Enjoy this ‚tiered dad Draco feeds adorable little Scorp who’s being appreciated by Luna and Teddy‘ illustration.
(Is this a weird description? Probably.)
So I‘m in a pickle here guys. I love Scorpius and want him to be part of the stories in my head but I can’t figure out those family dynamics I have nothing against Astoria but I think I‘ll stick with Drarry forever. Also Luna and Teddy are a fixed part of this family now that’s safe. Well maybe a few comic strips wont be very logical then. (sooorrry ) ((It may seem like I have no life but I swear to you I‘m just ignoring my real life problems for these onesoh why))
Hope you enjoy this nevertheless. <3 Have a nice weekend :)
Hey guys so big news: I’m gonna move this art blog to my main channel.
When I started sharing my silly comicstrips I would have never thought there’d be this amazing support of all of you!!
(To be honest I only shared them because I was feeling bad for procrastinating so much with them for no reason at all)
But now that I get this nice feedback and you seem to enjoy my work I suddenly have a one to do them more seriously than before.
So I‘m going to transfer it to my main channel (which I tidied up and renamed for this purpose), that I can finally interact with you better than before.
That‘s why this is gonna be the last new post on this blog.
Over the period of about two weeks, I will post all works from this blog on the new @beebox-illustrations.tumblr.com
I hope you’ll follow me and won‘t be mad about this change.
Also I‘m trying to establish an instagram page @beeboxillustrations if you‘re interested in that :)
So thank you for reading and lots of love <3
Steffi
I imagine Hermione having a few old muggle friends from her childhood. She helps one of them moving and asks Harry if he‘d help. Naturally Draco tells them that wizards are superior and ends up having to help to back up his point.
“James? Where are you?” Lily called from the hallway, spelling her red hair into a bun and picking up the lime green Mungo’s robes.
“Out here! Garage!”
Through the garage door, Lily found James laid out under their car, struggling to poke around the underside with his wand.
“Are you a wizard or not,” Lily sighed, motioning to levitate the car onto conjured stands.
“Wait, wait no—” James gestured frantically, but it was too late. With a soft bang, something blew up and James’ arms flew up to shield his face from the tiny shower of sparks. “Yeah. That didn’t sound good.”
Lily winced, “Oh godric’s. Sorry dear.”
“Charms react with chemicals, apparently.”
“Ah. I should have remembered.” Lily said, holding in a laugh and not at all sounding sorry. She crouched down to pull up her husband from the ground. “What were you even trying to do?”
“Well, you know what Sirius said about how muggle machinery isn’t safe for direct apparation? Because magic fucks up electrical conduction or whatever,” James said while patting dirt off his jeans, wiping his glasses on his shirt, “I was hoping to tinker it enough so we could send it waiting for you in Hope’s garage. Then you won’t have to drive the whole way there and back?”
“Oh,” Lily smiled, wiping dirt from his nose, “That’s considerate of you.”
“Would have been if it worked.”
She gave him a short kiss and a pat on the cheek, “Then make it work. Listen, I’ve got to go check in on Mungo’s, they’ve just called. I’ll be back by noon but it means I’ll actually need this trick of yours—”
James groaned. “Not today, Lily! How long’s it been since your last proper day off?”
Lily immediately started to sound impatient, “Oh come on James. We’ve talked about this—”
“It’s not that! Of course I respect and admire your choices in career, but— you’ve got to take time off! And especially today—”
“Do you see Remus taking today off? Exactly. And I’m nowhere close to workaholism am I? Living up to being a responsible senior healer is not mutually exclusive with a well-adjusted and healthy work schedule. Are you trying to say that I—”
“Nothing! I’m not trying to say anything! Not in general, but you could just take it easy today?”
“Oh for Godric—”
“Mum! Dad! What is happening?” Harry poked his head through the open garage door. Sirius was close behind, carrying Teddy on his shoulders.
“Oh hello Harry!” Lily moved in for a quick hug from her son.
He spied the robes on his mother’s arms and quickly caught up. “Oh. Well, dad, quit it. You know you aren’t going to convince her.”
“Yeah James,” Sirius chimed in gleefully, “should have learnt about twenty years ago, no?”
