Can Someone Tag Me The Name Of This Fic Pls?

Lucky you! I mean I have a few friends best ones at that but none like _that_

My fav dynamic in marauders is the complete and slightly unhealthy codependency James and Sirius have on each other

Like I’m positive when they left hogwarts instead of living with their partners they just owned a seperate house where they could live together

Sure they stayed with their partners sometimes but other times they just needed to be alone together

(wrote this for all the sirius + harry fans who were having rough days yesterday ((more than one??? y'all good??)). have some fluff? maybe? i don't even know anymore.)

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"Budge over," Sirius said as he sat down on the edge of his godson's bed, Harry currently laying in it with a hooded sweatshirt pulled over his head in the dead of summer, and as far as Sirius knew, this had been the outfit of choice for a few days now.

Since Harry had come home from a date and retreated to his bedroom, some melancholic record playing loud enough to signal to Remus and Sirius that something terrible had happened.

The first night Harry had cried.

The second night Harry had shouted at the both of them.

The third night Harry had decided the silent treatment was the best course of action and he was going to stay in his bedroom no matter how many times Sirius offered to buy him anything under the sun or Remus tempted with heartbreak dessert.

"I don't want to talk, Sirius," Harry mumbled, scooting over a minuscule amount to allow his godfather to join him in bed. Sirius took the space though, moving so he could lean against Harry's headboard, one arsecheek on the bed, the other hanging half off.

"Okay, you don't have to," Sirius said, clasping his hands together and resting them on his stomach. "Thought you might like some company though."

"Why would you think that?" He asked roughly, rolling to his side to avoid eye contact or interaction.

"Because you're sad. Because I raised you and know that when you get hurt, you want someone to stay with you. Like when you fell off your bike down that hill?" Harry twisted his neck slightly so he could look at Sirius, "Went too fast...fell so hard. I don't think I've ever ran so quickly in my life to get to you."

"I was fine though...nothing was broken."

"Oh no, but your knees had some bad scrapes on them, a few bruises. I didn't know having something physically broken was the threshold for injury."

"I just mean it wasn't that bad."

"At nine it was. And the whole day you just wanted to be around one of us. Slept in our bed too."

"I'm not nine," Harry muttered, though he moved so he could mimic Sirius's position, sitting up slightly and folding his hands over his stomach, Harry's pointy elbow touching Sirius's.

"You're not, I don't even wish you were anymore, you were a little hellion."

"What? No, I wasn't."

"You used to hang upside down off the third floor, do you remember that? Climb over the railings and hook your feet in and just drop. I'm actually shocked I'm still alive after witnessing that a few times."

Harry cracked a small smile, "Well that was the fun part..."

"Mhmm, I know it was. See? Nothing but trouble," Sirius nudged Harry with this shoulder, noticing that his godson had moved closer to Sirius as he spoke, their elbows overlapping. "But...thing is, even if you had fallen off the railing, or the banister collapsed and you came with it. We'd bandage you up, figure it out, fix the railing. It gets a bit harder when the hurt isn't physical. Nothing's broken, not really, right now and yet..."

"Fucking sucks."

"Broken hearts really fucking suck," Sirius responded, nodding.

"It...just sucks to feel like he didn't want me anymore. What do I do about that?" Harry asked and looked up to Sirius, their shoulders now pressed together. Sirius took a chance, moving one of his arms off his stomach and wrapping it around Harry.

Harry didn't pull away or fidget under the touch. Not a single eye roll.

"You...sit here, and you listen to all the sad music," Sirius started, deciding to leave out the moment in time where he thought he was going to charm Harry's record player off after hearing "I Had a King" for the 30th time, "and you...let someone sit with you until it doesn't hurt so much. Scrapped knees heal, so do hearts."

"You sure?"

"Well the alternative is you being heartbroken for the rest of your life and never leaving your bedroom and I'm okay with that too," Sirius said, "I'll still hang out with you. I'll grow a long white beard sitting here with you."

Harry put his head on Sirius's chest, and Sirius's hand went to the back of Harry's head, resting on messy black hair. "I...I don't think it'll be that long. You know?"

"Yeah."

Voldemort not crucio-ing severus for criticising him!!?! Lets make a new ship!

Okay so this has been my shower thought for the past couple days…what’s the Death Eater initiation process like?? And why do I keep imagining it like some kind of bad PTA meeting?

