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i read the hp books in elementary school and I’ve been into them ever since, but I’ve only recently really ventured into the fandom space online. And there are so many random ships, which ik any fandom will have, but like when I stumble across something like Ron x Blaise I’m like… idk how yall came up with that one but more power to ya (I assume it’s just to be a companion ship with Drarry). And theres the whole marauders fandom which is very interesting. I haven’t read all the young dudes or anything but props to them for forming a whole fandom around a bunch of characters that die and/or are mentioned only by name.
You know you have a true rare pair when it has less than 200 mentions on AO3, despite being in one of the most popular and long standing fandoms. (I think)
Especially when it’s almost never the main pairing. To be fair one of the characters has been butchered limb by limb by the fandom because he’s annoying (in the movies), but the other is well liked, this is so funny to me.
Green.
Draco Malfoy
What the fuck 😭😭😭
Beautiful
HC: Remus liked muggle music - and his family had a deep love for Radio.
A drabble of General Wizarding Music; History; Lyall and Hope Lupin; Remus' childhood - and his particular friendship with Sirius Black.
(1700 words; in the form of a... idk, a short story I guess?)
Wizarding World Music
Music is a simple joy, one even magical folk partake in - but not in the same way muggles do. When Wizarding culture changes so slowly (high density of older population - and they live a looong time) - they don't exactly carry music about with them for casual consumption.
When there is so much magic to study, magical folk rarely have time to learn instruments or songwriting. Music is seen as a Muggle thing. A COOL muggle thing - even Purebloods concede that the mundane folk whittling their time away on the complexities of sound has artistic merit. Most people like classical music - even as modern as Strauss and Debussy!
But in terms of wizarding music... there isn't much that is 'unique'. There's lots of folk music, telling stories of the time (wandering wizard falls in love with muggle dame and thus gets burned by her family) Or are used to remember potion recipes etc. from when being able to read was a rare skill... But such songs are not unique to Wizards. There are often Muggle versions of the same songs (Innocent dame falls for an evil sorcerer and so he was rightfully burned; or a song about trees being about their uses for carpenters rather than wand makers) - it being unclear which came first. Even the most famous modern Wizarding artists are copying the genre and styles lead by Muggles, using muggle instruments - and even electrics and electronics. Music is what you enchant instruments to play for events, to show off your Charms prowess - not to callous your own fingertips on. The proudest wizards and witches are the ones whose hands remain soft their entire lives - who can use their magic for everything...
The Lupin Family
It wasn't until Lyall Lupin met Hope that he truly begun to understand the appeal of muggle music. The simple joy of putting a record on and taking his wife's hand to dance... (cont. below)
Hope's teenage years had been set to the smooth but energetic American voices of Elvis Presley, The Everly Brothers, Ray Charles - Frank Sinatra... Along with slightly older artists, as long as they could really jive: Fats Waller, Cab Calloway, Louis Armstrong etc. She was an avid dancer - attending dance clubs as a hobby. (She was an active, adventurous woman who enjoyed going out by herself.)
It had a sparked an interest in Lyall, who eagerly bought a high quality radio/record player - so his growing family could listen to the music and drama's of the Muggle world he had fallen in love with. He found late-night horror shows most engaging, staying up even as his wife (and soon young child) had gone to bed. He would occasionally wake them with his laughter at what Muggles considered 'frightening'... and found himself fully engaged with ongoing murder mysteries, pondering them even as he was at work. The Beatles, The Beach Boys, The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan - the house ALWAYS had music playing on that radio. His mother would dance to it while keeping the house and his father would sing along. Remus grew up not knowing true silence... and was happier for it. After the bite... music went from a presence in his life to a necessity. As he lay in bed recovering it was all his parents could do to stop him hearing them cry: drown their noise with the radio. As they moved house every few months, the one precious possession they never sold was the radio. It kept them in muggle towns far more often than not (even if it meant Lyall had to travel further to find work) - so they could plug the radio in. (and also because magical folk were sharper at spotting werewolf symptoms)
No matter how tight money got, they couldn't sell a member of the family. Especially not one that kept Remus company.
