zeldathemes
'Cause if we've got no honor
then we've got no shame

The village of Godric’s Hollow had not changed much in the 12 years that Sirius Black had last visited it. The town was just as quiet, houses were still as cozy, and the pub was as crowded with muggles as it ever had been. The only difference was a certain cottage now left in ruins, although it haunted Sirius’ memories with an unshaken clarity. There was also the gravestone erected in honor of James and Lily Potter.

Sirius’ paws left deep prints as he trudged through the snow towards the graveyard of Godric’s Hollow. Few people were out on the streets due to such frigid temperatures, and if one happened to look out of their window, they’d pity the sight of the skinny, stray dog with snow matted into his fur. But Sirius barely took in the temperature. He’d grown used to being outdoors since his escape from Azkaban. His animagus form was also quite furry, protecting him from the cold most of the time when he was unable to find shelter for the night. To Sirius, it could have mattered less if he was dying of hypothermia or not. He was going to see them. He was going to pay his respects to Lily and James no matter what it took.

The gate to the graveyard creaked as Sirius slipped through. Although not large, it took him a while to brush snow off of the stones with his paws to read the names carved there. There was no doubt in Sirius’ mind they were buried here. This had been their home, where they’d been happiest. Even though it had ended in Godric’s Hollow, they’d started their family here. One that could have grown and expanded but had been ripped apart in the most horrible manner.

As soon as Sirius saw the date of March 27th, James’ birthday, appear under the snow, he knew. This was where his best friends were buried. Sirius frantically clawed at the stone until every word etched was visible. He read it with such intensity that a passerby would have stopped and stared and wondered, was that dog actually reading? But soon Sirius tore his eyes away and let out a low whine. His ears were flattened as he padded over to the frigid stone and rested his head against it. Closing his eyes, Sirius apologized to the bodies resting a couple of feet below him. He was sorry he had been so late- 12 years late- to pay his respects to them. Sirius could almost hear James chuckling and saying, "Always had to be fashionably late, huh, Padfoot?"

He apologized for being the reason they were nothing but bones now. Even though he’d been apologizing for that ever since October 31st of 1981, it was somehow comforting to know he’d been able to deliver it to their final resting place. That was all he was able to do now. He couldn’t voice his respects out loud in his human form and he couldn’t leave them flowers. So he lay down, his legs folding beside him for warmth. The ice on his tangled, dark fur glistened as Sirius shivered. His stomach was aching with hunger and his mouth scratching with thirst. Yet, curled up against the gravestone of James and Lily Potter, Sirius felt secure. It was like they were watching over him, with Lily giggling at how he probably needed a bath and James joking about his fleas. As the snow fell around him and the grave of his best friends, Sirius felt at peace for the first time in years.

  #oh my rowling    #I'm weeping at this    #seriously there is tears streaming down my face    #perfection    #the marauders    #Sirius Black    #James Potter    #Lily Potter    #Godric's Hollow  

the-sirius-sideoflife:

Headcanon:

The Marauders used to take turns taking care of Harry when the others had Order business or were too busy or needed a night off. It became a tradition among them, as they were passing the baby into the next caretaker’s hands, to say “you’re it. good luck.

The last thing Sirius saw as he was falling through the veil was Remus running over to Harry, and the last thought that ran through his head was “you’re it. good luck.”

Why don’t you just rip out my heart? It would hurt less then this…

  #perfection    #the marauders    #Harry Potter    #headcanon  

latenightontheastronomytower:

(x)

  #urhg omg please stawph with all the life and times stuff I just can't because it's so good and aaaawwegh bby remus just help    #PERFECTION    #because yes I can totally see Remus fold his socks    #bbys    #the marauders    #fanfic    #the life and times    #sirius black    #Remus Lupin    #James Potter    #friendship  

taketheleadneverfollow:

THIS IS A PUPPY IT’S NOT EVEN A FULL-GROWN DOG AND IT UNDERSTANDS “NO” IT IS NOT EVEN A YEAR OLD AND YOU’RE TELLING ME TEENAGE BOYS AND MEN CAN’T UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF “NO.” THAT IS BULLSHIT.

this is the best post on tumblr okay

  #puppy    #perfection    #gif  
  #perfection    #the marauders    #gif    #queue  
lostinponderland:

Here’s an invisible Harry for your dash :)

lostinponderland:

Here’s an invisible Harry for your dash :)

  #perfection    #The Invisebility Cloak    #Harry Potter    #gif    #queue  

foreverwholocked:

OH MY GOD

OH MY FUCKING GOD

  #crossovers    #sherlock    #Harry Potter    #fandoms    #gif    #PERFECTION    #holy shit  

What exactly was Snape's long-term plan?

