I Am Gonna Die If This Fic Doesnt End Up Being Posted

Remus not checking up on Harry for 12 years because he was busy being sad in Wales and Sirius not breaking out of Azkaban for 12 years because he was literally being tortured every single day are not the same thing at all, in this essay I will–

Trying to find Fanfic Author St Mean

Ok soooo if anyone wants a james potter fanfic from the Marauders era: James Potter Chronicles Year 1(-5 is posted yet)

But Mr. St Mean if you are on Tumblr I would request you to continue rhe fanfic....

And, others, I would like to urge you to read it. Its so underrated!!! Its canon n yk no slashes but still sorry to atyd readers but after reading this I really couldnt understand why atyd is more famous than jpc its way better!!!!

GGSB Fest 2024 - You're My Hero

@goodgodfathersiriusblack

Prompt - hero

When Harry is tasked with a holiday paper about his personal hero, Sirius is surprised to learn that it's *him*.

AO3

***

“Hey kid, what are you working on?” Sirius asks, as he sees Harry at the table writing something on parchment.  It’s their first winter holidays that they’re spending together after his breakout and subsequent freedom the previous year.  “Thought you wouldn’t have any homework for the holidays.”

“Oh, erm, McGonagall heard about this… muggle paper… that she wanted us to try writing.  She’s hoping that it might help people see that I’m just an ordinary kid and stop people from treating me differently.”

Sirius frowns.  “Muggle paper … about what that would do that?”

“Your personal hero,” Harry states.  “Since we have to list three reasons why this person – a real person – is our personal hero, she thinks it’ll help people realize that they don’t have three reasons to consider me their hero and might, you know, think of me as a kid.  Not a mythical hero.”

Sirius hums.  “She waited until your fourth year for this?”

“I think she just realized that it was kind of a big deal the last few years and she just finally wanted to do something,” Harry states.  “She mentioned something about your talk with her?”

“Oh,” Sirius offers.  He had had a talk with her after Harry had admitted to some difficulties he’s had with the students in previous years.  Higher expectations, badgering him when he just wanted to go to class, and treating him overall differently.  Harry wants to be normal, and he deserves that.  So, Sirius wanted to deal with that.  “That … explains a lot.  I hope it helps.”

“Me too.”

Harry returns to his paper, and honestly, Sirius is curious about who Harry might write about: Lily, since she saved him?  James, since he tried to protect them both?  Maybe the Weasleys since they tried to be there for him – (not enough for Sirius’ opinion, but to Harry, it probably was)?

He wants to ask, but before he can, Harry says, “It’s not done yet, but … when I’m done, do you – you want to read it?”

“I’d love that,” Sirius says, smiling. 

“Good.”

***

Three days later just before Harry’s about to go to bed, he says, “I left the paper on the counter.  If you don’t like it… I could… write about someone else.  Just … let me know.”

Sirius tilts his head in confusion even as he says, “I’m sure it’s great.  I’ll go read it now.  Have a good night.”

“Night, Pads.”

Harry rushes up the stairs and Sirius moves to the table to read Harry’s paper.

My godfather is my hero because… 

And Sirius can’t stop the “Oh,” from slipping out.  

Harry had written about him.  He – he thought Sirius was his hero.  

He saved me from my relatives, he gave me a home, and he chooses to love me for who I am and not what I am to the world…

Sirius can’t stop the tears rolling down his cheeks as he reads all about how Harry truly felt since the moment that Sirius offered him a home that night that they caught Pettigrew.  Harry had detailed a very long paper about how amazing Sirius was just for simple things like writing letters and making his favorite dinner.  Things like letting him decorate his own room and the fact that he has a legit room to live in.

It's … beautifully written.  The love splashed across the page is hard to miss and it melts Sirius’ heart.  

(Of course, he also wants to kill the Dursleys because basic care for a child should not be hero-worthy, but that’s for another time).  Right now, he just wants to go hug his kid tight and tell him he loves him.

Thus, when he reaches the end of the paper, he gets up to do just that and isn’t surprised that Harry’s anxiously waiting at the top to the stairs.  

