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need i remind you that ronald weasley, aged eleven, didn’t know that he had just sat in ~the harry potter~’s compartment and offered half of his sandwich to this random boy on the train who he’d only just met, because he was all alone and seemed to have no food,

i’m sick of the ron slander

[open picture for better quality] in order from top left to bottom right, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, peter pettigrew, lily evans, severus snape, harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger

also i’m sorry i genuinely didn’t realise that i put james and harry in the exact same outfit !!

some remus lupin headcanons i have that literally no one asked for

will never admit it but he actually loves history of magic

swears all the time

except during sex where he just uses merlin instead

queen is his favourite band by a long shot

sirius learns some queen songs on guitar so he can play them for remus to impress him

remus rolls his eyes but is secretly very impressed

hates coffee

pretends to hate when padfoot licks him but secretly loves it

jumpers galore

really likes joseph and the amazing technicolour dreamcoat for some reason

hums his favourite songs all the time without realising

long attention span

like he could sit and watch the sky for hours

or james and sirius messing about on their brooms

or the raindrops going down the windows

he likes when it’s sunny because he gets to watch the sun illuminate sirius’ face

but his favourite weather is when it’s crisp and dry, or when there’s a rainstorm

loves sirius’ head in his lap whilst he reads

loves hands running through his hair (mainly sirius’)

hates water but drinks it anyway

“it has no flavour whatsoever” “why are you drinking it then” “it’s good for you innit”

i’m convinced that he talks in proper english all day up until around 6pm where he gets lazy/tired and starts muttering in bristolian

m o r n i n g p e r s o n

will only go shirtless in front of the marauders bc he’s insecure of his scars :((

never likes to cut his hair, but it’s ok because it never grows past his ears

he has a lip piercing because why not

buff but he doesn’t often show it

it’s a sight for mainly sirius

loves it when sirius gently tickles or touches him because it makes him feel human :,(

has never worn skinny jeans in his life

and never will.

has to help sirius tie a tie for events (weddings etc)

no allergies but pretends to be allergic to tree nuts because he just hates them and he doesn’t want to seem picky

chocolate cake is his favourite (to eat and to make)

chocoholic

doesn’t really like champagne all that much but he drinks it to feel posh

sirius was the first person he was properly attracted to, not just based on looks

hates slughorn.

likes his name but prefers “moons” or “moony” usually

always twirling his wand or tapping his feet

fidgeting all the time

cisgender but prefers he/they

james, being oblivious, had always assumed sirius would be a top. i mean he took control of situations and was always confident. one day he accidentally walks in on him and remus doing the do, and witnesses some very disturbing things “what do you want pads?” “need you, moons, need you so bad” “beg for it” and after realising his best friend is, in fact, a power bottom, he does not hestitate to tease thef u c k out of him for it

what if only the marauders and their descendants can see them on the map. it would explain why harry could see peter on there, since he’s james’ son, but why fred and george couldn’t see peter with ron every night, or ever

I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS

ok so trans!neville and he is so scared to come out to his friends because all his life he’s been told by his gran that he’s a sweet little girl

so he doesn’t tell anyone until one day he meets remus lupin, his third year dada teacher.

late as usual neville rushes into the room, an apology on the tip of his tongue, when professor lupin goes “hi! if you don’t mind me asking, what are your pronouns? oh and a name would be helpful as well”

he is so shocked he can barely respond.

“that’s ok, maybe we can talk privately, after class. is that alright?” neville just nods and slips into his seat

at the end of the lesson remus beckons him over. “so, i never got your name”

“yes professor, um i just- i,” he really hadn’t thought enough about how to word this “i haven’t told anyone this but, i think i might be transgender” neville looks down in shame, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes

“oh, that’s ok! that must have been hard for you to tell me, i’m very proud of you. so, what pronouns would you prefer me to use?”

he’s shocked for a moment as he looks up into his professors kind, gentle eyes, before taking a deep shaky breath and saying, “he/him. yes i prefer he/him” confirming it more to himself than anyone else

this was his first time saying it out loud before. it felt so good. he felt on top of the fucking world.

“that’s great! unfortunately, i’m still short of your name”

“oh, yes, sorry professor. neville. i’m neville longbottom.”

“well it was nice to meet you neville. now, i believe you have a few people you might want to speak to” remus points behind him to the door where his friends are standing wide eyed.

