t love him (that means Lyall too)), and I think if ever there were a time for Remus to actually act out and cause trouble that this was more than an appropriate time. He viewed his transformations with terror and anger, I think, something which lessened as he grew older but would not ever go away. (The anger I think he was more able to deal with as he got older, and it changed from “why is this happening to me, please make it stop, why can’t I stop it, why can’t my parents stop it” to more, “I hate that I have no control over this and that it impacts my life in ways that I could never have predicted or wished on my enemies, and I resent the fact that I will never be able to do anything about it.”)

As the family (and Remus) learned how to deal with their new reality, how to care for Remus and what that meant, they must also have experienced rather quickly that lycanthropy was, sadly, not just about Remus. While Remus was learning about what it meant to be a werewolf, he and his family were learning about what it meant in the eyes of others. The discrimination and hate that they encountered would suddenly be applied to them. Due to the Baader-Meinhof effect, they would suddenly be noticing a lot more to do with werewolves in their daily lives, and the subconscious collective hate the wizarding (and frankly, Muggle) world have for werewolves would be overwhelmingly apparent. Remus, who never had to think of werewolves much before except in stories, is suddenly very aware of how monstrous they are in all the tales. Hope goes back through her memories of legends of the slain werewolves in folklore, and how they would pull whole children from their bellies. Lyall realizes how many mechanisms of hate there are, and the entire family is suddenly aware of how many people think of werewolves as a creature deserving of destruction when their little boy is proof to the contrary–their little boy, who now hears stories of how people think people like him should be put to death, or worse.

Suffice it to say, these years are not easy for the Lupins.

Which means by the time Dumbledore comes around, they are naturally defensive and suspicious. But Remus and Dumbledore himself are able to win over the day, entering into phase 2:

Hogwarts

This period sees a strange, positive turn around for Remus and how he views his transformations. He enters Hogwarts with the fearful mindset of his parents, purposefully clinging to what is safe and knowing he could be expelled but fearing worse in the form of retaliation from his peers or from society. Skipping over the shock and the slow acceptance of his friends’ knowledge of his lycanthropy, the mere fact that they didn’t abandon him is what I think pushes Remus just a little bit to let them in. They, in turn, continue to be a support that Remus never knew he needed. His parents love and support him unconditionally, but… they’re his parents. But his friends? They’re real people who think Remus is really cool, and they make him laugh and–and they want to help. They give Remus the confidence and a new kind of safety net that he needed to explore being Remus the kid, versus just Remus the werewolf. His trust in them leads him to even explore that, too–to allow his friends to help, to become animagi and to eventually enter a locked room with a fully realized werewolf. The levels of love and trust must have been so deep, so unbreakable, for someone who lived his entire life knowing he would find only rejection to allow these people to literally be in the room with him, one wrong move away from his worst nightmare of killing everyone.

It’s this confidence Professor Lupin shudders to think about, because it meant that he trusted three teenage boys with his safety and the safety of the entire school while they tromped illegally around the grounds with a bloodthirsty werewolf. We see Remus darken at Sirius’ “I wish it were full moon” with that salty, “You might,” comment, but Remus would not have allowed them to be with him or do take him from the Shack if he weren’t okay with it on some level because of that trust. (Of course, I think that exchange from them also happens post SWM, so that’s something to keep in mind as well.) But what I think is most important to remember about this period is that eventually Remus grew from that fearful young child to a young adult who could openly joke about his condition in public (albeit privately). “He’s sitting in my chair, his name’s Remus Lupin…”.

So as far as what he thinks of his transformations? I think Remus continued to fear them and loathe them, but the cushion provided by his friends meant that he was able to relax. His friends would have challenged the notion in Remus’ head that he was worth nothing because of what he was, and Remus would have been able to look beyond the month to month cycle of living and begin to think beyond Hogwarts. Not only would he have had less terror in dealing with his transformations, but about the prolonged impact they would have on his life as well. He did not like it, of course, but he knew he had his friends to help support him if he got into dire straights and his own efforts didn’t succeed, something which he had never had under his parents’ watchful gaze because they couldn’t guarantee it like his friends could.

During and Post War

This certainty was stripped away during the war, though. Certainly when James and Lily went into hiding, but even before that point his friends had become less reliable for transformations through no fault of their own. Everyone understood that the fight came first, and for the first time Remus was dealing with transformations sometimes entirely on his own whereas before he had his parents, Madam Pomfrey, and his friends.

