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Guys I don’t thing you quite understand ARO SPEC LILY??

Lily evans; she’s ached for someone to love someone the way James seems to love her but it’s never felt quite right so surely his affections were a sham (an annoying one at that when he just never gets the hint), she knows that romantic love is supposed to be magical and perfect and something unmatched to the familial love she knows

Lily evans; the girl who was doomed to not have her sisters or brother (why couldn’t petunia understand magic was never something that should have sent them apart, but now has lest she puts her sister in danger? Why did she and Mary stop really talking when she became reluctant friends with James potter? Why had mary’s family been murdered, why had they drifted apart in a war? Why had Severus turned his back on her, on them, to join a facist group searching for more violence?) who she loved so dearly but was never truly reciprocated in the same way

Lily evans; who couldn’t fathom that it was really her closest friends who have been doomed to romantically fall in love with her despite it being unrequited, but loving them nonetheless

Lily evans; choosing James bc it’s what ‘makes sense’ as a woman back in the 70s, they’re entering the chaotic world of adulthood while their society is on the cusp of war and she’s a minority and who knows what might happen, and he’s been waiting for so long so she can’t just ice him out bc then she’s heartless and a heartbreaker and that’s not true

Lily potter; she loves and she loves deeply so surely James’ love can teach her that she can grow to love him the same way she’s always dreamed of loving someone because she knows she capable of loving so much she just needs to know how it feels in these trying times where her friends her getting hurt and dying and she can’t do anything about it but be terrified and love them through it all

Lily potter; a mother, a young one at that, and she’ll never regret harry (her darling boy her whole world who has taught her another love incomparable to her platonic love), but sometimes she can’t help but wonder what would have happened if she never chose James and there was never a war and could just be lily evans, brightest witch of her age

Lily potter; the girl, barely a woman, who never quite got there in the end, but her love never ran dry. No, her love was devotion, devotion to her family, her darling son. A love that ran so strongly it surpassed even the forces of death, overpowering a great evil borne of no true love and befuddling the world. Because in the end, romantic love isn’t everything. Lily evans, brightest witch of her age, who loved and has been loved and who will always love; just not in that way.

The only positive thing Petunia Dursley gave me is OCD Lily headcanon. If I had the power I would vanish her from every reality and let her suffer for eternity in an empty vacuum.

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Harry potter writing prompt

Something happens at the Dursley, maybe Harry just gets sick and tired of they're treatment, and Harry ends up calling CPS (Child Protective Services) and he ends up getting taken out of the Dursleys care, now the thing is no one in the wizarding world knows this no one knows that he's now living with a Foster parent (maybe the Foster parent is a squib or is a mother/father of a muggleborn (the muggleborn being an adult by now) same thing with his social worker) the social worker (and maybe the foster) need to speak to the school about harrys case so at the beginning of the new school year Harry gets sent to hogwarts with a letter for Dumbledore from his social worker, so at some point Harry goes to Dumbledore's office and maybe he interrupts a meeting with a couple of the professors and gives Dumbledore the letter (assuring him that both his Foster and social worker are squibs/mothers/fathers of muggleborns) and at some point the whole school finds out.

Dudley being more mature than his parents in TDH

sometimes I think about the jealousy, sadness and anger petunia must have experienced in her childhood. seeing her sister making all these new friends, going on her own little adventures and being loved and desired by so many, while she herself has to sit alone and deal with the normality of her day to day life.

and maybe that's one of the reasons why she's so obsessed with being seen as normal and regular. because she convinced herself that she didn't want what lily had. she convinced herself into loving and liking the boredom she faced daily.

That longing to experience magic first hand quickly faded into jealousy and by the time lily was allowed to perform magic outside of hogwarts, only pure hatred was left.

And then school ended, the war began and the thing petunia was more envious about was, what got lily killed.

and petunia didn't get the opertunity to say goodbye or forget about everything because she then had harry in her life. and she was so filled with rage and anger and disgust that instead of working on herself and giving herself time and allowance to grief she then continued to abuse and traumatise harry for something he couldn't control.

This is a masterpiece

“Uh, Professor, er, sir,” Harry stumbled over the seldom-used honorifics in his bafflement. “Uh, on your mouth…?”

“Lipstick, Potter,” Snape sneered, the expression all the more pronounced with the cosmetic assistance.

