The Marauders used to take turns taking care of Harry when the others had Order business or were too busy or needed a night off. It became a tradition among them, as they were passing the baby into the next caretaker’s hands, to say “you’re it. good luck.”
The last thing Sirius saw as he was falling through the veil was Remus running over to Harry, and the last thought that ran through his head was “you’re it. good luck.”
The other day I had a really good idea for a story:
A high school Shakespeare club angrily splits into two groups when they can’t agree on the correct interpretation of Romeo and Juliet. One group thinks it’s a cautionary tale about the stupidity of youth and shallow lust; the other group think it’s a beautiful tragedy about poisonous hatred conquered by love. Reconciliation seems impossible-
-then a person from one group falls in love with a person from the other
Summary: They weren’t supposed to cross Dobie Road.
Prompt: Blaine and Kurt meet when they’re little, when Blaine knocks on Kurt’s bedroom window and asks to play. Blaine is a demon, though he’s obvs very un-demonish except for maybe horns and wings. Kurt’s parents sees him one time and forbids Kurt from seeing him again. Years later a teenage demon boy turns up on their doorstep. Blaine left his family when he refused to act the way he should. Happy ending with Blaine/Kurt & Hummels~