Stories by Luna Rapunzel

It's 2017, and fourth year Slytherin Lucy Weasley is drowning in Muggle pop culture at a postmodern and rapidly globalizing Hogwarts. In the wake of a family tragedy, she learns more than she bargained for about herself and the people she calls kin. T for language and some sexual themes.

Sirius wants to switch Secret-Keepers, but this time, it unfolds differently. This time, when Sirius asks, Peter comes clean. AU. Endgame Sirius/Remus.

They're not gay or anything, but James and Sirius bang sometimes. Correction: they banged sometimes. That, of course, all grinds to a halt when Sirius has to go and send Snape down the Whomping Willow on a full moon, and when it does, James goes looking for a replacement. James/Sirius, James/Peter

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

A series of nonlinear sketches describing the family and blood politics at the wedding of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, set from the perspectives of various guests. CW: self-harm.

"But—we have to talk about this," Sirius says. "You kiss me, and I'm dating Remus, and then you ask Evans out the next morning? You're not acting like yourself, and now you've been dodging me all day. I haven't told him, you know. I just want things to be…" Yeah. Yeah, James just wants things to be, too, but he doesn't have the luxury of pretending like they are. xx JPSB JPLE RLSB

Nothing's fair in love and war anymore. xx The sixth and seventh years and beyond. JPLE, MMSB, (very) slow burn RLSB. Starts light, gets darker.

When Mum burns him off the family tapestry, Sirius burns, too. CW: child abuse.

Mum hits with her hands, but Regulus doesn't believe it's just about the Trace. Drabble. CW: mentioned child abuse.

At the first crack of thunder, James's hand flies to his pocket—but the phials that are going to turn them into Animagi are light-years away in Gryffindor Tower, and he and Sirius are rooted to Snape's bedside, unable to move. When they return to the dormitory, they find Peter sitting in bed with one empty phial and two whose contents are not clear, not blood red, but black.

It's 1981, and Peter wakes up in St. Mungo's with no memory of who he is. Peter/James, Lily/James, Marauder friendship.

Does he know what he wants? He thinks he does, buried somewhere deep inside where his conscious mind can't reach, but he pushes this thought out of his head the instant it occurs to him. It's not real if James doesn't give it the time of day, and some things are better left in the night. xx Sirius moves in with the Potters the summer before sixth year. Tension ensues.

A trans AU imagining of Lily and James's fifth year at Hogwarts. FTM James, MTF Lily. 6 chapters total, posting 1 per day.

Voldemort has been dead for two years, and Harry is supposed to have everything he wants—but he can't stop looking over his shoulder.

Narcissa and Sirius come out as trans together. Sirius's transition goes smoothly. Narcissa's doesn't.

Even at Adam's age, Sam was already thinking about college—talking to guidance counselors and sneaking off to the library after school, taking notes on the universities he researched in spiral notebooks he thought John didn't notice. John noticed. John always notices. It's just—easier sometimes to act like he doesn't.

Severus calling Lily a Mudblood will be the last straw, but it won't be the first.

If Remus wants to do a trial run of coming out, knowing that he can claim it was all a ruse—worst-case scenario, he goes back to hiding who he is when all's said and done, but best-case, people get used to it without the world falling apart, and Remus gets to stay out after their "relationship" unravels. And if he gets to cuddle up to Sirius a little in the meantime— RLSB JPSB JPLE

It doesn't think of Sirius as a victim, not really. The reasons he's in here are good enough for the Ministry, and they're certainly good enough for the dementor. If anything's the victim, it is. After all, without minds like Sirius's to feast on, it's got nothing but a void that stretches endlessly into misery, and nothing should have to live like that, not even a virus like it.

Damocles gives his address to Remus, but Remus isn't planning on ever using it. He barely knows the bloke, after all, and Mum wouldn't really kick him out before Remus had a way to pay his own rent. That's what he thinks, anyway, until the next full moon rolls around. xx Damocles Belby invents the Wolfsbane Potion to help Remus. The potion lasts; their relationship does not. RD RS

"It'll be okay, James, I swear. You've still got me." This, at least, is the truth—the whole truth. Peter's not a very good person—he knows he's not—but at least James can always count on him. Peter is nothing if not predictable. xx Peter's perspective on the aftermath of Sirius's prank on Snape. Peter/James with a tiny hint of Remus/Sirius.

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

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 Lesbian Hogwarts AU of Selling Sunset. Christine/Mary, Chrishell/Mary

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.

Gideon sees things about her that would make Ted's dogma fracture from the edges in, but Andromeda doesn't have a dogma, just a name on a rug in London, and a migraine. For Wendy Brune.

Scrapped chapters and deleted scenes, some of which work as standalone one-shots, from my WIP, Through A Glass Darkly, and its prequel, Legacy. Chapter 7: An alternate beginning to Chapter 25 (and thus an alternate kickoff to Part Five).

He wants to live forever because maybe that will be long enough to find—something. He wants to hear the whimpers because they are not his.

Braiding Margaery's hair for the wedding, Sansa and her not-quite-sister share a moment. For Rosawyn.

It's the year of the Second War at Hogwarts, and Ginny can't seem to stop making questionable life choices in the hallways. Her hands are stained green like Astoria's dress robes. For starlightmoonprincess.

You look like a trashy novel, says James. You look like it's past your bedtime, says Dorcas.

Everyone at the gala knows that there's this far and then there's too far. Bella is too far. Narcissa's dress robes are violet.

Andromeda talks to Bellatrix about nothing.

"Straight women," said Septima. "God, you never recover from anything." Pottermore-compliant. For the RLt Green Room and the plot bunny by truthsetfree.

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

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.

