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Remus Lupin’s Werewolf Shifts (during 1971-1978)

This is a full calendar marking the times that Remus Lupin has had to shift during his Hogwarts years.

Year 1: Sunday, 5 September 1971, 05:02:24 am Monday, 4 October 1971, 01:19:30 pm Tuesday, 2 November 1971, 10:19:24 pm Thursday, 2 December 1971, 08:48:06 am Friday, 31 December 1971, 09:19:30 pm Sunday, 30 January 1972, 11:58:12 am Tuesday, 29 February 1972, 04:11:54 am Wednesday, 29 March 1972, 09:05:30 pm Friday, 28 April 1972, 01:44:30 pm Sunday, 28 May 1972, 05:27:36 am

Year 2: Saturday, 23 September 1972, 05:06:42 am Sunday, 22 October 1972, 02:25:00 pm Tuesday, 21 November 1972, 12:06:30 am Wednesday, 20 December 1972, 10:45:06 am Thursday, 18 January 1973, 10:28:24 pm Saturday, 17 February 1973, 11:07:00 am Monday, 19 March 1973, 12:33:24 am Tuesday, 17 April 1973, 02:50:30 pm Thursday, 17 May 1973, 05:58:00 am Friday, 15 June 1973, 09:34:36 pm

Year 3: Wednesday, 12 September 1973, 04:16:18 pm Friday, 12 October 1973, 04:09:00 am Saturday, 10 November 1973, 03:26:42 pm Monday, 10 December 1973, 02:34:36 am Tuesday, 8 January 1974, 01:36:18 pm Thursday, 7 February 1974, 12:24:12 am Friday, 8 March 1974, 11:02:54 am Saturday, 6 April 1974, 10:00:18 pm Monday, 6 May 1974, 09:54:30 am Tuesday, 4 June 1974, 11:09:36 pm

Year 4: Sunday, 1 September 1974, 08:24:48 pm Tuesday, 1 October 1974, 11:37:54 am Thursday, 31 October 1974, 02:19:00 am Friday, 29 November 1974, 04:10:06 pm Sunday, 29 December 1974, 04:50:48 am Monday, 27 January 1975, 04:09:24 pm Wednesday, 26 February 1975, 02:14:30 am Thursday, 27 March 1975, 11:36:00 am Friday, 25 April 1975, 08:54:54 pm Sunday, 25 May 1975, 06:50:36 am

Year 5 (Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew join): Saturday, 20 September 1975, 12:50:24 pm Monday, 20 October 1975, 06:05:42 am Tuesday, 18 November 1975, 11:28:12 pm Thursday, 18 December 1975, 03:39:30 pm Saturday, 17 January 1976, 05:46:54 am Sunday, 15 February 1976, 05:43:18 pm Tuesday, 16 March 1976, 03:52:42 am Wednesday, 14 April 1976, 12:48:42 pm Thursday, 13 May 1976, 09:04:00 pm Saturday, 12 June 1976, 05:15:00 am

Year 6: Wednesday, 8 September 1976, 01:52:00 pm Friday, 8 October 1976, 05:55:24 am Sunday, 7 November 1976, 12:14:36 am Monday, 6 December 1976, 07:14:30 pm Wednesday, 5 January 1977, 01:10:24 pm Friday, 4 February 1977, 04:56:12 am Saturday, 5 March 1977, 06:13:12 pm Monday, 4 April 1977, 05:08:54 am Tuesday, 3 May 1977, 02:03:24 pm Wednesday, 1 June 1977, 09:30:54 pm

Year 7: Tuesday, 27 September 1977, 09:17:24 am Thursday, 27 October 1977, 12:35:24 am Friday, 25 November 1977, 06:31:24 pm Sunday, 25 December 1977, 01:49:00 pm Tuesday, 24 January 1978, 08:55:30 am Thursday, 23 February 1978, 02:26:18 am Friday, 24 March 1978, 05:20:00 pm Sunday, 23 April 1978, 05:11:00 am Monday, 22 May 1978, 02:16:42 pm Tuesday, 20 June 1978, 09:30:30 pm

