Okay, okay, okay, let me start - this isn’t going to be those twenty messy blocks of text you’re used to during the ramblings, but still - it is a biased opion and it’s mine. Shall we start, then? 

I am now re-reading every HP original series book and… Sirius has been my favorite character (except Fred & George) since the very first moment he spoke, whether in the books or movies,yet especially when Gary Oldman was portraying him (which makes sense when Prisoner of Azkaban was literally the only Harry Potter thing I wanted to watch as a kid).

And when I grew older I noticed… A SHIT LOAD OF PEOPLE ships Remus and Sirius… So I tried to see it in the books from that moment, to see the dialogue and other stuff regarding their relationship. To which I have only one word - N O. Let me elaborate. 

I, myself, am a LGBTQ+ person (I am a pansexual), so please, don’t come after me for being homophobic or whatever the fuck reason you’d come up with. And I personally don’t like the idea of forcing a character into a sexuality they aren’t displaying, hadn’t mentioned or aren’t describe to be. I don’t mean it in a rude way, but fandom tend to do this all the time. 

As for Remus, I think he can be a closeted bi/pan, no problem there. He got married to Tonks in the end, he fell in love with her and had a son with her - therefore we know he’s into women, at least partially. However, there’s not an instance of denying in his story arc in which anyone would say that he is not atracted to men. 

But as for Sirius… Bro, I really don’t think it’s happening. Either he is a heterosexual man or an asexual (which I gathered from Sirius was never mentioned to date someone). Sure, there isn’t no denying about his hidden gay side either, but the inclination of posibility isn’t as big as in Lupin’s case. Let me tell you why I think so. 

First off, there are instances in the books and other materials (I don’t think it made it into the movie) in which Sirius is called out for being a flirt (on Remus’ Pottermore page, for instance: ’He always got the women,’ Remus said when Tonks implied Sirius was handsome). 

Second of all - he had muggle women in bikini posters all over his fucking bedroom. Sure, this was a rebellion against his mother Walburga, but if he’d be gay, I think he would put up muggle actors/models up there. 

And the last valid point… It is never explicitely said anywhere at any point in the books that Sirius would display any other afection than the friendly/brotherly one towards his friends and Harry - so I think that Sirius is either a cis hetero or an asexual. 

And… IF THESE TWO WERE GAY, J. K. WOULDN’T BE CAPABLE OF SHUTTING UP ABOUT IT, FOR FUCK’S SAKE. NOT THAT I TAKE HER SIRIUSLY (HAHA! DUMB JOKE!), ESPECIALLY AFTER THIS INSANE WOMAN TOLD US MRS. WEASLEY CAUGHT RON JERKING OF FIVE SEPARATE TIMES (THANKS FOR THAT, J. K., I HATE IT!), SHE EVEN OPENLY DENIED THESE TWO BEING GAY. 

To end this on a good note - I don’t mind shippers at all! Some of the Sirius x Lupin content is sweet, fun, nice and all! I don’t mind bumping into it, I kinda dig it but I still don’t quite agree with it. Thank you for understanding, do what makes you happy. ❤️

If someone’s mad about Sirius Black’s death in movies… It’s so much worse in the books.

Because whilst reading, you fully realize that if Dumbledore wasn’t a selfish fuck (bcs he didn’t taught Harry about protecting his mind? and Harry wasn’t a dumb hoe (bcs he fucked Snape over), he could be alive. And you’re aware of that thoughout each passing book, more and more.

To put it simply, I almost yote my copy of the Order of the Phoenix at the wall while crying.

To make you forget about the fact for a sec, I recorded the best scene in Deathly Hallows pt. 1, credit to WB for making me cry every fucking time.

Is it just me or Jegulus content seems to be EVERYWHERE these days? Can anyone explain why?

Not that I’m complaining, I always thought they were a hugely underrated pair

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This will be news to exactly no one, but I just found out that an alternative shipname for jegulus is starchaser and IM SMITTEN WITH IT. It is so pretty. Argh.

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Sirius Black high-fiving Lily Evans every time she raises her hand in class.

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Ok but someone tell me why Harry didn’t grow up to be the best Defense Against Dark Arts professor Hogwarts has ever known

RIGHT??? what is up with this he becomes an auror crap?? Harry would have loved being a teacher and watching his students improve throughout the years. Revamping the curriculum because if he could teach kids as a child himself how to cast a patronus, perhaps everything they think of as only NEWTs levels and beyond really just weren’t taught well before. 

Making him become an auror just makes him continue the fight he was forced into as a child and didn’t enjoy, Harry enjoyed teaching the DA. Why wouldn’t he chase after doing something he loves with his life????? And then he’d be able to train the next generation to make sure that they can protect the world, too. 

