#first war era

[resident-gay-bitch]

Round 9 of not being capable of drawing these Pinterest pictures of the marauders so I meme format them instead:

[albi-bumblebee]

all mentions of Marlene/The Mckinnons in the books

from chapter four of the Philosophers/Sorcerers Stone

from chapter 29 of the Goblet Of Fire

from chapter 9 of the Order of the Phoenix

from chapter 10 of the Deathly Hallows

[spikybanana]

the one where James’ ridiculous faith & trust in others saves them rather than kills them. [jegulily]

cw: injury, very near death experience/appearance

Hearing the chaos from downstairs, Lily rushes down into the living room, wand tight in her hand. And there's James, hunching over the one figure she'd been trying to kill from her head. Regulus. Barely recognisable, the way he’s drenched through, clothes and skin torn to shreds and dyed an eerie green hue of death. Letting out involuntary whimpers, wreathing weakly. Reeking of the chalky tepidness of still waters.

After all this time, Lily thinks, after all the spilled tears and fears and god don’t let him be among who we’re fighting this time, Regulus is on her carpet, gasping and chocking on air. And James is fumbling, terrifiedly trying to collect Regulus into his arms.

“What's going on.” She says, hand shaking around her wand pointing straight at Regulus’ chest. “Give me one good reason to trust this death eater in the same house as my son.”

“Lily, please—”

“You have three seconds to tell me why I shouldn't kill him.”

“Because he'd be dead!” 

Lily has never seen panic on him like that before, and all composure leaves her body. “And why would we care! We don’t know what he’s chosen to get himself into— what he’s become— or who’s on his tail—” 

“Lily, just, just help me look at him.” James sounds as scared as she is angry, and it didn’t help, it didn’t help to keep the panic at bay with anger but one of them has to think— “Lily, stop, please, just— he’s dying— he can’t— will you—”

But Lily is already doing it. With every glance down, diagnoses are forcing their way into her brain. Poison. Not irreversible. Swallowing a sob, she drops herself down by Regulus opposite James. 

Lily could think of a thousand reasons why they absolutely shouldn’t. But— but. This is for Regulus. This is for James. 

“Get the healing pack, James. You know where it is.”

[greywolfandmoon]

Watch out - it might be an imposter.

Inspired by @moonytomypadfoot ‘s fic, Pads Alive! You can find it on her Ao3 and Wattpad.

[panclownrights]

First War Peter Pettigrew

[klassikally]

Polaroids of war era Sirius black

[queerpsychopomp]

Marlene McKinnon Headcannons

No one asked for these but w/e

ppl don’t believe she’s scottish bc she’s black

or that her hair is naturally blonde

she loves to bake

but when she’s worried the whole kitchen will be full of different baked goods

she has three older brothers and one younger brother

her family joked that she was an accident bc her brothers are 5-8 years older than her

but then her younger brother comes along when she’s 13

wanted to become either a quidditch player or a quidditch writer

optimistic

even though she’s really sweet she could fuck you up 

her favourite flowers are sunflowers bc they just brighten up any room they’re in

sirius got her 110 sunflowers on her 19th birthday so there were flowers everywhere in her flat and her parents house for at least a year

grew up down the road from james so they were bffs

everyone teased them about how they would get married when they were older

she joked through jily’s wedding planning that she should be the best man and sirius the maid of honour

[siriussly-serious]

Bella, you might want to watch out for fleas