DutchSlytherpuff
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It is the autumn of 1995 and Sirius Black has been stuck inside number twelve, Grimmauld Place for far too long – and now he’s lost something dear to him. But amidst his frantic searching of the house, he might find something else, something he didn’t know he was missing.
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- Part 5 of Bound by Blood
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The war is over, the battle won, but the wounds are all but healed.
Dennis Creevey tries to hold himself together at his brother’s funeral.
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- Part 1 of Gone
- Part 1 of For The Fallen
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Loss, Love, and Reconciliation by DutchSlytherpuff
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
26 Oct 2024
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The Black sisters have been divided by hatred far too long. Now, with the Dark Lord gone for good, will things change, or are they too far gone?
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- Part 4 of Bound by Blood
- Part 1 of What Remains Of Us
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Tradition is the golden thread that binds our lives together, weaving through every memory sweet ties that last forever. It shines a light on every face, adds luster to the commonplace, reminds us of a distant song and tells our hearts where we belong. Wrapping around us in the cold, it holds and warms us, young and old; sustains us through the storm and strife; infuses meaning into life, and witnesses that we are one – This family lasts forever. Tradition is the golden thread that binds our souls together. — Define (Divine) Tradition by Susan Noyes Anderson***
Regulus Arcturus Black is born into a family that upholds Tradition with passion and pride, a family where emotions frequently run high. Tempers flare when tensions are on the rise, and war is coming – whispers of danger grow louder with every passing day.
Young Regulus thinks nothing of this, for what is it to be thought of by a young boy? But his family cannot shield him from the world forever, and once you notice the way the world works... There's no way back.
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- Part 1 of Signed, R.A.B.
- Part 7 of Bound by Blood
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Gideon and Fabian try to help their aunt, whom they found lying in the streets of Muggle London.
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- Part 6 of Bound by Blood
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- English
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Now, God be thanked who has matched us with his hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping! With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power, To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping, Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary; Leave the sick hearts that honor could not move, And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary, And all the little emptiness of love! Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there, Where there’s no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending, Naught broken save this body, lost but breath; Nothing to shake the laughing heart’s long peace there, But only agony, and that has ending; And the worst friend and enemy is but Death. — Peace by Rupert Brooke***
This is a collection of stories about youngsters who got themselves involved with Voldemort's wars – both "good" and "evil", Death Eater, Order member, and Ministry workers alike, focusing especially on cases of indoctrination and/or peer pressure as reasons these young people lost it all.
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They say the world is round, and yet I often think it square, So many little hurts we get From corners here and there. But one great truth in life I've found, While journeying to the West- The only folks who really wound Are those we love the best. The man you thoroughly despise Can rouse your wrath, 'tis true; Annoyance in your heart will rise At things mere strangers do; But those are only passing ills; This rule all lives will prove; The rankling wound which aches and thrills Is dealt by hands we love. The choicest garb, the sweetest grace, Are oft to strangers shown; The careless mien, the frowning face, Are given to our own. We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest, And deal full many a thoughtless blow To those who love us best. Love does not grow on every tree, Nor true hearts yearly bloom. Alas for those who only see This cut across a tomb! But, soon or late, the fact grows plain To all through sorrow's test: The only folks who give us pain Are those we love the best. — Life's Scars by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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A collection of unrelated stories about related characters. In other words: family drama galore.
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While you weren't here I cried every night. A million tears fell, Still my heart wasn't right. While you weren't here I did what I could, Hoping against hope My decisions were good. While you weren't here I gained some in age. Things just went on And life turned a page. While you weren't here I just tried to go on, Knowing what didn't kill me Would only make me strong. While you weren't here A whole lot got changed. My life became different, My world rearranged. While you weren't here I had to learn to be alone, To stand on my two feet, To make my own home. So that's where I am now, At this stage of my life, Still scared and alone, Still coping with strife. And oh how I wish that Things could be different, That I could go back To a time in the past, To a time before You weren't here. — While You Weren't Here by Janet Michael
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People lose each other every day, in several ways. This is a collection of stories about that loss – through death, by choice, or otherwise.
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After the war perhaps I'll sit again Out on the terrace where I sat with you, And see the changeless sky and hills beat blue And live an afternoon of summer through. I shall remember then, and sad at heart For the lost day of happiness we knew, Wish only that some other man were you And spoke my name as once you used to do. — After the War by May Wedderburn Cannan
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After the war, a lot needs to happen before they can move on.
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If any question why we died, Tell them, because our fathers lied. — COMMON FORM by Rudyard Kipling, from his Epitaphs of the War***
Signed, R.A.B. is a strictly canon-compliant interpretation of Regulus Black's life story, starting with his childhood at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, and continuing all throughout his years at Hogwarts, where he forges friendships, and loses them, discovering the weight of both loyalty and betrayal. He learns about the violence and destruction that rages on outside the protective barriers the adults in his life set up around him and he is forced to grow up far too soon, swallowed whole by a war that threatens to take them all. He makes mistakes, some irreversible, and fights to set things right again – it ends with his death in the cave.
This is a journey shaped by power and privilege, unforgivable choices, and the pursuit of redemption in a world on the brink of destruction.
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