Sirius Black finds himself challenging his beliefs about blood purity and family with the help of his new friends in his first year at Hogwarts. Prequel to Through A Glass Darkly, but not necessary to read Darkly to understand this fic. Strong emphasis on Marauder/Gryffindor friendships and Black family relationships with some Sirius Black/Emmeline Vance.

He can't stop watching—not just his mouth, but James's entire face, the creases in his forehead and planes of his jaw. He starts to notice the flex of James's arms under his pajamas and the way water droplets bead up at his temples when he gets out of the shower at night, and he thinks he's going to be sick—thinks he might be losing his mind. x Sirius misses his opportunity.

Wizards still write with parchment and quills, and they don't know how to work TVs or phones or the Internet. For god's sake, wizards act like your blood is literally dirty if your parents aren't magical. Stick somebody who bangs the same sex in front of them, and most wizards basically shit themselves. xx Gay Hogwarts AU of Selling Sunset. Christine/Mary, Chrishell/Mary

It's 2017, and fourth year Slytherin Lucy Weasley is drowning in Muggle pop culture at a postmodern and rapidly globalizing Hogwarts. At least now she's got Al Severus in tow to abuse (and maybe to keep her company, too). M for language and some sexual themes.

With Voldemort, there was Dumbledore's Army—there was a staff full of professors who were quietly on their side—there was a student body ready to mobilize when Harry appeared in the Room of Requirement asking for their help. How is he supposed to fight nature? What is he supposed to do about an enemy that no one can touch?

The boy does not belong in Slytherin. If only it were that simple.

Watching his famous father perform on TV in 1981, Peter Pettigrew reflects on his family, the war, and his place in the world.

It's a patchwork fix, and we all know the way those leave holes. If you could make it all wrong to spare a little feud and save a little life, wouldn't you? Scribonia Capp takes the baby, Contessa, and runs thread-tracks all the way out of Monte Vista and around the bend. x An exploration of the discrepancies between Veronaville, Monte Vista, and Roaring Heights.

Scorpius Malfoy has been sorted into Hufflepuff, Albus Potter into Slytherin. With the first years' expectations turned upside-down, who knows what Albus's first year at Hogwarts will bring?

Ten landmarks from the life of Andromeda Tonks.

When the Dark Lord ascends, they say she will turn to his side any day. But never is the Dark Mark scratched across her arm.

"If there's ever another worthy group of marauders in this school," Moony added, "they'll find it." You forced yourself to believe him and finally did fifteen years later. Fred and George found the map when they were young, carefree, and innocent...

He's leaning against the statue of Boris the Bewildered with a practiced sort of ease that reminds you distinctly of Sirius, his hands stuck in the pockets of his robes. "I like you, Narcissa," he says, and you hate the way your name sounds on his lips.

The feather is stuffed in your hand, and you take your cue to leave. You hover outside the door, hear voices, hear your name: Wormtail, and it sounds different than before.

He was gone a solid four years and returned by a stroke of chance. But Harry's reunion with Dudley only makes light of the danger the Muggle has been in since his teenage brush with Dark Magic and thus his collision with Wizardkind. DISCONTINUED

She had a trick with flowers once, used to fingertip-kiss them from buds into full bloom, but now when she brushes the grass it crumbles to brittle brown, petals pluck off with wilted aching sighs and why does Lily break everything she touches. / Rated for non-graphic violence and self-harm.

Sometimes love's not diamonds; it just slips off course and skins its knees.

If she were to be honest with herself, Marlene wanted a family, an end to the war, a happiness she hadn't felt in what seemed like years. If she weren't... Marlene McKinnon, Sirius Black. Christmas.

He's always rather hated the quiet. xx Sir Cadagon.

Andromeda talks to Bellatrix about nothing.