On Full Moons sometimes music would send Remus into a rage of over-stimulation - and sometimes it would calm him. He would stop banging his entire weight against the door and scratching the paint off the walls of their rental property basements/attics/sheds... and just listen. And howl loud enough that the neighbors complain. Whenever Lyall got just a little money to spare between moves, he would brighten his son's life by buying him records - so he could listen to his favourite songs whenever he liked. He wasn't allowed to have friends... but he could have this, at least.
As his mother's frail Muggle body grew weaker from stress, when she stopped being able to attend her dance clubs (both fatigue and fear she would see people she recognized, even in different towns, and have to try and explain why she kept disappearing) Remus could still listen to music with her. They had all her favorites on record, and even when she was near bedridden (and a young house-bound Remus had to do most of the chores) he would come to her bedside and sing along with her, let her stroke his hair. Sometimes she would get up and teach him how to dance... Starting Hogwarts was a lifesaver for his family. When Remus went away, they could actually stay in the one house. Lyall could work steadily and keep money not for their next move, but for their comfort. He could even take time off to spend with his wife. Hope was still weak but doing better, not having to be the primary person preparing to hold an adolescent werewolf every month.
Every month he got a little bigger, a little stronger... every month both his parents would stay up all night, barricading everything they could... and just waiting. Listening to his movements. Hoping he didn't manage to break the door down and rip them apart. Every Full Moon was a horror story worse than any radio drama. Remus had always been just s worried as they were. They did their best to not let him know how much they suffered, as it wasn't his fault... but he could see it. He learned very early on how to mask emotions and lie to keep others happy - learned from his parents soothing him, and from him soothing them right back.
He would start skipping meals a week before the Full Moon came - and it broke his parents hearts... but it was effective. A starved growing boy made a much weaker werewolf. Lyall and Hope would want to skip their meals with him sometimes, not wanting to make the house smell like potatoes and sausages when their little boy was refraining from eating... But, hardened and matured from his illness, he would remind them they had to have their full strength on the Full Moon. They had to hold him back... and they had to run if it went wrong. They would concede... and eat small meals, at least.
Remus and his Friends
At Hogwarts - Remus didn't have to worry about ANY of this. Locked far away from anyone, safe and contained... He arrived at school small and skinny for his age, but was barely recognizable his first summer: well fed and eager to tell his parents about his new FRIENDS.
He was awkward and meek, having never really spoken to anyone but his parents before... his first friends were purebloods, whom he had little in common with. But that's part of why they liked him! He was interesting and different - and he had a passion to share with them: Music. Sirius, disillusioned with pureblood life, fell in love with Muggle culture... and fell deeply in love with Music. Back Sabbath, Led Zepplin, Deep Purple, King Crimson - music so unlike anything he had heard before, experimental and electronic. Even if it wasn't so much Remus' thing, who preferred rock and pop of the 60s - they BOTH loved Queen and David Bowie. James was less enthusiastic, but just happy to share something with his friends - happy to fund their obsession: Portable radios they could tinker with and listen to in the Shack... they couldn't pick up every station out there, but on a clear day they got some - and it was familiar company on Full Moons. One summer James even paid for them all to go and see a concert. (Sirius and James had to be babied through it, dressed adequately and stopped from making fools of themselves.)
James might have been less enthusiastic about music - but his knowledge of it gave him something to talk to Lily about - so when she finally agreed to go out with him, he scrambled to his friends to ask if they had any of her favourite groups on record - because he told her he liked them too but he has no idea what they are HELP
One of the best presents Remus ever got was a Walkman, after they all graduated, when Lily was pregnant and they couldn't see each-other as often anymore due to the war. When he lost everyone, in 1981... Music, once again, became his only companion. Cassettes were handy: small enough to fit many inside of even a small, cheap enchanted bag. He rarely had spending money - but like his father had with records, he would dedicate money to batteries, to new headphones and to cassettes of his old favourites. No matter how tight money was - music was a necessity. No matter where he was sleeping - a hotel, an old cottage, under a bridge... he had music with him. He never listened to the radio. He didn't want to hear how things were changing. He wanted to stay in the past.
