I just thought of a horribly sad AU where Harry goes by his middle name. Like everyone in the wizarding world knew him as Harry Potter the boy who lived so what if he didn’t want that so made the decision before he even got on the train to go by James. Like imagine after Ron freaking out he went like “it’s James actually” and could you just imagine the look on some of the teachers faces when he said that. I think McGonagall would definitely tear up a bit because he looks so much like James that sometimes when she sees him coming around the corner she expects Sirius and Remus and Peter to be right behind him. And Snape would probably hate him even more after hearing that because here is the son of a man he hated who looks exactly like his father and even has the same name. Could you imagine when he meets Sirius and Remus. I feel like Remus would have just broken down and cried once he got to his office at hogwarts because he looks so much like James and his mannerisms are so similar and he even sounds like him. And Sirius would have just broken down and cried in the shrieking shack instead of plotting murder because could you imagine that like Harry going like “It’s James actually.” I think Sirius would have lost it right then and there.
Sirius’ mother’s words echoed in his head. It has been a few days since the news of Regulus’ death had reached Sirius, but he could not silence the incessant ringing of his mother’s stern voice though he tried. He could hardly sleep. He couldn’t eat. He’d been lying awake in bed for hours; unable to blink away the image of his younger brother’s cold, but kind eyes as he held tightly onto the ragged teddy bear that had once belonged to Regulus.
“Take him, Reg. He’ll keep you safe”
Sirius held tighter onto the stuffed toy he had offered Regulus as a young boy.
“I will always be there to protect you. But when you are scared and alone, hold him. He’ll keep you safe.”
James: *knocks softly on the door and peers around the corner.*
James: *sees Sirius is still in bed. It has been days. He sighs and tries to adopt a pleasant demeanor*
James: Didn’t you get the message from Dumbledore? He needs us to go out to the Vance’s.
*sigh* Besides, its 5:00 at night and we’ve got shit to do.
James: Sirius, get up. It’s been days.
James: *finally notices the bear in Sirius’ arms*
James: Usually you’ve just got your werewolf keeping you company.
James: So it IS yours then? *giggles* How’d you keep that secret so long? C’mon mate, don’t you think you’re a bit old for soft toys?
i just pictured remus lupin the night when he was bitten begging his father to check for monsters under the bed and lyall refuses because remus is too old for these things.
and then he turns off the light, closes the door, and guess who was under the bed.
OKAY STOP IT I HAD THIS EXACT THOUGHT IN THE SHOWER THIS MORNING BUT I DECIDED NOT TO POST IT BECAUSE TOO MANY FEELS!
Only mine was that Remus had a habit of telling his parents there was a monster under his bed (just because he didn’t want to go to sleep yet) and Lyall gave him the speech about “the boy who cried wolf”
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