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YES. I can just picture Professors Potter and Longbottom joking about students and the other teachers during meals, playing mini pranks on Headmistress McGonagall, who’d purse her lips and remind them that they were adults, then look away before they could catch the twinkle in her eye. All the students would either have a massive crush on them or admire them or both. Harry is the only teacher capable of taming Teddy (who became known as the prank king, comparable to the Weasley’s twins) and eventually James, Al, and Lily. He develops connections with each of his students and teaches them according to the way he’s noticed they learn best and his classroom becomes a usual hangout for students, as he’s always got food and a “lame dad joke” that everyone secretly loves.

I could go on, but I have to stop myself before I get too into this.

Okay, this now officially drives me nuts because this would have made SO MUCH SENSE. And not only because of Harry’s temperament. Yes, he would have LOVED teaching DADA, but do you know who else wanted to teach DADA? Tom Riddle. Voldemort cursed the position so no one could stay for over a year, and Rowling said that the curse broke upon his death. It would have brought the Prophecy’s plot line to full circle, because it shouldn’t have been anyone other than Harry who became the first un-cursed DADA professor. It would have been just another part Harry vanquished.

And how important would it be to the students as well, and to him being able to progress with a comfortable, normal life? Because every witch/ wizard in the UK  goes through Hogwarts. The first year after the war, he starts, and the students all come home at Christmas or in the summer and their parents are all ‘WOW you’ve been taught by HARRY POTTER what was he like?”And all these students who are totally over it already like “I don’t know, just… he’s just Professor Potter. He’s just Harry. He makes shit jokes and hands out chocolate in lessons. He’s just a really great guy.” 
And over the years it stops being people yelling ‘The Chosen One’ or ‘The Boy Who Lived’ in the streets. He goes in to Diagon Alley with his family and everyone’s like ‘Oh my god, Sir! Hi! Look, it’s Professor Potter!’ And no-one wants to know how it felt to die or what vanquishing Voldemort was like- they want to tell him how their doing, and chat with him about how they want to go into the Aurors or Dragon taming, or what they’re doing now. They want one of their favourite teachers to meet their kids, reminisce about old lessons.

But of course, everyone still knows it’s Harry Potter. And it becomes like a thing among the students, whenever anyone feels low on confidence or like they’ll never achieve things in life, and someone’ll cut in like ‘Of course you can. Harry defeated the greatest Dark Wizard in memory, and he’s a massive dork who’s a little bit frightened of his wife and kids, stilltrips over the trick step, didn’t get the date he wanted to the Yule Ball and spills pumpkin juice all over his robes regularly. He’s human just like you, and if hecould do that,you can sure as hell make the DMLE if that’s what you want.”

Like Harry and Neville being constant reminders to all their students that heroes are just people- just real, normal, faulty people.

(And then can we also have Ginny Weasley, taking some time off from playing professional Quidditch so she comes to do a few years as the flying coach. And her first year Harry goes down to the pitch with a few of the 7th years he has under his wing, and Ginny being, as always, vaguely terrifying but in an incredibly attractive way. And all these 7th years just gaping at her like ‘Woah. Youare married to her?!” And Harry just massively smug like ‘Yeah, I know right?’)

Learning new vocab from Deathly Hallows

New Days

The second part from my first Draco x !freader it’s here…

Hope you like it!!

(ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE)

Part I

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Your daily routine hadn’t changed much since your encounter with Draco Malfoy, well it hadn’t changed if you didn’t count all the times since then that you spent anywhere quite far away with that blond who made you shiver.

The rumour had already spread around the school, your Ravenclaw beau hadn’t wasted any time, but you were fine with the situation as long as people talked from afar and didn’t bother you.

But that day you had to face your friend’s interrogation, at least she deserved answers.

“How long have you been with Malfoy behind my back?” she asked without understanding how or when that had happened.

“Almost two weeks.” You answered with a face as red as a tomato and fiddling with the food on your plate. Feeling Draco’s eyes on you in the Great Hall, whenever you were apart, hadn’t helped you to hold normal conversations.

“So, the mark on your neck wasn’t a mosquito?” she glanced at you somewhere between amused and embarrassed.

“No…” you confessed, remembering the number of hickeys Malfoy had devoted himself to leaving on your neck, marking you as his own.

“I can’t believe it.” she laughed out loud. “Who made the first move?”

“He took the initiative and I did the rest.” you said proudly.

“Look at you… And I thought you only had eyes for the characters in those novels you read.” she mocked you.

It was true that the only person who had aroused your fascination was the famous Slytherin. You didn’t know why, but before you knew it, your gaze was already following him everywhere, trying to decipher what it was hiding behind those cold and lonely eyes.

The same seemed to have happened to him, or so he confessed to you on one of your nocturnal escapades. He didn’t understand how anyone could look at him with such indifference, and he promised himself that he would get some kind of reaction from the face he had fallen in love with.

You two still had a deal to keep, the Yule Ball was in less than three days. The Heads of Houses had already started to teach you the necessary rules, though you could only think about what Draco would look like in a suit.

