Popped collar, y’all. 19th century P-I-M-P.
I need a little more gentlemen in my life
this is gonna be the death of me someone send help quickly
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.
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…
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
Here’s an invisible Harry for your dash :)