Headcanon that when Harry was a baby, Remus would come over and hold conversations with him as if he were an adult.
"Lily, Harry here says that you took away his broom. Is that true?"
"Now how did you know that?"
"Didn’t I just say? Harry told me."
"Hey, Harry, did you read what Fudge’s statement on the newspaper? He’s angling for Minister, you know. What do you think, will he run the country to the ground?"
"Well, if you say so, then I suppose I’ll have to trust him. If I come to regret this, it’s your fault."
"Are you taking political advice from a baby, Moony?”
“He’s not actually talking, James.”
"But of course he’s talking. He says he’s very sad that neither of you can understand him. And you call yourselves parents."
And as the war progresses, sometimes Remus stops visiting for weeks at a time, and then shows up looking worse for wear and not looking anyone in the eye and refusing James’ offers to let him borrow his razor or use his shower and Lily’s offers that she’s always here to talk and just asks where Harry is. And then one time Lily stands behind the doorway and listens as he talks to Harry, just like he always does.
"…Don’t give me that. I’ve heard enough of it from your father… I know, I know, I don’t like it either. But I swear, I’m doing all of this for you. For you and your Mummy and your Daddy… Don’t worry. Everything’s so scary right now, isn’t it? But don’t worry. If it’s the last thing I do, I swear to you, I’ll keep you safe."
I am literally the friend that gives relationship advice and is always single.
When a mutual unfollows you
my favorite thing about school was sitting with your friend and flipping through a random textbook pointing at ugly pictures and saying “that’s you.”