Can you guys just imagine how torturous this must have been? Especially in 4th year where it was on the first day… This is just heartbreaking…

[siriusblackfoot]

he….he transformed…on his last christmas day as a hogwarts student.

can you just imagine all the marauders making a pact to stay at hogwarts for the christmas holidays during their 7th year so remus doesn’t have to transform alone at home? and then lily and the girls also decide to stay? and they have their last christmas as hogwarts students all together in the castle? not knowing that because of the war, for some reason or another, every year from that point forward they wouldn’t all be together for christmas again?

did you hear my heart breaking because i sure did

[blvnk-art]

The last thing Sirius expected to hear that morning was that his best friend was going to be a father. In this case, James should have gone right to the point - not 30 minutes later.

[instagram @potterbyblvnk]

[cassandratongue]

Marauder Misconceptions

Misconception: James is a massive jock.

Reality: James is a huge fucking nerd, okay. He frequently and obsessively studies obscure, difficult spells. And he masters them. He definitely pulls all nighters until he has certain potions or charms down. He probably fanboys over weird wizard pranksters. He buys zonkos clothing merch and wears it with pride. He’s a nerd.

***

Misconception: Remus is the quiet, reserved, and largely unwilling fourth marauder.

Reality: Remus is a devious little shit with a sarcastic wit that is so honed it usually flies right over people’s heads. He’s a liar, he’s been lying for his entire life. But that hasn’t made him all ‘woe is me’ sad boy aesthetic (although he can get a little edgy at times) but it has made him resourceful, ruthless and a master of ‘cover story’ spinning. It’s not that he isn’t as much of a prankster as the other three, it’s that he doesn’t get caught as much.

***

Misconception: Peter is dumb.

Reality: fuck you Peter is not stupid. Man managed to play even dumbledore and the rest of the order. He may not be academically as smart as the other marauders but Peter is a twisty little bastard and that’s why they loved him. He’s the kind of person who will only really pick up something if it actually interests him and academics? Doesn’t really interest him. Prankstering and all that lovely underhanded shit? Yeah, yeah it does.

***

Misconception: Sirius is a fuck boi.

Reality: Dude. Dude. Sirius came from a strict, pureblood family. You think they even acknowledged sex? You fucking bet that when Sirius asked ‘where do babies come from?’ Walburga was all ‘babies are dragged onto doorsteps by dying house elves who know they have failed their masters by dying and want to make up for it’. They probably thought sex was debasing and sinful or some shit. Sirius grew up in this. Sirius was fucking immersed in this. (I fully believed that when he got to Hogwarts he was that kid who ‘discovered’ swearing and then got it completely wrong like the chick in the Paul movie 'fuckaroo that was the best tittyfarting sleep I have ever had’) He blushes every single time Remus says cock. He is completely oblivious to come ons unless they are blatant af. He once squeaked when Fabian Prewett slapped his ass after a quidditch match. Sirius Black is a prude and it’s fucking beautiful.

[blvnk-art]

Polaroid taken by Moony

[instagram @potterbyblvnk]

[feketeribizli]

i have been meaning to draw the marauders for a while now

[atalienart]

[alessiajontrunfio]

“Shortly before Remus’s eleventh birthday, no less a person than Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, arrived uninvited on the Lupins’ doorstep. Flustered and frightened, Lyall and Hope tried to block his entrance, but somehow, five minutes later, Dumbledore was sitting at the fireside, eating crumpets and playing Gobstones with Remus.(…) Dumbledore told the Lupins that he saw no reason why Remus should not come to school, and described the arrangements that he had made to give the boy a safe and secure place for his transformations.” 

(Pottermore)

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Character moodboards- Fleur Delacour

‘Madame Maxime!’ said Fleur at once, striding over to her Headmistress. ‘Zey are saying zat zis little boy is to compete also!’ Somewhere under Harry’s numb disbelief, he felt a ripple of anger. Little boy?

[young-marauder]

[2-shane-s]

Date someone who will date you

[methfall]

Need me a freak like that

[defencelesslou]

fact: no one would date me

[lucylovesmemore]

This could easily get into Vogue

[demonlynch]

“Draco Malfoy, of Malfoy Manner.” she said dreamily. 

