the first wizarding war
the first wizarding war

highgayden:

Luke Pasqualino as Sirius Black and Avan Jogia as Regulus Black

Posted 10 hours ago with 5,240 notes via clotpolearthur from highgayden
#fancasts #sirius black #regulus black #luke pasqualino #avan jogia

it's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
the moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight to fight, to fight, to fight

(Source: ahlupin)

Posted 16 hours ago with 8,994 notes via messrjamesprongspotter from ahlupin
#the order #order of the phoenix #ootp #fww #first wizarding war

ϟ The Magic Begins Challenge: A Character You Feel the Need to Defend — Petunia Dursley

Posted 2 days ago with 1,873 notes via riddlesecrets from winterfelldragon
#petunia evans dursley

The Black sisters for anonymous

(Source: qhorin)

Posted 1 week ago with 5,970 notes via anondracomalfoy from qhorin
#house of black #black sisters

make me choose
↳ 
hundredsofsnakes asked: severus snape or james potter

Posted 2 weeks ago with 1,538 notes via believeinprongs from remusjohnslupin
#james potter
fetchalgernon:

snapslikethis:

sorenphelps:

“… they sort of adopted me as a second son.”
I’ve read a pretty good meta about Sirius and the Potters and it kinda inspired me. This pic is an illustration of this part:
I imagine Sirius having long talks with Mr. Potter about equality, the same talks James had his entire life, and Sirius for the first time seriously laying his family beliefs to serious scrutiny. James had told him what he believed was wrong, sure, but Mr. Potter explained why and gave him all the actual reasons why. He laid those foundations for a better way of thinking.

I really like how it turned out, this watercolourish sepia looks great, I’m proud. I also added few details, I really like the idea of them smoking together. And poor Mr. Potter couldn’t avoid the vest, my bad. (Though if Mr. Potter was the original vest wearing person, it’s possible Sirius started to wear vests himself as a form of flattery towards him. But I guess I just try to find excuses for my vest-mania.)

CAN YOU KEEP MAKING MY DREAMS COME TRUE

AMAZING

fetchalgernon:

snapslikethis:

sorenphelps:

“… they sort of adopted me as a second son.”

I’ve read a pretty good meta about Sirius and the Potters and it kinda inspired me. This pic is an illustration of this part:
I imagine Sirius having long talks with Mr. Potter about equality, the same talks James had his entire life, and Sirius for the first time seriously laying his family beliefs to serious scrutiny. James had told him what he believed was wrong, sure, but Mr. Potter explained why and gave him all the actual reasons why. He laid those foundations for a better way of thinking.
I really like how it turned out, this watercolourish sepia looks great, I’m proud. I also added few details, I really like the idea of them smoking together. And poor Mr. Potter couldn’t avoid the vest, my bad. (Though if Mr. Potter was the original vest wearing person, it’s possible Sirius started to wear vests himself as a form of flattery towards him. But I guess I just try to find excuses for my vest-mania.)

CAN YOU KEEP MAKING MY DREAMS COME TRUE

AMAZING

Posted 2 weeks ago with 463 notes via dearprongs from sorenphelps
#the potter #sirius black

the marauders; minimalist posters

(Source: acciolupins)

Posted 2 weeks ago with 1,269 notes via honey-lake from acciolupins
#marauders

James Potter was a lot of things, but most importantly, he was a beautiful person, with a lot of goodness in his heart. James Potter was a boy who grew into a man, a man who died too young.

Happy Birthday, James Potter

(Source: hathawayroza)

Posted 3 weeks ago with 1,876 notes via jamespottersantlers from hathawayroza
#james potter #dates #birthdays

Snape’s Worst Memory If It Were Written by a Bad Fanfiction Writer

october31st1981:

James Potter yawned and messed up his sexy hair, making it even sexier than it had been. He looked at Filius (he called all his teachers by their first names) and then to his majestic and popular friends.

Sirius raised an impossibly perfect thumb up. The most ridiculously desirable Marauder was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. He was so good-looking, more good-looking than any boy in the world had ever been. His ebony hair fell into his eyes with majestic elegance that was even better than James’s sex hair.