I think this was a time when Remus reassessed his future daily. The stress and the fact that he was once again alone while Moony meant that transformations were much harder, and he probably began to imagine himself as an older man struggling with his joints and the pains his illness left over for far longer than they used to even a year before. Remus fears what’s to come from him as his human body eventually begins to reflect the damage both time and constant restructuring does to a person.

This is when his friends die. Separately from the grief of their loss, I think this would also have been a blow for Remus’ stability that he was very aware of as well, and I think this is a point in his life where he sees no future for himself. Without the buffer of his friends’ love and support, I think the insecurities he carried from childhood were allowed to regrow and morph into the very adult fears we see him bear until his death. His friends provided doubt–doubt that maybe he would be okay and maybe he wasn’t a monster. And without them, the reality of it made Remus feel foolish: of course he was a monster, of course he was never going to be okay. More than the transformations, this also meant that Remus faced BEING a werewolf alone. The prejudices he encountered were bearable with a support network, but without one, they were nothing but water to drown him.

This time would have been one of true self loathing, in addition to the fear and the anger.

Hogwarts Part 2

This part, of course, we can keep short because we know so much. Remus hates his transformations and his greatest fear is still killing someone when out of his right mind. But the wolfsbane potion is a curious invention that he can finally experience for himself, and he won’t deny that he’s curious.

Personally, I don’t think he cared for it because of the dysphoria and so on. But I think he loved it, and that was grateful: Remus describes being able to curl up in his office and go to sleep. This automatically tells us that he felt comfortable enough not to go to the Shack (though he probably did for the first while), and we can guess that it was far less stressful on him physically to both sleep through the night and to be whole in the morning. It still took him a whole day or more to recover, which given that these are the mildest transformations from him means that without the potion he would be so much worse off. But I think this must have been a huge burden off of his shoulders, and that there was a time, for a short while, when Remus was okay with what was happening.

Spying for Dumbledore

This portion of time would again bring up the self-loathing Remus keeps close, but without the wolfsbane potion Remus would have had a hard readjustment period where he remembered very quickly what it was like without. Transforming with the werewolf colonies was probably something Remus loathed and felt disgusted by, and he needed that sense of duty to keep him on the path because the werewolves in the colonies were probably exactly what people had always described werewolves to be. Not that they all were, of course, but according to Remus himself many of the werewolves serve Voldemort because they believe wizardkind will never accept them and that better conditions will never be possible. Violence and theft and all sorts of gruesome things are the reality in these camps because they are inhabited by people who have been given up on, and thus given up themselves. To transform with them and to try and be one of them must have been difficult for Remus, and I think he loathed full moons especially now because it wasn’t just a private affair anymore.

It’s worth mentioning that Sirius is back for a brief time here as well, and while I don’t think they went back to their old shenanigans, I think Sirius did accompany Remus on several full moons when they were able to do so and that it helped them both.

Tonks deserves mentioning as her own segment of time, as well, because she brings back the support network that Sirius and the others did long before. She doesn’t change what happens to him and so his opinion doesn’t change, but I feel like there’s some new shame that appears when Remus is actually in love with the person who wants to help. He’s afraid to ask Tonks what she thinks because as an Order member she knows about him. He’s ashamed to bring it up, and suddenly he doesn’t want anyone perceiving that he’s weak when he’s feeling the effects of the moon. I think there was a level of embarrassment here, possibly, that he didn’t feel before because it didn’t matter the same way with other people. That further drives the spike of shame and self-loathing deeper into his heart, naturally.

But again, this doesn’t change how Remus perceives his transformations. Overall, this period during the second war was much like the first, but Remus was better able to be prepared for his transformations on the run because he had had the experience.

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So obviously this is just a rough collection of thoughts, and I encourage anyone who wishes to add on their thoughts to do so!

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Can we all take a moment for Molly Weasley who knew her family so fucking well, she had “prison” as one of the options on her clock that told her where everyone was.

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Well to be fair to Molly: Arthur, regularly tinkered with enchanting muggle things, against the law Bill, curse breaker and tomb raider for private (goblin run) corporation. Almost certainly has raided tombs that the Egyptian MoM and muggle government weren’t happy about. Charlie: illegal dragon smuggler with buddies on the weekends, apparently. Fred and George. Enough said. Ron is best friends with Harry Potter. Harry is always on some Bull Shit. Ginny idolized the Twins growing up. Literally the only person who she doesn’t have to worry about getting arrested on a daily basis is Percy. Who commits treason in the 7th book.

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Also, to be fair -

Molly Weasley, who literally razed the ground beneath her feet in a duel to the death with Voldemort’s most devoted lieutenant.

Molly Prewett, a Gryffindor who knew enough about potions to have brewed illicit love potions on the sly during school.