[mugglenet]

The Hogwarts Express is currently pulling away from the station...

[susiephone]

i can’t believe friday, september 1, 2017, is nineteen years later. the last scene in the harry potter books.

this is it.

[marauderinglife]

Being friends with the Marauders Would Include

A/N: So guys here’s another post about the Marauders but this time it’s a would include. I hope you like it! And again sorry for the awkward ending. Oh, and requests are open. Enjoy!

You met Remus in first year

And you instantly became really good friends

But you properly became friends with the rest of them in second year

Even then you were a bit wary of their pranks

But soon enough you got used to them

Sometimes you even gave them ideas

Helping James with Lily

Being there for Sirius when he had problems with his family

All in all you were really good friends

But then comes fifth year

And they start getting pretty secretive

And disappearing a lot

Maybe other people didn’t notice but you surely did

One day you casually asked them about it too, like

“So where do you guys go, then?”

Okay so maybe it wasn’t that casual

They don’t really know what to say

‘Cause they don’t want to lie to you, you’re their friend

So they stall, try to distract you

After seeing them so reluctant to answer you kinda let it go

Like you’re still curious but you decide that if they want to tell you they will

after that they make an extra effort at seeming normal

But then in seventh year they finally decide to tell you about Remus’ furry little problem as James liked to call it

And then you were there to help patch them up after every full moon

You joined the order with them after hogwarts

And fought alongside them in the war

You were there when harry was born

And you were also there for remus when James and Lily died and everyone thought it was Sirius who betrayed them

Although you didn’t believe that Sirius would betray his best friend - his brother like that.

[euphxmia-pxtter-blog]

I am 100% sure that McGonagall never wrote to Orion and Walburga when Sirius got in trouble with the other Marauders. No, she sent that letter directly to Fleamont and Euphemia Potter, saying, “Your boys have gotten in trouble again.”

[princess-bel]

So I was rereading Harry Potter, when I came across this and thought- what if instead of Cedric Diggory, Cassius Warrington had been chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament?

Imagine Dumbledore calling out the name of the Hogwarts champion and it isn’t a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff, but it’s a Slytherin. A student from a House most people hate.

Imagine Cassius Warrington getting up, and three out of four Houses are booing at him and shouting things like “NO!” or, “We can’t have a Slytherin champion!” or demanding a retry. But he’s a Slytherin- he’s been dealing with this shit since he got sorted, so he keeps his head high and joins the other champions.

Imagine Harry trying to catch Warrington alone because he doesn’t really want to associate with Slytherins (plus Malfoy has this tendency of being around the guy ALL THE TIME since he got chosen), but at the same time he’s also fair enough not to want him to walk into the first task unprepared.

Imagine Warrington walking over to Harry a few months later, and Ron and Hermione both jump into a protective stance, wands out, but instead of attacking Harry he just tells him to stick the egg underwater. (Because Slytherins don’t forget those who helped them out).

Imagine Warrington and Harry helping each other out in the labyrinth.

Imagine Harry being devastated when Peter kills Warrington- because Voldemort doesn’t care what house they’re form, a spare is a spare.

Imagine the uproar that causes among the Slytherins, because some of their parents really are Death Eaters and they know what really happened.

Imagine Slytherins fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts and shouting “This is for Cassius!”

[aplatonicjacuzzi]

Imagine Harry returning with Warrington’s body, and the crowd realizes what’s happened, but Warrington’s parents don’t show up. There’s no one to mourn him, to cradle him in their arms and cry for their son. The Slytherins know why. His parents were Death Eaters, too.

Imagine Slytherins reaching out, asking for help from classmates from other houses. They’re terrified, truly terrified because the being their parents claimed would never hurt them because they’re pureblood, they realize that he does not care.

Imagine Slytherins in the 5th book sneaking off to join Dumbledore’s Army, to learn more about who Voldemort is without their parents acting as a filter. 

Imagine the shock when they’re told what he’s really done.

Imagine that a few talented Slytherins went with Harry and the others into the Ministry of Magic. The others are a bit wary but they prove themselves as friends.

