Well I’m Nonbinary So I Had To Reblog

ok im writing something for moony’s birthday in two days but my laptop has a virus so it might be late 😫i’m sorryyyyyy

Lovers Quarrel

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sirius had only ever seen his parents kiss and make up, never talk things through // #remuslupin #siriusblack #jamespotter #maraudersera #marauders

ok I was inspired by this tiktok and I needed to write it so gift. This is angsty, but we are left with healthy communication I hope you enjoy :)

Remus sat in his room, the sun slowly rising through the small windows. He didn’t often get to see the sunrise because he slept in till noon most days unless he had school, but lately he’s been waking up earlier. It wasn’t because he’d fixed his sleep schedule or because he finally started setting his alarm in the morning no, he had a different kind of alarm. He’d woken up that morning like he had a lot of mornings for the last year to screaming and yelling coming from downstairs. Maybe if he kept his nose in his book, he wouldn’t be able to hear it, maybe if he stayed in Narnia he wouldn’t have to go downstairs and find the static crackle that was left behind after his parents had argued till their throats were raw. Maybe if he stayed here, they’d stop yelling and talk instead of hurling words in the others general direction that weren’t used for anything accept to hurt each other. Maybe they’d stop slamming doors because they left fridge open, and they’d stop and talk and love each other again.

“LYALL FOR GODS SAKE ITS NOT THAT DIFFICULT” his mother’s voice carried through the house and Remus curled up tighter pulling the thick book closer to his face.

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT HOPE IT’S JUST A FUCKING DOOR ITS NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL” his Dads booming voice had more power behind it and it felt as if the house shock with his voice bouncing of the walls.

“OH! OF COURSE, THATS WHAT YOU THINK!”

“YEAH, THAT’S WHAT I THINK”

“OH, ITS ALWAYS WHAT YOU THINK! YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE RIGHT NO MATTER WHAT!”

“AND I WAS RIGHT WASNT I? HMM?” The topic of the argument had shifted into something it often did even if the two refused to talk about it out right.

Remus sat in his room clutching the book in front of him willing it to take him to vast seas and daring adventures in far off lands. Instead, he sat in his room with the world blurred as saline hit the fresh pages. They would make up; they always did, on the surface at least. Kiss and make up, pretend that the wounds created by harsh words thrown in every direction weren’t still bleeding and that the foundations that they had built hadn’t cracked and was falling apart. Out of sight, out of mind. If you ignored it, it doesn’t exist right? Except that cracks were still there, just no one was fixing them, no one was filling them in and as soon as the weapon of words were drawn once more, fresh cracks were made and closer came the inevitable. Even though they fought all the time and said everything with a viciousness you’d never expect they never actually said what was on their minds. They came close a few times just brushing the handle on the door to the problem, but they didn’t dare address it. No that would mean admitting a problem, admitting fault which would let in the overwhelming guilt and the realization would hit and the rose-colored glasses would be ripped of and reality would look as it does, a fucking mess.

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The sun streamed in through the ornate windows of the library and landed in golden curls. Books had been pilled around the boy to create a makeshift barrier from the world, well from one specific boy. Sirius Black. Honestly Remus was so happy to be dating Sirius, he was an attentive boyfriend, Sirius cared about him truly. That didn’t stop his mind running rampant and destroy the trust he put in the other boy. It was unfair really; Sirius didn’t do anything wrong. Flirting with a few girls was harmless. Right? Remus had seen it a few times in the hallways, the grand hall or the common room and it meant nothing because Sirius always came straight back to him. It was nothing. Nothing at all. It didn’t bother Remus one bit. He trusted Sirius, he always would.

Then the voice in his head came and targeted every tiny doubt and every insecurity and weakness that he had. That voice exploited the cracks in his brain and kept pushing until the damn broke. He was so happy with his relationship with Sirius, he had finally gotten the guy he wanted, and he was able to show Sirius exactly what he meant to him and show him all the kindness in the world. He didn’t want that to end, to go away. So, he hid among the pages of a book behind a wall of more books.

“Moony? Hey Moony I found you!” well that didn’t last long “I’ve been looking everywhere” the joy in his voice refilled the hope in Remus’ chest. How could he want to be with you? The voice in his chest spoke up once more. Come on you’re a werewolf and he’s Sirius Black, who are you compared to him? Suddenly Remus’ chest felt tight again like he was wounded.