I mean surely you don’t have to go hunt down Voldy himself to ask to join, so I can only imagine it’s more of a secret club type thing. Somebody pulls you aside and super casually goes “so we get together like twice a month, usually on a Saturday but sometimes during the week, it’s whenever the Dark Lord decides really. It’s mostly at the Malfoy Manor but one time we got summoned to some random graveyard a couple years back?? Now THAT was a meeting for the ages, lemme tell ya…bloody hell. Thirteen years we don’t meet and then within the first two minutes he has the nerve to chew us all out for being disloyal or some shit like that! Crazy. ANYWAY…it really just depends, ya know, where and when we get summoned, so make sure you have your Death Eater attire ready cause Voldy really hates it when you show up in street clothes, and “it’s in the wash” isn’t a good enough excuse, believe me. It’s always potluck style for dinner, so A-M bring a side dish, N-Z bring a dessert…Severus Snape’s allergic to tomatoes so might wanna avoid those. Oh, and here’s the best part!! If you join, you get this wicked tattoo!”

Which brings me to my next thought…is Voldy an amateur tattoo artist and does the Dark Mark tattoos himself? If so, I gotta think that his drawing has gotten better over the years from the first time he tattooed one of his followers.

Voldemort: *tattooing Lucius’ arm* Alright, you’re done!

Lucius: What…is it supposed to be?

Bellatrix: It’s clearly a snake, Lucius!

Narcissa: *pointing* Yeah, but what’s that odd shaped lump above it??

Voldemort: It’s a skull!

Snape: *looking over Lucius’ shoulder, bored AF* Looks like a severed head with its tongue out to me—

Voldemort: OH FUCK OFF SEVERUS

OR…if Voldemort doesn’t give the tattoos himself, then where do they get them? Is Voldy all *claps hands* “Okay, you’re IN! Once we get done with all this paperwork of you swearing your allegiance to me, yada yada….you’re gonna go to this tattoo shop in Knockturn Alley and ask for the Dark Lord Special. Severus said my drawing was shit so I’ve decided to have someone else do the tattoos…” *side eyes Snape*

New Death Eaters showing up to the shop and the tattoo artist being all like “…Dark Lord Special, huh? I’ll throw in a Nagini tattoo around your bicep for an extra 10 galleons, whaddya say?”

Eeeeee!!!! So cute!!! Eeeeeeeee!! I crazy, eeeee!!! But who cares?! Eeeee!!!!!..

What do u think james would have been like as a father

Oh boy, here we go.

Anon, this might be my favourite ask ever. Ever, do you hear me? So take a seat because this is going to be a long one.

It goes without saying that he would have been incredible, yes, but in what way?

(Under the cut because it got too long)

I don't think Harry was planned, purely because of the war. If it hadn't been for that, I think he would have still wanted to be a dad, without a doubt, and a young one at that: being raised by elderly parents probably made him realise that he was luckier than his parents, because they never got to see him grow up, grow old. Little did he know...

James adored being a young dad. He loved the fun bits and the ugly bits. Harry helped him become the man he was destined to be. In the 15 months they shared together (don't worry I'll answer your question in a moment), James was forced to learn some hard truths and make tough decisions. I've always seen him as someone who had a 'black and white' mindset when it comes to right or wrong: it was simple for him, and he couldn't really understand why people did bad things when they knew they were wrong. Well, he knew why, but it only started making sense when he became a father, because suddenly he realised how much he had underestimated the privilege of being able to choose. Having a kid during a war took a toll on him and changed him, because now he was forced to decide whether he was a father first or a soldier. And it was a choice he had to make every day.

He also had to choose what kind of father he was going to be. The kind who comes back from a mission and drinks himself into oblivion, or the one who goes straight to his wife and son and despite being bone-tired and with muscles that ache at every step, he's there for them with a smile on his face. And don't get me wrong, I do believe he did get drunk and felt utterly defeated sometimes. He could have done that and he knew no one would have judged him for it, but he couldn't let the bad days outnumber the good ones.

Let's pretend nothing bad happened on Halloween 1981, and that Voldemort died and everyone got their happy ending:

James is the kind of dad who has long conversations with his babbling two year old, where he pretends to talk about politics and books and Quidditch without using baby voices.