Oh right, he sounded like he was worried that Sirius wouldn’t be thrilled with being the subject of the paper.

But he is… he so is.

He rushes up the stairs and pulls Harry into a hug.  

“I love you, Kid, so much.”

“You’re okay with it, then?” Harry asks, still worried despite being in Sirius’ arms.  

“I’m thrilled, kid.  It’s such an honor.  I hope that I continue to live up to the honor of being your hero.”

Harry hugs him tightly back.  “You will, I know you will.”

“Good.”

Lily's temper once they find and reseat her

Poor Lily

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Remus: Shit.

Sirius: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

James: OH MY GOD LILY FELL OFF!!!

Sweetttt

Omg could we get another part of animagus cat reader and Sirius? Maybe they’re napping together and the boys try to take cat reader as a joke/because they’re curious while she’s sleeping and she suddenly transforms back as they pick her up LOL. Sirius is grumpy to be woken up/have their special time now exposed hehe

part 1

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Sirius's bedcurtains are drawn, a clear sign that James and Remus should grant him some privacy.

Unfortunately, James Potter has never been one to take hints, and Remus strictly stays out of their shenanigans. It's only when James gasps with the entire capacity of his lungs that Remus peers curiously over at the bed in the corner, intrigue piqued when he finds a newly familiar form curled up on Sirius's chest.

"That cat!" James hisses, and he's particularly lucky that Sirius is laying on his side with your chin nuzzled over his ear, or the boy would have heard him. Instead, it's you that wakes, eyes blinking open wide as you stare at the men staring back down at you.

"Hi, darling," Remus hums softly, reaching out a tentative, scarred hand to hover it near your nose. You don't need any time for inspection before butting your head up against the heel of his palm, and he grants you a warm chuckle and scratches behind your ears. When you're not transformed, the feeling of someone toying with your hair is entirely unwelcome. But now you lean into Remus's touch, slumping relaxed once more over Sirius's ear.

"Stop hogging her," James urges, sticking his own hand less ceremoniously beneath your nose, "I want a turn."

Remus concedes with an exasperated grimace, but lets James take over anyways. He's lucky that you're you and he doesn't even know it, because if he'd tried petting any other cat by jamming his fingers into their neck, he'd be walking away with several scratch marks on his arms. But you forgive him as he tries petting you too similarly to how he pets Sirius in the man's own animagus form, all riling strokes and heavy-handed pats. You let out a soft mewl of protest when he tries picking you up, and Remus mutters something about you being the most patient cat in the world.

"Just leave her alone, James," Remus warns his friend, "Her patience is gonna wear out."

He listens for only a second, then decides he knows best.

"S'alright, Moony," He promises his friend, over-confident and too eager for affection he hasn't earned yet, "She's layin' all over Sirius, clearly wants a cuddle. You snooze, you lose, now it's my turn."

James's hand slides to your underbelly, an area you're not fond of being handled at in this form. Annoyance surges through you, prickling at your fur and making you long for the smooth expanse of your human skin again, an urge that you give into without much thought when James tries prying you off of Sirius's face.

There's a lot of noises at once. A pained yelp from Sirius, when you form suddenly weighs a lot heavier on him than it was when you'd laid down. A 'woah!' from James as your fur gives way to soft skin beneath his hands which he quickly retracts. A soft gasp from Remus who hadn't been expecting the rather unpleasant sound of transforming between bodies.

Two sets of eyes regard you with incredulity, and one blinks slowly beneath you, laden with drowsiness.

"It's you," James breathes, an air of amazement in his voice that shouldn't be there; after all, he's an animagus as well. Surely he should have noticed shifty behavior or a change in mannerisms from you. All of a sudden your preference for Sirius's softer, fluffy sweaters makes sense.

"Yes, it's me." You huff exasperatedly, perched precariously on Sirius's once-sleeping form. He's not pushing you off but you're sure it's not comfortable, so you slide yourself in front of him instead, easing back against him and letting him spoon you.

"Cat's out of the bag," Sirius rasps sleepily beside your ear, and you don't have to look at him to know he's grinning at his rather pitiful joke, "Did he try to pick you up?"