James sighed, Lily chuckled. “Well, at least some of you’ve got your head the right side up today. Hello Teddy, how are you doing?”
“Dada cake!” The toddler exclaimed, excitedly tugging on Sirius’ hair and earning a wince from him.
“Well aren’t you a handful.” Sirius carefully reached up to untangle tiny fists from his hair, “James, what have you done with the car?”
“It’s four against one this morning, is it?” James crossed his arms.
Lily snorted. “Careful there, Black. Push his buttons and you’ll make him go stag.”
“Stag!” Teddy shouted, and James was only too happy to oblige. Some might say transforming to avoid confrontations is a family trait. And really, Harry still could not take seriously having a giant deer for a father. Though seeing Teddy laugh delightedly as Sirius put him on the back of James’ stag form brought back only fond memories.
“Alright well, you boys sort yourselves out.” Lily said as she started to leave. “I’ll see you for lunch.”
“Bye mum!”
“Bye-bye!”
“Love you—” they all chorused.
-
Sirius examined inside the car’s open front lid, while James stood besides him, sheepishly pushing a hand through his hair.
“Nope.” Sirius said simply as a verdict. Harry snorted from where he was bouncing Teddy in his arms at the back of the garage, letting him grab at different trinkets along the walls.
“Was I at least on the right track?”
“I mean,” Sirius teasingly tilted his head from side to side, “one day it’s gotta either become sentient or blow itself up, so I say you’re doing good work.”
“That Ford Anglia could do with a brother,” James shrugged, “but can you fix it?”
“Sure. You’ll just have to go pick up Remus’ cake with Harry.”
“Dada cake!” Teddy yelled again, throwing the garden glove into Harry’s face.
“Ah I see!” James grinned, turning to Harry, “some quality father-son time it is! Sirius, reckon you could keep Teddy around?”
“I think we should bring him along, no?” Harry said hurriedly, batting Teddy’s hands away from reaching for a screwdriver.
Sirius waved a hand dismissively. He was already hunching over the engine, brows drawn in concentration and the tip of his tongue sticking out the corner of his lips. “Go on, you three. Clear out of here.”
so much fluff coming your way. spoiler alert: EVERYONE lives
who said he never lived past forty?
March 10th, 2000.
“Oh come on you old thing—” Harry muttered at the ancient bike squeaking its way up the hill— why did they have to live on a hill? At least, Harry thought, the weather was nice. It was a glorious March day, the sun finally starting to grace England amidst the spring buds just about to bloom.
Panting as he jumped off the bike at the front porch, Harry wasted no time in starting to pound their front door, “Sirius! Sirius get out of here— if we don’t go get the cake by noon we’ll have to put Fred and George on Teddy duty and they’ve threatened to feed him the—”
The door opened with Remus looking exasperatedly bemused.
Harry gaped at him with one fist still raised in the air, “Remus! Ugh— hi!” he said intelligently, “aren’t you— supposed to be at Hogwarts? It’s a Friday.”
“For sure, I was just about to floo up. Harry, is everything alright?”
Darn it, Harry thought, Remus had been back living with Sirius ever since Teddy was born. It’s been two bloody years, how could he have forgotten? “Um, yeah. Everything’s great.”
“Did I hear something about Teddy and a cake?”
“No! Nothing of the sort.” Harry tried an oblivious look, which only turned into a shit-eating kind of grin at Remus’ raised eyebrow.
“Hmm. Try to keep your dad and Sirius in check, won’t you? Merlin forbid they strain themselves at this age.”
“Hey, I heard that—” Sirius called groggily from inside the house.
Remus sighed, fond and exasperated (in Harry’s memory Remus constantly seemed to be exasperated), and said “Do you want to come in?” and when Harry moved forward, unblocking the bike from Remus’ view, “Harry, is that— that bike on the ground used to belong to my mother!” he said laughingly.
“No offence to Nana Hope but Remus, that bike is now a pile of junk.”
-
“A very good morning to you, Prongslet,” Sirius’ hand, even after so many years, magnetically veered towards ruffling Harry’s hair in greeting.