He does use baby voices sometimes, though. Mainly when Harry won't eat his peas or when James has to change his nappy (honestly I hope wizards use them, otherwise the poor babies just have to sit in their poop until someone vanishes it). He does impressions of all his Hogwarts professors, but Harry's favourite is Filch, he laughs so much he makes James laugh too.

He sings 'Beautiful Boy' when Harry can't fall asleep, a smile painted on his face, and when Harry's brows start to relax he whispers the rest of the lyrics, brushing his hair until his eyes close and his breath becomes even (credits to this post for the headcanon).

He's an extremely concerned toddler parent, because Harry learns to run first and walk second. The little boy hates hats, and he always comes back from his walks with his hair all tangled and with leaves in it (yes, Harry dives into leaf piles before his parents can stop him). James, heartbroken, takes a bottle of Sleekeazy's and pours the product on Harry's hair, apologising the whole time.

He watches him play and talk to his toys for Merlin knows how long, hypnotised by his brilliant son.

When Harry accidentally makes Sirius' pancake float towards his plate, James picks up his son and starts dancing with him around the kitchen, singing a made up song that Sirius will mock him for every time he has the chance. By noon, James has not only decided he's going to throw a party in honour of Harry's first accidental magic, he's also decided the menu and planned every activity. He invites Fabian and Gideon and asks to bring their nephews too because the more the merrier, and that's how Ron becomes Harry's best friend.

I also thinks James would absolutely love to have a big family, so in my headcanon Harry has at least a couple of siblings. Imagine being surrounded by all those Potters... A dream for some (James) a nightmare for others (probably Petunia, who is straight up horrified the one time she pays them a visit).

James teaches Harry to fly, reads him stories every night and they even have movie nights every Wednesday, even the day after a full moon, where James falls asleep on the sofa as they watch Star Wars, and Harry goes out like a light shortly after him, head on his chest, drooling on James' shirt.

But most of all, James listens. He truly listens. He makes sure Harry never doubts his worth. He's the kind of dad who isn't afraid to show his emotions, and probably cries as Harry boards the Hogwarts Express for the first time.

When Harry gets in trouble at school for the first time, James realises that lecturing him is not that different from when he had to give out detentions as Head Boy... Except that it is, because when James has to tell him that it's wrong to put Padfoot's hairs in Malfoy's potion, Harry asks him why, and he tilts his head exactly like Lily does when she challenges him, and this kid has her eyes and James' knowing smile, but he's also clever in a way James and Lily are not, and James doesn't know what to do with this information.

Honestly, I have so many more headcanons and if I had to write all of them this post would never see the light of day, so I'll stop here and maybe I'll make a part two, who knows.

In conclusion, this James isn't a perfect dad, but he's a wonderful one. He might be too strict sometimes, and other times too lenient; he might disagree with Harry on some things, and they might fight and raise their voices. But James does everything in his power not to make Harry go to sleep angry or sad, and if it does happen, he makes sure to wake him up with a kiss on his forehead and a hug. Or maybe lots of hugs, because James is a very affectionate dad. With his parents in his life, Harry doesn't doubt for one moment that he's not worthy of being loved.

to me too... I was crying rivers and canals and my friends were just at me and saying "Hey what happened?" And the MFs cried over cedrics death😑

Fuck this shit

Sirius is explicitly, canonically, the closest Harry has to a parent.

Here’s why:

Sirius is his godfather. He was appointed as his godfather in the middle of a war. He is his rightful guardian and is literally the only one with actual legal authority when it comes to Harry.

(He is also the only one Harry actually regards as as a parental figure, which is why it confuses the heck out of me when people make it out to be some kind of competition. There is no competition. There is no list of candidates to choose from. Sirius is the only adult Harry actually thinks of as a parent to him. He is literally the only legitimate candidate.) 

The first thing he did after seeing that Lily and James were murdered was try and take custody of Harry. He argued against giving him to the Dursleys. He wanted to take responsibility for his godson right from the get-go. His first priority was always Harry.

He single-handedly breaks out of Azkaban, a feat no one has ever accomplished or will ever accomplish in history, literally risking his soul, because he wants to protect Harry.

He travels all the way to Privet Drive just to catch a glimpse of Harry. A glimpse. 

He comes to watch Harry play Quidditch just cause. 