... When Sirius came back, when he got a friend back, he parted with that walkman. Giving it to him was one of the first things he did. It was his way of apologizing for spending the last 14 or so years thinking he was a traitor. Watching his skinny, shaking hands eagerly working the machine, crying as he heard happiness he was forced to forget for 12 years...
...and they danced. Remus was never much of a dancer, though his mother tried to teach him... and Sirius only grew up with formal dancing, as a Pureblood heir expected to attend functions on behalf of the Black family.
Neither of them were graceful. It was terrible, really - a couple of men in their mid 30s moving their bodies in ways they hadn't since they were teenagers... But that memory is one of Remus' happiest. Because, once again, he had a family to share music with.
azkaban
Chuvash State Opera and Ballet Theater, Russia
House shenanigans
Gryffindor: *kicks the “G” off of the “Graveyard” sign* Yeah, Let’s get this party started!
Ravenclaw and Slytherin: Wow.
House shenanigans
Hufflepuff: holding a large box What would you say if I came home with four puppies?
Ravenclaw: lowers book slowly
Ravenclaw: Hufflepuff, What’s in the box?
Hufflepuff:
Hufflepuff: I think you already know.
House shenanigans
Ravenclaw: Norweiga 👏 is 👏 not 👏 a 👏 country!
Gryffindor: cowering under a desk Where are Norwegian people from then!?
Slytherin: recording NORWAY!
House shenanigans
Gryffindor: unbuttoning shirt God it’s so hot in here!
Hufflepuff: Yeah...But, why are you unbuttoning my shirt?
House Vines
Hufflepuff performing stand up comedy
Hufflepuff: So, I’ve got a drinking problem.
Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw: light chuckles
Hufflepuff: I’m not old enough to drink, that’s the problem.
Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw: all whooping and cheering
House Vines
Ravenclaw: If you got 5 apples, and you give 3 away. How many do you have left?
Hufflepuff: 5?
Ravenclaw: deep inhale
Ravenclaw: IF YoU gOt 5 ApPLeS aNd YoU GiVe-
House Vines
Gryffindor walks into class
Slytherin: Aww fuck! See I thought I was gonna have a happy day at school, but then you walked in.
Ravenclaw: What did gryffindor do?
Slytherin: Bitch go and exist.
Gryffindor:...
Ravenclaw: turns to gryffindor Why would you do that?
House shenanigans
Slytherin: pulls out a knife
Hufflepuff: oh no.
Slytherin: uses knife to open cardboard box
Hufflepuff: phew.
Slytherin: pulls out gun from cardboard box
Hufflepuff: oH nO.
House Vines
Gryffindor prefect relaxing in the tub late at night in the prefect’s bathroom.
Ravenclaw prefect: in a lifeguard uniform sitting on the edge of the tub, sexily. I see you don’t have a lifeguard here at your beach.
Gryffindor prefect: physically confused
Raveclaw prefect: acting sexy
Gryffindor prefect: I’m not at the beach-this is a bathtub.
House shenanigans
Ravenclaw: Slytherin, someone’s been kidnapped!
Slytherin: I swear to god if it’s Gryffindor-
Ravenclaw: It’s Gryffindor.
Slytherin: SoN oF a BiTcH!
House Vines
Gryffindor standing on the edge of one of the buildings in hogsmeade getting ready to jump.
Slytherin: unenthusiastically Don’t kill yourself.
Gryffindor: Planking on the edge I might!
Slytherin: still unenthusiastically while trying to grab griffindor Don’t kill yourself.
Gryffindor: Hanging upside down from the edge I might!
Slytherin: whilst pulling gryffindor by their feet That’ll ruin the trip, dude.
House Vines
At slytherins birthday party
Gryffindor: walking up to slytherin with a gift Happy birthday biiitch!
Slytherin: So you just bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday with a birthday gift?
Gryffindor: Happy birthday?