“i’m sorry. i understand if you don’t want to be my friends anymore but, i don’t feel like a girl, i never have”

“neville why would think that! of course we want to be friends with you.”

“neville?”

“yeah, of course.”

and then he realises he has some amazing friends and a pretty amazing defense against the dark arts teacher too.

just imagining bi harry in third year, on the hogwarts express admiring everyone because goddamn they’re all so hot now but then he sees draco malfoy and his brain s t o p s f u n c t i o n i n g

This reminds me of Christmas in Hogwarts.🏰🤍

HP headcannon

TW: A shit load of reading. tears, and feels, lots of them. Also this was inspired by the sentence in bold which I was going to use in my standardized test writing section. And this makes no sense chronologically (im adhd af alright.) 

Voting is important because if there was a vote then Sirius Black wouldn’t have spent 12 worthless years in Azkaban and harry wouldn’t have been raised in an abusive household rather with wolfstar dadfoot and mommy.

Harry would’ve known all about the marauders and by the time he enters Hogwarts he knows all the secret passages and where to find the map. He also knows where to hide from Filtch, prefects doing their rounds and teachers. Harry has long since been an animagus. He would’ve entered knowing all about his parents (siriusly all about them, good and the bad.) he would have entered being a pranking god and reusing some of his dads old tricks. Every time Harry  pranks he gets a howler from Sirius about how proud he in which sirius proceeds to flirt w Dumbledore, gossip w Minnie, tell Draco to tell his dad that he’s a bitch, also tell Draco that if he doesn’t stay over for christmas he will have to listen to Sirius sending a howler everyday of him singing, and then Sirius going on to roast tf outta snivellus and properly cuss him out (he also adds in some hair flips and talks ab how supperior he is.) Harry 100% would call minerva Minnie and Minnie would be like a grandma who visited a l l t h e t I m e. He would be a flying god by the time he enters Hogwarts and is immediately on the team (Sirius likes to credit himself but we all know it was Minnies excellent coaching.) In first year when he has to get the sorcerers stone he roasts tf outta voldy “I thought a bitch who couldn’t kill a fucking baby said sum,” “no literally mate you coulda just thrown me out the window but noooo,” “don’t talk to me till you get a nose you fuckin wanker.” Harry would’ve flirted with Dumbledore to get out of detentions. Harry would’ve grown up hearing stories about Regulas and about Sirius’s family and how he was brought up. Instead of shutting down Malfoy he would’ve frickin adopted him and they would be bffs; as close as Sirius and James. Malfoy would 100% join in on pranks and plan some of them but he would never get caught. Harry hating Lockhart and cONSTANTLY pranking him (almost as much as he pranks snivey) Harry constantly reminding him of how his uncles repeatedly outranked him for the hottest wizard award. When Harry is sorted he would’ve been a MAJOR hat stall because the hat would really push for him to be in his true house *cough cough slytherin* but harry doesn’t want to leave Malfoy, he also doesn’t want to leave Minnie nor does he want to leave his parents house (and uncles) and most of all, he doesn’t want ANYTHING to do with Snape. Instead he meets Ron and Mione in the house and introduces them to Draco, at first Draco really doesn’t like them but once he starts to know them he questions his families teaching (silently of course) and decides he doesn’t want to be like them. Harry being bffs with Nott, Zabini and Pansy (they were all actually crucial in the taking down of the dark lord. When Harry hangs out with them it's just all sass and sarcasm and dark jokes (the number of people they have SCARRED). Draco and Mione being the only responsible ones and help them study all the time. Draco and Harry never sitting separately and if they do they always find some other way to communicate. Draco and Harry sitting at each others house tables ALL THE TIME and it really pisses Snape off (that may or may not be why they do it.) Draco hating Snape with a passion and yelling