“Ay stop it.” Harry half heartedly tried batting his hand away, “is Teddy still sleeping?”
“Mhm. I’ll just check on him before I go.” Remus said, making his way towards the stairs.
“Sirius—” Harry started whispering aggressively, the moment Remus moved out of earshot, “we’re on cake duty, turns out Nana Hope’s train got cancelled— fucking British trains— now Mum has to go pick her up, so we’ll also have to find someone to babysit Teddy, because no, the twins are not an option—”
“We could leave him with Molly?”
“No! This is Teddy, Molly can’t keep up!” Harry followed Sirius as he walked through to the kitchen, flicking on kettles and hobs, taking his wand out of his hair (let it be said that this never got old) to send breakfast ingredients flying across the air. He added a single sugar to a hot cup of tea, and sent the mug sailing out to find Remus.
“Eggs, Harry?”
“Oh yes, and have you got one of those blueberry muffins— oh hell yeah! Cheers, Sirius.”
“Anything for you, pup. Now what about Ginny, shouldn’t she be free?”
“Godric’s sake, Sirius. You were the one who kept telling me about having to stop Dad from throwing me around like a quaffle. We don’t trust toddlers with professional chasers.”
Sirius laughed, “You’re right, you’re right. Well, Ron and Hermione?”
“Have you even been paying attention? Ron and Hermione are setting up the—”
Remus appeared at the kitchen door, and smiled, indulgently suspicious, eyes narrowed just, at the way Harry had abruptly cut himself off. Sirius, completely unfazed, chuckled to himself.
“Thank you for the tea, love,” Remus said, setting his mug down on the counter.
Sirius immediately made his way across, and they shared a short kiss. “You’re heading off?”
“Yeah.”
“Well go on,” they share a honey-wine kind of smile, mellowed by three decades of life together, “go blow some children away.”
“I’ll see you both tonight? At Lily and James’?” Remus said on the threshold of the fireplace.
Harry turned to Sirius. They shared an identical grin.
“Hey Remus,” Harry called out. Remus raised a single eyebrow. “Happy birthday.”
Remus breathed a laugh like he’s finally heard the stone he’d been waiting to drop. “Thank you Harry. But I’ll have you know, these two words have somehow filled me with so much fear.” he said, before stepping away into the green flames.
-
As Remus sat down at the head table next to Regulus, he pushed towards him a book-shaped package, neatly wrapped in parchment.
“Happy birthday, old man.” Regulus said between sips of tea, eyes not leaving the Prophet page.
“Regulus— thank you.” Remus said heartily, “What book is it this year?”
“A niche thing about pseudo-reactive potions in identifying dark artefacts. I think you’ll appreciate it.”
Remus laughed, “One of these days you’ll quit trying to get me into potions.”
“One of these days you’ll quit pretending you don’t enjoy them.”
“Oh, it’s a day for baring our hearts, is it?”
“If there ever was one.”
“You know, Reg. You might need to admit how much thought you’ve put into the gift, and I’ll admit how much I appreciate it.”
Regulus chuckled, “Keep talking and you’ll sound like Dumbledore.”
Remus shook his head, “Could I ever.”
As they spent breakfast in each other’s comfortable companionship, familiar sharp banter, Remus allowed himself just one moment of sentimentally feeling his age. His eyes scanned the hall-full of children and marvelled. Seven years he’s been here now. He’d watched most of his friends’ children grow into brilliant young people, been witness to all the wonderful little moments of their growth, and not just through their letters on parchment. Inadvertently, embarrassingly, he’d been right there for Harry’s first detention, first crush, first break-up; picked up on too many quarrels between Ron and Hermione or the Weasley siblings; laughed his way through every time one of them slipped up during a practical lesson and called him Moony or Remus. (He always thought those occasions were more of an embarrassment for the children than himself, though Regulus thought otherwise. He heard about how he went livid the time Harry slipped up and called him Uncle Reg.)
Now, every child in the seats below Remus had known since they were eleven— the thought filled him with inexplicable warmth. This, this was worth all of it. It was worth every day of wrestling with teenagers, worth the grey lining his hair. Really, he couldn’t believe his luck. His younger self— sitting in this same hall at a much darker time— would never have fathomed being this happy, being loved and accepted in this big a place as Hogwarts, despite his lycanthropy. Would he have imagined even living to see this age?