Snape: Oh Lily, Voldemort might have killed your husband and child because I told him about the prophecy, but he spared your life because I asked him to do so and now we can be together! Never mind the fact that you severed ties with me six years ago! Or that I am now forever in Voldemort's debt and am still a Death Eater. Which is...the whole reason...you stopped being friends with me...because you were terrified that I was becoming one of them...and...you made it very clear that you had absolutely no romantic feelings for me...and boy is that whole "dead-husband-dead-child" thing a rainy cloud on our parade...but...we'll be together! After all this time! Always!
  #oh dear god this is perfection    #honestly the main reason why Snily never ever fucking would have worked    #also the main reason why I don't get Snily    #perfection    #Severus Snape    #Lily Evens    #Lily Potter    #James Potter    #Harry Potter  
ohadelaide-pls:

tiptreecrossing:

legendofkorraholyshit:

generalbumi:

arnanduh:

shittyme:


ionlyblogturtles:

livingmywayeveryday:



vickified:




“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”



lol yes, so then i can shave.



Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!

     One minute, 37 seconds.     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.     One minute, 29 secods.     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.     One minute, six seconds.     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.      54 seconds.     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?     30 seconds.     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.     25 seconds.     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.     20 seconds.     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.     19. Faster.     18. Quicker.     17. More rapid.     16.  It’s racing.     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.     10 seconds.     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.     5. My heart has given up entirely.     4. I stop walking.     3. Just waiting left.     2. Everything is about to change.     1. Deep breath.
     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s
     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”


^^^ THIS IS AMAZING

i think youre gonna write the book i nominate you you have no choice go get writing now

(I’d like to play what would happen in the ultimate plot twist)
“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 
Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark
19 seconds
18 seconds
Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 
10 seconds
9 seconds
A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”
I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 
“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

OH MY GOD 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something. ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her. ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds. She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds. ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere. The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old.  I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace. I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.
 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief. ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art. 4 seconds He spots her. 3 seconds His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope. 2 seconds My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him. 1 second - ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.
 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.
 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 
 The numbers have never changed.
 They’ve always been at 0.

the lAST ONE HOW DARE YOU MY HEART BROKE OMF.

Honestly all of you just get together and write this fucking book it would be AMAZING! Go do it now, no NOW!

ohadelaide-pls:

tiptreecrossing:

legendofkorraholyshit:

generalbumi:

arnanduh:

shittyme:

ionlyblogturtles:

livingmywayeveryday:

vickified:

If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?

lol yes, so then i can shave.

Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!

     One minute, 37 seconds.
     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
     One minute, 29 secods.
     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
     One minute, six seconds.
     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
      54 seconds.
     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
     30 seconds.
     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
     25 seconds.
     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
     20 seconds.
     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
     19. Faster.
     18. Quicker.
     17. More rapid.
     16.  It’s racing.
     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
     10 seconds.
     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
     5. My heart has given up entirely.
     4. I stop walking.
     3. Just waiting left.
     2. Everything is about to change.
     1. Deep breath.

     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s

     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

^^^ THIS IS AMAZING

i think youre gonna write the book i nominate you you have no choice go get writing now

(I’d like to play what would happen in the ultimate plot twist)

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 

Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark

19 seconds

18 seconds

Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 

10 seconds

9 seconds

A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”

I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 

“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

OH MY GOD 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something.
 ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her.
 ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds.
 She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds.
 ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere.

 The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old. 
 I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace.

 I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.

 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief.
 ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art.
 4 seconds
 He spots her.
 3 seconds
 His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope.
 2 seconds
 My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him.
 1 second -
 ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.

 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.

 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 

 The numbers have never changed.

 They’ve always been at 0.

the lAST ONE HOW DARE YOU MY HEART BROKE OMF.

Honestly all of you just get together and write this fucking book it would be AMAZING! Go do it now, no NOW!

  #writing    #soulmate    #perfection    #i love tumblr    #queue  

the-padfoots:

The Marauders. You’d have thought they were brothers! Inseparable! Nothing changed when they left school. 

  #WHAT IS THIS IT'S GIVING ME LOT OF FEELS I DON'T LIKE IT STAWPH    #the marauders    #Lily Potter    #James Potter    #Sirius Black    #Harry Potter    #Remus Lupin    #gif    #perfection    #au    #crying