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.

Series summary: Sometimes, you might feel lonely in the entirety of the universe; of all of the stars, planets and constellations… Until it comes. The big bang that turns the world upside down, the reason why all the stars collide and why you, in the first place, are alive.

Part summary: Remus wasn’t as social as you’d maybe assume when you’d got to know him. Yet althrough his personal struggles, for some reason, Dumbledore had chosen him as his new DADA teacher.

A/N:Okay, this is more or less the first, informative, get-into-the-story chapter and there’s not much happening at the moment. I swear, we will pump it up, just give it at least two parts. 

Word count: 2.3 K

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Series masterlist: H E R E 

If you’d ever put a piece of parchment, inkwell and a goose quill and asked Remus John Lupin do describe himself with a few sentences, the parchment would be empty for a few minutes before he’d settle on one small word: a loner. He was alone for quite a time, he wasn’t too attracted by the idea of a human accompany; after everything that happened with Sirius, James and Peter, he wasn’t quite sure if he would be able to connect with a someone new at the time of speaking. The second word he’d most probably used would be ill - then, he would cross the word and write ’seriously ill’ instead.

There wasn’t a lot of people who knew what Lupin was going through or what kind of illness he was diagnosed with thanks to hiding away at the edge of every thinkable society; his bad state was visible just from looking at him. His skin was dry and almost transparent almost all the time and when his illness was getting the best of him, he even appeared lightly green. His hair was slowly thinning out as he grew older, but it still wasn’t as bad as it could be. The only thing that remained the same over the last few decades were his eyes.

The last sentence he would write would most likely say ’down to earth’. It was a rather generous name for not having much money, always looking shabby and, as some wizards or witches would say, second-like hand. Not that Lupin would be proud of what he was looking like, but there weren’t many things he could with it - wizards with his sort of ‘illness’ rarely got a good job proposition if they ever ended up having one.

For everything that was stated above and far more, it was a miracle when he got approached with a job offers from one of the most well-respected, smartest and brilliant wizard of all time, Album Dumbledore himself. The old man found him hidden away in Yorkshire, living in one tumbledown, semi-derelict cottage at the line of poverty itself. Remus felt like he didn’t have the right to complain; he was a damn werewolf. And thanks to the small reminder spoiling his whole face, everyone who could order him something to do for a living knew about this aspect of his life way sooner than Remus would’ve liked them to.

The night Dumbledore had walked into his humble home, he barely got one shirt that held together without patches; most of his clothes was patched up already - all of his trousers and coats surely. At first, he vehemently dismissed Dumbledore’s wish for Lupin working at his school as a DADA teacher. What Dumbledore was suggesting was pure madness. Remus always thought he’s a calm and tolerable man - yet when Albus told him everything that he was asking of him, Remus almost lost it.

Yes, of course - there were the mad werewolves like Fenrir Greyback who hunt children down just for sport and making sure that more and more people would be carrying this sick curse. Lupin hated these sons of bitches the most. He himself was one of their victims in the end. And Albus Dumbledore, the most brilliant man Lupin had ever met, one of the few that Lupin had real respect for was asking him to be a teacher at the biggest wizarding school in all of England, Ireland and Scotland? No. That was an offer that couldn’t be accepted, that was pure madness. He would never willingly get near such a cluster of young people who were full of dreams and had their lives ahead of themselves. What would happen if he would lose control? How many people would get hurt because of one slip? Did Dumbledore realize how many things he was betting by asking Remus such thing?

But to Remus’ surprise, Albus smiled dismissively and stood up from his half-broken-down sofa. With a serious face, Dumbledore had told him that now, he had a professor who could brew the perfect Wolfsbane potion every month and according to Albus, this said the professor was a potions master and genius. However, if Lupin wouldn’t trust himself as much to spend the night of wolfing out inside the Forbidden Forest, there still was the Shrieking shack, just like Remus used to remember it. As a small topic for consideration, Albus left there a small bag with thirty Galleons laying on the coffee table, so Lupin could at least buy himself the most basic needs - whether he would take the job offer or not, the money was his to use, to keep or to give to someone else.

After that, Albus left the cottage. He knew what he was doing and what Remus is capable of. When Albus was leaving, he was smiling and humming a jolly song; he knew very well that he’s leaving Remus with his thoughts alone and he knew very well that this lycanthropic wizard had one of the biggest potentials for teaching Albus had ever encountered.

Everything got sealed on one dark August night. It was mostly the idea of him and Black meeting that made Remus send an express letter to Hogwarts. Sirius Black, the insane wizard that had murdered twelve muggles and his very own best friend, had escaped from Azkaban. Anyone could tell how he had done it, anyone knew where he was and what was he planning to do. Yet Remus had the feeling he should be counting on Sirius visiting him; in the end, Black already murdered one of their small group of friends and helped with murdering the second one… Remus had the feeling that Black might be wanting to finish what had happened in 1981 and for that, he accepted Dumbeldore’s proposition. He was to be one of the Hogwarts teachers.