“What’s going on Moony? Why are you hidin’?” Sirius kept the same light teasing tone paired with a toothy smirk. He really didn’t want to fight; he knew what happened when couples fought. No, best to kept it inside it was his problem.

“’m not hidin’” Remus responded with a shrug of his shoulder, eyes glued to the page in front of him.

“Oh, come oooonnnnn I want attention” Sirius practically whined clambering around the mountain of books to sit on the seat next to his boyfriend

“Well, you’ve got quite a plethora of people to choose from, basically anyone you’ve flirted with in the last week” Eurgh why did he have to say that? Why couldn’t he keep his mouth shut?

Sirius’ expression almost instantly change to confusion mixed with anger “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means that you’ve got options” the annoyance that had been burning under the surface was rising and coming out of his mouth before he could stop it.

“And? I like the attention it doesn’t mean anything more than a harmless flirting” The rational part of Remus’ brain knew that was true, but in the moment, he couldn’t convince himself. Why would Sirius want you over anyone else at Hogwarts?

“Oh yeah? The attentions nice?” For the first time since the argument started Remus turned his whole body to look right his boyfriend. Staring into those mercuric eyes only seemed to make things worse for Remus, he was so perfect, and Remus wasn’t even on the same scale he was inadequate.

“Moony you know I only have eyes for you” the anger still rolled off of Sirius like steam and he let out a frustrated huff through his nose and his expression softened “let’s not fight yeah just kiss and make up?” That was more terrifying than Sirius blatantly yelling at him, they had to talk about this they had to! He couldn’t lose Sirius, like his parents had lost each other, he wouldn’t!

“No! No, no no please no!” Sirius face morphed into one that looked like his heart had been ripped out “Wait no!” Remus vision went blurry and those beautiful grey eyes that had always bought him comfort went out of view. God, when had he started crying?

“Moony?” Was he crying too?

“Just listen to me! We have just not talk about it. Otherwise, it just festers and we’re left to the rats”

“Moony you’re not making sense, just tell me what’s wrong” Remus gathered his knees to his chest and hung his head so he wouldn’t have to look at the dark-haired boy.

“You don’t love me” a punched-out exhale moved past Sirius lips and then a small sniff as if he was trying not to cry.

“Baby, please look at me” with a shaky breath Remus cracked open his eyes and hazel landed on grey. “Re I love you. With everything I am, I love every part of you. Even the parts you hate all I can see is something to love. When you agreed to be my boyfriend, I was so happy to get to show you everything I can offer you because Remus, darling, you are too amazing not to be appreciated in your entirety. I love that I get the opportunity to love you and I am so sorry that I ever let you doubt that.” It was almost as if Sirius did it in one breathe to avoid blubbering through the whole thing.

“It wasn’t you. Just- I don’t get it. You could have anyone, and you chose me?” the hesitation in his voice was despicable to even himself, but ever the stubborn bastard Remus forced himself through as more tears swam in Sirius eyes.

“I don’t know how to explain that you are the one for me. There is no one else I love you a-and I know I flirt a lot its sort of like I need to know that everyone likes me. I’m a Black, they are notoriously disliked” a wet humourless laugh erupted from deep in Sirius’ chest.

“You are nothing like your family!” it needed to be said because it was true “nothing” the last word was barely a whisper that Remus wasn’t even sure that Sirius heard.

“Re?” Sirius voice was tentative and cautious nothing like usual which hurt Remus heart knowing he put that unease there. “What can I do to prove that I love you?”

“I know you love me Padfoot” Remus replied with a small sniffle

“But you doubt it sometimes” it wasn’t a question just a statement and oh how the effects of a punctuation mark could have on someone.

“My brain … gets anxious and I overthink things sometimes. I- I’m usually fine with the flirting its just this week. I don’t know, I’m sorry.” He sniffed again, god why did he have to cry?

“Ok, how about when you start feeling this way you tell me, and we can talk, and I can shower you with the affection and love you deserve and run those damn self-deprecating voices away for you?” The tone was still sad but there was a level of teasing perfectly balanced with loving affection

“Thank you, but you have to tell me when you’re feeling like everyone hates you so I can do the same and know how to help you as well. Deal?” There was considerably less crying now, but they were still both red rimmed and snotty.

“Deal” and if the smitten look on Sirius face didn’t make Remus fall in love again despite the slightly disheveled look he’d be lying. He then moved forward a few inches to place a soft kiss on his boyfriends lips.

