Prisoner Of Azkaban - Blog Posts

Peter by taylor swift is actually just different marauders characters thinking (or talking) about Peter.

“Forgive me Peter. My lost fearless leader. In closets like cedar, preserved from when we were just kids. Is it something I did? The goddess of timing, once found us beguiling, she said she was trying. Peter, was she lying? My ribs get the feeling she did. And I didn't want to come down. I thought it was just goodbye for now.”.

- James Potter.

“You said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me. You said you were gonna grow up, Then you were gonna come find me. Said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me. Words from the mouths of babes. Promises, oceans deep. But never to keep. Oh, never to keep.”.

- Lily Evans.

“Are you still a mind reader? A natural scene stealer. I've heard great things Peter. But life was always easier on you, than it was on me. And sometimes it gets me, when crossing your jet stream. We both did the best we could do underneath the same moon, in different galaxies. And I didn't want to hang around. We said it was just goodbye for now.”.

- Remus Lupin.

“And I won't confess that I waited, but I let the lamp burn. As the men masqueraded I hoped you'd return, with your feet on the ground. Tell me all that you'd learned, cause love's never lost when perspective is earned. And you said you'd come and get me but you were 25. And the shelf life of those fantasies has expired. Lost to the lost boys chapter of your life. Forgive me Peter, please know that I tried, to hold onto the days when you were mine. But the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light.”.

- Sirius Black.

“You said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me. You said you were gonna grow up. You said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me. Said you were gonna grow up, you said you were gonna grow up. Then you were gonna come find me. Said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me. You said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me. Words from the mouths of babes. Promises, oceans deep. But never to keep.”.

- Mary Macdonald.

IM OBSESSED OH MY GOD

I was rereading poa and got carried away

she the prisoner of my az till she banned

The ones that left us never really leave us

Sirius Black (PoA)

How did I not notice this before?

So... I was watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban for like the 100th time and saw something during the scene of the Fat Lady trying to sing. Look at the portraits.

In particular this one.

Now tell me, does that look like Lord Voldemort or what?

In memory of Sirius

One day I’m going to get a black dog and name it Padfoot.

lupin is so babygirl

cutie patootie pie fr

 We’ll Meet Again

“They tell of a tale in these London parts. That the devil and the wondering soul meet once every century......”

Prophecy: 

Behold, the Dark Lord, shrouded in night,

With cunning eyes that gleam with a wicked light.

He sought power, a thirst that never waned,

And found it in two girls, their powers untamed.

The first, an obscurial, her magic twisted,

A parasitic force, dark and unassisted.

Her heart consumed by anger and pain,

She unleashed destruction, a torrent of disdain.

The second, a Veela, of ancient blood,

Her lineage was renowned, a power understood.

To cheat Death, to rise from ashes anew,

A gift passed down, rare and true.

The Dark Lord, in his arrogance and greed,

Though he could control them, and fulfill his need.

But little did he know, their destinies entwined,

Two forces combined, an alliance enshrined.

The obscurial, with her dark might,

Found solace in the Veela's light,

Their powers melded, a force so strong,

They united against the Dark Lord's wrong.

With their combined strength, they rose in might,

Fighting against the Dark Lord's blight.

They shattered his plans, broke his hold,

Their powers are unstoppable, brave, and bold.

The Dark Lord, now faced with defeat,

Brought to his knees, humbled and beat.

The girls, victorious, brought him down,

His reign of darkness forever drowns.

So ends the tale of the Dark Lord's plight,

Thwarted by two girls, with powers so bright.

Their alliance is a symbol of hope and might,

A prophecy fulfilled, in the battle for light.

COMING SOON!!!! chapters will be uploaded here on Tumblr, Wattpad, and Ao3

 We’ll Meet Again

“They tell of a tale in these London parts. That the devil and the wondering soul meet once every century......”

Prophecy: 

Behold, the Dark Lord, shrouded in night,

With cunning eyes that gleam with a wicked light.

He sought power, a thirst that never waned,

And found it in two girls, their powers untamed.

The first, an obscurial, her magic twisted,

A parasitic force, dark and unassisted.

Her heart consumed by anger and pain,

She unleashed destruction, a torrent of disdain.

The second, a Veela, of ancient blood,

Her lineage was renowned, a power understood.

To cheat Death, to rise from ashes anew,

A gift passed down, rare and true.

The Dark Lord, in his arrogance and greed,

Though he could control them, and fulfill his need.

