okay but after the stage play of ‘Harry Potter and the Cursed Child’, fanfiction will need an additional tag like EWE, especially for all our scorbus needs.
Here are some ideas
SPEW = Stage Play Entirely Withheld
ACCIO = Avoided Cursed Child Idea Overall
CCC = Cursed Child Compliant
GASP = Go Away, Stage Play!
~ Still open for ideas
If you look at this, and just think, for like 20 seconds, it’s truly amazing. This is one of my favorite .gif series now. I love it.
NEW TUMBLR LAW- REBLOG THIS EVERY TIME YOU SEE IT
I GOT HUGE GOOSEBUMPS
THIS IS AMAZING
I think the ones for Ron and Harry are perfect. But Hermione didn’t have children yet. To whom does that refer? Future kids or the people she already mothered at this point like Harry?
I think they mean that as the Muggleborn of the group, any future children she might have if Voldemort won would end up either being hunted like she was, or slaves.
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When Sirius Black was five years old, he told his four-year-old brother that he hated him. Walburga was always siding with Regulus over Sirius, especially as soon as Sirius began to show his rebellious streak. Regulus and Sirius had been fighting over the last cookie that Kreacher had made, shoving at each other, when Walburga noticed them. She slapped Sirius across the face hard and told him to grow up. When Regulus came into Sirius’ room that night, Sirius screamed at him to get out and told him he hated him.
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Sirius never got along with his cousins except for Andromeda. Bella and Narcissa liked to pull his long hair and tease him. He hated them more than he could say, probably because they reminded him of his mother.
When he was nine, he put itching powder in their shampoo when he was at their house for a long weekend. The girls nearly scratched themselves raw.
That night Sirius had Andromeda cut his hair so that they couldn’t pull it anymore.
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At ten years old, Sirius stole a broom and rode it to Knockturn alley. He went through the shops, looking for something to get back at Kreacher. The stupid house-elf had told his mum that Sirius had kissed a boy he met at one of the Black family parties. The boy had been named Gregory and he’d had nice soft lips. Preacher had found them kissing in the cupboard.
Sirius found some Flesh-eating Slug Repellent and decided he sound dump it over Kreacher’s head.
He didn’t get a chance to. When he got home and snuck upstairs, Orion and Walburga were waiting for him in his room. Sirius suffered his father’s belt that night.
He couldn’t wait to get away from them and go to Hogwarts.
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Sirius ditched his parents as soon as they got through the passage to Platform 9 ¾. He went onto the train and began to look for an empty compartment. He passed by several kids he had grown up with, including his relatives. He made sure to stay far away from them.
In one of the last compartments was a boy with scars over his face, thin as a rail and almost sickly looking. He glanced up as Sirius slid the door open and seemed to be preparing himself for a confrontation. “I got here first,” he said quickly. “I’ve already switched compartments three times. I won’t be moved again!”
Sirius smirked and slid the door closed. “No worries, mate,” he said, sitting down across from the boy. “I just wanted to join you, that’s all.”
“Oh,” the boy said, visibly relaxing. “Thanks. Y-you’re more than welcome, by the way.”
“Some tossers really made you move compartments?” Sirius asked, pulling out several chocolate frogs from his pockets and offering one.
“Yeah,” the boy said, taking one. “Said they were occupied.”
“What a bunch of jerks,” Sirius mumbled, biting the head off his chocolate frog a bit savagely. He could only imagine his stupid cousins doing something like that.
“I’m Remus Lupin,” the boy said, nibbling on a frog foot. “Thanks again.”
“My pleasure!” Sirius answered, beaming.
The door to the compartment slid open and two boys came wandering in, one short and blond with giant front teeth, the other dark-skinned with messy black hair and glasses. “Hey chaps!” the one with glasses spoke up. “Mind if we join you? Us first years have to stick together, don’t we?”
“I suppose,” Sirius said, glancing over at Remus to make sure it was okay with him. It was his compartment after all.
“Hi,” Remus said, giving the new boys a little wave. “Take a seat.”
Sirius glared at the new boys and moved, sitting down next to Remus defiantly. He didn’t know these new boys and he was wary of them.
The blond boy looked a bit ill at ease, but the other one didn’t seem to take notice. “I’m James and this is Peter,” he introduced them, getting comfortable on his seat.
Sirius exchanged a glass with Remus and then handed him another chocolate Frog. “Is that so?”