Molly Prewett, who grew up with two older, clever twin brothers prone to getting into trouble - and who, on at least one occasion, slipped by the teachers to sneak back into her dorm at 4 in the morning when her boyfriend, Arthur Weasley, got caught out.

Forget the rest of the family - Molly knows herself. The kids don’t get all that trouble-making from just their father.

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i got a couple of requests for the marauders so…here!

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The other day, I wondered how the world of Harry Potter would be different if all students were sorted every year, rather than only in their first. So I wrote this.

Little is changed from Harry Potter’s first year at Hogwarts. Still he sits under that hat, thinking, not Slytherin; still the Hat considers his potential before sending him to Gryffindor. Still he is joined in Gryffindor by Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, still the Slytherin he so feared to be in will hold Draco Malfoy. Little is different about the placement of the older students, for all the Sorting Ceremony is made longer, and the Hat’s song a little changed, with their participation. Fred and George Weasley, like their younger brother, are still in Gryffindor. Ambitious Percy Weasley may be in Slytherin by now, maybe not yet, but he is a Prefect regardless. Oliver Wood or someone like him will still be Harry’s first Quidditch Captain.

In Harry’s second year, he and Ron are in more trouble than ever for missing the Sorting Ceremony. Now the Hat must be got out again to Sort these two boys who have caused such a stir, to confirm what surprises no one: both will remain in Gryffindor this year. (This time, Harry is once again thinking his wishes to the Hat, but instead of not Slytherin, he is pleading, Gryffindor, Gryffindor – picturing the warm Gryffindor common room that is the first home he has ever known, the first place that has welcomed him rather than shut him away. The hat, once again, obeys his wishes.) Both boys are relieved to find their House much the same as they left it; Hermione Granger is in their midst again, joined by Ron’s shy little sister Ginny.

Neville Longbottom, who had been plagued throughout his first year in Gryffindor by doubt as to his right to be there, is with them again, too. They missed his silent drama at the Ceremony, too, as the boy sat under the Hat that could see into his mind and reflected on the end of term. He had remembered standing up to the three classmates he thought he could call his friends, only to be left behind – hexed, as he so often was, ridiculed. More proof that he did not belong in the brave House. But he remembered, too, Dumbledore’s voice at the end-of-year feast – praising him for doing what was hard. He remembered being awarded House points for this simple act, and with the meagre sum, winning Gryffindor the House Cup. That heady feeling of being, for just one moment, a celebrated hero – that was like nothing else. That was worth a year and more of self-doubt. So Neville now unpacked his bags in the Gryffindor dormitories again, and, like Harry, he felt for the first time that he was home.

Harry has grown complacent, all his friends staying with him from his first year to his second. He hears the warnings of the older students on his Quidditch team (some of whom go from one House’s team to the next from year to year), the reminders that he will need to make new friends soon, but he does not really believe them. He cannot imagine his world changing even more than it has.

This is why he feels as though his stomach has dropped out of his body, as though he has fallen into some bottomless pit, when things change in his third year. He is still in Gryffindor, yes, and still with Ron, thank goodness for that, but Hermione Granger is no longer of their House. Hermione, who spent the last term of her second year as a statue, whose research was the only part of her that got to be a part of the battle in the Chamber of Secrets, who scrambled and sweated when she was unpetrified to pass all her courses in the remaining days of term – despite the promises of the administration that classes missed by the basilisk’s victims would not be held against their grades. Hermione, who had been called an “insufferable know-it-all” so many times that it had almost stopped hurting, who had felt so frustrated with the cavalier attitude her fellow Gryffindors took to classwork. She was now a Ravenclaw, the blue insignia on her robes matching that of Ginny Weasley, who seemed to have shrunk in on herself after the events of last term. (Ginny, like Harry in his first year, sat under the Hat in her second year thinking not Slytherin, not Slytherin, but then she had paused, and thought, not Gryffindor, too, because Riddle had possessed her despite her red-and-gold robes, and because she did not feel brave.)

Ginny, Hermione, and Luna Lovegood (here is one girl the Hat cannot imagine placing anywhere but Ravenclaw, though it will surprise itself in years to come) soon find each other in the Ravenclaw common room, and form an odd, but tight, bond over the first few weeks of term. Hermione finds that it is nice to have close friends who are girls; she never had this in her two years in Gryffindor. She still finds time to talk to Harry, to help him with an essay in the library or to keep him company on restless Hogsmeade weekends or to walk with him to Hagrid’s hut. They are still friends, and good ones; no disparity of House can change the bond forged in fighting a mountain troll together, and all they have been through together since.