“Oh, uh, it’s, um, it’s black?” Harry hadn’t known lipstick came in anything other than his aunt’s subdued pinks or the vivid shades of red that Petunia considered sinful and salacious (and intolerably reminiscent of Lily to ever be permitted back into the precariously normal life of Number Four, Privet Drive).

“Very good, Potter,” Snape said sarcastically. “Twelve years old and you’ve learned your colors.”

That was pure nastiness and entirely unfair.

“I’m fifteen!”  Harry protested, which earned him a merely sardonic eyebrow. “Almost fifteen,” he amended.  “I’ll be fifteen on Monday.”

Harry longed to surpass Snape in sheer churlishness and considered pointing out that muggle men generally didn’t wear skirts.  Certainly not in Little Whinging.  Definitely not when Dudley and his gang were roaming the streets.

He’d seen plenty of oblivious wizards sporting spiffy new dresses as their muggle disguises at the Quidditch World Cup the previous summer (a lifetime ago, before Cedric was murdered and he hadn’t been able to stop it from happening).  But there was something peculiarly well-tailored and suspiciously well-worn about the Potions Master’s garb that suggested less “disguise” and more “daily wear”. He found that his brain was oddly unwilling to acknowledge the existence of Snape’s psychedelic cardigan. His mind kept trying desperately to wallpaper something sensible over the bizarre image his eyes insisted on perceiving.

“…nice skirt,” he mumbled.

“Thanks,” Snape drawled the false gratitude out with a smirk. “It has pockets.  Dipshit and Dumbass there were too excited to get on the road this morning and didn’t give me any time to do laundry.”

“Am I ‘Dipshit’ or am I ‘Dumbass’?” Sirius whispered loudly, grin gone well past manic.

“I believe Severus called me a ‘dipshit’ among other things for forgetting to take my Wolfsbane last year,” Remus replied thoughtfully, “So, Sirius, that probably makes you the dumbass.”

“I’m more of a hot piece of ass, but okay,” Sirius said with a wink. “Hi, Harry!”

“Hi, Sirius,” Harry said weakly, glad for the excuse to sidle past Snape.  “Uh, what are you doing here?” The Daily Prophet hadn’t said anything about Sirius being pardoned and news like that, while less of an urgent headline than Voldemort’s return, wouldn’t lurk about in the society pages or behind an advice column.

“Dumbledore told me to lie low at Lupin’s place,” Sirius beamed with an innocence so intense it could only be artificial.

“And, er, well, what with one thing and another, it really hadn’t seemed like a good time really to mention that I’d been, ah, evicted,” Lupin added, “…again.”

“Renting really seems like such a bother,” Sirius opined. “So I bought a house for Remus here.”

“Oh,” said Harry, who had witnessed Aunt Petunia compulsively twitching the curtains as she tried to discover how Mrs. Number Seven had eluded neighborly surveillance and, somehow, managed to sell her house to a person or persons unknown to the remaining residents of Privet Drive. “Isn’t that supposed to take a long time?”

“Building a home takes a lifetime,” Sirius said sagely. “Buying a house just takes money.”

Snape’s scornful snort brought Harry’s attention back to the least welcome visitor to Little Whinging.

“So, uh, why did you bring,” Harry gestured vaguely, unsure if the word ‘him’ could accurately encompass the snidest professor present, “Snape?” He’d rather noticed that Snape hadn’t lifted a finger to help Sirius and Lupin move any of the large boxes from the lorry into Number Seven.

“Severus knows how to drive,” Lupin explained gently. Sirius’ mouth opened, prepared to protest.

“Severus,” Lupin repeated, louder this time, “Has a valid muggle license to drive.” Sirius’ subsided.

“And I know how to hot-wire cars and lorries,” Severus added smoothly. “And,” Lupin echoed wearily, “ Severus knows how to ‘hot-wire’ muggle vehicles.”

“I’m learning to do that,” Sirius said helpfully, “I’m going to figure it out too.  I’ve nearly got it.”

“Talk is cheap, Black,” Snape scoffed starting to stroll in the last direction Harry wanted him to go, “I’ll believe you when I see some tangible results.”

“Wait!  Stop!” Harry wondered if he’d get in trouble for tackling a professor outside of Hogwarts.  It would be worth it, to try to alter Snape’s trajectory towards the front door of Number Four.  “Stop, stop, stop!”

For all Harry’s desperate scrambling, Snape maintained his lead.

