Dan: In the fifth film, you came to the set, and we had probably had the biggest talk about the character, even though it wasn’t major thing, but I was asking you questions about the relevance of Dumbledore’s Army and how important that is in terms of what will happen later. I remember what you said to me, that it’s very important because at some point Harry will have to lead large numbers of people.
Jo: Yeah, the only real resistance, the only organized real resistance.
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Femslash
Threesomes and Moresomes
“Harry…I as good as killed them,” he croaked. “I persuaded Lily and James to change to Peter at the last moment, persuaded them to use him a Secret-Keeper instead of me…I’m to blame, I know it…the night they died, I’d arranged to check on Peter, make sure he was still safe, but when I arrived at his hiding place, he’d gone. Yet there was no sign of struggle. It didn’t feel right. I was scared. I set out for your parents’ house straight away. And when I saw their house, destroyed, and their bodies - I realised what Peter must have done. What I’d done.”
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Sirius couldn’t wipe the smile from his lips. He walked through Diagon Alley his face split in the widest grin he thought he’d ever had. Comparable only to the day he’d seen James and Lily married, and probably the day he’d become an Animagus. He turned into one of the twists of the alley, and saw Quality Quidditch Supplies. As he moved past it, he saw one of the miniature broomsticks and stopped to stare at it. He was going to be the one to buy this kid a broomstick. That was the decision he made right then and there. Next year, he’d come back and buy this for his first birthday, and then, when it was five, the legal age one could fly for the first time, he’d come back and buy a proper broom, and then the next when he out grew it. He didn’t know why he’d assigned himself the role of buying brooms, he was just so happy he wanted to make a million different promises to himself, to swear that this kid was going to grow up in a better place than it was now.
It felt like he was glowing from the inside out, like he’d swallowed a box of Wet-Start-Fireworks. It seemed to repel all the darkness from the world. As if this day was going to change the world. Sirius knew it was stupid, it was after all, just the birth of a baby, but to him, it was the most important thing in the world. He moved past the shop, and the crowd of twisted souls, embittered masses and dangerous wizards, seemed to part for him, as if this glow in his chest was talisman against all that was evil in the world. He turned into a dark alleyway and apparated at once.
He landed in the square in Godric’s Hollow. There in the square was the cat, the small Russian grey, Lily’s cat. It was the only way anyone but Peter could visit, the only way to circumvent the hex, and not know their actual location. The cat led Sirius on, walking up the high street, and then, where there was just a spare block moments prior, a quaint cottage appeared as the cat stepped over the threshold. Sirius waked forwards, and knocked on the door. The door swung open, with an ecstatic looking James matching Sirius’ earlier grin. They hugged without a word.
No one cared about security questions, no one cared about anything except what Sirius would soon lay his eyes on. James bounded backwards into the house, his youthful exuberance back, almost like when the two of them sprinted away from Filch after any prank. Sirius followed James up the stairs, moving into their bedroom, he paused before pushing the already ajar door completely open. He knew what was waiting for him at the other side. The child. He had no idea why it made him so happy, it wasn’t his son after all, despite the jokes he and Lily made to James. It just seemed like the only light in a dark world. As much as it was James and Lily’s, it was Sirius’. The kid would grow up with a family of Marauders as parents too.
Finally Sirius took a deep breath, and pushed the door open. The image was overwhelming. James with his arm around Lily, who was propped up in bed, looking exhausted but completely serene, holding a small bundle of blankets in her arms. Their attention was completely on it, smiling a kind of smile Sirius had never seen on either. James finally looked up, beckoning Sirius over. He took a seat on the tiny edge of bed next to Lily. Her eyes didn’t even notice Sirius, they were not leaving the bundle of cloth. Sirius saw a look of hunger in her eyes, as if she could never look at the child long enough to fulfil her yearning for him, as if she would never have enough love to give to him. That was a mother’s look. Sirius had seen Mrs Potter look at James that way, Mrs Lupin look at Remus that way and Mrs Pettigrew look at Pete that way. He’d never been looked at in that way, so this, this look from Lily to Harry, it was making it all so much more overwhelming.
Finally Lily noticed Sirius, and she looked up at him, her eyes shining, and passed him the small bundle of cloth. “Harry, I’d like you to meet your godfather,” Lily whispered. Sirius felt the imaginary fireworks from earlier explode inside him as he looked up at Lily and James’ smiling faces, feeling the warm bundle of cloth his skin. This was a life, a human life, here in his arms, something he just wanted to care for, and protect, as if those innate sense just woke up in him. “Wouldn’t Remus be the smarter choice?” Was the first thing he said, not thank you, or try to express how honoured he was, just that. Lily laughed softly. “Mate, how often do we make the smart choice?” James said, shaking his head. “You’ll do wonderfully Sirius,” Lily reassured him, placing her hand on his so he could better hold the Harry. “I have faith in you.”
Finally he looked down at it, though he knew now he should stop saying it and call it Harry, or better yet, his godson. Harry looked like James, that was Sirius’ first thought as he stared at him. He had his nose, his mouth, even his light wisps of dark hair were unruly looking, but maybe he’d imagined that. “It looks like you Prongs,” Sirius said, laughing to James “Poor kid,” he added jokingly. Then, the baby stirred, and Sirius panicked for a moment, knowing it was his fault probably, but Lily didn’t move her reassuring hand from his. Harry’s eyelids fluttered, and then they were open. Green, the brightest of green eyes took in Sirius, drank him in as if he was the most interesting thing Harry had ever seen. “He’s got your– ” Sirius started but Lily interrupted. “Eyes. We know,” she smiled. “He’s beautiful,” Sirius said, gushing for the first time in his life.
He looked back to Harry, just as the baby began reaching his arms forwards, looking distressed. Sirius looked across at Lily in panic again, and she gave another soft laugh. Lily lifted one of his hands, and put it closer to Harry who inspected it for a moment. His green eyes examined it long enough that Sirius actually felt self-conscious, before Harry gave the tiniest of smiles, and then he placed one little hand around Sirius thumb. The touch was enough to soften even Sirius close to tears. There was this tiny little hand, this tiny little product of James and Lily, the tiny little light amdist all the darkness. Finally as he just continued staring at this child, overcome with the kind of emotions he’d laugh at people for having, he felt part of his old self return, even as Harry held onto him. “Pity about the name,” Sirius said, looking up at James, who looked confused for a moment. “Should’ve gone for Elevendork.”
The moment when you realize she was screaming “JAMES!” before she died….
I can’t….
Adrian Rawlins —who played Daniel Radcliffe’s father in the Harry Potter series— played the same character in the 1989 version as Radcliffe plays in this film.
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LILY AND UMBRIDGE
“Ah, so you’re the new girl they’ve hired in the Auror’s office. I heard you’re quite good. For a Muggleborn.”
“You must be Dolores Umbridge. I heard you’re good at your job. For a cat lady.”
“Hem hem. You are a…spitfire. Aren’t you?”
NARCISSA, FRANK AND LILY
“Is that Lucius Malfoy’s bird?”
“Yes.”
“Does she always look like she’s got a stick rammed up her arse?”