During the rest of the summer and hiding away, Lupin started to study the materials for each year he was to teach; back in his school days, he was one of the greatest students Hogwarts had seen. There was rarely a test in which Lupin got worse than Exceeding Expectations. It was mostly caused by his natural interest in the art of wizardry and by Remus’ gratefulness - Dumbeldore let him study like every other normal student and prevented him from hurting anyone else during the full moon. And DADA? Dear Merlin, he always had a deep appreciation for this class. One of his biggest DADA achievements was that he could cast the Patronus Charm without too much of a trouble. Also… The creatures were quite brilliant and before Lupin could comprehend, he was looking forward to sharing his knowledge with all of the young people in Hogwarts.

At the same time, he realized that he will be there. Son of James and Lily Potter. His name was Harry and he had last seen when he was smaller than Lupin’s forearms. He was nothing more than a sweet, laughing boy covered in one big blanket. How old was he now? Twelve? Thirteen? Remus couldn’t even count it down properly, he just knew that the boy’s going to be there once be starts his teaching career.

As to be expected, the safety precautions around Hogwarts got more intense - Nd so did everywhere else. Lupin was especially aware of that once a Dementor harassing a black-hearted boy had woken him up. And to his realization, it was Harry Potter himself who got into trouble. The most logical thing that came to mind was to talk to the staff and to make sure there are no more dementors inside the train.

Yet once he made sure the train was safe, he couldn’t bring himself to go back to the coupe and rather stayed in the corridors on a watch, trying to ensure the safety inside the train. His mind, on the other hand, was racing - James’ son, his murdered best friend’s son, was inside and he looked just like James. Except for the eyes. Those were, without a doubt, Lily’s. Lupin didn’t expect such a low blow on his very first day. At that moment, he promised himself to be better. He promised himself that he’d teach the kids everything he knew; and he was particularly excellent in this subject, so the kids had.

The first days at school were… Good. Lupin wasn’t particularly all over the place because he wasn’t quite comfortable with the all-the-time type of company. The other teachers tried to talk to him, to make him feel good about himself and the purpose of his staying inside the school’s walls and he didn’t avoid the introduction where the whole Great hall had given him short applause.

McGonagall, who was sitting next to him, persisted on Remus calling her “Minerva” and every time he dared to call her Mrs professor, she gave him a furrowed look, correcting him in her straight-to-the-point type of voice. Madame Pomfrey was also fond of seeing him after such a long time in a pretty good shape and Hagrid tried his absolute best to behave; there was still quite a lot of memories inside other’s minds that connected him with Sirius and Remus could understand the worried looks and careful words. Needless to say, the whole feast was delicious as it usually was in Hogwarts and after such a long and draining day, he was glad to walk the quiet and dark halls before he took off to his room, located close to the DADA schoolroom to have some proper and certainly refreshing sleep.

First classes after the feast in the Great hall were the worst for Remus. There were new faces to remember, a lot whole more of names and… At first, he was lost when it came to some of the students. The name of Justin Flinch-Fletchey didn’t crawl into his brain until the end of the first week; however, there were people of whom he was very aware against his better judgement.

One of them was Harry and his two friends, Hermione and Ronald - no matter what they said or did, they always looked there are about to cause some mischief. This, of course, could be only a feeling inside of Lupin’s guts; yet from other professors, he listened to the wild stories about the past two years; all of which had Potter himself in the centre. Another student he was keeping his eyes on was Neville Longbottom, the son of Alice and Frank. The fates of his parents were heartbreaking and growing up with his grandmother, who was a persistent and unpleasant woman at times, had to be hard for such a gentle soul. There were moments when Lupin could see glimpses of his own uncertainty and shyness in Neville’s words. At last, there was a girl from Hufflepuff named Rosamunda who caught his eye simply because her mother was one of his former schoolmates.

Kids who caught his attention naturally without having some sorts of a past connection with him were Fred and George Weasley who were friends with Lee Jordan, another Griffindor student - they were quite a loud and jolly party who, when the topic was right, had a lot of questions and were very curious about the subject. On the other hand, when they didn’t have one of those days, they could be annoying, to say the least. Another girl, Heather from Ravenclaw, had caught his eye simply because of her unusually deep interest in DADA. There were no students who would give him any sorts of trouble, which was also a win. As Lupin got a hold on his classes step by step, it suddenly didn’t seem to be so out worldly that he’d have the potential to be a teacher - and a good one.

Sure, there were concerns expressed by others member of the staff, especially by Snape, that were regarding his lycanthropy. Yet as Dumbledore had sworn to him, everyone was doing their best when it came to that - madame Pomfrey made sure that the Shrieking shack is at the disposal all the time, Snape was brewing the potions even though his mostly anti-Lupin agenda and Dumbledore himself sworn to him that if there would be a situation in which a student was to be harmed, he himself would prevent that.