at him whenever he’s mean to Mione. All four of them having nicknames for each other. Draco and Mione came up w a playbook together with long elaborate shit like “initiate Page 387 paragraph 4 up section 3 clause 12.” Draco and Mione tying for first every year. God help everyone when they start to compare owls. TH E S L E E P O V E R S. All of them spending so much time in the kitchens. Draco is soooo nice to house elves because of that and actually co-founds S.P.E.W. Draco and his Slytherin friends sleeping in the Gryffindor common rooms because the password is too bigoted and they refuse to say it. The golden trio promptly begins to help, Mione looks for a spell to reverse it, Harry and Ron forcefully trying to remove the portrait meanwhile Neville brings snacks, blankets and says that they did a good job (Neville also being the one the Slytherins go to when they feel bad because of blood supremacy, Neville promptly reminding them that the fact that you feel bad and refuse it shows how good you truly are.) All of them are Neville defence squad and Neville supremacy 100%. They all repeatedly tell him how they would die for him. Draco hating Bellatrix for what he did to Neville. Draco and Harry immediately trade schedules to see what classes they share and swapping common room passwords. Draco is actually an heir of Slytherin but they all know its not him doing the attacks. Draco being with Harry in the chamber and trying his best to call off the basilisk while also telling Tom how he disgraces the Slytherin name. Draco being so nice to muggle-borns and creates a club where he helps them adjust to the Wizarding World (Sirius hears and promptly send sweets and howlers about how proud he is saying “I knew he was good oh you Lucius spawn you I’m so proud.”) Draco being really happy because Sirius knows that the Sacred 28 families look down upon affection so he doesn’t get told this by his parents. Sirius dotes on Draco always giving him affection because of this. The first time it happened Draco was like “what is this” and the golden trio’s heart broke, from then on they always display physical affection to him, hand holding, hugs forehead kisses, pet names you name it.) Draco also crying a lot because it’s the first time he’s had this since he was like 2 and doesn’t think he deserves it because of how his parents are. Draco threatening anyone who says shit about any of them and the four being as close as the marauders (so much so that all the teachers have flashbacks and ptsd from all the pranks.) Harry H A T I N G Snape for all the shit he did and calling him snivellus. Sirius hears and cries because he’s so fucking proud. Harry having to be held back from tackling Snape anytime he makes a lily reference. God have mercy for anyone who was unfortunate enough to be there when he saw snapes patronus because “it’s not love you nazi bitch! you fucking betrayed her and then got all but hurt you stalker esque bitch.” Remus literally keeping Sirius 100% in the loop when he is dada teacher man knows everything going on. Harry going to Hogsmade only to see Sirius “coincidentally” there. Sirius and Draco actually having a lot in common and Sirius completely loves the kid like wtf he’s Malfoy blood I have to hate him. When Voldey returns Draco beating up anyone who calls Harry a liar. Draco working as a spy for the order and doing little undetected acts of rebellion to help Harry. Instead of outright trying to be disowned Draco just uses everything to his advantage and is on the umbitch (Draco came up w the name) too spy yet again and healing anyone who had to use the fucking quill. In seventh year Draco and Neville begin to really work together and really like each other (platonically though) but god they are so FUCKING SARCASTIC WHEN THEY’RE TOGETHER. Draco teaching Occulmency and how to pretend like you're being Cruciod. Draco and Neville being actual besties. At the battle of Hogwarts Draco saving both Sirius and Remus and calls them both dad (they both teared up a LOT.) In the battle of Hogwarts Sirius shows up and fuckin runs over voldy w his motorcycle, Sirius also bringing a machine gun and going insane. Draco ends up killing nagini and his aunt. Draco also being known as a savior.