"Right around the stomach," You gripe, glaring at James while Sirius wraps his arm around the very portion of your body you'd just forbidden James from touching, "Like a toddler."

"For the record," Remus calls, "I was nice to you."

"I was nice too!" James gawps, "I just wanted a cuddle."

"Get your own girlfriend," Sirius drawls lazily, his face buried against the back of your head, and maybe it's a biting statement considering one Lily Evans is still firmly opposed to the presence of James in her life. Sirius knows, and amends it, "Or crawl into Moony's bed. I don't care, "Jus' keep your hands off m'girl."

Oh I just searched up Vape already exists and its for voldemort and snape

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?”

i love this i love this i love this i love

GGSB Fest 2024 - Finding Your Inner Animal

@goodgodfathersiriusblack

Harry wants to be an animagus, Sirius helps him find his inner animal.

AO3

***

Sirius could admit that he was surprised, even though he knew that he shouldn’t be, that Harry wanted to learn to be Animagus.  He had convinced Harry to at least wait until he was sixteen before attempting to learn the transformation, and after surviving the DOM and offing Voldemort, he had come to Sirius on his sixteenth birthday and said, “I’m sixteen, now will you teach me?”

Which is how they ended up spending the following day sitting across from each other on the floor, the journals that he and James had kept, along with several books on the transformation in Harry’s lap in the most bland room in their new house.

It was bland on purpose. 

It’s meant to allow the person to find the inner peace of their animal through a mediative state, not meant to guide someone one way or another.  

Sirius had given him the journals and books prior to this attempt, and Harry believed he was ready to try.  

Thus, where they are right now.

“Okay, now, to reach the state necessary, you have to completely empty your mind.”

“Sounds like Snape’s horrible lessons.”

“This’ll be better, I’m not going to attack you – I want you to just relax, close your eyes and listen to the sound of my voice.”

“I can do that.”

“Good.”

Sirius begins walking him through his mediation.  It’s not always easy especially for a kid like Harry who has a lot on his mind much of the time, but after a few false starts, it appears that Harry has reached the state necessary.  

“Now, staying completely relaxed.  Think about what makes you happy, what traits define you, what calls to you…”

Harry hums but doesn’t speak.  

Sirius continues to guide him through what defines him.  The things that his inner animal would call out to.

“Tell me where you are.”

“A clearing.  There’s trees and a stream nearby,” Harry states.  “It’s quiet ad calm.”

“And what do you feel around you?”

“Warm air.   The ground beneath me.”

“Good…”

He continues for a few more minutes as Harry begins to describe strange feelings on his arms and legs before he guides Harry to move to the stream to see his animal self. 

“Tell me what you see when you see yourself in the stream.”

“I see – fur all around me.  I have paws and a tail.  I’m … I look like a Samoyed puppy.  Except dark fur and green eyes with white fur where my scars are.”

Sirius can’t help grinning.  He’s thrilled that Harry’s a dog like him.  It feels fitting… even if he expected him to be a stag like his father since his Patronus is a stag, but this is better.  As long as Harry is happy about it.  

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

Harry opens his eyes and smiles.  “That was … something.”

“Sure was, what do you think?”

“I think that was brilliant!  I can’t wait to be a dog and run through the park and play fetch and just… be anonymous and loving,” Harry smiles.  “You and I could go on runs together and play together as dogs like how cool is that?”

“Does that mean you’re okay with having a form like mine?”

“Of course I am!” Harry says, smiling.  “I was a little worried about being like Dad, ‘cause Prongs couldn’t hide in plain sight, and I definitely couldn’t do a cat or something because … just no.  I thought I might get something that flies, but I think I prefer flight on a broom.  This – this is … fantastic.”

He pauses as if uncertain. 

“You’re not, like, mad that I’ve stolen your form a bit, are you?”

“Are you kidding?” Sirius asks, surprised.  “I am thrilled – I was worried you’d be disappointed.”

Harry grins and lets out a relieved breath.  “Great!  I’m so happy, then!”