He sees that Harry’s broom is broken and sends him a motherfucking Firebolt as 13 years’ worth of birthday presents from his godfather, shut up, i’m not crying

His first instinct when they meet (other than killing the piece of scum that is Wormtail) is to shield Harry. He gets furious at Wormtail for even looking at Harry, he relives some of the worst moments of his life to try and give Harry and the others some context on the situation, he respects and listens to Harry when he requests them to not kill Wormtail.

He asked Harry if he wants to live with him at his first available opportunity, fully understanding if Harry would prefer otherwise, but being so fucking happy when Harry says yes. They don’t even make it to the end of the tunnel before he asks him that!

(This is the moment where Harry officially starts thinking of him as family, btw, to the extent to which it becomes the happiest moment of his life so far.)

He somehow realizes that Harry isn’t allowed in Hogsmeade and signs the form for him.

He sent Harry a gorgeous birthday cake while being on the run.

He has been writing letters to Harry over the summer, getting to know him, inquiring about Harry’s daily life, and it’s gotten to a point where Harry feels comfortable low-key bitching about Dudley’s diet habits to him. 

He also keeps reminding Harry to call on him if he needs help in anything.

When Harry’s scar hurt, and he wishes that he had a parent to confess to, he immediately feels stupid for not thinking of Sirius sooner. At this point, he has known Remus for a year, he has stayed at the Weasleys’ house, and he regularly visits Hagrid, and yet the first and only person he thinks of is Sirius. Sirius is the only adult he actually regards as a parental figure in his life.

When Sirius receives the letter, he flies back into the country, crouches in caves, lives on rats, and risks recapture, all so he could be closer to Harry.

The entire fireplace scene. The thought of talking to Sirius is the only thing getting Harry through the worst two weeks of his life. And the moment he sees him, the entire fucking dam shatters, and he pours out all his emotions to Sirius, from his terror at what he’s going to face to more trivial worries like his sudden unpopularity and the lack of support from Ron. This is the first time he has actually let himself vent to an adult like this, the first time he actually wants to vent to an adult. And Sirius listens patiently to him blow off steam with an expression so full of concern, and would have solved all his worries by telling him how to get past the dragon had they not been interrupted.

But people will still claim that (*insert any other adult*) somehow knows Harry better than Sirius. Lmao. 

While Mrs. Weasley was believing  Rita Skeeter’s articles on how Harry weeps over his dead parents and sending Hermione immature passive-aggressive Easter Eggs, Sirius was listening to Harry’s actual feelings regarding this whole mess, but no, by all means, keep arguing that she is somehow more of a mother to him than Sirius is a father.

Sirius also informs Harry about the various current and historical contexts + his personal suspicions regarding this whole mess, to try and let him have a more comprehensive view on the whole situation so he can be on his guard.

His first reaction at actually explaining things in-depth to the Trio was to say “you’re too young, you won’t understand”. But after they ask him to tell them more, he does, and he does it in a very articulate way that gives both us and them proper clarity on how things were back then.

He keeps reminding Harry to stay cautious and to be on his guard, reprimands him when for being out-of-bounds past curfew, and makes him promise to remain within the castle and to not venture out. This is totally someone who is careless and irresponsible when it comes to his godson’s safety, amirite? 

He gives Harry good practical advice, telling him to try and practice useful hexes and jinxes, which we know are extremely useful to Harry both for the task and for his life later on.

He sends Harry daily letters before the last task, and then gives him an adorable good-luck paw print. Aww.

He apparently made arrangements with Dumbledore to meet Harry after the third task.

He immediately argues for Harry to sleep after he emerges from the graveyard.

He stays behind Harry, with his hand on Harry’s shoulder, as Harry recounts what happened to him.

He stays with Harry through the night in the hospital wing and is pissed as fuck at Fudge for doubting Harry’s credibility. 

He sets off to alert the other Order members, but reassures Harry that they will meet again very, very soon, realizing that Harry didn’t want him to go.

He has, once again, been sending Harry letters over the summer, and is 1) the only one who is understanding for how hard his situation must be, and 2) the only one reminding him not to act out and encouraging caution.

He sends Harry a letter immediately after Arthur informs them of what happened, which says, “STAY INSIDE THE HOUSE NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO”. This is totally someone who is brashand irresponsible, right?