She explains this, at last, to Ron Weasley in the days before Christmas vacation, when the dark looks he has been sending her all term finally come to a head in a shouting match outside the Divination tower. Ron, too quick to view matters in black and white, had seen her Ravenclaw badge as a betrayal, a defection. Had imagined that this was her choice, rather than the honest assessment of the Hat. Had felt left behind, discarded, second-rate, dismissed like his brothers’ hand-me-down robes that he wore. With Harry to remind him not to be an ass, to remind Hermione that Ron was always like this, they made up soon enough. Hermione laughed and called Ron an idiot, but fondly; and he laughed back, and told her that the blue and silver only made her look more the nerd. The trio were reunited, even if they were in different houses.

And, after that fight at least, perhaps the difference of house was a blessing in disguise. Crookshanks could not worry at Ron’s rat when they lived in different common rooms. There was no fight between Ron and Hermione about their pets; when Scabbers went missing, there was no talk of foul play, only an agreement between the three friends that they would try to find him. The three were still present in the Shrieking Shack, two Gryffindor children and one Ravenclaw, to bear witness to the true identity of Scabbers, to bear witness to the reunion of the three living Marauders. They still saved Buckbeak; they still lost Pettigrew.

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When he hears the door slam open, Sirius is frozen.

He knows it’s one of those nights. Nights where Walburga came home, reeking of alcohol and begging for blood. He can’t stop himself from freezing, that bitter taste of panic rising in his throat as he swallows down hard against it.

He’s 14 years old, and his greatest fear is his mother.

He scoffs at himself, at the cowardice that accompanied the words. He knows that he should do something, that he should move from this goddamn spot in the hallway, but he can’t. For a moment, he feels his gaze draw to the lines of even, white scars on his legs, before he snaps back into the present.

When his mother shouts from the kitchen, he is ready.

He heads down the stairs, each step an eternity. The kitchen is dark, stone blocks absorbing every last bit of light. Sirius notices the glint of the copper pans on the wall, the position of the pots on the shelves, as he turns his attention towards the people in the room.

Regulus is there already, back straight, dark hair perfectly combed, and Sirius scoffs slightly. Regulus had always been the favourite, the prince in name and blood. Sirius was the outsider, the forgotten, bastard heir, broken glass next to his brother’s beauty.

Walburga was there too, pacing up and down along the counter. Sirius leans against the wall, deliberately slouching his shoulders.

They all knew how the night was going to turn out. It would end in screaming and cursing and blood being spilled on those stone floors.

Sirius keeps his head high, even as he leans against the wall. He tracks Walburga’s movements, the way her fingers brushed the handle of her wand. Yes, he had a very good idea of how the night was going to end indeed.

Walburga’s voice is tight when she speaks. “So. Regulus.”

Sirius’ heart jolts as she mentions Regulus’ name. There was no reasoning with her then, no chance of peace. He glances over, sees Regulus’ terrified face.

Walburga continues, her voice clipped. “I just received a letter from school. Apparently, you were hexing Muggle-borns.” She grimaces. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Regulus is stuff, his voice even. “I don’t see why this is a problem, Mother.”

Walburga laughs, her hand brushing her wand once again. “Oh, I’m not mad that you were hexing muggles, Regulus. I’m mad that you got caught.”

Sirius takes a breath, his heart hammering in his chest. He knows how this is going to play out - he’s seen it happen enough. Walburga was furious, her anger amplified by the alcohol. Sirius could already see the spell, the way she would flick her wand to unleash her fury upon Regulus. He glances over at Regulus, noting the tightness of his face, how his skin was drawn and pale. They both knew what was coming, how the screams would echo around the room.

Regulus’ eyes met Sirius’, wide and desperate and pleading. A bitter chuckle escapes Sirius as he looks down. It was the same cycle, over and over again, because Sirius could not leave his brother.

Because no matter how much Sirius hated his family, no matter how much Sirius hated the blood running through his veins, he could not abandon his brother. In the end, they would always protect each other.

So Sirius smirks, shoving the fear away deep inside of him. “Becoming a mudblood-lover, Mum?”

The first thing he sees is Regulus’ face, sees the colour filling his cheeks again. He watched as Regulus slumps back, so slightly, into his chair, and Sirius can breathe again, because his brother is safe.

The relief is short-lived though, as he sees Walburga stiffen, her fingers flying to her wand. And Sirius knows, knows the spells she is going to use, just by the way she stands, by the way she glares, by the way she holds her wand. He’s seen it enough times in his dreams, scars and slashes and bleeding, broken lines.