James beamed at him. “It is!” he said, not realizing Sirius’ sarcastic tone. “You two been thinking about what house you’re going to be in?”
“I don’t much care,” Sirius said with a shrug. “Anything but Slytherin.”
“Really?” James asked, looking at Sirius intently. “Aren’t you a Black?”
“Yeah,” Sirius growled, getting to his feet. “You want to make something of it?”
“No, no,” James said, putting his hands up in surrender. “I just thought you’d want to be in Slytherin like your family.”
“No, I don’t,” Sirius said, sitting back down with a huff.
“Well, I’m hopping for Gryffindor,” James said confidently. “It’s the best house, after all.”
“Me too!” Peter said, grinning.
“I was under the impression that they’re all good,” Remus spoke up for the first time since James and Peter’s arrival. “I was thinking maybe Ravenclaw.”
“Nah, you don’t want to be in Ravenclaw,” James waved him off. “You want to be in Gryffindor!”
“Don’t tell him what to do,” Sirius snapped at him.
“Oh, uh, sorry,” James said, taking his glasses off and cleaning them. “I bet Ravenclaw would be smashing.”
Sirius nodded and put his arm around Remus. “Maybe we’ll be in Ravenclaw together. Bunch of swotty kids who read books all the time, eh Rem?”
Remus smiled at him and blushed a bit. “That would be nice.”
“Hey,” James said, leaning forward conspiratorially. “There were some older kids being real rude a few compartments down. You want to put some dungbombs in there with them? Teach them a lesson?”
Sirius’ eyes grew wide at the idea. “Yeah!” he said excitedly, knowing that his cousins were in that compartment.
“Let’s go,” James said, producing two dungbombs from his trunk. They slipped out of their compartment and tiptoed towards the other. Sirius was about halfway there when he noticed Remus wasn’t with them.
“One moment,” he whispered to James before sneaking back to their compartment. When he got there, Remus was looking pensively out the window. “Hey, aren’t you coming?” Sirius asked him.
Remus glanced over and looked uncertain.
“Come on,” Sirius said, holding out his hand to his new friend. “It’ll be fun!”
Remus smiled and took his hand. “Lead the way.”
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Remus had done everything he could to keep his friends from finding out about his lycanthropy. In the end though, Sirius and James had worked it out. James had told Sirius not to confront Remus about it, but Sirius hadn’t listened.
Remus hadn’t spoken to them in three days since Sirius told him they knew. He always looked so terrified whenever they were together. Sirius knew he had to do something to reassure Remus that he wasn’t going to lose them.
Climbing into Remus’ bed, he ignored the icy stare Remus was giving to him. He crawled over and cuddled up close to his friend. “I’m not scared of you, you know,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around Remus.
“Sure, not now,” Remus grumbled unhappily. “Let’s see how you feel on the full moon.”
Sirius glanced up at him. “I still won’t be afraid of you,” he said with conviction. “We both know you love me. You wouldn’t hurt me.”
Remus laughed but it sounded a bit strange. “Yeah right, what kind of idiot would fall for Sirius Black?”
Sirius dropped his jaw, affronted. “Are you saying you don’t love me, Rem? How dare you!”
Remus let out a genuine laugh and hugged Sirius back tightly. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“Any time, Moony,” Sirius said, unbelievably proud of the nickname he’d come up with.
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Sirius Black was sixteen years old with his head in Remus Lupin’s lap. “How did I get so lucky?” Sirius asked as Remus played with his hair.
Remus snorted and shook his head. “Lucky?”
Sirius flipped onto this back and stared up at Remus. “You love me,” he stated with a grin. “That makes me feel pretty lucky.”
“Says who?” Remus teased, laughing when Sirius made a face.
“You’re crazy about me, Moony, admit it,” Sirius said, pulling him down into a kiss.
“I’m crazy about you,” Remus whispered.
Sirius sighed happily. “I don’t know what I did to deserve it,” he admitted, stroking Remus’ cheek with his thumb. “I never did anything right growing up. When did that change?”
Remus smiled and pressed into Sirius’ touch, turning his face and kissing Sirius’ palm. “You befriended a lonely little werewolf on a train and made him feel like he belonged somewhere.”
Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus’ middle and turned his face, burying it against Remus’ stomach. “So I was good, Moony? I did something good?”
“Yeah Pads,” Remus said, petting him gently. “You did good.”
