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Someone: *Trying to openly flirt with Sirius* “Come on, I don’t bite”

Remus: *Smashes through a wall* *Knocks over bookshelves* *Rolls up sleeves* “I do!”

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Imagine being a ghost of the castle and Fred is the only one who can see you

The Forgotten | Prologue, Part 1

Word count: 604

Warnings: None

“Don’t you see georgie?” Fred pointed his finger at you from across the hall. You were floating carelessly by the great hall’s grand window, unaware of the ginger boy, who’s attention you had captured. To him you appeared too young to belong as “one of the generic ghosts of hogwarts”, unlike the many long dead. He was filled with burning curiosity and wondered what it was about you that made him so drawn to you. All of this was unbeknownst to you of course, because surely “Why would anyone care about you, you were invisible”.

“I told you before mate, there’s nothing there.” Seeing nothing, george retorted and took a hold of his brothers arm in the hopes of dragging him away from the seemingly vacant hall. Fred protested by tearing his arm out of his brothers grip, clinging himself closer to the edge of the door frame to get a better look at you. Unlike the rest of the ghosts of the castle, which appeared like a washed out copy of their former selves alive, you however, had an ethereal aura around you, a faint glow if you like. If it weren't for your drained complexion and clearly pained expression, Fred could have sworn that you weren’t even a ghost at all.

You stared longingly through the stained glass window, and brought your hand up to the glass only to have it go straight through without even touching it. One of the many inconveniences about being a ghost was that you could not interact with anything in the living. Only your spiritual appearance remained. Finally deciding that hovering around the Main hall had lost its excitement, you turned away towards the wall and floated straight through it to the next corridor.

Fred, completely ensnared by your delicate glow, promptly detached himself from the frame of the door and hasty followed after you and leaving his confused brother. Fred picked up the pace in order to keep up with you. Ascending higher, you moved up through the many floors and finally stopped at the Astronomy Tower. Your favourite place to settle when all the lights in hogwarts go out and the students retire to bed after hours.

Fred took one long exasperated sigh and began climbing staircase upon staircase to find you. What was it about you that made him so drawn to you? That was one question that Fred did not know the answer to. All that he knew was that he had to see you, know you...understand you.

All out of breath, Fred finally reached the door of the Astronomy tower, and after hearing no voices from inside he slowly opened the oak door to find you staring out at the thousands of stars that littered the cloudless sky.

“Wow” Fred exhaled to himself. In the night light your usual aura surrounding you had become a golden radiance, filling the room as you gazed at the stars. There were no other words to describe it, you were...beautiful. The arrogance and snarky nature that normally occupied Fred was now gone. Only complete and utter wonder and curiosity. He took a step forward. “Who are you?” he questioned.

Your breath hitched in your throat. Turning your head, you now notice the ginger boy who was standing in bewilderment in front of you.

You must have been seeing things, right? That was the only explanation. Why on earth would there be someone finally seeing you after all this time? With confusion clouding your judgment, you had almost forgot that he was still looking at you...straight at you.

“You...you can see me?”

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Imagine being a ghost of the castle and Fred is the only one who can see you.

The Forgotten - Prologue

Things die, but they don’t always stay dead. For so long, I struggled with the idea of being dead and I often wondered how my life was so easily taken away from me. As of now I can’t remember exactly how I died, frankly, I can’t remember much from before and I don’t even care...but you get the picture. All that matters is that I died once - I don't recommend it. I always had this feeling as though my humanity was completely stripped away from me and there was no part of me left worth remembering. But, every now and then, memories of my life in Hogwarts would flash to the surface of my mind and it paints a clearer picture. I was a student at Hogwarts and I had friends… although even now, I can’t remember their faces. Part of what makes this whole experience so difficult is that no one can see me, and even though there are many lingering ghosts floating around the castle who are clearly visible to the naked eye. I am one of the few that no one can see. No matter how hard I tried, there was no one who could see me. That is, until I met him. 

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Requests

Hey everyone! I have decided to close my requests box for now because I have SO MANY prompts and request that I have in the works so that asks box will be closed temporarily. Thank you to everyone who submitted a request!! You should see more writing soon! Thank you so much for your love and feedback! You guys are so amazing!

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Imagine being on your period and Remus thinks you’re hurt because he can smell blood.

Requested: Yes

“(Y/N)? Are you hurt? What’s going on??!!!”