Remus knew he wasn’t perfect, but neither was Sirius Black and that’s why he loved him. The voice would return to poke at the cracks, but now he had his own knight in shining armour to drive them away and Remus could do the same for Sirius.

No rest 'til the sunrise

I love this fanart so much that I had to write a little one-shot inspired by it. In my head I imagine that Remus has bad early on set arteritis and uses his wheelchair if the pain is worse. Just a fluffy muggle au but can be read in magical universe if you want to. So I hope you enjoy! Use of medicinal weed

Sirius woke up to the sound of Remus pottering around in the kitchen of their dingy little flat. They had been living there for nearly a year now, it was rented so they couldn’t do anything about the boring cream colour that covered all the walls, but they made sure to cover all available surface with plants, and sometimes books and records if they ran out of space on their bookshelves. Remus usually slept in till the early afternoon unless they had plans except if he was in pain and couldn’t sleep. Considering the sun was rising and dipping into the room through the split in the curtain Remus was up early again. Sirius then shoved the duvet down and stumbled out of bed, eyes still closed trying to cling to the last of sleep that he could while checking up on his boyfriend. His arms were outstretched to make sure that he didn’t bump into anything which didn’t work as his bare shoulder knocked against the door frame of their bedroom. He crossed the small hallway and under the archway separating the space to the kitchen. Remus was sat in his wheelchair with his chequered red PJ bottoms and a soft grey T-shirt. Sirius however had on his softest boxers because summer was definitely here, which was evident as a slight breeze came through open windows. 5 Seconds of Summer was playing through the speaker in the corner of the kitchen as Remus mixed up some extra pancake batter. His soft honey voice filled the small flat before setting the batter down on the side, gripping his wheels and spinning around the area of the kitchen.

“Tell the truth and I’ll show you how to dare” his head was thrown back with his eyes closed and a sated look on his face “Flashlights, held tight, we can own this town”

Sirius pushed his back of the far wall and joined in

“Never say goodbyeeeeeee” Remus stopped his spinning to stare at his boyfriend, all of his tattoos were on show and the rising sun streamed through the windows and carefully lit him up.

“So, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me and tell me that I’ll see you again” they both sang at the top of their lungs, which would probably wake the neighbours up because it was currently 6 in the morning. The problem was neither of them cared.

“Cause I don’t know if I can let you gooooo” Remus’ hand latched on to Sirius’ and pulled him on top of his lap and sung to him with a ridiculously happy smile on his face.

“So, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me” Sirius happily obliged and smiled into the gentle domestic moments and cradled Remus head with such care as their lips were brought together.

“I’m dying just to see you again” Sirius sang back at him as they parted. His hand smoothed down Remus shoulders over the old worn T-shirt as the music settled into the background. “You in pain again?”

“My shoulders were aching which woke me up around 4 and my left hip is well, not good.” Remus pointed down to his leg which, conveniently was not the leg Sirius was sat on.

“Want me to roll?”

“Duh! That’s what I’ve been waiting for” Sirius sniggered as he raised himself from Remus’ lap to fetch the small tin at the back of the cupboard. Remus pushed himself over to the window waiting for Sirius to join him as he carefully rolled out a joint. Sirius sat on the windowsill as he passed Remus the joint and lighter watching carefully as Remus cradled it between fingers and brought the flame up to the tip. It was lit and Remus looked at the horizon, but Sirius just stared at him. Vaguely Remus waved the joint over at him not really looking until Sirius caught his hand taking the joint and carefully kissing Remus’ knuckles. The two hands were clasped together and placed in Sirius’ lap as he carefully took a drag from the joint blew the smoke out the window and into the breeze.

“Cause I don’t know if I don’t know if I can let you go” Sirius sang along with the song in the background once more and Remus pulled on his hand and sung the next lyric.

“So, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me” and he did. “Will we ever be able to listen to that song with out making out?”

