#maraudersimagines

[foodforfangirls]

dating Young James Potter headcanons

- you cuddling by the fire laying on top of him in the early hours of the morning fiddling with each other's fingers and talking about anything and everything.

- falling asleep in this position and waking up to see the marauders crowded around you. Sirius smirking, Remus hurrying around looking for an extra blanket and a small smile on Peter's face as he watched you guys silently.

- sneaking out of balls together and running through the halls hand in hand with giggles erupting out of your mouths every second, jumping through the columns and proceeded to lay on the grass and stare at the stars.

- him writing and singing you songs he intentionally wrote badly and jokingly singing them to you every single time you pass each other in the hall, but late at night he plays you the real ones about how he really feels.

- you're on the y/h/n quidditch teamevery single time you play a game versing each other or playing another house together, when he passes you, he always manages to sing-speak 'the greeeeatest chaser, the greeeatest boyfriend'.

- hazy disposable camera pictures of slightly glazed eyes, intertwined hands and half smiles caught by surprise.

- him rubbing your shoulders and kissing your neck softly when you’re stressed about exams.

- him carrying you through the halls during your study break to head to the kitchens and grab you some food because 'you're tired and hungry and working way too hard so the least I could do is distract you and give you sustenance.'

- he barely ever gets stressed, but when he does it's bad. Playing with his hair and rubbing circles on his scalp when he's stressed, and he leans back into you and you say 'it'll be alright love'. and he mumbles an incoherent reply, enjoying how gentle you are with him. That's all he's ever secretly wanted, gentle.

[flyingfreeworld]

Together again

It was the middle of the night when Harry entered the cemetery.

The war had ended a little over a year ago, and slowly but surely, the Wizarding World had begun to recover. Stories had been written about the events of the war, and everyone who had fought were praised as heroes. 

Everyone was starting to move on. But Harry couldn’t stop thinking about all those who had been lost. Which was why he was in the cemetery.

Harry made his way to the back of the cemetery, where the war heroes were buried. The graves there were covered with flowers and gifts, put there by grieving family members and friends. But at the very end of the last row, one grave was painfully bare.

That was where Harry was going.

He knelt down in front of the grave, tracing the words that had been carved into the stone at his insistence.

Sirius

1959 - 1996

We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is which part we choose to act on.

Harry had decided not to put his last name on the grave. He knew that Sirius wouldn’t want to be tied to his family in death, since he hadn’t wanted any ties to his last name even in life.

“Here you go, Sirius,” Harry said, putting a photo album down in front of the grave. “I hope that you are all together now.”

It had taken Harry a long time to compile the album. He had asked everyone he knew - even Remus, before his death - if they had any pictures of the Marauders, before everything had happened.

Harry stood up, and with a last glance at the grave, walked away with his hands in his pockets. The photo album glowed for a second, as if in recognition of where it was, and when the glow faded three animals had been engraved on the grave.

A stag, a wolf and a dog. The Marauders, together again.