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Full Moon - Part 2

Remus Lupin imagine 

(Part 1)

Request: Hello! I saw that you accept prompts so I’d like to suggest something if it’s not a problem. Would you mind writing about 37- Please don’t leave me again and 12- But I love you anyway with young Remus, please? I have an idea for context in mind but you can ignore it I wouldn’t mind. So, uhm, our cutie here hurts the reader , which who he’s in a relationship with, during a full moon and decided to break things off with her to protect us but she keeps being there for him? Please house free!

37) “Please don’t leave me again”

12)”But I love you anyway”

Word count: 2208 (whoops)

a/n: Here it is guys! Part 2 is finally posted. Thank you so much for all of your love from Part 1. I’m so glad that you liked it. I got a bunch of requests for me to hurry up with the second part so here it is! I really appreciate your feedback and I hope you enjoy! and I’m sorry it took so long.

Blinding flashes obscured your vision. Each time you opened your eyes, they would be viewing a different scene. You don’t remember much, only that you felt a constant searing pain all along your left side from your injured leg and up your torso from where you were dragged so forcefully against the ground. The first time that you had urged yourself to open your eyes, you were being carried by someone unknown, your weak limbs hanging at your sides, as they sprinted through the castle.

“MADAM POMFREY!” The person carrying you called in distress, sending an everlasting echo to chime up and down the halls of the school. Their grip on you was tight so that you would not fall, but the compression was making the pain unbearable.

“Re-Remus…” you uttered, barely a whisper leaving your lips. Teeth, claws, screaming, pain, and then darkness. All floating around in your mind. Leaving imprints of your last horrific moments, etched into your brain. Where was he now? Was he okay?

“It’s going to be okay, Y/N” The voice sputtered, gaining momentum to sprint up another flight of stairs.

“MADAM POMFREY!”

You blinked weakly, your eyes focusing on the new room. White beds were sprawled out all along the edges, tall windows revealing the still darkness outside, and a nervous looking woman who was making her way towards you.

“My goodness! What happened to her, boy?” Madam pomfrey shrieked, gasping as her eyes landed on your damaged and bleeding leg, blood still escaping from the open wound than run from above your knee, and twisted round to the back of your calf. She made a move forward as to inspect the injury further, but thought better of it and brought her hand up to your neck to examine your pulse first. Her warm fingertips were assuring as she discharged a sigh of relief.

“Shes was attacked out in the forest, just now! Please, you have to help her!” you recognized the voice. You willed your eyes to open, looking up and seeing Sirius’ distraught expression. His white school shirt was cloaked in dirt and blood. His usually tidy mane was a left in a ragged heap on top his head. Still, panting from running up so many flights of stairs to get to the hospital wing.

“Lower her on a bed, quickly!” Urged madam Pomfrey. In a moments notice, you went from floating in agony, to cushioned with relief, as your body was lightly placed on the nearest hospital bed. Madam Pomfrey had disappeared behind a curtain and reappeared with a wet cloth and a small, whiskey colored vial. She smoothly dabbed the wet cloth onto your oozing limb, cleaning the remainder of the wound.

“Did you see what attacked her?” She said, not looking up at Sirius. After cleaning the damaged area, she promptly unhinged the vial and began dripping its contents onto your leg. Slowly, a tingling sensation took over your entire lower half. Your left side twitched as the inflicted region began to close. The shredded area was shrinking, and the skin stretched to close the deep laceration.

“Boy! Did you see what attacked her or not?” Madam pomfrey exclaimed, snapping her fingers in front of Sirius’ face. His bewildered eyes not moving from your closing wound.

“I..uhm..I didn’t see it, no” Shaking his head, running a nervous hand through his dark hair. He looked from your healing limb to your face where dirt had gathered among your hair and splattered across your face. He took a deep breath.

“Do you think-”

“That she’ll still be able to walk?” Madam pomfrey interrupted him. He nodded his head and looked up her stern face.

“She will be able to walk out of here herself” She breathed, looking down at your somber expression. “But I doubt she’ll walk out of here without some obvious scarring. Whatever happened to her tonight, that going to stay with her. Whether she likes it or not, she’ll need to adapt to her new..” Madam pomfrey stopped and looked down at her blood covered hands and let out a heavy sigh before pulling her head up and a ghost of a smile lay upon her lips. “Oh! what am I saying? You’d better go now, young man. Clean that blood off your shirt and return to your dormitory at once.” She announced.

He made a movement forwards as to argue with her statement but she silenced him. “You can visit her in the morning, once she’s had some rest.” She said smoothly, turning her head to look down at your weak frame.