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Posted 3 weeks ago with 386 notes via fabiansgoldwatch from october31st1981
#LMFAO #swm #snape's worst memory #fanfiction

excepttheeyes:

Since some of you were so lovely and adamant about it, here’s Part 2 to the AU: James Potter’s memory is modified by Death Eaters and joins Voldemort in which James’ memories are restored. (Part 1)

Posted 3 weeks ago with 3,560 notes via jamespottersantlers from excepttheeyes
#au
heart-ablaze:

They didn’t sleep much during the war. Sometimes they’d just lay beside each other. It would be the middle of the night and they had said their goodnights hours before, but they lay wide-awake beside each other in the dark of the night. They’d stare at the ceiling silently, or out the window, and occasionally Lily would reach for James’ hand, because she knew he was awake too. She’d waited hours to hear his breaths deepen and slow, but they never did. He was just as awake as she was, and Lily didn’t know if that concerned or comforted her. Sometimes they’d sleep eventually, sometimes not until the early morning light began to flood their bedroom, sometimes not until they heard the neighbours starting their cars and beginning their days. But most nights they didn’t sleep at all. They would lie there, and the sun would eventually rise and they would rise with it.
Lily would go to find the sleeping Harry, and she would envy him. She would envy the way he smiled in his sleep, the way he curled on his side and looked at peace. Then she’d hate herself for envying her own son. 
James would make the strongest coffee he could manage; one for him, and one for Lily. They’d read the paper, and Lily would sit with her fingers crossed as she read down the obituary page every morning; hoping, praying that there would be no names she recognised.
The morning that the McKinnon’s names appeared in the Prophet, Lily broke down. She fell to her knees with the paper in her hands and she sobbed for what felt like hours and hours. James sat beside her on the cold floor of the kitchen and he cried with her until their tears ran dry and their bones ached. The day of Marlene’s funeral, neither of them spoke a word. 
The nights would come again and they would set young Harry down to bed, and remind themselves that it was all for him. All of this was for that beautiful little boy, and somehow it made it all worthwhile. The way he stared up at them both with his big green eyes and dark hair, the way he would grab hold of James’ pinkie finger with both of his tiny hands and hold on as tight as he could, the way he squealed with glee when Lily kissed his tummy; they’d make scenarios about that boy, they’d dream about the life he had yet to lead - Together they’d imagine his first word, his first steps, his first day of Hogwarts, his first quidditch match, his first girlfriend and first detention, his first heartbreak, his graduation, his first job, his wedding, his children – they’d imagine the life he had before them, and they imagined being front row and center for it all. It kept them calm, it kept them happy to know that one day he would be safe, and he would be happy. 
But sometimes, when the night was it’s darkest and the house was silent, Lily would roll on her side, she would whisper to James through the dark and she would say the words she almost never allowed herself to say, “I’m scared, James.”
And he would reach for her hand and he would hold it tight,
“So am I.”

heart-ablaze:

They didn’t sleep much during the war. Sometimes they’d just lay beside each other. It would be the middle of the night and they had said their goodnights hours before, but they lay wide-awake beside each other in the dark of the night. They’d stare at the ceiling silently, or out the window, and occasionally Lily would reach for James’ hand, because she knew he was awake too. She’d waited hours to hear his breaths deepen and slow, but they never did. He was just as awake as she was, and Lily didn’t know if that concerned or comforted her. Sometimes they’d sleep eventually, sometimes not until the early morning light began to flood their bedroom, sometimes not until they heard the neighbours starting their cars and beginning their days. But most nights they didn’t sleep at all. They would lie there, and the sun would eventually rise and they would rise with it.

Lily would go to find the sleeping Harry, and she would envy him. She would envy the way he smiled in his sleep, the way he curled on his side and looked at peace. Then she’d hate herself for envying her own son. 

James would make the strongest coffee he could manage; one for him, and one for Lily. They’d read the paper, and Lily would sit with her fingers crossed as she read down the obituary page every morning; hoping, praying that there would be no names she recognised.

The morning that the McKinnon’s names appeared in the Prophet, Lily broke down. She fell to her knees with the paper in her hands and she sobbed for what felt like hours and hours. James sat beside her on the cold floor of the kitchen and he cried with her until their tears ran dry and their bones ached. The day of Marlene’s funeral, neither of them spoke a word. 

The nights would come again and they would set young Harry down to bed, and remind themselves that it was all for him. All of this was for that beautiful little boy, and somehow it made it all worthwhile. The way he stared up at them both with his big green eyes and dark hair, the way he would grab hold of James’ pinkie finger with both of his tiny hands and hold on as tight as he could, the way he squealed with glee when Lily kissed his tummy; they’d make scenarios about that boy, they’d dream about the life he had yet to lead - Together they’d imagine his first word, his first steps, his first day of Hogwarts, his first quidditch match, his first girlfriend and first detention, his first heartbreak, his graduation, his first job, his wedding, his children – they’d imagine the life he had before them, and they imagined being front row and center for it all. It kept them calm, it kept them happy to know that one day he would be safe, and he would be happy. 

But sometimes, when the night was it’s darkest and the house was silent, Lily would roll on her side, she would whisper to James through the dark and she would say the words she almost never allowed herself to say, “I’m scared, James.”

And he would reach for her hand and he would hold it tight,

“So am I.”

Posted 3 weeks ago with 157 notes via jilyevotter from heart-ablaze
#fww #first wizarding war #the potters #jily #limes #evotter #fanfics #drabbles