“God I hope not” Sirius looked disgusted at the notion and wrinkled his nose slightly handing back the joint and watching as the smoke curled around Remus after taking a drag. “I’ll finish the pancakes you finish the joint”

“That I can do!” Remus nodded taking another drag. “Chocolate chips are in the cupboard on the left”

“I know how you like your pancakes Remus we’ve only been together 2 years” he said standing up and walking back to the kitchen area “Here’s to teenage memories!” Sirius sung grabbing the chocolate chips and dumping the whole packet into the mixture and heating up a pan. “Whoa oh oh oh ohhh. Whoa oh. Here’s to teenage memories!” The first pancake got caught on the edges and didn’t flip right so it got burnt in some places and was still raw in others. Sirius dumped it and got started on the second one which went perfectly and soon there was a stack of fresh chocolate chip pancakes on a plate. Sirius carried it round with a jar of Nutella to the other side of the breakfast bar where Remus was now sat at the little dining table they’d got together from a charity shop a few streets over. The plate was plonked in front Remus, and he grabbed the knife sticking out of the Nutella jar smothering the first pancake, picking it up with his fingers and stuffing it in his mouth. Sirius loved Remus and loved making him happy so if chocolate chip pancakes with Nutella was the way to his heart so be it. Sirius got to wide the chocolate smudge of the side of his boyfriends mouth and relish in the slightly startled look Remus gave him before picking another pancake and the Nutella knife. Remus would never trade these mornings with Sirius for anything, the pain was worth it to feel how loved he was.

I love them.. and they love each other...

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Ok, gods its been a while, but now I am free of college course work and can spend more time writing which I'm excited about. So here's 3500 words of me projecting onto Sirius Black being hard of hearing. Tw: mentions of inbreeding, effects of inbreeding and chronic illness

1st September 1971

Sirius Black stumbled into the Great Hall amongst all of the other first years. James Potter, a boy he had met on the train and had become a fast friend of his, stood by his side. The confidence he had exuded before seemed to turn into nervous energy as he practically bounced across the room instead of walking. Professor McGonagall stood in front of the new students with a dusty old pointy hat in one hand and a roll of parchment in her other hand. A name was called out, but the professor was quite far away so he didn’t catch it. Her lips moved again, and the words didn’t travel, if the people behind him would stop chattering perhaps he would hear her.

“Sa… Bul—” was that his name? No, a girl stepped forward instead. She was quickly sorted into Hufflepuff.

“S…us B…” God was that his name he couldn’t make it out. Think, what did she say? His thoughts were interrupted by James nudging his arm and whispering something to him, but all he heard was a sort of shhing sound. Looking up at the professor he noticed she was looking right at him.

“Si… la…” she said again. It sounded like his name, but if he was wrong then he would look like an utter buffoon. Then again no one else was going up, but they might not be able to hear her either. How had everyone heard her so clearly before him? They were probably closer to her. James nudged him again, so he started walking to the stool at the front of the hall and hope he was right. When no one corrected him he continued walking with a little more confidence than before and sat on the stool as the hat was placed on his head.

30th October 1971

The four friends were stuffed under James invisibility cloak trying to set up a prank for Halloween that would cover people in irremovable orange paint. Sirius had thought just putting buckets over doorways and charming them to turn when people walked under them would be funny enough, but Remus said if they charmed all the goblets in the great hall to skirt the paint every time someone tried to drink then it wouldn’t technically be against the rules. He wasn’t sure how that worked, but considering how many times the four had got detention after only two months of being in the school they could use a prank that didn’t land them scrubbing trophies or clearing cobwebs in unused classrooms.

“Ok, soooo how do we do this?” James whispered to the group. Sirius felt lucky that they were all so close together other wise it’d be too quiet to hear them.

“Dammit James” Sirius couldn’t see him, but he would bet money that Remus was rubbing his eyes in mild frustration. Peter who was next to Sirius while James and Remus were behind him started explaining… sort of.

“We have to tickle the pear”

“What does that even mean, Pete?” Sirius whispered back. Various amounts of shhing noises joined the quiet corridor coming from all three of the other boys

“What? I’m whispering same as you” Sirius was slowing getting annoyed.

“Shuddup you’re going to get us caught!” Remus voice travelled to Sirius ears, and he couldn’t hear a difference in the volume, but it didn’t seem worth arguing over now.

“So where are we going?” Sirius spoke up again and James’ hand clamped over his mouth

“Flitch might literally kill us!” he hissed.

“Alright so Sirius don’t say another word and we’re going to the kitchens which is this way” Remus whispered to the group.

Sirius didn’t understand. He was whispering like the other three, so why were they being so… vexatious? The way Remus and told him to shut up hurt a little more than he’d like to admit, but he didn’t say another word all night.