Slytherin: smashes glass on gryffindor’s head
House Vines
Ravenclaw: Buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up at McDonald’s.
Gryffindor: We going to McDonald’s if I don’t do my work!?
Ravenclaw: No!
House shenanigans
Hufflepuff: Why are people so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I would just be excited to have a bunk bed.
Slytherin:
Gryffindor:
Ravenclaw:
Gryffindor: I’m gonna to tell them.
Literally everybody: DON’T YOU DARE!!
What’s heavier?
Gryffindor: Got a question for you. What’s heavier? A kilogram of steel? Or a kilogram of feathers?
Time ticks
Gryffindor: That’s right. It’s a kilogram of steel. Because steel is heavier than feathers.
Gryffindor’s Show!
Gryffindor: What do you mean?
Slytherin: They’re both a kilogram.
Gryffindor: But steel is heavier than feathers...
Slytherin: Heh. I know, but they’re both a kilogram.
Gryffindor:...Wha?
Gryffindor’s Show!
A scale holding both a kilogram of feathers and steel stands before gryffindor. The scale is balanced.
Gryffindor: That doesn’t prove anything, because steel is heavier than feathers.
Hufflepuff: I know, but look. They’re both a kilogram. Right? So they’re the same.
Gryffindor: Ok, but look at the size of this. *points to the huge bag of feathers* That’s cheating!
Slytherin: *laughs* No, they’re the same weight!
Hufflepuff: *also laughing* it’s a kilogram!
Gryffindor: But steels heavier than feathers...
Gryffindor’s Show!
Ravenclaw examining the scale.
Ravenclaw: They’re both a kilogram.
Gryffindor: Oh no...oh, no, you, ah...no...
Hufflepuff: You alright?
Gryffindor: *sadly* I don’t get it.
Slytherin: Sorry...
Ravenclaw: Yeah...Don’t worry about it!
House Vines
Muggle Hufflepuff: *sitting in car in front of a Wendys with Gryfindor, who is recording Hufflepuff* Is Wendy working today? *faces the camera smiling*
Muggle Gryfindor: Bruh, you didn’t roll your window down.
Muggle Hufflepuff: Wha?
Muggle Hufflepuff: Is Wendy working today? *once again faces Gryfindor’s camera smiling*
Muggle Gryfindor: I think they’re closed.
Muggle Hufflepuff: Yeah me too.
Muggle Hufflepuff: Hey, is Wendy working today?
Muggle Gryfindor: Dude I think we’re at Taco Bell-
Muggle Hufflepuff: *tears in eyes* WhAt hOw!?
House Vines
Ravenclaw: *bursts through Hufflepuff’s common room door* WhY arEn’t tHe DiSHes iN AlPhaBeTiCal OrDeR!?
Hufflepuff: *sitting up from couch* What does that even mean?
House Vines
Ravenclaw prefect: *Singing while bursting into Slytherin’s dorm* Good morning~Good mooooorrrning~!!!!
Ravenclaw prefect: Wake up kiddo it’s Saturday!!
Slytherin: Ugh...Ravenclaw I was out late!
Ravenclaw prefect: *Takes a big slurp of tea* I know!
House Vines
Gryfindor: *checking under Hufflepuff’s bed* No monsters under your bed.
Hufflepuff: I know...They’re behind you now.
Gryfindor:
Hufflepuff:
Gryfindor: What?
House Vines
Hufflepuff: What do we want?
Gryfindor: Weed!
Hufflepuff: When do we want it?
Gryfindor: Weed!
Hufflepuff: I already said that.
Gryfindor: What do we want?
Hufflepuff: Weed!-I’m confused.
House Vines
Hufflepuff: I spilt lipstick in your Valentino bag.
Slytherin: Oh! You spill-WaWAwAWa-LIPSTICK In mY VaLeNtInO WHITE bAg!!
House Vines
Slytherin: *to literally everybody else* ThE BaGs uNdEr My eYeS ArE PRADA.
Slytherin: *Laughs menacingly*
Gryfindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff:...
Slytherin: Kill your family.