Anyways They Both Cry Like Babies When They Find Out. Sirius Tells Anyone Who Will Listen That Remus

Okay I understand that! From what we see of Jily in canon (which was only actually 5th year and then how much they loved each other when they died) they were something akin to rivals back then. Which… they were 16 at most, so, y’know. I do stand by my point that Snape’s relationship with the Marauders wasn’t bullying, but their relationship was inherently negative. They both had friend groups that fought near-constantly, and it was definitely vicious, there’s no doubt about that. I just think that it went both ways and, honestly, I wouldn’t blame them if they were bullying a guy who was, for all intents and purposes, a death-eater in the making (and was very vocal about it). I would also like to note that Snape was obsessed with Lily and her feelings towards James were probably exaggerated to some extent by his negative biases towards James! From what we hear from Sirius, she didn’t actually hate him all that much, just found him a bit annoying (which, to be fair, he was also biased in the other direction, but he’s always a lot more honest than Snape in canon, so I’m taking his word a little bit more seriously). Circling back to what I said about James and Lily’s relationship, based on their actions when they died, it’s very clear that they both grew up a lot and are clearly much better people for it. But you are very right that JKR’s work is always kind of bad, even if it’s canon, so I’m glad that we, as a fandom, have managed to expand on her ideas to something less inherently horrible.

I ship fanon jily but I do not ship canon jily. You're telling me a guy who bullied a girl's best friend, harrassed her, wouldn't take no for an answer when she made it clear she wasn't interested in him, told her he'd stop bullying said friend if she went out with him, ended up marrying said girl? And she had a baby at 21? Sounds pretty toxic to me (even if said 'best friend' was also a dick).

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Hey so only one of these people actually did this in canon and it was his main thing. Like. He has a whole famous line based on it. This is one of those questions where there is a right answer. And that answer is the guy who actually did it.

what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

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Remus “I’m worried that people will be too afraid of me to love me” Lupin

Plus

Sirius “I don’t fear death, death fears me” Black

I am so sorry but Remus John Lupin was not a sex god. Bro had never even seen a dick until Sirius. He was genuinely a little bit afraid of it the first time (it’s okay, though, because Sirius was very sweet and patient, of course). He thought people kissing in books was wild and sexual. He turned into a tomato and hid his face whenever there was a kiss in movies. He took things so slowly with Sirius that Sirius had to ask if he ever wanted to have it or if he was asexual or something. Then, once he got a taste, he became the most insatiable thing ever, practically begging for it every night.

Dad bod James Potter in this or something adjacent please???

Sirius Black who gets angry when he’s in 12 Grimmauld Place.

He’s just gotten out of Azkaban, just found a place he can rest after being on the run, so no one blames him when he’s a little bit fidgety and strange.

It’s incredibly odd when he flat-out refuses to sleep in his childhood bedroom, but everyone has at least an inkling that his childhood may not have been perfect, so they go with it with little argument. That doesn’t stop the confusion, though.

“I’d kill to have a night in my childhood bedroom, especially if my parents never changed it!” “It would be like being a kid again; no responsibilities, just time to relax!” “It’d be like going right back to your younger years, who doesn’t want that?”

Sirius leaves when they talk about it. They get the hint.

Then he starts to get angry. He starts to change. He starts becoming quiet and abrasive.

At first, it’s little things. He lets out an incredibly aggravated sound when he tears his breath while buttering it. He snaps at Kreacher when the elf mutters under his breath. He runs his fingers through his hair hard enough to pull some out. He eats less. He drinks two glasses of wine instead of one.

Then it gets less small. The people in the room right under his are woken up in the early hours of the morning when he punches a hole in his wall. He genuinely pulls his wand on anyone that touches him without sufficient notice. He smashes his fist into Snape’s face when Snape makes a comment about how spoiled he must’ve been as a kid. He stops eating entirely. He’s drunk more often than he isn’t. He’s not sleeping. He starts wearing clothes that cover every inch of skin on his body. He stabs a hole through the canvas of Walburga Black’s portrait when she huffs at the colour he’s wearing.

People start getting upset with him. He’s getting reckless, he’s getting violent, his mood changes at the flip of a dime, his temper is shorter than it’s ever been.

It reaches a boiling point when Sirius snaps at Harry.

Harry had just been trying to ask if he was okay, because even a teenager could see that something isn’t right. Sirius had reassured him. Harry hadn’t been convinced and had gone to hug his godfather from behind. Sirius had flinched away so violently that Harry had nearly collapsed, and then he’d yelled at the kid never to do that again.

Harry had run off. Sirius had retreated to Walburga’s— his— room. His first move is getting drunk off his ass, then taking off his shirt to look at the damage plastering his body. He tried to cover it all with tattoos, once upon a time, but it never worked. That was after he, in his Hogwarts years, had taken a blade and a blasting spell to his skin to cover up the damage that way. That didn’t work, either. Nothing worked. And being in that house just seemed to be ripping those old wounds open.

Sirius had to put wards for himself and only himself on the windows and balconies of the upper floors, that way wouldn’t be too tempted to see if he could fly without magic. Sirius had to move all the dangerous potions to a locked box, which he gave Remus the combinations for and then promptly obliviated the numbers out of his own head. Sirius had to lock himself out of the kitchen so he wouldn’t be able to get his hands on a knife. Sirius had to give Remus his wand so he wouldn’t do anything stupid to himself or anyone else after he pulled it on Minerva. Sirius had to put up barriers and take precautions because he knew what the house would do to him.

12 Grimmauld Place killed Sirius. It killed him every time he walked around a corner and saw blood and tears and bright red light from the tip of a wand in his mind’s eye. It killed him every time Kreacher glared at him and tried to slip something into his food, which he had to throw out before he ate it knowing it would hurt him. It killed him every time he walked by Walburga’s portrait and she grumbled or muttered or shrieked at him, just like she did when she was alive. It killed him every time he ran his fingers over the keys of the grand piano, found comfort in music, only to remember shattered fingers for playing the wrong note. It killed him every time he looked at the permanently locked door with the initials on it and thought of his baby brother, only little, coming to him for nightmares or because Orion and Walburga had forgotten to feed him.

Sirius Black wasn’t angry. He was scared. But no one could see it, because he’s become a master at hiding his emotions.

That’s why he was so excited when he heard that Harry needed help in the Ministry. It meant he could leave his own personal hell.

What if Sirius, after all those years in the darkness that is Azkaban, needed reading glasses? I want him in reading glasses