He is the single adult who actively wants Harry to have a general idea of what has been happening, both with the Order and Voldemort, because he correctly recognizes that Harry has been frustrated while being at his aunt and uncle’s the whole summer, and that Harry has been through enough to deserve to know what is happening. This is good.  Giving Harry general information is 100% in Harry’s best interests, because Harry likes being respected, likes being aware of what is going on, and feels unrested and worried when he’s kept out of the loop. Dumbledore acknowledges at the end of the book that he should have told Harry everything and should not have left him in the dark.

He is also the single adult who shows even the slightest, mildest inclination to tell Harry anything about the prophecy, which Dumbledore once again admits he should have done right from the start.

It takes a special kind of mental gymnastics to feel furious on Harry’s behalf that no adult kept him informed on what was going on, and then say that Sirius, the only adult who did want to keep him informed on what was going on, was brash and irresponsible for having those opinions. 

He answers Harry’s questions regarding his family, even though you can tell talking about them is clearly affecting him.

He reassures Harry about the trial when he realizes that Harry is upset, and then once again reassures him and gets him to smile on the morning before it.

He wants to accompany Harry to the trial because he wants to get out of his depression-inducing house for moral support.

He shuts himself up in the room rather than burden Harry with his problems and his unwanted thoughts.

He tries to give Harry a farewell-hug as a dog. Awww.

He shows up at the Gryffindor fireplace to reassure Harry about his letter and to answer the Trio’s questions on Umbridge and Hagrid, and reminds Harry to not go around asking too many questions. He also lashes out with the “you’re aren’t as much like your father than I thought line”, which I have always seen as a petty, immature guilt-trip that is a direct parallel to Remus also using James to try and guilt-trip Harry in DH. And while it definitely doesn’t change the fact that it’s a shitty thing to say to your godson, I wish more people would realize that this is the one and only time he actually screws up when he comes to Harry. He has never spoken to Harry like this before and never will again. It is completely ridiculous to define his relationship with Harry on his single and only bad moment as a godfather.

He shows up at the Gryffindor fireplace and supports the idea of the D.A because “there is someone outside school wanting to kill us all and the Ministry isn’t teaching you anything, so I think learning to defend yourselves is a very good idea!” Which I 100% agree with. The D.A is a good idea, the fandom and the text both agree with it. Which makes them criticizing Sirius for having the exact same opinion as them even more confusing. Because the fact is, he gives us his reasons for approving of it, and they are all valid reasons. Nothing from what he says at all indicates that he is living through them or egging them on the way Hermione says he is, which makes it perfectly reasonable for me to completely disregard her view on it.

When Arthur is attacked, he is absolutely wonderful, keeping the kids from doing anything stupid, trying to make them understand the situation at hand, keeping his temper even after Fred lashes out, and staying with them through the night, reassuring them that they will know what happens because their mother is there with Arthur. And yet the only thing the fandom seems to remember from this scene is that he had been drinking.

When Harry tells him that he felt Voldemort rising in him, he tries and fails to convince Harry that it’s nothing, telling him to sleep, and immediately informs Dumbledore of what Harry told him.

He is determined that Harry and the others have a good Christmas at Grimmauld Place, and spends all his time decorating the house to ensure that.

He insists on remaining in the room during Snape’s conversation with Harry.

He tells Snape to stop giving Harry orders in Harry’s own godfather’s house.

He tries to argue for Dumbledore teaching Harry Occlumency instead of Snape.

He warns Snape not to give Harry a hard time during Occlumency, and then gets furious when Snape insults both Harry and Harry’s dead father as a response.

He gives Harry a mirror to let him know if Snape is acting like an ass.

He is literally the only adult to correctly realize that Snape teaching Harry Occlumency was a disastrously terrible idea, something that Dumbledore admits he should have realized right from the get-go.

He tries and succeeds in giving Harry proper context after SWM and reassuring him that his father was a good guy, which allows Harry to have a more balanced view on his father while also comforting Harry.

He refuses to stay hidden in Grimmauld Place after learning that Harry was in danger, because he knew he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if he did. He risks his freedom, his life, his soul, all to protect Harry.

He is the first one to realize that Harry is in danger from Dolohuv and rams into Dolohuv to keep him away from Harry.

He tells Harry to grab his friend + the prophecy and get out of the Depatment of Mysteries.