“A long rest”

You awoke with a stir. Your eyes fluttering open at the bright room above you. You felt numb, although there was no more lingering pain anywhere, you felt hollow, as if something had been snatched away from you. Slowly, looking around at the hospital bed surrounding the room, you became aware of the last moments that you remembered before you fell asleep. Next to you lay a pair newly added crutches that would be used when you were finally ready to leave the hospital wing as well and two figures, heads slouched forward, fast asleep in an uncomfortable position on the waiting chairs

“Sirius? James?” You murmured, trying to gain their attention. You took notice at how there was someone missing, someone who you thought would sure want to see you. Where was Remus?

James’ eyes quivered and then opened. He became animated when he saw that you were looking back at him. “Dude!” He said, nudging Sirius hard in the ribs. Sirius woke with a start and looked around to process his surroundings, until eventually recognizing that you were awake.

“What…What happened?” You groaned, sitting up in your bed, turning towards the two boys next to you. Both Sirius and James looked at each other in unison. They nodded and James spoke. “Well, we…stopped him before.. he could do any long lasting damage.” pausing to recollect his words, staring at your bandaged limb. “But by the time we had got there, he already did a number on your leg.” They breathed, looking immediately from you then down at their shoes, not meeting your gaze. You understood their nervous behavior but curiosity was still nipping at you and you had to know.

“Where is he?” Your hoarse voice sounding more a whisper, and you thought for a moment that they hadn’t heard you when they took their time to look back at you.

They gazed at you with regret in their eyes before Sirius decided to speak up. “He tried coming to see you” When he saw your confusion etching itself onto your face, Sirius continued. “Really! he did. But, he’s real messed up about what he did, you should see him. He hasn’t slept, he hasn’t eaten, and I’ve seen him try and walk through those doors so many times but only managing to get half way because he didn’t want to see the damage that he had inflicted on you. ”

It was as if someone had rammed a sledge hammer into your chest. Staring at Sirius and James, your face fell as a look of despair etched onto your features. “He doesn’t want to see me?” You questioned more to yourself than anyone else. You straightened up and pulled back the covers, promptly swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

“Woah woah! Y/N, stop, you are in no position to walk just yet!” Exclaimed James. He and Sirius both coming to your side and urging you to get back into bed. Their antics were of no use, however, for you had already grabbed the crutches next to you and placed all your weight onto your uninjured leg and began moving towards the door. Pain shot up between your ribs but you pushed through it as they continued to call after you. “Y/N come back you haven’t fully healed yet!”

You blocked their voices out of your mind because the only thing occupying it at the moment was to find Remus. If he wasn’t going to come to you then you were going to go to him. You were so focused on getting to the door that you had almost marched right into someone entering the room. Your mouth stood agape as you took in the sight before you. Remus.

He looked hallowed, and pained. Trying to hold his head up to meet your stare but could not bring himself to do it. His eyes were swollen and red as well as a fading bruise on the side of his cheek where James had kicked him. There was no usual charisma emanating off of him like usual. In its place, a cold and empty gaze. His normally flush complexion was now thin and pale, a ghost in his place. To the best of your ability you made a subtle movement forward to embrace him but he shrugged you off and let his eyes meet the ground instead. You pulled your hands back towards yourself as if they were just severely burned.

“I think this is our queue to leave.” Murmured James to Sirius as they silently scrambled past you and Remus, leaving you staring at him in shock. As the doors closed behind them, an awkward and empty silence filled the room. Tears brimmed in your eyes  as he continued to avoid your gaze. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you could feel the blood rising to your cheeks.

“Remus? Talk to me.” You pleaded, voice becoming hoarse.

“I…” he started. “ I cant… be with you anymore Y/N” he mumbled. Finally meeting your wide, tear stricken eyes. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt, trying desperately to find something to distract himself. You racked your brain for words to say, something…anything that could express the amount of shock that was coursing through you, but nothing came. A lumped formed in your throat and it became to painful to speak.

“What?”

“I’m a monster Y/N. An abnormality, a freak, a monstrosity, call it what you will, but I came this close to killing you the other night.” He brought his thumb and his index finger close together, leaving little to no space between them. “I don’t know what I would have done if I had bitten you. I could’ve passed my... disease onto you! You would be a freak, like me! Succumbing to the moon every month, being tortured by your own bodily clock.“ His voice rising, filling the empty atmosphere. “But not only that..” he said taking a step closer to you. “I could have killed you. Do you know what that would have done to me. I cant live in a world where I was the reason that your heart stopped beating. What I did to your leg is barely scratching the surface of the type of damaged that I could have caused. That is why.. I cant see you anymore. You need to be as far away from me as possible”

You brought your palm up to his bruised cheek and caressed the tender skin.

