I Am Sorry For Suddenly Making You Cry I Cried About It Too So Should Too... Sirius Wanted To Be The

I am sorry for suddenly making you cry I cried about it too so should too... Sirius wanted to be the coolest godfather and just when harry was nearly old enough to get a tattoo sirius *sobs* dieeddddd!!!!!😭😭😭😭

officially submitting my first ever entry for @impishtubist ‘s Sirius & Harry Saturday: a headcanon about baby harry using his crayons to try and draw sirius’ tattoos on himself. (there’s also protective james and prongsfoot friendship and it’s all quite fluffy)

“Harry! What are you doing?” Sirius leaned forward with a laugh, trying to get a better glimpse of his toddling godson, who’d stripped down until he was clad only in his diaper.

“Lookit Siri, I’m you!” Harry squealed, finally losing the battle against gravity in his excitement and falling forward. Lucky for him, his godfather knew him enough to be prepared with outstretched arms.

Sirius dangled him mid-air in front of him, hands under his armpits. It was the best vantage point to scrutinise the new additions to his godson’s previously unmarked skin.

Because, somehow, Harry had gotten his hands on a permanent marker and had drawn all over himself. And not just anything, but very specific artwork that Sirius could recognise instantly, shaky as it was.

“You know your dad’s gonna kill me, buddy,” Sirius mused absently as he shifted Harry’s weight to one hand and ran one black-tipped nail against the runic figures on his pudgy chest and belly. Well, figures that were attempting to be runic, if he wanted to be accurate. Harry’s hand wasn’t steady enough for straight lines, yet, nor was his theoretical knowledge good enough to capture them perfectly even if they were.

“No, I you, Siri!” Harry repeated stubbornly, and by Merlin, what was the allure of Dark Magic in the face of his adorable godson?

He trailed his finger across the jagged lines on his flank, across his arms, up to his shoulders. There were some unrecognisable scribbles on his upper back, like he’d tried to reach back and color in but couldn’t. Of course, he couldn’t, Harry’s arms were tiny. But it was clear that he was trying to replicate the antlers on Sirius’ back. Unbidden, his gaze fell to Harry’s wrist and sure enough, there was a messy circle with shapes drawn inside it. It was a valiant effort to recreate his family’s crest. Sirius could feel his heart-melting out of his pores.

“Oh, Harry, you little troublemaker, you,” he cooed, bringing his godson into the circle of his arms to tuck him against his chest, biting his lip at how Harry instantly relaxed into him, head tucked under Sirius’ chin.

“You like my tattoos, huh? Couldn’t wait until you grew up a bit, had to have them right now, is that it?” He continued, slightly bouncing Harry in his arms as he walked back and forth.

“Siri pwetty, Hawwy also pwetty,” Harry babbled from his perch and Sirius’ heart melted.

“Dammit, sweetheart, I have a reputation to maintain. You can’t go around saying things like that,” he mock-scolded.

“Things like what, Padfoot?” James’ voice entered the conversation and Sirius had to suppress his laughter at what he’d say when he discovered the state his son was in.

“Oh, nothing much, Harry just wants to be pretty like me,” Sirius said, special emphasis on the ‘me’. “Guess being a carbon copy of his dad isn’t quite cutting it for him anymore.”

He turned to face James as he spoke and couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling in him at the expression on his face. Sirius’ words were already pulling a very strong deadpan from him but one look at his son, covered in black squiggles and smudges, and it immediately gave way to one of pronounced horror.

“Wha—“ James’ words were more of a strangled wheeze. “Padfoot, what did you do to my son?”

“Excuse you,” Sirius said, offended. “I didn’t do anything. This one’s all Harry. I didn’t even know what he was doing until he crawled into the room.”

That didn’t seem to help. “Oh, baby, I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone with Sirius, he’s become rather forgetful in his advanced age, hasn’t he?” With an exaggerated frown on his face, James plucked Harry out of Sirius’ arms and settled him in his own. The kid was, as always, overjoyed to be reunited with his father.

Sirius tried hard to hold onto his outrage—how dare James call him old?—but it was hard, nigh impossible, when he could see Harry rubbing the top of his head back and forth against James’ jaw, like an adorable little kitten.

“So, what’s with-“ James ran a hand down Harry’s arm “-all this?”

“Harry’s trying to be like his extremely cool, not-old-at-all godfather.”

James raised a skeptical eyebrow. Sirius ignored him in favour of talking to his godson.

“Don’t you worry, love, when you’re old enough, I’ll be right there to take you for your first proper tattoo,” he tapped Harry’s little button nose, making him giggle.

It wasn’t enough to mask James’ shocked exhale. “What do you mean first proper tattoo?”

“Look at him and tell me he’s not interested,” Sirius pointed at the little bundle of joy in his arms. Absently, he wondered what kind of tattoo Harry would like, if any. Would he be the sentimental kind, like his dad who never put something on his body he hadn’t considered fifty times over? Or more like Sirius, who’d only needed the thought to pop it into his head to get it inked.

“He’s three and thinks colors, and shapes, on your body look cool. That’s- that doesn’t mean anything!”

“Well, I’m just saying,” Sirius shrugged, deliberately keeping his face clear of anything that could give him away. Of course he knew the reaction his words would elicit, that was part of why he said it. “The option’s there on the table if he ever wants to. With parents like you and Lily, and me of course, the kid’s on the right track for a few pieces of his own.”