2nd December 1971

The great hall was already filled with students when Sirius walked in. Everyone was shouting over the next person, but it all sort of blurred out into the background. Sirius walked up to his friends and plonked himself beside Remus and faced James opposite him. Remus was carefully pilling food onto his plate, where as Sirius grabbed a croissant and shoved it in his mouth. James snorted and decided to follow his best mates behaviour by skewering a sausage on his fork and biting half of it off the end. A ruckus of laughter followed the motion from the friend group as both Sirius and James tried to one up each other. The line was drawn when Sirius reached for a slice of toast on Remus’ plate.

“Not my food you menace, get your own! Ast” Remus was known for slipping Welsh into a conversation every now and then. Most of the time it was to call one of the three a rude word he couldn’t say in front of McGonagall.

“Oh, come on Remus you’re ruining our fun” Sirius barked up with a smile

“huh?” Remus responded

“What?” ok that was confusing. What had happened?

“Sirius you gotta yell to be heard over all this noise” Remus’ voice had a teasing undertone which sent Sirius into a state of more confusion. He was yelling, right? He’d been matching the energy in the room and speaking like Remus was to him.

“I said you’re ruining our fun” Sirius said a little louder

“What?” ok now he was just poking fun, there was no way he didn’t hear that. Why would he say this? It was just frustrating and made everything awkward when this happened. People often said Sirius was too loud or too quiet and it never made any sense. He was speaking the same volume.

“Stop ruining our fun!” it would’ve been funny as a one-time thing, but it just seemed to go on forever. I mean they did it all the time. He was so frustrated with his friends, so he walked out and decided that maybe going to class early today wasn’t a bad idea.

7th January 1972

The four friends had been back at Hogwarts for a few days since the Christmas holidays ended and already the workload was killing them. Sirius and Peter sat together in Flitwick’s class while Remus and James were sat on the other side of the room. It was Friday and the last lesson of the day, all Sirius had to do was get through the next hour. Seemed easy enough.

Despite being quite near to the front of the classroom the short professors voice didn’t travel very far so it was hard to keep up with everything he was saying.

“ague-ti …. Water ch-. Useful when- and can be” What the actual fuck was he saying? A few words seemed to travel back to his ears but nothing of importance reached him.

“Mr Bl- tell me the- for the … ter charm.” Despite being so quite the annoying high pitch squeaky voice caught Sirius’ attention.

“What?” was the only response he could think of.

“per- you could pay … Mr ..ck. Detention.” What had he done?! The weaselly little professor was too quiet to hear and somehow that warranted Sirius getting a detention! Often Sirius could understand why he got detention. Mouthing off or another one of their stupid pranks but this time he could not comprehend what he’d done wrong. How was he supposed to know what the professor had said? It was totally and completely unfair. With his brows furrowed and his bottom lip pressed into what can only be described as a pout Sirius let out an annoyed huff through his nose, curled his hand around his quill and gritted his teeth in an attempt to get through the lesson. Glaring daggers into anything that crossed his line of sight was shortly added to that list. Anger seemed to be bubbling just below the surface, very carefully controlled but very easily escapable.

The end of the class finally arrived, and everyone filtered out pretty quickly. James and Remus were waiting outside when Peter and himself started walking with them to the next class.

“It’s ridiculous!” Sirius started to complain “Why the fuck did I get a detention? It’s not like anyone else can hear him, the mousy little twat!”

“Sirius!” James was always abashed when Sirius disrespected someone older than him, despite being a troublesome prankster James Potter was always one for respecting his elders.

“What? I didn’t do anything wrong!” Sirius yelled down the hallway

“Well, you weren’t exactly listening” Peter said almost nonchalantly

“How can I?! He sounds like one of Remus’ broken records! No one can hear him!” Sirius was getting more and more frustrated by the fact that his friends weren’t defending him.

“Sirius? What the fuck are you talking about?” Remus looked at him as if he was a confusing question on an exam. Merlin, were they still trying to make him feel crazy?

“This isn’t funny anymore” he said in a voice that was considerably quieter than a second ago, but still with the same amount of annoyance laced into it.

“What the fuck do you mean?! We aren’t trying to be funny you’re the only one that can’t hear him Sirius.” Remus’ voice was calm and collected which was odd. Whenever anyone had accused Remus of something in the passed few months he got snappy and sarcastic. You’d have thought the calm voice would have calmed Sirius in turn however it did the exact opposite.