Once again he snatched himself away from your touch, afraid of leaving any possibility to hurt you again. He swiftly turned his head and moved towards the door, leaving you in the open space.

“Please don’t leave me again!” You called, making him to stop in his tracks. Turning his head back towards you. He strained to keep a straight face. “I have to Y/N! Don’t you see? I’m a monster!” He yelled, disgust lacing his voice.

“Do you think that actually matters to me? You questioned. You had never once in your life thought that Remus was any less of a human being than you were. It broke your heart to think that Remus did not want to be with you because of how low he thought of himself in this moment.

“No matter what you might think” you started. “I love you anyway!” You stammered, moving forward on your crutches so that you were almost inches away from him. “Do you really think it matters to me that you’re a werewolf, I don’t care. Remus, I love you for you. Please don’t shut me out when I know the best choice is to be there for you. I don’t care what happened, I really don’t. Please just know that even though in might get a little difficult sometimes, I will always help you through it.” You declared, staring up at his glassy eyes. “So don’t you dare suggest that we part ways..... then you might as well have already killed me.”

In a moments notice he wrapped his long arms around your torso, holding you close. He buried his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing you in. You squeezed him tight, allowing both your bodies to melt together as every muscle lost its tension. Despite the heaviness in your chest, it fluttered at the feeling of his body pressed against yours. You took one long relieved sigh and slowly let go of each others embrace. As you stared up at him, you knew that you would always be there for him and he would always be there for you.

So here it is! part to completed. In all honesty I don’t think it was as good as the first part, it feels kind of rushed towards the end BUT i would absolutely love you feedback lol i hope this wasn't terrible, I tried my best to make it sooper fluffy but anyway I hope you liked it!

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Full Moon - Part 1

Remus Lupin Imagine

(Part 2)

Request: Hello! I saw that you accept prompts so I'd like to suggest something if it's not a problem. Would you mind writing about 37- Please don't leave me again and 12- But I love you anyway with young Remus, please? I have an idea for context in mind but you can ignore it I wouldn't mind. So, uhm, our cutie here hurts the reader , which who he's in a relationship with, during a full moon and decided to break things off with her to protect us but she keeps being there for him? Please house free! 

37) “Please don’t leave me again”

12)”But I love you anyway”

Word count: 1300 (ish)

Warnings: Violent descriptions

a/n: Thank you so much for requesting this! I had SO much fun writing it! I cant wait to see what you all come up with in the future! I feel like this was a good note to leave it on and I will add the rest of the prompt into a part 2! I hope thats okay, I have everything planned out, dont worry

A chill was settling in the dark winter air as you and your boyfriend Remus were making your way down to the Quidditch Pitch to watch James play. Remus looked as though he would rather be somewhere else, with a far off look stuck in his eyes. He gripped his jumper tightly, taking long uneasy breaths as if the chilled breeze was causing him severe internal pain. You noticed on your trek to down from the castle that Remus constantly pulled back his scarf from around his neck and spent a decent amount of time trying to scratch himself. It wasn't long before you reached the entrance of the quidditch pitch and Remus let out a painful cry and went rigid, his head rolling backwards.

“Remus? Are you okay?” I instantly put my hand on his shoulder. He was cold to touch and as he suddenly keeled over he appeared like he was on the verge of throwing up. You lifted your head up to the masses of students who were also making their way to the pitch, they turned their heads towards Remus’ direction as he continued to make more painful grunts. “What’s happening to you?”

“I don’t know! Something’s...wrong! Something's very wrong!” He lifted his hands up to his face for inspection. They were trembling at a furious rate and he could not keep them still. He turned his face up at you and masked the expression of a scared child. Oh no, please don’t be what I think it is. “What are you talking about?” You stared at him with wide eyes. There was no way that we was turning now, the moon isn’t even supposed to rise yet. Although with the sun had already gone down, the sky blanketed by a layer of clouds, there was no telling how long he would last before time would surely run out.

“It...feels like...I’m about to..change” He revealed. His skin had drained of all color, and your eyes widened in shock. His breathing became labored and irregular, as if he were having a panic attack. He gripped at his stomach from the immediate strikes of pain. This can’t be happening! Not with this many people around, you thought, looking up at the dozens of students who had made their way out of the castle. There was only one thing to do, so you lifted one of his arms over your shoulder and supported his weight, beginning to drag him away from the masses.

“Let's go! Now, Remus! Let’s get to the shack” You almost yelled in urgency. If he was about to turn, then you needed to get him as far away from everyone else as possible. You heaved Remus, slightly dragging his legs behind him.

