But really can you imagine how much fun Harry would have had with an animagus as a father? James giving little five year old Harry stag-rides on his back prancing along in the backyard, James going to “mow the lawn” and then Harry looks out his window and dies of laughter when he sees a stag just casually grazing the grass, Harry yelling “DAD!” when he sees an antler poking out of a bush as he tries to have a moment with Ginny.
And idk I feel like James would turn every now and then just to clear his head if he’s feeling overwhelmed and one night Harry can’t sleep because of similar reasons and he goes to the backyard and sees a stag sitting on the grass and he doesn’t say anything but Harry goes over sits down next to James and just stays there because it’s so easy and so natural and not weird at all.
Ginny doesn’t need your approval, Ron. (But Harry appreciates it!) :^)
Finally! I’ve wanted to draw the ACTUAL Harry and Ginny kiss for ages! I love these sweet sassy children, and the movie kiss had such a serious feel to it.
This scene was the winner of February’s HP Comic Poll! If you’d like to vote on my next Harry Potter comic, or want to see them before I post them anywhere else, check out my Patreon!! 🙂
“My transformations in those days were — were terrible. It is very painful to turn into a werewolf. I was separated from humans to bite, so I bit and scratched myself instead. The villagers heard the noise and the screaming and thought they were hearing particularly violent spirits.” | Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
Intrigued, James followed Remus when he was trying to hide from everyone and found himself comforting his friend because it was too wrong for him to stay alone during such terrible moments of pain and fear.
Lily Potter awoke with a start. She had just been dreaming of mending her friendship with Severus by naming him godfather to her second child. Why hadn’t this plan occurred to her sooner? She rolled over and shook her husband awake. The bully opened his eyes and put his nasty glasses on.
‘James’ said Lilly Lily. ‘We have to make Severus our baby’s godfather.’
‘Who the fuck is Severus?’ asked James, walking over to the window and hexing the mail man outside.
‘Snivelly Snape’ replied Lily. ‘It’s the only way to mend my friendship with him.’
James looked at his wife. ‘Well I didn’t ask you out 67 times a day for 6 years for nothing, I need you happy Lilyflowerpetalbutt and if this makes you happy I’m all for it. But I didn’t even know you were pregnant my sweet Lilypadthai?’
‘Well neither does J.K Rowling’ laughed Lily as James stared at her, confused, but used to not understanding anything.
Lily grinned and put on all green outfit to match her eyes. Together they fetched Harry out of his cot and went downstairs to start writing a letter to Sev.
‘You better write the letter’ said James, who had never learnt to spell due to his extremely limited mental capacity. As Lily started the letter James let Sirius out of his kennel and Remus out of the library that they locked him in nightly. ‘Lily’s writing a letter to Snivelicious, she’s going to ask him to be our new baby’s godfather’ smirked James, arrogant as always. ‚I still hate the prick but it’s the best thing for Lily.’
‚But I thought Lily hated him?’ asked Remus.
‚Nah she doesn’t’ said Sirius.
‚Wait who are we talking about?’ asked Peter who had just apparated, he didn’t wait for an answer before disapparating to go do some more betraying.
‚What about the whole Death Eater thing?’ asked Remus as he held a book up to his nose. ‚What about Voldemort wanting you guys dead and all?’
Suddenly Lily appeared, she was furious. Her hair turned even redder as flames rose around her, her rage lifting her off the ground. She roared incoherently like the red lion she was until James pulled her back to the ground. ‚What are you angry about this time?!’ sighed James.
Lily had no idea. She was just always angry. She shooed Remus and Sirius out of the house, since they were in hiding and all and went back to her letter. On the way back to the table James asked her out 6 times.
‚For Christ’s sake James we’re married!’ she cried. James stuck his tongue out, hexed the cat and asked her out again. Tears rolled down Lily’s face as she went back to writing the letter to her dear old friend. Good times were sure to be ahead.
“he didn’t wait for an answer before disapparating to go do some more betraying.”
*Banging on J.K. Rowling’s door at 3:00 AM* WHAT DID REMUS ACTUALLY LOOK LIKE WHEN HE TRANSFORMED!?
WAS HE THIS
(Movie design that had to be approved.)
(A Pottermore illustration of a werewolf.)
??????
WAS HE THIS:
(Text by on Pottermore.)
(An illustration that appears ON THE SAME PAGE)
????????
AND THEN THERE’S THIS HOT MESS IN THIS PERSON’S COPY OF THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN ILLUSTRATED VERSION (ALSO APPROVED):
WHAT DID HE LOOK LIKE, WOMAN!?
THERES A QUESTION ON THE OWL EXAM ASKING TO IDENTIFY A WEREWOLF! OBVIOUSLY THIS THING STICKS OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB! IF THERE WAS A PACK OF WOLVES AND THEN THIS THING AND I WAS ASKED TO IDENTIFY WHICH WAS THE WEREWOLF, I DONT THINK ID BE SITTING THERE “uhhhh geeeeee I don’t know…” LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS THING?! IT LOOKS LIKE A MUTATED HAIRLESS CHIHUAHUA! I HAVE A CHIHUAHUA AND IF I SHAVED HER SHE’D LOOK SOMETHING LIKE THIS! WHO MADE THIS!? WHO SAID “YES, WEREWOLF, OKAY!”!?!
When the marauders are discussing their OWL exams and the question about werewolves, Peter mentions the rounded snout and tuft tail. This leads me to believe that a werewolf should look, to the untrained eye, LIKE A NORMAL (but maybe larger) WOLF unless you are able to look at the details like the snout and tail (and if you’ve gotten that close, I must ask…how are you still alive? But I digress…)
BUT THIS!!???!!! THIS HAIRLESS CHIHUAHUA FERRET LOOKING THING THATS BEEN STRETCHED IN WILLY WONKA’S TAFFEE PULLER!?! THIS IS NOT A WEREWOLF!!!
Im sorry this has been on my nerves for 14 years o_o
all right. so. this is a Harry Potter AU, in rambly and abbreviated form.
this is a version of events where, on the morning of November 1st, 1981, the police are called to a house in Surrey.
when they arrive, a large man with a red face and a moustache is waiting for them, brandishing a baby.
to be more accurate: he is brandishing a basket. the basket contains a baby.
he tells the police that his wife found the basket on their doorstep that morning. “Gave her the shock of her life,” he says, with a chuckle that does not seem the least bit sincere.
the police officers have a lot of questions about this, but the man does not have any useful answers. his wife, he tells them, is not in any shape to be interviewed. “she’s been poorly,” he says, “and we’ve got a baby of our own to worry about, keeping us up at all hours.”
the baby in the basket seems to be about a year old. he is cheerful, seems healthy aside from a cut on his forehead, with a crooked sticking plaster on it. he has startlingly green eyes.
there is no identifying information in the basket, except for a torn scrap of paper with ‘his name is Harry’ on it in a delicate hand.
there it nothing else to be done, it seems. the officers take baby Harry, and leave.
one of them comes back a few days later for a follow-up interview with the woman who found the baby. she seems a little fragile, and her own baby, in the next room, keeps up a constant shrieking tantrum the whole time the officer is there. “I’m sorry,” the woman says, with a brittle smile. “this has all been a bit much. I recently lost my sister, you see.”
I did a commission lately for a lovely lady who asked for this scene in Harry Potter, where Harry finds a photo of baby him zooming around on a toy broomstick. The picture is drawn as if the photo had never been torn, and all was well.
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