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Remus Lupin Headcanons.

LYCANTHROPY.

Full moons become progressively worse as the werewolf grows. As a child, Remus was in pain, but since his body was still developing, it was a bit more bearable.

Double full moons were the worst because Remus’ body would barely have any time to recover before it’s forced to transform again. The second full moon of the month would leave the poor guy with gruesome internal injuries that take much longer to heal, broken bones, and more.

Remus gets physically sick whenever he’s around silver. He’ll get lightheaded, struggle to breathe properly, and feel nauseous (or throws up, depending on how close the silver is). All of this is multiplied whenever he accidentally touches it, plus it burns his skin.

Lupine flowers are another weakness. They cause the same symptoms of a regular allergy, so it’s easier to play off, but it can cause him to pass out or struggle to breathe. If he consumes it, it will kill him.

Embarrassingly, Remus follows the stereotype of werewolves fearing fire. It’s why he always sits as far away from the fire in the common room as possible, and why he always yells before running away whenever he encounters fire unexpectedly.

FAMILY.

Remus has a younger sister (by five years) named Caron B. Lupin. They adore each other despite their age difference.

Remus is always trying to spoil her as much as he can because he believes that she deserves to have the childhood he didn’t have.

Caron is always doing everything she can to bring her brother comfort after full moons.

Caron is a squib (or just not a witch, I’m not sure if half-bloods can be squibs).

Hope is Remus’ best friend. She’s quite a hippie; she has a garden of medicinal plants for Remus, and smokes quite often (sometimes her cigarettes smell suspiciously of weed, though she would never admit that they are). She’s also generally accepting of pretty much everything, hence why she barely blinked when Remus came out to her.

Lyall, on the other hand, was much more complicated. He wasn’t a bad father, per se, but he made a lot of mistakes while trying to deal with Remus being a werewolf. He does try his best, in his own way.

The Lupins have a Great Dane male dog named Arawn. He’s supposed to be a security dog, but Caron softened him up after she was born. There’s nothing intimidating about a dog wearing a tiara and a bedazzled scarf.

The Lupins visit Hope’s family very often. It’s a big family, which has five children including Hope herself.

Because Lyall is often absent, Remus and Caron grew up mostly speaking Welsh. They both have heavy accents whenever they do speak English.

Hope was a Historian who specialized in (Welsh) Mythology. She had to quit her job to take care of Remus after the incident. Once Remus left for Hogwarts, Hope enrolled Caron into a muggle public school and started working again.

Lyall and Remus are the only ones who enjoy reading books, it’s one of the few things they bond over.

Hope likes taking the kids into the woods so that they can catch little animals like frogs, bunnies, etc.. They let them go afterwards, but it’s always fun to chase the small animals.

Lyall always takes Caron very seriously when she asks him to check for monsters under the bed, and does a complete sweep of the room. He will not make the same mistake twice.

Remus is afraid of the dark, so Lyall made him a small nightlight that illuminates the room to his liking. Hope hopped in and made it so that it would spin and carved some stars so that the room looked like the stars were dancing around his bedroom.

Remus brought the nightlight to Hogwarts, though he would only turn it on behind closed curtains.

Lyall disappeared for ‘work’ whenever the full moon neared. He wouldn’t return until a couple of days after, and he would always bring Remus a small bag filled with chocolate. This is why Remus is so attached to his chocolate, especially during and after full moons.

Caron has the habit of kissing Remus’ wounds because “kisses make everything better!” and Remus loves it.

SCHOOL/FRIENDS/ENEMIES.

Remus started using a cane during his fourth year, after a double full moon.

That month (October, 1974) was also very traumatic for a lot of people. After the second full moon, Remus was tired of being babied by the matron, his friends, the headmaster, and Head of House, so he snuck out of the Hospital Wing to attend his classes as if nothing. Even though he was feeling like absolute crap. Long story short, he started coughing up blood, passed out, busted his already problematic hip while falling, traumatized everyone present.

Loves reading books, hates anything school-related. If it weren’t for James’ constant harassment, Remus would be failing every class.