“The moon wasn’t supposed to rise for another 3 hours! I don’t underst- ARGHH!” he groaned in agony. It tore you up to see him like this. The only thing on your mind was that you had to get Remus to the shrieking shack and lock him up before he changes, at this rate you were doubtful.

“It’s alright! Keep moving, we’re almost there!” you reassured him, but you were slowly collapsing under his weight and it was becoming difficult to hold him up. You could feel his bones twitching in anticipation under your grip.

“ARRGGHH!” he let out a cry that was so gut wrenching that you had almost lost your footing, tears were coming fast to your eyes. 

“Just hang on a little longer, Rem. It’s going to be alright! You whimpered. Your attempts to calm him down were of no use as he fell to the ground in a heap and his bones began cracking and changing positions under his skin. Just a few meters from the Whomping Willow. You remember how Remus had once described what transforming was like. How it was the most excruciating thing that anyone could feel. He said that it felt as though his lungs had shut down and his body had chosen to choke himself from the inside, causing every organ to feel encased and trapped, making every nerve in his body scream out in pain. It was as if every single nerve within his body contained an endless inferno. Remus wished that you would never in your life time experience this type of pain, but you couldn't turn away when he was tearing himself apart right in front of you.

“REMUS!”

“Get back (Y/N)! GET BACK NOW!” Remus’ words became slurred, and angry as his vocals transformed into a growl. His neck twisted at an awkward angle and his spine created a sickening crack. His ankles extending from his shoes, and his clothes tightened and stretched around his growing body. His skull and face had reformed to make the shape of a long snout where his nose should be, while his spine grew as the invertebrate pushed themselves out, creating the hunched over posture of a wolf. You had never seen Remus change before, normally he would never let you near him when the moon had risen, and he would lock himself in the shack with the Marauders for the night and wait it out. You brought your hands up to your mouth, covering the gaping hole on your face. He had changed completely.

“Oh my god” you whispered.

He crouched there, unrecognizable to you, blinking, considering his next maneuver. Inside your head you were screaming at yourself not to make any sudden movements as to not trigger a reaction. You placed one foot slowly in front of you in the hopes of gaining his attention.

“R-Remus?” You uttered in a soft voice. “C-can you hear me?” 

You immediately regretted your decision as soon as you had opened your mouth. Remus raised its thin lips and growled at you. Then extended his head high above his shoulders, piercing sound escaped from his muzzle. The howl carried itself past your trembling body and through the forest. You stepped back and tripped over a fallen tree branch, descending backwards onto the hard ground. The unexpected noise still rang in your eardrums like a lingering echo. In a seconds notice, he lunged at you, teeth bared and sharp claws swinging in your direction. 

“REMUS!” You screamed, pulling your wand from your robes. You didn't want to hurt him when he was like this. He has no idea what he’s doing. Getting to your feet, you moved out of the way fast enough to miss his teeth aiming for your neck.

“PLEASE STOP! THIS ISN'T YOU!” You screamed raising your wand, He turned his viscous head in your direction and broke into a sprint. You hesitated, arm extended out in front of you as he crashed his body on top of yours, tears streaming down your face. Remus revealed his razor sharp teeth as he lowered to bring them down on your face. 

“STUPEFY!” you cried. Stunning the werewolf, giving you enough time to get away. You sprang to your feet and made a run for it while Remus was recovering from the blow. Your lungs burned in your chest and your legs ached as you pushed them hard to run the other way. A snarl was heard behind you and your heart rate quickened. You had no idea what was going on until you were once again thrown onto the hard ground. Remus’ long nails sinking into your left leg, causing you to fall as he dragged you back by the pull of your ripping flesh. You dropped your wand. 

A piercing screamed escaped your lips as his claws worked their way deeper into your leg. There was nothing you could do now. You had lost your wand, your only means of defense. The pain in your lower half was overwhelming you and your eyes began rolling to the back of your head. You had almost given up hope when, out of your blurred vision, you saw hooves come up and kick the werewolf in the face, knocking him off balance. A stag, an enormous stag had begun to chase after the beast. Suddenly you felt a wet nose on your cheek and the last thing you remember is black fur paws standing guard over your weak body. 

That is all for now, part 2 will be up soon enough! I hope you enjoyed this part and I would love your feed back. Lets just say it’s my fuel for future imagines if you will

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James Potter imagines (femxreader)

Request: Hi! could you please do #1 and #18 pls! thank you! - anon

1) “I guess I fell for you”

18)”I just cant help myself when I’m around you”

Word count: 1463

a/n: Remember that you can request several prompts if you like, just to make the story more interesting, it also gives me more material to work with! Also feel free you add personal characteristics for the reader if you like!