But little did he know, their destinies entwined,

Two forces combined, an alliance enshrined.

The obscurial, with her dark might,

Found solace in the Veela's light,

Their powers melded, a force so strong,

They united against the Dark Lord's wrong.

With their combined strength, they rose in might,

Fighting against the Dark Lord's blight.

They shattered his plans, broke his hold,

Their powers are unstoppable, brave, and bold.

The Dark Lord, now faced with defeat,

Brought to his knees, humbled and beat.

The girls, victorious, brought him down,

His reign of darkness forever drowns.

So ends the tale of the Dark Lord's plight,

Thwarted by two girls, with powers so bright.

Their alliance is a symbol of hope and might,

A prophecy fulfilled, in the battle for light.

COMING SOON!!!! chapters will be uploaded here on Tumblr, Wattpad, and Ao3

"None of us is hiding Sirius Black under our cloak. Go."

Remus sarcastic-as-fuck Lupin @ the dementor

Shister Shnap. 👏

harry, you have your mother’s sass.

I FINALLY BOUGHT ALL THE FUCKING HARRY POTTER BOOKS.

THIS IS THE HAPPIEST MOMENT IN MY LIFE AND WILL ALWAYS BE. I CAN'T BELIEVE I AM THIS LUCKY. OH GOD, HE REALLY IS BLESSING ME RIGHT NOW.

As a new Potterhead, this is one of the biggest achievement I've got since I'm in this fandom. Now I can read the books after watching the movies way too much. And now I can compare the scenes from the books and the movies. And I'm pretty much sure the books are better than movies. But I don't really know because I just read few chapters on the first book.

So, I just wanna say thanks to my mom because buying me these books. It was expensive at my place. So, thank you so much mom for these. Love you 😘

Okay now I'm gonna read all the books and I'm so excited to read the sixth book because they said this book is that time when Harry is obsessed with Draco. And you know me love some Drarry actions. 😉😏

Has anyone ever thought about why Harry Potter's patronus was a stag? Like really thought about it?

Cause it came to me at two in the morning, and now I'm gonna make this everyone else's problem.

So, a patronus is a spell that takes your happiest memory and brings out a shield of some kind, sometimes just mist, but Harry's patronus is powerful enough to take on the shape of an animal, and it's a stag. This spell is literally a personification of safety, it's a shield. So, why would Harry's shield, the thing that stands between him and the crushing emptiness of a dementor, take on that form?

Well, let's go back to when Harry first met a dementor: he fainted, obviously, but that encounter threw him so far into his worst experience that he could hear his mother screaming. The more he encountered dementors, the clearer the memory became, and the more he heard.

Why is this important, you ask? Well, the first VOICE he heard, and this is when he was a year old, was his mother's; he heard Lily begging for his life, begging to exchange her life for his, but a little further down the rabbit hole and he heard James's voice, heard him telling Lily to take Harry and run, that he'd hold off Voldemort, and then he charged off to give them time to escape.

In Harry's darkest moment in his life is also the first time he was really protected. His dad was the shield between him and the greatest evil he could imagine, and still is. Harry's patronus is a stag, is Prongs, because that's his greatest standard, greatest conception, of protection and being protected.

So I saw the Whumpay prompts “Truth Serum” and “Magic Overuse” and thought, if I don’t write about Harry Potter I’m basically committing a crime.

So we all know Veritaserum exists and it totally should’ve been used to clear Sirius’s name, but for some reason it never happened. I wrote about it set during prisoner of Azkaban, except it’s Whumpay so of course things go wrong

Here’s my crackfic turned angsty hell based on Hermione having common sense and being a little morally grey featuring oblivious Harry, smart Ron, and stupid Cornelius Fudge.

Tw: Erasing memories, headaches on steroids

They had just broken the bars off his cage, the sound of the the metal falling away almost deafening. That’s when it struck her.

“Veritaserum!” She exclaimed. She couldn’t see Harry’s nor Sirius’s face, but she could feel the confusion rolling off them in waves. They both exchanged looks before they stared back at the bushy haired girl, Sirius with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms.

“Er- Hermione, what about Veritaserum?” Harry had asked, still planted in front of her on Buckbeak. She slid off the Hippogrif, landing on the stone floor with a small thud, looking back up at Harry.

“It’ll clear his name!” She turned to Sirius now, a smile on her face. “If you take some in front of the Minister of Magic and Dumbledore- well, they can’t very well send you back to Azkaban, can they?”

