Littlequeers - Spooktober Is Full Of Marauders Era Characters

Sirius: I swing both ways.

Sirius: Violently. With a stick. Come get some, motherduckers.

drawing is so stupid it truly makes you google shit like “table”

go commit self love

no u

reasons why dumbeldore is fucking shit because of a conversation we started having in a discord server

1. didn't talk to the ministry officials, although he was a huge part in the war and in the wizengamot, to offer sirius a trial although he knew what sirius was bound to be imprisoned for was everything he fought against. instead, he always advocated for severus snape, who was KNOWN to be a death eater.

2. left an orphaned child ON THE DOORSTEP IN THE COLD OF NOVEMBER of a family he knew very well sucked (minerva mcgonagall told him minutes before and his whole attitude regarding that was like "nah i didn't hear that". it's more important to raise a martyr than a non-traumatized child.). he could have at the very least knock on the door and see if he can put the baby inside??? it was a november night and dumbledore decides to leave A BABY in the cold outside?? only in a blanket???

3. he used children to fight (both of) the wizarding wars, although he was a very powerful wizard that has defeated grindelwald.

4.did nothing to diswade tom riddle away from the path that lead to him becoming voldemort

5. claimed that hogwarts helped those who needed it, but where’s the help? harry never got the help he needed, and, although i don't like draco, he didn't get any help either.

6. he was incredibly biased against slytherin, so any and all bad views on slytherin honestly

7. knew that harry was a horcrux all along, and did nothing to help him and guide him on the right way of learning about it, only telling him that he is one after his death via the pensieve.

8. the triwizard tournament. the whole thing in itself, but the tasks especially? what was that?? the tasks were extremely dangerous (dragons, magical creatures and all of that). speaking of which, he allows a fourteen years old to participate in a tournament where you have to be a major (17) to participate

9. he did nothing while the basilisk was lurking through the castle. a responsible headmaster would have closed the school. there were very dangerous creatures on the grounds (acromantulas, werewolf cubs) that shouldn't be let anywhere near children.

10. in ootp dumbledore literally ignores harry while he's dealing with ptsd, sirius' death and voldemort invading his mind. he leaves snape to teach harry occlumency although he knows they hate each other and snape could put harry's vulnerability in those moments to good use. he also allows the lessons to stop, although they were very important.

11. hiding all of the information from harry, vital information even, with the excuse that he was too young. he was also way too young to fight in a war but ok, make him fight without knowing little to nothing of what to do.

@drarrymicrofic prompt: tie. wc: 1099

"Harry, why is there a hair tie on your wrist?"

"Don't lose it," Draco says. "That one's my favourite." Harry slips the blue elastic onto his wrist, as the fall of soft, white-blond hair cascades over his hand, his forearm, the ends tickling Harry's face.

"I won't," Harry says, surrounded by the coconut scent of Draco's shampoo, by the curtain of sleek, lustrous hair, isolating them from the world.

"Er... found it," Harry said. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Yeah, they're good for..." Harry cast around for a less ridiculous lie, "wand grips."

Hermione frowned in disbelief, but looked down in thought at her own wand. "Huh."

Harry removed the elastic from his wrist and twisted it around the hilt of his wand, to demonstrate—it felt closer to his heart that way, anyway, mingling with his magic under his fingers.

"I want to tell them," Harry says, his head pillowed on Draco's chest. "I want to be yours." His face rises and falls with Draco's heavy sigh.

"No, you don't," Draco mumbles. "You don't."

"I do." Harry rolls on top of him—his hair isn't long enough to hide them. Draco's hair is splayed out on the pillow, tangled from sex and sleep, his pretty mouth pursed in a familiar, stubborn line. Morning light shines through the window, illuminating them with a reality they can't escape.

No one saw the ambush coming. Aurors lunged and dodged and threw protego after protego, but they were surrounded, they were sitting ducks, and something had to give. Harry ran out from behind the shipping container, reductos on his lips, red light and destruction bursting from his wand, his grip tight and unmovable around a thin blue elastic—

"Harry," Draco pleads. "Why would you want to be tied to someone like me?"

"Draco." Harry leans down and kisses him. "I've been tied to you, for so many years—" —Tangled and knotted and twisted in him, since the day Harry learned he was a wizard.

Draco doesn't let him speak for the rest of the morning.

Harry blinked himself awake, his mind heavy and hazy with anesthesia. The quiet, rhythmic beeping of monitoring charms interrupted the silence, and he took a deep breath of a familiar sterile scent—St. Mungo's—then coughed violently as his ribs throbbed, which only made the pain worse.

A slender hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him down, a wash of warm, soothing magic in his throat. As his coughing subsided, someone slid his glasses carefully onto his face, and he could finally see.

Draco stepped back, his handsome face exhausted and unreadable. His eyes were bloodshot, his lime green Healer's robes partially buttoned over his normal clothes, a shocking discomposure. His long hair fell loose and limp over his shoulder, frizzing where he'd run his hand through it too many times.

"Hi," Harry rasped. Draco didn't answer, his mouth set in that familiar, foreboding line. "Can I sit up?"

Draco frowned a little, but swished his wand, maneuvering Harry's bed until he was sitting upright. He then stood there, awkward and silent and sullen, apparently unwilling to take his eyes off Harry for even a second, and even more unwilling to admit it.

"Come sit," Harry said. Draco hesitated, but eventually made his way to Harry's bed, sitting gingerly on the edge. Harry tugged on his sleeve until he rolled his eyes and scooted closer.

"Mind if I sit?" Harry asks, his hand on the back of the empty barstool. Draco looks up, surprised, then schools his face quickly into a sneer.