A Hogsmeade date

Y/N struggled with insecurity, but Regulus, hopelessly smitten, finally took her on a date.

requested by @misskity1912-blog

Regulus Black x Chubby Fem! reader

words: 944

warning: mentions of insecurity

note: part two to Hidden in plain sight

find more here: masterlist, Regulus masterlist

Regulus sat at the Slytherin table, utterly dazed, his chin resting in his palm as he stared dreamily across the Great Hall at Y/N. His porridge had long since gone cold, but he hadn’t noticed—he was too lost in his thoughts, replaying the moment she had said yes to him over and over again in his mind.

“I still don’t understand how she agreed,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Barty groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “Merlin, Regulus, this is worse than before! You’ve been staring at her for ten minutes straight. Eat your bloody food.”

Evan smirked as he took a sip of his pumpkin juice. “No, let him have his moment. It’s adorable, really.”

Regulus scowled, but it lacked any real irritation. “I just don’t get it. She’s brilliant, kind, beautiful—why would she choose me?”

Pandora sighed, ever the voice of reason. “Maybe because she sees something wonderful in you, just like you see in her?”

Regulus opened his mouth to argue but found that he had no response. He turned his gaze back to Y/N, who sat alone at the Ravenclaw table, her head bowed as she picked at her food. She never seemed to talk to anyone, always lost in her world. His heart clenched at the sight. She looked so lonely, and yet, there was something about her solitude that made her seem untouchable, as if she had built walls that no one had ever tried to climb.

“I don’t deserve her,” he murmured, barely audible.

Barty groaned louder, slamming his fork onto the table. “For Salazar’s sake, if you start getting all tragic and brooding about this, I will personally hex you. She likes you, Regulus. Enjoy it.”

Regulus sighed, though a small, reluctant smile played on his lips. Maybe, just maybe, Barty was right. For once, he allowed himself to believe that Y/N truly wanted to be with him.

Evan chuckled, leaning forward. “You should see yourself right now. It’s like watching a lovesick puppy.”

“I am not lovesick,” Regulus retorted, but his voice lacked conviction.

“You so are,” Pandora teased, nudging his arm. “And it’s sweet. Honestly, I think Y/N would be surprised if she knew how much you admired her.”

Regulus tensed at the thought. “You don’t think she thinks it’s a joke, do you?”

Evan sighed. “Mate, if she thought it was a joke, she wouldn’t have said yes. Stop doubting everything and enjoy the moment. This isn’t a strategy meeting; it’s a date.”

Regulus frowned, chewing over Evan’s words. It was true—Y/N had said yes. That had to mean something. Still, the fear of somehow messing everything up gnawed at him. But as he glanced at her again, watching the way she absentmindedly flipped through the pages of a book with a soft, distant look in her eyes, he felt a strange sense of peace settle over him.

Perhaps, for once, things were exactly as they were meant to be.

-

Hogsmeade Day had arrived, and Y/N stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the fabric of her oversized sweatshirt. It was comfortable, long enough to cover her hips, draping over her arms in a way that made her feel hidden. Paired with a flowing, ankle-length skirt, it was the perfect outfit—not too tight, not too revealing. Just safe.

She smoothed her hands over the fabric, exhaling shakily. No matter what she wore, she still saw the same girl in the mirror. The same girl with round cheeks, thick arms, a body that felt too large for the world she lived in. A girl who had spent years believing that no one could ever look at her the way she looked at them.

And yet… Regulus had asked her out.

It still didn’t make sense. She had replayed the moment in her mind countless times, trying to find some hidden joke in his voice, some sign that it wasn’t real. But there was none. He had looked at her with a certainty that she couldn’t comprehend.

She swallowed hard and turned away from the mirror. If this was all some cruel game, she wasn’t sure she could handle it. But if it was real… if there was even the smallest chance that Regulus Black wanted to spend time with her, she would let herself have this day. Just this one.

-

Taking a deep breath, Y/N stepped out of the castle, her fingers gripping the edges of her sleeves. The cold air nipped at her cheeks as she made her way toward the entrance gates, her heart hammering in her chest. What if he changed his mind? What if he took one look at her and regretted asking her?

Her thoughts were silenced the moment she spotted him.

Regulus stood just outside, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, his sharp, elegant features softened by the small, cheeky smile on his lips. His grey eyes lit up the second they landed on her, and for a moment, Y/N forgot how to breathe.

“There you are,” he said, his voice warm. “For a second, I thought you stood me up.”

Y/N swallowed, hugging herself slightly. “I… I wouldn’t do that.”

Regulus tilted his head, studying her for a moment before stepping closer. “You look beautiful.”

A rush of warmth flooded her face, and she instinctively glanced away, refusing to believe he meant it. “You don’t have to say that.”

His brows knitted together in confusion before something in his expression shifted—gentle, yet firm. “I say what I mean.”

At the Three Broomsticks, the air hummed with chatter and the occasional clink of glasses. The scent of warm butterbeer and cinnamon lingered, wrapping them in a cocoon of comfort against the autumn chill outside. Y/N curled her fingers around the warm tankard, letting the heat seep into her skin. She took a small sip, savoring the sweetness and spice as she glanced at Regulus, whose own fingers brushed against hers more than once as they rested on the table.

Neither pulled away.

“I still don’t understand how you find Quidditch interesting,” Y/N teased, tilting her head as she took another sip. “It’s just people chasing a ball.”

Regulus gasped, placing a hand over his heart as though she had personally insulted his family name. “Chasing a ball? Y/N, Quidditch is an art.”

She arched a skeptical brow, barely holding back a laugh. “An art of nearly falling to your death?”