Sirius grins.  “I’m glad finding your inner animal made you so happy.  It’s going to take a while to transform, but now that you know your animal, we can start working on it.”

“Now?” Harry asks, hopefully.

“If that’s what you want.”

“It is!”

“Then, now, it is.”

yeah why hermione?

Harry: why was six afraid of seven?

Hermione: I assume it's because seven is a prime number and prime numbers are intimidating

Ron: ..... It's because seven ate 9....

Harry: Hermione why??

k sure

Walburga: so… you’re still gay, then?

Sirius: no, actually I forgot to pay my Gay Bill this month so they cut me off.

nothing to say really just 'hahahahahahshwshwhshs phrphrphrphrphrphr

*When Harry "dies" he recieves a third option, which is go back in time and he does that. And when is time for old Voldy to return-* Harry: Cedric, I would love if you could win this shit, but I have to take this fucking thing alone or else you'll die. I'm not even kidding. Been there, done that and it wasn't fun for either of us. Cedric: Cedric: So, you used a Time Turner? Harry: Nah, I died at 17 and recieved 3 options; move on, go back to the moment I died or go back in time...I chose go back in time, sounded more fun and I could fix some shit up. Cedric: Cedric: Okay, I'll just send the red sparks for me then...Good luck, I guess? Harry: I'll need that. *In the graveyard, after Voldy has a body* Harry: *Stuns every Death Eater* Harry: It's just me and you now, Tommy. Voldemort: What the actual fuck? How did you break free?! Harry: That's something that should be between me and Merlin. Harry: And oh, btw? I know about the Horcruxes and I destroyed almost all of them. Harry, putting his own wand on his head: Avada Kedavra. Voldemort: Voldemort, to Harry: Potter? Voldemort, to his Death Eaters: What the fuck just happened? And why are you all useless bitches still stunned if he just committed suicide?! Harry: Because I'm not dead, motherkiller! Voldemort: What the fuck?! Harry: Now you can be killed, but for now I'm just gonna stun you and go back to Hogwarts with you and your little fucked up minions. We'll see from there. *Back to Hogwarts* Harry: I'm back with a few gifts, motherfuckers! The students: The professors: The parents: Fudge: Are those —? Harry, pointing to the DEs: Death Eaters, yes. Harry, pointing to Voldemort: And that's Tommy. Harry, pointing to Pettigrew: Oh and that's the traitor, the one who really got my parents murdered by Tommy, Peter Pettigrew. Fudge: Tommy? Harry: Yeah. Harry, seeing everyone's confusion: Oh, sorry, my bad! I forgot that not everyone knows Voldemort's real name... Harry, pointing to Voldemort: That's Voldemort. Everyone: *Screaming, panicking, fainting, throwing up* Harry: Oh, come on! He's fucking stunned and I could just kill him right now infront of everyone if that makes you all feel better! Fudge: Please, do that. I, as Minister of Magic, give Harry Potter a special permission to use a Unforgivable Curse to kill the one know as Lord V-Voldemort. Harry: Fine. Harry, pointing his wand to Voldemort: I guess it's bye forever now, Tommy. See you never. Avada Kedavra. Everyone: *Relief sighs* Moody/Crouch Jr: NOOOOOO! MY MASTER! Harry: Oh, forgot about you, honestly. That's not Alastor Moody, guys! That's actually Barty Crouch Jr on Polyjuice! Snape: And how do you know that? Harry: I just know. If you don't believe me you can wait until the effect of the potion is gone. Snape: Oh, we will. Harry: Okay, but can I please go to sleep then? I'm fucking tired. Dumbledore: Of course you can, my boy. Harry: Please, grandpa Dumbles, I'm not biologically yours, so don't call me that. Dumbledore: Snape: McGonagall: Flitwick: Sprout: Hermione: *facepalms* Hermione, grabbing Harry: Ron and I will take Harry away now, everyone! He's clearly exhausted... *Gryffindor common room, after Ron & Hermione dropped Harry into the boys dormitory* Ron: Hermione? Hermione: Uh? Ron: Did Harry really called Dumbledore 'Grandpa Dumbles' and got away with it? Hermione: Pretty much, yeah.