“Please stop!” Harry begged as the professor hitched up his skirt slightly, “Use the bell!  You don’t have to kick the door in!” Aunt Petunia was probably at the door, surely she’d spied them across the street at Number Seven.

Snape kicked the door, already unlatched in Petunia’s nosy anticipation, open.

Aunt Petunia let out a shrill little scream.

“Hello, Piss-Tuna,” said Severus Snape, far more gleeful than he’d been even when Harry and Ron were facing the threat of expulsion after flying a car into the Whomping Willow. “You look as awful as ever.”

Piss-Tuna, Harry thought as his world tilted on its axis, Snape, Professor Snape, just called my aunt Piss-Tuna.  This can’t be happening.

“You—!” Her face was white, her eyes were wide, and Petunia Dursley, née Evans, practically growled in her outrage.

Harry found himself thinking that Brazil might be a very nice place to live. It was far away from Privet Drive, for a start.  He wondered what it would take to get there.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in, Tuney?” Snape’s foot had blocked the door from closing.  “I’m more than happy to have this confrontation on your front step if you’d prefer.”

“We, ah, brought some biscuits,” Lupin added. “Store bought. Assorted.  With chocolate.  Er, I’m, ah, we’re the new neighbors. So nice to meet you again.”

Petunia goggled at the lot of them.

She also stumbled back, which Snape seemed to take as an unspoken invitation.  Harry found himself dragged along in the professor’s wake, with only Sirius’ hand on his shoulder to steady him in the swift tide of strangeness.

“I can’t believe your taste in interior decoration deteriorated into this level of disgusting kitsch and doilies, Tuna,” said the man who decorated with floating dead things in jars. Severus surveyed the photos on the wall, on the mantle, on the little side table.  So many perfectly posed pictures of a happy family of three- mother, father, son- and a lock on the cupboard under the stairs. Narcissa had been absolutely right.

“Is that my jumper?” Harry jumped.  Petunia’s voice was high and thin and quite peculiar.

“You’ve really done a terrible job of raising Potter,” said Snape, and Harry bristled. Of course Snape wanted to criticize him, Harry had been expecting the criticism, but he loathed the thought of his two biggest critics were now sharing notes and combining forces.

“Not only is he, like the majority of students, a careless menace in the laboratory, but I have also wasted entirely too much of my already limited time deciphering his atrocious penmanship to correct insipid essay after insipid essay only to see the same flawed reasonings repeated week after week.” It was news to Harry that he was supposed to read the sea of spidery red notes Snape deposited on every essay.  It seemed rather unfair, given that Snape could fit five lines of text for every one line Harry wrote. The single “P”, or the occasional and welcome “A”, was more than sufficient in Harry’s view.

“That’s my jumper.” There was a touch of hysteria in Petunia’s tone now.

“He will be taking his O.W.L.s this year, his O-levels if you prefer,” Snape continued, demonstrating more confidence in Harry’s continued survival than Harry typically expected to hear from the Potions Master. “Unfortunately, his current record of scholastic mediocrity, his stubborn refusal to revise, and a peculiar incuriosity about magical theory does not bode well for his continued academic career.”

“You little bastard! That’s my goddamn jumper!” Petunia’s shriek derailed Snape’s momentum.  The unexpected profanity from his aunt made Harry’s brain stutter to a halt.

“Tuna,” Snape frowned, “We’re not here to discuss my sartorial decisions and I will never take wardrobe critique from you.  I only deigned to enter this suburban hellscape to discuss your horrendous failure to raise and parent Mr. Potter.”

“Biscuit, Harry?” Sirius offered, retrieving the tin from Remus.

“You stole my jumper!” Shockingly, Petunia’s epiphany failed to shatter glass.  Yet.

“Didn’t,” sniffed Snape.

“I thought it was Lily who stole my jumper!”

“She did. I just hid it for her.” 

“I bought that jumper myself!  I’d saved up!”

“Yes, I know.”

“It was for an interview!”

“We wanted to spare you the humiliation of being seen in public wearing such a hideous thing.  You even got that position, even if you didn’t keep it for very long.”

The biscuit was rather good, even without tea, and it was beginning to dawn on Harry that Snape and Aunt Petunia were more inclined to tear into one another than join forces against him. He felt oddly inclined to cheer for Professor Snape, despite the ranting about Harry’s scholastic shortcomings. Perhaps it was because Harry knew so little about his mother that every glimpse was a pearl he treasured.