So petty. And I mean this in a will-perform-a-sticking-charm-on-your-bed-and-stick-it-to-the-ceiling kind of petty. The pranks are relatively harmless (most of the time) but they’re such a hassle to undo.

He’s the funniest member of the Marauders. He always makes the snarkiest remarks, but only loud enough for his friends to hear. You’d always see the boys absolutely pissing themselves from laughter while Remus sits in the middle as if he’s just as confused as everyone else.

He doesn’t hesitate to throw his friends under the bus just so he doesn’t get detention. He has a very good poker face, so it’s easy to get away with it.

My First Heartbreak.

When I was in third grade, my mother decided that I should join ballet as a way to keep me distracted from what was happening with the divorce of my parents. I’m not sure what exactly made her think I would be interested in such a thing, back then I hated looking feminine in any way - and I mean it in a I-would-cry-and-throw-a-tantrum kind of way. But she did, and she dragged me along to every store that sold uniforms and ballet shoes and hair accessories and such, very much to my dismay. 

It was odd though, I frowned and whined throughout the entire process...until I was pushed into the classroom for beginner ballerinas. I don’t know what it was that stunned me into silence, maybe it was the fact that the teacher was so magnificently beautiful and I was too gay to deal with it; perhaps it was the amount of girls thrown in one room, all giggling and chatting away like a group of best friends even though the majority had only just met. All I know is that I loved the athmosphere around me. 

The ballet instructor, Miss Vazquez, was the sweetest woman I had every met, bless her soul. I was socially anxious, clumsy, and all-around awkward, but she didn’t let it stop her from patiently teaching me how to dance. I mean, to this day I have two left feet, but back then I had absolutely no body coordination. Still, each time I came remotely close to doing something right she would cheer and celebrate it like I was showing enough promise to become the next ballet legend. She taught me how to dance to the vibration of the music, since I’m deaf, and would always figure out new ways for me to improve. It came to the point where I convinced myself that I was in love with her, and that one day I would end up marrying her, when I was old enough. 

I became obsessed with ballet. I practiced any time I could; if you’d met me back then, you would have seen me scrambling to finish my classwork or test before anyone else and begging my teachers at school to let me practice in the halls while the rest of the class finished. It was unhealthy, but I wanted to impress Miss Vazquez. She had so much faith in me, she was always reassuring me that I could be as good as any other ballerina if I dedicated myself to it. Miss Vazquez always noticed the improvements, would always praise my efforts. It was like a drug that left me dazed for the rest of the weekend. 

Alas, it couldn’t last. The divorce of my parents were costing my mother a fortune, and she couldn’t afford to continue taking me to the ballet lessons. Not to mention that she needed to find someone to take care of my younger brother, who was a toddler at the time, and my grandmother was too sick to do it like she used to. So I stopped showing up. 

I never got to say goodbye, and I never saw Miss Vazquez again. We never recovered financially, so I was never able to continue dancing. It was the first time I experienced heartbreak, but looking back, it was a beautiful kind of ache. 

so you write on ao3

I have an account, but I haven’t posted anything yet. You can find me by the same username (thesoftrainbows).

I also have Wattpad (ew, I know), and will probably also post my HP Rewrite in FanFiction.net if I figure out how it works.

All of these accounts have the same username.

OH also, Twitter and Instagram are under the same name :)

Can someone please teach me how to add links in that pretty, organized way I’ve seen some people do? I don’t know how to explain it, but like you can name the link whatever you want and it’s not that long-ass jumble of letters and numbers.

okay guys send my any pairing and ill answer

ps. i tried to tag all the main fandoms im in but you can send ships that arent in the tags

Sirius Black Headcanons.

FAMILY.

Sirius Black is half French and half Japanese.

Walburga Black was the one born and raised in Japan. Orion, is the one that’s French.

The Japanese side of the family is suppressed, to be forgotten, as demanded by the Blacks.

Sirius only knows a little bit of Japanese thanks to the family outcast, Uncle Alphard. Regulus also learned, but he knows a little less.