You had always been good friends with the Marauders. Ever since you had met them on the platform before your first year at Hogwarts, you just clicked and bonded together like glue. Every year you would share the same compartment on the train and would raid the trolley whenever it rolled by. You were feisty and fearless, so it wasn’t a total surprise when you got sorted into Gryffindor with the rest of the boys. For six years you remained only friends, that is until James Potter had begun to grow feelings for you.

It wasn’t an immediate change, but he became very aware at how often guys would come up and want to talk to you. How he had not noticed this before was beyond him. The one time that bothered him the most was during dinner in the Great Hall. You sat across from him and Remus, with Sirius next to you. It irked him at how easily some random Slytherin guy would come and openly flirt with you, and he had to sit there and watch. He didn’t know why he was feeling this way, you were just his friend and nothing had changed. As usual he would forcefully try to remind himself of this. But no matter what he tried to think he always had the sudden urge to want to put his hand in yours whenever he saw you in the hallway, or how he had to restrain himself from staring at you in the middle of class. Any time you were studying in the common room, he started noticing how you would bite your lip when you were concentrating really hard, and it drove him crazy. He wanted to kiss you but he tried to think better of himself because he knew you only saw him as a friend.

“She’s my best friend!”

“But she’s stunning!”

“Shes still see’s me as just a friend though”

“What if I told her my feelings”

“But that could ruin everything”

“What if I don’t care?”

James’ change in attitude towards you did not go unnoticed, however. You picked up on how he didn’t talk very often with you anymore if you were alone together, and whenever you glanced at him in class you would find him already looking in your direction, but hastily turning away when your eyes met each other. For a few weeks this new behavior carried out but you brushed it off as just mere curiosity. Even after many attempts to get on his level, he would become all distracted and avoid you altogether. It was getting annoying.

You had to find a way to get him alone to talk to you, and so you snatched your next opportunity when everyone was heading down to the quidditch pitch for the game of Gryffindor against Slytherin. When you and the rest of the Marauders had found your seats in the stands, both teams were making there way onto the pitch and you glanced down to the Gryffindor team and found James with his signature smirk on his face. He was so in his element, and boy, did he love the attention. The crowd was cheering and majority were sporting the infamous red and gold colors to represent the Gryffindor house.

The quidditch referee finally called out to the players to mount their brooms.The whistle blew and they were off. The players were flying in every which way to catch up with the quaffle as it zoomed up and down the field. Until it was in the hands of a gryffindor girl who you did not recognize. She weaved in among the players trying to block her but triumphantly managed to score a goal, the cheers from the crowds became defining.

Then the quaffle finally fell into the hands of James. He was playing brilliantly, with multiple shots fired, the score came to 60-10. James was about to score another point when..

“Hey, baby. why don’t you come and sit on my lap tonight and I can show you what a real man can do with his broomstick.”  an arrogant boy from Slytherin had called in your direction. You felt disgusted and Sirius and Remus had come to your aid by yelling profanities back at him. “You foul git!” “Sod off will ya!” They cried in unison. But as you rolled your eyes, you found that the obnoxious sytherin was now rapidly falling towards the ground, hit by a flying quaffle.

“Foul, potter!” Roared the commentator “10 points from Gryffindor!”

When the game had drawn to a close, you excused yourself from the rest of the boys as you went to the Gryffindor changing room where James was most likely about to finish up. What were you thinking? Can't this wait? Why were you so adamant on talking to him now? Was this really that important that it had to happen right now?

You pushed those thoughts aside as you entered the changing room. James was standing there with his exposed back towards you, facing the wall. You took a moment to admire how his muscles moved together in perfect sync. There was no one else in the room as far you could tell, so you felt safe enough to call out.

“James?”

“What? Oh, (Y/N)? It’s you. What are you doing here?” A blush rising to his cheeks. “I thought you would be up at the castle with everyone else.” His voice became muffled from pulling his black school robes over his head, turning in your direction.  Your mouth suddenly clamped shut and you had to urge your self to speak as though your voice became lodge in your throat.

“I had to see you.” You racked your brain as to what to say. As of right now, you had no idea why he didn't want anything to do with you. Was it something that you said? How would you be able to explain yourself if you didn't even know you did. It crossed your mind how James would hardly ever get upset with anyone, unless it was at the expense of his ego. So what did you do then?