"Far be it from me to turn away the Saviour," Draco says, but it sounds ingenuine, automatic. He tucks a stray lock of hair behind his ear. Harry smiles, excited and curious and something else, like he's found something he hadn't known he was looking for. He feels real, now.

"Good." Harry sits, feeling triumphant. He waves down the bartender. "Two of what he's having."

Harry reached up to Draco's neck, gathering his soft hair to one side, separating it into three sections. Draco's whole body was tense, holding himself still, his face strained. Harry began to weave his hair with practiced ease, over and under.

"You're reckless," Draco finally said, his voice cracking. "Utterly harebrained. You could have been killed, Potter. You nearly were. There was so much—you weren't breathing—" he cut off with a harsh breath, trying to compose himself. His eyes were wet, his cheeks flushed.

Harry finished the plait, smoothing it down and holding the end with his fingers.

"My wand," Harry said. Draco tensed further, but slowly pulled out the familiar length of wood from the pocket of his robes, holding it out hilt first. Harry slid off the blue elastic, returning it to its rightful place on the end of Draco's plait.

"I didn't lose it," Harry murmured. A tear escaped down Draco's cheek, and he sighed, his whole body sagging.

"I knew you wouldn't." He took Harry's hand in both of his, watching his own thumb move over the scars on Harry's skin. "That's not what I was afraid of."

"What are you afraid of, then?"

Draco looked up. He looked awful, agonized, wretched—and so, so beautiful.

"This, Harry." His hands started to shake, where they held Harry's. "I was sure that losing you couldn't hurt me, if I didn't let you have me to begin with... I was wrong. It hurts, no matter what."

"You haven't lost me," Harry said, uselessly. "You won't."

"Don't you dare, Harry."

"You won't," Harry insisted. "Draco, I'm yours. And I already—I put in my notice a week ago." Draco's jaw dropped. "I'm tired of the violence. I'm tired of not being around, for you. I don't know what I'll do, but I have time and money to figure it out, and I'm hoping—I'm hoping I'll have you, too—"

He was cut off by Draco's kiss, hard and fierce and relieved.

"You look like you're about to kiss me," Draco says. He looks equal parts hopeful and terrified.

"You look like you're going to let me," Harry replies. He's close enough to taste Draco's breath; gin and lime. He's right.

"It's about time," Ron declared from the doorway, startling them both. He had one arm around a smug, triumphant Pansy, the other around a shrewd, fond Hermione. For a second, Harry worried that Draco would bolt, but he only groaned in annoyance, hiding his embarrassment in Harry's shoulder.

"'Wand grips', indeed," Hermione muttered, and Harry tried not to laugh, for his ribs. When his joy spilled over, it was with a kiss in Draco’s coconut-scented hair.

i love dare lovers. it's so fucking funny /pos

thank you!!! even though school starts i need to get back on track with it and there'll be more for you to read! i'm glad you like it:)

marauders and co. as things me and my friends said

remus: I WAS IN THE FUCKING ELEVATOR

remus: fuck me, fuck you, fuck the president, fuck your mom. --- sirius: i don't dress to get paid. i dress to get layed. sirius: *laughs hysterically at a fly* ---

james: COME AND FUCKING EAT BITCH james: no. shut up, you are amazing and you deserve love. --- peter: ...i don't need that shit, i have biscuits and frogs peter: i for one second thought you were more mature. i was wronger than answer a. --- marlene: and you're gonna spend valentine's day alone or what??? marlene: i agree. i'd look like the typical 12 year old boy who dyed his hair for the first time if i dyed my hair blue --- lily: [name] stop being a pussy lily: nobody mentally stable here? --- dorcas: *gets up on chair* I'M GAY dorcas: he invited you to McDonalds???? damn i wish i'd have a partner like that --- mary: what in the name of motherfucking fashion are you dressed in??? mary: i am beautiful no matter what you say. i am a guru. --- regulus: WHY THE FUCK DOES NOTHING GET TO MY HEAD?? regulus: i'm not here to listen to your shit, goodbye

please, with/ whit

with- possessing (something) as a feature or accompaniment or accompanied by (another person or thing) ex. i am outside with anna

whit- a very small part or amount the last whit of warmth was drawn by the setting sun

tricky words I always see misspelled in fics: a guide

Viscous/vicious – Viscous is generally used to describe the consistency of blood or other thick liquids. Vicious is used to describe something or someone who is violent. 

Piqued/Peaked/Peeked – To pique someone’s interest is to catch or tease their attention. When something peaks, it reaches its total height or intensity. To peek (at) something is to look briefly, or glance. 

Discrete/Discreet – this is a tough one. Discrete means to be separate, or distinct, i.e., two discrete theories. Conversely, when someone is discreet, they are being secretive or cautious to avoid attention. 

Segue/Segway – one is a transition between things, the other is a thing you can ride at the park and definitely fall off of.

Conscious/Conscience/Conscientious – to be conscious is to be awake, i.e., not unconscious, or to be aware of something. Your conscience is the little voice in your head telling you not to eat the entire pint of ice cream. Finally, to be conscientious is to be good, to do things thoroughly, to be ruled by an inner moral code. 

Hope this helped! Please add more if you think of them!

Remus: I have an empty notebook and I have no idea what to put in. Any suggestion?

James: Put spaghetti in it.

Remus: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone excepting you.

Sirius: put spaghetti in it.

Remus: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone exceptin----

Peter: put spaghetti in it

Remus: I am currentl---

James: put spaghetti in it.

Remus: I am no longer taking suggestions.

you can still leave me asks like the ones from earlier, i love answering them :)