His eyes are big and stretched apart and his nose is weaker than he wants it and he's got Hepburn lips and calluses and folds over his belly that he's losing, little by little, with every full moon, and to Mary he is flawless in every way she has ever seen him, fat and malnourished and grey and grinning and sad. / Mary after Remus. Rated for nonexplicit sexual content and selfharm.

He dreamed a happy reunion he wasn't going to get and he still dreams it sometimes, wakes up mopping sweat off his body with a silver hand, picks up the quill and puts down the quill and picks up the quill and writes Remus's name and puts it down again and crumples the parchment into a small small ball, crumples himself too. What do you do when not even the drugs want you?

It wasn't just-the-Azkaban, it was his parents too and the blasting burning off the walls and James dying and Lily dying and Peter dying and Peter not dying anymore, just reeking of shame and you-killed-my-best-friend, and his cousin's face flooded with ember delight, Kedavra-happy, and mostly James dying, probably, but what the hell did Remus know, he wasn't him. / Sirius dies.

and oh Lily, Lily, why did she have to walk?

She had a lot of things once, and now she doesn't, and she has different things instead, like in-laws and floors that don't creak. That tapestry at Walburga's is horrid, though, isn't it?

There are twenty-four children blazing out with knives on tomorrow, and River's ready to be one of them. Merry Christmas, TikiPrincess!

She remembers every Tuesday she shrank herself trying to fit in his lap while he studied in the library and their pinkies linked and she prayed she could tread on all their eggshells without cracking them, hack away her angles until she fit him, somehow.

Draco returns home during his sixth year to face his demons, again. For Inkfire and The Reviews Lounge, Too Reviewathon.

Bellatrix duels Hermione in the Final Battle. For Lvl2DragonTamer.

And then there were three.

Isn't that what Blacks are good for? Exploiting others to save their own skins?

Lily knows she's going to die soon.

It's not so much that they hate as that they've never had the chance to love. The Black brotherhood through Andromeda's eyes.

Dorcas and Peter and knowing too much and running out of time. Dorcas Meadowes's final words.

She's working part-time at Madame Malkin's when Draco meets her, and he decides she's worth the trouble of small talk when she doesn't flinch at the Dark Mark on his forearm. Draco and Astoria. Written for khasael at LiveJournal's Hogwarts Is Home.

Sirius Black has always made Remus somewhat uncomfortable. Implied Remus/Sirius.

They'd ponder peace and war and wizardry and look at each other like they mattered, like they were so far apart from their sad little lives that maybe, maybe, they could make a difference. Peter Pettigrew. Rated for slight language.

Andromeda's had a lot of practice at making them believe she belongs. xx For Maddie and Misty.

What is it about you purebloods and you-you-your darn purity? You gave me rubbish about Sev for five years, and then you turn around and say that Meadowes, that-that Dora is your new best mate because of-of what, her name? Her father's money? JamesDorcas

Which way will you fall? xx Peter is Sorted.

Her only ammunition is a breakable fantasy. xx For Wendy Brune.

This is George minus Fred plus paranoia, always looking over his shoulder with a wisecrack at hand-

What if it were all just a cosmic joke, a game between two pawns? Who was he without a bane of his existence? xx Sirius versus Gideon, and maybe nothing more. Various ships.

One week, seven roses, no note. xx Happy Valentine's Day.

It's probably not fair to get his hopes up like this. JPLE

He hasn't felt very necessary since the war was won. No ships.

They don't call her frigid for nothing. JPLE

She's mid-scowl by the time she realizes he's stuffed parchment in her hand. xx Tedromeda. For HPFC's EE Cummings Challenge.

Did you want a witch who likes Transfiguration? Did you finally notice that I'm a redhead? ... Was there someone else? xx James is unfaithful. For HPFC.

Pansy's a bitter little thing, all acid rain and sardonic smiles, and she gives Astoria not snide insults but carefully worded wounds. xx A confrontation eight years in the brewing.

And he would get things to be right again-just as long as he kept carrying a Snitch in his pocket and hexing the Slytherins whenever they got in his way. xx Seven years of Marauding and a moment not. Hinted RLSB.

She doesn't know how to articulate that he looks so classic James today, all Quidditch and confidence and windswept hair, and it makes her sick but it mostly makes her lonely. xx Summer at Lily's. JPLE

They say that she's gone mad this summer. xx Emmeline's disillusionment.

He knows better than to make mistakes. xx James regrets.

Oh so funny to think that someday it'll be you: people telling the story of Lily and James, how they loved and they fought and they fell, like they know you, when really, you're all on your own. xx James, before death.

Of course they'll never be, if she plays hard to catch. xx When cocky and cruel falls for the nonbeliever. Rabastan x Andromeda.

He was a sidekick, a minor antagonist, and he wanted the glory. xx It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways. Rabastan Lestrange. Hourglass nominee!

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

Narcissa was the only cousin not named for the stars.

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.

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'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.

He'd never been quite right since the night Lily and James were killed.

Ten questions from the indecisive nature of Regulus Black.

Dumbledore called me a brave man once, but I do not deserve the honor of that title. Do you see him now, Lily? He is dead by my hand and the hand of silly power, and here I lie...

She always thought her life was picture perfect. Mary Macdonald.

"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...

If only Prongs could see him now, curled like a cat on his couch, door locked, whimpering like a human at the pain. But there was no Madam Pomfrey to save him... he'd live with the soreness lasting days on end because there were no wounds to heal.

Twelve reminders of Sirius Black's past inescapable.

Seven flaws and insecurities from the dark side of Lily Potter.

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.

Ten landmarks from the life of Andromeda Tonks.

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?

Seven ironies of Tom Riddle at Hogwarts. Nominated for two RL Awards.

You're looking for replacement.

It's what you want, isn't it? The Dark Arts.