Everything seemed to be falling in its place.

It was the break between the noon and afternoon classes in which Lupin was to assigned to have a patrol on the small courtyard opposite the Great hall where some students took their lunches so they could spend some time out in the open before the weather gets bad. And the occupation of the courtyard was quite big - some students were just taking a short break and played Exploding snap throughout, the Weasley twins were throwing some kind of small, non-burning fireworks at each other and there were even people who simply chatted the whole period away. Lupin himself was quietly standing in one of the corners, leaning into a wall dressed in one of his shabby sweaters and ate an apple while overseeing the whole situation.

There was a moment where he didn’t notice it at all - someone had crashed into a group of three students, taking two of them down onto the ground. It was hard to see what was happening there since there was quite a lot of people in the way. The only thing he could see were people picking off the ground as another person was running off inside the castle. Honestly, he didn’t know where to jump first - if he should go to help the students laying on the ground. - “I am so sorry! I will buy you a lollipop or something!” - The woman who jumped at them yelled over her shoulder and disappeared inside the castle. He could only see a grey sweater, long black pants and her hair flow in the wind as she ran for… For an unknown reason.

The only thing he had seen was her back, he could hear her yelling some nonsense at the students and even though, it knocked the apple out of his hand as he looked at her disappearing. There was something. Remus couldn’t exactly name it, but there was some energy about her. Yet in the end, he walked to the group to check on them, letting the woman disappear inside.

“Ooooo”

Couldn’t leave September the 1st without a Harry Potter Post!

More Harry Potter fan art! I gave drawing @bcdaily ’s Commentarius gang a go because I don’t give the marauders era enough love tbh

A little goodbye

Chocolate, the best solution to everything

Gossip before the disaster

dude, I just started to analyse this, Quirrel had Voldy at the back of his head right?? Okay, and supposedly Dumbledore knows it all with his great powers and shit, right?? hoW DIDNT HE NOTICE THE FUCKING DARK LORD IN ONE OF HIS TEACHERS?! I mean, dark magic it’s like a vibe right?? bAD VIBE???

This caterpillar embodies the Hufflepuff spirit

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• cracks his knuckles against any hard surface he finds
• pushes his glasses up by the frames and then gets angry when he leaves a mark on the lens 
• sips his tea when it’s too hot, burns his tongue, and then does it again
• drinks his tea with no sugar in it even tho he likes it better with sugar
• literally always humming a muggle song. it’s old lady music though because he was only allowed to listen to what petunia liked
• uses muggle swears only
• used to be part of the nativity christmas plays in school because dudley was always in them. was def a tree or smth tho
• has the best posture ever because petunia never let him slouch. can walk up and down stairs or run with books on his head.
• literally so good at magic tricks. can pull anything out of your ear
• packs a mean fucking punch
• like you do not want to be on the receiving end of his fist
• is so bad at reading. he is harry 19 never learned how 2 fuckin read
• like he doesn’t even have any learning disabilities he just fucking sucks at reading
• but so good at math
• math gay !!!! bi
• is so good at an american accent. does one constantly. it annoys hermione and ron so much
• his handwriting is borderline illegible
• sometimes even he can’t read his handwriting
• can master any spell within a few tries and everybody hates him for it
• is the best at DADA but also very good in transfiguration and charms and literally all of his classes because he isn’t stupid
• remember kids harry is only stupid when it comes to his actions, not his academics. also, grades don’t determine intelligence :)
• hates men so much but is also so attracted to them
• he came out as gay to everyone and a few months later had to sit them all back down and say ‘so girls are cool too’
• when he cares, he has an amazing fashion sense
• but he usually doesn’t care lmao
• looks ethereal in a skirt and crop top
• absolutely doesn’t care what people think of him. will walk around naked given the chance
• massive dick energy
• will tell you to shut up if he doesn’t want to listen to you
• can and will change the subject five different times in the span of a minute. only hermione can keep up when he gets going
• king of breaking awkward silences with the worst possible thing he could say in that moment
• maxed out at 5′5″ (165 cm) 
• has the same feral energy as a chihuahua
• no self preservation. if he sees something that even hints at the possibility of hurting him, he is absolutely going to touch that thing
• so intimidating
• his glare has murdered thousands
• people are terrified of him but respect him so much
• terrified of dogs because of marge’s dog
• got over his fear slightly when sirius showed up but also not really because sirius really scared him in third year :(
• also scared of toads. i don’t make the rules, i just play by them
• a toad jumped and hit him in the face once when he was gardening and it scarred him for life
• trevor is the only exception but you won’t catch harry holding him
• snakes tho? the love of his life. will kill a man for a snake
• also cats :’)

i might add more at some point who knows. feel free to add your own obscure harry headcanons :)