Oh, hell! You hadn’t even considered what you were going to wear, your head had been occupied with far more amusing thoughts.

That evening your friend came along with you to Hogsmeade, your parents had sent you some money and you were hoping to find something decent at Gladrags amongst all those socks.

You wanted to dazzle Draco, to see his pupils dilate in your presence so that he could think of nothing but you. So you went to great lengths to find a dress to match the situation.

As you imagined, there was hardly anything worthwhile left on the hangers in that shop. You went round and round, searching every possible nook and cranny, but nothing. Just as you were about to give up, a piece of blue cloth, hanging on a nearby rack, caught your eye. You couldn’t even get your hands on it before a group of Slytherin girls who had been lurking around the shop got to it before you could.

“Did you want this?” one of them asked you mischievously. “Well you wouldn’t know how to wear it anyway, some people just aren’t cut out for classy clothes.”

You were caught unawares. It was the first time you had ever been the target of a Slytherin and you thought you knew why.

“Why don’t you mind your own business?” Your friend stood up for you.

“Give it up, it’s not worth it. Some people have too much time on their hands.” You stopped her before things got ugly.

It couldn’t bother you any less, that attempted sabotage only meant that they knew Draco was no longer on the market.

You left the shop disappointed that you hadn’t found a dress for the ball. Although the bad mood lasted as long as it took you to find Draco strolling around Hogsmeade with Crabbe and Goyle.

“Well, well, but who do we have here?” his expression turned from his typical frown to a warm, relaxed smile as you approached him.

You didn’t miss the surprised faces of Malfoy’s "friends” at his change of mood. You were more than pleased to know that this was a side of Draco that only you could experience.

“We had shopping to do.” you explained. “But, we were just on our way back to Hogwarts.”

“Empty-handed?” he wondered, giving you a suspicious look.

“You should tell him.” your friend whispered in your ear.

“Tell me what?” you noticed his brow furrowing. You didn’t want Draco to know what happened, you weren’t a little girl who needed his protection, but it was already too late.

“Could you at least buy me a butterbeer?” you sighed a little wearily at the number of events that had happened in such a short time.

Your friend took that proposal as a sign to get back on her way. She didn’t want to come between the lovebirds. As for Crabbe and Goyle, all it took was a “Disappear” from the blond and within seconds it was just the two of you.

“You should be nicer to them,” you smiled as you realised how childish Draco could be sometimes. He was so eager for you two to be alone that he didn’t even bother to hide it.

“They’re used to it.” he defended himself as he took you by the hand and led you in the direction of The Three Broomsticks. You intertwined your fingers with his and let yourself be swept away with an idiotic grin on your face.

For a few seconds you regretted your request. There, in those snowy streets, it was just you, Draco, and the feeling that the world belonged to you and the slytherin alone. You didn’t want it to end.

He sensed your body’s resistance and turned to you. He caught you in his arms, grabbing your chin and forced you to look at him. His cheeks were red with cold, his eyes tinged with worry and fear…

“Have you had enough of me?” he asked bitterly. You blinked in confusion, what the hell was he talking about? You cupped his cheeks with your hands, making him shiver with the warmth you radiated.

“As if that were possible… “ you whispered, looking him in the eyes, to make your message clear. You had never been aware of how lonely Draco felt until you started dating him, but what broke your heart the most was seeing how he was ready for you to leave him at any moment. “It is you, Draco Malfoy, who will not get rid of me so easily.” you threatened him.

Without you expecting it he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you as if his soul went into it. If you didn’t know how proud the Slytherin could be you would swear that for a second you saw a tear fall down his cheek, but trapped against his chest, you couldn’t see anything, only feel Draco’s heartbeat thundering against your whole body.

“If we stay here much longer we’ll freeze, and I don’t want you to blame me if you catch a cold.” He broke the embrace and without waiting for a response, he took you by the hand and led you to The Three Broomsticks. Someone had suddenly become shy and you couldn’t help but smile.

Once there, finally with a butterbeer in your hand, he forced you to tell him what had happened to you before you met. The Slytherin had too good a memory to forget the incident. You explained to him, somewhat embarrassed, how you had completely forgotten to buy a dress for the Yule Ball and how the only thing you could find in the shop had been taken from you by a group of Slytherins.

“y/n, tell me who they are and I swear they won’t dare show their faces in front of you ever again.” The knuckles of his hand turned white and his body language adopted his father’s gestures.

“Don’t even think about it.” you tried to calm him by taking his hand and interlacing your fingers. “But…” you put a finger to his lips to shut him up. “I want all your attention on me, I don’t want you to even think about them.” you interrupted him. Draco grinned slyly, every day he was more and more sure that he had found the right one.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, you’re already the only thing I think about all day long.” he confessed before kissing you, the taste of butterbeer intensified in your mouth accompanied by an overflowing warmth.