“You know,” Regulus said suddenly, breaking him from his thoughts, “I overheard the Wilkins talking about certain— plans. I think you can look forward to an eventful day.”
“Oh dear,” Remus groaned, “I was hoping they’d forgotten now that the last Weasley’s gone.”
“Their influences stretch far and wide, that hoard of yours.”
“Mine? You mean ours, dear brother in law?”
“Oh please, imagine. The sole heir of the house of black, consorting with blood traitors and half-breeds.” He mocked, with a completely straight face.
Remus laughed in surprise, at Regulus’ accent deliberately turned up about five notches. The posh roundness was wearing thinner by the day, so it never failed to throw him back a decade or two hearing it again, even if their voices were now lower and rougher with age.
“So,” Remus asked, “you’ve any idea what that lot are up to?”
“I have no idea who you mean by that.”
A snort, “our one and only family, of course.”
Regulus smiled then, rare and soft. “For sure. Though no, you know I’m not lying when I tell you I don’t know what they’re up to. I just leave it up to them.”
“You don’t deny they’re up to something?”
Regulus put down his teacup, turned to look at him, “Remus. They’ve always been up to something. Every single day since they turned eleven.”
this is a little contribution to @impishtubist’s harry/sirius saturday that I’ve been dying to participate in!! this was supposed to be fluffy and sweet then I blinked and somehow there’s a little bit of angst. but it’s wolfstar-raising-harry-and-teddy where sirius never went to azkaban bc f that!!
Sirius kicks out the snow from his boots before walking inside, a childhood habit born of self-preservation that he still hasn’t quite been able to break, even decades later.
He sighs when Harry bursts past him, yelling as he goes, sprinting straight through the doorway without a care for the muddy ice tracks he’s leaving in his wake. “Moony! Teds! Come look at what we got!”
“Harry, take off your–” The messy head of hair doesn’t pause for a second, so Sirius pulls his wand from his boot and huffs out a quick cleaning charm, perhaps cast a bit too powerfully in his exasperated state.
“Ahhh!” Harry has almost reached the stairs and Sirius watches, panic curling in his gut, as he starts to slip on the shining, newly slick wood floors. Sirius flicks his wand again, just as Harry falls straight backwards, landing on his butt with a surprised grunt.
There’s a commotion from above and Teddy giggles and claps his hands loudly, bundled in Remus’ arms as they look down at them from the landing.
“Are you alright, Harry?” Remus calls, and there’s maybe a hint of amusement in his voice, but Sirius can’t hear it. Can’t hear anything over the blood pounding in his chest, the high-pitched ringing in his ears.
His face feels numb. All of his senses are zeroed in on the shape of a boy lying flat on his back. He blinks rapidly, and sees another boy, fallen to the ground. Another boy with dark skin and messy, jet-black hair; gangly limbs sprawled out–flat on his back.
On his back and unmoving. Another boy Sirius had loved more than anyone, and was too late to save.
His fault. Always, always, his fault.
Sirius drops the bundle of parcels in his arms and rushes over to crouch next to Harry, vision blurry, wand shaking in his hand as he chokes out every healing spell he can think of.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m–
Sirius doesn’t realize he’s saying the words out loud until a warm hand presses softly onto his forearm.
“Padfoot?” Harry says quietly. His glasses are knocked sideways on his nose and he’s frowning at Sirius in confusion. “It’s okay, Pads, I’m fine. It’s–what’s wrong? Why are you–”
Green eyes. Bright green eyes are looking back at him, not hazel. It’s not the same. It’s not.
Sirius forces out a breath, heart still racing. “You’re okay?” he asks, patting down every inch of Harry’s body looking for broken bones or bruised skin or the faint electricity of a deadly curse thrumming under skin. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, I–” Harry’s brow furrows and he looks past Sirius. “Moony, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, Harry.” Remus’ voice, soft and familiar, sounds behind him. An arm brushes against Sirius’ back and he leans into it, settling his weight against the solid warmth. “Sirius is just worried you hurt yourself. Right, love?”