She was stoked, wand in hand as he grinned happily. Sirius looked dumbstruck. It was the most logical thing he’d ever heard, but for some reason he’d never thought of before.

“This is why you’re the brightest witch of our age.” Harry laughed, finally realizing what this meant- what this could mean. If Sirius was cleared, he could finally escape the Dursley’s. He could finally live with someone who cared about his parents for all they did, and most importantly, cared about him.

“Hermione,” Sirius said, a strange look on his face, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’re a genius. Absolutely brilliant.”

Hermione was still smiling when she helped Sirius onto Buckbeak’s back. She was still smiling when she told Dumbledore to summon the Minister; when she told him her grand plan. She was still smiling when the Minister of Magic showed up, looking vaguely annoyed and entirely skeptical.

This would prove it. Right here- this moment, this would prove it. Sirius was innocent.

She held back a grin as he chugged down the Veritaserum, barely containing her glee when he confessed that he hadn’t killed James and Lily. She shot Harry a satisfied glanced when he explained that it had been Peter all along, that he was working for the dark lord. He explained that while he did try to kill him, all he got was a finger.

The tension in the room was thick, waiting for the minister to say something. She gave Harry’s hand a small squeeze in support, waiting.

The smile dropped off her face faster than the speed of light when he said it didn’t matter. Her eyes got dark when he ordered cuffs to be placed on Sirius’s wrists despite the damming truth between them. Her hand twitched to her wand when Sirius’s face dropped in realization that he’d have to go back. She watched the light in his eyes dim, and she couldn’t stop herself. Later she’d blame it on impulsivity- but she knew it wasn’t true. She didn’t feel bad for what she did, she felt vindicated.

“Obliviate!”

At once the Minister and his associate stopped, their faces going blank. A sharp pain pierced her own skull, but she didn’t care. From the corner of her eye she could see Dumbledores surprise, clearly not expecting her to do that, but underneath the shock she could tell he was proud. Sirius looked like he didn’t know whether to be stunned or amused, his face settling somewhere between the two. Harry of course was horrified, standing beside her with wide eyes and an open mouth.

“Hermione!” He yelled, sounding vaguely appalled.

“Don’t.” She snapped, looking back at Harry. “Just take Sirius and wait for me at the cell.”

He shifted on his feet then, glancing over the Minister, the blank eyes staring into the distance. “Hermione, you just-“

“I know what I did!” She snapped, looking back at Fudge. “If he doesn’t want to see reason, well…” she smirked, her hand steady on her wand. “Then I guess he just won’t remember this, will he?”

No one would remember this she thought, watching Harry free his uncle from the godawful shackles. Her head pulsed and she closed her eyes, trying to will away the pain. Hermione waited until she heard his footsteps retreating before she opened them. Once he was gone, she turned to fully face Dumbledore. He gave her a knowing smile, like he knew exactly what she was planning.

“You may not be doing the right thing, but you’re doing it for the right reasons.” He spoke softly, tilting his head ever so slightly as he turned to look at Fudge. “That man was proven innocent, and yet..” he trailed off, looking away from the minister.

Hermione hesitated, her wand faltering in her grip, her palms sweaty where the skin touched wood. Before she could speak, Dumbledore was already raising a hand to silence her.

“I shall take Mr Fudge and his associate back to the ministry. Once I return, I’ll be sure to get rid of any evidence, lest you want a migraine for days.” His voice was smooth but amused, she could practically hear the eyebrow raise, even though she couldn’t see it. Hermione blushed in embarrassment, her gaze darting to the floor for a second. “I promise, no one will know this has been done, my dear.” He leisurely walked over to the two men, like this was an everyday occurrence. (It was Hogwarts, maybe it was.) Dumbledore took ahold of them both by the arm, looking back with a soft but knowing smile. “No one but you.”

———————————————

Hermione didn’t feel any regret when she left the room, now holding her wand firmly, the time turner tucked safely under her shirt.

She didn’t feel any regret when she made it back to Harry and Sirius, both of them in varying stages of confusion and worry.

She didn’t feel any regret when she raised her arm, pointing her wand at the two of them. She let a small apology fall from her lips, a courtesy she knew they wouldn’t remember.

“I’m sorry Harry, Sirius. This is for the best.”

She didn’t feel any regret when their faces went blank, their eyes clouding over. She didn’t feel any regret when she got back on Buckbeak, leading them to think they had just broken the bars.

