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and the malfoys. and the blacks.
probs all of harry's roomates too. oh and harry. amd tonks.
if the weasley family was real i'd have a crush on all of them lol
Sirius and Regulus are so “Once I took your medication to know what it’s like, and now I have to act like I can’t read your mind. I ask you how you’re doing and I let you lie” coded.
Imagine Sirius at Grimmauld the summer after first year looking back at his yearbook because he misses all of his friends.
Now imagine him seeing all the “Have a good summer!”s and giggling and kicking his feet because he is in fact NOT having a good summer.
Once again thinking about “Mr. Tell me a fucking secret” because if I was Sirius I would have NEVER recovered from that argument.
Like I completely understand Remus not wanting to talk about his life all the time. That’s totally valid but why was getting mad at him the way he chose to communicate that to Sirius 😭
Sirius was literally just encouraging him to get his hip checked out because Remus said it had been sore since he was THIRTEEN
AND THEN HE BROUGHT UP SIRIUS’ MOTHER
“Why don’t we talk about your pain, and your scars for a little while, see how that feels.”
“Remus, for fuck’s sake--”
“No, I know! Why don’t we talk about your mother?” Remus went in for the kill, and it was more effective than even he had expected. Sirius changed completely; his expression froze, his posture tensed, as if he’d been punched in the gut.”
If I was arguing with someone and they brought up my mommy issues I WOULD NOT be coming back from that.
Anyway ATYD Sirius is stronger than me because I could NEVER
(Quote is from All the Young Dudes by MsKingBean89 - Chapter 137: Seventh Year: Remus the Martyr)
so. i wrote another femharry one-shot (tomarry this time). and ofc it wouldn't be complete without minor jegulus and black family-ness so we have that too.
i am. to put it simply. in love. squealing giggling vibrating in joy.
fanart for the fanfic all's well that ends well to end up with you by @athenaareia
go check it out y'all, it has some of my favorite tropes 😭💜
✔️ the house of black fluff
✔️ tomarry (FLUFFYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!)
✔️female harry potter (feral!!! <3)
✔️ slytherin harry potter
✔️ jegulus (as parents🤌✨)
(click on it for clarity pls, ty)
The Tonks sisters were among those students who would be remembered at Hogwarts. Their names would be etched into memory alongside those of Bill or the Weasley twins, Parvati Patil, or Cedric Diggory.
Nymphadora hadn’t been a prefect; her love for pranks and her clumsiness far outweighed her seriousness and discipline. But she possessed a rare intelligence, and above all, she was a Metamorphmagus, a talent she knew how to fully exploit, including in her academic pursuits.
With her bright pink hair, she was easy to spot in the corridors, trading music tapes with Bill Weasley or getting reprimanded by Pomona Sprout about the length of her skirts. Everyone adored Nymphadora, and she returned the favor, always smiling and ready to help.
Cordelia arrived seven years later. Nymphadora was about to start studying brilliantly to become an Auror. She had spent a long time reassuring her more reserved sister about the boarding school. She promised to write to her every week and to save her holidays for her. So, Cordelia wiped her small, sweaty hands on her brand-new witch’s robe, kissed Ted and Andromeda, and then jumped on the train, her cat Edmund in her arms.
Cordelia was indeed Nymphadora’s sister, and her big sister was her role model. Even though she was sorted directly into Gryffindor, to the surprised looks of some students. After all, her parents were a Slytherin and a Hufflepuff, and she had grown up sheltered under their wings.
She was less outgoing, more thoughtful, but her gentle smile and strong willingness to help and defend her friends made her likable to many. It wasn’t uncommon to see her sitting and studying with Hermione Granger, her long dark curls bouncing on her back as she patiently explained a concept to Neville Longbottom, or soaring over the Quidditch pitch, her stomach in knots as she realized she had made the team.
Yet, upon closer inspection, they didn’t really resemble each other. Yes, of course, they had the same way of laughing, squinting their bright eyes just like Ted. And Andromeda had certainly passed down to them the art of listening to their interlocutor as if what they were saying was the most interesting thing in the world. But Cordelia also had a deep melancholy in her grey eyes, the look of a tragic heroine who doesn’t yet know it. Her skin was slightly waxy, and her dark curls only enhanced her sometimes ghostly appearance—the archetype of the House of Black.
And that was without counting the letters Narcissa Malfoy, Andromeda’s younger sister who hadn’t spoken to her in over ten years, sent to her son Draco, instructing him not to torment young Cordelia.
Clearly, something was not quite right in the lineage of the Tonks sisters.
Early july 1996 - the summer holidays just started.
Cordelia cautiously opened the door, her expression wary. She slipped outside, closing it silently without ever turning her back on Draco.
"How are you?"
Draco wanted to slap himself. He needed to get straight to the point; time was running out. It had been nearly ten years since they were separated, and he couldn’t understand this sudden wave of sentimentality that seemed to overtake him. They were no longer children, playing and comforting each other in the family manor. They despised each other now.
"Absolutely fantastic, as you can see, my dear cousin."
Cordelia looked ghostly. Her skin had taken on a worrying pallor, her once sun-kissed complexion completely gone. She seemed to float in the oversized shorts and t-shirt she had probably borrowed from her uncle. Draco hoped in vain that she wasn’t letting herself waste away. The dark circles under her eyes and the trembling of her hands were troubling.