Sirius nods, blinking rapidly, and brushes the hair back from Harry’s forehead, pressing a hard kiss to the pale scar that runs above his eyebrow. Harry squirms a little, but tightens his grip on Sirius’ forearm, squeezing it softly.
“You promise nothing hurts?” Sirius asks, pulling back to inspect his face.
“Pretty sure the extra-strength Cushioning Charms you both hit me with did their job,” he says with a laugh, and the knot in Sirius’ chest unravels slowly. “Maybe I’ll take a nice nap right here!” Harry kicks his legs out and falls back down, one flailing arm landing in Sirius’ lap.
“Haz, you fall!” Teddy squeals in delight, wiggling against Remus’ chest until he’s released and stands wobbly on the floor. “So fun! Like this!”
Teddy’s tongue pokes out and his tiny face scrunches up in effort. He shifts until he has messy black hair and bright green eyes, and then promptly slips across the floor and throws himself backwards.
Three voices shout out spells in unison.
It’s immediately obvious which one gets there first.
Two widened, identical pairs of green eyes stare in surprise.
Sirius snorts loudly and all remaining panic dissolves with the scene in front of him. “I guess we know that Flitwick still hasn’t changed the First Year’s curriculum after all these years.”
So I didn’t get to do any fun writing yesterday–it was all work all day and who wants that? I did give myself a few minutes to do a quick thing from the following prompt: Teddy collects Chocolate Frog cards. What happens when he gets one with one of his parents? As always, let me know what you think and if you got a prompt you’re interested in, send it my way!
“I’m home!” Teddy shouted as he slammed the door shut and raced upstairs to his bedroom. He was only dimly aware of Ginny scolding him for making too much noise for the baby before he tossed his book bag to the floor and launched himself onto his bed, landing with a satisfying bounce.
“Oh, I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured, burying his head into his pillows. After several moments of doing nothing, he sat up. “Oh yeah!” he exclaimed, rolling off of the bed and hitting the floor with a thump.
He reached for his book bag, rummaging through all of the pockets before he finally found the packages of Chocolate Frog cards he’d traded for. “All of this for two signed Hermiones. Child’s play,” he gloated, greedily eyeing the sealed packages in his hand.
Back on his bed, he crossed his legs and ripped into the first one, nimbly catching the frog and shoving it into his mouth before it could get away. He quickly sorted through the cards, putting each witch or wizard in their own pile and ripped open the second pack, carelessly tossing the packaging to the floor of his room.
“Another Morgana—why is she so common? Oh, Marie Levau. Uncommon for sure,” he said, mentally thinking of what he could trade for the Voodoo priestess. The next pack yielded both a Harry and a Ron and he set those aside for signing, though a signed Harry Potter wasn’t exactly popular at school, mainly because Harry’s students had developed a bit of an aversion to his signature.
“Last one,” he said as he tore open the crinkly wrapper on the last package of cards. He ate the frog and looked at the first card. There, looking out at him was his mother.
The image of Nymphadora Tonks that had been chosen for the card must have been from shortly after she made full Auror. She stared out at the camera with a cheeky grin, her hair cycling through the colors of the rainbow. Teddy looked at the image for several seconds, his breath caught in his throat as he struggled for the smallest shred of memory of the woman who had birthed him.
The only thing that came was a small sigh as he set the card aside, quickly looking through and sorting the others. A moment later he gathered them up, setting them in a neat stack in front of him. Picking up his mother’s card once more, he turned it over and read the back, even though he had the words memorized.
Nymphadora (Tonks) Lupin was Britain’s only Metamorphmagus Auror. A member of Hufflepuff house at Hogwarts, she went on marry Remus Lupin, a known werewolf. Tragically killed at the Battle of Hogwarts with her husband, she is survived by her son, Edward Remus Lupin.
He got up off of the bed and went to his closet, reaching up to the old shoebox he had up on the top shelf. Opening it, he was greeted with dozens of Chocolate Frog cards, all with his mother’s or father’s pictures on them as he added the newest one. Quietly, almost reverently, he put the box back on the high shelf. One more for the collection.