He smirked, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Exactly.”

She huffed a laugh, shaking her head before reaching for the book beside her. Its spine was new, the scent of parchment and ink still fresh. She flipped through the pages with reverence, her fingers gliding over the words as if they held something sacred. “This, though,” she murmured, “this is art. The way the author describes magic, it’s beautiful.”

Regulus leaned in slightly, his interest piqued. “Read me your favorite passage.”

She hesitated, her lips pressing together before she exhaled softly. With a knowing smile, she turned to a well-worn page and began reading aloud, her voice weaving through the air with quiet passion.

Regulus watched her, utterly transfixed. He wasn’t certain if it was the words she spoke or the way she spoke them—her voice dipping with emotion, her fingers lightly tracing the lines, her expression soft with admiration. Either way, he found himself hanging onto every syllable like she was telling the most fascinating story in the world.

When she finally closed the book, she glanced up at him. “You’re staring.”

A slow, lazy smile curled on his lips. “You make it hard not to.”

A light blush crept up her neck, and she quickly busied herself with taking another sip of butterbeer. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Black.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he mused, twirling his tankard in his hands. “I think it’s working just fine.”

They lingered for a while longer, talking about books, Quidditch, and anything in between. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows along the wooden beams, but eventually, the golden sky outside signaled that the afternoon had begun to fade. Reluctantly, they stepped out into the crisp breeze rolling through the village.

Without hesitation, Regulus shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders. The fabric was warm, carrying the faint scent of cologne and something distinctly him. Y/N blinked at him, startled by the effortless gesture.

“Can I see you again after this?” he asked, hands slipping into his pockets.

She tilted her head, studying him. “You… want to?”

He chuckled, shaking his head fondly. “More than anything.”

sirius black had a fear of needles (but not when it came to piercings and tattoos). so naturally, he always refused to take blood tests.

remus: blood tests are very important sirius, we need to know which vitamins you lack and what’s going on in the junk food dumpster you call a body.

sirius: here for a good time, not for a long time.😗✌️

Hogsmeade Weekend + Drarry

• The two of them were already pretty close friends, so it wouldn't be too awkward.

• Harry just didn't know how to tell Draco it'd be just the two of them; no Ron or Hermione.

• 'Harry, trust me, he wouldn't mind.'

• 'But what if he does, 'Mione?!'

• 'Tell him Hermione and I are going on a date.'

• 'Ronald!'

• Harry does manage to ask him (a day before the Hogsmeade weekend)

• Draco says yes, obviously, and they go together.

• It was easy for them to talk, and drink Butterbeer, and steal each others candy, and drink a little Firewhisky, and act like a couple.

• They got back late, laughing and slightly tipsy, but they quieted down once they entered the castle.

• Draco didn't remember when they'd exchanged scarves, but the Slytherin scarf made Harry's eyes appear brighter. He'd never admit Harry looked good in it, though.

• 'Thanks for today.' Draco whispered, smiling freely as he started walking away backwards. 'I ought to get back before Filch catches us.'

• Why is his smile so cute-'No problem, Draco. Best date I've ever been on.'

• Draco stopped and looked at Harry in confusion.

• 'Wait- that was a date?'

• Harry had not meant to say that out loud- but too late now.

• 'I mean... it could be. If you want it to be. Totally fine if you don't! It's not like I like you- no, wait, I don't not like you-'

• Harry stopped himself before he could continue rambling, and Draco laughed.

• 'Hogsmeade as a first date? Really, Potter? No, that wasn't a date. I'll take you somewhere better. Tomorrow.' Harry could have sworn that his heart stopped for a second.

• 'So you don't mind going on a date with me?'

• 'Honestly, Potter.' Draco laughed again. Harry found that he liked this carefree Draco as well. 'The only one who hasn't noticed my crush on you, is you.'

• Draco winked and walked to his common room, while Harry stood like a statue for the next minute.

• When he got back to the common room, he was surprised to see Hermione and Ron awake.

• 'So, how was the date, mate?' Ron asked him the second he entered.

• 'Ron! He means, how was hanging out with Draco?'

• 'I've got a date tomorrow.'

• 'Bloody hell! Harry got a date faster than me!' 'It's not my fault you took years to ask, Ronald.' 'Harry took years to confess to Draco!' 'Hey!'

• The date the next day turned out to be the first of many.