He very specifically calls Harry by his own damn name.

He leaves everything he owns to Harry, including his house and his money.

He gives Harry all his love as a ghost, reassuring him that death is not painful and telling him that they will always be a part of him.

HE IS CANONICALLY THE CLOSEST HARRY HAS TO A PARENT AND THE ONLY ADULT HARRY ACTUALLY REGARDS AS A PARENTAL FIGURE TO HIM

LISTEN TO HARRY ON THIS

if i have already reblogged this idc

It was a funny twisty sort of feeling in the pit of his stomach and Harry wasn't exactly sure he had felt it before. An entirely new sense of dread or anxiety or both was churning around his insides alongside his breakfast as soon as the post arrived and went straight to Harry.

He knew what they were before he could open the post. Middle of July, Harry wasn't expecting anything else.

Ministry owl.

Ministry envelope.

OWL results.

Sirius pretended to make himself busy, fixing another cup of tea, wiping the kitchen counter, while Harry sat with the envelope in his hands trying to pretend he was totally cool and totally confident.

Because it didn't matter, right? Two years ago, Harry would've said it didn't matter, loudly and boldly and he would've been right. But so much had changed and now Harry had a home, with wallpaper and bookends and a godfather who had a conversation with him at the beginning of summer about study habits.

You're way behind, kid, and it's not your fault. But you know, maybe now since Voldemort isn't...breathing down your neck and you're not living with a sense of impending doom, we can think about school?

Harry had groaned initially. And had moaned even louder when after a failed History of Magic exam beginning of term, Sirius called him on the mirror to let him know he'd be keeping a closer eye on his marks and Harry had to endure a long "conversation" about actually doing his assignments and not just skating by on his good looks.

"It's not going to bite you, Harry," Sirius said from where he was leaning against the counter, cup of tea in his hands, "Nor is it going to open itself."

"Feels like it should."

"Like a Howler?" Sirius asked a half-smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Mhmm. Just shout them at us too," Harry told him and took a breath before breaking the seal of the envelope and opening the post. He scanned the results slowly, caught somewhere between feeling pleased and feeling disappointed. What was Sirius expecting?

"Well?"

Harry wordlessly stood up and crossed to Sirius, handing him the results. He shifted from foot to foot, watching as Sirius read the paper.

It didn't matter. Except now it did.

It didn't matter. Except when Harry came home for the winter holidays and got to tell Sirius how well he did on the Transfiguration midterm. Because his godfather would say I'm so proud of you and Harry got to choose where they went to dinner.

It didn't matter. Except now, because Harry finally had an adult who actually cared how well he did in school. Who cared if he was learning. Who cared if he understood magic and could use it to protect himself. Who cared at all.

"Can you say something?" Harry asked, suddenly irritated though he was looking down at their bare feet. Sirius had the hairiest feet Harry had ever seen, and a big toe twice the size of his others. Harry made fun of him for it when they went to the seaside.

They're flippers Sirius. I think your ancestors forgot to follow through and gave you the ugliest feet in the world...

Harry felt Sirius's hand gently lift his chin up so he could meet his godfather's eyes.

"Well done, my love."

"But there's an A!" Harry nearly whined, unable to stop himself. "How is that good"

"Did you try? Did...you do the very best you could in History of Magic? In all your classes?"

"Well, yeah."

Late nights.

Revision guides.

Actually reading the textbooks.

"Then well done, my love," Sirius repeated and the twisting feeling in his stomach shifted into something that glowed. Warm. Shining. Bright. He watched as Sirius waved his wand to stick the OWL results to the fridge, and grabbed a quill from the counter to doodle tiny hearts around the margins. Harry laughed. Harry rolled his eyes. But Harry couldn't help but stare at the scores for a bit longer.

Well done.

i think he would heal harry before the reprimand

“are you trying to make me angry?”

The question comes out as more of a demand, but Harry is surprised to hear Sirius’ voice as soft and firm instead of the loud and angry tone he would have expected with such a statement.

Regardless, it’s enough to render Harry silent and send his gaze to his shoes, which are dirty and splattered with stray flecks of blood.