If the law wouldn’t allow Sirius Black to live his life, then Hermione would. She wasn’t cruel, she wasn’t mean, but some people deserved it. In her eyes, Sirius didn’t. If the price she had to pay was a splitting headache and nausea, then she would pay it. Headaches went away. Nausea went away. The trauma from living with dementors never disappeared. Hermione would be dammed if she let Sirius go back knowing he was innocent.

Later that night the two of them sat in the infirmary with Ron. Harry had taken the role of filling him in while Hermione sat in silence. She massaged her temples every once in a while, for the most part having her head rest in her hand. Earlier she had told them that she was tired, they didn’t question it. The headache raged like a hurricane, battering the inside of her head so violently she almost cried. Her vision doubled, she was so nauseous she genuinely debated grabbing a bucket just in case- but she refused to show it. Not in front of Harry. It would be too suspicious.

She wasn’t paying attention when he told Ron that he felt weird, like he was missing time. She didn’t hear him when he stated that the rescue felt much longer than it was, too focused on the cacophony of drums behind her eyes. Only when he turned to her to ask if she felt the same did she realize what he was talking about. She put her shaking hands onto her lap. Out of sight, out of mind, right? She did her best to sound genuine while she reassured him that everything was okay.

“I mean, the stairs did take a bit longer than usual,” she said with a convincingly thoughtful hum, “Maybe it’s just the adrenaline.. I wouldn’t worry about it.” Her voice was strained, trying her best not to show the pain. She gave Harry a bright smile, and he returned one of his own, even if his didn’t reach his eyes. She felt a pit forming in her stomach, but she quickly pushed it away. Third years weren’t supposed to use that spell, let alone know about it, but Hermione was no ordinary third year. She’d been gifted a time turner, what was one more secret to keep? Yes, her head hurt, a side affect of using magic to powerful for her age, but it was well deserved. She didn’t regret anything she did, even if it meant having a migraine. She’d do it all again in a heartbeat.

After Harry had gone to bed, Hermione stuck around. Ron gave her a side eye from his position on the cot but she rolled her eyes, ignoring the spike of nausea from the action. She gave him an unamused look, quirking up one of her eyebrows. “Really Ronald, everything’s fine. Why are you looking at me like that?”

For a minute he just stared, and she sat there confused. Finally he reached over, placing a hand over top of hers. “Whatever you did..” he paused, unsure if he should continue. “I know you had a good reason to do it.”

She stared at him with wide eyes, but she didn’t respond. Was she really that obvious?

He chuckled for a second at her confused expression, a small sound that filled the air between them. “There are painkillers over there, you know.” He said, jutting his head to a small bottle on his bedside table. “They work faster if you hold ‘em under your tongue- here, let me grab them for you.”

Her eyes went wide with shock and she looked away. Ron was a lot more observant than she gave him credit for, clearly. She heard him grab the bottle, having some difficulty flipping open the lid, and she laughed quietly at his struggle. Her gave her a small smile, finally getting it open with a triumphant yell. She shook her head, he was lucky they were the only people in here. She held out her spare hand and he shook three pills into her palm, closing the cap and putting it away.

“Take one now, and these two tomorrow.” He said firmly, now holding a small mug of water. She looked at him with a grateful smile, popping one of the magical pills into her mouth before she drank the water to help it go down.

“Thank you.” She said, setting the water onto the side table. He just shrugged, looking oddly smug. “What’re friends for?”

Ron gave her hand a pat before pulling back, giving Hermione an easy, reassuring smile. As the feeling of being stabbed in her skull slowly faded away, she smiled back.

You can also read this on Ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65405383

Harry ~ Prisoner of Azkaban mood board 🖤

"Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light" ✨

(I didn't put Ron and Hermione because they didn't fit 😭 but they're always by Harry's side)

Something about this movie 🌧💙

just imagining bi harry in third year, on the hogwarts express admiring everyone because goddamn they’re all so hot now but then he sees draco malfoy and his brain s t o p s f u n c t i o n i n g

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.

Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, J. K. Rowling

Prisoner of Azkaban is my comfort book, but i can’t stand JK Rowling so i simply headcanon that Remus and Sirius dated during school and never fell out of love.

So, was no one gonna tell me that Sirius Black was only 36 when he died...? And 22 when he went to Azkaban...??? Or was I just supposed to do the math myself...? I am deeply hurt both by the fact that you people not only don’t throw out enough random HP facts/spoilers, but that you just made me sit down and do math. How dare you all...