For a moment, he flashes back, to a conversation he had with Remus, long ago. They were sitting on Remus’ bed, the night after a full moon, as Sirius whispered, “What does it feel like? To transform?”

Remus had sighed, his face dropping. “Shit, Pads. It…it hurts. It’s like…your bones are ripped apart. Your skin is being torn off. Pain is pain, Pads. That’s all there is.”

Sirius had cursed, low and vicious, as Remus continued. “But the worst part is…is that there is no escape. Like, it’s not even like you are suffering for anything. It just…hurts. And there is no way to escape it.”

And Sirius knows, deep down, that this is nothing. That he may be a broken prince, that he may be a bastard child, but he was still a Black, and that had to count for something.

So, Sirius bit down, against the pain and the blood and the screaming. The last thing he saw was the dark eyes of the brother that he saved before he fell backwards and the darkness swept in.

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To heal, or not to heal

JK couldn’t be bothered to give Euphemia Potter a backstory so I did it for her. 2400-ish words.

To heal, or not to heal.

The mad Muggle theater production Fleamont had dragged her to the night before had been on her mind all day. Euphemia, halfway through her shift in Injuries, laughed at her own play on words. The question—whether or not to heal—had never been one she’d considered asking herself.

She’d been born to heal, groomed for it since birth.

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Her room is so dark she can’t see her hand waving in front of her face, and Euphemia was absolutely positive that a boggart—bent on stealing Dolly, probably—lay in wait under her four poster. She knew this because his whispers had woken her up, and because she could still hear them. She grabbed her coverlet with her two small fists and yanked hard as she could to free the edges from the corner posts. When it finally pulled free, the force caused her to fall back against the headboard. After rubbing the back of her head, she buried herself beneath the linens—here, at least, it was safe and warm. Though she felt neither, because even under the covers aren’t as good as her mum’s arms.

In fact, Euphemia missed Mummy more than she’d ever missed anything, ever, in the terrible long history of the world. Or at least in her living memory, which, at five-years-old, isn’t quite as long as all that.

But her mother had passed on, and while it was all terribly confusing, the gravity of the situation is finally beginning to settle in her heart. Her Mummy would not come, because she could not, just as she had not for the past eleven nights. Euphemia Louise didn’t have a name for it, this feeling, but a grown up might call it loneliness.

In his moment, she realized that the whispering was not whispering at all, but the echo of a normal voice coming from the corridor rather than from under her bed. More pressing, the voice belonged to Grandmum Dearborn.

She missed her mother terribly, but grandmum was the next best thing.

More than likely—logically, which her father had explained to mean thinking hard about things instead of just feeling them—no boggart was hiding under her bed. Just to be sure, and safe, Euphemia stood, stockings slipping down past one knee, and jumped as far as she could into the middle of the room. She landed ungraciously, limbs sprawled in every direction, but the plush carpet softened the blow. She gathered herself, straightened her nightdress—Dolly’s, too—and then darted for the door.

She remembered just in time that she ought to be in bed. Always better to avoid a scolding than catch one, she stopped just shy of the cracked door and peered out into the hall. Empty. She opened the door slowly, to avoid a heavy creak, and padded on tiptoes toward the edge of the stairs.

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allthatwooloo

harry’s behavior in order of the phoenix was ptsd you jerks

oyevans

let’s remember that sirius was going through this too

jilylicious

and a small reminder that both sirius and harry have a lot more issues rooting from their childhood, too

flo-nelja

I think that Cho’s behaviour was this too, or at maybe depression.

sazandorable

In OotP, some of it was canonically Voldemort’s influence, IIRC? Obviously he is also grieving and having nightmares from PTSD, but I recall either the book or JK stating that stuff like the anger, arrogance, violent reactions, at least, came from Voldemort? (I’m not saying that’s great :/ just canon facts I remember - i might be wrong?)

But yeah, Cho and Sirius are also going through extremely rough times during that same time period and I also recall a lot of the characters around them… not getting that.

Not to mention the signs of Harry’s abusive upbringing that he’s been showing since book one.

jilylicious

yup, he is reflecting what voldemort is feeling as well but I would argue that his situation at that time made it much much worse

I don’t think it would be only Voldemort bc I wouldn’t even want to imagine what it must feel like for a 15 year old to be not believed in after seeing a friend get murdered by someone your parents once trusted and seeing the man who killed your parents in coldblood come back to life like damn, it would be weird if he didn’t act out

also, cho is getting a lot of shit unfortunate for the way she acted after cedric died because people be crazy