“I want my jumper!” Did she learn that tone from her little Diddykins or had Dudley inherited that petulant demanding pitch from Petunia?

“And I want you to understand how your failure to nourish any academic inclinations Mr. Potter may have shown before the age of eleven may have rather dire consequences for futures beyond his own, but I fear we can’t all get what we want.” Remus handed Harry another biscuit before he could think to protest.

“Give me back my jumper!”

“Fine!” Snape finally snapped, fingers tearing at the buttons in wrathful haste.  “Fine, here!”

Petunia caught the cardigan with her face and a squeak.

Severus Snape looked like a stranger again, in the ratty, oversized band shirt, hair disheveled from the jumper’s passage.  Harry hadn’t seen the Dark Mark his professor had shoved under Minister Fudge’s nose in the Hospital Wing those few weeks ago, and he found himself oddly glad that the mark was concealed under a peculiar leather bracelet with metal studding.  A wand holster, perhaps.

“Are you prepared to face your shortcomings now, Tuney?” That dangerously silky tone was entirely familiar, and Harry took another biscuit before he was told to go serve detention during summer vacation.

“It smells like Cokeworth,” Petunia’s complaint was bitter, for she dreaded the day her neighbors discovered the lingering taint of the Cokeworth streets sullying their Surrey security.

“Hey,” said Sirius, who had gone oddly still.

“I wasn’t going to take it to Hogwarts, was I?” Snape said.  “It’s acrylic, you know that sort of stuff doesn’t hold up around magic.”

“Hey,” said Sirius.  “Hey.” His face was a rictus of delight, as pleased as Petunia had been put out. “Snape. Isn’t that, isn’t that my shirt you’ve got on?”

“Oh, oh,” snarled Severus.  “Not you too!”

Story: Could you hold me? Just for tonight

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13415625

Unexpectedly Dolores has been brought back to Hogwarts, plans for a course of action against the Ministry roaming the corridors, meanwhile in the Hospital Wing Madam Pomfrey must face what's best for her and the future of her students. Must she bring herself to reject the love of her life in favor of that mysterious Potions' Master? All in all Severus' old love is saved from her abusive husband, changing everyone's life, including Harry Potter's.

ALLA SCOPERTA DI HARRY POTTER:

CHi E' PETUNIA?

Harry Potter è un giovane orfano che vive a casa degli zii insieme a Dudley, il loro figlio che ha la sua stessa eta'. Zia Petunia aveva una sorella minore, Lily, della quale si vergognava perche' era una strega, tenendo segreta a tutti la sua esistenza.

L'educazione e l'alimentazione che Dudley ha ricevuto lo hanno trasformato in un idiota. Harry, il figlio di Lily, non ha mai avuto niente che fosse veramente suo, soggetto al cattivo umore del cugino e alle ritorsioni degli zii. I suoi poteri latenti gli servono solo a ricevere punizioni.

Finche' non riceve la lettera da Hogwarts.

Gli viene strappata di mano prima che possa leggerla. E quando centinaia di gufi porteranno altrettante lettere, gli zii si spaventano ...ma Petunia sembra molto piu' preoccupata dall'indirizzo scritto sulla busta. Non piu' Privet Drive, ma "ripostiglio sotto le scale".

Quindi, il mittente sa come vive Harry.

< Che cosa penseranno di noi? - esclama parlando con Vernon, suo marito - dobbiamo trasferire Harry nella vecchia stanza di Dudley. >

E anche se gli viene impedito di sapere cosa c'e' scritto nelle lettere, Harry ha l'ennesima conferma di quanta importanza dia Petunia al giudizio degli altri prima che al proprio. E si domanda chi puo' essere il mittente, per scatenare in lei tanta vergogna e tanta paura.

La storia è appena cominciata...

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CHARLOTTE HOPE AS LILY EVANS

[gifs are NOT mine]

she's got lily's red hair and green eyes. charlotte played catalina de aragon [Katherine of Aragon], and lily gives me very much catalina energy. they're both stubborn and very determined but sweethearts and can win people over.

i also see sadie sink as young lily

i imagine that lily's eye color would slowly change over time, since sadie's eyes are blue and charlotte's eyes are green. i imagine that when lily was younger should would have blue eyes but they would slowly turn green.