“You don’t take curses for me,” Sirius states plainly, akin to saying the sky is blue or Blast-Ended Skrewts are dangerous. His eyes are steel as they flicker down to the side of Harry’s t-shirt, which is slowly turning crimson. “You don’t jump in front of any spell headed for me. I don’t care if it’s Avada Kedavra or Felix Felicis in some sort of miraculous charm form. You. Don’t. Do. That. Do you hear me?” Each word comes out short and punches Harry straight in the gut.

Harry can only nod wordlessly, his eyes fixed to the floor. Sirius takes a step closer and gently forces Harry’s chin upwards with his forefinger. 

“I protect you remember?” Sirius says softly. “That’s the gift I was lucky to receive when your parents made me your godfather. I look out for you. Not the other way around. You got it?”

Harry nods again, his own eyes burning as he looks into Sirius’ own grey ones. Behind the frustration, Harry realizes, he can only see pure love. 

Sirius sighs and releases Harry’s chin, instead slinging his arm around Harry’s shoulders.

“C’mon. Let’s get that side checked out.” 

*screams* silently cuz yk sitting with a very anti harry potter family

Something He Never Got To Say Before

for @impishtubist 's prompt here ; it's not wolfstar raising Harry, but close! hope you like it ! words: 955 summary: Harry wants to call Sirius ‘dad’. [Set in the summer after PoA, Peter’s caught, Sirius is free and raising Harry the best he can.]

It frustrates Harry how it fits so perfectly. Sirius is spelled soft and warm on his tongue but dad—it’s tender and something Harry’s never got to say before and homey and it makes his cheek hurt with a smile. Harry loves how it sounds.

But he isn’t meant for it.

Harry stares at the words.

Oh, and I’m sure my dad will~

That’s where they end, the curved end of the l smudged into a waving, blotted line; Harry’s quill had jerked with the realisation of what he’d written.

Dad.

He stares, biting his lip, heart starting to pound in his chest. Sirius, he means. But.

Sirius isn't his dad. Harry doesn't have a dad.

It shouldn't hurt as much as it does.

Sirius changed his whole life. He bought Harry a home, now gives him a life that is a thousand times less miserable and more exciting than his previous one—it is love filled and brimming with smiles and soft touches (instead of shrieking and pan-throwing and knee-scraping heart-wrenching hurt) and Sirius buys him candies and ice creams (the very best ones) and takes him to carnivals and teaches him about Holi and Diwali and tells him stories about his parents. Sirius ruffles his hair and watches the telly with him and tells Harry: I love you, kid.

You're the best, Harry.

It's enough. It should be.

It is, in a way. Harry is more than grateful, beyond it really, for all that Sirius has done—he’s done so much for him in a mere twenty days than the Dursleys ever did for him in all of Harry’s thirteen years.

And yet, he finds himself wanting more.

His lips taste of blood as he scrapes back his chair to throw the crumpled parchment into the bin.

-

He is four (but he doesn't know it then) when he, looking at Petunia's long pale hair and Dudley's very blue eyes (handsome, Petunia always says), asks: “Are you my mum?”

It's a question that's been troubling him, after that Incident at the grocer's, whizzing around in his mind and buzzing right next to his ears and crawling over his fingers ever since.

Petunia turns with a crack of her neck, her face pinching and scrunching. “Where did you get that idea from?”

“That woman at the—”

“I am not,” she cuts in, sharply. Then she shudders. “I'm not your mother and never will be, you understand? I would never want you as my son, you freak of a child.”

Harry fights back tears.

“Who is, then?” he whispers.

“You don't have a mother, you idiot.”

One of the words he learns that day is orphan.

-

It frustrates Harry how it fits so perfectly. Sirius is spelled soft and warm on his tongue but dad—it’s tender and something Harry’s never got to say before and homey and it makes his cheek hurt with a smile. Harry loves how it sounds.

But he isn’t meant for it. It’s how it is. Like how he will never have his parents back. How the sky is blue. It’s how it will be.

Yet. There’s a childish part of Harry that hopes so badly, hopes with all of his snitch-sized heart and rule-defying soul that Sirius accepts him and calls him ‘son’ and —

Maybe he should write a letter to Hermione. Or Ron. They’re good at family stuff, especially Ron. Harry wonders what his best friend would say if he asked: ‘Mate, what do you do when you feel like calling your godfather ‘dad’?

He probably wouldn’t know, nor Hermione, Harry thinks, chewing his morsel for far longer than he should, staring at his plate.