“I wanted to know what I did that’s making you avoid me all of a sudden” You breathed a sigh of relief, letting the words flow from your mouth. He looked up at you with a sodden expression.

“What? No I’m not avoiding you” He stated quickly, looking at the ground, making sure to not meet your stare.

“I’m not an idiot, James. I see the way you always avert you gaze when I look at you. You have barely said a word to me all week, you become all fidgety whenever it's just us in a room together, and don’t think I haven't noticed how you become all bad tempered during dinner sometimes. And what was that ]about on the pitch? Was that really necessary to knock that guy off his broom?” You gestured behind you towards the field.

“He was being a git, he deserved it”

“Even so, what did I do that got you all in a fuss? Whatever I did I’m sorry...”

“Oh, (Y/N).” he breathed through a laugh. He covered his mouth so to hide his growing grin. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“I can’t believe that’s what you think” he grinned. “(Y/N)....I just can't help myself when I’m around you.”

“What are you talking about”

“I can't explain it, you just…. Whenever you are around, the room just lights up” he started. “You know?”

“I get frustrated because I hate to see how people easily flirt with you when I can't do anything about it. Out on the pitch just then. that annoyed the crap out of me, that piece of trash deserved to fall off his broom” He let out a laugh and continued.” I bet Godric Gryffindor is rolling in his grave because I’ve been such a coward, I should have told you sooner but I didn't know how to, I kind of just thought that it was just a feeling...

“I guess what I’m trying to say is..Well I guess the thing is...” he stuttered

You raised your arms above your head in exasperation. “Oh for the love of Merlin, just spit it out James!.”

But you had been swiftly caught off guard as James moved forward and smashed his lips onto yours, knocking you both off balance. He kissed you with a deep passion, and it made you crave more of him. You had no idea how starving you were until you had tasted his lips. He held you everywhere from up your back and over your arms and suddenly he was kissing you harder, deeper, with a fervent urgent need you had never known before.

He pulled away slowly, still holding you in his embrace, Looking into your eyes he said “Well, I guess I fell for you...”

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“I guess I fell for you”

“Was that a fucking pun?”

“How do I know I can trust you?” “You don’t”

“What do you mean you LOST the baby?”

“I need you to hide me”

“Stop enjoying this so much”

“Is this your diary?”

“Can you stop staring”

“But you're just so fascinating”

“You wanna bet?”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

“But I love you anyway”

“Great minds think alike”

“I don't need a knight in shining armour!”

“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?”

“Can you keep a secret”

“Why would you do this to me?”

“I just can't help myself when I’m around you”

“We’re not just friends, and you fucking know it”

“Are you jealous?”

“I’m not losing you again”

“Do you find pleasure in hurting me this way?”

“I really wanna kiss you right now”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Don’t touch me!”

“Bite me!”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t have feelings for me”

“How can you say that after what they did to you?”

“Go then, leave. See if I care”

“Stop biting that fucking lip”

“Go fuck yourself!”

“Is that a promise?”

“Shut up and dance with me”

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“I know you’re lying to me”

“You’re lucky you’re cute”

“Please don’t leave me again”

“You’re the reason I get out of bed in the morning”

I don’t hate you, you’re just super irritating”

“I can’t help falling in love with you”

“I didn’t realize how much you meant to me until you were gone”

“I dare you to kiss me”

“I would kiss you if you weren’t so goddamn stubborn”

“How can you be so oblivious to the way I feel about you”

“Don’t tempt me”

“Where were you when I needed you the most?”

“Why is everything a game to you?”

“Don’t you dare touch her”

“Hold my hand so they get jealous”

“Why should I care? We’re not together anymore”

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“Maybe one day”

Fred Weasley Imagine

Requested: Nope

Warnings: (Not that I know of?)

Word Count: 1080

You always enjoyed joining the weasleys at the burrow. Molly and Arthur loved your company, mainly because you were so generous and loving towards all of their children. Especially their son, Fred, who was your boyfriend and the one you bonded with the most.

You admired him in a way that made your heart ache. You could never understand what it was about him that made you love him so much, whether it be from his lighthearted and mischievous nature, or the way that he always knew how to put a smile on your face, even at the worst of times.

The Weasleys living room compared greatly in warmth to the harsh wintery cold outside. As you buried your face into the latest edition of Advanced Transfiguration, Fred walked into the room and grinned at how easily you seemed to fit in to his home.

“Hello love” he called.

You looked up from your book momentarily to give Fred a loving smile as he approached. “Hello Freddie”

Returning back to your page, Fred sprawled out on the couch, sitting next to you and moving your legs so that they were resting over his lap. He traced circles over your thigh with his palm

“You know wanna know something, love?” he started, “you never let yourself have a break from studying, even during the christmas holidays you’re stuck with a book.” he gestured towards the large tome you had currently in your hands. 