“Eurgh just fuck off!” he didn’t give them a chance to respond, just shouldered James aside to get through.

22nd January 1972

It had been just over two weeks since the incident with Flitwick and Sirius hadn’t had much opportunity to talk to his friends. About three days into giving them all the silent treatment he caved and talked to James mostly because one lesson without messing around with his best mate had to be the most tedious times of his life. He most certainly didn’t apologise because he didn’t have anything to apologise for! Peter sort of acted as if nothing happened, he was quite level-headed that way, or just really good at hiding his true feelings. Either way Sirius was glad that he wouldn’t have to deal with another grumpy friend. Remus, however, was difficult. He’d started spending all of his time in the library and it was hard to catch him when he wasn’t in class or sleeping. Even in the great hall he stuffed his face and then bolted as quickly as possible. It had been 15 days to be exact and the most conversing Sirius and Remus had done was asking one of them to pass the butter over breakfast. He wasn’t going to apologise, but he did want his friend back. Maybe he was a bit rude, but he felt so humiliated. He could talk to Remus, but he wasn’t apologising. Even if he was a little bit in the wrong.

Now he just had to find Remus. It was Saturday so they were free of lesson for the weekend. Remus would usually be in the common room reading in the little nook by the window, but he was nowhere in sight, so the library was his best bet. Lily had said he’d been in there whenever she was there so Sirius sauntered out of the portrait hole. He started thinking, thinking of what to say, where Remus would be in the library, where to go next if he wasn’t there, what Remus would say back to him. One step in front of the other thinking, thinking, thinking. Sirius was watching his feet move faster and faster on the flagstones, watching as one foot went in between the cracks and how the next foot landed directly on the crack. He watched it happen over and over again, his body dragging him through the halls almost on instinct when his face collided into something. Well, more like someone. The boy looked up through his strands of hair that had fallen in his face to see none other than Remus Lupin holding his hand to his forehead slightly pushing his brownish curls away from his eyes.

“For fuck sake! Sirius you ever look where you’re going? Anyway, doesn’t matter I was looking for you come on!” Before he could respond Remus had grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the library, Sirius had had a growth spurt over Christmas, so he stood an inch or so taller then the mousy haired boy. The height difference wasn’t dramatic, but it did make it a bit more difficult for the shorter lanky boy to drag him in to the library. They passed several bookshelves until they reached the back corner of the back corner. Stacks of books were towered onto the table, with about 5 different scrolls of notes with Remus’ messy scrawl. A few larger books were strewn open across the centre of the table, it looked like Remus had taken up the table to himself. Sirius didn’t know where to start or what question to ask first so he settled for a quizzical look.

“Come here look” Remus looked a bit frantic moving around the piles of books and shoving aside different scrolls to reach an old leather-bound book. It was placed carefully in front of Sirius; the page was slightly crumbled around the edges, and they were yellowing like most of the books in the library. However, this book didn’t look like it could be used as a doorstop, it was rather small. Well for a book in the Hogwarts library it was small to be fair it was a regular sized book instead of one that could squash a whole ants nest.

“What am I looking at?” the eye roll from Remus was practically audible.

“It’s a spell. It was used by solider almost 5 centuries ago when they were spying on other armies and finding out their tactics. It’s actually brilliant, the spell got lost in history because they didn’t want everyone finding out about it, so it was only recorded a few times. It’s a harmless spell just enhances your hearing and wears of after a few hours, but look I found it!” Sirius took a second to look over at Remus his jumper was haphazardly thrown on this morning and looked a little crumpled. The usually brown curls that hung over his forehead were sticking up in all different directions like a mimic of James. The dark circles under his eyes were more prominent and Sirius kicked himself for not noticing that before today.

“and why were you looking for it?” There was another eyeroll. Sure, it sounded like an interesting spell, but he couldn’t think of how to use it for a good prank so what was the use.

“Ok look at this” a heftier book was dragged over, and Sirius started reading.

Effects of inbreeding on the body and mind

Various families have started to marry their own cousins to keep the blood pure. While this helps to keep pureblood families intact it can have a negative affect on any child that comes of the marriage. This tactic of marrying relatives such as cousin and even siblings was first used within royal families so no one would have to marry beneath their station. This however, caused some issues and why we haven’t seen many monarchs live their lives as fully as others.