The thing is, the real thing that is behind it all, that Sirius is really, when you think of it for a good while, the perfect picture for the word ‘dad’. He’s the synonym of dad, really, and Harry’s sure that if he said it to whoever wrote dictionaries, the writer would most definitely agree and immediately jot it down next to ‘dad’ and congratulate him immensely for the insight. (In his mind, he looks like Cornelius Fudge.)

And that is why, when Sirius asks Harry in his gentle voice, eyes grey and kind, if something is wrong (because Harry has been quiet throughout dinner and Sirius is sure the curry tastes alright and there’s nothing wrong Sirius has said and he’s wracking his brain if today is a date kids should be morose on but he can’t handle Harry looking so sadly at his plate, like it’s broken his heart or something) that Harry blurts, “Can I call you dad?”

Sirius blinks.

His spoon clatters on the plate.

Harry’s mouth parts as he realises what he’s said and he inhales a sharp, stuttering breath.

Way to go there, Potter. “Er—I mean…”

He doesn’t know what he means except what he said and he knows that he shouldn’t have said it and there’s an expression (shock? surprise? dread?) drenching Sirius’ face and he needs to look away and down at his plate.

Shame burns in his throat, flaming his face and his heart twists.

Harry says, “I meant…” He has no idea what he can say that would rectify this situation. He stares at his orange-red curry, imagining his face is as red as it.

“Oh, Harry…” Sirius say, voice sounding... strange. He clears his throat. “I—of course you can. If you want to.”

Harry looks up so quickly his vision greys a little. “I can?”

“Yeah, you can.” Sirius’ hand flies to his smooth hair to smoothen it.

“Oh.”

He can’t believe it. Sirius smiles; a smile that makes him think of his parents’ wedding photos, that makes Harry believe in everything, including this.

Harry’s face splits into a wide wide grin. “Um, thank you… Dad!”

Sirius’ smile wobbles. “Come here, kid.” Sirius gets up and raises his arms, inviting Harry for a hug. Harry rushes forward, chair screeching, heart soaring in delight, and burrows himself in the tight hold of his godfather, and—dad.

love the ignorance of Peter😂

is this seat taken?

how the marauders sit around you

tags: james potter x reader,, sirius black x reader,, remus lupin x reader,, headcanon,, so soft

a/n: been super inactive!! so i offer this as peace offering <3

james would purposefully find seats meant for for one person. eagerly pulling you to follow him and plop down, patting his thighs. you’d look at him, eyebrows raised in question and he’d just offer a boyish smile, perfect dimples denting his cheeks. he’d spread his legs, pull you into him and sit you on one of his muscled thighs. he would keep a hand around your waist and the other intertwined with yours. he’d make you lean into him a bit more, only to pepper you with light kisses all over your jaw and neck. of course you’d wish to sit on a proper chair once in a while, and when you had said this out loud, he had gasped, utterly offended.

sirius would be sitting on a bench, he would have his legs on either side of the seat, his legs barricading you in place. his knees and the warmth of thighs touching yours and facing you. he’d be leaning to the table, an elbow prompt up supporting his head. while his other hand would be tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, exposing your pretty neck. he’d run his knuckle over the smooth skin and he’s just stare. looking at you and softly smiling. then you would you would offer him bites of your meal, kissing his lips each time he takes a bite.

remus would sit on the couch, grab your hand and slowly guide you to stand between his spread knees. he would kiss your hand, littering little kisses all over your wrist and forearms and the inside of your elbow, as he slowly let your arms rest on his shoulders. as he leans forward to hug your thighs close to his chest. he’d nuzzle your tummy, breathe in your scent - somehow always calming his nerves. you’d bury your hand in his hair, run your fingers through it and rub his scalp. he’d open his eyes, not knowing he’d close them and look up at you, sighing, looking content.

Personal headcanon:

Sirius was Harry's dogfather (according to harry) and well... Sirius being Sirius never corrected him sooo when they met and sirius told him firsthand that he was Harry's godfather a memory surfaced in both of their brains and they both looked at each other

"You know when you were little you used to-"

"-call you my dogfather?"

"Well, yeah - how'd you remember that?"

And harry justs shrugs

I need a fanfic about this if you know any do tell me in the comments or reblogs or whatever