Sirius and Regulus used to be the same reckless, bold child. They were always standing up for each other no matter the consequences. It was them against the world.

Sirius and Regulus were secretly close up until the winter holidays of Sirius’ fifth year. They were supposed to run away together, but Orion had held Regulus back. Sirius thought that his younger brother had simply changed his mind.

SCHOOL/FRIENDS/ENEMIES.

During his first year, Sirius refused to be associated with his own House. He didn’t want to further disappoint his parents, not to mention that a part of him believed the Black values.

It wasn’t until his second year that Sirius realized that perhaps his family was wrong.

By third year, slurs were eliminated completely from his mind and vocabulary and he was working hard to fully let go of everything he had grown up in.

DISABILITY + MENTAL HEALTH.

Sirius is completely deaf on his left ear. His family was embarrassed to have a son with a disability, so they instilled in his mind that it was something to hide.

During the first few years at Hogwarts, Sirius would exhaust himself while trying to read lips without people noticing.

It was frustrating and humiliating whenever he missed something and he was forced to asked the person to repeat what they’d said.

Even after his friends found out about it, Sirius refused to acknowledge it. He would not be known as a pitiful, disabled kid.

Classes were difficult, especially if the professor had the tendency of walking around the classroom. Sirius would sometimes copy the notes off of James without saying anything.

James always noticed but let him do it.

Later on, a fully deaf kid arrived at Hogwarts and managed to teach Sirius to somewhat embrace his deafness. (Kinda debating whether this should be a part of my fic or not, please let me know what you think).

Sirius also suffered from childhood PTSD, especially after he ran away.

He would wake up in the middle of the night in pure terror, but he didn’t scream because in his mind, he’s still at Grimmauld Place, and they would have his head if he screamed so late at night. He was all trembles and whimpers and sweat and tears.

Each of the Marauders would take turns consoling him.

When Sirius started dating Remus, it was always him who would come. Eventually, they would just cuddle up together on the same bed.

your annual reminder:

don’t support autism speaks this month

don’t “light it up blue”

don’t use the puzzle piece symbol

however!

do support autistic content creators

do support “red instead” and the infinity symbol

remember to listen to the voices of marginalised autistic people!

happy autism awareness/acceptance month! go tell your local autistic pal that they’re awesome! if you’re autistic, remember to practice some self-love!

Can’t believe Jane Austen wrote Pride and Prejudice in the 2000s

And in 2015 Emily Brontë released literary clsssic Wuthering Heights

Thank God someone paved the way for them…

Can you explain why many people think Harry Potter is desi? Not hating just curious! That's so lovely!!

Tbh because there’s no good reason not to.

All the blood status in the hp universe is a metaphor for racism but you know what’s boring? Metaphors for racism that only involve white people. Harry is often described as “dark” and like if James Potter’s family was desi and Lily Evans’s was white, that would enhance Harry’s feelings of otherness while growing up with the Dursleys because lbr Vernon was probs a flaming racist.

“Potter” could easily be an anglicized version of a south Asian last name like Potdar or Potluri, and you could make an argument for a pure blood family like the Potters engaging in and profiting from cultural exchange through the British colonization of India so there was an opportunity to establish generational wealth there.

Also on the night he died, James was making pretty-colored lights for Harry. That was October 31st. In 1981, Diwali, the Hindu Festival of Lights, started on October 27th. It lasts five days.

I love your rewrite ♥

Thank you so much! 💕

What you said about Percy following the rules is exactly what I had in mind.

Also, yes! Percy’s own father works at the Ministry, and I’m sure he must’ve been in awed every time Arthur returned home exhausted after a day of dealing with post-war problems.

I think Percy was a quite child - I love the older two, but I don't connect with their stories as much - because of the war. And nobody minded. Being quiet meant he could hide, being quiet meant he wasn't a liability. But then the war ended, and people saw him as weird.

Honestly, I agree. Being quiet isn’t a flaw or a liability. However, from what I understand, Percy was already thought of as weird since way before the war. There’s a lot of moments in the books where people mock him (mostly the twins). I think it wasn’t until after the war that people started trying to understand him.