Imagine them being confronted by Lucius Malfoy in the the Hall of Prophecy, and when the Death Eaters descend, they know that any one of them could be their parents.

Imagine the shocked gasp of a Death Eater as they realize their own child, a pureblood, is standing defiantly with Harry Potter. They choke back a cry. They can’t let their child know that they were about to duel to the death.

Imagine a DA Slytherin facing off against their own Death Eater parent. That they make the decision to let their child defeat them, because in that moment, they realize that they love their child more than they fear Voldemort. They go down, mask unveiled, and the Slytherin kid has to be dragged from the fight before he gets killed.

Imagine Book 6 Slytherins getting more friendly and cooperative with the other houses. Two years of Voldemort terrorizing the muggle and Wizarding world, two years where their parents just up and leave some days, cringing from the pain in their arm, two years after the death of the first Slytherin pureblood, Cassius Warrington, killed by Voldemort’s right-hand man, and they’re slowly hitting the breaking point.

Imagine Slytherin kids keeping tabs on their parents, sending the information to Harry, who shares it with the Order of the Phoenix, and hoping that their parents won’t be killed.

Imagine Book 7 Slytherins low-key rebelling against the new oppressive Hogwarts staff.

Imagine the final siege on Hogwarts, where Slytherins stand proudly by their fellow houses, knowing full-well they could be fighting their own parents. Some Slytherins know their parents were in the fighting. They hope to find them first and sneak them away. Their fellow students understand. Professor McGonagall allows 7th Year Slytherin, Pansy Parkinson, to duel a death eater in her stead; her father is under that veil. She knows it.

Imagine the aftermath of the battle; every house suffered loses. Slytherin students crying over the deaths of friends they made in every house.

Imagine a Cassius Warrington statue made in his honor, the first Slytherin to fight and die nobly with Harry Potter, the boy who lived, in the face of ultimate evil. He was a true Slytherin, and it’s in his name that Slytherin children and their families have cut all ties with the Death Eaters, denounced Voldemort, and are finally living in peace.

[cinematicnomad]

#i do enjoy cedric #but this would have been immensely wonderful in many ways (via batty4u)

[prismatic-bell]

Imagine a story in which Harry wasn’t in love with his fellow champion’s girlfriend, but after her boyfriend’s death just hugs her so long, so hard, and says “he wanted to win for you. You should know–you should know he won, he did it for you” and gives her the best hug and shoulder he knows how to be because her parents aren’t there either and she must know why.

Imagine Harry staring over her head at everyone else until Hermione steps up–it doesn’t take long, but it takes long enough that when she does all eyes are on her as a source of motion–and says “we’re never going to forget this. They’re not going to get away with it” and the girlfriend just latches onto Hermione and everyone is in wands-out stance convinced she’s about to attack the shit out of Hermione, and then the girlfriend stares into her eyes and says “do you promise me” and Hermione just gives her this super-firm nod and says “I promise” and the girlfriend just collapses on her, sobbing. 

Imagine Dumbledore trying to give some flowery speech about inter-wizard solidarity while glossing over why, because Slytherins have always been a touchy subject, and Ron gets to his feet and says “Professor, I need to say something important” and Dumbledore is so surprised he just cedes the floor, and Ron–after that awkward moment when he realizes everyone is staring at him–says he didn’t know Warrington particularly, but he knows how Warrington and Harry played. That each was always cheering on the other. Both wanted to win, but neither was willing to undercut the other by underhanded means. He finishes up saying “I think–I think it’s important everyone should know he died being what a champion should be. Because he could have abandoned Harry and instead he stood up with him to play the game the honest way, and he died for it. And–and Slytherin House should be proud, and we should all be proud, because Warrington was a good bloke.” He sits back down all flustered because he didn’t actually stand up meaning to make a speech. And then Pansy Parkinson stands up before Dumbledore can take back control of the room and says “I want to tell Weasley thank you.” And all of Slytherin House raises a glass–to Warrington, to Weasley, to Potter–and the other houses follow suit. Many years later, Wizarding scholars will say that was the moment Voldemort truly lost.

