This is small version of the novel-length in-depth post I shall someday undoubtedly write. It’s one part love, one part headcanon, and one part stringent defense.
- He came from an aristocratic pureblood family with centuries of deep-rooted prejudice who enjoyed killing,…
Just imagine if Sirius had raised Harry…
"It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it’s called Life.”
"Apart from my transformations, I was happier than I had ever been in my life. For the first time ever, I had friends, three great friends. Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and, of course, your father, Harry ― James Potter. Now, my three friends could hardly fail to notice that I disappeared once a month. I made up all sorts of stories. I told them my mother was ill, and that I had to go home to see her…I was terrified they would desert me the moment they found out what I was. But of course, they worked out the truth…And they didn’t desert me at all.”
one. manifest destiny — followed by ghosts
two. reverse dragons — sunlight ascending
three. england — the national
four. we’re phantoms in fifteen — goodnight, sleep well
five. some are white light — caspian
six. when you were young — the killers
seven. bigger than us — white lies
eight. we’re turning into regular people — the tumbled sea
nine. we always think there is going to be more time — the end of the ocean
ten. your hand in mine — explosions in the sky
James groaned. Why do you care? he demanded. Honestly, why on Earth does this bother you at all?
Sirius scowled. You want to know why we care?
"You really want to know?"
"Moony, tell him why we care."