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read “dear sirius” first
Hey kiddo, relax. I’d be quite the hypocrite if I got mad at you for losing points. Just be careful next time, please. Maybe stick to smuggling items on Filch’s banned list as opposed to fire-breathing, sharp-toothed illegal magical creatures. Also weren’t you wearing the cloak? How’d you get caught?
Does McGonagall still wear that tartan dress robe? If so, please tell her to upgrade her wardrobe to the 90′s.
I cannot wait to see you at the Quidditch match. Is the new broom holding up well? Either way, I know you’re going to smash it!
Love,
Sirius
Dear Harry,
One “Defending Yourself and Others- the Practically Perfect Way” is enclosed, my studious child. You owe me five Sickles by the way- I told you he’d be nuts. And no, I have no desire to learn what that crackpot’s favorite colour is. I’d much rather have one-on-one tutoring with Snape for the rest of my life, which is something I never thought I’d say.
Love,
Sirius
Dear Harry,
Do I need to get you a Remembrall? Slip is attached, although I’m not sure you even need it. Didn’t you memorize all of the secret passageways by the time you were 9? I would like it on the record to that you did that of your own volition; I had nothing to do with it.
And I don’t know what you’re talking about. Sugar Quills? I don’t touch the stuff. It’s bad for the brain, you see. And my brain needs to be extra sharp in order to keep up with you and your shenanigans.
(Although if you happen to see them, I’m sure the extra-long lasting ones would be excellent. Just to see what they’re like, of course).
Love,
Sirius
Dear Harry,
Not to worry my young worrywart, we will wait to open presents, drink hot chocolate, and make my famous Christmas pancakes until you get home. Father Christmas normally waits for no one, but this year he’ll wait for you- I’ve put in a good word (although I’m tempted to take it back as payback for calling my decor horrid).
Now for the Ball, it’ll probably help to not refer to any possible date as “stupid”. They’re much more likely to say yes that way, you see. Other than that, I suggest asking someone (boy or girl, doesn’t matter who) that you generally get along with and enjoy speaking to. It’ll make your night at least a little less painful. Perhaps one of your Quidditch teammates? Or someone from your classes?
Don’t ask someone only because you think they’re attractive. It may lead to awkward conversation, awkward dancing, and awkward excessive butterbeer consumption that leads to a night spent on the toilet. Not that I’m speaking from experience, of course. But if I was theoretically recounting my experience I would like it to be known that it was not me who ended up on the toilet. It was my theoretical date.
As for dancing… I’m quite pants at that even with the forced childhood lessons. Maybe ask your date to give you a tutorial? Or at least a practice dance to make sure you don’t muck up the opening.
Also I checked for your dress robes- they’re not here. Are you sure they’re not buried at the bottom of your trunk?
Best of luck, kiddo. Don’t forget to send pictures at the Ball- I’m running low on blackmail material.
Love,
Sirius
Harry-
I’m coming to see you and bringing DMLE folks. Be in Gryffindor common room in half an hour.
Don’t worry, I’m on my way.
Sirius
P.S. Thank you for telling me. I’m proud of you
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who else is gay for hp gals? 🙋♀️
Previously we had seen Sirius surprising Remus with a kiss Today we’re witnessing Remus surprising Sirius with a hug ^ω^
yup happens every single FUCKING time-
I was calmly having a family dinner and then out of nowhere an image of heartbroken Remus Lupin crying his heart out, head on Mary's lap repeatedly saying Sirius' name after James and Lily died surfaced on my mind. You can imagine what happened next.
Yup, finished reading ATYD for the hundredth time and still not over it.
"Marianne had the sense that her real life was happening somewhere very far away, happening without her, and she didn’t know if she would ever find out where it was and become part of it. She had that feeling in school often, but it wasn’t accompanied by any specific images of what the real life might look or feel like. All she knew was that when it started, she wouldn’t need to imagine it anymore."
NORMAL PEOPLE, Sally Rooney
shit dudes, I relate to this feeling more than I probably should -
Here’s a video so you can hear the water and the thrushes. I took it for you because you couldn’t be there. <3
It’s truly fucking wild that a) Harry is canonically obsessed with Malfoy and literally follows him around and loses interest in his favourite hobbies because of it, b) Harry is actually right about all his Malfoy theories because he KNOWS Malfoy better than the others and has been paying attention to Malfoy for YEARS in a way no-one else has been, c) Draco straight up refuses to confirm Harry’s identity at the Manor even as his parents practically beg him to and despite knowing the retribution he’ll face if Voldemort finds out, d) Harry specifically saves Draco (not Goyle) from the fire despite the extreme risk of remaining in the room any longer, e) like I’m so serious this is SO INSANE Draco RIDES ON HARRY’S BROOM BEHIND HIM he has his ARMS AROUND HIM they are SHARING A BROOM AS HARRY SAVES HIS LIFE Draco is clinging to him THIS IS A LOVE STORY you can’t make this shit up!!!! f) and it’s DRACO’S WAND that Harry ultimately needs in order to SAVE THE WORLD, and Draco’s wand responds just as well to Harry as the wand of one of his closest, longterm best friends.
Sirius and Remus have a coffee in the sunset, good vibes only for @starstruck4moony thanks for the suggestion! X
““Mother,” I slowly repeated in Korean. “I am not a boy. I am a girl. I am transgender.” My face reddened, and tears blurred my vision. I braced myself for her rejection and the end to a relationship that had only begun. Silence again filled the room. I searched my mother’s eyes for any signs of shock, disgust or sadness. But a serene expression lined her face as she sat with ease on the couch. I started to worry that my words had been lost in translation. Then my mother began to speak. “Mommy knew,” she said calmly through my friend, who looked just as dumbfounded as I was by her response. “I was waiting for you to tell me.” “What? How?” “Birth dream,” my mother replied. In Korea some pregnant women still believe that dreams offer a hint about the gender of their unborn child. “I had dreams for each of your siblings, but I had no dream for you. Your gender was always a mystery to me.” I wanted to reply but didn’t know where to begin. My mother instead continued to speak for both of us. “Hyun-gi,” she said, stroking my head. “You are beautiful and precious. I thought I gave birth to a son, but it is OK. I have a daughter instead.””
— Andy Marra, The Beautiful Daughter: How My Korean Mother Gave Me the Courage to Transition (via a-witches-brew)
DONT. JUST DONT.
DONT play the part in making your child's life shit. home is supposed to feel safe, not a place a child cant wait to run away from as soon as they turn 18!!!!
it really does fuck with our life. so please JUST PLEASE STOP!
but they just JUST kissseeeeeeeeeed!!!!!
WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!!!
WHY WOULD THE SCREENWRITERS PUT US THROUGH THIS TORTURE!!!!!!!
WHY DID EDDDYYY LEAVEE??? WHY DIDN'T STEDE MEET HIM AT THE SPOT?????
i mean i know the answers to these ofc, BUT OH GAWD-