“You have go to be kidding me?!” Sirius rounded on his friend quicker than a bludger.

“Look! All I’m saying is that inbreeding-“

“Messed me up?” Sirius face looked a bit funny, like there were so many emotions going through him he couldn’t pick which one to present.

“You’re not messed up, I just noticed that you were struggling to hear things and I wanted to help”

“My hearings fine! Y’know this prank of yours is going a bit far don’t you think? Hmm? Like I don’t know my families crazy I need my best mate going and …” he trailed off not sure how to finish his train of thought.

“I don’t know what prank you thought I was playing but you know that you’ve had problems hearing. The sorting you couldn’t hear McGonagall say your name, in a bunch of lessons you say you don’t listen, but I see you, you try so hard. Just let me help you, please. I’ve found a few different solutions and I’m sorry for bringing your family into it.” Remus’ rambling came to an abrupt halt.

“You noticed all those?” all the anger had dissipated from the taller boys body as his expression softened. Remus, however, looked surprised and bewildered at eh question.

“Yeah you’re one of my best friends. Now are you going to let all this research go to waste because I haven’t handed in any homework in for 2 weeks.” A hearty laugh left Sirius chest and clearly it was contagious, and Remus’ soft laugh also filled the space between them. When they had both gained a sense of composure again Sirius spoke up.

“Yeah ok let’s experiment some old spells” The cocky grin had returned to his face as the dark-haired boy sat on a rickety old chair with his legs tucked under himself.

Here is the rest of the book with some history on inbreeding in the royal family:

If we look at previous monarchs we can see that several of them had varying diseases and deformities. For example, King Charles II could barely speak or eat. He was a part of the Habsburgs line which was known for having an oversized jawline and large tongue which made matters such as eating and speaking clearly harder for this royal line. Due to the severity of this inbreeding, he was unable to procreate despite being married twice and he died quite young even for the 1700’s. At 39 he left behind a thrown with no heir ending the Habsburg rule in Spain.

Joanna of Castile, Catherine of Aragon’s older sister was from the house of Trastamara. Her parents king Ferdinand and Queen Isabella were second cousins and their family had been partaking in cousin marriages for centuries. This long line of inbreeding could have been the reason Catherine couldn’t bear children. Joanna was married into the Habsburg line at 16 to the son of the Holy Roman Emperor. Philip the Handsome was also a product of inbreeding and was known for having several mistresses. Despite all of this Joanna had fallen in love. Throughout her reign she had several mental breakdown and became frustrated with Philips behaviour towards her, this led to her stabbing one of his mistresses in the face. When he died unexpectedly she slept beside his corpse every night. She is remembered as Juana la Loca (Joanna the Crazy).

Ferdinand I of Austria, a descendant of Joanna of Castile, was born to double first cousins Emperor Franz II and Marie-Therese. Due to this Ferdinand was born with hydrocephaly, this condition was also common to the Habsburgs, this condition causes pressure on the sensitive tissue and leads to brain damage. He also had the famous Habsburg jaw and epilepsy, despite this the King insisted that the line be carried on to the heir and carry on the bloodline. His disabilities stopped him from directly controlling matters of state, these responsibilities were kept by a mastery of counsellors and regents. One of his favourite activities was to sit in a basket and roll around on the floor. He held the thrown for 18 years until he abdicated to his nephew Francis Joseph. Despite all of the problems inbreeding caused him Ferdinand lived to be 82, 27 years after he abdicated the throne.

Queen Victoria’s genes went all of over Europe, her daughter, Princesses Alice, was the mother of Tsarina Alexandra Romanov, the last Tsarina of Russia; grandmother of the last Viceroy of India and great-grandmother of the Duke of Edinburgh. All of Queen Victoria’s children were inbred as her besotted husband, Prince Albert, was her first cousin. She had the blood clotting disorder hemophilia, which was passed to all her children and then went all across European royalty. While the Queen herself didn’t suffer much from the disease one of her children and five of her grandchildren died due to complications because of the disease. This disease is caused by both parents having the recessive gene for it, both Queen Victoria and Prince Albert had to have hemophilia for it to be passed onto their children. For such a rare and recessive disease to be strongly present in cousins, there is speculation that the queen herself may have been the product of inbreeding and whether or not her biological father was actually Edward, the Duke of Kent. Hemophilia has become known as the ‘royal disease due to the reach Queen Victoria had with her blood line.