Imagine later that summer. Harry gets several owls on his birthday, all unsigned. The birds are plump and pretentious and well-cared-for. He will never know which Slytherins sent him their treasures: parchments with hexes developed by the Death Eaters; a strange locket that will only open if he whispers a special spell but that always shows him the picture he most needs to see; a page torn from a potions book that, brewed properly, will allow him extra time to summon a Patronus by giving him a few crucial seconds not just of happiness but of bliss. It doesn’t matter. Harry knows these gifts not as birthday gifts but for what they really are, and he treasures the locket and copies out the potion to send to Hermione and Mrs. Weasley, and when first summoned by the Order of the Phoenix he marches straight up to Dumbledore with the hexes and says “I can’t tell you where I got these, Professor. But they’re in use by the Death Eaters and I think you should have them.” Months later, Sirius will recognize the spell Bellatrix shoots at him, and will dive out of the way just in the nick of time.

The final battle. Everyone is there. Sirius somehow ends up herding a group of Slytherins. They all stare at him and he at them, across a centuries-old divide Voldemort has only succeeded in deepening. Then he remembers the hexes. Harry’s locket, now tucked under Sirius’ shirt because Harry’s friends are with him in this battle but most of Sirius’ are dead. The moment that happiness potion saved Remus’ life, his very soul. Snape’s final words to Harry, finally seen not as mockery but real true advice. What Harry said Voldemort said–his first words in his new form. They are kids, and they are sharing the same kind of hurt he once wouldn’t admit to, watching his mother burn his name off the family tree. “When we go in there, it’s going to be hell,” he tells the Slytherins. “Some of you are probably going to die. I might go down too, and if I do I want your best curser in the front. But I want you all to remember one thing. There are no spares.”  Later retellings of the battle never fail to mention the moment a group of angry, screaming teens burst into the Great Hall, wearing their green and silver as the badge of honor it should be, shouting NO SPARES, NO SPARES at the tops of their voices in between hexes and curses and the occasional physical punch. When Hermione is present, she always interrupts the storyteller to be sure everyone knows about the moment Blaise Zabini shoved her to the floor, dropped on top of her, fired off three curses in rapid succession and said “stay alive, Granger, we need you” before jumping back to his feet and vanishing into the melee–how, for all anyone knows, those may have been his last words, and she will not let his sacrifice go unnoted. 

The aftermath. Malfoy holds out a hand to Sirius, badly injured on the floor. Sirius asks how Malfoy is willing to trust him. Malfoy nods at his chest. “You’ve got my godfather’s locket,” he says, and when Sirius and Harry finally speak after the battle Harry gives his full agreement to the very first thing out of  Sirius’ mouth. They give the locket to Malfoy. Sirius grits his teeth and closes his eyes and opens them and says “He probably saved my life, giving Harry that.” He doesn’t say thank you. Malfoy hears it anyway.

The school reopens under a single banner: the four Houses united. The House rivalry is reduced to just that–a competition in fun–with those deep divides slowly healing to scars, and eventually away to nothing at all.

Imagine it.

When we stand, we stand united as one

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And then there would be no hope for any uprising of evil, no users of the dark arts would dare to attack. There would be no neglected Slytherins turning to a darker cause. The unity Cassius Warrington’s death caused would come to save the world, time and time again, as would-be-Voldemorts find no followers. No children will ever have to fight their parents, or family. There would always be peace. 

[peaceheather]

oh christ somebody added to it and now i’m a soggy emotional wreck

[parseltonquinq]

I’m crying because this is what slytherins should have been and truly are

[madoneworld]

This is beautifully written and I wish it was in the books xx

[sprout2012]

This is such a fantastic read. A Slytherin triwizard champion sounds awesome.

[bait1598-blog]

Best Harry Potter post

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@lavengadoraaa @ishipallthings @fr0st6yte @kiernaserea @riverlander974

[kiernaserea]

I LOVE THIS.

[kissesforsunshine]

actually got chills

[lupins-archive-deactivated20181]

this is the best headcanon i’ve ever heard and i’m absolutely deleting the entire canon plot and pretending this happened because it’s brilliant and cures all my problems ok? ok

[kereeachan]

Amazing!