“But—“

“And of course, no one except his godfather can be trusted with something like this, right? It’s basically my magic-given duty to escort him to the tattoo parlour,” Sirius finished with a flourish. One of his hands had travelled upwards to ruffle Harry’s hair, marvelling at the soft feel of the inky strands slipping between his fingers.

“No- That’s not- you are not torturing my baby like that!” James finally found his voice, and what a loud one it was too for Harry was startled out of his lazy doze against his dad’s chest by the deep rumble that vibrated through him. His green eyes were wide open, looking at his dad who so rarely raised his voice, and James immediately shrunk—literally, Sirius could see the transformation in real-time, the way his shoulders dropped, his face relaxed, and his nose came down from its high perch.

“Oh, Daddy’s sorry, honey, he didn’t mean to shout,” he whispered in between careful kisses pressed to Harry’s face. “Daddy’s gonna be more careful, okay?”

“Otay,” Harry replied, equally quietly, still staring at him with remnants of shock in his eyes.

Sirius broke the moment with a loud snort—accidental of course but this was too much for him—and immediately attracted James’ ire again.

“You—“ he started accusingly before darting a quick look downward to see Harry was alright. He was. “You can’t be—Harry’s not gonna get tatted, Padfoot! It hurts too much. I won’t have it.”

“You won’t have it?” Sirius repeated, amused. “May I remind you when you got your first tattoo? Or mine, for that matter.” That took the wind right out of his sails.

“Er, that’s not the point here,” James replied shiftily, dropping his gaze to Harry instead of looking at him.

“Remember the runic tattoos we etched into our skin? Could’ve literally blown ourselves inside out right there in the do—“

James slapped a hand against his mouth, effectively stopping him. “Okay, I think that’s enough, I get it.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows, as if to say ‘Do you?’. Harry giggled at his father and godfather’s antics, happily oblivious to the pinched look on the former’s face as he realised the precedent his own actions had set. Sirius couldn’t wait to have this conversation all over again when he was all grown up and could add his own input. He was looking forward to tag-teaming against James, to be honest.

“You—you don’t think he’ll do something like that, do you?” James asked hesitantly, glancing between the two of them.

“He is your kid,” Sirius pointed out. “And Lily’s. And a tad bit mine.”

“He’s all yours, especially when he pulls stunts like this.”

Sirius grinned, wide and uncontrollable, at that, unable to help the warmth that spread through his entire body at those words. He knows James was trying to take a shot at him but it didn’t take away from the fact that Harry was his too, has been from the day he was born—no, since the day James flooed into his house, pale and shaking, telling him that ‘We’re having a kid, Padfoot! An actual baby! Can you believe it?!’

For all the jokes and potshots and snippy back-and-forths they had, Sirius knew he would never be able to thank Jamie for allowing him into his life—into Harry’s life—like this. James had always been free with his affections, sharing heart and home without a second thought but Sirius knew that there were many who’d have put their foot down at the level of involvement he assumed in his godson’s life, and that James and Lily didn’t, wouldn’t, do that. He didn’t know where he’d be without the Potters today, and imagining such a world—it was chilling, to say the very least.

“Pads?” James’ soft voice interrupted his morose thoughts and he snapped his eyes up to meet concerned hazel ones. There was a silent question in them.

Sirius shrugged wryly. Silently raised his hands for Harry, needing to hold him close, and after another searching glance, James passed the now peacefully sleeping child over. Something loosened in his chest when he felt the familiar weight resting against him. He immediately buried his nose in Harry’s hair, taking a deep breath, letting the scent of baby powder and blueberry shampoo fill his lungs, ground him.

“I’ll be the coolest godfather there ever was,” he whispered, feeling a knot in his throat where more words should be. He wanted to say that he loved Harry more than life itself, that he’d always be there for him. The world could tilt off its axis but Sirius’ love for the Potters wouldn’t wane. It couldn’t, really, not with how deeply they were entrenched in his life—in his very being.

“Of course, you will. No one would ever doubt that.” James placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “But you’re still not allowed to take my baby to a tattoo parlour, no matter how old he gets.”

if you liked this, i have an entire thing on my ao3 about tattoos and harry and sirius bonding over them postwar >.<

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.”

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medasavagepotter

1 year ago

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??

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medasavagepotter

11 months ago

I'm sick of people saying that it's homophobic to not like Wolfstar, or that being interested in the Marauders having platonic friendships means you're low-key homophobic. It's not a crime to not want everything to be about romance.

I've got nothing against same-sex relationships, I just like the dynamic of the Marauders' friendships being purely platonic and would rather see them with in romantic relationships with people outside of their group, whether their partner is male or female.

…

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medasavagepotter

1 year ago

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?”

not-six-sentence it's-not-sunday

seeing this on my dash and i haven’t been tagged but i like it, so here, have a snippet from a fic where Sirius finds out about Harry’s abuse at the Dursleys post-PoA.....

“Look, Harry... are you uncomfortable with me asking questions?”

“No, it’s - okay.”

“You don’t seem so, love.” The endearment slips out of Sirius casually, without a second thought, and it takes him a moment to realize why Harry’s looking at Sirius with slightly widened eyes. He tilts his head. “Are you okay with that?”

“With what...?” Harry’s voice is a little high.

“Endearments.”

Harry swallows, shrugs. “Yeah, I guess... I’ve never had it before.”

Sirius’ chest knots. “Never?”

“Yeah. But, I like it.”

He exhales a tight coil of breath. “Alright, love.”

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medasavagepotter

1 year ago

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.”