“You work so hard.” a genuine smile on his face.

These words had caught your attention and you looked up once again from your book and smiled at him. It was true, you did have an act for over studying sometimes and it meant that you wouldn’t have a lot of spare time for Fred but it amused you how much he tried to get your attention.

“What if I like studying, this stuff is quite fascinating you know, perhaps if you ever tried picking up a book, you might learn something” you said, smirking, causing a laugh from Fred.

Although, he recomposed himself while putting a hand over his heart, trying to look offended. “Was that sass, (Y/L/N)?” He grinned.

“Yes, I do think it was” you smirked, not looking up at him.

Your eyes instead travelled to where his hand had moved from your thigh and he made the gracious effort to shift himself closer to you.

“Well then” he started, “What if I…” Fred leaned his head close to yours, so that you were barely inches apart. Looking up at him, you could feel his breath on your skin and his closeness to you was intoxicating. His lips were so close to yours that it became almost too hard to concentrate on what was happening. You had begun to lean in when…

“Do…this!!” Before his lips had met yours, he yanked the book from out of your hands and jumped off the couch with it, laughing hysterically as he went.

“Fred Weasley!” you bellowed, getting up immediately running after him.

Fred had much longer legs than you so it was easier for him to move quicker. It also meant that when you tried to reach for your book in his hand, it was barely even close. You reached your arms up above your head like a child and jumped for the book,

“Give that back!”

“What?” he said, still laughing. “You said I should pick up a book” Fred snickered, holding the book high out of your reach. “So I did!”

This wasn’t unusual behavior from Fred. At times when you were focusing on a project or when you were finishing an essay, he would always be there to distract you and cause trouble. You had thought back to the times when you had received multiple detentions in class because Fred had distracted you for a gag. Of course he never complained, because he got to spend extra time with you while you two polished trophies for detention.

“I swear to Merlin, Fred Weasley, if you don’t give that back right now, I’ll….I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Fred teased, bringing his face close to yours again with a giant grin plastered on it. There it was again, that grin. The one that made your knees buckle every time you saw it.

“I’ll…..” but you didn’t know what to say. At that moment, as you looked into Fred’s mischievous eyes, nothing needed to be said. 

Instead you planted your lips onto his in a tender kiss. The impact had caught him off guard momentarily before he found his bearings, he chucked the book onto the couch and placed his hands on your hips, holding you tight. You ran your hands through his fiery hair and melted into the kiss. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than you could have imagined. He tasted tentatively with his tongue, and you opened your mouth with a small sigh into the kiss.

“Fred? Have you seen the-OH goodness!” 

You both broke apart at the sound of Fred’s mother, Mrs Weasley entering the room, with a heap of washing. You’re cheeks had turned to a deep shade of puce, and you frantically looked around the room trying to think of something to say.

“Oh Mrs Weasley, Im so sorry, we were just-” 

“Oh no deary its completely fine” she cut you off with a loving smile. Trying to hold up the load of washing. 

You looked up at Fred who was rubbing that back of his head, with a stupid grin on his face. You noticed that Mrs Weasley was struggling with the washing so you strode up to her to help, hoping that it would distract her by what she had just walked in on.

“Here, Mrs Weasley, let me help” you insisted, moving your hands towards the pile of clothes. She looked at you once again with that motherly smile of hers, moving the basket out of your hands.

“No, no deary! you do too much for us already, you keep Ginny company and you’re a good influence on Fred, as I have noticed.  Your cheeks grew an even darker shade of red, knowing that Fred was behind you listening. 

“It’s always good to have you here, I wish that you were part of my family, you would be a wonderful addition ” She beamed at you.

“You never know mum!” Fred called, “Maybe one day” 

You looked back at Fred and beamed!

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Imagine going to the Yule Ball and leaving Sirius Speechless

“Is that you, (Y/N)? ...Wow”

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Imagine getting killed by Bellatrix in front of Harry, and all he can do is watch as you lay dying in front of him.

“(Y/N)! No no no no, you cant be dead!”

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Imagine Draco taunting Harry about you being a mudblood, and he tries to defend you

“Say that again, you git and I’ll stun you!”

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Imagine being on the set of Harry Potter and Daniel Radcliffe is always trying to make you laugh

“Hey (Y/N)!, look at this!”

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Imagine confessing to Fred that you have feelings for him, but he doesn't believe you.