He reassured himself by remembering that Cordelia's uncle was a renowned healer. After all, Ted and Andromeda Tonks loved Cordelia dearly, as everyone knew, and would be there to support her through this ordeal.
He cleared his throat.
"Did Longbottom pass on what I gave him?"
She nodded.
"It was a kind gesture. I was surprised it came from you. Neville and Ernie thought you were trying to poison me."
She stared at the ground, and her smile didn’t reach her eyes. Voices echoed from a nearby window, along with soft music. Cordelia cleared her throat, resuming her suspicious demeanor.
"I don't know why you’re here, but you shouldn’t stay."
Draco looked at her, then slowly nodded. It was strange to find themselves face to face like this, now that the war had become very real. Cordelia was still struggling to grasp it, even though this violence had just ripped away everything she had ever wanted—her father.
Draco and she were just children, but now they stood on opposite sides of a deadly battle. It was no longer just about words and ideologies.
"I just wanted to tell you that Aunt Bellatrix has given up on the idea of you joining us."
Cordelia frowned but felt somewhat relieved. After her escape from Azkaban, Bellatrix had discovered that the little girl was no longer living with the clan but with that filthy blood traitor who had been her sister and her Mudblood husband, who had adopted her. She had made it her mission to bring her back, to tear her away from the Tonks and Sirius, to teach them once again what it meant to betray the Black family.
As if it hadn’t been Narcissa and Lucius themselves who had decided one fine morning to abandon little Cordelia. Bellatrix had just been sent to Azkaban for the torture session she had inflicted on the Longbottoms, and keeping Sirius Black’s child compromised the excuse Lucius gave to the authorities to absolve himself of his role as a Death Eater. Anyway, Walburga had died the previous year, and she had been the one who decided to take in the child after Sirius's imprisonment. No one else in the Black family had wanted her. But that hadn’t stopped her from snatching the baby from the loving arms of Ted and Andromeda Tonks.
But Bellatrix was unhinged, and Cordelia often felt her stomach knot when she wondered if her aunt would eventually find her.
"All it took was killing my father for her to get the message. She catches on quickly."
Her tone was bitter and sarcastic, but Draco noticed how her shoulders relaxed.
"Be careful anyway, Cordelia. Big things are coming."
The young girl couldn’t tell if it was a threat or a piece of advice. Draco also looked pale. And guilty. Cordelia didn’t respond. He muttered that he had to leave now.
But he had barely taken a few steps when he felt his cousin’s hand grab his sleeve.
"Are you going to become one of them too?"
Her tone was far more desperate than she had intended.
"It’s probably bound to happen."
Draco shrugged, but Cordelia clearly saw the flash of terror that crossed his eyes.
Of course, he wouldn’t answer that question clearly. Cordelia was friends with Harry and a member of Dumbledore’s Army. For both of them, any piece of information could cost lives. But she was his cousin. The look of distress she gave him tugged at his heart.
"Draco, please, it’s—"
"Cordelia, stop."
She shook her head, and Draco swore her eyes were glistening with tears.
"You’re only 16."
Cordelia thought of her uncle Regulus, who had joined the Death Eaters at the same age. He had disappeared without a trace before he could even celebrate his 20th birthday. The family had only known because his date of death appeared on the tapestry. His body was never found. Walburga had gone mad with grief.
Cordelia shivered at the thought of history repeating itself. The Blacks and their descendants had a knack for attracting tragedies.
"Why would Aunt Narcissa let you get involved like this?"
Draco let out a bitter laugh.
"Look, I’m not going to get into this, Harry’s your friend."
They were no longer six years old, and not everything could be fixed between them like it used to be. The war was here; it was no longer a distant memory told to children to explain why certain witches and wizards were no longer around. And suddenly, Cordelia wanted to cry again. She cried often since her father’s disappearance. But now her heart tightened painfully, and she had to face the truth—she was losing her cousin once again, and she was terrified for him.
just a random hc
reggies magic was easy to feel when he got upset or angry, his magic a visible to those around him and it scared people. He was emotionless at Hogwarts, always, and he would easily show his feelings through magic and intimidate people with it.
Sirius was always happy and behind a mask, like reg but a different kind of mask, he was reckless and kind with first years and always easy to read, at least what he wanted you to see. But there are few people who have felt Sirius' magic and it's terrifying. A joyfully boy turned into a robot and magic so powerful it feels like your drowning.
Walburga felt it once. She had tried to hit regulus with a crucio and got blasted through a wall and the room destroyed and flames flickering at every flamable surface. Sirius was only 14. And he could have killed her if he wanted to. But Sirius is not a murderer. Somehow not to her. She might hate him and he might hate her, but she has scared him to much.
And that's how the Black family works.
BE REAL GUYS. ok. Peter was SHITTING himself when Sirius said his last name. and James my be well, JAMES but he was still nervous. like these people could buy England and still have millions of galleons in gringots like- they are literally some of the MOST POWERFULL and DARK wizards, tiny children are taught to fear them, like what- they should but still-
SIRIUS HAS SCARS. idk what scars you might have he has but he deffo has them. Like from Walburga (and himself if you hc that to) probably a family crest burned into him somewhere, laserations..... you get it